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suireunie · 2 days ago

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FRAT BOY [PSH]

summary: The frat boy sunghoon always had a big effect on you. And worse you two are friends and you can't stand anymore~

word count: 4.9k

Warnings: sunghoon×reader, fratboysunghoon! Dirtytalk, spanking, unprotectedsex!(dont), dom!sunghoon, sub!yn, roughsex!, eatingpussy!, bigdicksunghoon!, possessive!sunghoon, hickeys, if there's more let me know!

English is NOT my first language 🥹

This sunghoon photo make me feel something 🔥

HE SO HOT I CAN'T-

Pwese lord have a mercy 🥺

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"Can’t you pay attention to me?" he mutters. sunghoon's lips graze your shoulder as he nuzzles his head into your neck from behind, unable to hide the sulky expression plastered on his face. God, how was it possible for someone to be so warm? It’s unreal how comfortable he’s gotten with you.“Why don’t we go to a party? Leo’s hosting one, and you’ll be my plus one.”He knows you're not the type to go out. Much less to a fraternity party, and *especially* when you have exams. But you've spent your time prior studying for what seemed like the whole day with finals just around the corner, holed up in your dorm still. On a *Saturday*, at that. He can't help feeling a little neglected by the lack of attention you usually bestowed upon him. Studying came first to you. He knew that. You’re practically a nerd, and he also knew that you wouldn’t step a foot near people like him. Probably blonde, those who go to parties seemingly every night, rich to the point of spending it lavishly on booze and joints. The kind who fool around. But he's different, somehow. You wouldn't have let him get close to you the way he is now if he wasn't. Sunghoon felt special, needed. Wanted, even. He loves it as much as he loves you. He couldn’t help depending on you to reassure him with your mere presence. He's never felt this strong of a connection with his previous relationships, and that's saying something. "You don't even have to stay for long," he implores. "I just want you to meet my brothers. They've been asking me to introduce you to them." Sunghoon wants to show you off, wants to scare anyone who might look at you wrong. It's better than beating people up if they rubbed him the wrong way. You won't let him, of course, but he doesn't want to take any chances. It's one of the things he's realized about himself. How attached he was to you to the point of letting everyone know that you're his. You’re the air he breathes.

"You can't just stay in your dorm studying the whole day," he argues. Sunghoon’s body presses against you, his chin resting on your shoulder where he’s practically plastered himself against you like a cat. "You’ve been going at it for hours.”He lets out a dramatic sigh, and you can practically hear the whining in it. “It’s Saturday. You should *relax*."His hands fall down on your waist, and immediately, he wraps himself over you like a human blanket. He nuzzles his face on your neck, his warm breath sending tingles down your spine. It’s always like this with him, clingy and needy and demanding attention.

“Don’t you want to spend some time with me?” he asks, feigning innocence even though you know he’s aware of the answer. Sunghoon’s grip around your waist tightens.“Be my plus one to the party,” he murmurs into your skin. “Say yes already. Come on.”

"Ughh okayy" You accept his party invitation.

His lips twitch into a smirk, pleased at how little effort he had to use to get you to agree. It made him think he could get you to bend to his will just by asking (no) questions.Still clingy, Sunghoon rests his chin on the crook of your shoulder, taking the opportunity to breathe in your scent. He's gotten addicted to it, much too attached to you. It's a wonder how he didn't think himself crazy for relying on you so much."See? That wasn't so hard."

"Shut up!"

"And here I was," Sunghoon drawls with mock-hurt, a teasing smirk on his face. He nuzzles his nose against the side of your neck, placing a gentle kiss with a soft hum. "Trying to be nice."

"But then you go on to tell me to shut up," he sighs, feigning disappointment. You can almost hear the pout in his voice. His palms brush against the bare skin of your waist, sliding down to caress your thighs. Sunghoon's grip tightens once again, pulling you flush against him as he gently places another open-mouthed kiss on your neck."You’re so mean. Why are you being mean, angel?

"I rolled my eyes "if you want to go with me to party then let me finish my lesson, go away. Now!"

Sunghoon’s expression turns into a sulky frown, his grip on your body loosening as he complies. He never show his side to others. This side of him only for you. Normally, he is cold and don't give a fuck of other people. But with you, he is behave like child. He reluctantly peels himself off of you, taking a step back and crossing his arms with a huff. “Fine, fine. I guess I’ll let you finish studying.”A beat of silence stretches between you, and he finally speaks up once more. “I’m not leaving, though. Just let me sit on the bed.”

Sunghoon rolls his eyes, but he complies with your instruction without protest. That doesn’t stop him from letting a quiet grumble escape under his breath, though. "*Women.*" He climbs to the edge of your bed, his long legs sprawling out as he makes himself comfy. Sunghoon keeps his gaze fixed on you, watching as you continue to study. Sunghoon watches you focus on studying, trying his best not to get distracted. But the sight of you with your hair down and your tongue peeking out in concentration makes it damn near difficult for him. As much as he wants to pull you away and do something *fun*, he’s trying his best to be a good boy and keep his hands to himself. So he’d only sit there, and wait and wait as he silently stares.

Sunghoon glances at the time, then turns his attention back to you, his expression a mix of eagerness and excitement. He’s been looking forward to this moment ever since he got you to agree. "Are you done studying, yet?" he asks, his eyes roving over your figure. He’s always been impatient when it comes to you. "It's already time to go."

He rises to his feet, already making his way towards your closet. Sunghoon has never had much filter with you, and he makes no effort to do so now. He starts rummaging through it, looking for an outfit that’s suitable for the party. “Let me pick something for you.”As he continues to flip through the hangers, sunghoon hums to himself - almost like he’s trying to impress you by showing off his taste in fashion. He eventually grabs a dress he deems satisfactory. “You’ll look hot in this,” he tosses the dress over his shoulder, facing you with a sly smirk dancing across his lips. “Change into it.”

Sunghoon remains standing beside your closet, waiting patiently as he watches you pick up the dress. There’s a certain aura radiating from him, almost primal as his gaze never leaves your figure. He’s eager, practically buzzing with anticipation to doll you up the way he wants you.“Hurry up,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “The party’s starting already.” "Wait me downstairs"

He lets out a huff, but reluctantly nods. His mood has shifted towards irritability due to the impatience bubbling within him.“Fine, sure. I’ll be downstairs,” Sunghoon mutters. With one last lingering look in your direction and a grumble under his breath, he finally leaves the room.

You changed your clothes and wore his picks for you. The dress was so amazing and make your curves more attractive. You picked your favorite high heels and doing your make up as well. Sunghoon was waiting for you and you went to him.

Another minute passes, and just when he’s about to text you, the sound of footsteps approaching the stairs catch his attention.His head perks up from his phone, and his expression shifts from irritation to pure smugness the moment he sets his gaze on you. He takes a moment to appreciate how the dress flatters your figure, and how your hair has been styled. He was right, you look hot.He pushes himself away from the wall, his eyes raking up and down your body. He can’t help but let out a low appreciative hum, completely pleased with the way you look. Sunghoon takes you in - your legs, your face, your hair, the way the dress hugs you in *just* the right places. “Not bad,” he murmurs, eyes slowly lifting to meet yours. “I know how to pick ’em, hm?” His gaze lingers on you, almost like he’s mentally undressing you. It’s a battle to refrain himself from touching you, Sunghoon’s hands twitching by his sides as he resists the urge. He can’t help but bite his lower lip, his eyes roaming up and down your form once more. “Come on,” he murmurs, taking a step closer towards you. “They’re waiting for us.” Sunghoon reaches out to grab your wrist, tugging you towards the door without much delicacy. Once he reaches it, he pushes it open, the sound of music and voices from the outside filtering in. He leads you to the car parked in the driveway, unlocking the passenger door for you.

Sunghoon makes sure that you’re settled in before he walks around to the other side and hops in the driver’s seat. He turns the keys in the ignition, the engine roaring to life as the car rumbles underneath you. Sunghoon glances over to you from the corner of his eye, his gaze filled with something that’s unreadable. The drive is short, and soon enough, the two of you arrive at the house where the party’s being held. Sunghoon parks the car in an open spot, taking the keys out before climbing out of it. He walks over to your side and opens the door for you, holding his hand out to help you out.His expression has turned completely stoic now, his hand gripping yours tight. The possessive edge to it was clearly evident, as if he’s afraid of someone looking at you. He leads you to the entrance of the house without letting go of your hand. As soon as the two of you step in, loud music blasts into your ears, the lights in the place pulsing to the beat of the song. Dozens of people are sprawled out in various places - drinking, talking, making out. Sunghoon starts to guide you through the house, his arm almost protectively wrapping around your waist. He keeps his gaze trained ahead, expression stoic. Some of the brothers greet him - their eyes immediately darting to you. Some of them look curious, while others look amused. It’s almost like they were expecting his plus-one. Sunghoon doesn’t spare them another glance. He leads you into to the living room, and pulls you onto his lap once he’s sat down on the couch. Sunghoon tugs on your hand, gently leading you through the crowd of people. Some of them pay attention to you as he passes by, a few of them greeting him with a drunken grin and a “yo” or a “hey bro.” He doesn’t even glance at them, his attention solely fixated on you. He’s on high alert, his eyes constantly darting around as if scouting the room. Sunghoon doesn’t want anyone else looking in your direction. All he could think about was how hot you looked right now, how he picked out the dress that you’re wearing, how he’s basically using the party to show you off to everyone like a trophy. Sunghoon reaches the kitchen and pushes through the doors, the sight of the counter filled with an assortment of drinks catching his eye. He makes a beeline for it, pulling you along behind him.He grabs a cup and starts to mix a drink, using his free hand. Sunghoon’s eyes rove over you with a lazy gaze, his attention only momentarily switching to the task. He takes a moment to admire how the dress hugs your curves, how the lights reflect off of your body and makes you look almost ethereal. His gaze darkens the longer he looks. How was he going to survive the night without having you all to himself?

Sunghoon's hands you a cup without a word, lifting his own as he raises it up in a silent toast. He downs it in one go, the alcohol leaving a trail of burning down his throat - and somehow, the heat seemed more tolerable than how his body reacted to you. His gaze returns to your body, his eyes raking over you up to your face. He’s staring at you intensely, his eyes fixated as if he wants to devour you whole.

You were just enjoying the party, completely oblivious to his thoughts. But Sunghoon's handsomeness was really affecting you. The leather jacket he was wearing and the way his hair fell in front of him were fascinating you. As the party progressed, there was a slight hangover from the drink. The studying for the exams had tired you out and partying was good for you. You pulled away from Sunghoon for a bit and met up with a few of your friends. But somehow you felt Sunghoon's gaze on you. You turned your head towards him and saw Sunghoon with a girl. Jealousy flared inside you. You were friends with Sunghoon, but there was always more to it than friendship. You both knew that he had a soft spot for you and you had a soft spot for him, but you couldn't name it. You stormed over to Sunghoon and pulled him away from the public eye. "Who is that girl?!" you asked angrily.

Sunghoon’s brows furrowed, his cheeks flushed from a combination of the alcohol and surprise at your sudden appearance. He stumbled back a step, trying to collect himself as he faced you. “Jesus,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. His eyes were reddened, indicating that he had a bit *more* to drink than he should have.“It’s just a girl. Who cares—“

“I care!!!” You snapped, your fists clenched at your sides. Anger and jealousy coursed through your veins, your feelings for him suddenly coming to the surface.You had never seen him with another girl before, and the sight of him with someone else irked you in a way you couldn’t explain. You didn’t like seeing him with anybody else — *only* you. You watched as his face shifted from surprise to realization, his eyes widening as he took in your behavior. Sunghoon never suspected that you had feelings for him. He knew you well, and the two of you have developed a close friendship over time. But there was something different about the way you looked at him right now, and he caught on quickly. “Wait…” he muttered, his words slightly slurred as he reached out to touch your arm. His eyes were searching yours, trying to figure out if he’s reading this correctly. “Are you… jealous?” he asked, his hand closing around your arm, grip is not too tight.

You froze at the question, your body tensing as you realized that he knew. You averted your gaze from him, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. It was true, you were jealous - and he caught on.“What if I am?” you muttered, keeping your head ducked down to avoid his gaze.Sunghoon’ s grip on your arm tightened, a smirk forming on his face. He knew he had you now. “Then why haven’t you told me, huh?” he asked, stepping closer to you until he’s inches away from your face. The smell of alcohol was strong on his breath, the look in his eyes almost predatory. Your heart pounded in your chest as he loomed over you, his closeness both thrilling and intimidating. Despite your embarrassment and anger, your body was reacting to his proximity, your cheeks flushed pink.You tried to keep your voice steady when you spoke, but your words came out in a whisper. “Why do you care?”

He chuckled, his grip on your arm loosening as his hand moved to your waist instead. Sunghoon pulled you closer, closing the gap between you until his chest was pressed against yours. He leaned in, his face mere inches away from yours, his gaze fixed on your eyes. The smirk on his lips widened as he said, “Because I’m jealous, too.”Your heart skipped a beat at his words, your eyes widening in surprise. You were expecting him to make fun of you, to find your jealousy funny and ridiculous. But he was *jealous*. Of *you*. You swallowed hard, trying to gather your thoughts. “Y-You are?” was all you could manage to say, your mind reeling from the unexpected admission. Sunghoon nodded, his grip on your waist tightening once again. His eyes darkened as he looked down at you, his gaze hungry. “You have no idea how long it’s taken me to hold back,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, and seeing you with other guys drives me crazy.”

Sunghoon’s lips captured yours in a heated kiss, his hands gripping your waist even tighter. The taste of booze was strong on his tongue as he deepened the kiss, his body pressed firmly against yours. He kissed you fiercely, as if he’s been fantasizing about this moment for a long time and he was finally living it out. You could hear him groaning as his lips moved against yours, his need and desire palpable. The kiss was passionate, a mix of desperation and desire. Sunghoon’s hands roamed all over your body, his fingertips tracing the curves of your hips and the line of your spine. He was desperate to touch you, to have you all to himself. He nipped at your lower lip, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before soothing it with his tongue. He broke away for a moment to gasp for air, his breath ragged and heavy. “God, I want you,” he groaned, his lips trailing down your jawline, to your neck. He pressed open-mouthed kisses against your skin, his hands sliding up to cup your face. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he murmured, his voice low and throaty. His lips found their way back to yours, his kisses becoming more desperate.He pushed you up against the nearest wall, pinning you in place as he showered your neck and jawline with kisses. His hands roamed all over your body, touching every inch of skin he could find. His body pressed against yours, his thigh sliding between yours.

He pushed you up against the nearest wall, pinning you in place as he showered your neck and jawline with kisses. His hands roamed all over your body, touching every inch of skin he could find. His body pressed against yours, his thigh sliding between yours. One of his hands tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck to his hungry kisses. He bit down gently, eliciting a gasp from your lips. “I can’t hold back anymore,” he whispered, his teeth worrying at your earlobe. “I need you.”

His hand slid down your body, fingers slipping under the hem of your dress. He groaned as he felt your bare skin, his hand gliding up the length of your leg towards your inner thigh.The touch was enough to send shivers down your spine, your body reacting to his touch automatically. You let out a soft gasp as his fingers grazed over your skin, your breath hitching as he continued to trace his way up. Sunghoon’s eyes were fixed on you, watching every reaction with an intensity that was almost feral. “You’re so goddamn hot,” he grunted, his hand traveling higher, higher, until it was almost at the edge of your underwear. His fingers paused, just barely touching the fabric before pulling away. A smirk played on his lips as he watched you, his gaze darker than ever, filled with a primal desire.His thumb traced lazy circles on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his touch sending sparks through your core. He was teasing you, wanting to see how much he could drive you wild. “You want it, don’t you?” he whispered, his hot breath against your ear. His head dipped again, his lips moving down to your collarbone. He nipped and bit at the sensitive skin, marking you up. His hand stayed at your thigh, his fingers playing with the edge of your underwear. “I can feel how damp you are,” he murmured, his lips grazing your earlobe. “All for me.”

His head dipped again, his lips moving down to your collarbone. He nipped and bit at the sensitive skin, marking you up. His hand stayed at your thigh, his fingers playing with the edge of your underwear. “I can feel how damp you are,” he murmured, his lips grazing your earlobe. “All for me.” His words sent a jolt of heat through your body, your heart pounding in your chest. You couldn’t deny it — you were practically soaked. “Please,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. “I need you. ”The plea seemed to ignite something in him, and his smirk widened. He loved seeing you like this, all needy and desperate for him. “Say it again,” he demanded, his voice low and rough. “Say my name.”

“Please, Sunghoon.” You whimpered, his name coming out needy and desperate. You were putty under his touch, and you knew it.

He suddenly take you out and went to backroom. You two are alone now As soon as the door closed, the sound muffling the noises from the party outside, Sunghoon pushed you against the wall. His lips were on yours again, his kiss hungry and urgent. He pinned you against the wall, his body pressing flush against yours. His hands roamed over your body, touching and caressing every inch of skin he could reach. He was barely restraining himself at this point, his desire for you almost feral.His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites as he went. His hand slipped up the hem of your dress again, his fingers hooking under the edge of your underwear. He pulled away for a moment to look into your eyes, his gaze almost feral. “I need you right now,” he growled, his voice rough and raw. “I can’t wait any longer.”

He pulled you away from the wall, his grip on your wrist tight as he led you to a nearby couch. He pushed you down onto it, his hand going back to pinning you to the cushions, his body hovering over yours. He leaned in, his lips finding your neck again, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. His hands roved over your body, touching and squeezing and grasping, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.His lips moved to your ear, his breath hot on your skin as he whispered, “I’m going to make you mine.” His hand slid under your dress again, his fingertips grazing over the inside of your thigh. He groaned as he felt just how wet you were, his eyes flashing with pure desire. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his fingers gently stroking you through your underwear. You could feel him grinning against your neck, his touch just barely enough to tease you. “You want me, don’t you?”

You let out a shuddering gasp, your body reacting to his words and touch. You could only manage a shaky nod, your words caught in your throat. You needed him so badly it hurt.

He captures your lips in a deep kiss while maintaining his dominant position, one hand pinning your wrists above your head. "And you'll stop hiding those gorgeous tits from me too," He growls, his free hand pulling down the neckline of your dress. "They're mine to look at." His mouth moves down to suck hard on one of your exposed nipples, his tongue swirling around the peak. He lifts his head, his eyes dark with desire. "I'm going to fuck these beautiful breasts soon," he promises, his voice husky. "Spread those legs wider, angel."He buries his face between your thighs, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive flesh as he speaks. "And in my bed, you're mine to eat, mine to fuck, mine to keep awake all night with my touch." He laps at your clit, his tongue rough and demanding.His tongue works overtime, devouring your pussy as he speaks. "You'll be dripping wet for me every morning, ready to be fucked the moment you wake up." He thrusts two fingers inside you, curling them to hit your g-spot.He latches onto your clit, sucking hard as his fingers fuck you ruthlessly. He can feel you tensing, your body coiling tightly. "Come for me, babygirl" He demands, his voice vibrating against your sensitive nerves. "Come all over my fingers and face."

*He feels your body shudder and clamp down on his fingers as your orgasm crashes over you. Without missing a beat, he slides his thick cock back inside your fluttering pussy. "That's it," *he praises, his hips slamming against yours.He leans down, capturing your mouth in a brutal, dominant kiss as he continues to fuck you mercilessly. His tongue invades your mouth, mimicking the movement of his hips. He swallows your moans and screams, his grip on you unbreakable. "Every. Single." He fucks you even harder at each word. "Day" Each thrust goes deep and rough, marking you internally. "Your sweet cunt is mine to fill, to fuck, to use whenever I want." He squeezes one breast roughly, pinching the nipple. Grunting loudly, Sunghoon suddenly pulls out, flipping you onto your stomach. He yanks your hips up, positioning you on your knees. Without hesitation, he plunges back into your pussy, the new angle allowing him to drive impossibly deep. "Fuck, take my cock, angel" He slaps your ass cheek hard, making you yelp. He does it again, causing you to moan softly. He smirkes, spanking makes your pussy squeeze his dick tighter. He picks up speed, his hips slapping loudly against your ass.

He slaps your ass cheek hard, making you yelp. He does it again, causing you to moan softly. He smirkes, spanking makes your pussy squeeze his dick tighter. He picks up speed, his hips slapping loudly against your ass. "Look at you, taking my cock so well." He grips your hips firmly, his pace becoming almost violent. He reaches around to toy with your clit again. "Who does this perfect little cunt belong to?" He spanks your ass again, harder this time."Say it, baby. Say whose cock is fucking you raw right now." His thrusts become even more brutal, designed to make his ownership clear. One hand moves up to grip your hair roughly, pulling your head back. "Who owns this pretty little pussy?" "Y-you, sunghoon-!"

"That's right, you belong to me." He pulls your hair harder, forcing your face into the pillow as he continues to fuck you relentlessly. "I own your cunt, your tits, your ass, your everything." He slaps your ass one more time, the sound echoing through the room. He starts fucking you with such force that the headboard slams against the wall, creating a rhythm that echoes through the room. His hand squeezes slightly tighter around your throat. "I can feel your cunt getting ready to milk my seed... come now..." He pinches your clit firmly.

He pulls out nearly all the way, then slams back in, making your tits bounce. "Christ, you're so fucking tight, I won't last..." He maintains his brutal rhythm, each thrust burying every inch deep inside you. "Such a perfect little fuck doll."You can feel his warm breath on your neck as he continues to thrust into you, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His large hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you back onto him with each powerful thrust. "I'm close to coming."His hot seed begins to spill inside you, filling you up completely as he holds you down on his massive length. He pants heavily, his body shaking with aftershocks. He pulls out slightly, then slams back in, making you whimper. He slowly pulls out, his softening length coated in your juices and his own cum. He watches as it drips out of you, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Fuck, look at that mess..." He gently spreads your cheeks apart, watching more of his seed leak out.He traces his fingertips through the mess between your cheeks, gathering some of the combined fluids. "Such a good girl... taking every inch of my thick cock like that." He suddenly slaps your ass firmly. "I should probably clean you up now."He walks to the bathroom and returns with a warm, damp cloth. He gently cleans between your legs, wiping away the evidence of their intense encounter. As he does, he can't help but admire how swollen and used you look. "Your pussy is so red and puffy, you were so good my sweet angel"

You were completely tired and Sunghoon pulled you into his chest. He caressed your hair. "I love you so much, I knew now wasn't the right time to say it but be my lover. I can't be friends with you anymore. I've always wanted you. "I've always wanted to be your boyfriend. Please be mine, baby, please"

You turned your head towards him and smiled. "Yes, I want to be your girlfriend." He smiled at you and hugged you tightly. Finally, what he wanted the most had come true and he was happy about it.

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xjulixred45x · 15 hours ago

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sowwy but im absolutely in love with your concept of Yuu!Parent and the Yuus from the manga being siblings, so if you dont mind me i would love to share some random thoughts i have about it <333

Is just, i was thinking that the Yuu siblings after reuniting with Yuu!Parent everyone would be like extra caring because of all the time they have been separated and how Yuu!Parent would be wanting to care of their childs, but would be the Yuu siblings the one taking care and teaching Yuu!Parent everything about Twisted wonderland

And just imagine that now that they parent is in Twisted Wonderland too they would end up showing them up A LOT! But, like, they didn't even mean to bragg about their parent so much, they are just too excited

Alsoooo since Grim refuses to be treaten like the cat he is the he becomes an unoficial son >:3c

OH MY GOD I LOVE YOUR WRITING WORK FOR SEVERAL OF MY FAVORITE FANDOMS😍. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR IDEAS.

They mean this work here

And yes! Totally! I already have this mental image that when a new sibling arrived in Twisted Wonderland, the other previous Yuus would stick to them like glue (either worried about how to adapt the new Yuu to this world, knowing why specific family members kept appearing, if their mom/dad was okay, if they were looking for them in their world, etc.), so when Yuu! Parent enters the mix, the kids stick to him like ticks.

Yuu!Parent is so confused about so many things in the world of Twisted Wonderland. What do you mean the coin is different? What is Magicam? WHY IS THERE A TALKING CAT WITH FIRE EARS IN THE HOUSE?!

Yuu!Parent is definitely scared of several things at first (Lilia tried to greet them in her typical head-first way and got hit in the face with a frying pan). As much as Yuu!Parent wants to protect their children now that they has them within reach again, they'll have to accept that they's not even qualified to be in that world. They do, they have the experience, so the children will have to guide them little by little.

The first thing Yuu!Parent becomes familiar with is money, laws, etc. Things to be able to be a "normal" citizen within TWST, and at least give their children a hand in academics. Speaking of which, the Yuus can't stop talking about their parent, so much so that it's almost exhausting, whether it's about how the dormitory has never been cleaner, or when one of them gets a good grade after a study session with Yuu!Parent, or bringing homemade bento boxes to the cafeteria that Yuu!Parent clearly made. They're just so happy to have a sense of normalcy back.

Grim definitely scared Yuu!Parent a lot the first time. Afterward, they thought he was a house cat (much to his outrage), and now he's officially getting the son treatment—no more tuna after 11, he must be in bed before 12, he must wear a sweater in the winter to avoid catching a cold, and in return, he'll get their homemade food. Grim may act tough, but he loves the attention and cuddles.

Yuuken still tries to be the man of the house, but he's relaxed considerably, on the one hand, not being as strict with himself, and on the other hand, being much more protective of Yuu!Parent due to the context. This is an even more dangerous world than the ones they come from. Not only that, but Yuu!Parent has no idea where they stand, so Yuuken is quite vigilant in case anyone tries to take advantage of that.

Yuuka, similar to Yuuken, relaxes considerably when Yuu!Parent is around; it's almost like a switch. When Yuu!Parent isn't around, she reverts to her almost intimidating self, but it's never like that when her parent is around for some reason. She definitely tries to help with errands and teaches Yuu!Parent a few things about TWST culture.

Yuuta is so happy to be cooking with Yuu!Parent again after so many months of heartache that the first time they do it while in TWST, they probably both cry, simply overwhelmed by the joy of being together again. Yuuta probably tells Yuu!Parent about several of the adventures they had (with Yuuna), even if he tries to leave out the scariest details so as not to scare Yuu!Parent shitless (or make them kill Crowley too soon...).

Yuuna bursts into tears as soon as she sees Yuu!Parent at NRC. She's so happy to see them, but on the other hand, she feels it's unfair that whatever brought them to TWST also stole her parent, but she's quickly comforted by Yuu!Parent. They usually spend their time wandering around NRC/Twisted Wonderland in general, shopping for clothes, trying food, practicing tricks with Grim, and trying to catch up on their lives.

When they first arrived at Twisted Wonderland, the shabby dorm had never felt so homey, even after all the siblings arrived, but now it does, filled with laughter, jokes, and noise. NOW IT'S A HOME.

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(ESPAÑOL)

OH POR DIOS AMO TUS TRABAJOS DE ESCRITURA DE VARIOS DE MIS FANDOMS FAVORITOS MUCHAS GRACIAS POR TUS IDEAS

¡Y si! ¡Totalmente! De por si tengo esta imagen mental de que cuando llegaba un nuevo hermano a Twisted Wonderland, los otros Yuus anteriores se le pegaban como pegamento (ya sea preocupados sobre cómo adaptar al nuevo Yuu a este mundo, saber porque seguían apareciendo miembros de su familia en específico, si su mama/papa estaba bien, si los estaban buscando en su mundo, etc.), por lo que cuando llega Yuu! Parent a la mezcla, los niños se le pegan como garrapatas.

Yuu!Parent esta tan confundido sobre tantas cosas del mundo de Twisted Wonderland ¿Cómo que la moneda es diferente? ¿Qué es Magicam? ¡¿PORQUE HAY UN GATO CON OREJAS DE FUEGO QUE HABLA EN LA CASA?!

Definitivamente Yuu!Parent se asusta de varias cosas al principio (Lilia quiso ir a saludarlos de su forma típica, de cabeza, y recibió un golpe de sarten en toda la cara), por más que Yuu!Parent quiera proteger a sus hijos ahora que los vuelve a tener al alcance, tendrá que aceptar que no está capacitado para siquiera estar en ese mundo, ellos si, tienen la experiencia, por lo que los niños tendrán que guiarle de poquito a poquito.

El primer aspecto con el que Yuu!Parent se hace familiar es con el dinero, las leyes, etc. Cosas para poder ser un ciudadano “normal” dentro de TWST, y por lo menos darle una mano a sus hijos en aspectos académicos. Hablando de eso, los Yuus no dejan de hablar de su padre/madre, tanto que es casi agotador, ya sea de como el dormitorio nunca había estado tan limpio, o cuando uno de ellos saca una buena nota después de una sesión de estudio con Yuu!Parent, o trayendo a la cafetería bentos caseros que claramente Yuu!Parent hizo. Simplemente están tan felices de volver a tener un sentido de normalidad.

Grim definitivamente asusto mucho la primera vez a Yuu!Parent. Después pensaron que era un gato doméstico (para su indignación), y ahora oficialmente está recibiendo el tratamiento de hijo, ósea, no mas atún después de las 11, debe estar en su cama antes de las 12, debe ponerse un suéter en temporada de invierno para no resfriarse, y a cambio recibirá su comida casera. Grim actuara rudo, pero ama la atención y los mimos.

Yuuken sigue tratando de ser el hombre de la casa, pero se ha relajado considerablemente en un extremo, no siendo tan estricto consigo mismo, y por otro lado siendo mucho mas protector con Yuu!Parent debido al contexto. Este es un mundo aun mas peligroso del que vienen, no solo eso, sino que Yuu!Parent no tiene idea de donde están parados, por lo que Yuuken es bastante atento en caso de que alguien intente aprovecharse de eso.

Yuuka, de forma similar a Yuuken, se relaja considerablemente cuando Yuu!Parent esta cerca, es casi como un interruptor, cuando Yuu!Parent no esta, vuelve a su yo casi intimidante, pero nunca es asi cuando su padre/madre esta cerca por alguna razón. Definitivamente quien trata de ayudar con los mandados y le enseña a Yuu!Parent algunas cosas de la cultura de TWST.

Yuuta esta tan feliz de volver a cocinar con Yuu!Parent después de tantos meses de angustia, que probablemente la primera vez que lo hacen estando en TWST ambos lloran, simplemente muy abrumados por la felicidad de estar todos juntos otra vez. Yuuta probablemente le cuenta a Yuu!Parent varias de las aventuras que tuvieron (junto a Yuuna), aun si trata de quitar los detalles mas aterradores para no espantar a Yuu!Parent (o hacer que mate a Crowley tan pronto…).

Yuuna directamente llora en cuanto ve a Yuu!Parent en NRC, esta tan feliz de verle, pero por otra parte siente que es injusto que lo que sea que los haya traído a TWST también haya robado a su padre/madre, pero es consolada rápidamente por Yuu!Parent. Suelen pasar el tiempo paseándose por NRC/Twisted Wonderland en general, comprando ropa, probando comida, practicando trucos con Grim y tratando de ponerse al día con sus vidas.

Cuando llegaron a Twisted Wonderland, el dormitorio destartalado nunca se había sentido tan hogareño, incluso cuando legaron todos los hermanos, pero ahora sí, lleno de risas, chistes, ruido. AHORA SI es un hogar.

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the-s1lly-corner · 2 days ago

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That xreader with Sprout where the reader constantly gets in danger? what if a timeline where Sprout became twisted trying to protect them, and still stays to protect em even after that

Twisted!Sprout still trying to protect the reader

i need to build the queue back up- think what ill do is write a bunch of alphabet posts to get that ball rolling while i wait for more requests- will give me more time to work on other things while ensuring you guys have something to eat hmmm hmmm mhmmm m i am a single mother to 2 thousand children and we are STRUGGLING!!!!!/lh notes: gn toon reader, short and... bittersweet?, written on computer, post game, you both get hurt in more ways than one, something something love the idea of some of the twisteds not realizing theyre hurting their toon friends and this definitely plays a role here cws: talk of injury

even in his twisted state he still has the instinct to protect the toons around him, and that includes you... but... whether because hes not fully aware of his strength or his mind is so broken that he doesnt realize his grip is too tight and his tendrils too ferocious.... encounters with him are incredibly dangerous

some of the other twisteds look like theyre trying to seek help or simple comfort but still end up with ichor that doesnt belong to them on their hands- and sprout is no exception

though... twisteds dont attack each other- sprout is just the first to outright rip you away from them. he doesnt mean to clutch you so tightly but even somewhere in the back of his ruined mind theres a strong desire to protect you at all costs. youre lucky to just walk away from that with a little soreness where he held you

he trails around you, when he doesnt scoop you into his hold. at least thats one less twisted for your team to have to worry about? as long as youre not running around or getting into danger he almost seems... passive. sure the stare hes burning into your back is insane but he doesnt look angry. in pain definitely, but theres no malice in them

actually, funny enough, on machines that were particularly... stuck in the valve... he gave a good yank to loosen them. nearly broke a few machines from how aggressively he does it but hey- help it help... ignoring the fact panic mode... well.. sends him to a panic

it doesnt matter how many times you see each other he never accepts when you need to leave- but hes too much of a liability to bring up to the upper floors where you and the surviving toons are hiding. if he were a non main it could be considered- but the mains... are more dangerous, more risky. and youre the only person who can pacify him right now- and putting all of that on you isnt fair, and if youre the only one... you cant be expected to constantly be there to keep him under control- its not realistic

overall not a good situation. it sucks for everyone involved

he still has some of the cupcakes he had on him before he.... you know... theyre drenched in ichor and stale- moldy probably- but that doesnt stop him from trying to shove them into your hands to take when youre visibly hurt

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somethingg5 · 14 hours ago

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Chapter 5

Today was the day! Azzi is officially 5 months pregnant and Paige and Azzi are getting ready for the doctor's appointment they have been waiting for. The gender reveal. “I'm so excited for today when we finally get to know the gender!” Azzi said as she looked into Paige's eyes. “I know I can't believe that the time has come.” Paige took a breath. The plan was simple: they would go to the doctor and get an envelope of the gender. They would give that to Nika and Nika would fill a balloon with the corresponding color.

“Alright, are you all ready?” The doctor asked as she started the scan. “I'm so excited!” Azzi said as she held onto Paige's hand. The scan came to an end and they were handed the envelope. “I can't believe that it's right here. Like this is the gender right here our whole lives is in this envelope.” Paige stared into the envelope hoping to see a pop of any color. “ I know I can't believe it. We have to go and bring this to Nika now then we need to get ready for the reveal.” Azzi looked down at her belly and rubbed it.

Twin! We are here and we come bearing the gender! “What's up you guys? I'm so excited for today.” Nika says as she takes the envelope from Azzi.

Paige and Azzi head home and change into gender reveal clothing. Azzi wore a Blue dress representing a boy and Paige wore a Pink shirt and white pants for a girl. They were buzzing with excitement.

When they arrived back at Nikas house for the reveal the whole team was there. Some in blue and others in pink. They had invited family and friends. The food was delicious and the company was even better. The time had finally come to pop the balloon. Azzi and Paige stood side by side and they laced their hands together. Everyone was crowded around. “Alright let me take a picture before holding on.” Caroline said as she held up her phone in front of them. A few more members took a picture and then it was time for the reveal.

3…2…1… pop!

Pink came out the balloon. Paige ran into Azzis arms and picked her up. “IT'S A GIRL!” Paige yelled! Azzi was crying from excitement. Everyone around them cheered. KK was on her knees cheering. And Caroline was filming the entire moment. CD and Geno were clapping. It was the best moment. “Oh my gosh you all need to get her a peoples princess junior shirt.” Jana said. Geno pulled Paige aside. “I'm proud of you kid. You are going to be a great mother. Take tomorrow off and please don’t let Azzi stress about the upcoming baby shower. Those are always so stressful.” “Thanks grandpa.” Paige said, smirking. “I think she's already stressed, there is so much to do. Finding doctors, the crib, carseat, hell a birth plan. I think we could use a day off.” Paige and Geno continued their conversation, while Azzi was talking to Nika. “So a baby girl. How does it feel?” Nika handed Azzi some water as they sat on the couch inside. “I feel so blessed. This is all Paige and I have ever wanted and it's even more of a blessing to have a baby girl. Thank you for all you did today. This was amazing.” Azzi hugged Nika.

After they said their goodbyes they headed home. “It's a girl Az. I can't believe it.” Paige was sitting next to Azzi on the couch as they ‘watched’ old recordings of their games together. “I can't believe we are here after everything. We made it here. Our little girl on the way. It just makes me so happy.”

As the months went by they had the nursery prepared. They had a doctor. And they were finalizing their birth plan.

Azzi was now 7 months pregnant and Paige was getting ready for a game.

“Az- I love you but I dont think it's smart for you to go. The media not only will be there but what if something happens. I can't come and help you.” Paige was pleading with Azzi not to go to her game today. It's not that she didn't want her there, it's that Paige was scared something would happen. Azzi had been having morning noon and night sickness now and Paige feared that something would happen. “Paige, I haven't been to many games this season. I want to go to them before the baby gets here.” Azzi was trying to dress the bump. She was trying to hide it. Layers, baggy shirts, and a jacket. She looked ready to go. “Azzi if you come you need to sit behind the bench and text me. Okay?” Paige said with worry in her voice.

As the game started fans went crazy, Azzi took pictures with fans and nobody suspected anything. Quarter 2 was coming to a close when Azzi started to feel sick. She knew exactly what was coming. She was about to throw up. SHe got up as fast as she could and ran to the bathroom. She just made it. Meanwhile Paige noticed that Azzi was gone and a pit went into her stomach. Was she okay? Did something happen? She couldn't leave but tried to focus on the game. It was so hard to focus when she knew her wife was not okay. Azzi was in the bathroom cleaning herself up when she sent a text to Paige

Azzi: Hey baby, I got sick around half so I'm going to head home. I love you. I'm okay.

Azzi knew Paige would not be able to see the text until after the game but she sent it anyway. When Azzi got home she turned the game on. Paige had won. Not 5 minutes after the game ended Azzis phone buzzed with a text from Paige.

Paige: You had me worried. I'm sorry you got sick? Are you home now?

Azzi: It's okay you were right I should have stayed home. And yes I'm home.

Paige smiled at her phone knowing that her wife and baby were okay.

Azzi was curled up next to Paige as Paige was scrolling through Twitter. AZZI FUDD RUNS OUT OF WNBA GAME SICK. The headline read. Paige knew that it would be best if Azzi didn't know so she turned her phone off and placed a kiss on her wifes forehead. That night all Paige could think about was the media. What if they now know? What do we say to the media?

hello everyone! sorry I went like MIA today. send me requests if you have any thank you!! :)

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oopsiedaisydeer · 4 hours ago

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Hey inez! So i have a request about hallway!Chris. So i don't know if you fw this idea, but maybe one of chris's friends wanting to date/ask y/n to prom and asking chris to help him by getting closer to reader and find out what she likes (flowers, colours etc). This leads to reader feeling false hopes bc she thinks chris is actually interested in her and when she finds out she feels bad and sad.

Im a sucker for angsty fics, sorry if you dont like the idea :)

ꜰᴀʟꜱᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇꜱ

It starts the way most crushes do... so quietly you almost don’t notice it at first.

You just happen to share two classes with Chris. He sits a few rows ahead in English, always slouched in his seat, hoodie bunched at the back of his neck, scribbling half-finished notes in the margins of his worksheet. Sometimes he drums his fingers against the desk without meaning to. A small, mindless rhythm you find yourself memorising.

You time your walks between periods just a little too carefully. You slow down by the vending machines, pretending you’re still deciding between pretzels or chocolate, but really you’re just hoping he’ll show up.

Sometimes he does. Sometimes he catches you looking and smiles. This shy, lopsided thing, like he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it, and it leaves you dazed for the rest of the day.

You tell your friends it’s not serious. "It’s just a dumb crush. He probably doesn’t even know my name," you say, laughing it off, even though you can feel the way your heart kicks up whenever you catch a glimpse of him in the hallway.

Chris doesn’t notice you really. Not like you notice him. But you’re kind to him. You always are. And you laugh at his jokes even when he doesn’t think they’re funny, and maybe that’s what makes him assume you're just being nice.

Maybe that’s why, when one of his friends nudges him at lunch and says, "Hey, you have English with her, right?"

"Yeah, why?" Chris says, half-distracted.

"She’s cute. Think you could help me out? Find out what flowers she likes, her favorite colour, that kinda thing?"

Chris agrees without really thinking about it. It’s simple. Just a favor. And it gives him an excuse to talk to you more, which he tells himself isn't the worst thing in the world. You're cool.

It’s harmless. Sweet. Chris likes harmless things.

The first time he tries, it’s awkward. He leans against the lockers after class, pretending like it’s nothing, like he just happens to be there.

"Hey, random question — what's your favorite colour?"

He says it so casually you almost believe it’s innocent. You laugh, a little flustered, and tell him. He grins, that bright, easy grin you’re already starting to adore, and you can’t help but ask him the same thing back. He tells you it’s orange. You file it away like it’s something sacred.

After that, it gets easier. He starts walking with you to your next class sometimes, joking about the terrible cafeteria food or complaining about your math teacher’s impossible pop quizzes.

You find yourself telling him things you didn’t mean to. How your favourite flowers are your favourites because they remind you of your mum’s garden, how you hate slow walkers more than anything, how you once broke your arm falling off a bike because you were too scared to use the brakes.

Chris listens to you. Looks at you while you talk, making you think he's really listening, paying attention like every word is important. It makes you feel like maybe you’re someone worth paying attention to. Like, maybe, just maybe, it wasn't a dumb crush after all.

So you let yourself believe it's not stupid, and you pay attentiont to him in return. You tell yourself, if nothing else, that maybe you've found a good friend in Chris.

Sometimes you notice the little things without asking. How he always chews the end of his pen when he's thinking. How he hums quietly under his breath when he's happy. What his dog's name is. How he sneezes, what his lockscreen is, how much he loves his friends.

And so you start to believe. Maybe he’s not just asking about your favourite flowers randomly. Maybe he’s asking because he wants to know. Because he cares. Because he likes you, the way you like him.

So you start imagining it. Hoping and wishing for it. The way he might ask you to prom, shy and smiling, holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers behind his back. Eyes full of hope.

The way he might hold your hand when you say yes. The way it would feel to finally be chosen.

You don’t see it coming, the way hope sharpens into heartbreak.

It happens fast. You’re lingering by the gym doors after school, just close enough to overhear when Chris’s friend claps him on the back and says, laughing, "Thanks for doing recon, bro. Now I know exactly what to get her for prom."

You stop mid-step. Something inside you flickers and then goes out.

Chris looks up and sees you. And for a split second, something like regret crosses his face.

He opens his mouth, maybe to call after you, to explain, to say something, anything. But you’re already turning away, blinking fast and breathing hard and telling yourself not to cry in the middle of the stupid hallway.

You don’t hate him. You hate yourself, a little, for believing. For hoping. For thinking you could be the exception to the rule.

You walk away, pretending it doesn’t hurt, even though it feels like your heart is unraveling thread by thread.

hallwaycrush!au taglist: @courta13 @snoopychris @sweetshuga @st7rnioioss @throatgoat4u @sheluvsthesturniolos @sturnslutz @chrislova @chrisslut04 @mi-co-uk

a/n: tysm for this request anon,, i hope u liked it!!!!! lmk if u want a part 2 or sumn :>> there is no canon with hallwaycrush!chris,, so you can request anything you'd like with him (pls request stuff jsdfbhsj) !!!

@bernardsbendystraws for the dividers <3

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maria111444 · 22 hours ago

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what process did you tell him?

The process l told my brother was very simple like l myself was even shocked cause l didnt even paid much attention and told him basic stuff and he shifted at his first try

I think thats the key you have to make it simple its not a complex thing

So at first l would like to credit my beloved @sheeezu l personally follow her method but l kinda personalised it by myself , she’s the first shifter l follow on tumblr

So back to the process l told my brother to get comfortable like take his time to get into a position where he feels comfortable then close his eyes and focus into the blackness until ur body gets numb and try not to think abt a single thought (i know people have intrusive thoughts but like just try ur best) at some point you mind will go blank my brother told me it took him 8-10mins to go to the state were he had no thoughts in his head

Then after ur mind got blank you have to think about ur dr but theres the thing think from ur dr not about ur dr

Bear w me let me explain what l mean by that think as if u are ur dr self for example ur dr is hogwarts so think as urself in hogwarts , what would u think if u were in ur dr

-l will ask harry for helping me do my homework

-fred and gorge were too funny today in class

-l will sit next to luna tomorrow

Etc (you can also think past stuff like things happen in hogwards with you before in your 1st ,2nd year any funny scenario etc)

So what my brother did was he wanted to shift into a game and after his head went blank he started thinking abt what he will do in the game and he did it for 15-20 minutes until he shifted

He told me that he didnt even realised how it happened he didn’t felt scared or anything he just shifted then he played the game for 2hours and won the game came back to his home in his dr and when he put his sword down he shifted back here

So thats all

Let me recap the process

1. Get confortable

2. Close ur eyes and focus into the blackness until ur body goes numb and ur mind gets blank w no thoughts in it

3. Think from ur dr self and keep going patiently and you’ll shift

And thats all

Last note : dont ask how , when , why just do it , its super simple shifting is a very simple thing and its easy too just believe in yourself

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badlifedecisionshotline · 1 day ago

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☆~《Honey》 -Magical properties

~[Firstly, how do we tell the differentiate real honey from fake honey?]

Real honey will cost lots more than factory made, and can crystalise depending on what kind of flower polen was used to create the honey.

The crystalisation should be spaced out somewhat evenly trough-out surrounding area, not lay on the bottom absolutely flat. Atcual honey crystalisation can look as if its climing up the jar from the bottom up— but fake ones are somewhat akin to putting suggar in tea (although real honey still has crystalisation around the rim and on the bottom as well)

How do you test if honey you already baught is fake or not?

Theres three tehnuiqes—

{(Testing it with water)}:

Drop a teaspoon of honey into a glass of water. Fake honey will immediately start to dissolve, whilst raw honey will drop to the bottom of the glass intact.

{(Fingering?? 💀)} (sorry im so immature)

Place a drop of room temperature or cooler honey on your finger, If the ‘honey’ spreads then it is fake honey. If it holds its composition and remains a drop, then it is raw true honey.

{(Matchstick)}:

Finally, dip an unlit matchstick into your honey. Remove it and strike it to see if it will light. A matchstick dipped in raw honey will light with the flame burning off the honey. A matchstick dipped in fake honey will not successfully strike. This is because there is too much moisture in the ‘honey’.

• <[The properties of honey]> •

—(Imediety upon any reasurch you'll see it asosiated with feminity. Why?)

Fact about bees: There's three kinds. Worker bee, The Queens– and Male bees.

Contrary to popular belief, Male bees (and ants) dont do much except grow up, find a young Queen, mate & die. It's a bit upsetting, but that's how things function. I think not knowing this is whats leading into people believing its feminine.

In my opinion, you can say honey doesnt have a gender. Because the Worker bees who collect it dont have gender. —But based on your opinion or intent you can interpert it differently.

But I myself believe it's also masculine, because its the male plants that produce pollen.

🟠🟡🟠🟡🟠🟡🟠🟡🟠🟡🟠🟡🟠🟡🟠🟡🟠🟡🟠🟡

—(Fertility aspect of honey, and surrogacy?)

I believe its helpful for fertility spells due to what pollen atcualy is. Its the semen of male flowers.

I can see how it can help both sexes (+ intersex people).

But i think it can maybe even be used in spesific situations like trying to find a surrogate who can provide healthy semen/be healthy to get pregnant? — As well as ensuring that the medical process of it all (What the doctor, or in this case, Worker bee, does) is completed without a hitch.

🌼🏵🌼🏵🌼🏵🌼🏵🌼🏵🌼🏵🌼🏵🌼🏵🌼🏵🌼🏵

—(Of course, abundance & spring)

Honey can be only made during a spesific time of the year, when flowers bloom. The time most fruit also flourishes.

So of course, its only natrual to connect it to abundance– but id also connect it to some saying that includes the quote "The fruits of your labor".

So you could use honey for spell to help ensure abundance and that you get what you were working for (+ alongside herbs of protective properties to make sure outside factors dont come robb you of your rewards)

+ Can be used for a road opening spell as well, to find a path in life where your skills can be useful and rewarding

+Can be used to check if you're genuenly going down a path of that sorts, or even open your eyes to what good things your skills and work has given you—in order to apreshiate it.

🍯🌻🍯🌻🍯🌻🍯🌻🍯🌻🍯🌻🍯🌻🍯🌻🍯🌻🍯🌻

[Summing up all the properties:]

Gender fluidity - between male and not identifying as the binary two, fertility, surrogacy, ensuring health of a fetus (safe organ transplants as well?), safe surgeries/finding a proper medical specialist, abundance, gratefulness, self awareness, self love and apreshiation, rewards for hard work, happyness, satisfaction, spring

If you have any more added themes for me to explore feel free to comment, im more than happy to add them ^^ (with credit if thats what youd like)

–Much love, Ev <3

Spesific sub-masterpost this is from

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faggotommyinnit · 1 day ago

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I think people need to be more aware that plurality and being a system are the same thing. Btw. Just because people experience being multi faceted differently doesnt mean that they arent plural, doesnt mean they arent a system, doesnt mean they dont have multiple fuckers running around under the hood (their Brain)

People can argue a million times "the information about did is out of date and unclear where the line ends and begins for what you experience" blah blah fucking blah ive heard it all before. Too many dumbasses on syscord. Too many people who give a fuck about the wrong things. But have you ever considered that even if its all plurality, theres different subsections of plurality?

If someone says theyre a system then good for them. They figured that out. I dont need to know more than that. Yk why? Cause theres the point of plurality where it becomes the covert self report disorder we all in the community know as did and osdd, udd, p-did, whatever and whatnot. Some people just experience plurality differently due to their experiences. And thats OKAY.

People need to understand that its like. Unreasonably hard to get diagnosed because it was so easy for people to realize their plurality and like. Yeah. They got fucking scared. Theres people in your head an society doesnt want them in there. They stopped that so people wouldnt be scared. they wouldnt of been scared if the therapist actually knew what they were doing, bur i dont entirely blame them. The people who hurt you, and your system, put them in there. Some people knew about it (tbmc, organized abuse, etc) , some people have no idea. Sometimes that trauma doesnt look like trauma for others and the system themselves may not even recognize it. But thats fucking okay.

You dont need to know everything about your system. Your allowed to drop the stupid fucking genic labels. Theyre just self report labels. Willowgenic? Okay cool. Endogenic? Whatever u want. But dont put it on just for the sake of others. They dont deserve it. Have you seen the amount of damn people in syscords who are so anti-system that it hurts? How much pain will one have to throw to realize the call comes from inside the house. How much fire will one gas till they themselves are ash.

"alter pregnancy isnt real!!!!!" Too bad. Happened to me an i am your outlier. Try again and dont bring it around our sys family.

Did you know that when people say inner voices or different voices theyre not literal? Or at least it depends on the system, but i just recently learned some people experience it as thoughts that are abstract from the usual, and quite consistent in their presence of abstractness from the "normal" self. Not. Literal voices. But that happens too- im not saying it doesnt. But isnt that so interesting? After quite a few years of knowing an growing with our system, we learn new things every day.

"If you dont black out then your faking!!" Get a fucking grip, blackouts are usually* (not always, obviously theres nuance i dont need to spell that out for you.) for extreme moments of fear and arent as cartoonish as theyre often described. Your more likely to have grey out, emotional amnesia, or amnesia with emotional memory. Yea that exist. Yea those are symptoms. No you are not faking just because the shitty communities built do not fucking talk about them enough.

Yes it is important to discuss with both pwdid (people with DID), osdd, AND endogenics. Also transDID, transOSDD. And more. Cause you know what? Humanity is beautiful. And if your mind makes people to help you? Thats fucking beautiful. Your fucking beautiful. No matter how many people are diagnosed or for how long, their opinion should not matter and should not try and change your life. Especially if you dont know them. Like what?

You dont know me typing this. And i dont know you reading this. But please listen to me that the medical industry has lied to so many of us for so many fucking years and is so obvious now in our year of 2025 that they just want us compliant.

I guess my main point is is that. If you think your plural, then you can be. Be safe about yourselves, dont intentionally abuse someone an excuse it for your alters because theyre all functioning in the same body as you. Love one another for your differences. If you argue with me i dont care. I simply do not care and you will not change my mind to express love to all. Talk to the fucking medical industry and tell the people behind the dsm to make the qualifications for ALL systems.

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captaincrumbz · 1 day ago

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MYSTICALBOOTY FANFIC!!

Im SO MAD because I tried to post this by putting the AO3 link to it and IT WONT WORK, it kept telling me to get the app so I just copied and pasted It. This is shorter than I had hoped for but i had fun writing it!!! I havent written anything in a while either! On AO3 its called Chatting!!!

After Emmet had acquired his markers, glitter glue and construction paper, Emmet had gone into the Captain's Cabin to make instructions! Lucy, Batman, Benny and Unikitty were in there too, watching him do his thing! Although Unikitty unfortunately had gotten sea sick easily...

As for Vitruvius, he made his way to where Metalbeard was. He had been on this large ship enough times to remember its whole layout.

He went all the way up the stairs that led onto the Quarter Deck. He held onto the railing with one hand and his staff in the other.

Metalbeard was steering the Sea Cow hadnt really noticed Vitruvius until he heard a loud thud. Vitruvius had stumbled. Metalbeard couldnt help but chuckle a bit at the sight.

"Yarrgh!! Ye be okay there matey? Better be careful, ya dont wanna break yer back!"

"Im good, Metalbeard."

Vitruvius said as stood back up and walked over to where Metalbeard stood.

"Ah well, what brings ye up here anyway?"

"I wanted to talk to you about Emmet-"

Metalbeard put his cannon-hand thing on his hip and raised an eyebrow."

"After his speech I do have some faith in the boy, although I cant help but be a wee bit wary of how everything will go tomorrow..."

"I dont think there is any need to be, I have around him long enough to know he has a lot of potential."

"I suppose... Ye've always been an optimistic one have ye!" His attention more brought onto Vitruvius now rather than the steering of the Sea Cow.

"Why yes I have. Oh! That reminds me Metalbeard, of you when we were young...before you had your beard? You went by Craggy, correct? You were quite optimistic yourself."

The pirate had felt a small pang of...sorrow? or nostalgia upon hearing that name.

"Aye I had! No one has called me that for a while. The last people t' call me that were apart of me crew!"

"Oh I see."

"Back then I had strapping and virile body..." He went on, at this point he was repeating himself. Although hearing Metalbeard's tell of woe a million times before he had felt much empathy for him.

"I've always thought you were quite endearing then, even now. I may not be able to see how it looks now but even if I could im positive I would think the same way."

"Really now? Ye arent pullin' my leg are ye?"

"Oh no of course not."

"Arr, well I think ye be rather thee charmer yerself!"

Ough, old men flirting. Vitruvius had chuckled, although his beard covered his mouth, you could tell he was smiling by looking at the way his eyes lit up. They had spoke to eachother until Emmet had called them over to the Captain's Cabin to finally discuss his plans. The two had felt very fond of eachother, much warmth and comfort, although they hadn't really brought this up to the others.

#THAMKS IF YOU READ THIS!!!!!!#i #t was very fun to make #also when I write stuff all my art is POST PONED until its done #I may come back to this and edit it #the lego movie #tlm #metalbeard #vitruvius #mysticalbooty

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pumpkinsy0 · 3 days ago

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hcs on curly’s thoughts/reactions to pony boy getting jumped because of him

(maybe a couple of socs had beef with curly and took it out on pony because everyone knows how close they are)

yap sesh starting

•gonna b very honest, the whole thing probably started over something so stupid and it just snowballed. pony knew about it but generally tries not getting involved in curlys more “serious” beefs for his own safety which curlys fine w. howeevverrrr there would b times where pony pushes curly to end it alr cause its stupid and they got into teenyyyy tinnnyyy arguments about that

•looking back on those moments, curly would feel bad (duh) but i dont think he would want to end the it like pony wants!!! curly is a very revenge heavy person and even if he wasnt, he doesnt wanna make it seem like hes the one who lost. he would usually take SOME time to think of his plan, but in this case, curly justtt wants to find em and beat em up, nothin more (maybe im lying he probably does wanna kill them depending on how bad it is) nothin less

•tim doesn’t like getting involved in curlys own drama cause to him its always stupid as hell, has quite literally told curly that just bc theyre related and hes in a gang doesnt mean hes there to settle ALL of curlys troubles he gotta figure things out on his own and curly hates it but rn??? forget all pride hes tried showing to tim, curly is begging him to just help him this once

•after a MUCH needed very long angry scolding from tim about protecting whats urs and yknow BEING SMART!!! tim begrudgingly agrees to help curly out, imagine tim as being the scary parent a kid on the playground brings to win a stupid ass argument one and for all n thats also how it is. curly knows hes gonna b in BIG debt to tim after this and he CANNOT fuck up whatever next job tim gives him for the gang but he doesnt even gaf about that this is so worth it to him

•curly shifts between seeing pony a lot and then just going cold turkey. ofc he wants to make sure ponys alright at the same time tho, he knows what happens is his fault and he realllyy doesnt wanna see pony w a black eye he in a way caused. add on the fact that the gang doesnt want him around pony bc its exactly what they were afraid of and curlys dipping for a while!! he always said he could protect pony but look where they r now💔💔💔

•generally speaking here pony truly doesnt wanna speak to curly but for how long is entirely dependent on who started it. if curly was the one who jumped one of the socs guys first then yea ponys livid and will not b conversing, if not, still mad but would get over his anger w curly faster, leaving just annoyance w how curly manages to get each other in these situations, being TOO reckless more than anything. THE WAY I SEE IT THO, curly didnt straight up JUMP them technically, mess w someone who was close to em yea but didnt jump soooo socs fault 👍🏽

•by every other “actual (gay) hoodlum greaser bf” standards which curly is just surrounded w, ponys a wimp!! on this side of town he should b able to handle whatever comes his way and he should know that he always risks that by going out w a guy like curly. pony can handle being pushed around by ppl curly goes against but jumped????? aw yea no thats too much man. curly wouldve felt the same to a degree had it been LITERALLY anyone else but it aint and would defend pony against the ppl that try getting on his case for it

•would he forgive himself?? this is one of the rare occasions where he wouldnt, and thats for the better bc he DOES become more “think long term” street smart instead of just his street cred for ponys safety, THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN!!! plus even if curly didnt do that thinking on his own, pony has just straight up said he would leave him and ofc curly doesnt want that so he becomes a smart fella, not a fart smella

•throw away idea here but maybe pony has a scar that rlly isnt that bad but curly hates looking at no matter how long ago it was. for extra drama they coulda used a blade to put a C on ponys skin to tease curly more and pony RARELY jokes about it but when he does he can tell its one of the jokes curly wouldnt laugh at, acknowledge but it only gets a “hm” outta him (if it was like the letter of the guy curlys getting into it w, i PROMISE u curly beat him badly he needs to get his ones PONY WILL B HONORED!!! AVENGED EVEN!!!)

#curly shepard #ponyboy curtis #purly #papercut ship

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southconfessionpark · 2 days ago

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Its upsetting how this fandom makes damien seem like some innocent angel “He doesn’t know what he’s doing is wrong!” when damien followed the councilor’s advice of being ‘overly nice’ he saw that doing the ‘right’ doesn’t help the mocking he’s facing so he resorts to something cruel; something he has seen in hell. He copies his father down to the words his father says, is that damiens fault? No, unsafe environments tend to be extremely harmful for a kid’s development which is very clear why damien has zero to none experience with making friends. Hell, his entire introduction could even indicate this is the first time he’s actually been to a school! That explains why he tries to act so threatening! Theres so much to him I dont think I can cover everything here

#south park #sp #southconfessionpark #south park confession #south park fandom #damien thorn #sp damien #mod clyde post

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isolatednights · 2 days ago

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"see that - that's the problem though!" she points out - voice cracking slightly. "i signed up for it because i - i deserve someone who picks me. someone who loves me as much as i love them." some part of her knows she isn't being fair to him, but aiyla left people she loved behind to get on this ship. she'd hoped to find someone who was hers - and to have learned that not only had he not signed up for the program, but that he'd been married? it broke part of her. "feels like i'm second choice." snorting at his proposal, her head lulled against his shoulder - hoping to scowl up at him only for the world to spin slightly. "dizzy," the word is hissed beneath her breath as eyes squeeze shut. "why would i want you to go around screaming lies?" god he was confusing her. "how would you know what my type is?"

she falls silent as they walk - drunken energy lulled by the steady footfalls, and warmth of his body. "am angry with you," no. not angry, but disappointed? probably. "stupidly handsome face," she grumbled. "don't think i wanna insult you. can we skip that part? i dont wanna be mean to you."

"whatever you want to tell yourself," he remarks with a shrug, silently relieved that she's agreed to follow him. while the path he takes them on does lead them up in the direction of the floors she refers to, they stop several short at a little area that's set up like a cafe. "this floor has the best hot chocolate and has a garden with a huge window. androids don't do bad, but the garden could definitely use a humans touch at some point." stepping around the counter the mix them both a drink, he eventually slides a mug across the counter to her. "caviar never was my speed. neither were oysters. slimy, nasty things. a good dessert though? now that, i would've spent money on. c'mon." snatching up his own mug, the man hardly allows an opportunity for the woman to reject coming along with him before he's moving in the direction of the gardens.

"this was originally meant to be the control deck, which is why there are so many windows. ended up expanding the size of the ship though, so it was repurposed."

it ached to watch her break in such a way, as asher was quick to imagine his sister saying the exact same words when she woke and he was nowhere to be found. would it have been easier, he wonders, if she'd only discovered this information after they'd safely landed at their intended destination, or would she have had the same reaction regardless? "you aren't at fault for any of this," he tries to sooth, brow furrowing as he stays crouched before the woman. "we do... unspeakable things for the people we love. i doubt he wanted to leave you anymore than you wanted to be separated from him."

home was not something he could offer her, not in the literal sense at least. "'m gonna touch you now, alright?" even with the question asked, he hesitates for a moment, waiting for some sort of resistance to the phrase before long arms are reaching forward to scoop her up and hold her against his frame. "'s alright. 'm right here." even after he has a firm grip on her, he doesn't move much - only shifting enough so that he can sit properly on the floor, leaning against one of the shelving units with her cradled on his lap. "never really had a place i would've considered home before," he admits. "was hoping once we got where we were going i could make one. wasn't picky about the destination either really. so this'll work too, you know? 'm not good at making things feel that way though. like home. you look like you'd be good at it though. making it cozy and comfortable or whatever. think you could help me?"

"aiyla, originally... i was spoken for, and i didn't opt for being involved on this programme, it was a shock and i'm sorry i didn't react how you wanted, you did deserve that special moment... i just had no idea." he'd say it again when she was sober, just to know she'd really heard him apologize properly. "aiyla, darlin' you aint my second choice." he laughed, head shaking. "you want me to go scream it out into the big wide void we're floatin' through? maybe say it daily for a year so you can acknowledge me?" he raised his brows. "tell me what it is i've gotta do to prove it to you, give me it straight." he couldn't help but roll his eyes. "yeah yeah, asher seems like just your type."

"you're right s'not fair, but that's what we're gonna do anyway yeah?" he was moving and she was coming with him, without a doubt, that was the plan, get her nicely resting, sleep this off, pay for it tomorrow. "n' you can sleep, and still be angry at me darlin', that's fine. we'll work on that part." he let out his own breath of relief when she leaned back into his chest, lifting her was easy too, carrying her was a breeze and far easier than trying to clamber through the hallways, so that's what he did, kept a scoop on her legs and let her ease into his chest. "lets get you settled hm? you can keep on telling me how angry you are, i'm waiting for the, you have a stupid face, crooked nose, you're mean, nasty, all of the insults, when do we get to that part?"

"...what?" she looked him up and down, but when she looked at the state of this place she relented. "i'm only coming with you because i don't want to feel like i have to help that android tidy this mess up. got it pretty boy?" her arms were crossed, even as she started to follow him. she imagined it was going to be something stupid or pointless, means of getting her on her own to talk since for the most part... unless it was to do with needing the tablet, eris had avoided him magnificently. "what is it that's so important that you came to find me, exactly? if it's that your fancy floor of riches has caviar, you can keep that for your exotic taste buds silas."

she shook her head, she couldn't, not right away. "he just left me-" he cried into her knees, her head still held. for a few minutes eden sat there and simply.. cried, until she could release her fingers from her hair, trembling as they still were and instead looked to asher. her pretty eyes streamed tears, her cheeks stained by them and the tip of her nose red from sniffling. "how could he just leave me? i'm responsible for all of it, for all of it." her trembling fingers didn't know where to go, to reach for him simply because he was there or wrap around her legs and hold herself. "he looks just like i remember him, so why isn't he here?" normally she'd understand, she'd be upset but she would understand... the alcohol in her system was just cruel.

"i want to go home now- i'd like to go home now." she was panicking, because what did people seek in their panic, but a place they felt safe? she felt safe at home, her home on earth, the plants she'd grow in her apartment, her height marked on the doorframes as she'd grown up, along with her brothers on the opposite, their photographs on the walls. nowhere here felt safe and that is what she was saying, trying to communicate... that she just felt really unsafe, uncomfortable, lost... and she didn't know how to find that safety again because that home was the only place she'd ever felt it before.

#elpida #elpida 025 #v. space #chats ⸻ aiyla #chats ⸻ aiyla & cade #chats ⸻ silas #chats ⸻ silas & eris #chats ⸻ asher #chats ⸻ asher & eden

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