#I am late but ion care

[jjunipter]

[TXT-LOG] BEOMGYU IN ASIA 🧸❤️ | he's a little cutie :[

[green-alien-turdz]

Hi, I know its been a minute n I don't really like that there is like one or two posts between this n my last 'i'm still alive' post. I'm sorry. I wanted to say thank you to everyone in general, but also the mfs who said some nice ass shit to me. Sorry I said some concernin ass shit n just dipped, that was pretty fucked. I never really had people care like all the people on here, so I ain't too used to havin to be more careful with the shit I do n say.

Thank you to everyone for the kind words, concern, n care. Comin back to see all of it made my fuckin heart melt. I know I'm just some dumbass postin south park shit on tumblr, but you guys are genuinely the most amazin mfs I've ever encountered. To the people who were in my inbox askin if I was still alive, I sincerely apologize for causin any stress or concern, it's not my intention. You guys are the sweetest people, and I'm sorry for doin that. I should prolly stop bein as vocal about bein so fucked, but I also like to be honest n I like sharin this shit bcuz I know mfs be goin through the same shit n bein alone in it feels fuckin awful majority of the time.

I am not well. I am doin very bad actually. There's a chance imma be forcefully medicated in the near future. Which is weird bcuz I used to always want that, I wanted to be fixed, but now I'm not sure for like a TON of reasons. One, ion wanna be changed (in a sense). If the meds take away or dull core aspects of myself, I will lose it further than I have already. Two, my parents raised me to never trust doctors or medicine, etc. Even though I do think modern medicine is a great thing, I still have my fears bcuz of how I was raised. Three, I fear the fuck outta what I will do. I know they warn that adjustment periods n shit like that can make things worse- but I literally cannot get any worse. If I do, I know I will not come out alive. Which bleeds into reason four, which is that I know, at some point, I would try n overdose. Handin me such a quick n thoughtless way to just end it is like the worst fuckin thing they could do. But whatever. Ion even know when it's gonna happen, all I know is that ion got a choice. Like, I'm pretty sure it's a situation that, if I don't comply, imma be locked tf up.

Uhh minor update shit- my cat came back home after almost a month of bein fuckin somewhere. She came back skinny, dirty, n sick, but she is slowly recoverin n I've never been more thankful. ED is still kickin my ass, but I'm forcin myself to at least have a fuckin soup I made bcuz I can't get shit done at work if I keep faintin or gettin injured. I have little to no time to do shitfuck, but still do random shit periodically before or after work. I actually redid my dresser n made some stupid ass video about the handles that I might post to youtube if I quit bein a pussy about it.

I haven't been drawin my fanart as of late- but I do want to. Imma focus on doin the requests I have bcuz I wanna give back the best I can. You guys stick with me through thick n thin. I thank you all so much. I'm sorry I'm always MIA. So my posts for a little bit are gonna be the requests n answerin all of my inbox. Ion know how long it'll take, but hopefully it won't get borin. I genuinely love makin things. I love drawin the shit I do n people findin some sort of connection to their lives or themselves. I just want people to feel less alone, less ugly, less whatever the fuck you feel. Each n every one of ya is fuckin amazin, so please don't forget it.

Imma stfu now. But I hope you guys have a good rest of your day or night or eternity. I'll be back to postin shortly, thank you for stickin with this shit show

[gothic-thoughts]

Keep Our Mouths Busy

Sanji Vinsmoke x Black Fem Reader Angst

DomesticAU, ModernAU, Drunk Sanji

CW: Sanji yelling and breaking a bottle, reader has oral fixation, banging on doors, anxiety/stress reliving tactics

TW: drunken anger

Word Count: 1196 (give or take)

Any French translated via DeepL

Sanji came back late at night, slamming the front door closed, startling you out of your sleep. You roll over in your shared bed and go to walk downstairs. You step off the last step into the living room to see his tie and blazer discarded on the floor near the front door and upon hearing soft cursing followed by the sound of glass hitting the marble countertop, you slowly walk to the kitchen.

"Il ne m'écoute jamais, putain(Never fucking listens to me).” He mutters, messily filling a shot glass with whiskey, “Jamais (Never does)." 

The slight sway of his body showed that this wasn’t his first drink of the night. He downs the glass in one gulp before slamming it down next to the bottle of whiskey before he picks it up, looking at the label and scoffing with a sarcastic smirk.

“Great... maintenant, je suis un putain d'ivrogne comme lui (now I’m a fucking drunk just like him)!”

He throws the bottle to the floor, making it shatter against the tile, shocking you out of your drowsiness with a loud yelp from where you stood in the doorway. Sanji turned to face you, leaning back against the counter.

“Have your lost your mind!?” You yelled, staying in the doorway to keep your bare feet from the sharp shards and alcohol littering the floor, “The hell is your problem?!”

“Qu'est ce que tu fais ici (What are you doing here?)”

“Why are you drunk, you were at work!”

He kept staring at you wordlessly, you don’t even think your words were getting through to him in this state. Sanji picked up the shot glass again, taking another sip as if it was still full before slamming it back on the counter. He clearly wasn’t in his right mind so you backed up a little, but he took a step forward, glass crunching under his dress shoes with his eyes still intensely locked on you. He clearly had no idea how scary he looked right now.

"Qu'est que tu veux(What do you want)?”

You back up again, stepping out of the kitchen, “In English, I can’t--”

"I said what do you want?" He snapped, slurring, “Why you down here so early?”

"First of all, Vin, it's 12 am," Your eyebrows raise, “Second who the fuck are you getting loud with?"

He stepped forward again, eyebrows furrowing. "Vin...? What are you talking about? My name is Sanji."

“Not when you're being a dick and breaking shit.”

He squints then struts towards you making you immediately keep your distance with tears burning your eyes, preparing to fall and your heart racing unsure of what he was going to do but he didn’t seem to care if he even noticed. He just followed you backwards, strides longer than yours as you hoped he wouldn’t have to hurt him.

“Tch, you think I’m being a dick?” 

“Yes, you are and I'm calling you your first name until you remember how to act right.”

He stops walking when he notices tears of frustration brimming your eyes, right before you jog upstairs, leaving nothing but the sound of your bedroom door slamming before locking it. He stumbles upstairs, gripping the banister tightly until he reaches the top floor then staggers and throws himself at the door, banging his fists against the door several times.

"Baby, open the door." His voice contrasts with his actions heavily, “C’mon, you can’t just lock yourself in there, open--”

“Stop banging on the fuckin' door before the neighbors call!”

"How was I being a dick, I barely said anything to you!”

"You actin' like you ain't break a whole bottle in my vicinity then walked up on me like we was bouta fight."

“I didn’t, I was just-- I just..."

"Ion even wanna hear what you think you did cuz why else would I be in here?"

"I'm... I’m not...” He stops banging, finally gaining some self awareness as he leans against the door, “I'm... merde, I'm scaring you--"

"No shit, so calm the fuck down."

"You know I’m not mad at you, cheri, right?”

"I'm not asking you what you're mad at, I'm telling you that you need to relax."

You could hear his quiet, shallow breaths almost like he was panting just to calm down. Part of you wanted to help and hold him but you thought it was best to keep your distance until you were sure he was calm. Your heart pounded in chest with each of his breaths until they became deeper and more focused. After a few seconds, he knocks softly with one knuckle like he always did, making you let out an audible sigh of relief.

"Mon chéri... I'm okay, now. You can come on, okay...? Please, I'm calm now."

“You sure?” You ask, despite already being at the door, ready to see a non-threatening expression.

"Yes baby, I promise..." He sighed. "Just come to me, please? I'm sorry."

“When I open the door, I’m finna slap you.”

"You can slap me all you want, chéri, I earned it. Just open the door for me...?"

You unlock and open the door, revealing your tear-streaked cheeks and bloodshot eyes to him as you anxiously chewed on the gold chain hanging loosely around your neck. His eyebrows rise with more worry but as soon as he opened his mouth, you slapped him across the face, turning his head and making his hair flip to the side. He slowly reached up to touch his face, feeling the spot that you had slapped while the necklace fell from your mouth when you opened your mouth.

“I....” You sniffle, “I thought you were going to hit me.”

"No, no! I would never hit you... I would never; why would you ever think that?"

“I-I don't know, you're drunk.” You fumble with the chain again, placing it back in your mouth, “And you smashed a fuckin’ bottle and you were yelling a-and banging on shit so I thought you were mad enough to--”

"To hit you, no. Never. I'm sorry, I was upset and I wasn’t thinking about my movements or tone."

He sighed, rubbing his hand over his face a few times. He stepped closer, slowly reaching to cup your face in his shaking hands, looking down at you with sad, apologetic eyes.

"But I would never hit you. Never... Never, baby.”

“I didn't know, you're usually flirty when you're drunk and I just assumed the worst when walked up on me like that.”

"Yeah, I know, but tonight I drank because I was angry, I didn't become it.”

You sniffle a little, trying to get over it but your heart is still racing and he could tell by the way you were still gnawing on your strings so he steps closer and gently pulls your necklace out before replacing it with his middle and ring fingers into your mouth and watching you nibble lightly.

“Don’t like when you chew on your chain, charmant(lovely). Don’t want you breaking it.”

He pulled you into his chest, hugging you while the thumb of his free hand effortlessly caressed up and down the back of your bonnet as he held your head. He kisses your forehead, breath still reeking of whiskey.

"I’d never hurt you." He said quietly against your head, “I’d never, please forgive me, baby.”

You nod against his chest, snuggling closer. After several silent seconds of lightly grazing your teeth just about his knuckles for comfort, you grab his wrist and pull his hand away.

“What even happened?” You ask

“The old man benched me again, this time for the whole shift and we had fight in front of the restaurant. Shouldn’t have taken it out on you though."

[whywhaatt]

"hey i'm bored" (isaacwhy x reader)

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word count: 2.028

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, hand kink(kinda), degrading, light choking

a/n: this is my first fic😜 i didnt proof read it yet so hopefully i didn't misspell anything too badly

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10 hours. 10 hours of sitting at this desk and playing on my computer. I've gone through almost every app or game that I have downloaded. I've checked every social media, watched the newest uploads of my friends, and I even read a random wikipedia article. It's around 2am now. I need to go to sleep. After turning off my computer, and taking my headset off and hanging it on the monitor, I walk towards my bed and grab my phone from my nightstand.

1:59 AM... god damn. I gotta fix my sleep schedule. Nahhh I know I won't. The lack of sleep is kicking in, it feels like 5 minutes go by of me just staring at my lock screen. Turns out it was just 30 seconds cus my phone automatically turned off. It takes me a minute to realize it, but the only reason I do is cus a notification pops up.

"wassup" - isaac💀

tf... it's 2am?!? Why is he texting me?

~

isaac: wassup

me: heyy

isaac: sorry it's late. im bored

me: bro i just laid down💀💀

isaac: can i come over? larry and tanner and annoying tf outa me rn

me: telling them you said that🗣️🗣️

isaac: bro pls. ion know if it's cus im tired but y'know how it is. i just need to get out of the house

me: yeah ion care, just let me know when you're here

isaac: bet

~

That was random, I guess Isaac's coming over now. He's been over before, but not like this. What if something happens? I'm probably just over thinking this. Am I shaved? Yeah, I'll be fine.

~

isaac: i'm here😜

isaac: weird emoji sorry

~

"Thanks for letting me come over, I needed to get out of the house" Isaac said, sitting down on my couch.

"Honestly, if I with all of those people I would have to leave all the time. So glad I live alone".

"Yeah well, I love them. It would be weird being away from them after this long of dealing with their shit." Isaac said, "So, what are we going to do"? I didn't think about that. I kinda just panicked for 10 minutes while he was driving here.

"I don't know, we could watch a movie or something?" I ask while tossing him the remote, "Move over, this isn't your apartment. I wanna sit". I sat down not too far away, but Isaac scutched closer and wrapped his free arm around me. His other hand had the remote in it, just scrolling through shit on Hulu.

"YO YOU'VE BEEN WATCHING CHAINSAW MAN"

"GOD ISAAC I HAVE NEIGHBORS"

"Oh shit sorry, I love Chainsaw Man. Have you seen me wearing that mask. I look so good in it man, look here I'll show you-". I had to cut him off.

"Isaac, I've seen the photo like 20 times. As much as I love how you look in it, I'm not looking at it again."

"Shut up and look at it" He holds my chin, forcing me to look at the picture on his phone. Damn. He is hot. I'm speechless. The fact his hand can easily grab my face like this, I wonder what else they can do. Looking up at him, my cheeks start to get hot a little bit. This eye contact is painful. I need this to go to more. My hand goes to the back of his neck, our faces slowly inching towards eachother. There's a pause, almost like we realized what is happening.

I close the distance. Just a light kiss, short and simple, but we both need more. Immediately, Isaac's hand pulls me in.

"God.. I-I need... you" I moan in between kisses. Isaac pulls back, and I whine at the loss of contact.

"What?"

"I can't tell if I'm just tired, but I need you so badly. Please Isaac." I am begging. BEGGING. For this man.

"You're so pathetic." He says right before kissing me again, this time more passionately, and his hand moving towards my neck. He squeezes softly, making sure it wasn't too much for me. I'm a moaning mess.

"Do you want to move to your bed?" Isaac questions before picking me up bridal style and carrying me towards my bedroom. My arms are wrapped around his neck while I'm looking up at him. I'm just looking at his eyes, he's so beautiful. He sets me down by the foot of me bed, so I'm standing with my arms around his neck. I always knew he was taller than me, but the height different is crazy. He looks twice my height, and he's still bending over to kiss me.

"Baby, go lay down. I'll take care of you". I almost moaned when I heard that. The things I would let this man do to me is insane, ever since I've met him the list has been getting longer and longer.

I'm laying down my bed, when suddenly my feet are pulled and my legs are dangling off the side. Isaac takes his sweet time pulling down my Nike shorts, teasing me slightly over my panties. I need him to hurry up and get straight to the point cus this is unbearable. Again, he slowly takes off my panties and just barely touches my pussy. The tiniest bit of contact makes me shiver and whine for more.

And like that, Isaac's eyes look up at me as he starts eating me out. He keeps looking and studying my every reaction until he gets the one he wants out of me. Remember when I asked what his hands could do? Well, I found out. As his tongue is focused on my clit, he slowly puts two fingers into my hole. I have to cover my mouth with my hand so I don't scream.

With his fingers thrusting in and out of me and his tongue working wonders on my clit, I know I won't last long like this. My eyes are stuck shut, with one hand over my mouth and the other holding his hair back. My thighs are practically crushing Isaac's head at this point.

"Isaac, I cant" I'm panting in between moans, "I'm so close". As I finish my sentence, everything stops. I whine and whimper, needing more stimulation.

Isaac moves from below my torso to standing at the foot of my bed. He slips his shirt over his head, leans down and puts me back into the spot I was before. Then continues to undress himself right before me. His body is gorgeous. I cant stop staring at him as he gets on top of me, kissing me softly. I can taste myself on his lips.

He breaks the kiss and slides my shirt over my head, exposing my chest. The cold air hit me all of a sudden, making me shiver for a little bit. It feels weird to be fully exposed to Isaac. The closest we've ever gotten to this is almost kissing on New Year's, but we both realized we've just had a little too much to drink and we backed off. I guess Isaac notices me thinking, cus he stops everything and looks down at me.

"Babe, you okay? You can tell me to stop at anytime, I want you to be comfortable" he says, it was the most serious he's sounded all night (well I guess morning). "We can stop if you'd like, I'm sorry I rushed all of this-"

"No keep going, I just got lost in my thought. Thank you for caring for me, Isaac." I pause my sentence to kiss his lips softly, "I'm having a good time". Isaac nodded and continued kissing my neck, leaving little marks every now and again. His hand creeped up, massaging my left breast, and his mouth making his way towards my right. When his tongue made contact with my nipple, I let out a slight moan and let my eyes close softly. My brain feels fuzzy, probably from the lack of sleep, but I love it. It feels like I'm high, but in the cringy "high on life" way.

"I have a condom in my nightstand" I blurt out, "but I'm on the pill so if you don't have anything you can go without it". His head perks up from my chest, looking almost as excited as a kid in a candy store.

"Really?" he asks excitedly. Yup, exactly like a kid. I nod my head yes and Isaac immediately moves to get himself into position. He lines himself up, looking up at me in my eyes, and slowly inserts himself into me. Both of our mouths fly open, releasing a string of moans and whines. Isaac was bigger than I expected, but he feels so good inside of me.

After a couple of second of staying still so I can get used to his size, Isaac starts to move. My hands move to hold on to Isaac's shoulders as he slowly moves in and out of me. I push his head down to kiss me to try and muffle my moans, but it barely does anything.

"Faster, please, please go faster" I beg, with our faces so close we're practically sharing breathes. His pace speeds up and my head relaxes back into the pillow. I can feel myself getting closer and closer by the second.

The room is filled with random moans or praises from either one of us, not being able to hear anything else. If Isaac didn't wake my neighbors earlier, then they're definitely awake now. Honestly, I could care less if I get a noise complaint.

"Isaac- Oh my- I'm- I'm getting close" I moan out between breathes. His hand moves from behind me to my neck, lightly choking me. My mouth flies open from the new pressure on my neck. Isaac, seeing the opportunity, takes over my mouth. Inserting his tongue and immediately dominates my mouth. I'm being so loud right now, and I don't care.

"Isaac, I'm about to- I'm 'bout to cum. Please Isaac. Oh my god please." I gasp out with the air I have.

"Do it. Cum for me, baby. You're so amazing" Isaac moans into my ear, loosening his grip on my neck a little. My nails digging so far into his back, they could leave scars. My head flies back, eyes rolling to the back of my head, and toes curl. A wave of pleasure rolls over my body as I cum with Isaac still going inside of me.

"Just a little bit more, baby, hold on for me. Please baby, you're doing so good for me." Isaac lets out as his hand lets go to steady himself on the bed, getting the pace back to how he needs it. While overstimulated, I try my best to hold tight for Isaac.

He's close. I can tell. Not too much longer, Isaac comes inside of me. All of his body weight crushed on top of me, feeling like a weighted blanket. A wave of praises came out of Isaac as he caught his breathe.

"Let's get you cleaned up"

-

After we took a very, very long and slow shower together, we laid down in bed together just cuddling.

"The house is asking where I'm at, Imma tell them I'm staying here for the night if thats okay with you" Isaac asks.

"Yeah, it's perfectly fine." I reply, "Random question, well two actually."

"Hit me."

"Okay so one: did you mean for this to end up like this? And was this technically a booty call or whatever?"

"Okay, first off I'm not liked that. But I realize it looks like it. Nah, I just wanted to hang out with you. It was just one of those late night and I'm bored situations"

"Okay, great, umm and two: what does this make us now?"

"Wow, umm.. hard question. I don't know. What do you want to be?"

"Maybe more than friends, I really like you Isaac." I confess, just staring into his eyes through the dark. He leans in and kisses me.

"Will you be with me?"

a/n: i hope you liked this:P my requests are currently open so make sure to leave some if you have any!!

[sheluvv-gambino]

okay before i start i just wanna say how much i love your fics. they got me giggling, twirling my hair, yelling at the characters, all of the above. love you!!!

(my first time typing a request i’m so sorry if it doesn’t make sense 😭🤚🏽) do you think you could do a fic with 1610 Miles and black fem reader who are in a happy/stable relationship, but Gwen tries to break them apart/get miles to hookup with her? then reader finds out and doesnt stand for that shit? like, we beat her ass. i’m tired of seeing so many fics where we just brush it off or yell at Gwen. LIKE, BEAT HER ASS GIRL.

"Oh word!?"

A/N : Yes I added Hobie in just because I absolutely love the man but I didn’t add him as the next romantic partner just because i feel like using hobie as a rebound is so icky.

pairings : Aged up!1610!miles morales x black fem!reader (aged up to 18 because what 15 year old his sleeping with someone under his parents roof.

summary : If it’s okay for Miles to cheat and hurt you then it’s okay for you to proceed with anything you want to do, no matter if a certain blondie with a bad bob gets in the way.

warnings : violence, cheating, weed, gw*n ( Yup she’s a warning in itself especially after the way she did my man dirty.)

There was nothing that Miles could do that would lead you to thinking that he would ever cheat on you until hangouts with Gwen became more frequent.

You’re not a jealous person by any means and you’ve never restricted Miles from having any female friends, you just weren’t built to have a pit of hatred here for another woman that has a friendship with your man.

You would be a hypocrite to not let Miles have any female friends considering how close you and Hobie were. Hobie has never and would never overstep on any boundaries, he respected you and Miles way too much to do that.

But what you were built for was not tolerating when another girl attacks your relationship like a pigeon finally getting access to bread after begging from strangers just to get food.

It wasn’t your fault that Gwen couldn’t find a man nor keep a man.

She took the only genuine friendship she had and used it against Miles just because of how naive he was in that friendship.

Miles had always been sweet to you.He never skipped out on dates and always made you a priority in his life even though he juggled being Spiderman, a son, and your boyfriend.

Miles truly let him be himself when he was around you. He put his full trust into you like you had done with him.

But with Miles being the most perfect boyfriend he thought he could be, he also realised the second he screwed up what he had with you just by entertaining Gwen’s antics which ultimately led to the two of them in bed together heavy breathing.

Of course you realised the second Gwen started acting different with Miles.

You had even talked to Miles about setting boundaries so that she understood her place in Miles life and not to cross a bridge she couldn’t come back from.

“Ion like the way Gwen’s been moving with you lately. It’s like she went from totally platonic to flirting with you with no care in the world.” You said whilst massaging Miles’ scalp as his lay on your chest.

“Are you sure? I’m pretty sure I would’ve seen it.” Miles responded.

“That’s because my love, you are not a woman nor do you have the mind of one. You don’t see the way woman move behind closed doors.” You looked down at him lovingly.

“Maybe your just overreacting. I mean Gwen would never do that. Do you not trust me or something?” Miles questioned with pure disbelief in his voice.

“Nah I didn’t say that and you know it. Of course I trust, why else would i be with you. What I am saying is that right now I don’t trust her and her intentions. I’m telling you now if you don’t dead that shit she’s gonna use that as her way into snake this relationship and hurt us.” You told him now sitting up to have direct eye contact.

“Okay I hear you, mi vida.”

He obviously heard you he just clearly didn’t understand you.

You were walking home from Miles’ apartment when you realised that you left your purse that had your keys inside as well. So you decided to just walk back to Miles’ as you knew he wouldn’t have mind.

You were just there thirty minutes ago what could’ve changed in half an hour

Apparently a lot.

Walking back into Miles’ apartment you took your shoes off to respect his parents rules even when they weren’t here.

You knocked on his door before opening it and walked in.

You weren’t ready for what was in front of you.

They obviously didn’t hear you as they kept up the action on his bed.

“Oh word?! That’s what we doing now? You got that bitch in your bed after I told you how i felt about what she was doing. How incompetent do you have to be to loose a three year relationship over a girl that clearly doesn’t even respect you or me!” You said calmly, you weren’t going to let them know the bubbling tension you felt in your heart in that moment.

They quickly gathered themselves and Miles pulled himself from Gwen and made his way over to you.

Before he could even stutter a half assed apology you launched over to Gwen who was putting her pants back on and dragged her by her brittle hair down to the floor.

You couldn’t even hear what Miles was trying to say, you pounded Gwen’s head in numerous times .

Although she was stronger than you due to her spider powers she clearly had never been a fight without her suit before.

She on the ground trying to cover her head looking like a cockroach that had just been found.

She was bleeding from so many holes that you had given her.

You pulled her up just to slam how by the ridges of Miles’ bed to make her back hurt.

All whilst this was happening Miles was just standing in the corner having no idea what to do.

Sure he had just had sex with Gwen but that didn’t mean she didn’t deserve that ass beating since she was the one to initiate her and Miles’s interaction after you had left.

Finally you had come back to your senses and let go of Gwen.

You booted her with your foot just to be sure you left Miles to deal with a bleeding mess.

“That’s the bitch you put over me, just remember that. We’re done you dumbass nigga!” You looked a Miles as you dusted of your hands and darter out the Morales residence. Even though Jeff loved you like his own he was still a police officer and you had just broken up with his son so the odds weren’t particularly in your favour since you had just beat up Gwen in his home.

As you walked back to your house from Miles’ for the last time you decided to text Hobie.

——————

“I am so bloody glad I popped over to your dimension.” Hobie laughed as he took in another drag of the joint the two you had lit up.

“Ha ha Hobie, yes me getting cheated on is very funny.” You glared at him and snatching the joint back into your hands.

“Nah I’m sorry lov’ i just weren’t expecting that is all, as cheesy as it sounds I’ll always be ‘ere for ya.” He said genuinely, slugging his arm around your shoulder to pull you in closer.

“Yeah, thanks Mr Hobart Brown!” You giggled, the weed finally hitting you.

“Oi!”

[aliceosemansolos]

I JS REALIZED ION HAVE A INTRO POST SO IMMA MAKE ONE.

MY NAME IS FRIDAYY!! IDC ABT PRONOUNS TBH. PERO LIKE THEY/THEM IF U CARE. IM A MINOR SO IF UR 18+ DONT BE WEIRD. IM WRITING A PODCAST CALLED GHOST TOWN, COMING OUT AT SOME POINT!! ON YOUTUBE!!

FAV SHOWS: SCOTT PILGRIM TAKES OFF, HEARTSTOPPER, OHSHC (OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB), SOUTH PARK, NANA, I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS, BROOKLYN NINE NINE, SHOUJO ANIMES, DOCTOR WHO, BOJACK HORSEMAN, YOUNG ROYALS

FAV MOVIES: HEATHERS, BUT IM A CHEERLEADER, IT (BOTH OF THEM), FEAR STREET (THE 2ND MOVIE TO BE EXACT PERO I LOVE THEM ALL), BRING IT ON ( ALL OF THEM OBVI), SCOTT PILGRIM VS THE UNIVERSE, JUNO, UP THE ACADEMY, TEACHERS, SPEAK, KARATE KID, GOOD WILL HUNTING, THE OUTSIDERS, I SAW THE TV GLOW, DEAD POETS SOCIETY

FAV BOOKS: SOLITAIRE, THE OUTSIDERS, HOW IT FEELS TO FLOAT, GIRL IN PIECES, SUICIDE NOTES, THE HEARTSTOPPER BOOKS, RADIO SILENCE, IT, THE CATCHER IN THE RYE, IF HE HAD BEEN WITH ME, IF ONLY I HAD TOLD HER, HATE LIST, YOUD BE HOME NOW, SPEAK, ACT COOL, A BREATH TOO LATE

RANDOM THINGS I LIKE: VINYLS, MUSIC, CDS, BAGGY CLOTHES, ALICE OSEMAN, DUMPLINGS, FASHION, ART, COLLAGES, MUSICALS, SWEET FOODS, BAKING, THE COLOR PURPLE ND RED, BLACK NAILS, POLISH MOVIES, MOVIE THEATRES, 80S AND 90S FILMS

FAV CHARATERS: TORI SPRING, ALED LAST, MICHAEL HOLDEN, KIM PINES, KNIVES CHAU, RICHIE (IT), BIZ (HOW IT FEELS TO FLOAT), HOLDEN CAULFIELD, TARA JONES, RAYNE SEPGUTA (IDK HOW TO SPELL HER LAST NAME), WENDY (SOUTH PARK), KENNY MCORNICK, EMILY (CLASS OF 09), SAL FISHER, JOHNNY (THE OUTSIDERS), LARRY JOHNSON, HACHI, NANA, SHINICHI, JACK MURPHY, FINNY SMITH(IF I HE HAD BEEN WITH ME-IF ONLY I HAD TOLD HER), CHOOCH BAMBALAZI, DANIEL LARUSSO, EDDIE PALIKINIKN(IDK HOW TO SPELL HIS LAST NAME), TODD ANDERSON, NEIL PERRY, MAX CAULFIELD

FAV GAMES: CLASS OF 09(THE RE-UP IS MY FAV), UNPACKING, OUR LIFE GAMES, BAD END THEATRE, SALLY FACE, RANDOM ITCH.IO GAMES, RHYTHM DOCTOR, STARDEW VALLEY, LAST SEEN ONLINE, OMORI, LIFE IS STRANGE

FAV MUSIC: RADIOHEAD, MITSKI, TV GIRL, ALEX G, THE SMITHS, ANY MIDWEST EMO, MSI, KIMYA DAWSON, THE MOLDY PEACHES, THE CURE, THE BEATLES, SUBLIME, FOO FIGHTERS, MOST DEATH METAL BANDS, CHELSEA GRIN(THATS METAL PERO WHATEVA), KORN, NIRVANA, THE POLICE, BAUHAUS, SIOXIES AND THE BANSHES, ALL GARAGE PUNK

FANDOMS IM IN: CLASS OF 09, SALLYFACE, STARDEW VALLEY, OSEMANVERSE OBVI, OMORI, SCOTT PILGRIM, BLUE PERIOD, FRUIT BASKET, TOKYO REVENGERS, KIMI NO TODOKE, NANA, PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING WITH MICHAEL CERA INVOLVED, AND PROB MORE I JS FORGOT

FAV PODCASTS: WELCOME TO NIGHTVALE, HELLO FROM THE HALLOWOODS, AND UNIVERSE FRIDAY

GO FOLLOW MY INSTAGRAM: ALICEOSEMANSOLOS‼️‼️

[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

Idk if the formatting will stay corrupted when I post this ask but it was mad regular when it was just sitting in my inbox?? but uh, Gods bless. I dont think I'm all that good at sub reader, and I may be ass at writing insecurities as I gotta be careful not to trigger myself lol, but I am gonna enjoy writing this thanks for requesting me beautiful (Also, I'm not much of a daddy person but I LOVE Master kinks.)

A/N: OMFG TUMBLR FUCKEF AND I HAD TO DELETE AND REWRITE EVERYTHINGGGG

I proofread like half of it yall imma do the rest in a couple days💀✋🏾

Fem!Sub!Insecure!Reader x Soft Dom Odin || NSFW lol || Breeding kink, Master/Slave use (ion know too much bout that dynamic lmao so you gon have to bare wit me), insecurities, and raw dogging (my staple)

Odin can't help but notice the slump of your shoulders, persistent ever since the other day. You'd gone to see Aphrodite for the first time, wanting to greet the entire greek pantheon personally upon your introduction as his wife. You left all smiles and laughter, yet despite saying it'd gone well, you possessed an air of sadness about you, and it's lingered throughout the week.

You sigh again, pulling him from his pondering. Your seat in the windowsill is backed by a view of the gray sky, ice cold rain pounding the glass. You have to be cold.

You jump upon finding your husband behind you, wrapping you lovingly in a thick blanket. The expression on his face is uncharacteristically soft, and in your heart you know he loves you... but why?

Why does he love you, when women as beautiful as Aphrodite exist? The lowest ranking goddesses glow with divinity, an inhuman shine to their very aura that you could never recreate. When you entered that room, you'd never felt more mortal. You were drawn to them, their beauty and grace calling out to you, leaving you with no choice but to gaze in awe.

You think you feel tears on your waterline.

How could he truly love you when surrounded by women like that?

"Women like that?"

You blink, feeling the warm tears slide down your cheeks as your face heats up. You didn't mean to say that aloud, by the gods. But it's too late now, and his simple question and deadpan face have broken the dams you worked so hard to maintain all week.

"Women like that! Like Aphrodite, like the other goddesses. They're beautiful my love, beautiful in a way I can't compare."

He tries to speak, but you rush over him, the snot filling your nose choking your speech and corrupting your voice. "How can you caress my scars when presented with unblemished skin? Look me in my eyes when theirs sparkle with such power? How can you even stand my voice! The goddesses of this forsaken place sound as lovely and hypnotic as sirens, even when their screeching at the top of their damned lungs!"

You cough, gasping for air. You hadn't taken a breath in that entire monologue. Your throat hurts from screaming, and at some point, you'd stood up and thrown away the cover he gave you. The cold air from the window spread goosebumps across your back, down your legs and arms. But it was fear that made you tremble, fear he'd see the logic in your words and leave you in the dust. Fear you'd walk the palace halls one day, haunted by the sounds of pleasure your husband brings out of other women, like so many wives here in Valhalla do now.

Your coughing dies out and leaves nothing but silence. Even your sniffling is quieted under his stare. The rain fades away and you find you can't even breathe as you wait for his word.

"I walk among these women everyday, yet you are the one I've chosen. Does that alone not set you apart from them?"

You blink at his tone– darkened with an unknown emotion, yet somehow still soft on your ears. His hand is on the small of your back, nudging you closer. The other cups your cheek.

"If you think yourself to be in a sea of gold, then you must be the diamond of the bunch. In my eyes, you shine brighter in your mortality then any divine being could ever hope to. Your scars are sweet against my lips, and your eyes as bright as the stars. Your voice is the one thing I bow to, my love, your beauty the one thing I praise."

It's silent again when he finishes, but you hear your heart breaking. Breaking for yourself, because how could you have been so blind? To ever in a million years think this man could do anything other than love you...

He chuckles, kissing your ear. "Say my name, Beloved."

Chaste kisses are placed softly about your face. Your forehead, your neck, your cheeks. And all the while you're crying, you love this man so much. "Odin..."

You try to pull back but find he's holding you to his chest. "Odin?"

"My name."

You blink, then smile. "Baby?"

He smiles into your neck, and you think he's having a rare cute moment. "Not that one."

Your smile takes on a confused twist.

Then, it hits you.

He chuckles again, this one filled with a bit of sadism.

"...Master?"

"Perfect."

In a show of heavenly strength you're transported from the window to the bed in the blink of an eye. As you sink into the bed, he tops you, fitting himself between your legs like coming home.

Your lips come together in a clash of lust and passion, the chastity of earlier long forgotten. Your hands tangle in his hair as he fondles you through your clothes. You could feel his hard on through his clothes, the familiar press against your heat filling you with... love?

Love... that's exactly what it was. You loved this, loved this treatment, loved to see your ever-quiet, ever-composed husband fall to pieces when he touched you. His stoic persona peeling back to reveal a man so head over heels he'd stomp on his pride in his rush to hump you like a dog in heat.

Hell, when he's fucking you like this, how could you have ever thought he'd leave?

Your right hand leaves his hair to help him tug at your clothes, the left sliding down to feel his muscles rippling under the skin of his back. He's finally gotten your chest bare, and latches onto the first nipple he sees, blindly working at the fabric to reveal the other tit. His battle-roughened fingers graze its peak, then pinch, hard enough to make you gasp and jump.

His tongue drags out similar sounds. Flicking the cute bud, circling it, right before sucking on it like it'd fix all his problems. Your fingers do away with his clothes with practiced motions as your eyes close, arching up into his touch.

You can hear him moaning almost silently as he kisses your chest, and you swear you hear him whisper, "Sweet."

You sigh at the feeling, at your adoration for this man.

He pulls back, and in the low light you admire the creases of his chest, the scars that litter his skin like stars in the sky. One hand parts your legs, spreading you open, admiring the sight of your clit twitching while arousal pours over your asscheeks to stain the sheets below.

His other hand takes your wrist to lay your palm flat over his heart. He's dragging your palm across his torso, over his heaviest scars, while rubbing electrifying circles into your clit. You tear up again as your legs twitch at the direct simulation. Even breathes turn to pants, and you feel your hips trying to rut into his touch. But your eyes never leave his. No, no– you hold his gaze and hone in on the feel of his skin on your hand, on the feel of realization like a new dawn in your mind.

"Do my scars horrify you?"

You can't tell if your tears are from pleasure or pain; the emotional kind. But they're pouring worse than the rain outside now, and you feel your nose getting stuffy again. "Of course not, my love."

He didn't mind the slip up this time. "If these do not cause aversion, how could your own bring you such despair?" Two fingers slipped inside you, and you gasp, fucking down on them instinctively. His thumb speeds up to match the pace of his fingers, and you pull him down into a kiss. His tongue tangles with yours, sucking on it and exploring your mouth. You kiss him back just as hard, running your teeth gently over his lips and tongue in turn.

"You are mine. You alone can see me like this. You alone can look at me like that, kiss me like that. I only want you–"

He smirks, and you think you're on the verge of cumming.

"Afterall, who else can take me so well? Who could look as pretty when I'm filling them up, watching my seed pour from their warmth? Do those goddesses beg like a good girl for me to stuff it back in? Present themselves as a willing slave, to be used until I've had enough? Until I've put a baby in them?"

Your eyes roll, your back arches, and the world turns white as you orgasm on his fingers. Trembles shake you, but big, comforting hands are working you through it so well. You rock into him until he pulls away, and despite the looming threat of overstimulation, you whine at the emptiness.

"Answer me, slave."

"N...no one, Master. No one except... Me."

You can't see it as your eyes are still closed, but he's smiling. Just a little, but it's full of more joy than a kid on Christmas.

A haze sits over your mind. His voice is the only thing you know now.

His thumbs take either side of your labia and spread you further, coaxing the juices out. He stares for a long time, unable to look away right up until his dick is so hard it aches. He forces his eyes to close, fumbling to pull it out. You both sigh when it slaps against your cunt.

"Please, Master... Cum inside me."

He looks up to find your eyes are just barely open and trained on him. His demeanor softens even more somehow, despite how out of place it seems.

"Anything for the prettiest girl in the world."

He slides in, fitting as though you were made for him. Your walls are warm and grip his cock like they missed it, arousal continuing to overflow and drizzle out, just barely able to slip around his cock. He puts a hand to your stomach, pressing down and make both your eyes roll as he feels how deep he is.

He thrusts– once, twice, rocking you, opening you up. From there on his pace builds to something fast and rough. Your nails drag down his back till blood is drawn, the pain fueling his manic humping. Screams of Master! Bounce through the air as he fucks you, drunk on the drag of his cock against your gspot. Your own hand goes down to rub at your throbbing clit as tears cloud your vision to the point of blindness.

When you arch, his hand is at the small of your back, helping you, holding you. Your bodies press together and you can't help but think, 'fuck. He's beautiful.'

You allow your eyes to close as a smile spreads across your face. Your husband is beautiful. So you are, you have to be,

"Beautiful."

Your eyes drift to your husband's face upon hearing his voice. Velvety and deep, and filled with roughness from his approaching orgasm. You laugh, a breathless thing. "You too, Master." You say, batting your lashes.

His chuckle is equally breathless, "'M gonna fill you up now, lovely girl. Take all of me."

An order, one you'd jump to obey.

You joined at the lips in a passionate kiss, your finger working your clit hard as the other hand holds the back of his neck. He holds your legs in a mating press and strokes deep, hitting your deepest spot before releasing inside with a shudder and groan.

You throw your head back as your own body freezes from the force of your orgasm. You're wracked by shudders and hear naught but the sounds of your own broken moans. You can feel him inside of you, spilling his seed for you alone to keep. It's warm, and you can't help but relax at the feeling.

Odin stays inside for long moments after, holding it in, before pulling out. You blink at the sudden loss, to exhausted to do much else. You let yourself be gathered in an embrace, lazily enjoy the soft kisses he presses to your face.

"In the morning, we'll shower. For now, we rest." You hum your affirmation. His arms are tight around your body. You have no choice but to sink into his embrace, sink into a deep, deep sleep.

Right before you drift off, you hear him whisper,

"I love you, my gorgeous wife."

You wish you'd stayed awake long enough to respond back.

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A/N: yes yes I know this and many other ask have been sitting in my inbox for months😓writing is hard okay?? And I am very very sleepy all the time. This was fun to write but god did I hate writing the smut. Ion know nothing about master kinks, I use them in my own lil way so the formal way is unknown to me😭but uhh, I hope you enjoyed, and requester if you see this I'm sorry🫶🏾🥹I love you🥲

[neonaughtager]

tag game!

fav animal: borzois,, wolves, most canids though im a big rat enjoyer as well

fav bug: all of them <3 but I especially like moths and worms

fav flower: lavender ion CARE if im allergic, i also like forget-me-nots and corpse flowers <3

fav drink: earl grey tea or mango loco monster, depends on the day

star sign: leo 4 lyfe smh

1 song on repeat lately: hhhhh i love OUCH! I play this every day all the time every day

current or last tv show: i have not watched a television program since 1493 but It's just about time for my yearly rewatching of Z Nation (10k my beloved)

last movie watched: i tried watching skinamarink, got bored n stoped like a quarter of the way in :/

ty @isawkenfor tagging me homie ur v swag for that, i am now calling to the stand (if u want) @ivyvanhelsing @madelinemccoolname @happyhippohugger @snalzhttps @theonlygoldeneye and @sleeepycinnamonroll

[aly4khq]

~ 𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅 ~

rapper!onyankopon x black!reader

summary: onya being a dick to you and you js being tired of it.

tw: cursing, arguing

lately, you and onyankopon have been fighting and shit hasn't been getting better whatsoever. he's been ignoring you for weeks, months even and you've been left to just do whatever. every time you wanna talk, he'll start pissing you off then leave so you gave up on talking.

night comes and you are in bed, your phone ran beside you. turning away, you look and see onyankopons name. with a huff, you pick it up, speaking annoyed into the call.

"what now?" he responded also immediately, no sort of love in his tone. just being demanding. "i need you at my house is what." before you could respond, three rings echoed around your room. he hang up. you curse to yourself and him before grabbing your coat, keys and your phone.

driving to his house, you thought to yourself, 'is this right?'. you knew it wasn't but this could make your relationship better. at least.

he opened the door to his house before you stepped in, "what is it?". taking off your slippers, you followed him to his studio. he shut the door before explaining, "listen, think my new song sounds plain. need something to add."

you shake your head and clasp your hands together in your lap before asking, "how am i gon help you?". he pointed to his desk, clearly answering your question. "gon bend over n i'll record your moans. show everyone how you beg for me-"

you scoffed before turning to him, "do i look like a sex toy?". his eyes widened before he folded his arms, "huh? what are you?-"

"you think you can ignore me for weeks then just think i'll come to fuck you? is that what you think i'm worth? Because you know that i know that you gon leave me after?" there was a clear annoyance and disappointment in your tone but you took a second to actually deep it.

"stop overreacting. it's just for a song. ion even ignore you." he remarked back, staring you up and down before looking back at his monitor like you had a problem; well you did.

"nah. i'm not doing this. you can't just do shi like that. 4 years we've been together. no sorry when i walked through the door, nothing. i love you onya but this isn't right at all. i'm not...fuck." you used your knuckle to wipe the tears that were begging to fall from your eyes.

"fuck's wrong with you? it's just a song-" you interrupted him. "i don't give two shits about the song! it's about us! this isn't fair, i miss you. gosh i love you! ion care about no song! i want you!" your voice cracked as tears came running down your face, you hands clapping at the end to show your anger.

onyankopon immediately noticed your tone and rapidly turned to meet you, his gaze catching your upset face. "hey hey hey- baby don't be cryin." he grabbed you softly, pushing your head into his chest before rocking you slightly. your sobs slowly getting muffled by your whines. "it ain't fair man...i hate being alone when i'm supposed to be with you..i miss you..."

onyankopon just melts at your words, realising how longs its actually been before sighing and holding you tighter. "m'sorry ma. i didn't mean it. don't cry." he wiped your tears before chuckling.

"i love you too. listen how bout we go out tmmr? i'll get you whatever. we can do whatever you want this weekend and for the next week." he makes a deal as you nod and agree. finally.

all you needed was some time.

[chaotic-rxses-zee-01]

Brown Sugar Kisses - Chapter One: Need You Bad

Warnings: a little angst, tooth rotting fluff, LOTS of tension. Basically hurt/comfort. Sorry not sorry 😌

Pairing: bangchan x fem!black!OC

POV: main character Mikayla.

Synopsis: Kayla see’s that Chan wasn’t himself, she tries to address it. Things go south. Lots of crying, kisses and apologies happen that night.

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“You haven’t been yourself lately. Have you eaten?..Is..is everything actually okay Chris?”

“I’m fine Kay. Why are you always worried?”

“You know why. I remember hearing 42 for the first time. You know you can’t ever go back to that..I’m worried not for me but for you baby.”

I never want him to be mad at me. But it somehow happened. He never was mad at me before. I guess I worry too much about him and he’s giving me a reality check-in. He leaves the studio rightfully upset. I head back to our house upset too. We sit in silence in the living room.

“Are we gonna talk about it.” He says. Not as a question but a statement almost.

“About what?”

“Why I’m ‘not myself’ right now. I thought you wanted to know?”

“I do want to know baby I, I just. Ugh, to me you work yourself over the limit. I know you’re doing what you think is right—and I know what you’re gonna say how you know you and all that. I just want to take care of you..please? Just this once can you let someone just love you for once!”

Silence leaked from the walls. I started to get choked up. He didn’t say anything. He just let me stand there, crying.

“You give all that you have to people—“ I wipe my nose and eyes again. “—why don’t you let others do that for you? They won’t hurt you! I, I would never do that Mí Corazon.”

“I give my all because that’s all I know. Work, do this, come out on top or be roadkill. I do that so people stay.”

“So you just worked yourself half to death? Dammit Christopher I just cannot get you to listen for once!”

Now we’re both crying, great. My eyes were fixated on him, his eyes glued to the ground.

“Do you hate me?”

“No. Why would I? You’re perfect.”

“Then why do you worry about me ruining myself. I feel fine.” He has something in his hands, he’s twirling it. My mind goes back to a horrible place.

“Now we can fight, ion care. You hit me, Christopher, we are done..”

“No, love why would I do that?” He finally looks at me with some kind of care in his eyes.

“I’d never hit you. Wait —don’t leave! Please..”

“You’ve said enough. I’m going to Felix’s.”

We kept going back and forth with each other as I left, him begging me to come back.

I text Felix as I head out the door.

“I’m heading over. Y’all got ice cream?”

He responded.

“Yes. Come on over. 💙”

He opened the door to me in a Nirvana shirt, sweats with messed-up mascara. I was still crying.

He hugged me tight “What happened? I’ll kill him for you if you want..” I laugh for the first time in a minute.

“Gracias Felix. Really.”

“Of course. You asked for Ice cream so…I got a gallon. Titanic’s on. Wanna cry some more?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Few hours later, 1:30 am

I get a call from Chris, “Hey love.”

“I’m sorry.” I say.

“I know. I am too. Come home, I miss you. No, I need you here. You’re right. I need a little pick-me-up right now. Please don’t hate me M.K.”

I start to grab my stuff and say goodbye to Minho. “Of course, I’ll be there.”

I hang up and tap a sleeping Felix “Ah- yea?”

“I’m going back home.”

“Did he call or..?” The doorbell rings. Felix opens up.

“He’s here Kay.”

We look at each other in what feels like forever.

“I’m really so—“ I cut him off as our lips met.

We walk back to the dorms. I sit on his bed thinking. He stares back at me from the other side of the room. “What is it?”

“I feel really bad about what happened earlier M.K.”

“I know.” I lay my head on his lap. “The reason I thought you would hit me is because I used to have this friend. He liked me and I didn’t like him back, so when I said no, I came home beat up because I said no.”

I sat up, regretted it. He wrapped his arms around my waist, looking at me.

“You’re worthy of all the love in the word love. No one will ever hurt you like that as long as I’m here.” Many kisses later lipstick stained his neck and collarbone.

“So, now do you forgive me?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well I’m going to bed and so are you. It’s late.”

“LATE?? LATE?!?? It’s only—“ He checks his phone. “1:45. Not late.”

I sigh. “There is clearly something wrong with you. Go. To. Bed. Please.”

“Fine, only because of you.”

Fin.

[kidge-planet]

survivor

Pidge angst!!

We know that pidge have been through bullying and that her family was the only thing she had… But then, Sam and Matt disapeared…What if she hadn’t been strong enough?

This is an angst fic, the subjects are su**de, depre$$ion and bullying (quick mention of bullying). If one of these subjects trigger you, pass your way!!!!!!!!!!!

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except FileNotFoundError:

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[...]

I don’t really know how to start… Well, if you read this, it means that im dead.

Sounds cliché and all, but it’s true, and im sorry.

I always give up at some point and I guess that I just reached my breaking point.

Times has been hard, lately. I mean, It has always been. But since dad and Matt left, nothing makes sense anymore. Their death seem so strange and I know you won’t listen to me, but I can tell that there is something that the Garrison doesnt tell us… I did everything I could to find it out but every thing I found were small pieces… The rest is missing and I did everything I could to figure it out.

All that to say, two of the only things that were keeping me alive left, you are now all that I have, mom ( and Bae’).

I tried to be strong but you know how weak I am. I can’t.

You know, im tired.

Im tired to be the weird one,

Im tired that other people take advantage of me all the time, I hate it.

Im tired to feel scared of mans,

Im tired of never standing for myself because im not brave enough.

Im tired of being scared,

Im tired to lose everyone I care about.

Im tired of my name,

Im tired of people calling me.

Im tired of myself,

tired of my body,

Im tired.

Im sick because of all that. It is to me the right reason to stop.

I swear, I tried so hard to change, I tried to be normal. But I came to the conclusion that you can’t change what you are. I will always be all that I hate, all that makes me tired, all that makes me sick.

Im probably not important to that world, less than I thought. You know, I really thought that I would do something amazing. But I guess that dad made me believe this. And he’s not here now.

I want to write every words to maybe live somehow, but meh, too lazy.

THIS is my last good bye to this freaking discusting world (That I hope will change).

I love you mom. You’ve always been there for me. All my tiny life.

Thank you for being a good person in this fucking world. Like, fuck everything and everyone, except you.

I hate it so much.

I HATE goodbyes.

But I guess it is for the best.

Im sorry.

I LOVE YOU,

-Katie

After reading this, Hunk turnes towards Lance and Keith that were behind him, reading that same farewell letter. Initially, Both Hunk and Lance wanted to have a revange on Pidge after she pranked them…

But they simply wanted to find an ambarassing picture of her… Not that horrifying paragraph...

They swore to never tell Pidge about that and gave up on trying to prank her…

sometimes, we don’t know a lot about our friends pasts… And sometimes, it better stay unknown.

A/N: this is my very late halloween fic! When I wrote it, I felt like it was a bit cringe but whatever... I still hope that you "enjoyed" reading it, even tho it is a litteral sui**de note----- Be careful about the ones you love, help people that are living a tough moment and of course, take great care of yourself! Never be scared to ask for help! Sui**de is never the solution and that fic does not encourage it!

[somacruising]

A White Future, Volume 2 Episode: Ion, Sync, & Florian Translation Part 10

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We’re ALMOST done! This is the second to last part. This covers Ion’s death and Sync’s reaction to hearing about Ion’s death. I’m considering making a PDF copy of this when I’ve finished it. What do you all think?

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“The future has many paths—”

Ion spoke those words for himself only.

He was now being ordered by Grand Maestro Mohs to recite the Planet Score.

If he recited the Planet Score, his strength would give out and he would surely die. That didn’t matter to him. Rather, his only regret was that he would not be able to save Tear, who had been affected by miasma.

‘I should have decided what I wanted to do with my life sooner. I had the means to save Tear, but I spent too long waiting…’

As a replica, I should live indifferently and then die indifferently. That was what he thought his true purpose was until he talked with Sync.

Ion had started to cry involuntarily after Sync had fallen from the deck of the Tartarus, with Van holding the strings of Sync’s life and death.

“…Ion, please don’t cry.”

Ion had been surprised to hear the concern in Anise’s voice.

“I’m not crying,” he’d replied.

“But, those tears…”

Ion touched his cheek and noticed for the first time that it was warm and wet.

“I guess I was sad... This is… the first time I've ever cried.”

Ion’s breath caught as he stared at the tears glistening on his fingertips. “I understand now... All this time, I had it wrong.”

He thought that he wouldn’t care when he died. He was wrong.

‘I’m crying the same tears that Luke did…why didn’t I notice them? As long as I live in this world, I want to continue to live as proof that I am who I am. I'm sure Sync must have also shed countless tears…’

Ion bit his lip, recalling that from that moment on he had begun looking for a way to die. He wished he had realized earlier that only those who live to the fullest can meet their chosen deaths.

Deep inside the Zaleho volcano, which had fallen into the Qliphoth, Mohs was waiting for him.

‘I already knew that Anise was being used by this man, but I could do nothing to help her. If I’d been more decisive, I could have saved her.’

In a cage in the corner of the Sephiroth, he could see her parents being held captive. But it was all too late.

“There is no time. Read it, quickly,” Mohs ordered, exasperated.

Ion placed his hands on the huge fonstone.

‘I didn't want to use my Seventh Fonons for this. Please forgive me, Tear, everyone—’

He quietly recited the Score. It seemed like a long, long time passed. Eventually, as his consciousness began to fade away, he heard phantom-like footsteps.

“Stop it, Ion! You have to stop!”

Luke grabbed Ion by the shoulders and shook him.

‘Luke, everyone…you’re here… I’m glad…’

Ion collapsed into Luke's arms. But he opened his eyes weakly and kept speaking.

“The light of the sacred flame shall approach a Kimlascan city of fon machines, seeking a way to purify the taint. There, salvation shall be found through the use of a forbidden power…”

“Ion! Stay with me! Don’t die!”

“Luke," Ion called out to his fellow replica. “That was my reading of the Score for you… A single path...among your many possible futures…”

Ion's voice was hoarse, but even still, he tried to appeal to him.

“I know you don't depend on others...but this was the only way I could help you.”

“Shut up!” Luke’s voice shook. “You've helped us out a million times! And you'll keep helping...”

Ion smiled thinly at Luke's tearful face. “Don't look at me like that. There are plenty of replacements for me...”

“How can you say that?! Those other replicas don't know me at all! You're the only Ion that went to the Cheagle Woods with me!”

‘Thank you,’ Ion’s smile grew. ‘Yes… I am the one and only me, and nobody else. So, I have a choice—’

“Tear, come closer…”

Ion turned his head, and when he saw Tear, he held out his hand. Tear knelt down and took it.

“I will...take the miasma from your body into my own.”

Ion gently squeezed Tear’s hand.

“But Fon Master, you'll…!”

Tear shook her head in surprise, but Ion continued to speak.

“The Seventh Fonons are drawn to one another. As my own Seventh Fonons dissipate, so will your contaminated ones.”

It was the only way. If he saved Tear, he would also be repaying Luke, his fellow replica who cared about Tear so much. Ion’s fingers clasped Tear’s hand, and their bodies began to glow. The purple-stained Seventh Fonon left Tear’s body. It converged straight into Ion.

“Don't you see…? This way…Tear is safe.”

His heart was filled with joy. Now he could see it clearly: the purpose for which he was born into this world—

It was not only to be used as a replica of Fon Master Ion.

‘I am here now for this instant. This is the future I have chosen for myself, a pure white future untainted by others' ambition. I am... happy...’

At that moment, Anise approached with her arms hanging loosely. Ion noticed her and crinkled his eyes.

“You don't have to watch over me…any more…Anise…”

‘Anise, you and I both had…circumstances beyond our control…I didn't intend to deceive you. In fact, it was more…’

A tight sob escaped from Anise’s throat. “I'm so sorry, Ion! I… I…”

But Ion smiled gently, as if nothing had happened, and kindled the embers of his dying life for the only words he would ever utter truly as himself.

“Thank you…for everything… My most…cherished…”

Time stopped.

He could no longer recognize Anise’s wild sobs, the faces of his friends, or the feel of Luke's arms around him.

Ion was gone, as if scratched out of existence.

* * *

Fon Master Ion’s death quickly reached Sync’s ears.

When it did, Sync immediately remembered his own fall into the Planet Storm. He thought about how good it would have been if he had been allowed to die in peace. However, Van would not allow it.

Lorelei, aggregate sentience of the Seventh Fonon, was inside Van’s body. Van had calmly taken the falling Sync into his arms and shared Lorelei’s power with him. The replica still had value as a pawn.

Sync was forced to live once again.

‘Ion…I’m jealous of you. Even if you did die like a dog.’

As a traveling Scorer, Sync gave forbidden readings to people while extracting replica data from them. Eventually, the replica land Van was building was going to be filled with replicas.

Would this mission last forever? It had better not.

If Van's ideal world came true, that would be fine, too. But Luke and Asch had the Key of Lorelei. The Kimlasca-Malkuth allied forces were also supporting them in their quest to defeat Van. They would settle the score in the Glorious Land of Eldrant.

While working for Van, who had put Lorelei to sleep in his body, Sync was observing the situation with wary eyes.

After Ion’s death, Sync felt his hatred becoming more and more focused on Luke.

‘It seems that even Asch has recognized that degraded replica...but the world still doesn’t recognize me.’

As if that wasn’t enough, Mohs was forcing another Ion replica to read the Seventh Fonstone. He’d kept a leftover scrap from the volcano in secret.

Van’s expression remained composed.

“I’m a better Scorer than him,” Sync muttered.

Van bristled at Sync's words, as the replica complained outside of the Absorption Gate.

“You, who agreed to erase the Score, do not have to take Ion's place. You can return to Eldrant with me and stop the Replica Luke’s incursion.”

Sync didn’t reply.

Van stopped looking at Sync, presumably preoccupied with keeping Lorelei under control before it could resume it’s rampaging.

‘Enough... enough already! Van, I’ve had...’

Sync bit his lip as hard as he could. The oozing blood spread bitterly through his mouth.

[swanmaids]

Elwing, 5 and 8

YAAAAAY

5) Social headcanons (what do they think of their friends/allies if they have any, what are they looking for in relationship, what people tend to think about them...)

What she wants in a relationship- to feel understood!!! That's the beauty of E/E, it's all about feeling seen and understood :')

I think the Teleri in Aman were very protective and fussed over her a lot, and while she appreciated the care, she's also fairly introverted and sometimes just wanted to have a moment to breathe!!

8) Made-up connections with other characters that weren't in the canon (friends, enemies, whatever)

Well we know that Cirdan tried to come to her aid but was too late :( and that he assisted building Vingilot but not really much beyond that!! However in my head they were very close!! She was his ward until she came of age and he thought of her often and always with lots of care and a deep sense of responsibility towards her. When he finally sailed he came straight to her tower and they had an emotional renion

Talking of the Balar-ions, I headcanon her as having a weird sort-of friendship with Celebrimbor, where he feels SUPER awkward approaching her for reasons that should be obvious, but he's often sending her somewhat over the top gifts, so it's like:

Cirdan: Congratulations on the birth of your children!! I bring gifts from my people, these are from Celebrimbor-

Elwing: hmph. What am I supposed to do with a pair of baby pearl tiaras? honestly-

Cirdan: shall I take them away, lady Elwing

Elwing: sigh. no I'll keep them. Just put them over there on the pile with the rest of the .... things.

[rv8yx0]

listen here u bitch, i don’t think u understand the love n respect i hold for cesar. and before u go all insecure, psychotic bitch on him, its not in the sense ur gonna be quick to assume. hes my best fucking friend n it boils my blood to see n hear how u drain him tf out. i watched him grow n geek over u months before u got together, to now overthink n stress over ur stupid shit. ion know shit abt ur relationship besides the things ive seen. i liked u for him after hearing the way he spoke abt u, he fell hard n his dumbass still is. its not fucking fair the way u walk over him. i stayed up late at night hearing him blame himself for ur issues, i tried knocking some sense into him but after the shit ur pulling, i realize i need to knock some fucking sense to u. take this as a threat or not idagf, stop mentally hurting my best friend. u may be his bitch now but u dont realize that imma be the girl in the first row at his wedding day watching him marry his true love thats not gonna be u, and i’ll be cheering him on. imma be there for him in a sense u wont ever, why ? bc im not insecure controlling bitch like u n hes gonna see that, ill make him see. i am not gonna standby watch the most genuine caring guy get his heart shattered n his mental scarred by a bitch who’s unwilling to open herself fully to trust n love. u dont love him. face it, u like the idea of being w him n being able to control him. i defended ur name without knowing u for the sake of saving the shit show of relationship u “have”. so imma tell u this aracely, u fucked w the wrong girl best friend. id drown in voids for that dipshit, i carried him to sanity when he lost hope, and ill carry him again now that ur his main cause. i get it, girl best friends can seem like a threat, i have not given u any reason to dislike me nor not trust cesar w me. im not a whore thats gonna fuck him behind ur back. i will never put cesar in that situation EVER. but what i am is a mean bitch who will literally make ur whole fucking world burn down n crack every single last drop of trust u have and i will enjoy it. bc girls like u don’t deserve loyalty. no wonder ur ex cheated, shit now i see why cesar thought abt it. i shouldn’t have held him back, i mean after all it wouldn’t have mattered bc either way u wouldn’t have trusted him in the first place. so fuck you aracely. when i hate, i hate. and ill b wishing u the worst of the worst simply bc ur unable to love my best friend the way he loves u.

[sashketter]

The Captain and the Senator Chapter 6 Footnotes

seela hirani - beautiful dancer (Twi’leki) (source) Full credit to the folks in the comments of one of my headcanon posts. I knew I didn’t want Rex to be the only one with a partner, but I would never have thought to refer to Howzer’s as seela hirani if not for those comments. Thanks, you lovely lot!

daesha - queen (Twi’leki) (source)

Once again, my deepest and sincerest thanks and appreciation to odekiisu for this beautifully rendered and written guide to clone armor.

Something something Riyo as Rex’s Moon Goddess through his belief in and knowledge 😉 of her something something kneeling as worship hence “on your knees” something something sex as both rapture or transcendent experience and just plain animal fucking something something we end with emotion equal to their sex acts ☺️

To wit, I think it’s important that Rex and Riyo don’t actually say “I love you” to each other. I don’t think they’re quite there yet. I think they care about each other a lot and want to pursue something together, but there’s a reason I wrote “begin a close relationship” (emphasis added) from the very start in the table of contents. I never intended this series to be the end-all-be-all of my take on Rexiyo; it was always just the start. And sometimes, I think it’s a doomed relationship because of where Rex ends up in Rebels, so I hope I’ve planted enough seeds for them to go in either direction by the series's end.

I probably should have pulled from specific examples of fertility and love goddesses to inform Riyo’s story of the Moon Goddess, but I think I’ve studied enough mythology as a former English major lol that I could gesture towards a believable silhouette without unnecessary detail. The point was to make the connection between coming and bonding; each word has several meanings that play on the other. The coming and bonding is literal and personal and social, but it’s not clear which causes what first.

Having all the other characters try to check in on them was a late idea. I think it’s useful to see how other characters react to a given pair. It keeps our interpretations of them honest, not just a tunnel-vision-of-love version. It also works like a Greek chorus.

When Gregor suggests that the clones go to Pantora for “a little action” of their own, I tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible 😉 but I also wanted them to acknowledge Riyo as a worthy partner for Rex and maybe hint at a little jealousy. Can you blame them? I stuck them on a desolate ice planet while Rex gets to rail a Senator on the regular lolol

According to Wookiepedia, Papanoida “fathered several children.” The three we meet in “Sphere of Influence” aren’t his only ones, but it’s not clear exactly how many he has. I’m gonna say less than ten but enough to make others worry for his wife or baby mamas lol because Ion, Chi Eekway, and Che Amanwe look around the same age.

I am of the firm belief that the clones have really quick recovery times. It grew out of Rex’s comment to Kix in “The Unknown”: “We were designed to withstand any stress.” It makes sense for genetically engineered soldiers to be able to tough any physically exhausting task better than the average human 😉

As such, there’s probably a good chance they like it rough. I mean, they’ll probably follow their partner’s lead, ofc, they were made to obey orders, etc., but I think they default to rough because of all the combat and action they see on the field.

I didn’t set out to make Riyo like it rough, too, but you know what, the cutest girls have some of the freakiest minds 😌 Take my word for it, I’m a card-carrying member lol No one ever expects me to talk about sexy shit, but here we are 😈

There’s debate over whether it’s “cum” or “come.” Technically, both are correct, but general consensus suggests “cum” is the more vulgar slang word. I alternate between the two to differentiate between noun and verb, “his tangy cum” vs. “I’m coming,” just so we don’t fall into a linguistic gray area where there might not be many context clues to differentiate between something like “come home” and “come hard.”

In fact, I mentioned this in my footnotes for Chapter 1, but I had originally intended to avoid all the old vulgar traps of “cock” and “cunt” and “pussy” and “dick” et al., and I think I managed it 🥳 But I made a concession for “cock” because it’s also a verb. Not that I have anything against “cunt” and “pussy” and the like, but I really don’t think Captain Rex and Senator Riyo Chuchi would say those words. I scandalized myself when I had her say “ass” lolol but “rear” and “behind” weren’t cutting it, and at that point, after so many rounds with Rex, can you really blame her for losing her senses? 😌

I really wanted to write out a kiss phonetically or at least approximate the sound of a kiss, but it turns out that it’s almost linguistically impossible! Most languages have their version of the English “mwah,” but that’s not really what a kiss sounds like, or at least how dictionaries want us to pronounce the word. This comment on Quora was super enlightening: “when you read mwah, you are meant to imagine (or even vocalize) the sound of that bilabial air-sucking click. This is not unlike tsk, which the dictionary attempts to pronounce as tisk, but which is really meant to represent the sound you make when, for example, you think what a pity or try to entice an animal to you.” Do it, imagine calling a stray cat to you. It’s the sound of a kiss! But no one reads “tsk” like that. So, I just opted for the word instead.

I’m still on the fence about giving Riyo a pair of gold blasters, smaller versions of the ones Papanoida wields in “Sphere of Influence,” because it feels a little OOC for her, but I like the idea of Rex and Riyo influencing each other. He gives up his pauldron, his rank, after she tells him she’s stepping down from the Senate (see how I set that up 😌), and he takes a chance on her by chapter’s end. I think if Padmé, the character we keep comparing her to, can believably engage in “aggressive negotiations,” so can Riyo 💪🏽

This chapter could’ve gone longer with Rex giving Riyo head while fully kitted, and honestly, ain’t that the dream 🥵 But I was already at 7.6k words 💀 and had written oral in Chapters 2 and 5, so I decided against it. And I love ending with “on your knees.” 😉 One day, I’ll work on someone getting off on pressing Rex’s arm plates on their bare torso while he gives them oral 🤞🏽🤞🏽 I can’t tell y’all how often I think about that lolol

I actually had some reference gifs and videos for Rex and Riyo’s positions (I didn’t for Chapters 2 and 5). Warning: porn ahead! For round one when Riyo’s on top, there’s bibbidi, bobbidi, boo. For round three when Riyo squirts for the first time, this is what I had in mind for the start. And for the start of round four, this between 7:16 and 8:17 is actually a bit of a favorite (it links to PornHub, so proceed or not with caution).

[tulipashesformulch]

Im proud of myself for not getting too irritated with this lady who approached me while I was shooting hoops outside. I live in a complex that has a few basketball courts and they keep the lights on till 3 am. So I figured it would be cool to shoot hoops for a bit cus I do that sometimes cus ion like being out there during the day and the courts are full of kids playing ball and I wanna let them do their thing.

Lady approached me and it like “you know what time it is right?” I’m like yes I do. And she starts telling me that people that live near the courts have work and starts speaking for all of them and gets kinda annoyed and I’m like lady I get it but not the whole block is talking to me, you’re talking to me, so let’s keep it an us thing. And it was overall a whatever thing but she was like “last night someone was playing till 3 am it was insane.” And that was me and I was only out there for 30 minutes and it was at like 1. Def wasn’t out there till fuckin 3. I told her I wouldn’t play late no more. I’ll probably hoop on the weekends at night but I’m not tryna get reported on and get complaints and have that affect us living here. Just pisses me off that I can’t hoop at night now. I told her that I want to be approachable and i said my bad I didn’t know it was bugging people. We have those shitty metal windows that don’t block out much sound so I guess I should have though about that. But it was just fucking annoying. I love hooping at night. I don’t like the day time and people making me anxious so I liked the idea of hooping by myself at night. But whatever. She made it sound like the whole block was bitching about it and I’m not tryna be that neighbor so I went inside. I’m gonna keep my word. It’s just whack. I want to be mad at her but I can’t be really. The windows around here are ass and you can hear a lot of stuff outside. So I understand her and why it bothered her and I’m glad she came and talked to me instead of complaining to management. She was kinda rude but kinda not. I was aggressive but not like rude. I kinda snapped myself out of it before I was too mouthy because her reasoning was justified. Tempers run in my family but I don’t get aggressive towards women or kids never that. That’s not my get down. My mom raised me better than that. My tone still probably sounded aggressive but my brain was racing a mile a minute and it was alot for me to process. But she told me it bothered her so she wanted to come talk to me. I get it. Fuckin yaaaaargh but I can’t be mad for real. I gotta remember I’m in my 30’s, I’m not the only one living under my roof and this is a very large complex and I’m not trying have people not like me cus I don’t wanna be out of a place to live.

I don’t care much to make friends here but I certainly don’t want to be bothered with problems either. It’s whatever.

I just wish we had better fucking windows.