#Because i really dont believe you can just will yourself out of that hole i really think the enviroment is like 99% of it

[makeucrawl]

In the most normal way possible,,, I need to know about your headcanon Easterman favorite little kinks—I’m so normal about him I promise 😭

Easterman’s Kinks~

!!!Warning!!!NSFW!!!

Oral

Manwhore for receiving and giving oral.

He’ll have a fist full of your hair, gliding your mouth along his cock; just the way he likes it. His ears suck up all the lovely gasps and gags you make, the small moans and whimpers. He loves watching as you try to touch yourself and suck him off at the same time.

When he’s going down on a lady, he might just be enjoying it more than her. He’d have a wole feast down there, spelling his name on your clit, noisily sucking your juices; there’s really no stopping him and his meal. He just can’t get enough of the way your thighs squeeze around his head, or how your hands pull at his hair, bumping your clit up against his nose. You’re loving the way his mustache tickles your clit each time he sucks it into his mouth. Each time he pulls away to give himself some air, you can see your own juices glistening on his beard and lips. He looks positively drunk off of your juices.

Giving oral to men is not something he dislikes…He enjoys the pressure on his tongue and jaw, as well as the sensation of you pulsing in his mouth. Just don't slap your dick against his face. He despises that. He does not want to appear submissive in any way. If he gives you a blow job, it's because he believes you’re worthy enough to receive one from him. He is rewarding you and you better thank him. He'll let you cum in his mouth, but don't you dare cum on his face.

Pet Play/ Humiliation

Dont think he wont make you walk around the halls a little bit, collar and leash on that pretty little neck of yours with a vibrator in your dripping hole and a tail plug shoved in your ass. “You’re being such a good pet.” He purrs down at you and you can’t stop staring at the obvious tent in his pants. You whine and nuzzle your nose against it wanting a treat. When you try to reach for a his zipper he gives you a “loving” slap across the face. “No hands.” He reminds you his smirking villainously as you use your mouth to pull his zipper down.

Would lock you in a tiny cage in his office if he could. Just to keep you all to himself but also to show off his pet~

Public

Kinda plays in with his “humiliation” kink.

While the two of you are in a meeting, you feel your boss' hand slide up your thigh and nestle between your legs. His large hand effortlessly prys your thighs open, and his fingers work to warm you up. You're getting extremely horny, but you're also in awe of how this man can masturbate you in front of a room full of people without losing his composure.

Once everyone has left the room, he pins you to the table and fucks you right there, well aware that anyone could walk in at any time. The way you whine and beg him to lock the door only encourages him to keep going.

“Daddy”

The best way to get him riled up. Doesn’t need you to call him “sir” or “master” just call him “daddy” and he’s got you bent over the desk in a second.

Just don’t call him that jokingly. He’s not going to ever let it ((or you)) go.

Hands

Wants you to compliment him on his amazingly huge hands. It really strokes his ego just right to see you kiss each of his fingers before slowly sucking on one. As they delve deeper into your soaked hole, he licks his lips as your fluids pool around his rings and drip down his palm. He knows they’re filling you up just right by the way you squeal and your inside grip him so tightly not letting him leave.

He’s licking and sucking his fingers clean while you lay on the bed sheets soaked and hole stretched out. You start to wonder if you can take his whole fist.

[wawek]

I say this often but its crazy how much of a vortex depression is.

[nisuna]

I humbly request more step bro Yuuji… 😳

And I shall most certainly deliver ;^)♡

this is heavily inspired by one of enoki junya's audio dramas, which is just chef's kiss iykyk, without further ado hope you enjoy!!<3

TW: stepcest, first time?(sus), allegedly inexperienced, oral f receiving, unprotected sex, creampie, mating press, missionary, Nee-chan🤤, aged up ofc, ~1.5k words

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"Can I eat you out?"

You definitely did not expect to find yourself in this kind of situation when Yuji first came to visit you today. It was weird, but you were definitely intrigued.

"Have you ever done that before?"

"No", he confessed. "But im a fast learner!" he exclaimed and you could see his imaginary tail wagging with excitement. How can you say no to those puppy eyes.

"I can't believe I'm doing this.", you sighed.

He was waiting patiently with begging eyes. However, as soon as you gave him the go ahead he immediately latched his teeth onto the waistband of your panties, pulling them down in one smooth motion.

"Where did you learn that move from?, you cocked an eyebrow, suspicion growing

"That's a secret" he chuckled sticking his tongue out in excitement. "Whoa you're glistening and I havent even touched you yet. You're really amazing Nee-chan."

"Shut up."

"Alright, alright, just tell me if you're uncomfortable."

"Fuck just do it already ah-"

You moaned as soon as his tongue hit you, legs cramping and toes curling. His licks were so delicate and soft, it had your legs squirming, unsure where you should put them. So he made that decision for you by hoisting them over his broad shoulders. As he sprawled out one of his big palms over your tummy to pin you down the other slipped under your thin top grabbing a handful of your breast.

The sudden intrusion made you speeze his face between your thighs. Borderline suffocating, but he loved every second of it nonetheless.

He meticulously fondled your breast, pinching your nipple ever so often. Every small movement of his pushed you more and more over the edge. Soon you couldn't do anything but chant his name over and over. When you finally came on his tongue he kept licking you through your orgasms. He did not want to pull away, but as soon as you started whining from the overstimulation he finally did, a mix of his spit and your juices running down his chin.

He leaned his cheak against your thigh before he spoke up. "Whoa, she's so pretty" he hummed running his fingers through your pussy, admiring it.

"Don't say stupid things like that. Besides, you're a dirty liar. As if that was your first time ever doing that!"

"But she is!", he firmly stated thick fingers spreading you open, trying to get an even better look at your cunt and completely ignoring your accusations. "If you dont believe me we can do it in front of a mirror next time mh-", you slapped your hand over his mouth, which only earned you a moan and a lick to your palm.

You let out a long sigh before speaking up, "Thats enough, Mr.", you pulled his ear, "Come up here and kiss me, if your mouth doesn't have anything better to do."

He grinned before kissing up your body and finally pushing his lips against yours. At the same time he pushed two thick fingers inside of you, making you gasp at the sneak attack and pull his hair. He groaned at the pain, before latching his mouth onto your neck.

He was trying to stretch you out, because how could he possibly fit into such a tight hole, when his fingers barely had any room. After a few kisses and bites to your neck he deemed you ready.

He was gentle when he as he slotted himself between your legs.

"Shit, I don't have any condoms", he panicked frantically looking across the room.

"It's fine. I like it better without, anyway...", you trailed off.

"Shit", he groaned. "You really are the best, Nee-chan." With a content sigh he lined himself up with you, before starting to push in. To his surprise he was still faced with some resistance.

"Ah you're so tight, please relax Nee-chan ah"

"Easier said than done", you groaned putting your arm over your eyes.

You both moaned, when he finally bottomed out.

"Wow, im really inside of you..."

One moment he was caressing your thighs so sweetly and the next he was knocking the wind out of your lungs with his harsh thrusts. You did not expect that much force from someone who claimed that he had no experience.

"Wait slow down mh-!", he cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, cradling your face in his big palms.

"Have you done this with anyone before?", he mumbled against your lips. "You're my first, Nee-chan."

"Liar.", you moaned.

"Am I?"

"Mh, whatever. Just, slowly, it's been a while.", you felt your cheeks burn up at the lame confession of not getting laid. You were trying to enjoy it, but with each thrust, you kept adjusting your body. And of course, he noticed.

"Is it uncomfortable? Here put your leg up."

Without much resistance, he hoisted one leg over his shoulder. The new position made your eyes roll back, as he was hitting you deeper now. You couldnt stop the sounds that kept falling from our mouth and with each thrust you squeezed him just right, making him moan in return

"Whoa do you like it? Does this angle feel good.", he gently pecked your ankle.

"Mhm~~", you mewled, instinctively covering your face with your hands.

"Please dont hide, Nee-can. I want to see you."

He leaned down now pressing both of your legs against your chest, which earned him another moan.

"Wow, you're so flexible, Nee-chan. How lewd~"

He kissed your hands covering your face. "Please look at me nee chan. I want to see how good I'm making you feel.

He sounded so sweet, so who were you to deny him. When you finally looked up, big brown eyes were staring right back at you.

"Does it feel good?", he smiled and you pulled him into another kiss.

"Yes, it feels really good.", you smiled, holding his face in your hands.

"Oh, Nee-chan", he cried hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "I'm so happy right now."

He slowed down and came to a halt. Just hugging you and breathing in your scent. He soon let your legs down and leaned back. With him he pulled your hands down so your arms were pushing your tits together. He could hold both of your wrists in one rough hand and the mental image of him being bigger than you in every sense of the word made you squirm. He stuck his tongue out at the sight in front of him. Looking down to where you two were connected and at your messy face. After a few deep breaths he went to town.

In this new position you could feel him getting close, so you put your legs around his waist, essentially trapping him.

"Wait, Nee-chan. If you do that I'm going to cum." he he looked at you with a panicked expression.

"I know~", you grinned with excitement.

"I can cum inside of you, right? Please can I cum inside?"

He was too cute to deny him, so you moaned with a nod.

"Yes please fill me up~"

The way you stuck your tongue out really got him.

"Fuck you're so hot."

As soon as he let go of your hands, he hugged you tight, almost suffocating you with his beefy arms and within a couple thrusts he spilled his thick seed deep inside of you.

He was out of breath and his heart was about to jump out of his chest, so you tried your best to calm him down by caressing his hair humming contently. His head was resting on your breasts and he swore he was in heaven.

After a brief moment of silence he looked up at you with a stern expression and said, "Only do it with me from now on, okay? I want to be the only one to see you like this. I will do anything you want, so please, Nee-chan, just me."

You tried holding your laughter at his cute request, so you ruffled his fluffy pink hair before putting your foreheads together and whipering a quitet "Sure." against his lips. Life was good.

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"Tell me tho, that wasn't really your first time right? That was just an act to get me in my feels.", you lifted an eyebrow at him and he expertly averted his gaze. His face had *caught* written all over it, so you pulled on his cheek to get his attention.

"First one that meant anything to me, though.", he pouted.

Darn sweet talker.

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Gaaaahhh I havent written for him in so long I really missed him 🤧🩷

Anyway, hope you enjoyed, please lmk what you thought! Until next time MWAH

[evilminji]

You know, i just had the mental image of a sith in star wars finding a ritual or something to summon a ghost and end up summoning danny, while in space. The sith is struggling to try and convince this otherworldly being to help them do evil and their just staring out the nearest viewport in awe about the amount of new space things to discover.

How does it feel? To have such a big and wrinkly brain? So full of smartness?? :O

That? Is Brilliant~☆

It could be a Krell situation. Stress of the war got to be too much. Or a Dooku situation, discontent fed and fed until it burst. Like a silently festering wound, left unseen and untreated.

Regardless of HOW it happened?

The lil shit steals from Madame Nu. Like a CRAZY PERSON.

Rightfully terrified that she will Kick Their Ass into the stratosphere for touching HER archives, they head straight for the "Sith Stuff". What does it DO? What RESEARCH did they do? HA! You ask too much of them! There is no PLAN here!

Their brain has gone to SOUP with the Dark Side. It's all wild mood swings and impulse decisions! Research and careful precautions takes PATIENCE. Planning. The calm and rationality they just THREW OUT AN AIR LOCK.

They are high on the initial high of the Dark Side that few, if any, Dark Siders ever SURVIVE. That TEST of their character and control, as they stand in the storm they have unleashed upon themselves.

You want POWER?

Okay.

HAVE IT.

Like trying to swallow a waterfall. Drink the ocean, one cup at a time. Endless, yes, but equally so? It is BRINE. Not the life giving waters of the Light. The more you drink... the deeper your thirst. The faster you die. Can you control yourself? Suffer it? For that's all that's left... suffering. Thirst. Endless, Endless Thirst.

Water water everywhere, and it shall grind your bones to DUST when next you drink.

Welcome to the Dark Side! Was it WORTH it?

But, ah, our Fallen's brain is muddled soup. They think so. They are not themselves. May never be again. That's why it's a tragedy. Because it both IS and ISN'T their hands that takes that Sith artifact. Because who they WERE would be appalled.

They don't even know what they are grabbing, do they? No one does. Seized from the ruins of a laboratory. Long dead horrors, painted upon the walls. A Sith's obsession with the afterlife of his people. Ghosts. Beings that were, supposedly, DIFFERENT then Force Ghosts.

The notes speak of "green". A vision or experience in his youth. Brief. The world tearing open. A gate to somewhere "green". The Sith believed it was the afterlife. Felt death inside the gate. Described as "peaceful, joyful, driven, and eternal", he was ultimately unable to full articulate the full scope of what he believed he saw.

Now his last device is in the hands of a fallen jedi.

Who is going to USE it.

P A N I C

Obviously, the Temple gaurds chase the crazy mofo as hard as they can. Without a DOUBT, every master on hand and available, is roped in by Madame Nu to FOLLOW that psychopath, before he unleashs FORCE KNOWS WHAT, directly over CORUSCANT AIRSPACE!!! The SENATE. THE TEMPLE?! HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF LIVES!?

Fallen McFuckface? Clearly did not think this through (nooooo, REALLY? Everyone is SHOCKED! Shocked, they tell you!), panics. Which is, unfortunately, the LAST thing they wanted them to do. FUCK™.

Masters and Knights are LITERALLY cutting through the hull, kicking down the door, they can survive limited Space exposure and honestly? We're not THAT high yet! Let's see you jump to hyperspace with HOLES in your ship! (Fucking, DONT GIVE THEM IDEAS! They're insane, remember?!) (Shit. You're right.)

When?

.......Green...~¤~

Hilariously? The Sith can plan all they want. But you can NEVER plan for stupid. Make a plan idiot proof, as they say, and the Universe will just build a better idiot. All that carefully curated misery, hatred, and suffering? That DISPAIR. The webs upon webs of Darkness carefully spread across the Senate district? Choking the Temple?

Mmmmm, tasty kindling. Good fuel! Sith Artifact LIKEY~!

It RIPS and TEARS. A screaming MAW IN THE SKY. A black hole for Dark Side energy that takes and takes and TAKES. Dropping people all across the district below. KILLING the particularly irredeemably monstrous. After all~!

The Force? Is in all things.

You DON'T have to be Force Sensitive, to Fall. Just a BASTARD. Just cruel and selfish, hateful and needlessly petty. All the things that would sour and turn a Jedi? Can sour and turn YOU too. Just slower, quiter, and with less explosions. But! It still wraps the Dark around your bones. Feeds it into your blood.

Kills you, when it all gets ripped away.

One must wonder.... how many Senators die instantly? And how many die in the days to come? Slowly, painfully, bed-bound as they reflect on who they had become? The fall out will be SPECTACULAR.

The Jedi's fault? How? How is their being stretched so thin they could not mount a proper response THEIR fault? How is YOUR corruption, THEIR fault? Please note all the individuals who were FINE! Baffled, but FINE!

But perhaps you are correct.

Perhaps, for the safety of ALL, we should MOVE our main Temple.

We've done it before. We can do it again. Or do you not want to HAVE that conversation? Hmmm? No, no, we wouldn't want to be a THREAT to you FINE people! You HONORABLE senators! Please, continue to yell and make demands! SEE HOW FAR IT GETS YOU!

Would they normally send someone more diplomatic? Yes. But STRANGELY all of THEM had weird SITH Darkness on them that got violently ripped off! They are in the halls of healing. Unconscious. Because getting Sith shit, that was hooked into your brain, violently ripped out? Not GREAT! 0 out of 10 healers recommend!

Fuuuuck you! Yes, I bite! And be warned, my Race is VENOMOUS! *aggravated Jedi Senior Padawan noises, hissing*

Danny? Got pulled out in FULL regalia. Just FULL on Ice and Stars. Full "I am the Cosmos beholding itself, I am the dead child you could not save.", beyond vanta-black armor and cape like a window to ever shifting stars, crown of aurora borealis playing off the eternal ice, all upon a youngling that seems forever floating... frozen in time. By death.

Was it sacrifice? Natural? Is it just a shape the spirit takes? IS he a youngling?

They both can and can not feel him.

Both can and can not SEE him.

He is so young....

A child king, hsmiles with such shared grief, when they look upon that too large crown, upon a head that should never have been forced to wear it. Like a child, forced to wear his father's mantle too soon. Is that what happened? Was it something worse? They can not bring themselves to ask.

Not when he is so... so DELIGHTED?

Playing with the younglings. In AWE of each and everyone of them. The things they learned each day. "Who wants to go flying?" "Try to float me!" "I believe in you." Oh, he BASKS in their Light like a desperate thing. Showers them with praise and attention, gentle corrections and undivided attention.

He is empathic. Alive and dead. Fascinated by the stars.

And of course... King™.

No, no, he's not interested in your Senate. Doesn't like um, Doesn't trust um. The vibes are RANCID. But I mean... if you REALLY need an army so bad? Since it seems you guys are pushing yourself WAY outside of your normal duties? Like, he doesn't know, uhhh farmers burning crops to prevent starvation? Something like that.

Just? Since you hate it? But are worried people will die? Or those Clone guys (Sweet! Clones! Ellie is gonna be HYPED.) Are gonna die? He could, you know... fix that for you?

JUST you.

We're gonna have to get it in writing. And they won't do anything BUT stop the robots and help people. They don't actually answer to you. Soooo.....?

.......are you offering us an army? (Yeah. An endless skeleton army. Lead by the greatest Generals to have ever died.).....(they get bored.)

And SUDDENLY? Oh look! The Galactic suffering levels? Just fucking DROPPED. All those SENTIENT Clone soldiers! Dying in vain, in agony, ALONE? Not happening! Skeletons can get blasted apart, fade, reassemble, and march RIGHT BACK OUT! This is GREAT fun!

And even better? Unlike with Pariah? THIS time they march? King PHANTOM is sending them to HELP people! Woooooo! Destroy metal crunchy things! Help clean up rubble! Build a house! Rescue trapped people from rubble! Tireless effort! Honor and service! Thanks for the FREE METAL! *rips apart your robots*

There are no anti-ecto technologies here! The BEST they have is Force users! Which? Ha ha ha! GOOD LUCK. That's what? One? TWO? Of you?? To HOW MANY of us??? *cackles in bone army*

And! If they happen upon OTHER things they don't like? Whoop! Should'a thought of that! Before being a DICK! King Phantom says slavery is ILLEGAL. And we, the FORMER slave army of King Pariah, have Millennium Long ISSUES with that! (Easy to remove that chip, when you can reach THROUGH a person. Here you Slaver FUCK. YOU have it! In fact! Have ALL of them. From each and every slave.)

Anikin LOVES his new Bone friends. They are WONDERFUL. Him n them? Bonded. He's made them all speech boards. They're plotting the gruesome end of the Hutt cartel together. He's showing them the holo of his wedding. They're making Super Advanced Chip scan-.....

W....Why is his scanner going off? There should be nothing near by for it to recognize. The only thing HERE is him, his Bone Buddies, and Rex for supervision.... *mounting horror as he slowly waves the device around* *beep*

R-Rex?

...

......

The Clones? De-chipped in like... two days. There are too many skeletons to NOT have them be able to just? *reach in, feel for the Non-Clone bit, grab it, pull out* didn't even need surgery! But boy, oh, boy! Is Anikin upset. That sure is a Slave chip! Hey, Kamino! Have a Chosen One and his Bones Bros! Some Clones in orbit with Real Big Guns.

And Palatine? Is? PISSED.

His whole ass Empire is dissolving in his hands. The Sith Master Plan! Going up in smoke! Walls are closing in! All because of ONE(1) glowing BRAT.

Wanna bet he goes after him... with LIGHTNING? In human form, of course. Danny. Who DIED to electricity. Who has, throughout ALL of this? Been chilling in the Jedi temple, finally... FINALLY! Unwinding. Putting down the stress on his shoulders. Healing from his childhood. Cuddling cute babies and laying on the grass to nap, listen to the waterfall. Be at PEACE, surrounded by the Light of the Jedi.

Danny, who has been making friends. Enjoying the archives. For once in his stressful, STRESSFUL life? Letting OTHER PEOPLE deal with it. Playing with alien puppies and weird not-cats. Trying new foods! Seeing about adopting some droids that Tucker might get on with. Sorry "buying" some droids. (As though those Restraining Bolts aren't coming off the SECOND they droids are in his hands.)

It's been cool. Relaxing. Great for his mental health.

They have folks LITERALLY called Mind Healers here! Jazz would love it!

So obviously Sith face ruins it. Hurts his friends and blasts him with LIGHTNING. The kids are crying and terrified. This was supposed to be some sort of "learn about how the Republic works" day trip to the Senate! He was helping chaperone. They are being so, SO brave. Staying together. Trying to get their teacher out of harms ways.

He? Is? PISSED.

How DARE you. How FUCKING DARE YOU?! A fight between adults? Not his Reality, not his business. Clockwork drilled that into his head. He CAN'T keep the Multiverse together. Fight every fight for everyone, save everything. People have free will. Have to decide for THEMSELVES. Choose to do the right thing.

It doesn't mean SHIT if they don't save themselves. Wont last, in the end, because they won't have LEARNED a damn thing. He GETS that! But KIDS?! Ooooh ho ho! He DRAWS THE LINE AT KIDS! At shocking the SHIT out of him with LIGHTNING!

You want to poke the sleeping titan 'til it wakes up?

Well congrats!

YOU HAVE HIS ATTENTION NOW!

*inhale*

*Wail*

Palpatine goes through the HOLE where about fifteen walls USED to be. Half of Coruscant physically hears it and EVERYONE with even a TOUCH of Force sensitivity FEELS it. Across the entire planet and up into orbit.

Dying screams and the crackle of electricity. Regret. Fear. The desperate need to protect, in your final moment. Pain and pressure, the cool slide of Death come to take it all away. You were just fourteen. You were just fourteen! You died screaming, you came back screaming, in the place between... will you ever stop screaming?

You are the Galaxy, the Cosmos, the INFINITE. You are just a child.

How many souls died screaming?

Can't you hear ALL OF THEM?

Pissed or not, kids come first. Fuuuuuck that guy. Danny picks up the teacher, the kids, and back to the Temple they go. Teacher survives. Kids cling. Senate gets itself into a snit over the "unprovoked attack". But the thing is? A whole CLASS of Baby Jedi say the Chancellor is the Sith Lord. Look too spooked to be lying. Their teacher, too WOUNDED for this to be a prank.

The Jedi close rank.

Palpatine tries to use the Clones.

You know... the De-chipped by their Bone Bros Clones.

Commander Fox? Gets to finally, FINALLY(!!!) live out his long time fantasy... of shooting the fucker. Slug thrower. Tragically, fails to kill him. But the attempt WAS enthusiastic! We applaud his attempt. Commander Fox gets to join Danny in the Gardens, under a Crechelings pile, staring at the stain glass ceiling and Not Thinking Or Having Responsibilities.

Huh.... kid's right. This IS nice.

Fox enjoys being a climb-able lump for the Crechelings. Welcome to the club, my dude.

The other Jedi? THEY can figure it out. The Temple is literally unassailable. If needs be, his army can PICK IT UP AND MOVE IT. Danny is Vibin. Have a fruit. You hear about Skywalker? Making pretty good ground on his whole "one man and massive bone army campaign against Slavery" thing. Missed the whole.... his buddy was an asshole reveal. Apparently reception is spotty. *shrugs*

His wife's nice though! *various married Jedi agree, Obi-Wan continues to sulk because: "REALLY?! You didn't even INVITE ME!? My own Padawan! To his WEDDING! Anikin how COULD YO-!?"*

[gamblersdoll]

𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑!

an incubus!keigo takami appears at your house , and finds you.. intriguing?

incubus! hawks, flirting, fingering, oral , maybe a part two?

you needed some dick in your life, like, it was sad. you never really put yourself out there, not even going to a party in your spare time.

you were just stuck working at some little nine to five job, which wasnt a problem— but it was the people that worked there. other than that, the pay and job were decent. you just sometimes you had someone to come home to, y’know?

all of that immediately goes away when your keys jingle to figure which one goes into the apartment you owned, your feet screaming in happiness’s that you can finally get off of them. your stomach rumbled, finally being able to get food with its department.

you kick the door behind you shut, the apartment was a little bit more colder than usual.. but its not like it matter too much, you liked it that way, otherwise you think bugs are crawling on you when its too hot. you find your way to your bed , you don’t necessarily remember making up your bed. all you do remember is that you were five minutes behind and your boss was going to kill you— which he didnt.

you didnt care enough to think about it, but it was cold. you sigh, your feet subconsciously trying to find all the cold spots in the bed and a satisfied sigh escapes your lips. the room starts to get a little bit colder, not to where you were shivering.. at least, not yet.

“long day, huh?”

you snap your eyes open, jumping back and grabbing the butcher knife underneath the furthest pillow and aiming it at the man. he chuckles, it being echoed throughout the room. he puts a hand up, feigning peace and not harm.

“im not here to hurt ya, girly—“

“how the fuck did you get in?” you ask sharp as the knife, heart racing and adrenaline rushing through your veins.

“oh, youre a feisty one, arent’cha?” he chuckles again, standing from his crouch and the his wings twitch. “well, i didn’t necessarily break in..”

you aim the knife at him still. “so how did you get in, and whats your name?” you growl, still backing yourself into the corner of the bed. “because no one let you in, thats for sure.”

“welll..” he rubs his chin, “would you believe if i was sent here for you?” he asks, a lazy smirk on his face.

you blink once, twice, three times, and you throw the knife at him— just for the dirty blond to vanish in thin air and across the other side of the room. the knife lodged itself into the wall, now your going to have to pay more for damages.

“that wasnt nice, sweetpea.” he chuckles, looking at the knife and whistles. “youve got a nice throwing arm, ill say.”

“i also have a mean ass right hook— who the fuck are you?” you snap to him, only getting another chuckle and it irritates you.

“and why would i tell you that when you haven’t earned that right?” he coos, standing to the edge of the bed and folds his arms. “gonna have to earn that.”

“well then, what are you? because you damn sure ain’t human.” you point at him, pulling the knife from the wall and fingers glide over the hole. fuck, how are you going to fix this?

“i can be whatever you want me to be,” he says, getting a little closer.

“anything i want you to be?” you deadpan, like you heard he claps with shit in his hands. you raise an eyebrow, heart racing still.

“anything you want,” he repeats, starting again. “i can be.. your boss,” he says, a snap of his fingers, he looks exactly like your boss from work, a terrible thought that he was in your room. “i can be yer’ stepdaddy..” he chuckles, a snap of your fingers, a man you’ve probably never seen before. “but you dont have one, do you? thats fine.” he chuckles, a snap of his fingers once again, back to the dirty blonde and a stubble. “just depends on the kind of nasty you are.”

“are you some kind of shape shifting demon?” you ask, and you watch him get close enough to loom over you.

“i mean.. youre not far off from it.” he shrugs, a hand snaking to your hip and you watch his hand. “alot of incubus’s can shape shift.”

“an incubus.. huh?” you pull yourself away, and you take a couple steps back. “and.. you were sent here,” you point to yourself. “for me?”

“i sure was.” he confirms, a licks of his lips. “you havent been with someone in a long time, havent you?” he asks, raising his eyebrow.

“well, you should know the answer to that. since you just said i dont have a step dad for you to act as.” you snark back at him, shielding yourself from him.

he scoffs into a chuckle. “youre funny, kid.” he says, looking to you and he knows you feel it..

arousal, anxiety, tension in your body from him just talking to you. but he cant tell if thats his doing, or if thats your doing.

“so..” you start, trailing off and you lid your eyes, a lazy smirk on yours just enough to match his own. “what happens now? you take me and then i perish?”

“thats.. not how that works, but okay,” he blows air from his mouth, shocked and a little offended that you think thats how it works with incubi and succubi. “you get to decide what i do with you, and then ill do it—“

“and then i die?—“

“—shut your mouth, let me explain.” he says, a little annoyed but he can make it work. he sighs, a hand on your shoulder from the back- how he got there without you knowing was beyond you. “you wont die, nothing else happens, other than me leaving.”

you move back to the bed, knees to your chest and you can feel his eyes on your body. “doesnt it matter if you fuck someone and then come inside them?”

he raises an eyebrow, as if you asked if he was a liar.

“like.. if a sex demon fucks a human and comes inside them, what happens after that?”

“essentially, nothing.” he says, arms folded and hes trying to get close again. “if me, as a incubus decided to come inside of you..” he points his finger into your forehead and gets close to your ear. “it just means we become mates bounded.” he whispered, a hand getting hair from your face.

“hm.” you say, moving your head to the side and you look at him. “if youre sent here for me, then do as you wish.”

he pauses, a scoff and then a shake of his head. “thats not how that works, hon.” he reminds, a hand on your thigh and it slowly moves up. “i only will do what you want me to do, not the other way ‘round.”

“so if i told you all i wanted were fingers inside of me, youd do it?” you ask, spreading your legs apart and he watches, a deep breath from his lips and he shivers a little.

he pulls his lip back with his teeth, a quick look to you and all he sees is you, and his fingers slip underneath your panties. “only if you want me to.” he closes his eyes, leaning in for his lips to press onto yours..

just for you to pull away and make himself look like a fool, “gotta earn that, incubus.” you giggle seductively, a soft moan coming from your throat and he looks deep into you. his fingertip flicks at your clit.

“gotta earn it, huh?” he repeats, spreading your legs wider and getting his head in between them. “lets see how sweet you are to me to see if you deserve my name.” he whispers, keeping his eyes on your face as he sticks his tongue flat, licking up your clit.

you jump a little, a moan rippling through your throat as he suckles soft on your clit, fingers plunging into your dripping wet cunt. your fingers get tangled in his hair, tugging when he flicks your pink bud just right.

he groans, his eyes rolling back just a second and then closing. his hands grip the flesh of your hips, and he mumbles. “so fuckin wet ‘nd sweet..”

his hips buck, his groin bumping the bed of yours and his head digs into your pussy. “h’ oh.. oh god..” you squeak out, eyes crossing from the overstim and pleasure. that such sensitive part of your clit and you try to close your legs, but he pushes them apart. “fuck..im gonna come.”

he groans, adding a second finger into your sloppiness. “go on ahead, kid.. come on my face.” he grunts, pressing his fingers into your cervix and then pauses, kissing your clit as you quiver in his palms. he watches your folds twitch, a sticky translucent white oozing from you. “fuck, thats sexy.”

you collect your breath, opening your eyes to look down to him, and he chuckles. “so fuckin cute when youve just came in my mouth.” he whispers, poking your forehead and it all goes black.

you flutter your eyes open, staring at your ceiling fan whirl and you lean up. what even happened last night? youre not too sure.

oh, thats right.. a sex demon ate your pussy and fingered it at the same time. and yet, you dont even know his.. its? or their name? you didnt know if they go by that. but you stand, patting for your phone.

eleven sixteen, you were off today, luckily.

you head to the bathroom, opening the door and its so damn foggy.. did the demon take a shower or something? no.. its not steam, just.. fog.

you look around, and shiver. its fucking cold in here, and you look in the mirror. theres some kind of writing, but you cant see it through the fog.

you turn the bathroom fan on, watching the fog clear up and you can finally read it legitimately.

‘call me keigo, see you soon.’

since he found you intriguing for him, he’s coming back for more.. and he knows it’s wrong, but he feels something that he hasnt in a long time for himself.

what was more to you that he didnt know?

[feelo-fick]

Headcanon: Chilchuck and his Bad Takes on Literature

i think chilchuck would be like my mom in the sense that he wouldnt like sad stories. dont get me wrong, cautionary tales? absolutely fine. they serve a purpose to him which is to tell people "dont be an idiot and do this or else something bad will happen"

generally sad or angsty stories though? no point to him, and in his perspective its really confusing how people just read things that make them sad. like whats the use of reading something if its just gonna make you sad. whats the lesson? its not even real so it doesnt help anyone.

whats the point in making yourself cry when you could just avoid that entirely by not reading it at all?

but the one of the biggest reasons why sad stories exist is to let you release all the built up grief in you. to send you something to let out all your emotions in a healthy way. catharsis. empathy.

even when i dont relate to the tragic experiences in some stories, several ones ive read have lead me to realize that im in a bad situation or that im following in the footsteps of the character suffering. its like a wake up call.

and making yourself cry isnt inherently a bad thing. if crying allows you to let go of building pressure and tension in you then thats good!

but chil wouldnt see that. of course he wouldnt, hes avoidant of most situations that would allow him to release emotion, and fearful of letting his mature (read: repressed) persona slip.

hes someone that runs away to quick comforts and distractions at the earliest sign of issue. hes already been in too many horrifying situations, dealing with another is a pain. and he knows denying everything and refusing to look at the situation doesnt help, but it definitely provides a quick and easy happiness in the comfort of ignorance.

because of this, reading something made to make one empathize with and confront these bad emotions is defeating the point of his cowering. if he faces his issues, even if only through the perspective of a story, he'd have to deal with acknowledging that things are bad and need fixing, and he'd feel terrible and guilty in the moment - which of course is the worst thing that could happen to a person (his thought, not mine).

which is why i find the concept of him being/becoming a tragedy himself at the same time as this headcanon soooo interesting. imagine the irony of him bashing on the protagonists of tragic stories for acting on emotion and impulse rather than logic, when he himself has fallen victim to irrational thinking while in grief.

cause... thats what people do when they grieve. they lash out, make bad decisions, ruin themselves, ruin others.

for a tragedy to be prevented, the protagonists would have to change fundamental parts of themselves, and act perfectly rational when under extreme stress. and chilchuck holds himself to these kinds of unrealistic standards because he unwittingly believes he can handle it all.

he cant, obviously. we see it for ourselves in his relationship with his wife. they were doomed from the beginning by chils already-established avoidance and lack of emotional vulnerabiltiy (and whatever else his wife had going on).

this is all just to say that if you told him about orpheus and eurydice, he'd probably be one of those idiots trying to point out the "plot hole" that he couldve "just not looked back" and "just trusted her"

i dont understand. whats the point in reading tragedies? the protagonist is stupid, anyways. why would you take bitter medicine? why subject yourself to that?

i think its just a bad story.

[sporesgalaxy]

I know this is something u were probably asked before but as the guy that has a good relationship with art....how do you do that??? I mean I get that this question is vague but how do you not care if it looks bad? Do you just?? Keep on going till it looks like you want it to look? Despite the agonies? You seem like you enjoy talking abt this thats why im asking, dont feel the need to answer if u dont wanna

hmmmm. You know, I don't think about the agonies much these days. But it's not that I don't care. I guess I've become a freak who sees beauty in the agonies, sorta? It's kind of complicated! I will do my best to explain!

First of all, I know that I have the unfair advantage of having no ambition. I don't have a goal for my art besides making art when I feel like it. That makes it easy to be less judgemental-- I remember having a rockier relationship to my own art during the time when I thought I would make it my career.

This is why I like talking about my perspective, though!! I think it's important to try not to let yourself be consumed by self-criticism as an artist, even if self-criticism is necessary for you, and hopefully my carefree way of looking at things can help balance things out haha.

Anyways, ambition or not-- and I know how this sounds but bear with me-- art doesn't ever look bad.

(Barring ethically harmful art, ugh, I don't want to get into ethics so just-- surely you know what I mean!!!)

Art gets a lot less stressful if you can tell yourself that no art is bad, and remember the reasoning behind that until you really believe it. It isn't a fast process, but it's very worth the work.

The truth is that art either looks how you want it to look, or it looks different from the way you want it to look, but both are ultimately neutral. You CAN make art that looks different from what you wanted, that you still feel pleased with.

When art looks different from how you wanted, the gut reaction you have is often to call it bad or get frustrated. And of course it's frustrating! Maybe you feel it's not as effective at communicating something as you'd hoped, or you feel it's not as visually impactful as you imagined...but it's important to remember those things are only your perception. Not an objective fact. And art is a two-way street! A communication between creator and observer! And communication is really weird and complicated.

•••

Other people's perception of your work won't ever be exactly the same as yours. Sometimes this is desireable and sometimes it isn't! Maybe your art will communicate the thing better to someone than anything they've ever seen-- even if a more effective version could theoretically exist, the "imperfect" version that actually exists and communicates is all that matters to the observer. Or, maybe a feature that turned out exactly how you wanted it to will fly completely over an observer's head, and not have the effect you wanted at all. A lot of the time, you'll never even know.

An artist can NEVER fully control an observer's perspective, so at a certain point you have to live with what you have. You already do this, to some degree, if you have ever EVER decided to stop working on a piece of art and share it. You can always keep adding to something. You can always keep editing. But sometimes, you stop. And perfection doesn't exist, so when you stop it must be because the art is good enough for now. And nothing about "good enough" is objective!

And is that really so bad? Surely people who grow fruit understand that a fruit which is smaller than they imagined can still feed somebody-- that at the very least it will feed bugs and microorganisms and be useful as fertilizer to grow more apples. Your art still means something, still accomplishes something, is still worth making whether it turns out how you imagined or not.

A lot of art is learning when to quit and move on. As a habitual perfectionist, this was something I had to learn early, to stop myself from erasing holes into every piece of paper I drew on.

There's this rule I was taught in middle school drama class: if you fuck up, act like you didn't fuck up. The audience doesn't have your script memorized, so odds are they won't have any idea you fucked up unless you tell them. Other art works the same way. No one knows what you wanted to make but you. And more importantly, a "perfect" version of your art doesn't exist (no "perfect" version of anyone's art exists, or ever will).

The version you made exists, so you have to find what's worth loving about that version. You have found what's worth loving in the imperfect art of others many times. Many observers will treat your art the same way you treat others' art. Why not treat your own art that way, too?

It sounds really REALLY corny, but I try not to think of this as embracing "mistakes." I think of it as celebrating coincidences.

I really really like coincidences. I like that every circumstance wasn't guaranteed to happen, that everything comes down to chance. I think all the little random things are beautiful because they turned out however they did, and not any of the millions of other ways things might have turned out. It's a coincidence that my genes expressed the way they did. It's a coincidence that my parents met in college. It's a coincidence that my oldest friend and I both got to middle school early every day, and stayed close even when we didn't share any classes.

Art is full of coincidences! I try to draw a straight line. The line does not turn out straight, because of the way my hand is shaped and the way my muscles contracted, because my body is not exactly like anyone else's in the world. No one else would have drawn that slightly not-straight line just exactly how I did. It's mine, and it's crookedness is what makes my art mine. Okay, maybe it's a little too crooked for what I want this time-- I'll erase it and draw a new crooked line at a bit of a different angle. There we go, I like that! Now it's my beautiful, irreplaceable crooked line! And the ghost of its predecessor guides the eye just so, and no one else's two crooked lines would guide your eye the same way, only mine! Isn't that nice on its own? Just to have made something that can't ever be replicated? To have made something no one else has ever made before?

You can also apply this in a bit less dreamy and more practical ways, I promise haha.

For example...I've never been a canvas flipper, as a digital character artist. I don't mirror my canvases to see if they still look preportional to me from either direction. I also don't usually draw visual novel character sprites that need to look good mirrored in either direction to serve their function, so it's never been a practical concern of mine.

I consider many kinds of distortion on a character I've drawn to be a good part of the visual flow of the image. Like a smear frame in animation, distoriton in the right places can make character art look dynamic and energized because it can lead the eye through a certain visual flow over the form of the character. If I were to flip the canvas, that eye-leading effect might hit differently because my American eye is used to reading from left to right-- perhaps it doesn't feel as "smooth" going in the opposite direction. This doesn't mean I need to change the distortion necessarily, it just means I prefer not to flip the canvas.

Often, these distortions aren't intentional. They're a coincidence of how my muscles move as I draw, and the areas my left-to-right American eyeballs instinctively pay more attention to. But the effect is still desireable to me. So, happy coincidence!

I think...that's the best I've got for now? Feel free to ask for clarification. I hope it's not total nonsense!

[arthurtaylorlester]

RETURN OF THE KING: MALEVOLENT LIVEBLOG EPISODE 37 THE FARM

spoilers (you already know)

back at it with some humming!

JOHN MY BELOVED !!!! youre so bitchy i love him

HES SO PETTY HELP

harpers hill mention omg (harpers hill hijinks coming soon)

“MY BOOK HMPH 😤” girl 😭😭

“i didnt realise” yes because you cant see and john is like really really dumb

it kills me that john is bitching about oscar not finding anything but like what information have you contributed in the last 3 episodes

ive missed bullying john

malevolent is a comedy and i will stand by that

mmm rain sounds

HYPNOS GREEK GOD MENTION ‼️

“can you imagine hahah” yes i can it was the best arc of the show send tweet

well you havent seen his face

whys john being so quiet all of a sudden?

OH WHAT THEFUCK I SAW RHIS COMING

“i suppose ill just watch again” SOMEONE IS A JEALOUS GIRL

arthur ignoring john….. the girls are going to DIVORCE

“not you sorry ^_^” and then he goes back to ignoring john?? girl

oh wait that was very sweet

WHAT THE FUCK I JUST TOOK ABDHDNFN

sorry arthur speaking to john like that just destroyed me

I TRUST YOU AND YOUR MY FRIEND??? IM NOT TRYING TO IGNORE YOU?? THEYRE COMMUNICATING A

“its not because i dont care 💛” “…yes?” oscar this isnt about you

poor guy though he must be so confused

arthurs tone changes so much when he speaks to john

someone get john a pair of glasses either that or he was too busy daydreaming to see the turnoff

oh of course john would want to split off because he hasnt ever seen a horror movie arthur if you die then it’s your fault for not showing him the movie 🙄

“we might have to sleep in the car” okayyyy

oh so now john wants to give him info because he deserves to know

aaaand now he doesnt want to tell him. we love a hypocritical king !!!

return of the canadian sourry

you dont need to sound so smug that he looks hurt john 😭😭

okay oscar love the existential crisis while reading very relatable

is he gonna say arthur is his purpose

oh for fucks sake

NOT THE SOFT “oscar”

ok oscar is def into arthur and arthur saying “i don’t believe in god” is like rejection. this is how unrequited blindfaith can still win.

also god believes in you? well john and kayne sure seem to believe in him for what its worth

oscar nooo dont devote yourself to arthur that never ends well

john i dont care about oscar either but you have got to stop laying it on so think jfc

john the undefeated more like john the opportunist

“woAH” same john same

oooh so john can see auras now basically?

what monster are we gonna find in the barn 👀

oh that sounds fun actually though /j

AWW I KNEW HE WAS GONNA ASK IF HE WAS OK

ok i love how prominent the dreamlands are this episode i was just thinking about how good it was

john just wants his alone time with arthur because he cant answer his questions

“i need another set of eyes” thats like the one thing john can do it must be kinda sad to like, not be able to fully do the one thing you used to be great at

“ *gasp* a forgotten one :0” john dont act like you know what that means

hey is john a forgotten one then. is he. is he though.

can everyone except arthur feel the weirdness of places

NOT THE MUSIC BOX MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND HARLAN WHEN ARE YOU GIVING US AN OST PLEASE IM BEGGIN YOU

ITS MIDNIGHT DONT GO IN THE FUCKING BASEMENT ITS RAINING YOURE BEING CHASED BY AN EDLRITCH THING

john its ok if you didnt see it you dont need to justify yourself ❤️‍🩹

john sounds almost scared to go in the basement lol

the stairs are gonna give out at a later date im calling it

what could possibly happen in the last 15 minutes

a door ajar omg is that a wtnv reference

did arthur almost die by getting crushed by a bunch of furniture

oh a barricade i know what this is about

oh happy halloween btw guys

OSCAR JUMPSCARE

my honest reaction too john

what… what did you just sink into….

oh hole in roof, cool

arthur pay attention oscar hes gonna set hjmself on fire on accident

the jarthur was too busy analysing the painting to pay attention to oscar

OH GODDAMIT ARTHRJ WHAT THE FUCK JOHN WHAT THE DAGGER? THE ONE HE SLIT HIS THROAT WITH

oh he wants to cut it off ok

jfc 7 minutes oh no

I CALLED THE STAIRS CAVING IN

GUYS HE WAS READING THE BOOK OFC HE KNOWS

question: how strong is arthur physically

“A TOWEL!” “A TOWEL?” as i said a comedy

WE GOT A “WELL DONE ORTHUR” LETS GO

you know its weird that i can handle this fine but couldnt deal with the michael torture in the woe.begone finale

NO ARTHUR ITS NOT OK

HES ISNT GOING TO MAKE IT

oh ok hes fine sort of ok

the music goes so hard again

that arthur was so scared

ok the arms alive run

or get john to arm wrestle it idk

“what thE fUCK WHAT THE FUCK” my daily vocabulary

and oscar was right :)

RUN YOU IDIOTS

arthur you could at least carry him instead of dragging him that poor poor man

i find it amusing that this mostly happened because of jarthur studying a painting and ignoring the man currently in possession of their braincells

indeed what do we do now

and thats a wrap! oh boy what an episode i have THOUGTHTS (oscar is not surviving this)

i know like maybe 2 people read this type of posts but i enjoy making and reading them back. so if youd like me to keep going with these i will :)

[uptightgirl]

What way or ways do you like to masturbate? And if you’re comfortable explaining why you’re scared to penetrate yourself (finger or object)?

thank you for the ask, i really liked this one! so this is how i masturbate:

1. sit or lay with my back in my bed, spread my legs and touch my clit with my right hand, usually in circles, until i cum, but i think I take so many time this way

2. also in bed, im on my knees, face resting in a pillow, and rub my clit, also with my right hand, usually in circles until I cum. i think this way is so much better because my clit doesnt get trapped between my lips, it also gets more sensitive for some reason i dont know, and the lubrification from my vagina goes directly to the clit

i like to touch myself reading some erotica about female orgasm denial or something, i like to imagine that situation, to feel what they are feeling, but I usually cum while they are being denied, i cant control, its bigger than me

if you have more questions about my masturbation, dont be shy, you can ask anything!

about penetration, i dont know why exactly :( growing up in a christian house, going to those young christian meetings the church forces us to go for catechesis and listen to them talking about how bad masturbation is, etc, probably have some influence, but many people from the same background can do these things without shame, so idk.

i think the main reason is because I never wanted to be on trouble, so i never did things that maybe i could regret. i remember, when i was under 18, to be very afraid of braking the hymen just for riding an exercise bike or siting at some low wall, because a hypothetical doctor would see it and dont believe that I was a virgin.

but now im 20 years old and I want to know how it is inside of me, if I like the sensation, if it feels good or bad, but I just cant! i know there is a hole somewhere, but maybe its too small? sometimes i like to imagine that there is a dick or a dildo inside of me, in and out in my pussy, and it helps me to cum faster. i think i have the potential to cum only with penetration, I just cant penetrate!

lately ive been thinking about those pussy dilators, but I dont have a place to hide at this moment, so it will keep in my imagination

maybe it is just fear of the unknown, also i need to try to finger myself more often. i think would be easier if i had a partner, but I dont have any, so I need to find something else to motivate me. if you have any suggestion, any tip, anything that could help, I will be very happy to read!

[beesmygod]

Referring to your additional last post where I believe you are saying that exhausting yourself with tricky social media is not worth the effort as you will be in the same spot you "began" - I would like to know if you feel satisfied with the balance of your output and the response. I always told myself that if I ever make anything that supposedly would interest some people I have yet to meet that I would be satisfied and would be able to do it for just the joy of friends. But I have befallen ill to the call of clout, the lack of numbers having deemed my art worthless and I know many artists quit due to it. I have friends/associates who keep their heads up until in a bad moment they break and lament that they are not where others (popular artists with big clout and opportunity) are. Did you manage to free yourself from that? Or are you supressing it and turn out stronger than most? Because from the looks of everything you are exceptionally strong. I hope your relationship with your art and comic will be met with the same strength. (Apologies for going on Anon - I do not know how to communicate with people nowadays)

no need to apologize for any of this, ever. honestly, it's a difficult to breach subject and a prods at raw nerve that every artist has to tend to at LEAST once at some point. and i think you would have to be superhuman not to feel this complex mixture of contradictory emotions and grapple with it frequently. you want to be seen and heard because that's what art is. why deny the truth: artists crave a sympathetic audience!

remember that you're a human person. you're complex and contradictory by nature; you contain multitudes. you can want multiple things at the same time. it's not a crime to yearn or to express frustration with feeling invisible or underappreciated. i just did this for a week straight lol. i think part of an artistic career is having to face some of this head-on and interrogate yourself. feel the bad feelings. get rejected over and over. it is a career comprised of constant rejection for nearly everyone. and it's extremely hard to put on a happy face and jump back in day after day.

and look, sometimes you lose the battle with yourself for your soul. give yourself the grace when you realize you have. try and learn from it. or don't. it dont mattah. none a dis mattahs

when it comes to numbers, you have to ask yourself: what number will make you happy? when will it be enough to satisfy you? this sounds really confrontational lol but imagine im asking these like "where do you see yourself in the next 10 years?". it's worth interrogating. you do not want to fall into the pit of trying to fill a hole with numbers.

i am absolutely not free of it. not even close. i am shocked to hear that i appear strong given how i feel and behave on any given day. its just a combination of avoidance, suppression, and keeping expectations low. the mantra is: you cannot be rejected if you don't apply, emotional outbursts are like blood in the water to people who dislike you, and expect to be ignored; if you aren't then it's a pleasant surprise.

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

good morning, you box says request are open but if they are not you can ignore . . .

Noé x afab reader who comes from a noble family like the De Sade's but isnt noble-like at all. They just kinda do their own thing. They dress more androgynously and are loud mouthed and sarcastic and aren't ladylike and because of that, they dont get courted very often and get really flustered when Noé courts them.

Hello! Good day, afternoon or morning!

Thank you for requesting!

Please let me know what you think. 

Tsuki's note: I wrote in HC format, hope that's ok?

I also took liberty to do some additions, hopefully that's ok.

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• You were born in one of the most noble vampire families.

• The only female child to be born, all of your family members around your age were all boys. 

• That doesn't mean you weren't close! On the contrary.

• You were always together, playing around the mud, playing wrestling and climbing trees and other high places.

• Those activities were frowned upon when you tried them - you were the little princess, you shouldn't get dirty or hurt or crawl around.

• But you always managed to run away and play around.

• To be more comfortable you took out your cute dresses and wore pants or shorts with a dirty and ripped shirt.

• You met Noé when you were kids.

• You were running around a castle during a party and bumped into him.

• Domi came forward to complain about you running around, but you just shrugged it off and asked if she wanted to climb the tree too.

• Thus you, Noé and Domi were climbing a tree with your cousins.

• You grew up to be a beautiful young lady that despised wearing dresses and skirts.

• You were always seen with shorts or pants, suspenders and a blouse.

• You had your hair short, never passing ear length.

• Many tried to woo you - both because you were gorgeous and because of your status.

• But you always rolled your eyes to them, be it men or women, doesn't matter.

• You always had a stock of sarcastic comments for them.

• Some family members asked if you would be the cat aunt - never marry anyone - it annoyed you a lot.

• Whenever you were upset by those comments, your white haired childhood friend always seemed to have the right words to cheer you up.

• He would say how lovely and gentle you were.

• How he loved your adventurous side and how you stand up for yourself.

• How you would find someone that loved you very much.

• And everytime he said such sweet words you blushed.

• You blushed and sent a snarky comment his way, something like " I could almost believe it if you didn't always had something good to say".

• To your surprise he would always comment how your snarky self had charm too - " see? Even that dry attitude is quite lovely!"

• You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but you had a smile on your face.

• You felt so stupid and small whenever Noé said something sweet and kind to you.

• At moments like those you wished he would scoop you up and take you away.

• That wish made you want to dig up a hole and hide there indefinitely.

• You wondered why he kept babling like that whenever you were put down.

• Little did you know that Noé noticed how happy you got whenever he talked to you.  

• He knew that under that husk of sarcasm you had feelings too.

• What he didn't know was that those feelings were pointed towards himself.

• You were told by you cousins to just be honest to your feelings, but you could never bring yourself to say it.

• To say how much you adored being pampered by him and to have his hand holding yours.

• To say how much you hoped he would twirl you around during a party.

• How you wanted to keep him safe from people, people he did not noticed that wanted to hurt him.

• He was that much of a good soul.

• Always looking for the good in people, including you.

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Thanks for reading! I feel like this is short and very ooc.

I am sorry. I hope this could at least help a bit?

[nrdmssgs]

Golden days of winter

Masterlist

Hurt/Comfort/Fluff

Summary: Christine 'Riot' Vega (belongs to @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot) has a little vacation and Nikolai and Olga 'Zhar' Samoilova show her St. Petersburg.

TW: Description of a panic attack.

AN: This may be out of character for Riot, but I really wanted to talk about the fear of loss and old wounds, that will never heal completely. Christine is not a crybaby - she is just facing one of her worst pains. And it's a songfic. Meeting @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot is one of the best things happened to me this year and I wanted to express my gratitude for her. I dont know, how much it hurts, but Im always here for you, when it does.

When Nikolai asked Riot, when would she like to see his hometown – she didn’t hesitate for a minute.

“January! The very start of it, please!”

Christine was ready for Nik to deny such a wish, since it was one of the coldest, harshest times to visit St. Petersburg. But he just smiled mysteriously and typed in something in his smartphone. A few months later, one evening, when Riot returned to her room on the base, she found a fresh bouquet and an envelope on her desk.

“Crazy man,” she murmured under breath, pulling a ticket from an envelope with a small sun scribbled on it.

***

So now here she is, dragging Nikolai towards yet another sculpture in the next hall of the Hermitage museum.

"Nik, look! It's Diane, the Goddess of the hunt! Oh, I was her biggest fan back when I was still a kid!" Her breath is uneven from constant chatting, laughing and pulling quite a big guy after her, but Christine doesn't care. She is thriving on every moment here.

"And look at you now - you could take that lady down in any challenge." Nikolai rests his chin on the top of her head, hoping to slow her down, but it's useless - Riot already has top ten her favorite facts about Diane ready.

He naively believed, he has to be Christine's guide here, but that was before she crossed a threshold of the first hall. A few hours in, this little ray of sunshine was still full of energy and didn't want to stop even for a brief pause.

"Gonna have to explain my sudden death to Olga and Price yourself, little one. Do you ever get tired? " Grumbled Nik on their way to the next sculpture.

"C'mon, old bones, one more hall and you're getting a beer. My treat!" She chuckles, watching as Nikolai forgets about his sudden weariness.

***

Start of the year is a bad time. The dark one, the too loud and incense one. The time to clutch her teeth and just endure through.

But not when Nikolai's around.

Because with him, Christine can let herself be small again. Jump around him and start snowball fights, laugh so load, as if they are alone on the street, or get tired in the middle of a huge square and be sure, he'd gladly lift her up and carry around. It was a tad strange feeling, but a good one - go back to her childhood in this strange place.

This is a strange-strange place. It snows almost always, but snowflakes do not descend to the ground separately from each other - instead, large but weightless lumps of snow fall on her shoulders and rest on her eyelashes. When locals demonstrate their hospitality – they try to shake her hand, not switching from familiar to them death stares even for a second. She knew that people here are not very accustomed to constant smiling, but the expressions she saw here so far reminded her of times when Simon had to calm Johnny down by force.

This place smells of cold fur, fancy fragrances, and old rusted exhaust pipes. It tastes like a bitter liquor, you snitched from your grannies drawer. It sounds like homeless dogs’ bark and intricate piano symphonies. It is so otherworldly.

There's a huge hole, sucking in all the joy, waiting for Christine in every January. It's a hungry animal with myriads of dirty fangs and claws, it sleeps somewhere deep behind her reflection, caught at a bathroom mirror in the middle of the night. It waits to remind her of something, she never forgot.

But Nikolai is always there to help her fight this creature. As soon as he sees a shadow of sorrow in her eyes - he puts his glass of beer back on the bar counter and opens his arms, already knowing, how good his embrace scares the creature off.

"Talk to me, little one. Let's remember some good stuff, that you're thankful for, yes? Something from the last year." Nik murmurs softly, as Riot presses her face further against his chest.

The first thought she gets sounds awkward, but she is so desperate to draw her own attention away from bitter memories, that her mouth vocalizes it almost automatically.

"That Slaughter to prevail T, you got me, was nice. I'm thankful for that."

"Solnyshko*, I’m flattered, that my gift is a more highlight, than all your operations with Price and meeting Si-" Nikolai is being cut off by a friendly but firm poke. He immediately shuts his mouth and listens to Riots further memories, patting her back softly.

"... and of course, i'm thankful for you being back with us after the capture and all. Now your turn!" Christine pull away and sit back on her chair.

Nikolai speaks about the things, he is thankful for so casually, as if he is retelling his shopping list. He draws a little invisible line with his finger on Riots hand every time, he 'checks out' another point. He remembers everything: from meeting Riot, to helping 141 with every single 'incident' they had this year. The list goes on and on, until it ends with an unsettling "and the last thing, I'm thankful for is that my love is still around."

Christine's mouth falls open under the mask. Somehow, the beast, they two were trying to banish is now so close, she almost feels its breath in her hair.

"You had a fight? You let Olga, my Olga, down?... W-why?" Normally Riot is much calmer about her friends having their ups and downs with their beloved ones. Life happens, and she knows, that a good couple is not the one, that never fights, but the one, where the two are always willing to talk things through even after a fight.

But when it comes to Nikolai and Olga - it hits harder. Christine can't even explain this, but she needs these two to be together. They are like a pier to her, a solid cutwater, that withstands everything. And them not being happy with each other would mean, that something is very wrong with this world.

"No-no-no, solnyshko, no fights between us, never. We are too old to waste our time on that." Nikolai smiles innocently, as if they were speaking about some funny incident. "Its hard to explain, you see-"

"Ty snegurochka?*" A thin childish voice and a small hand that tentatively touched Christine’s sleeve made her shudder. She looked back and met bright blue eyes, looking at her with the same admiration with which she ran through the halls of the museum just an hour ago. A boy, not older, than seven. Dark hair, sticking out in a different direction from under the hat, a little face full of ave.

Riot was absolutely lost and didn't even understand, what the boy asked her about, but Nikolai was there to help her.

"Da, nastoyashaya snegurochka. Ty uzhe podarok poluchil?*" He started talking to a boy, smiling widely. The child nodded and looked back on Christine with a pure exitement.

"Vot teper` nado khorosho sebya vesti ves` god, chtobu snegurochka peredala tebe podarok na sleduyshiy Noviy God. Poidem iskat` roditelei, otdadim im obratno khoroshego mal`chika." Nikolai stood up, took boys hand in his and walked with him further in to the reastaurant, looking for childs parents.

Riot knew Russian to some extent, but when it was spoken that fast - she could understand only the topic of conversation and not the fine details. So when Nik came back alone and congratulated Christine with becoming a Snow maiden in boys eyes - she still was confused.

"A what maiden?"

"The "Snegurochka". Here we tell children stories about a beautiful young girl made of snow or ice. Her origins vary across different versions of the story, but generally, she is believed to be the daughter of Winter and a spirit of winter and frost. She's often depicted as beautiful as you. A-a-a-and you've got wet eyes once again..." Nikolai helped Riot into her jacket and started wrapping a scarf around her. He insisted on doing it every time, they were heading out, because according to him, Nik knew better, how to keep a little thing like her all warm and cozy even in Russian winter.

"Why are you having such sweet kids here?" Christine was sniffing, but did her best to not start crying.

"You should have seen me, when I was that small. Oh no, wait, you shouldnt - I was a little demon." Nikolai opens the door and takes her back to the cold streets.

***

They are back in their apartments only in the evening. Nikolai proceeds to tear Zhar off her work laptop and Christine goes to her place next door to warm up in a hot shower and write Simon, how her day went.

They have two apartments on the last floor of an old building rented. Riot can see Nikolais apartment from a window in her kitchen. She doesn't even try to peek on what is going there, but sometimes, especially in the evening, she catches a glance at their happy and cozy life. One of them is usually still working, when the other is slowly drifting to sleep on a couch. These simple scenes warm Riots heart.

But when shes back from the shower to her kitchen to warm up some cocoa, something is different - Olga is sitting on the windowsill and enthusiastically looking at something on the screen of her laptop, while Nikolai is nowhere to be seen. She notices Christine and calls her with a gesture to their apartments.

Riot smiles, but something makes her feel uneasy. Maybe it's that unfinished conversation with Nik, maybe the goddamned creature awakens once more. In any case, she quickly dresses and within a few minutes knocks on the next door.

"Hey, you want to blow shit up?" Not the most common greeting, Christine ever heard, and one of the last things, she awaits to hear from Olga.

"Always!" Riot grins wide and hugs Zhar. "What and when?"

"Enemy warehouses." Olga touches the keyboard and the laptop monitor comes to life, showing a broadcast of aerial footage taken from a drone. "Now."

Riot comes closer and her eyes widen.

"Wait a min- Thats not a simple combat drone..." She never forgets, that Nik and Zhar have a whole private army, but still such a warbird makes quite an impression.

"My man spoils me, I know." Olga lands on a couch and pulls Christine down, so that she almost falls on her. "But what's the fun of playing with these toys alone?"

Riot listens to the details of the operation Olga is commanding. The two of them have to wait for the signal from the Chimera men and launch the warhead, waiting for its moment on the drone. 'Easy endorphins', as Zhar says.

When the right moment comes - Olga pushes the laptop towards Christine, letting her hit the final command button. Riot smiles so wide, as if she's five again and it's her birthday. She pushes the button and mutters 'ka freakin boom, baby'. The warehouse blows beautifully - as if Christine planted an enormous flower of fire and smoke and now it blooms widely.

"You're a menace, Christine 'Riot' Vega." Olga plants a small kiss on the top of Riots head and lifts from the couch.

"And you guys love me for that," throws Christine, still watching the aftermath of an explosion.

Zhar makes a few calls and throws her winter coat on.

"Ok, love, I'm going to the café across the street to grab a coffee, you'd fancy one too?"

Riot nods and turns back when Olga is already on threshold, leaving the flat. She notices, that her friend, unlike her, is barely clothed for such a cold weather. But when Christine calls Olga - it's too late, and she is left alone.

Riot closes the laptop and puts it away. Suddenly her friends' apartment feels too big, too cold and empty. She looks around, stands and walks to the door to their bedroom. She already knows, Nik is not there, but she knocks nevertheless. Nobody responds and a light shiver runs down Riots spine. Suddenly her head feels flooded with unsettling questions. Like 'where is Nikolai?', or 'why is Olga leading this operation alone?'. And then another question pops up.

What did happen between them? What is so complicated, even Nikolai, can't find the right words to describe it?.

Christine pats a sweater left on a chair - its Nikolais, she recognizes it. But the overwhelming feeling of loneliness and fear only grows stronger with every next second - no matter how hard Christine tries to switch her attention to anything else.

"Come on, it's nothing. Everything is fine, Olgas going to be back soon." Riot hisses to herself, while her hand automatically grabs onto Niks sweater.

The world around starts turning, then blinks and goes to black. A deafening noise mixed with the pounding of her own heart hits her ears. She loses count of minutes, gets lost in space and barely breathes, trembling like a leaf on a wind.

It all ends as abruptly as it started. The first thing, Christine sees are giant snowflakes descending on her. Then she notices Olgas face right before her. At last, she looks down and sees Nikolais sweater, that she clings to with all her strength.

"Christine, love, look at me! Look at me, my little one! It's ok, everything's ok, you're safe." Its strange to hear Zhar calling her little one. Riot looks around and finally understands, that they are standing in their court: it snows and it is dark, they are alone, two steaming paper cups stand next to them. Olga covered Riots shoulders with her winter coat and massages her cheeks to help the blood flow.

"I... You left so fast, and I was scared, you get cold, and Nikolai was nowhere. I-I.." Christine feels her cheeks turning warm with tears.

"I lost someone very dear once. The most dear! I lost them in January. I-I cant lose you too, please! Please, Olya!" She doesn't even care anymore, if that is oversharing. Her beast, her hungry nightmare, is hard on her heels and she will anything to fight it away - even if it means showing her vulnerability to her. So she goes on, forgetting the cold and the tears, rolling down her face.

"I need you both. You and Nikolai. Together. Please! Never leave him! Please! If he ever does something stupid - punch him or come to me and I will punch him. Just don't part ways! I need you both! I can't lose you!"

Zhars face is growing from worried to understanding. She listens intensely and nods slowly.

"Love, I am staying with this man for as long as he would have me. And I'm with you forever. I promise, you won't lose us. Ever. We will follow your steps." Riot keeps sniffing, but catches every word, leaving her friend's lips.

Zhar hugs her and starts rocking them both back and forth slowly, humming some melody, Christine never heard. And as she does that - the beast slowly leaves Riot alone, no shame or regret litter her heart. All the sad things are getting covered with a snow, which doesn't feel so cold anymore.

Solnyshko (here and further Russian) - Sunshine

Ty snegurochka? - Are you a snow maiden?

Da, nastoyashaya snegurochka. Ty uzhe podarok poluchil? - Yes, its the snow maiden. Have you got your New Years gift already?

Vot teper` nado khorosho sebya vesti ves` god, chtobu snegurochka peredala tebe podarok na sleduyshiy Noviy God. Poidem iskat` roditelei, otdadim im obratno khoroshego mal`chika. - Now you have to behave, so that snow maiden brings you a gift on the next New Years Eve. Lets go find your parents and give them back their good boy.

[friendlymathematician]

Genuine question: How do you overcome the feeling/idea that you're inherently bad at STEM because you're a woman?

OK so i grew up with an older brother (older by 1 year) and my mom always pushed him to do better at maths & physics especially because he showed interest in computer science, when it came to me she'd always say "oh dont bother with that, your brother is better at that stuff" " that stuff is too hard just pick something easy"... even though i got better grades than him, and she always encouraged him to perform better in school because she 100% believed he could amount to smth great, whereas she'd just say "well this is just what you're capable of" whnever i got a bad grade. She literally would say "you just don't have the brains for it"

I don't resent my brother, he always pushed me to do better and get better grades, he encouraged me to pick the hardest like "field" during high school. My dad would always nurture my love of physics and science in general, and he would say "i dont want you to be limited, just work hard".

But the way my mom treated me still affected me i think, sometimes i find myself still genuinely believing men are better than me just because theyre men.

I figured you could give some advice since youre in STEM yourself ?

oh, this is difficult. i have similar stories, although a different family dynamic. in my case, i was told (by my mother) that i was only good at things because i worked hard, while my brother was simply naturally good at them. now, you could argue this is a good thing (growth mindset and so on), but there are two issues that arise. first, most stem fields have some level of a genius cult. being effortlessly good at them is what you're supposed to do, while working hard is not enough unless you have the genius too. this is especially pronounced in maths/physics/computer science. second, the "you're only good at it because you work hard" hits very different when you're not actually working hard.

i think it can be partly ameliorated by surrounding yourself with women (take classes with female instructors, look for active "women in x" groups and activities, make an effort to be friends with other women who also like stem). another thing that helps is to be able to point at actual accomplishments when the doubt creeps in. these can be either from your education (yes, you did do really well in that analysis class) or informal accomplishments (from working with your field as a hobby).

i do think a lot of the advantage males have in stem classes is that they're encouraged to obtain these informal accomplishments already as teenagers, which both give them some knowledge and experience you can't get from formal instruction and give them personal "wins" to point to when things get difficult. so pick up amateur radio, or try your hand at building an app, or solve project euler problems, or see how many different kinds of frog species you can find. there's this pop-psych idea that you build confidence in the abstract and then accomplishments follow, but i'm entirely convinced it's the other way around. confidence comes from doing things. spending 20 hours trying to figure out how to set up a pi-hole in your apartment (even if 18 of those hours are spent doing it wrong) builds a lot more confidence in your abilities with computers than spending 20 hours trying to convince yourself that you're just as capable as a man.

anyone else want to chime in with tips for anon?

[bwobgames]

Previous First

"... I have made a decision"

"Yeah?"

"You asked me before, remember? Of what I think about the law?"

"Yeah? You said something about fairness"

"I did.

Ángel you are not being fair, to me or yourself.

This place could keep us aging forever, yes.

But we won't be alive"

"Uh, you're using synonyms"

"I'm not

You know why Coli died?"

"Because we pushed him out the window?"

"Well, I pushed him out the window, not us..."

"He was already dead

He was so blinded by the fear of running out of time that he didn't realize all of what he had accomplished during that time. Never taking a second to enjoy it"

"He lived in fear of the clock"

"And now, look at us, look at how far we've made it! All the things we've accomplished! We've survived all these years with no supernatural help!

We are alive! We are living!"

"I understand not wanting to die. believe me, I don't want to go through it again

But what's the point of aging forever if we are trapped here, unable to enjoy everything life has for us?

I'd rather live a short and happy life than an endless stagnant one"

"I mean, C'mon, A man like you, daring and full energy, trapped in this coffin of a house? It's unfair"

"I promised that I'd save you from this place. And I will"

"I can't tell you what will happen tomorrow, or the day after or the day after"

"But I want to find out with you"

"Even if the sky breaks tomorrow, and all stars fall to the earth

If I have you by my side, then it will all be worth it"

"... Aren't you scared? Of running out of time?"

" Yeah, of course.

That's why I want to enjoy it, to use the little time we have here to be happy.

To love my family, my friends, my pet, places, food, Tv shows, everything!

That's what it is all about, Ángel. Can't you see it?"

"I want you to come home with me"

"I want to share the time I have on this earth with you

If it's with you, I can face anything"

"But what about everything that happened? Don't you want to forget it?"

"Well, I certainly don't enjoy the memory of being stabbed

But I really enjoy the memories of you"

"Even if they were bad?"

"That's just how it is, isn't it? This isn't my first time in a deeply traumatic house.

If I could go and erase all the bad memories from my mind, I would be tempted to "

"But not at this cost. This whole night, it's too valuable for me now to forget it"

"Do you understand? I'll stay by your side."

"All the dangers, the uncertainties, the rock bottoms, the bad memories

We'll live through them, hand in hand"

"And we'll be okay"

"We'll see the sunrise"

"I'm sorry for not saving you"

"It was not your fault"

"I'm sorry for not being enough"

"That's just not true"

"...Please don't die again"

"I'll do my best."

"... Do you really want this? Me of all people?"

"Of course"

"We might fight, or have issues"

"So?"

"I want to see the chickens"

"There's duckies too"

"I'd like to see them"

"C'mon, dont you wanna steal something so I can pursue you through some roofs?"

"...Hah, you're even offering crime to cheer me up"

"You can get one crime, a gift from me"

"I'll steal a national treasure"

"I don't doubt it"

They stay like that for a while

"I know I won't automatically change his mind now, and we'll probably have to go through this conversation again.

But that's okay, it's going to be a slow walk out of this hole we've been put through

But we'll get out, mangled and scarred, but out

I can't wait to show him my cat

What is that smell?"

"OH FUCK THE FIRE"

"Wha- THE FIRE!!"

"Quick! Where's the room?!"

"Ah, here here, let's go"

"Why do we keep forgetting the fire?!"

"It's the fire's fault for not being more obvious"

[selchwife]

SIGHS. i dont want to play inquisition again and im not hugely interested in restarting our lady shall weep (FAMOUS LAST WORDS) but i started thinking about revas again and retooling his backstory in my head to be more like pfeil's. It is my destiny to keep making the same oc over and over. YOU'LL HEAR IT AGAIN.

anyway my thoughts. he's orlesian now. his dad was elf thancred. elf thancred is a city elf and he was revas' mom's servant at one point and that's how revas happened. briala was not doing her cool elven spy business at that point but i think that thancred would work with her whenever she did start doing that. i dont remember anything about the dragon age timeline and im very dizzy so a lot of this is just vibes right now

anyway revas grew up with his mother and her husband. in canon half elves physically resemble humans but i tend to throw that out like a lot of the fandom does, so he had round ears but a kind of elfy vibe nobody really fucked with. i think he also had very light hair like thancred's, which his parents did not have. necessarily there is Talk. he's also still trans but honestly this is not as big of a deal. idk his deadname but his Orlesian Name (fucking lol) was tryphaniel

he was raised to be a chevalier and like, legally speaking his stepdad is on the record as his Totally Legit Biological Father, We Promise You Guys, so he can do it. he's given all this bs about how chevaliers are the awesomest fairy tale heroes and probably believes it up until he's called to participate in the (massively tasteless in canon but im not rewriting the whole goddamn setting for one daydream) hazing ritual of going into the elf part of the city and just attacking people. i think he looked at the other chevaliers and was like "what if i killed you guys instead," and now he is on the run <3

so he dyes his hair dark and changes his name to revas and decides to go like...idk wander and look for thancred and do the kind of Protecting The Downtrodden And Disadvantaged sort of heroics that he was made to believe were true. i think he would make a fun companion in the universe where inquisition was a good game. he would probably have some war table stuff you could do with thancred after wewh depending on your choice, but if you fucked over briala in any way then revas would just leave the inquisition. honestly i think given that my self inserts are very moralizing types he would have a lot of instances where it's possible for him to be like "PISS YOURSELF YOU FUCKING AUTOCRAT" and bail. barely trusts the idea of a large chantry organization to begin with but will make temporary concessions due to Massive hole in the sky and scary darkspawn guy and other such bad situation. is he still a mage? maaaaybe because i love spellswords.

anyway. my dream

[sheenashifts1217]

Hii!! I am Aurelia or just Aurie! I want to know about my relationship with Peter Parker (andrew garfield) from my marvel dr! Thank you in advance!!

Hiii! I’m a marvel shifter too, but I haven’t met Peter so this is exciting for me!!! :))))

Your Relationship with Peter Parker

Lyrics standing out:

“You could be trusted

Salt in the wound

Laughing right at me

The good times

You and I

Now we got bad blood

Mad love

Be fine

Scars from your knife

Did you think it all through

Just don’t

It’s so sad to think about the good times

You made a really deep cut

Bandaids don’t fix bullet holes

If you live like that, you live with ghosts (I’m seeing him sneaking in your room through the window?)

Blood runs bad

Look what you’ve done”

I know when you say this song, you probably got scared, but DONT. Peter has been hurt by a lot of people so he puts up walls, maybe you do too. He’s always seen you as a person out of his league. (Like maybe the “popular people” in school) He hasn’t trusted those people, but he trusts you. You both learn from each other. I feel like there was maybe a miscommunication at some point and it took a toll on you guys, but you worked through it and it made you stronger together. Maybe there was a prank played on one of you and you of him felt humiliated and like it was the others fault. You all talked it out. You remind Peter that he can’t keep his life secret forever because he is shutting himself off. You’re his rock and help him not become too consumed in being spiderman. He feels things very deeply which is why he tries to shut people out because he wants to protect them and himself. He also really likes when you “patch him up” after a mission.

Lyrics standing out:

“Supermoon, watch it dance in your eyes

Are we just two stars passing by

Wanting your summer skin pressed on mine

Hearts on fire

Walking on a wire

You blow my mind

Tell me anything you like, except for goodbye

What’s it like up there high in heaven

(I can see him swinging through the city with you in his arm)

Wanna know what your lovin tastes like”

You guys are in the “honeymoon phase”, and you will kind of always stay like that, even when you do argue. Most of your arguments are just over each other’s safety or well being. He’s a very caring s/o, but can be forgetful because he spreads himself too thin at times. You all go on cute dates a lot. He loves to treat you like a princess. He sometimes still can’t believe that you’re his. He never thought he would be with someone like you because of how amazing you are. You’re very patient and understanding with him, yet you hold him accountable and keep him in line. He’s whipped. He likes to make out on rooftops….A LOT. Also, I didn’t get this by shuffling, but the song “Kiss Me More”, by Doja Cat, is playing in my head. That may be a message for you.

He says that it must be fate for you all to be together.

Lyrics standing out:

“A million thoughts

Should I let my heart keep listening

It’s time

So hard to let go”

There are a few different things I’m getting from this song, even though it’s shorter than the others. Firstly, are you overthinking shifting? Don’t. You know you can do it. Just trust yourself and the time will come. Let go of material things and any fears holding you back. You will be fine.

Secondly, it’s giving Peter is scared of vulnerability and you’re scared of not doing enough. I feel like this needs to be a conversation between the two of you tbh. Peter has grown and learned to trust, but a part of him still worries about you seeing all of him because you are so amazing and he doesn’t want to scare you off. You worry that if you’re not constantly there for him, something will happen. You kind of feel like you have something to prove in order for him to want you. Know that you are enough and that you don’t have to “earn” love. It’s there, just take it. Peter will come around and open up more. You just have to stay persistent and keep inviting him.

He wants to say, “I love you so much. I’d be lost without you. Don’t let me go. I’m yours”. And I saw him kissing your hand. Aweeee

Overall, your relationship is full of love, but there needs to be more communication. You both feel very deeply for each other and you’re almost codependent, but you need to work on your shadow selves. Be honest with yourself and with him. He will only feel comfortable opening up if you do the same. So if you feel like you’re not doing enough, or even if you feel like you’re doing too much, tell him. He’s willing to listen. He treats you like a princess. You’re a queen in his eyes and you never won’t be. Remember your worth and that your cup has to be full before you can fill others.

I hope this was accurate and you liked it. I could feel the emotion Peter has for you. It’s very strong. Please give me feedback, my love.

🫶💗