#I hope theyre doing somewhat okay

[cconfusedkat]

same person who gave you a reality check, not to be rude or anything, ill leave you alone after this fs.

i never said english was your first language, i just wanted to point that out.

in all honesty thank for for owning up to that! i appreciate it, i understand you get caught up in the moment and so do i. i get it (trust)

ty for being so nice abt it, i just needed to get that off of my chest ig and yes, i say a lot about airis, that being because they’re my best friend, i didn’t want to be biased because they’re are a close friend of mine. sorry if it seemed biased to you,

i just couldn’t stand to see this happen to my bsf.

thank you again for owning up to your mistakes and being nice about it

Its okay, i misunderstand for a second

I quite literally overshare a shit ton, im already doing that now too ,so all those words i said were rlly hypocritical and thats why taking my meds earlier made me realize a bit more—it wasnt fair for me to bullshit on airis (i keep misreading r/g together) cuz i do the same things, and i know theyre already doing horribly enough as is so that served as another reality check of "oh. Yeah okay. I got a bit too angry at a child on the internet for literally venting and i shoved my whole nose up in their business instead of ignoring it" 😭

It didnt seem biased, even if it was, youd still have a right to defend them,, i wanted to make sure to keep my mouth closed here and listen since i (verbatim) didnt have anyone to Genuinely point out my bad / lack of wording

Of course, i want to be held accountable for my own actions, id hate to play the "oh im the adult here" card and act as a know it all yk,,, we all make mistakes and it takes more than three people to point out another persons wrongs (er if that makes sense? I meant it since two people went here in my ask box (you and conan) and i hope thay made sense oops,)

[emulation-0]

lets be honest.... im never gonna color this.... have it in its rawest form </3

[ID: The first image is of Tsukumo Yuki and Uro Takako from Jujutsu Kaisen. Yuki has her hair in a ponytail and wears a black turtleneck t-shirt tucked into light-colored cargo pants. Takako wears a sheer light-colored blouse, a dark-colored jacket over her shoulders, a dark-colored palazzo, and sandals. She also wears thick hoop earrings and a black choker. Both of them are sitting on a train. Takako has her arms crossed and her legs spread slightly as she leans against Yuki's shoulder and sleeps. Yuki's back is leaning against Takako's body and her head rests on Takako's. She is also sleeping, one leg on the train seats and the other on the floor. Her mouth is slightly open. Both of their roots are growing out.

The second image is a close-up of the two of them.]

[apple-os]

ppl who like making friends solely with one-note cardboard boxes who will hang out with them when it's convenient and never open up about who they are as people and what their lives are like dni

[finely-tuned-line]

RP:

PRIVATE TRANSMISSION

FTL: Doubt's Dichotomy. I am here to inquire about something related to your area of expertise. If you choose to answer, that is.

FTL: My inquiry is: what information do you have related to the Ancients' traditions and practices of duelling?

FTL: I was conversing with someone I... know, he brought up his interest in the subject, I offered to ask you, the sole specialist that I am aware of.

DD: ...

DD: duelling?

DD: according to my data, only about 67,9% of individual ancient cities had the tradition of duelling in some way

DD: most of them (31,2%) stuck to the typical 'first one to die loses' standard, with weapons limited to archaic ones (such as old explosion-powered guns and swords of all sorts)

DD: the second in popularity was using modern weapons (24,4%), which is usually defined as 'any weapon thats not archaic'. also typically with the 'first to die loses' rule

DD: third was weaponless (9,61%) - fighting directly, hand-to-hand. this one is mostly 'first to bad injury', i think because its harder to kill someone with no weapons

DD: fourth were duels of wit (2,46%). problems to be solved mentally, first to solve the problem correctly was the winner

DD: the last 0,23% were outliers... some odd things happening there

DD: my favourite is that one city that dueled mentally. not wit. but staring at eachother, fully believing that they were somehow hurting the other with their minds. thered be narrators describing all the 'action' and all of their 'tactics'. first one to pass out from the continued concentration loses. the one that loses would get ridiculed for 'not having good enough shields'

DD: the other outliers included things such as duels of skill (highest percentage amongst outliers - 0,12%, duels of performance, and duels of games

DD: usually someone was challenged to a duel for marriage, honour, entertainment/boredom, or revenge

DD: though thereve been records of odd duel conditions... such as the one where the ancients duelling were bitter rivals, and the agreement was the the loser would belong to the winner for all of their next life. the pearl i got that info from is... phrased weirdly

DD: duels were rarely ever called, it was typically seen as an indecent thing. didnt stop anyone from enjoying them tho

DD: that enough info?

FTL: Yes, thank you Doubt's Dichotomy.

DD: great, now fuck off. dont tlak to me.

FTL: I believe that Echoes of a Paradox is worried about you.

DD: good for them

FTL: Do at least talk to them. Don't pull the same thing that I did.

FTL: Though I suppose that circumstances are different. My situation had many factors, and I do still feel that I was justified in my leaving. I do not know what your situation is right now, so I cannot effectively compare.

FTL: I will utilise my rank if necessary. I... I am the Senior now, I have responsibilities.

FTL: Doubt's Dichotomy?

FTL: I'd rather you didn't abandon a conversation midway-through.

FTL: ...Alright.

FTL: Thank you once more for the information.

[vraiao]

I LOVEE YOUR NEWEST FIC!!! YOU ALSO WRITE AMAZING WITH ANGST!!

OKAY,OKAY!!! its really embarrassing to type it out but the idea i had is, a virgin inexperienced reader x kaeya(or any genshin men) like theyre teaching them how it works and how to pleasure themselves, I HOPE YOU ARENT WEIRDED OUT BY IT HUHU

(i really like your writing so im sure whatever you do with this idea, its gonna be👌🏻👌🏻)

-‼️ anon

i will try my best to write this but i’m a horrible smut writer so here we go😋😋

✰ . fingering, creampie, virgin!reader, experienced!kaeya, fem!reader, smut, rough, unprotected, overstim(?)

smut below the cut !

being your older brother's best friend, kaeya had always seemed to have a thing for you. spending a lot of time over at your house, he was always trying to give subtle hints, whether it be occasionally brushing a hand up against your thigh whenever he got the chance or pretending to pin you up against the counter before reaching into the cabinet above you for a cup with that typical devilish smirk on his face, but you were just too oblivious!

on another night of sleeping over at your house, kaeya found himself rather restless this evening. it was late, and the whole house was quiet, sleeping. unable to sleep, he quietly opened the door to the guest room to make his way downstairs to get a glass of water, but his thought process was interrupted when he noticed a faint glow from under your room door. sensing an opportunity, he strutted over.

gently knocking twice on the door, he waited a couple seconds and opened the door to your dimly lit room out of mild impatience before you could reply. noticing him walk in, you sat up and set your phone to the side, sleepily blinking at him and speaking in a somewhat drowsy tone. "kaeya? do you need something?" you said.

he shook his head, "no, just can't sleep." not bothering to wait for you to say anything else, he walked over to your bed, sitting next to you close enough that his shoulder was pressed against yours and looking at you with an unreadable emotion in his eyes. "what are you up to?" he asked.

the close proximity between you two woke you up, and you began feeling slightly nervous. your eyes darted in any and every direction that wasn't his, and you hesitated before you spoke. "nothing, really.." you muttered. he responded with a simple hum and a nod, not once taking his eyes off of you. your eyes remained elsewhere, devoid of any contact with his until he suddenly placed a gentle hand on your chin, redirecting your gaze to meet his. with a faint grin on his face, he leaned in just a little closer and lowered his voice to a tantalizing whisper. "what's wrong? you nervous?"

with his hand still firm on your chin, trying to shift your gaze from his piercing indigo eyes was pointless. too close, you thought. your heart was beating so rapidly that you felt it would jump straight out of your chest at any moment. you bit the corner of your lip, unsure of what to say and fearful of fumbling your words and looking like a klutz. "no," you responded, voice hardly above a nervous whisper.

feigning innocence, he tilted his head to the side, devilish grin growing wider by the second. "oh, really? well it sure seems like you are." just then he let out a slight chuckle, and before you could fully process what was happening, he closed the distance between you two and pressed a gentle kiss on your lips. the initial shock from this sudden contact made your eyes widen and you hurriedly placed a hand on his chest to attempt at pushing him away, but you didn't really try because it wasn't like you actually wanted him to stop.

letting your hand fall back to your side, your eyes began to flutter closed with his lips still pressed against yours in a heated kiss. he suddenly pulled away for air, softly panting while he gazed at you. you panted as well, trying to catch your breath when the realization of just what you two were doing hit you, so you began to speak. "wait.. we shouldn--" he cut you off, placing a finger on your lips in a shushing motion as he began to speak. "shh,, it'll be fine. let me take care of you. i'll be gentle.." he said as he leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours once more.

he moved closer, shifting himself to hover above you. your hands shot toward his hair, fingers tangling between his soft blue locs and he placed both of his hands gently on either side of your waist as your legs instinctively snuck around him. he pulled away for a moment with a grin. "eager, are we?" he teased, giving you no time to respond as his lips crashed onto yours once more.

his satirizing words rendered you flustered and you tried to move your legs away, but you felt him grin against your lips as he placed his hands against your thighs to keep them in place. patience thinning, one of his hands slid down your thigh and began tugging at the hem of your panties. you then panicked, a hand swiftly moving to grab his wrist to immobilize his hand from going any further. you pulled away, taking a few heavy breaths before you spoke, "wait..! I've never-" but kaeya interrupted you before you could speak.

another sly chuckle and you began to feel so embarrassed. your eyes darted in another direction and your hand lightened its grip on his wrist as the already overbearing red on your cheeks just seemed to grow. he grinned, reveling in the way he was making you feel. "don't be shy, love," he placed a gentle yet fleeting kiss on your lips, "i'll teach you," he whispered. he began placing featherlight kisses on your cheek, trailing them down to your neck and collarbone while leaving occasional nips between his firey trail of kisses.

he was much gentler than moments before, moving with less eagerness and such. you released your hand from his wrist and he began to move it, tugging lightly at the hem of your panties and pulling them down, the cold air of your room hitting your sex and sending a light chill down your spine.

he absolutely drunk in the sight of you. your hair disheveled and breath heavy while your face was flushed a deep red. he moved his hand down, a finger teasingly prodding at your entrance and causing your pussy to convulse and clench around nothing. he grinned, harshly nipping at your neck before he finally dipped a finger into your cunt. you let out a shaky breath as he began to move his finger back and forth at a not-so-fast yet not-so-slow pace. you were practically dripping already-- both of your hands tugged at his hair and you whined, bucking your hips forward into his hands to try and feel more friction.

taking this as an opportunity, he slipped another finger in with no effort. you were met with a stinging feeling that was quickly overshadowed by the pleasurable feeling of his fingers filling you up as he increased the speed of his hand, and the utterly lewd sounds of his fingers scissoring in and out of you turned him on even more. the growing tempo of his fingers fucking you was sending you over the edge. "you like that?" he said softly. you tilted your head back, eyes fluttering shut as you whined and whimpered a series of incoherent phrases, along with the occasional spill of his name, all while trying to keep quiet as to not wake anyone in the house. noticing your head flying back he used his other hand to grab your chin, redirecting your face and placing a sloppy kiss on your lips before speaking. "eyes on me, love," he said.

you started to get the feeling of a tight knot in your stomach that was going to snap at any moment, and kaeya could tell that you were close from the feeling of your cunt pulsing around his fingers. he increased his finger's momentum, pressing his thumb against your clit and massaging it. every little sensation set your senses ablaze and before you knew it, you were cumming all over his fingers with a hushed moan of his name spilling out of your lips.

your mind was spinning, and your breath was heavy. feeling somewhat unsatisfied, you wanted more-- and it seemed kaeya was on the same page. after you took a moment to catch your breath, he grabbed your chin with his clean hand, fingers that were just digging into your core suddenly invading your mouth. "clean them off for me, yeah?" he said with a wide smirk on his face. obediently, you began licking and sucking at his fingers, the taste of your mess spilling into your mouth. it was so filthy, but you couldn't help but enjoy it.

seconds later, kaeya pulled his fingers out of your mouth, momentarily still connected to your lips by a string of saliva before he moved his hands toward working away at his pants. pulling them off and discarding them, outsprung his already leaking erection. your eyes widened and for a moment you wondered how that was even going to fit in you. lining his tip up with your entrance, he wrapped a hand around his cock, coating it with your slick and saliva that remained on his fingers, and giving it a few pumps before beginning to slowly push into you.

already losing himself, kaeya leaned in, breath tickling your ear as he spoke in a low, husky tone. "do you know.." he groaned, pushing further, which caused you to whine, "how long i've.. wanted this?" you squirmed, and just then his hands moved to your waist to hold you still. he let out a low growl when he fully bottomed out in you, head drooping low with heavy breaths. "fuck," he muttered, the feeling of your tight hole milking him before he even moved already sending him to space. it hurt. it hurt so good and you couldn't seem to really care. yes, there was an overbearing stinging feeling, but the feeling of him filling you up so wholly, so completely-- it was enough to make any of the pain feel like a simple pinch.

he gave you a look, practically begging and pleading for you to let him start moving. when you finally responded to his eager look with a curt nod, he placed a sloppy kiss on your lips, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as he pulled his hips back, leaving only the tip remaining still in you before he snapped forward, instantly bottoming out again and causing you to whine loudly into his mouth. he pulled back again and again, each time pulling out less and moving back in faster. he pulled his mouth away from yours, your tongues connected by a thin string of saliva as his tongue lolled out of his mouth followed by a string of pants and moans leaving his mouth.

tugging and running your hands through his long, soft hair, you tried your hardest to keep the volume of your moans and whines to a minimum, but it was so difficult. in an attempt to quiet yourself, you used the arms wrapped around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, burying your face in the crook of his neck, your warm and rapid breaths tickling his skin. in response, he began another trail of kisses and bites along your neck, only making you whine further. you were still so sensitive from just moments ago, but that made the things you were feeling all the better.

you could tell he was close, because his rhythm grew sloppier and he was hardly pulling back in between thrusts. not only that, but he was also incessantly whining about how he was going to cum&lt;3. you couldn't even think, head thrown back and moaning his name at the top of your lungs like it was a mantra. you're not sure when, but somewhere along the lines of him fucking your brains out, you stopped caring about the pitch of the lewd noises leaving your mouth. just know that tomorrow's breakfast table will be awkwardly silent. you began to feel that familiar knot coiling in your stomach once more, and the increasing quantity and incoherentness of your moans was a sign enough to let him know of that fact.

with a few more quick snaps of his hips, you let out one final cry of his name and snapped, orgasming all over his cock that was still pistoling in and out of you. feeling your cunt squeezing and pulsing around his dick, he was quick to follow suit, groaning as his hot, sticky cum spilled into you, painting every inch of your walls a creamy white. his thrusts slowed, riding out his high before he came to a stop, cock still sheathed inside of your hole as he panted, resting his forehead onto yours while you panted along.

the room smelled of sex, and the air was humid. you were both spent,, or at least you were. he didn't seem to be done just yet. "you can go another round, right baby?" there's still some things i wanna teach you."

a/n!! this is probably not how you wanted it but I was kind of just going with the flow so i hope you enjoyed it!! <3

[nexahexagon]

“Helsknight, do you mind if I ask why you’re writing now? It’s dark.”

“I do mind.”

…

“Why are you out so late, Your Majesty?”

“I- um. I like to walk around the garden before bed.”

“Hm.”

“It’s relaxing.”

“Your brother said no nighttime adventures, you know. Sneaking out?”

“I wasn’t-“

“I’m supposed to drag you back inside.”

“… are you? Going to?”

“I think a walk is what I need right now.”

“Oh. That’s- okay. I can walk with, if that’s alright.”

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@silverskye13

Your honor theyre in my brain. They’ve infiltrated and based in my frontal lobe.

The last (somewhat) colored pic was meant to have a [the night before…] box but I forgot,, and I’m on my phone now so I can’t use procreate to fix it,,, and this was all an excuse to draw Tanguish in armor ngl. I also just like writing silly dialogue but I’m horrible at writing the scene around it so I have to settle for images like this.

Also, I like to think Helsknight was just being dramatic in the last image. He just kinda,, forgot his hair was up. But he does find time valuable. And I think Tanguish doesn’t fully take it to heart in that moment, it was just a fresh memory, so he decided to give it a go (hence the “don’t make me change my mind”) but it’s a push start to them getting closer? Maybe?

And Tanguish has his own private garden because he needs one. He gets anxious and overwhelmed and a nice walk in a lush, tall, private garden with a cool breeze to wind down sounds wonderful. So he has a garden. As a treat. The background is super rushed as well so don’t mind the colors and flowers I just kinda meshed it together in like 15 mins.

And. I think Tango is only a little jealous of Tanguish “listening” to Helsknight more than him. And, maybe a little petty or dramatic abt it. Just a little.

I really hope y’all can read my writing I apologize I just like the silly shapes

[jakeromanoart]

How do you make your color palettes?? theyre literally gorgeous, I've been trying to do more bright "clashing" colors but they always clash too much

hi!! i may have posted this before so sorry if i sound like a broken record. i have three different ways i find palettes for my art.

method #1: sample from my own art is it because im lazy? yes!! a little bit!! but does it also work and give me a jumping off point for my art while keeping my art looking cohesive?? also yes!! i know of 4 recent paintings that all sampled and referenced each other. i'll post them below

if it aint broke dont fix it! also if youre experimenting with color and things just arent looking great go find an artist you like and sample from them. i dont condone copying or tracing art but drawing inspiration from your favorite artists by eyedropping their paintings so you can learn from them is in the okay zone for me.

method #2: just straight up using my favorite colors CONFIDENTLY i created this palette and i literally sample from it every time. i think a big part of making color look good is just being confident. if you zoom into some parts of my art there are definitely instances when things clash but i actually try to lean into those instances bc it creates a sort of unique eyestrain look. colors dont have to always play nice for a piece to work

i always use at least three colors from this palette to start (feel free to sample from this if youd like)

method 3 is kind of a last resort but it does the trick in a pinch: i take my reference picture and pump the colors WAYYYY up then sample from that. for this painting in particular i wanted to include a lot of green. admittedly green palettes are my worst enemy so i relied on this method to help me out here:

i like this method especially with my ref photos of nature because often i find that natural colors hardly clash and there are many harmonious undertones hidden beneath what at first glance looks like "just green" or "just brown" . pumping up the saturation with a photo editing tool brings all those hidden colors to the surface while keeping them somewhat harmonious

i hope this helps a little bit! ive never taken a color theory class or anything so i wish i could give more technical advice about color relationships and stuff like that but mostly i just.. use the colors that i love most, which may be a good place to start ⚡

[the-lonelyshepherd]

"fanon lottienatters please stay away from me" oh!! shots fired!! 2,000 dead, 10,000 injured!! BUT curious about your specific definition for fanon lottienat and what you dislike about it <33

ohhhhh okay... alrrrrrr

this is like. one of my biggest issues. im not like a shipper, never rlly have been until yj but i dont like engage in discourse bc thats stupid.

But basically? Fanon lottienat just kinda strips anything thats interesting about the ship away. and makes it like. punk x preppy. loser x popular. ive even heard black cat and golden retriever which makes me want to rip my eyes out.

And its not even accurate to their characterization? at all? like youre flanderizing them but like..... not even their main traits. like ive seen people say "precrash lottie would be like charlotte from status update (curse that movie btw. the things i do for u courtney eaton) which is just. like not at all.

first off lottie is not popular. yeah, shes rich, but shes clearly somewhat of a loner (WHICH PARALLELS NAT?? WHICH MAKES IT MORE INTERESTING???) even courtney has said this in interviews. she feels ostracized, and a lot of it can be traced back to the flashback scenes we see, esp those about her relationship w her parents and her supposed mental illness. the 90s, especially the 90s in a high pressure rich family, was NOT a good place to have schizophrenia (and yeah theres the "she wasnt actually mentally ill" argument but that changes nothing because atp in the story her whole family and probably herself believed she was.

Then we have the nat characterization. The fanon "grumpy" to fanon lotties "sunshine". guys canonically nat smiles more than lottie. girlie was always grinning while lottie was experiencing the horrors all of s1. ofc they both went THROUGH it but that specific stereotype pissed me off sm i had to address it.

also, nat gets shown a lot as masc?? which is a fine headcanon but like for her style like the whole punk thing? she acc dresses relatively femininely.those are little irks abt nat but they bother me idc. too tired to write more on this rn but feel free to ask!

so basically taking this stuff into account - fanon lottienat uses a gross mischaracterization of both characters, especially lottie (also that suspiciously align w stereotypes HMMMMM) to literally make the ship more boring. You are making it a stupid and lame trope. You literally have these two insanely complex characters who mirror each other. Theyre not opposites attract, they are the same character in different skins. They're both loners, one because of her punk/rebel nature and nasty rumors, the other because of her mental illness and lack of closeness to people. Theyre both loners because of their social status and their fucked up home life. Theyre both providers - nat the hunter, bringer of physical and real food like the deer. Lottie the prophet, bringer of hope and, through the teams eyes, the birds, the bear, etc. Lottie who begs to be a martyr but is denied nat who runs from it but shoulders it anyways. They're both bleeding hearts they both give soul to the team and are some of the most genuine characters but they present it so differently.

The fact that the majority of content grossly mischaracterizes them and is the widely accepted fanon just.. sucks tbh. and the fact that people get so up in arms about them, and literally attack fans of other characters (lottielee fans... travis fans....) for no reason?? all these other characters do is contribute to what makes lottienat such a compelling and fucked up and interesting ship. i love them so much but lwk most of yall are insane and dont even appreciate them for what they really are.

thoughts questions comments concerns hmu

[pngjamie]

This is a genuine question, what constitutes proshipping?

As far as I know proshipping is just pro ship? Where you believe people can ship what they want even if you don’t enjoy it or don’t want to interact (kind of like an overall non harassment label)

If im wrong about this correct me, im just confused on how it’s a bad thing

Proshipping isnt just "I believe you can ship whatever even if I dont like it" Proshipping as a label is a term used to tell people "I believe you can ship whatever even if its abusive, incestual or pedophilia" i personally dont mind if people ship something I dont like what i DO mind and DONT fuck with is people shipping an abuser with their victim because "if the abuser was literally entirely different then theyd be so cute together"

or shipping a child with an adult because "okay but if they were the same age itd be cute"

or shipping family because "if they werent related it be adorable"

or in worse cases they just straight up romanticize, sexualize or fetishize abuse, pedophilia and/or incest.

The two common excuses/explanations ive seen are 1 some people use it to cope so its good for them 2 I dont condone it irl so its fine To which I say, I actually dont find any fucking comfort in people changing abusive relationships or romanticizing it so that "yay its cute now <3" ive seen artists/people engage in some of these things but its VERY clear that its fucking WRONG. They demonize the hell out of the problematic part making it clear that its not okay Whereas proshippers (especially in this situation) are just going "theyre cute together idc" and romanticizing and NORMALIZING things like incest, abuse and pedophilia WHICH IS NOT OKAY. Which is why even if you dont condone it irl you shouldnt support, promote or engage in that shit where vulnerable people (rather by current mental state or young) could see it and get desensitized to it and either become complacent in their horrible situation or hurt someone later. Also not as strong as the other points but if you tell me "yeah I ship this brother and sister who are also in a somewhat abusive/toxic relationship already" I dont care if you dont support it irl I think youre fucking gross for romanticizing that.

genuinely hope this helps cause I know for awhile years back I didnt know what proshipping was and was like "wait huh? but i support shipping i like shipping" Proshipping is NOT for general shipping :')

[marmorafarms]

hi! can i request a sebastian x gn reader soft smut where theyre already together? like reader comes back from the mine at like midnight and they’re decently hurt w/ a limp and they pass behind sebastian’s house as he’s returning home so he sees them and freaks out (in the anxiety-ridden, introverted fashion, naturally), so he goes back to the readers farm with them and helps them get patched up which leads to deep convos and soft touchies! :D i know you said in your rules that you don’t write gore so if this counts as that then feel free to ignore :) ty!! <3

Yes I can!!! This sounded so nice to me! I really should've asked before hand about the wording you wanted for the smutty part. I tried to keep it as neutral as possible!

Also, if you'd like to see other fics with a gn reader, just let me know! Totally down for that!

As always, I gotta specify that this is...

18+ ONLY!!!

It's very soft and sweet. I hope you enjoy!

"What time is it, Papa?"

"It's time for YOU to go to bed!"

"But it's still light out!"

You chuckled to yourself at the memory. Your dad always used to say that, even if it was morning. But if he was here now...he'd be so right.

Wait, why were you even thinking about that?

Your vision was fuzzy around the edges, and honestly, you'd been having some weird thoughts after climbing out of the mines. Those crazy cave flies had really done a number on you. Usually you took care of them no problem, but you forgot to bring supplies this time.

You could feel blood trickling down your face. Vaguely, you realized you must have a head injury. Probably from when you fell off the ladder and right onto a rock crab.

What you needed to do was get to Harvey's. What you were going to do was find the path to your house and collapse on your bed. Hopefully you'd feel somewhat better on the morning.

Suddenly, your leg gave out, and you tumbled to the ground. You cried out in pain, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. Your ankle was definitely twisted, and you supposed the gash on your knee wasn't helping.

There was a voice, but you didn't register it. You weren't even really sure where you were. The voice got closer and you wondered why it sounded familiar. Before you could place it, you slumped over, and everything went black.

"Shit shit shit!"

Not the most beautiful or comforting words to wake up to, but you still felt a sense of calm wash over you. Pacing nearby was your boyfriend Sebastian. Just seeing him put you at ease.

"Seb...Sebastian?" you croaked out. His head whipped around, and there was clear panic in his eyes. In seconds, he was kneeling by your side.

"Are you okay?" he blurted out. "No of course you're not. That was a stupid thing to say. Um...fuck. I don't...what do I do?" He was actually tugging at his hair with both hands.

"I have first aid stuff at home," you muttered.

"I'll bring you there," Sebastian said. "I'll clean you up. Okay. Okay, we have a plan." He seemed calmer now that he had some sort of idea of what to do.

You were about to struggle to your feet, but your beautiful boyfriend got to you faster. He scooped you up bridal style, and began to carry you towards the path leading to your farmhouse. It was easy to forget how strong he was, muscles built from having helped his mother chop wood and break stone.

Sebastian managed to get your front door slightly ajar, and kicked it open once he was able. He didn't let go of you until you were in the bathroom.

"Sebby...why are we in here?" you mumbled. He set you down gently on the floor and started up a bath.

"You're covered in dirt and blood," Sebastian said, voice shaking slightly. "You need to get cleaned up."

You suddenly blushed when you realized you needed to get undressed. It wasn't as though you hadn't been naked around him before. But for some reason, you felt nervous every time.

"Let me help," Sebastian said. He carefully undressed your top half, and shimmied you out of your pants and underwear. It felt strange to be completely naked and have him clothed, but you tried to ignore that.

Sebastian lifted you again, and placed you into the warm water. You hissed as the water touched your cuts and scrapes, and Sebastian whispered gentle apologies.

There was a rag by the tub, and he slowly ran it over you, getting the grime off. He was trying to be clinical about it, but you could see his eyes lingering in certain places.

"You gotta stop doing this," he said, dabbing at your head wound. It was bleeding the most, and the rag he was using was now soaked in blood. Head wounds always bled like crazy.

"Doing what?" You asked as he helped you out of the tub. He leveled you with a look and you sighed.

"If you mean going in the mines..."

"You never come out of there in one piece!" Sebastian scolded, gently patting you dry. "Every time, you're covered in cuts and bruises. I never say anything, but this time is too far!"

You blinked at him as he handed you a fluffy robe. Anger wasn't an emotion you had ever seen from him before. Irritation, yes, but anger?

"I have to go down there," you said calmly, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Says who?" Sebastian said. "Tell me!"

"I need the ore. Gold ore is 750 G a pop at Clint's. I'm not made of money! Mining is way more cost efficient!" You said. Sebastian stared at you.

"Cost efficient? You should've seen how you looked when I found you! You could've died! I love you so much, I don't know what the hell I would do without you!" he wailed.

"You...love me?" you said softly. Those were words you hadn't spoken yet.

"Yeah. I do," Sebastian said, tearing up. "You're my partner. The only person I ever want to be with."

"Sebby..." you said, wobbling over to him. He gave you a tiny smile and sighed.

"Let's put some bandages on you, yeah?"

It took a while, but soon you were patched up and lying in bed. Sebastian was at your side, and gently kissed your cheek

"You know..." you said, looking over at him, "I feel the same. I love you Seb. I...you and me forever," you ended awkwardly.

"You and me forever," he repeated before softly kissing you. His hands explored your chest before tweaking a nipple. You gasped, and his hand traveled downwards, gently brushing between your legs. Your eyes fluttered closed and he moved his hand your inner thigh.

"Why'd you stop?" you said, looking up at him. His expression was soft, and he gave the tip of your nose a quick kiss.

"Want more?" he asked.

"Mmhmm," you said.

"You sure? You're hurt," he said, biting his lip. "I don't want to make it worse."

"I'm not hurt there," you pouted. He chuckled, and gently pulled his clothes off.

He was still careful, moving inside you gently. It felt nice, loving. Sebastian touched as he moved, giving you as much pleasure as possible. You came with a soft moan of his name. This sent him over the edge, and his lips pressed against yours as he released inside you.

"I love you," you murmured, and he smiled.

"I love you too."

[miasthoughtsteeheehawhaw]

eye symbolism?? idk man its late and i have thoughts (this is about bakugou btw)

so in mha's artstyle the child characters are drawn with big eyes (which is not unheard of in anime and manga) and i got to thinking that this probably symbolizes some sort of childhood innocence (being kids and all)

so bakugou, has innocence in these flashbacks right? hes just a kid after all (his eyes are a touch smaller and more angular which is either just a stylistic choice or something ill dig real deep into at some point idk im just trying to crank these words out before i go to bed)

but obviously the big-eyed look is not on bakugou for very long as if we look at him nowadays his eyes appear to have shrunk just a tad

(also, sidenote: do you even understand how hard it is to find a picture of bakugou thats not either fan art or surrounded by hearts and shit? sorry anyway)

look at them dinky eyes. now what has happened to this goblin of a boy? ill tell you.

society

^please read that in a posh old timey british accent please it makes it funny please laugh at my jokes i promise im actually funny guys i swear

anyway lets get into quirkism (is that the word? idk). so because reasons i dont need to explain, quirkism is deeply ingrained into society, so when children develop (or dont develop) their quirks, the 'strong' kids are idolized by not only their fellow children but their teachers and adults in their life as well, which may lead to a somewhat inflated ego....not gonna name names but BAKUGOUBAKUGOUBAKUGOUBAKUGOUBAKUGOUBAKUGOU

anyway

so hes been hardened by societys expectations of him so of course hes gonna be a little mean (okay i admit a little is a bit of an understatement given the whole 'kill yourself' bit, not his finest moment, i must say) so am i excusing his behavior? NO! HE DID A BAD THING

however it would not have reached that point if someone had intervened. maybe said something along the lines of 'hey bakugou maybe dont bully that guy thats really shitty' but bakugou never faced any consequences for it really. his gaggle of goons encouraged it and the teachers never stopped it.

this post started with eyes...i got a little side tracked...whoops anyway back to eyes

you may be thinking: 'mia youre stupid and wrong, the change in eye size is just to show that bakugou is older.' and to that i say NUH UH

i raise you midoriya

TAKE A GANDER AT THEM BIG OLE EYEBALLS!

i think they represent his hope and resilience and his willingness to be vulnerable

eyes are the window to the soul and his are so big you can see right through them. you can SEEEEE

but bakugou yall, he got them dinky eyes. theyre small and closed off because he sees vulnerability as a weakness. what does bakugou hate? being weak. so hes got small eyes so no one can see him

anyway i totally read wayyy too much into that but i mean, let a gal have fun

[wish-i-were-heather]

checking in bcs our country is horrible :/ i’m so glad we’re both in blue states (i think since we’re in the same timezone?) how are u fairing?

yeah im assuming youre somewhat close (im breaking into your house and hugging you rn btw) im doing okay obviously really stressed and honestly quite disguisted, i know red states are red states but seeing that much red on the map makes me question the morals of our country

but yknow, i have hope. theyre only 20 votes away from being tied :// hbu how are you rn

[mamadarama]

Off topic from previous ask but you ever look at how ridiculour Madara's stats are? You telling me this guy is born and he's just physically gifted strong? Tall? Buff? Okay whatever... Next you know he can play multiple instruments and it's the least you expect of him. Him playing a cello??? Violin??? Okay he can't get any more ridiculous right— he's fluent in multiple languages, English only being one of them. You're telling me this guy likely knows my mother tongue because our language is just somewhat up there in the list of languages japanese people learn. You're telling me he'll take me anywhere and boom he goes "yeah I speak the local language I can read this Chinese menu for you. Italian? Piece of cake. Norwegian? Ahh a little hard but (speaks fluently)". And then you learn about his multiple seacraft and aircraft licenses like my man can drive a MILITARY HELICOPTER?.??????? A BOAT???? YOU'RE 20 WHEN DID YOU HAVE THE TIME TO DO THIS???? (Then again I haven't been able to access his older stories so there might be a mention where he was just taught to as a kid of the Yakuza whatever. And you remember this man, out of all things, is an IDOL. He's a solo one too and a fairly decent one at that, enough to hate being compared to because he's skilled. HOW DOES HE HAVE THE TIME FOR THIS. YOU'RE NOT EVEN 20. Okay he might be barely 20 now BUT STILL.??? HE'S RIDICULOUS. DONT GET ME STARTED ON BEING A SUCCESSOR OF ONE OF THE 5 ECCENTRICS REI MOTHERFUCKING SAKUMA... He's... An explosive...

- Madara yume anon 🍀

OK SO HERES THE THING WITH THAT. obviously hes a swiss army knife of a man, jack of all trades, etc that much is clear. but its fully his choice to be this way. some stuff is coincidental of course, like his body type is just like that (although he does still work out) and some of his skills he learned as a necessity of being kanatas caretaker/bodyguard (martial arts probably, smuggling magazines for kanata to read), and traveling alone as much as he does, being fluent in multiple languages is not optional. but then theres stuff like operating heavy machinery.... and fighting with weapons... and basically everything else. why would he need any of that? well thing is, he hates himself. his self worth is entirely reliant on his ability to be useful to other people .

when you have a long term relationship with someone, especially if it spans a part of both your childhoods, you grow into each other like a skin graft. if one person is cut away from the other because theyre unable to be there for some reason, the place they occupied will eventually heal over.... and when they come back, there will no longer be a place for them. theyre replaced by new skin, or something like that. like, when madara was exiled and forced away from kanata, he eventually met chiaki, who filled every role madara used to fill (including the one in his family— i believe chiaki and madaras mother are on good terms but dont quote me on that i dont remember where i got it from) and when he managed to get back to japan, he was superfluous, which is a fate worse than death to him. so he learns how to do anything and everything, hoping that at some point one of his skills will be useful to someone and hell have a reason to live again.

tldr; madara knows how to do so much on purpose because the more things he can do, the more opportunities there are for being able to help people. and the more obscure skills he knows, the more irreplaceable he becomes, safeguarding him from becoming unneeded in his friends lives despite his constant absence .

as for the successor thing we still dont really know what rei means by that, cuz according to ritsu madara has been coming over their house for "successor business" for years, even before the war (i think) so it very well could have absolutely nothing to do with idol stuff . maybe its just an excuse to have crazy gay sex idk lol

[ladyinbl00d]

ever since i started interacting with you that day in march i felt a small understanding.

like someone knew me.

i dont feel that often with people.

but it was the fact that you wrote tybalt x reader fanfiction made me go “huh.. maybe someone likes him as much as i did.”

so i shooted my shot and i interacted.

“you should write more of him for me.!!”

interacted.

i put up a small mask and interacted.

i had shown one part of myself that most know me as because i had no idea how itd be like if you were to interact with me back.

you did.

and so i felt that understanding feeling again.

it was small,

at first.

then i started to interact more.

more.

i scared at first that youd think i was weird or even annoying.

thats how everyone sees me anyway so why would you see that in me aswell?

i knew i had to find that feeling of being understood in you.

i didnt let that stop me.

my brain clicked into my head.

my heart was pounding into my flesh.

interacting.

its only interacting davi.

the hushed voices in my mind werent on my side.

they told me you would be bitter.

maybe even think i was annoying.

weird.

“there is no feeling of understanding davi.

youre just crazy.

sick into the head.

theres no one like you here in this pathetic little world.

youre all alone.

its just you.

youre crazy.”

i was the one who had to clamp my ears and shout.

pleading for them to stop.

pleading for them to allow me to feel this feeling i was infact feeling with you.

but the voices kept giggling.

oh how finally they stopped.

i giggled too.

voices are funny.

i opened tumblr and hit the dm button.

it was then when i first dmed you.

i did that?

i did that.?

i?

did?

that?

I???

DID???

THAT???

“theyre sooo gonna hate you davi

whyd you do that.”

i ignored them.

i dont ever do that the voices.

eventually i posted that writing.

it was then when the feeling was back.

but stronger.

you like cannibalism too?

you even like my writing?

huh..?

it was then i had realized maybe my mind wasnt so sick and twisted like how the voices and those around me said it was.

but i wasnt too sure.

eventually it was brought up in our dms.

the feeling.

you like cannibalism too.

you think about cannibalism too.

you write the same stuff i do.

you have a lot of the same feelings i do.

you dissociate like me.

the feeling cracked.

i felt it completely.

for the first time in awhile i felt it.

i felt understood.

no ones ever understood me like that.

they dont even know me.

how could they.

theyre assuming.

humans are always fucking assuming.

since that day in march.

i felt understood by you,

myla.

i still do,

myla.

and i know i may suck at showing that i understand you and hope in somewhat i do the same for you and if i dont thats okay, i just wanted you to know that.

even when i cant express why.

even through this,

and even in general.

i just want you to know that.

-davi👍🏻

[sdvshanewife]

Gonna be honest and say that I don’t even think shane is rude he’s just not very nice. (Obviously all early on) first meeting he says the thing why are you talking to me I don’t know you. Which is a) true and b) not that bad he’s just like bruh who are you man. Okay woah not very friendly like most of the town but just how it is sometimes

And I feel like no one ever considers the actual situation afterwards. If you keep talking to him despite him very obviously wanting to be left alone and have somewhat made it clear the first time that’s on you?? He SAID leave him alone. The player isn’t respecting that and keeps talking to him. Obviously in stardew valley it all works out happy ending they get married yeah yeah everything’s okay but. In the real world if you keep bothering a guy who tells you to Leave Him Alone and he starts saying stuff like “what do you want” “go away” that is literally entirely on the person who doesn’t listen to him and you know, leave him alone?? It is so insane to me that people act like he’s the worst, acting like you said hi and he went “fuck you and your entire family I hope you die in a [redacted]”. Okay, I’ll agree that he’s not nice. But It is genuinely crazy to me that people agree that he’s apparently such a huge jerk. I think we’re all used to the town being really welcoming and warm and friendly so when he’s like that it’s unexpected and a bit of a shock, and I also understand being sensitive to stuff like this (no hate to that at all)

But I do not understand people who think others actually own them conversation just because…? and when someone doesn’t want to be bothered they are somehow lacking in personal morality. That is wild to me. Is it weird? Yeah maybe depends on where you’re from. Does it say something about who they are as a person? Probably not. At least less than they think.

I guess the fact that Stardew is expected to be a wholesome warm fuzzy game also plays into it. Like why are you like this it’s stinking up my cozy little game etc etc. And I get that but I don’t think it’s fair because Shane’s thing is not the only heavy topic in this game. Alex dealing with a parental loss and iirc also past abuse from his father!! Pam’s alcoholism and as a result putting Penny through so much bullshit and responsibility she shouldn’t have had to shoulder!! Kent is a former pow with ptsd!! And more that’s “milder” but still not all sunshines and rainbows. I know Stardew has the reputation of being cozy and warm and it’s true but that is mostly due to the players saying it themselves. There was no promise that there would not be heavier topics in the game at all. And it’s also handled well (not like uhh sudden horror twists or stuff) and is not otherwise very “out of place” so yeah it’s not fair to expect that from the game or him.

Um honestly by this point I’m not that mad anymore so

Live laugh shane our mantra yeah

the reason people make out shane to be ruder than he actually is is because they compare him to the other villagers that say hi and are friendly blah blah blah. it's also just expected for people to be friendly or atleast be "decent" (for a lack of a better word?) when you talk to them (or when they talk to you). when someone doesnt want to talk, theyre expected to not be so blunt and be like "oh sorry, i dont really wanna talk right now" and not be as direct as shane is.

i dont really agree with the "stardew valley is made out to be a cozy game". while i understand where you're coming from, most people don't mind the heavy topics, what they do care about is the way shane acts. ive never seen people complaining about penny's, alex's, or kent's stories which contain heavy topics. they're easier to sympathize with because the characters are nice.

LIVE LAUGH SHANE

[rascal-xo]

Hi hope you're doing good!!! Can I request ghost with a GN reader that suffers from hypersomnia and is sad that no one is taking their fatigue seriously and just think theyre lazy lol. Just some comforting stuff if that's OK with you!!

Surface Tension | Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN Reader |

Chapter Summary: Ghost comforts you after a hard week in the field :)

Warnings: mentions of mental health, cursing, FLUFF, hypersomnia, angst

Word Count: 913

A/N: Thank you for sending in this request! I hope I was able to bring your idea to life :))

You watched the clock tik, and every second the hand moved was a second you felt yourself losing your focus little by little. No matter how hard you tried to get a good rest after a long mission, or nap when you had the time off, exhaustion always hit you like a bag of bricks.

You knew something was off about your rest, but the fastest way to push it aside was to ignore the feeling and try to stay focused on your tasks at hand. Being in the 141 meant that you were the best task force there was for any job that came the teams way.

You were the youngest recruit, and for the past year you’ve pulled more than twice your weight to stay above the water. You were a damn good sniper for your age but not as seasoned of a soldier when it came to time in service.

The rest of the men had years of experience on you, which showed. Determined to show your worth you began to take on more than you could carry, and it had proved right until now, when it started to take its toll on your physical and mental wellbeing.

Captain Price cleared his throat, bringing your attention back to the briefing. “Am I boring you, Sergeant?” He cocked an eyebrow. You suddenly felt the entire rooms gaze on you. Ghost met your eyes from across the table small table , turning his head in a ‘You okay?’ type manner.

“No Sir, just a little tired this morning.” You admitted, playing with the strap on your tactical pants.

“Let’s stay awake now. Can’t have you lost during the mission.” He answered back sternly, turning back to the pictures on the board and continuing his meeting.

Ghost’s foot brushed yours from under the table, nonchalantly. He had noticed you were more fatigued than usual lately, zoning out on the comms, failing to remember to do certain tasks on base. Every soldier met obstacles once a while, but he realized it was getting serious.

As the mission commenced, you took your position on a secluded hill a few hundred feet from the targeted site, as the sniper, scanning the area for hostiles. The rest of the guys were broken up into 2 separate ground teams in order to infiltrate the site.

Alpha team successfully took down the main set of guards, moving onto the next wave of security forces. This would be sending hostiles your way.

Then, suddenly you saw movement in the corner of your eye, and your heart skipped a beat. You adjusted your scope and aimed, but your hands were shaking, and your vision was blurry. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, but it was too late.

Captain Price's voice boomed in your earpiece. "Bloody hell Sergeant! You’re supposed to be our cover!”

You flinched at the harshness of his tone. You knew he was right, and it only added to your frustration. You tried to shake it off and refocus, but the fatigue was overwhelming.

The mission continued, more smoothly this time as you regained some strength to finish somewhat strong. Taking the win, you couldn’t help but feel like you were letting them down. Even if they didn’t say it to your face, you could read between the silence.

You found yourself away from the post mission celebration happening on base. You stood outside near the outlook facing the distant terrain, with a cigarette between your fingers.

It was impossible to win this never ending exhaustion that had decided to become a weight on your shoulders. You inhaled into your lungs, as the night time air blew past you taking the exhaled smoke with it moments after.

“Smoking the sleep away isn’t going to help, sergeant.” You suddenly heard from behind you. Ghost had a way of sneaking up on you undetected, certainly living up to his name.

“Maybe it will.” You say, as he comes up to stand next to you, leaning his elbows against the railing. He had changed into a more casual look, now only sporting a thin black skull balaclava as opposed to the full ghost mask.

Ghost looked at you, his expression a mix of concern and understanding. “I know it’s tough, but you can’t keep pushing yourself like this. You’re not a machine, and even machines need maintenance.”

“They think i’m lazy, Lt.” You said, not meeting his gaze. “You saw the way Price talked to me. I’m letting you all down.” You sighed, taking another drag of your cigarette before flicking it off the railing.

“Sometimes, he keeps his muppets on a short string, that captain.” Ghost replied, “Don’t let it get to you.” He placed an arm over your shoulder, leaving it there as you fell into his touch. “You don’t need to prove anything to anyone, especially not to us. We know you’re a damn good soldier, Y/N.”

You nodded, taking in his words. He was right, of course. You couldn’t keep sacrificing your own wellbeing for the sake of trying to impress others. “I’ll be better, I have to be.” You said, almost a whisper.

Ghost continued, “Talk to Price, let him know what’s been going on. He’ll understand, and he’ll help you. We all will.” You nodded again, realizing that Ghost was right.

It was time to swallow your pride and admit that you needed to put yourself first. You turned to him, giving him a small smile, as you continued to watch the horizon ahead, together.

A/N: Requests are still open, send in your ideas!