#Anyways I highly encouraged to give them questions

[foldingfittedsheets]

When I was working at the sex shop I was pulling poverty wages. I loved my job but I was on food stamps and still barely getting by. When they hired the stores first male employee and he started at my pay rate after I’d been there for three years I quit.

I was initially really nervous when I saw the post for the mattress job. It listed a pay scale that I couldn’t even conceptualize and I appeared qualified. When I got an interview I was over the moon but also petrified. Reactions to my line of work often varied but most people were very embarrassed or skeptical. I worried about how I’d address it in the actual interview.

I lived far to the north of their headquarters and drove almost two hours to get there. When I finally arrived it was in the nicest thrift store clothes I could find, but I shrank inside to see a room full of older white men in nice suits waiting to be interviewed for the same job.

Why did I bother? I was decades younger than anyone else in the room, shabbily dressed, and I suspected I was the only afab person in the entire building. I stewed in my insecurities until I was called in.

The second I met my interviewer I was instantly put at ease. The man had the energy of a therapy dog, he was abound with positive, good natured energy. He was also incredibly beautiful. I grinned back at his welcoming smile as we said our pleasantries. But still. This very beautiful polished man seemed very innocent. How would the sex shop question go?

“I see here you worked at STORE?”

“Yes,” I said hesitantly.

“And that was sales? Or you just rang people up.”

“No, it was sales. I’d help people find products, we were encouraged to upsell, there was sales spiffs, and most importantly we educated customers on products to help them find what they liked best.”

He grinned approvingly and asked, “Can you give me an example of a time you successfully upsold a customer?”

I paused, wringing my hands before I asked, “How vague would you like me to be…?”

“Not at all!” He assured me. “Go for it!”

“Well. A man came in looking for something to make his fingers vibrate so when he was touching his wife it would enhance that sensation. We had cheap $10 cockrings that I showed him first. But we had a rechargeable waterproof one made of nicer material, and after I showed him a demo he bought that one.”

“How much was that one?”

“$110”

“Wow! You had an upsell of 100% from what he came in looking for! That’s incredible!”

He was so truly genuinely stoked and not at all embarrassed that for the first time I saw a tiny glimmer of a future where I didn’t have ramen and peanut butter tiding me over between paychecks.

He asked me to wait then came back to tell me he liked me so much that he wanted to send me right into another interview, if that was okay. He didn’t want me to have to drive back later, it was terribly considerate and exciting. I beamed and told him it would be lovely.

I then had the second worst interview I’ve ever had. The worst goes to the time I applied to be a store manager for a pet food place years later. The district and store manager interviewing me passed notes and texted while I was speaking. When the district manager called to inform me I didn’t get the job I told him I’d never have accepted anyway because I’d never had such a disrespectful interview.

The new man sitting behind the desk radiated an aura of a brick wall. As someone with anxiety I’m highly keyed into the emotional states of people I’m talking to. To receive no feedback at all was my personal hell. After a perfunctory greeting he asked me with no inflection to sell him a pen.

I gathered the shreds of my courage and attempted the Herculean task he’d set me. Through my whole improvised spiel he resisted all attempts at engaging him, regarding me with a cold apathy as I touted the benefits of my fictitious pen.

Halfway through I broke into a cold sweat. My smile didn’t waver but it grew strained as I projected friendliness and warmth into the black hole of his heart. My thoughts scattered and my sales pitch grew redundant in the face of his nothingness. I finally concluded with a hard close and he simply nodded.

He glanced at my resume and commented, “You didn’t ask me to touch or hold it. Though I suppose I can understand from your previous line of work why you wouldn’t.” I shriveled and died inside knowing that I encouraged people to touch dildos all day long and had been too frazzled to offer him the pen.

He bid me a cool farewell. I made it to my car before I started sobbing. I had never been so rattled. I couldn’t understand what I’d done to make him so unfriendly or if my threadbare clothes were what had made him treat me like dirt. I drove an hour and a half to get home, weeping intermittently.

I was therefore taken by complete surprise to receive a call the next day inviting me on board for their five week training program. The first man who’d interviewed me gushed on the phone about how the second guy had loved me and that I was going to be fantastic.

I was in shock. When I showed up to training the second interviewer was charming my new classmates, beaming and laughing. He was an utterly different person. To my dismay I learned he was the trainer for my district and would be my point of contact if I made it through training.

He joked with me later that his interview facade was just a tactic to see how people held up under pressure and I filed him into a category of my deepest enmity. I never forgave him for how small he made me feel that day, but I never showed him the depths of my fury.

I aced every test and went on to be valedictorian of the eight people who had survived the rigorous training process to earn a sales position. When I got my first paycheck I bought myself new clothes, the first non-thrifted things I’d owned in years.

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Hello everyone! Welcome to our Valentine's Week mini Self Ship event!

Pr*sh//ip please dni

From February 12th to the 18th, I'd like to invite you all to participate in a self ship event all about love! This is meant to be a low-effort, laid-back event where the hardest thing you'll probably have to do is interact with other people 😅 Each day will have a different theme for every type of f/o and self shipper! The themed days are listed below:

February 12th - Familial F/o Day! This day will be all about focusing on your familial f/os! Parents, siblings, kids, or any other character you consider part of your family. ❤️❤️

February 13th - Platonic F/o Day! This day is dedicated to all our fictional besties!! Give some appreciation to the f/os that are there for a good laugh and a shoulder to cry on. 💛💛

February 14th- Romantic F/o Day! Of course, Valentine's Day itself will be dedicated to the special f/os in our lives who are there for us through thick and thin. Our f/os love us every day and we love them, but we'll give them extra love today! 🩷🩷

February 15th - Self Love Day! Sure, it can be argued that all of self ship is a form of self love, but I really want us all to focus on it today, by thinking about and maybe even listing out the things that our f/os would especially love about us. 💝💝

February 16th - February 18th - F/o Takeover & Letter Writing Weekend! This one is a bit of a player's choice; option one, an f/o takeover! Y'all know the drill on that one by now, let your f/os of choice answer questions on your blog for the weekend. ❤️ Option two, for those not into takeovers, is to spend the weekend writing love letters to your f/os! They can be as short or long as you like, while also making as few or as many as you'd want to. I'd also like to highly encourage sending out f/o letters to your fellow self shippers from their own f/os! ❤️

There we have it! That's our weekend, laid out in its entirety. However, these are more guidelines than strict rules. You can really run the week any way you like, as long as you're enjoying yourself!

I would also like to add that this month, for those who don't know, is Black History Month, so while you focus on your ships, don't forget to show some love to my black brothers and sisters in the self ship community as well! 🧡🧡🧡

I'll have some more suggestions on things to do below the cut, but I'll end it here up top, because this is long enough as it is. Feel free to reblog to get the word around, and for just one week, let's only think about love. ❤️💝🥺💝❤️

Now then, here are some suggestions on things to do over the week on our themed f/o days:

For our creative types, you could create some art and doodles, writing and drabbles, gifs, screenshots, or any other type of content for your f/os of the day.

For those who want a more chill experience, just some good ol' gushing will work perfect! I'll also be trying to make some short ask games full of questions for each themed day.

For the self-love day in the 15th, I highly encourage everyone to make a list of things that their f/os love about them. Of course not everything is always perfect, so if you'd like, you can also talk about your flaws and the way that your f/os would still love you with them. I don't wanna see any self deprecation though, because I know all of you are much more wonderful than you may think! ❤️❤️

Lastly, for the weekend, as I said earlier I would love to see people sending out letters to other self shippers. If anyone remembers the To My S/i events from a few years back, as much as I would love to run an event like that, I know that's setting some people up for disappointment when they don't receive any letters, so I want it to be something that's encouraged but not expected. That being said, it's still highly encouraged! Even if you're worried about how accurately you may write someone's f/o, I believe you should still give it a try anyway! 💝💝💝

That's about all the suggestions I have, except for this last one: while this week is about love for our f/os, I still wanna see love for our fellow self shippers with plenty of interaction going around, even something as small as a reblog or question sent for an ask game makes a big difference! And remember, just like the New Radicals said, "you only get what you give."

If you're reading this far, then thank you! Go ahead and throw a "btw my f/os love me" into your tags to let me know you got this far. I hope everyone enjoys the event!! 🩷❤️💝❤️���

[anxresi]

I Beg To Differ.

Okay, now just because I'm about to embark on an epic rant does NOT mean I think anything bad about you as a person, OP. It's just on this one teensie-weensie most minor of points, I happen to think you're 100% wrong. Just thought I'd clarify that, so no offense intended. Anyway, on with the show...

Nah, they did us SO dirty with Chloe. I hear your above argument a lot, and it WOULD be a fair point… if it wasn't for the fact that there are SO many clear signs this wasn't what was intended from the beginning that it makes your reasoning completely null and void. Chloe's 'arc' was the most blatant case of in-show character assassination I've ever had the displeasure of witnessing, and I'm about to explain why. Read on! (If you want to, that is.... no pressure).

They strung us along for at least three seasons with various hints about her 'traumatic past', her problems with her often absent mother (which Marinette didn't help by encouraging them to bond because 'they're both such awful people'), showed her genuinely apologizing to her victims, protecting Sabrina from akumatization and having times when she treated her as a real friend, sacrificing herself to save the day occasionally, hugging Miss Bustier in a moment of genuine emotion, telling Ladybug how 'useless' she felt in a teary rooftop encounter, saving lives both as a superhero and a civilian (check back if you don't believe me), giving Adrien a moving speech on his phone about how 'she'd always be there for him', sharing a really close bond with her father, telling her butler Jean it was time she started doing things for herself, loving Mr Cuddly, adoring Pollen… I could go on. Not the best person in the world, true.... but a promising start. Green shoots, and all that. Her name literally means that.

S4 simply forgot any of this happened, and literally pushed her burgeoning development off a cliff with Sisyphu's boulder tied to it's big toe. There was NO build-up, NO foreshadowing, NO precedent for Chloe suddenly becoming a one-dimensional total-sociopath irredeemable-monster AT ALL, they simply made her that way on a whim. They had her start acting like a complete psycho for the evilz, made her the most stupid person in the show BY FAR, severed ALL of her few close relationships, wrote AN ENTIRE FLASHBACK EPISODE in incrimate her newfound nastiness even more and 'punished' her by sending her off exiled on a plane in tears with her abusive mother to… what else? Get abused, of course. GREAT MESSAGE TO ALL THE VULNERABLE TEENAGE GIRLS OUT THERE. (I won't even get into how utterly useless and blandly boring her 'replacement' of a plot device Mary S... oops, I mean Zoe is).

And we're supposed to believe the former corrupt mayor Andre, the terrorist Gabriel Agreste and Thomas Astruc (you know him) are the GOOD guys here? Well, I'd like to tell you what I'd like to do to them… but for fear of censorship, I'd better withhold that particular information for now.

The upshot of it is… if Chloe had been bad from the beginning and terrible at the end, I'd have accepted it. Heck, if her so-called damnation arc was even halfway well written and gave us an accurate and compelling look at the moral descent a person who's capable of redemption could take to the light but ultimately chose to stay on the Dark Side, this would've been highly disappointing to me but fine from a storytelling perspective.

But they didn't give us anything like that, did they? It was just… 'pretend the last three seasons never happened, develop amnesia, hit yourself repeatedly on the head with a shovel… we don't care. Just accept this is the NEW Chloe without question despite past evidence, because you won't be getting any answers. Now let's go back to what we're REALLY here for… Marichat, Ladynoire, Adrinette and that other stupid ship name. SWOON!'

Thanks, but no thanks. Did I ever tell you how much I HATE this stupid show? Apologies if I didn't make that clear enough.

[writtenjewels]

Jalim hug ask! 🤭 secretive hug / hidden affection

(I misread this the first time as send a hug so 🤗💜 for you anyway)

They finally allowed him to leave the room. Salim was glad—he was getting sick of answering their questions. He rubbed at his wrists where the bindings had worn against his skin. At least they untied him, though they made sure to put his weapon away before doing so.

“Salim!” Jason's voice called to him. He looked up, spirits lifting when he saw the younger man. Jason drew closer and waved off the two hazmat suits flanking Salim. “I got this.” The suits hesitated for a moment before giving a nod and leaving them alone.

“Thank you,” Salim said, falling into step beside Jason. “It's good to see a human face.”

“Tell me about it,” Jason snorted. “It's been nothin' but fuckin' gas masks for the past three hours.”

They turned a corner but before Salim could walk much farther, Jason caught him by the elbow. Salim opened his mouth to ask what was wrong. His words were cut off by Jason's arms wrapping around him. Salim froze, shocked by the touch. He didn't expect Jason, of all people, to show such physical affection. A few seconds passed and Jason wasn't letting go. If anything, he clung on harder, his face pressing against Salim's neck.

Salim relaxed his muscles and hugged back. It was almost subconscious when his arms tightened just as much around Jason's body. The marine felt so warm and solid and alive. Salim started to shake, turning his head to brush cheek to cheek. A hand pressed against the small of Jason's back to keep him close.

“Salim,” Jason sighed out. It was just his name, yet there was so much warmth and relief in Jason's tone.

“Jason,” he returned.

His heart was beating a little fast. He found himself highly aware of Jason: the firmness of his muscles, the brush of fabric as they pressed against each other, the sound of his breathing. Salim realized he liked feeling Jason in his arms. Not just as a source of comfort, but because it was Jason. The man who journeyed with him through the dark, fought by his side, lifted his spirits, came back for him. His shield.

Jason pulled away just enough for Salim to see his face. There was a softness in Jason's expression that Salim recognized. He only saw it a few times—when Jason teased him about cable television, when he promised to have Salim's back, when they laughed together at Salim throwing his weapon, when he encouraged Salim to join in the Oorah—but each time it felt like something private passing between them. Something they could linger on now.

Jason stepped out of the embrace and Salim instantly felt colder. He wanted to pull Jason back in again, to cradle that face in his hands and feel the younger man's touch. Jason's lip twitched and Salim would swear the marine's cheeks were dusted pink.

“You two!” The voice of a hazmat suit cut through the moment, nearly making Salim jump. “Mess hall's this way.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jason grunted, “we're goin'.” His eyes flicked briefly to Salim, and the older man understood.

The hazmat suits couldn't be everywhere. He and Jason would find a way to be in each other's arms again.

[crimsonxcloverr]

there’s so many talented people in this fandom, dale would think highly of us. i know, i yap about it all the time, but it’s so fucking true. even if you don’t draw or write, dale would think you’re hot shit for loving him in the first place. we’re all so cool. i love it.

ANYWAYS! also pls ignore mistakes, this was a random post LMAO

writers- dale would definitely buy you journals and pens from the family owned store nearby. he’d be very supportive and tell you how he thinks you should get your work published, throwing a little fit if you tell him they aren’t worthy enough for publication. he’d force you to sit on the mattress and push yourself to write whatever it is you desire while he worked on his dolls. i feel like once in a blue moon he’d allow you to write at his work table. he would definitely come cuddle with you and lay next you while you worked, help you figure out what to write next if you end up with writers block! he’d give you so much love and support, rub your shoulders and such while you take a break. you want a snack or drink while taking a break? both? dale has it covered. he also keeps all your finished work tucked away safely on the massive media shelf against the basement steps. you know exactly what shelf i’m talking about. and don’t get me started on the nsfw stories or writing about him in general! WHEW! his ears will turn red and he’d blush, which is comically noticeable due to his pale skin. but then he’ll either have you read it out loud while he fucks you or while he jerks off. regardless of the style of writing, he would be so, so, so excited about sharing your work with the world. he’d even encourage ruth to read them as well, who would also enjoy your writing btw, minus the nsfw stuff. i think dale would be so inspired by your work, he may even dabble in writing himself. even if it’s just diary entries or stories about The Man Downstairs.

artists (fanart included, AU) - man, oh man! dale would be gawking over your shoulder impatiently waiting for your art to be finished. he would definitely have a collage of your art all around the basement. he’d even beg ruth to frame some of your art for upstairs (digital, he’d print your art out). of course, he’d be so supportive, probably adding his own little touches himself and smiling for your approval. this man would definitely pick you up some paints and brushes/markers and pens from the hardware store. he’d also deliver you drinks and snacks if needed. and if you’re busting your ass too much or being to critical, he’d tell you to take a break, rub your shoulders and tell you to come back to it. but don’t you dare touch his paints or paint brushes! not even his pencils or pens he uses for his codes! those are his and he’d definitely make that quite clear. for digital fanart, he’d probably be so confused on how the hell any of it works. he would sit and watch, definitely asking you a million questions on how the technology works cause he’s ✨an old fart✨. you’d help him make his own fanart of him and Satan at some point, which he begged for over and over. or being the perv he is, he’d probably make you draw something hot. you rubbing his cock or something. but if your device ever decided to take a shit, he’d do all he could to help you figure it out. he’d probably nag ruth for her disability check to pay for a new device. goddamn it dale. even if it was something minor like an ipad charger, pen too, he’s got it covered!

supporters in general- you just loving on him is enough. he’d admire you regardless, artist or not. the way you spend time with him and give him the love he deserves makes him feel so, so good. he’s YOUR number one fan! he’d definitely peek over at you while working on his dolls just to steal glances and take in all your beauty. he would treat YOU like a work of art, making you model naked for him while taking polaroids of you. not just to jerk off to, but he finds you immensely ethereal. his slender fingers would trail down your body as if you were a marble statue of a greek goddess. he would cup your face and just stare at you, admiring your beauty and wondering why you’d want someone like him? he’s so flattered, he could burst. although… sometimes he gets him hard when he randomly thinks about you. he’d mind his own business, working on a doll, then need to adjust himself cause he thought about your tits or pussy/ass the night before. also, don’t ever be mean to yourself in front of him. he’s scary. not in a “i’m gonna hurt you” type of way, but an authoritative “don’t say that again” way. he’d look at you from under his eyebrows, telling you not to say anything mean about yourself again. he’d make you feel better by playing guitar or singing a song in his karaoke machine. IM CERTAIN HE HAS ONE BTW! or you guys would take turns getting each other dolled up, squeeze each other into corsets, and having a little concert downstairs while blasting T.Rex. or if you were having some sort of mental health episode, he’d run you a bath and bathe you. he’d even lotion you up and help you get dressed, brush your teeth too. he’d suffer the atrocious sounds of meditation music so you could relax, unwind while he loved on you. and if you needed space? he’d give you just that, but would definitely keep an eye on you to make sure you’re safe. he’d eat meals with you if you asked him to. you probably wouldn’t even need to ask him. he’d just bring the food down and eat, telling you how much he loves you and appreciates you.

overall, i think dale would be flattered with all the love and support we’ve given him. giving us the support he’s never gotten <3

[featherclan]

Dartclan

Dartclan lives in the rockiest part of the mountains, previously neighboring Featherclan. Their relationship with Featherclan was also rocky at best. Dartclan is known to be calculated, as well as looking after their own being their main priority. The other clans think they're cold by nature, but Dartclan also has the hardest time with prey and their territory is dangerous by nature. If one were to take a peek into their everyday life, they would see how much the cats care for one another. They have the least amount of clan members usually. Except for Featherclan now.

Hollowstar is Dartclan's leader. He is often seen as somewhat controlling and cold, but what he does is the best for his clan. In his eyes anyways. The clan appreciates him and respects him. He hasn't steered them wrong yet. He considers the clan his family, and has a kit that came from outside of the clan. His current apprentice is Lakepaw, one of the deputy's grandkits.

Crestfur is the current clans deputy. She's mentored a lot of the current clan members, and is highly respected because of it. Not a soul questions her kit's father. It's absolutely none of their business that he was an outsider. She currently has four kits that are all adults, though one now rests with starclan. Their three grandkits also have a parent outside of the clan, but no one seems to bat an eye.

Greenmask is one of the kindest members of Dartclan. She can fight, but is better at escaping nasty situations. The clan does it's best to protect her, since she's also one of the smaller members and she is a very good medicine cat. She currently has an apprentice named Fluffypaw, who will become the second medicine cat of Dartclan. Dartclan is the most strict with medicine cats, meaning Greenmask isn't allowed to have a mate or kits. But that doesn't mean she can't dream.

Darknettle is a warrior of Dartclan. When she was an apprentice she was made an example of in front of the whole clan. She thinks Hollowstar still holds that over her, though he was the one to give her the holly leaves. He was also the one to arrange her and her mate getting together. There was a long period with little to no kits, so Hollowstar has been encouraging kits. Her mate's name was Halfheart, and initially they got along. Well enough to have two kits before they broke up. Everyone in the clan was expecting this, and Hollowstar really doesn't mind as long as there are more kits.

This is the final clan! I know these were all relatively long posts, but I enjoy talking about them all. I'm hoping at least someone enjoys knowing more about these cats that are going to probably only show up for one or two updates. Also they will not be going on the allegiances since that is mainly/only for Featherclan and Featherclan's passed cats. If I ever feel like adding them I might, but do not expect it lol.

[monthofsick]

Nov(emeto)ber Rescheduled Prompt List (February 2024)

Daily prompts typed out below for February, 2024!  You can also find them on the Prompt Page.  If anyone has trouble with visibility please let me know! You can find the Rules Page here.

I highly encourage everyone to check out the linked posts for additional inspiration! However, please also note that you are more than welcome to interpret the prompt separate from the inspiration post.

Sharing a receptacle (submission by @nerdlycharming)

Can’t stop puking

Bad news = bad stomach @angstyaches

Messy @jurassicsickfics

Undesirable caretaker (submission by @danafeelingsick): the sickie dislikes or has a grudge against their caretaker, but needs their help anyway.

Post-adrenaline puking @someonesgrossblog

Too feverish to think

Choose: Loud or silent

Persistent sickness

Ill with an audience @darthhopereblogs

Totally drained/exhausted

Group sickfic

Professionalism failure @fevers-and-emeto-oh-my and @sickficideas

Can’t keep anything down

Free day!

Waking up puking

Sick for the first time

Unfamiliar surroundings

Sick in more ways than one

Late caretaker @feelingpoorly

Sleepy sickie @fluffyllamas-23

Out of character / Visibly Ill @feelingpoorly

Subtle support @emphasis-on-the-comfort

Panic @danafeelingsick

Cranky sickie @angstyaches

Nonverbal illness indicators @emphasis-on-the-comfort and @jurassicsickfics

Head pain/injury/ache @syncope-syndrome

Chaotic body temperature

Fake “Faking it:" Sickie is playing up their illness at first, or faking it all together, until suddenly they're not. Optional "I told you I didn't feel good" dialogue.

Alternative Prompts

If any of the assigned daily prompts don’t work for you, feel free to substitute with the following:

Motion sick

Sick during transit

Unconventional receptacle

Torture (literal or figurative)

Shaky/shivery

Note: If I’ve tagged you here, it’s because I think you’re brilliant and used your content as inspiration, so I wanted to give you credit. If you’d rather I don’t include your @, a link to your post, or the associated prompt altogether, please do let me know and I will remove it no questions asked! And if I missed anyone, please let me know as well so I can fix that.

[imagineitdearies]

not a Perfect Slaughter question but Astarion one. you remember that scene in goblin camp where a Loviatar priest and PC can do an impromptu bdsm session? Astarion's reaction always confused me. he seems to be strangely into it for a person who experienced a lot of non consensual sex with physical violence sprinkled on top. like yes, he could be faking it (it's act 1 after all) but he gives a lot of approval points for it.

is it just a case of him being his usual gremlin self? or is he more amenable to the show now when he isn't the one on the receiving end of a whip? also at this point in a game i doubt he cares too much for PC (reminds me abt his remark "i don't like seeing you hurt" or smth along the line).

and more generally, what do you think is his stance on pain play and d/s stuff in the bedroom? anyway would like to hear your musings on this, ciao <3

Hey anon!

I'm no Astarion expert compared to some in this fandom, but this is a scene I've thought a lot about the implications of myself so I'll offer my two (very long-winded) cents. I'd love to hear others' thoughts as well!

I agree that Astarion's big approvals should be isolated to the context of when in the game he's giving them. Based on his smaller approval points in Act I, when Astarion starts out this journey he seems to like watching people get treated how he once was. Just a few really early examples:

Tav* making Lae'zel say please (Astarion begging Cazador)

Tav making Zorru bow (Astarion having to bow in Cazador's presence)

Tav prodding Nettie's injured bird till it dies (Godey flashbacks)

Tav telling Mayrina's brothers they won't help (no one ever helping Astarion)

Tav terrorizing Lorin/entertaining his delusions (☹)

So we could argue Astarion is just leaning into this sadistic trauma response in the Loviatar scene as well. He finds satisfaction, however temporary, in seeing others endure what he once had to, and reassuring himself that he's on the winning/powerful/in control side this time. AKA not the weak pathetic person he feels like he was before. The self-loathing is subtle, but not far under the surface.

Considering he often disapproves of Tav being self-sacrificing and weak in other instances, however (usually when it's on behalf of others), why does he highly approve in this certain instance of Tav submitting to pain and injury for seemingly no good reason?

I think the timing of this scene in Act I makes a big difference, considering it's deep in the goblin camp where the party is usually at least a couple levels into their adventure. So in that case, Tav is the established leader, Astarion's vampiric nature is revealed, and they've survived quite a few encounters together already. Some trust has been built. Astarion is more assured of Tav's strength, competency, and willingness to keep him in the group....but that assurance of Tav's strength could be crossing over to feeling unsafe again.

There's plenty of other chaotic, less-sadistic things that he likes (BAAAA!), but almost** all of his big +5 or +10 approvals come from Tav agreeing to something that makes Astarion feel safe and/or powerful. So perhaps Astarion wants Tav to say yes to the Loviatar pain ritual because he views it as a show of strength. He might feel safer knowing that his leader can not only handle pain, but is so entirely unafraid as to welcome it even in the midst of a dangerous goblin camp--something Astarion's 'weak' past self never would have done (cue the self-loathing again).

Based on how eager he sounds when encouraging Tav, though ("don't you dare say no!"), I like to think that he's playing it off as sexual but in reality wants to assure himself he's not with another Cazador. While Astarion is likely to follow Tav regardless, I think he's more interested in being intimate with Tav--if he hasn't already--after seeing that Tav is okay with not always being in charge and assertive, in control. I think, especially at the start, Astarion craves control after not having it for so long, and this kinky display tells him Tav wouldn't mind him taking over for a little while.

Which, at last, gets us to your question about Astarion's views on "pain play and d/s stuff in the bedroom." I think it's telling that Astarion has a +5 approval during the first sex scene if Tav rolls over and lets him bite, and no matter which final romance scene you end up with in Act III, he's depicted as the top. If he ascends, he quickly jumps into what I'd call a permanent d/s dynamic with spawn!Tav where's he's the one in control, made all the more evident with the new kissing animations for patch 6. Plenty of implications to be had, about his preferences.

Now (and these are entirely my headcanons/opinions from here on out), Astarion just isn't in a place for what I'd consider actual healthy d/s dynamics in the bedroom during or immediately after the game timeline, as his mindset is too rooted in fear, self-loathing, and desperate grabs for control. It's been days, weeks at most since he was tortured and controlled on the regular--a lot of this stuff could be triggers and provoke flashbacks, or at the least reinforce the idea in his head that sex is a tool of manipulation and control. Truly safe, sane and consensual d/s acts just don't seem on the table--he goes through a period of not wanting sex at all, much less intimacy where so much trust is required.

But post-game, with enough time? I could see spawn!Astarion*** eventually enjoying some light bdsm in either role, maybe pain play beyond bites if he was the one giving, not receiving the pain. Which all could be a healing experience for him, with trust and aftercare involved. He wouldn't make it on my list of 'top three kinkiest companions' though 😂

Anyways, this is all very much my personal opinion!! Astarion is a fascinating character with so much nuance, there's endless ways to interpret him. And maybe he was just feeling extra chaotic and kinky that day 🤷‍♀️ "Ah, drink it in - that sweet, sweet chaos. Not that I approve of goblins, of course - filthy little beasts - but I do like a good den of debauchery."

Thanks for the question anon. If nothing else, I hope these ramblings entertained! 💙

*Tav represents Tav, Dark Urge, and origin characters in this post

**The one exception that I can think of is the +5 approval for letting him interrupt during the bugbear/ogre scene. Chaos gremlin indeed.

***Ascended!Astarion's characterization and lore is just a bit too inconsistent and vague (in my opinion, of course) for me to analyze a future for. Press (x) to doubt that he can eventually practice safe, healthy bdsm on the side with spawn!Tav while he does his evil stuff and tries to take over the world, but maybe??? Lol he doesn't make sense to me.

[uniquexusposts]

Her || Charles

Main characters: Charles Leclerc x OC Genre: fanfiction, fluff  Story type: novel  Part: 19/? Word count: 3729 Co writer: @mistrose23

Story summary: Matilde Jørgensen, the new Scuderia Ferrari team principal, faced the nerve-wracking challenge of reviving the team's fortunes and aiming for a championship. Leading a historic team as a 'newbie' and separating her work and personal opinions posed a significant challenge. The big question: is she capable to do so?

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Chapter 17. A Boss Ass Bitch

The next day, everybody went back to work like nothing had happened in Austria. A few people noticed how Matilde and Charles just talked to each other instead of ignoring each other and sharing death glances. It brought up some suspicions, but the people were glad there was no tension.

The people who had to be in the pre-race weekend meeting were present: the team principal, all the heads of departments, the drivers and other people who just had to be there.

"A few of you got to meet Ada already, some of you have not yet. Ada, our new social media manager, will work closely with Dario and his team. Ada used to work for LEGO, and we're happy to have her on board with us," Matilde mentioned. "It is our goal to get more engagement with our fans through social media."

"How are we going to do that?" Silvia asked, she was truly interested in the new approach. It was fresh, new, different.

"That's up to the social media team and their strategy. I don't want to name any teams with a very good social media strategy, but I will do it anyway, to give you an example. Aston Martin's social media approach is quite brilliant, and Mercedes's as well. We don't want to copy their strategy, but let's keep it in mind," Matilde replied. She straightened her back, feeling some discomfort in her stomach. She squeezed her eyebrows together and curved her back again.

The people in the room nodded, eager to learn more about the new woman and the new social media approach. The meeting continued with some other topics that needed to be discussed.

"On to the last topic," Silvia said, taking the lead on the last ten minutes of the meeting. "You may have seen or read it, or not yet, but there is a clash going on with some quotes of Matilde," she carefully said, looking at Matilde and analysing her reaction.

Matilde raised her eyebrows, blinking a couple of times.

It was clear to Silvia that Matilde wasn't aware of the situation yet. "Matilde had an interview with Viaplay The Netherlands, and they talked about Charles and Carlos and their contracts. I will quote the interview. Interviewer: 'Matilde, some rumours have been circulating that you encourage Charles and Carlos to speak to other teams. Can you clarify your position on this?' Matilde: 'As a team principal, my goal is to ensure that our drivers, Charles and Carlos, are in the best possible environment to excel in their careers. Part of that process involves understanding what options are available to them. Charles and Carlos are both incredibly talented and highly sought-after drivers, so it's only natural that other teams would express interest in them. I do encourage Charles and Carlos to talk to other teams, it is them who drive the cars and they have an important role within the team, the team is built around them. If they are convinced to see more opportunities in other teams, they are free to go.'"

While everyone in the room listened to the words, heads turned to Matilde. It felt like betrayal, did she just say that she wanted the drivers to go to other teams? Charles frowned; yesterday, Matilde gave him reasons to stay at Ferrari, and now she wants him gone? Carlos sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"People on Twitter, other platforms and the media are convinced you want them to leave the team," Silvia said to Matilde, who looked just as perplexed as everyone else in the room. Betrayal or surprise? "Do you want to comment on it or leave it be?"

Matilde took a moment to process the words, she was thinking about it and replaying the interview in her head. It was noticeable that she was thinking, her facial expressions said enough. She parted her lips and looked around in the room, it was like she had stabbed her team in the back. Everyone was waiting for a reaction, others already took a side. "I don't have time for this bullshit," was her response. And no, it wasn't the right response. "I have never said that," she added.

"Well, you must have said something about it, otherwise they wouldn't come up with this," Carlos said.

Her face straightened, he was the last one from whom she expected to hear this reaction. "That is not what I meant," she shot back, tears forming in her eyes.

"Then what did you mean?" Carlos asked fiercely.

Matilde looked around, she could burst into tears right now. "I said that I encouraged Charles and Carlos to talk to other teams if they wanted to. If they are convinced that they will not get the satisfaction at Ferrari, then I do not want them on this team, but with a team where they feel happy. I value them so much, but I also want the best for them. And by exploring other opportunities, which is a part of their career development, they will find out what they really want. Ferrari? Fantastic, we will work to get the best cars. Other teams? Amazing, if it makes them feel happier, then that is the cause, equally good friends. I will support Charles, Carlos, and everyone else in this team, with whatever decision they make. The same goes for everyone else on this team." She collected her stuff. "Anything else you want to discuss?" Matilde didn't wait for a reply. "I will talk to Viaplay about this bullshit, because I always have to explain myself anyway. Good afternoon," she said, got up and walked away.

It stayed silent in the room, no one dared to look at anyone. Her words had stirred confusion and emotions she hadn't anticipated.

Silvia gasped for air. "Gosh, she will forget that she has to welcome an important guest now," she said and got up, leaving the meeting to run after Matilde and find her assistant Galileo in the hospitality.

Still, no one dared to speak. Their thoughts and feelings were left to simmer in the tense air. It was a moment of profound discomfort.

"Charles, what did you say to her yesterday?" Someone asked Charles. Charles looked up at the mechanic in question and raised his eyebrows; how dared he to ask that? "We all heard the fight... You were yelling."

"That is all you have to say now?" Charles asked in disbelief.

Another gasp filled the room. All eyes shot to the guy from PR. "Fuck, the first fucking version is published while I ​​explicitly told them to publish the adjusted version. I called them twice to correct them, there's a huge thread in my mail about this, and they apparently are in for some drama. Oh, my god," he groaned. He stood up, collected his items and stormed out of the room.

"See, this isn't Matilde's fault. Viaplay spread lies. Don't blame her," Charles sighed and defended his team principal.

While the remainers were sharing some last words on the discussion, Silvia found Matilde in her office. Her elbows were on the desk, and her head rested in her hands. Silvia was shocked by how exhausted Matilde looked, she wasn't sure if it was because of the situation or something else, perhaps it was the pressure of the last few weekends that was resting on her shoulders. Silvia knocked on the wall, causing Matilde to look up. "Hey... Are you okay?"

Matilde nodded, took a deep breath and stretched her arms. Stretching her arms wasn't a good idea, it gave her an uncomfortable feeling. "Yeah, don't worry," she mumbled. "What's up?"

"There are guests waiting for you downstairs," Silvia mentioned and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her.

"I have to fix this rectification with Viaplay first," Matilde mentioned, hearing desperation and exhaustion in her own voice.

Silvia squeezed her eyebrows together, Matilde wasn't supposed to do that, and she knew that. "Galileo will do that for you," she said in a worried tone, like it was obvious.

"Sure..."

"Should I say that you will be there in fifteen minutes? To give you some time?"

"No, no," Matilde said and got up. She grabbed her bag from the floor, she held back a groan. She put the bag on her desk and searched for some paracetamol. "Could you inform me about our guest?"

While Silvia informed Matilde about the guests, Matilde took in the painkiller and some water. She put on some deo and perfume and took a peppermint. They both made their way to the hall of hospitality.

Matilde put on a smile. "Hello," she said and held out her hand. "Welcome."

The man in the blue suit shook Matilde's hand, just like the woman next to him. No one could tell if she was his daughter, or wife.

"Follow me, please," Matilde said, pointing towards the lounge, leaving Silvia behind at the entrance.

Silvia was glad Matilde could cover up her mood towards the guests and her own people, but she snapped in the meeting, and Silvia couldn't figure out why. She was worried, it didn't feel right. Just when Silvia wanted to turn away, ready to go after Viaplay, she saw Matilde walking back towards her with an annoyed face.

"I swear, the next time we will ever receive guests, they have to take a test about Ferrari and F1. When they fail, they will not set foot in this entire building," Matilde grumbled, annoyed and grabbed a bottle of lukewarm water. "'Thank you, sweetie. Can you get us ice-cold water, please? And tell your boss that we are ready to see him.' Him? Who do you think I am? Your fucking butler?" She poured in two glasses of lukewarm water, put the bottle into the fridge, and looked at Silvia, who Charles had now joined. "Do not invite him again," she stated, returning to the two guests. She smiled professionally again and placed the glasses on the table. "I don't think I properly introduced myself yet, David and Becky," she said. "My name is Matilde Jørgensen, the team principal of Scuderia Ferrari. It is a pleasure to have you here. How are you doing? How was the trip from The States?"

Silvia saw it happening. Embarrassment. Her cheeks turned pink in shame, but it was understandable. At first Charles looked perplexed, but a small smile appeared on his face. "How dare she act like that?" Silvia asked disapprovingly.

Charles' eyes shot to Silvia. "I mean, she is not wrong. How do you not know who the team principal is when a team invites you?"

"Fair, but the way she still got them water. She joins the moment like she is a..."

"A boss ass bitch," Galileo finished the sentence, who joined them after he saw it happening.

"Galileo," she hissed.

He only shrugged. "She says and does the things no one dares to say or do."

Silvia and Charles were about to walk away, leaving Matilde, Galileo and the guests alone in the lounge, ready to go to their next appointment. However, Galileo stopped them, wanting to interrogate Charles.

"How did your 'appointment' go?" Galileo asked Charles and raised one eyebrow. "How rebellious of you, talking to Matilde while she clearly said you couldn't talk to her. What did you do?"

Charles rolled his eyes and sighed. "Get over it, Galileo."

"What? What happened?" Silvia stirred.

"Matilde asked me to keep Charles away from her because of what happened in Austria, and yet he spoke to her. And it wasn't just a small talk, it was way louder than that," Galileo amusingly said.

She gave a side eye to Charles.

"The entire top floor could enjoy it too..."

"What?" Silvia didn't want to ask it, but she was imagining a scene. And she hoped it wasn't true.

"They argued for an hour straight," Galieo mentioned. "How are things going now?"

Charles crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked disapprovingly at Galileo. "Fine, we talked, and we are okay now. Nothing special happened," he answered the question, not giving any details.

Galileo looked impressed, slightly disappointed. "I would have let you suffer for a couple of more days, but fine." With that being said, he walked to the lounge and sat down on the couch across from Matilde.

"Okay..." Silvia mouthed. "Anyway, I'm glad everything is fine now. But how was she yesterday?" As much as she wanted to know everything about the fight, she knew it was private between the two of them.

"Like herself, why?" Charles looked questionable. "Well, a bit irritable, but that was probably because of me."

She nodded slowly. "She looks exhausted, I'm starting to get worried. The way she snapped in the meeting isn't like Matilde at all. She would handle the situation with care. And now this," she signed at the guests.

"Hmm. Well, this morning, during breakfast, I have not seen her eat anything. And also not during lunch."

"I will look after her."

Just when Charles wanted to say something else to Silvia, he was called to the guests. The man and woman looked hopeful and happy, while Matilde looked for help. Luckily, the guests couldn't see Matilde's facial expression. Charles stepped towards the guests, but he kept looking at Matilde, who started to look more and more miserable.

* * *

There was one last meeting at the track today: the team principal's meeting. It was quite an important one for everyone since they got introduced to some new rules.

"Matilde, do you have to say anything?" Stefano Domenicali asked at the end of the meeting, his brows furrowing with concern. "You have been awfully quiet."

Every person in the meeting room looked at the team principal in red; indeed, she had been awfully quiet during the entire meeting. Usually, she would have a say on something, bring in a topic or just crack a sarcastic comment. However, tonight was just... off. She hadn't even said hello when she entered the room, she sat in the back, barely made notes and just stared in front of her. She wasn't herself.

Matilde looked up. "I don't have to say anything. I'm all good," she mentioned.

A collective concern lingered in the room. Her response was curt, lacking the usual energy that characterised her presence in these meetings.

"Are you okay?" Christian asked, he sat two seats away from Matilde. He noticed a change in her behaviour.

She mustered a weak smile and looked at Christian, attempting to brush off the inquiry. "Just tired, you know."

He nodded, seemingly accepting her explanation, but the room's collective gaze lingered. The air held a peculiar tension, a subtle awareness that something was wrong with one of their fellow team principals.

As the meeting came to an end, a question was being asked by Zac Brown, McLaren's CEO. "The food is ready in the next room. Should we call it a night and have dinner?"

Many people agreed, and left the room. However, Matilde didn't move, she couldn't move, she had too little energy to get up and move. She looked down at her empty notebook, trying to focus on not throwing up, but it became difficult as she started to smell food from the room next to theirs. She swallowed hard when she felt something coming up her throat, managing to keep it in. When she looked up from her notebook, she only saw Toto, who remained in the room, waiting for Matilde.

"Are you really okay?" Toto asked.

Initially touched by his gesture, Matilde's relief quickly gave way to a surge of nausea. She started to realise it was not just part of her upcoming menstruation, but it was more. She nodded and gathered her belongings, the onset of discomfort in her abdomen now more pronounced. For the last few days, she had attributed to fatigue; perhaps it was the stress of managing an F1 team, and it was taking its toll. But the pain and nausea didn't make sense. The persistent pain in her stomach was becoming harder to ignore.

She walked towards the exit of the room, she winced at a sudden, sharp pain in her lower right abdomen. It was as if a vice was squeezing her stomach. She steadied herself against a table by putting her hands on it, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, hoping the pain would subside. It didn't.

Toto stepped towards Matilde with a concerned look in his eyes, and he grabbed her arm. Matilde may be an opponent, but health came first, and when something was off, they were there for each other. "Matilde," Toto said worriedly.

"I'm fine," she breathed, taking another deep breath when standing up again. She opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times. She decided to skip dinner and return to the hotel room immediately. A hot shower, more painkillers and a good night's rest would probably help her through the discomfort she was going through now. Toto squeezed his eyebrows together. "I'm fine," she reassured him. "I'm going back to the hotel room," she announced.

The Mercedes team principal let go of her arm when she stepped away. He first had to find someone from Ferrari to share his concerns and then he would go to the dinner thing in the room next to them. His eyes followed the Dane when she walked to the exit. However, as she reached the doorpost, she nearly collapsed.

With each step Matilde took, the pain intensified, it became a challenge, and cold sweat formed on her forehead. Unbeknownst to her, her face had lost its usual colour. She hesitated, hand on her abdomen, realising it was not a normal fatigue. The pain became relentless, pulsating, and she felt an unexplainable sense of urgency. It was then that the discomfort intensified to a searing pain, and another wave of nausea washed over her. She stumbled, trying to stay stable by placing her hand on the wall.

Toto didn't hesitate and rushed over to her. He grabbed her arm and placed his hand on her lower back to support her. "Horner!" Toto yelled into the hallway. "You are not okay, Matilde," he said to Matilde.

"What is going on?" Christian asked when entering the room with a plate in his hand. He looked from Toto, to Matilde, back to Toto. Matilde didn't look great, Toto looked concerned. "What is going on?"

"Call an ambulance, get the medical team here for now," Toto instructed. "She is not okay," he worriedly said.

Matilde's face was a picture of anguish as the pain continued to rack her body. Her unusually stoic demeanour had given way to visible distress. She clung to Toto for support. Her vision blurred. The walls seemed to close in around her.

"Fuck," Christian said and put his plate on the table. He turned around and ran into the hallway towards the office of the medical centre. He couldn't think about what could be wrong with her, he could only think about getting the right help for her. "Matilde has collapsed. Call an ambulance," he mentioned hopelessly.

The two remaining people in the office got up, grabbed their bag, and ran with Christian back to the meeting room. Once back in the meeting room, Toto had placed Matilde on a chair. Toto and Christian exchanged concerned glances as they saw Matilde's condition deteriorating rapidly. She looked pale, and she was drenched in cold sweat.

The medical team rushed to Matilde's side. They assessed her condition, already doing the job for the ambulance personnel. Matilde didn't allow the medical team to examine her stomach.

"What can it be?" Christian asked silently.

"Matilde has pain in her abdomen, she won't let go of her stomach, slight temperature increase, increased heart rate," a doctor mentioned. "The ambulance is on its way, she needs to go to the hospital for further checks."

"Stress?"

"We are not sure yet. It can be anything. She needs to go to the hospital for further examination."

"Fucking hell," Christian breathed and walked around the room, he was worried that it was wrong, very wrong.

Matilde looked at Christian. "Jens," she breathed. She mumbled some things in Danish.

"Where's Bill?" one of the medical guys asked. "He knows Danish and he knows Matilde, it's easier for all of us if he's here."

The other medical guy checked Matilde's heart rate again. "He's not working this weekend."

"What? What do you mean?" Christian asked, putting all his attention to Matilde, and kneeled down next to her.

"Call Jens," she whispered and swallowed hard. "He's here." She unlocked her phone and handed it over to Christian.

He went to her contacts and called Jens. "He's your brother, right?"

"Yes."

"She's gonna puke," Toto almost shouted in panic.

The doctor quickly grabbed a bin and held it on Matilde's lap. Not much came out of her stomach, but it was a sign of sickness. Christian spoke to Jens, urgently asking him to come to the paddock and the FIA building, ensuring he would be granted access to the facilities.

After a couple of minutes Jens entered the room, the other team principal's and other staff members were waiting in the hallway, all being concerned about what was happening. The ambulance arrived and the paramedics rushed to Matilde's side. They assessed her condition and talked to the medical staff. Matilde was transported to the ambulance, ready to go to the hospital.

"Would someone please inform Ferrari about Matilde being absent for at least this weekend?" Jens asked and looked at Christian and Toto. "We will get in touch with you once we know more. Thank you for looking after her," he gave the two team principles a reassuring smile and walked to the ambulance.

Christian and Toto were left behind in the meeting room, the rush and adrenaline slowly disappeared. They looked around, still processing the moment.

"I knew something was off, but I didn't know it was this bad," Christian mentioned and grabbed his phone. "I will go to Ferrari and inform them," he said.

"Great idea. And keep me updated," Toto nodded. "I hope it is nothing too bad."

"Fingers crossed," Christian hummed and left the room. "We don't have any information yet," he mentioned to the others, who were waiting in the hallway. "But it's probably not life-threatening." When he left the building, he hurried to Ferrari's hospitality to inform them about the situation.

Next chapter

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[speckle-meow-meow]

Hello! I hope you're doing fantastic today!

I just stumbled across your blog while scrolling, and have to say I'm totally in love with your work and writing! I don't know if it's possible, but would I be able to request something? ( Sorry if it's not okay, I understand completely )

I saw that you were talking about the lack of Anton Ego content on Tumblr. Might I please request romantic headcanons for him, no NSFW? Again, feel free to ignore this if it's not okay, and sorry for bothering you.

OMG YES! Thank you! There is a HUGE lack of content for him.

Anton Ego the man of many critics

Anton never considered him a romantic

He always kept to himself and rarely ever tried to make connections with people. That was until you --A foodie like himself-- came along

Critic!Anton

He's cold and stoic but a bit soft with you

Sometimes you join him on his foodventures as you like to call them

Whenever you do he takes your opinion somewhat seriously, for example if you said: 'This steak looks (Strange/Under cooked/Overcooked/ETC) he'll take it into consideration and write it down before calling the waiter over and request a new food item.

Being with him means you need to have good taste (Lies.)

If you're a cook yourself expect some constructive criticism whether you request it or not, it's the workaholic in him.

He's not one for interviews or public talks unless necessary, he doesn't exactly like paparazzi; but it's not like he can stop them.

Every once in a while a group of cameramen/women will pop out and ask him questions and snap pictures, he doesn't mind it although it is irritating. But if you're with him and are very bothered he'll try to shield you and excuse you and him.

Not a huge fan of affection in public or at home but give him time.

Post Critic!Anton

Now that he's out of his shell he's more open to affection and words of praise.

Again if you're a cook or a baker he'll shower you in praise and encourage you to follow this passion, maybe even help you open up a shop.

Paparazzi is still an issue and a bit more than before due to Gusto's restaurant rating and like in a previous headcanon he will shield you and try to escape them.

He likes to take you out.

(Alright! Thank you anon for requesting this! it was a joy to write! I was going a bit overboard with the writing but I had to delete it all due to it sounding too much like a fic and not headcanons. I have it saved so if ya'll want me to post it. Anyways! Hearts, reblogs, comments, and questions are always allowed and highly encouraged!!!)

[safety-pin-punk]

hello super cool awsome punk person I have a question!

if someone wants to be a punk is it okay for them to shop in stores?

since a very big part in punk culture is that you don't buy shit from designer stores you thrift it or make it yourself and I really like that but the problem is that where I live there are no thrift storewe do have ALOT of people that sell stuff on the floor in markets and I bought this very cool pair of converse for like 20 dirham when usually converse shoes are like 200+ dirham

anyways so since I don't know what a thrift store is and we don't have them here is it still okay to buy from regular stores

not designer stores doe can't afford that shit and they don't even sell good clothes

but regular clothing stores in markets n stuff, if I buy from them, would I still be able to be punk, or would I be considered a poser?

Heres the thing. Up cycling and DIY are a HUGE part of punk. But it isn't the entirety of punk. I'd highly encourage you to DIY your own stuff and learn how to repair old clothes. BUT, it would be absolutely insane to tell someone not to shop in a store.

Everyone deserves to have nice things, even punks. I myself bought a brand new pair of custom DND converse last month because I wanted them.

And to be honest, at the end of the day, who gives a shit what other people think? Do what you want, rules are made up, and other people's opinions dont matter.

[dontlookheswatching]

I wanna randomly ramble about my main au regarding ships real quick.

TRIGGER WARNING, PLEASE NOTE THAT I MENTION THINGS LIKE ABUSE, RAPE, ALCOHOL AND DRUG ABUSE!! Please don't read if these things upset you! I want everyone to be safe, so if any of this is triggering, this is to tell you to scroll by!

I'm a multishipper, I've stated this on my blog before, I ship practically everything if I see it a certain way. But lore wise when it comes to my blog, relationships are specific. I might post a relationship chart one day, but basically, I have main ships, and then I have like a billion little side ships I enjoy but they wont make a big appearance on this blog unless they're random doodles unrelated to the lore, or part of a ramble or reblog. Im gonna list examples of each so people know what to expect in future posts where some of these ships are featured. If you want to unfollow me for some of these, I'm not stopping you, I'd highly encourage doing so if any of these ships make you uncomfortable, because I don't want anyone to stay on my blog if it brings discomfort.

Several main ships I have that'll be featured perhaps the most are ones like Jeff x Ben, which if not already obvious is the main relationship that'll be focused on. Another is Tim x Toby, they're both adults in my au, I do not support pedophilia whatsoever and if need be I have aged up characters to avoid this. Lastly, I have Liu x Eyeless Jack. I honestly dont know why I started shipping it but its really cute to me and it stuck and they're very dear to me. These three are perhaps the ships that'll be featured the most, but I'm having a brain fart like always and I'm already forgetting my own ships-😭

These are ships that'll be in the blog as well but they aren't as big and focused on. A example to start off with is Jane x Clockwork. I know, canonly, Jane is married to Mary, and I love that, but this is my own personal au so things are different, although in my heart Jane and Mary are definitely on top, and I might do doodles of them from time to time. Another example is Nina x everyone. No, not literally. She just has crushes that come and go ALL the time, and she flirts with everyone, so often to where no one questions it anymore. She had a Jeff arc and got over him and now she's living her life how SHE wants to. A few more include Nurse Ann x Judge Angels, Hobo Heart x Cody/X-Virus, Lost Silver x Glitchy Red, Jason the Toymaker x The Puppeteer, and Kate x Rogue. I have many more, but for now, I'm gonna explain the ones already listed since a few might seem really random. For Angels and Ann, Im just gonna admit, I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers or people who act like they hate each other but they secretly love each other deep down. For Hobo and Cody, in my au, they're both huge loners, and we're paired in a mission once. It was very awkward but the more they talked the more they realized they had a lot in common. I love them. Theres more lore to the reason I've paired Silver and Red together, but to sum it up, Silver had a massive crush on Ben, but Ben has his eyes set on Jeff and didn't return the feelings, and I didn't want Silver to be sad and alone his whole life, plus, they're dynamic is adorable. Sad pessimistic person x person who has seen whats under the sadness and admires them anyways. For Jason and Puppeteer, i saw a cosplay with them on tiktok and I couldn't help myself, I caved immediately. And lastly for Kate and Rogue I realized their characters have several things in common and I realized they'd probably get along pretty well.

Now, for side ships, I won't give an explanation, this ramble is already longer than planned. Im just gonna throw them out there with no context. EJ x Ben, Ben x Lost Silver, Nina x Kate, Tim x Brian, Tim x Jay, Jay x Alex(Yes some other marble hornet characters may be featured in the blog or in doodles), Jessica x Amy, Toby x EJ, Liu x Ben, and many MANY more, too many to state here.

Now that its out there, I wanna real quick talk about something I've reblogged a few days ago. Just because they're bad people who have done bad things, it doesn't mean they dont deserve love or happiness. Plus, the majority of these creeps were people who were wronged time and time again until they were pushed over the edge, it probably definitely wasn't something they had planned out since they were like 3. Now, despite this, some of them definitely aren't the best lovers to have, like Jeff, because again, these are murders and deranged killers. This is a super dark confession but theres A LOT of lore between Ben and Jeff in my au where things were AWFUL for them because Jeff couldn't get a grip on himself for the longest time. He's not like that anymore, and things are MUCH better for the both of them, but they definitely had an era in their relationship where things were beyond toxic. Beyond toxic as in Jeff was incredibly abusive, physically and mentally, and had a MAJOR alcohol addiction, and even proceeded to get Ben addicted to drugs at some point, sometimes going as far as raping him when he did not give consent. I won't give away too many details, but I will say, again, this is in the past and they've both healed over their traumas and managed to get through it together, and are in a much better state(A lot of breaking up and getting back together happened throughout this 'toxic era' though, and even after healing, theres still minor problems that I will not elaborate, they will be found out throughout the blog and maybe hints in some doodles.) But this is a good example of what a realistic relationship in this fandom with Jeff might look like. But just because people are deranged and definitely not mentally stable, it doesn't mean they can't try to change, and it definitely doesn't mean they dont deserve love unless they're as bad as Jeff was but with no intentions to change.

Im always happy to further explain any of this, but I will not tolerate harassment for the things I like. But anyways yeah thats my whole thing on ships im gonna go cry over my broken apple pencil now

-Max❤

[terrence-silver]

What would Terry be like during the birth of his child? Would he be supportive and encouraging toward beloved or quite distant/unhelpful?

Him!? Distant and unhelpful!?

When was he ever distant and unhelpful? You have him pegged all wrong.

If anything, Terry Silver immerses himself into the issues and problems of the people he cares for so deeply and with so much overwhelming passion, that if he could, he'd literally preform the birth of his own child personally or at least, oversee it and dish out orders in the operation hall because he knows best. He has stakes in this birth the doctors just don't. This is his legacy. Not theirs. The person giving birth belongs to him and he's exclusively interested in their wellbeing the way a shark's interested in feasting on blood and I confess, he might very much be fixated on the very act of someone his giving him someone else who is quite literally his, made out of the same bone, flesh and marrow. Of course he cares infinitely more, he thinks. He will have control. He will, in his own mind's eye, do a more excellent job than a team of highly paid trained professionals because he knows beloved better than they ever will, mind, body and soul. He's a difficult patient. Extremely difficult, sure. But precise. Very much the perfectionist. The only unhelpful part of all of this stems from how much he's willing to do for beloved and the baby; a great many things that aren't even necessary or just pure extravaganza, but he does it anyway because he's Terry.

He leaves nothing up to chance.

Thing is, due to this, beloved and their baby will have the best care money can buy because he doesn't accept or stand for anything less than that and he throws cash around like there's no tomorrow, sparing no expense where monetary questions are concerned or where his presence is concerned; if this man could take weeks off of his schedule for revenge against two strangers, imagine what he'd do for the birth of his kid? They'll also have the best preparation money can buy as well. The best oversight. Check-ups. Private, on-stand nurses months and months prior to their term. State of the art nurseries with all the following equipment. The best dietary regimen during the pregnancy. Exercise regimen. Pre-birth vacations he absolutely insists on so beloved would relax. Stretches conducted by him personally. Heck, if he has to, he'll teach them how to goddamn breathe when the contractions come. He'll handpick the private hospital. Handpick the doctors. The Gynecologists. Who and who isn't allowed to touch beloved. Their stomach. Their body. And even when someone does, he is always there, eyes following every interaction like a hawk, holding beloved's hand, eternally present, giving more advice than whoever he hires as his handpicked medical professionals.

He isn't just encouraging, he's smothering and unrelenting with his care.

He euphorically plans and plans and plans. Relishes every moment of it too.

If it is at all possible, he as the father would somehow be more interested and overinvolved in the formation, development and birth of his child than the other parent all the way down to the moment of the actual water breaking (something he'd undoubtedly have calculated down to the very date and the hour before the doctors themselves do). So, nope, he wouldn't be distant or unhelpful, and if anything, beloved would have to plead with him to cease doing quite so much, something Terry would undoubtedly respond to by giving them a furrowed brow stare and then busting out laughing.

[cottoncandy-cult]

Band Bonding

Modern Mechanic! Zabuza x Reader

"Make sure this piece is locked in place before you start unscrewing the piece under… unless you want to crush your hands that is." Zabuza was bent over the underside of the hood of a truck, demonstrating to his apprentice Haku how to fix the engine on an older vehicle. Haku had been apprenticing under him for some time, receiving credits from his school to go along with his formal classes at the local trade school. The one thing he never got used to was Haku's elder sister (Y/n), the woman showed up once a day to drop the boy off lunch and had even started bringing snacks for Zabuza as well. Now Zabuza was no stranger to women, he was a young buck once as well. But there was a vast difference between drunken one-night stands and genuine romance, so he was never really sure how to handle her kind smiles and sweet gestures of handmade snacks. Luckily, she didn't mistake his calm demeanor as complete disinterest, as that wasn't necessarily the case. As he watched Haku follow his instructions, the taller male couldn't help but glance at the nearby clock. (Y/n) always came at 3:30p.m., no later than 4. He didn't know when it happened, but these past few days he had caught himself glancing at the clock to determine how long it would be before he saw her. "You know, my sister thinks very highly of you Zabuza. The work you did on her car made her really happy, some of the other mechanics like to screw her and only do half fixes so that she has to keep coming back to pay for more work. But ever since you worked on it, her car has been running like new." Haku chuckled to himself, glancing at the older male to gauge his reaction. He knew his sister had feelings for the tall male, having been on the receiving end of her indiscreet questioning as she attempts to learn about his teacher. "I'm glad, that thing was a mess when she brought it by. Surprised it wasn't catching fire on her, it was one pothole away from falling apart on the road." Zabuza chuckled, his eyes had locked onto the engine once more, but a subtle fondness in his eyes had Haku struggling to hide his grin. His elder sister had practically raised him, putting off her love life to focus on making sure he didn't feel like he was missing out because of their parent's absence. So, if his sister was truly into Zabuza, and if the taller male felt the same, he we gonna do his best to nudge them together.

"You know, she has tickets to a concert in the next city over. She's been looking for someone to go with her, since I have tests that day I have to stay home. I'd feel a lot better knowing she had you with her, you know how some of these concerts can be." He dropped his first attempt, screwing a piece back in place as they finished up with this lesson. Zabuza was quiet a moment, pretending to look over the engine and double check the work but in reality, his thoughts lingered on his apprentice's words. "She doesn't have a lot of friends around the city since graduating, most of her friends have moved away or started to travel. She was thinking of asking you herself, but she doesn't want to be weird. I figured I'd give you a heads up, that way if she does ask it doesn't seem out of left field." Haku continued to elaborate, of course he wasn't lying. He had spent 3 hours last night being his sister's hype man, encouraging her to ask the male to attend with her. Of course, Zabuza didn't need to know that. "I see…I suppose it won't hurt, Kisame is more than capable of running this place with Mangetsu. I have some PTO I need to use anyways before I lose it…" Zabuza spoke calmly after pretending to think it over, he didn't want to seem eager, but Haku could see right through him despite the younger keeping his thoughts to himself. Before the conversation could continue the bell from the front of the shop echoed in the back, both sets of eyes turning to the clock to confirm who it was before they closed up the hood and made their way out to the register. "Hey (Y/n), give me a sec to wash my hands and I'll get my food. Promise." Haku was quick to dismiss himself, though his sister thought nothing of it since he did have grease on his hands. She had raised him to wash his hands before and after he eats, making sure her little brother knew how to properly care for himself and clean up after himself. "Alright, take your time." The woman giggled, placing the bag that had her brother's food in it on the counter. Taking out another bag she passed it to Zabuza, who thanked her softly as he unloaded the small meal on the counter after walking behind it. "You're here every day, aren't you? Don't you ever get exhausted, being bent over cars all day seems tiring."

She looked up at him, chin resting on her palm as she leaned against the counter. "Sometimes, but it's easier for me to think when I'm doing something with my hands." Zabuza spoke calmly, opening the bag she had passed him and finding a sweet treat inside. He couldn't help the slight grin that reached his face, in his snack bag was some homemade tangulu. Though he may not look it, he had a bit of a sweet tooth though he didn't often get to enjoy them fresh, and the store-bought stuff just never matched up. (Y/n)'s smile widened, though to most Zabuza's smile may have looked a bit dark, to her it meant a lot more because he was normally so hard read. "I see, I can understand that. When I'm struggling to think things through, I like to blast some music and draw, sometimes it leads to great things and sometimes it just leads to odd doodles, but it really doesn't matter at the end of the day." She watched him pull out the skewers of sugar glazed fruit, Haku was a sugar addict, so she had learned how to make various treats over the years. "As long as you're enjoying yourself and it's helping, that's all that matters." Zabuza nodded his head in confirmation of his words, taking a bite from the strawberry tangulu as the thin sugar shell around it cracked and dissolved on his tongue with the juices of the strawberry. "You know… there's a concert coming up and I have a spare ticket, why don't you take a break from all that thinking you do and come have fun with me?" She did her best to fight down her blush, trying not to sound too eager about asking for his company. She had practiced this last night with her brother, there was no way she could mess up. She looked up at him, trying to play it off though the hope was evident in her eyes. Zabuza had to suppress a chuckle, quirking an eyebrow as he continued to eat the rest of the skewer pretending to be in though as if he hadn't already decided he would when Haku gave him a heads up earlier to make sure Zabuza would be around when she came. "Sure, it's been a while since I've gone out in general. May as well go big if I'm not going home for a bit." He winked at her, leaning on his arms against the counter while crunching on another skewer. "Great! I'll give you my number so I can let you know the details." She tried not to get too excited but the smile on her face was too bright to suppress, though he was tempted Zabuza decided not to tease her and instead simply enjoy the show. (Y/n) had been quick to rattle her phone number off once Zabuza had his phone out, typing in her contact info with one hand and still consuming his sweet treat with the other. He had also been quick to get a picture of her for her contact, he couldn't miss the chance to have proof of the cute look on her face as she excitedly told him her phone number. "Alright, I'll message you after my shift and we can make plans for the concert." He tucked his phone back into his pocket when he was done, leaning on the counter as he finished his second skewer right as Haku returned from the bathroom.

[newtthetranswriter]

hii can u write a cuddle session with yuuta?

Summary: Just a lazy day cuddling and watching The Dragon Prince.

Paring: Yuta x gn!Reader

Word Count: 874

A/N: Thank you for requesting this. I love cuddles with Yuta, he’s just so sweet. I couldn’t help but use the dragon prince as the show they watch while cuddling because it’s one of my favorites right now and if you’ve watched you should understand my comparisons, if you haven’t watched it I highly recommend, it has such diversity and has the same feel as Avatar the Last Airbender, plus there are a bunch of easter eggs for atla because one of the creators was also a writer and producer on Avatar. Anyway, enjoy this lovely piece and let me know what you think. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Dating Yuta has been a dream come true. He is the sweetest guy I have ever met and it feels like he understands me better than anyone. It’s almost like he can sense when I’m having a bad day because today he suggested that we skip hanging out with our friends to just stay in and watch one of my favorite shows. So, that's exactly what we are doing right now, we’er cuddled up on my bed with a bowl of skittles on my lap watching The Dragon Prince on netflix.

I just really enjoy laying with him and commenting on the little jokes each character makes or judging Viren for being a horrible father. We also like to try and figure out which character reminds us of each other and our friends, that’s the current debate we are having.

“There is no way Toge is Claudia, if anything he’s Zym. Because one, he can’t talk, and two he likes to cause trouble. I don’t think any of our friends are evil enough to be Claudia.” I said completely flabbergasted that he would insinuate that our best friend would be able to do such horrid things to people and animals.

He laughed and said “I wasn’t saying that because I think he’s evil or something, I was saying it because in the first few seasons Claudia is a complete dork, yeah she sucks for doing dark magic but she does dumb stuff as well. Anyway, now that we have Inumaki picked, who would Maki be? I personally think Rayla is an exact copy of her; they would both roll their eyes and slap someone for being an idiot.”

I chuckled at his defense, “I completely agree. Maki is also too stubborn to ask for help when she really needs it. Panda is Ezran, I will not accept any argument, he understands Toge and encourages his dumb behaviors.” I started with no room for argument.  “Also you are Soren, don't try to fight it, that's my final decision and I'm sticking to it.”

“W-what how am I Soren?” My boyfriend looked at me obviously confused by my statement. “I’m not disagreeing, I’m just curious why you think that.”

“Well for one you both use swords to fight. But most importantly, you are both extremely kind in spite of the fact you have both been through a lot. Soren spent years being gaslite by his father into doing horrible things, and when he tried to make his sister see it she also tried to gaslight him. Once he finally realized his family was doing horrible things he made the hard choice to leave them and change for the better. Now I’m not saying you have the same past but I know you struggled and suffered for a while. Having Rika lash out everytime something even came close to threatening you and not understanding it had to have been difficult, but instead of giving up, you decided to keep fighting and try and make it so no one else has to go through what you did.” I pointed out the major similarities between the two swordsmen. “Also I think you are both adorable.”

He just watched amazed by my reasoning, thinking I was just gonna say it was because they both use swords and are dorks, but no it was like I had thought about this alot. “I-i- Wow, you’ve thought about that a lot haven’t you?” he asked with a light blush.

I smiled up at him. “ Yeah I have, you have been through a lot and I'm proud of you for it. Now the most important question, what character am I?” I asked, trying to see his brain work.

“Oh definitely Bait.” He said confidently as I looked at him in shock.

“Excuse me, I just gave a college dissertation level speech on why I think you are a handsome swordsman, and all I get is a toad.” I said sitting up and turning to fully face him.

“Well yeah you are both adorable when you’re grumpy, both love shiny things, and you have a massive sweet tooth.” He said, defending his choice, reaching to try and pull back to lay with him. I begrudgingly layed back down resting my head on his chest, I felt his arm wrap around my shoulders as he placed a kiss to the top of my head. “Now shush, one of your favorite moments is coming up.”

I just nodded and snuggled closer to his side as I turned to watch as general Amya accidentally ruined her own engagement. I always find it funny, like yeah I get wanting to propose in a flashy way but seriously. Amya is a high ranked general who doesn't seem like someone who enjoys random surprises, what else would you expect to happen ambushing her with what look like flaming whips. I chuckled at the scene before closing my eyes, just enjoying the time I get to spend cuddling Yuta. I whispered a quiet “I Love you” as I drifted off to sleep.

Right as I let sleep take over, I heard Yuta respond with his “I love you too” before we both feel asleep to the sounds of dragons, elves, and magic.

[shdwtouch]

me: I should post a starter call... me: -notices my starter call from before this class started- me: -nudges it under the rug-

ANYWAY. inbox call !! like this for 2-4 memes guaranteed, most likely from Shade. multis can specify if they like, otherwise I will just pick muse(s). <3 meme tag highly preferred !! if I cannot find memes on your blog... then I'm just gonna send you stuff from my meme tag tbh. no previous interaction required, mutuals only.

[courtesy notice that you do not have to read further. its just me talking. should ya read it ? I mean, if you want ? I'd appreciate it. ; w ; but tldr just like this post for memes, kay ? k ! see ya in your inbox ! ]

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I will most likely reblog this a couple times before going in for the inbox spam. these will, obviously, be completed in waves... and if you so wish you can unlike then like this post again to receive even more asks after you've received the first wave !

also, this is me, Puffin, giving you, my friend, permission to come smack me if after a day or two you do not receive asks. this is mostly in context of my wifi is shit and tumblr eats everything so its very likely I sent you asks and they vanished into the abyss, but you might also be keeping me on track by reminding me, which I appreciate. so yeah. no asks ? feel free to knock my door down to get them.