#I just feel sad for her as a fellow girly.

[saturnscherie]

༄ Junpei’s Phone Number

Yuji had just met Junpei and was already asking for his phone number so that Junpei could take him out to the movies the next time he went. He really just sat there and asked him to take him out on a movie date (platonic or romantic it doesn't matter to me). And their reaction when Junpei’s mom finds them doesn't help the atmosphere of the situation much either, lol.

I honestly believe that if Yuji wanted to ask for the number of his old classmate from middle school, he would have done so either from her or Nobara.

༄ (This isn’t meant to sound harsh, it’s just an observation. pls check the *tags* to see what I mean.)

[jjkamochoso]

Hii!! I'm always hanging out in your askbox, sorry about that! I've got another Feitan request! A Feitan x Female Reader who, similar to my other requests, is normally an outgoing person with a girly personality, but behind closed doors she really appreciates a peaceful atmosphere. Maybe the two of them decided to stay together off troupe duty at a rented place or hotel, and she's less bubbly than Feitan is used to her being with the troupe around. Not that she's any less smiley, just a lot more quiet than she usually is. Bonus points if it's raining outside and they can enjoy the sounds of it together in a dimly lit room! Sorry if that was really specific, feel free to change it up if you like!! Thank you!

I LOVE that you’re always requesting omg don’t apologize!! I love writing for you guys and talking with you all about anything and everything so feel free to keep sending in whatever, whenever!!😁🫶❤️ this idea is SO good and I’m grateful you entrusted me with another wonderful request!❤️ thanks so much and I really hope you love this!!

Lightning Strike of Love

Fluff

Feitan Portor x f!reader

Warnings: slight mentions of violence

“So we’ll meet back up in a few days, right?”

“That’s right. Don’t have too much fun on your off time without me,” Phinks replied to you, shooting you a playful wink.

“We have free time?” asked Shizuku, confusion etched on her features.

Machi sighed. “Yes, Shizuku. You’ve know about this for weeks, remember?”

The girl’s big eyes blinked behind her large glasses. “No.”

Machi pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers in exasperation. You giggled as you listened to your fellow Phantom Troupe members talk about what they were doing in the upcoming down time allotted. You were sad that you weren’t going to be spending more time with them because they truly were your best friends and closest thing you had to a family. You were, however, looking forward to the peace and quiet of not being on a mission for once.

“Where you going?”

Feitan, stealthy as ever, made you jump involuntarily with the sound of his voice right near your ear. He snickered at your reaction, cocking his head as he awaited your answer.

“I rented a hotel room in the quiet part of the city. I figured it’s a good place to relax for a bit,” you said. “How about you? What’s your plan?”

“Nothing. I stay here.”

“At the base? By yourself? On our vacation?!” you asked incredulously.

“Tch. What else I supposed to do? I wait for you all to come back.”

“But won’t you be lonely?”

He shrugged nonchalantly.

“Why don’t you stay with me?” you suggested, stunning him completely. You leaned in towards him, smiling sweetly and lowering your voice. “I enjoy your company, Feitan. I’d really miss you if you weren’t there.”

Feitan’s heart wasn’t used to beating as quickly as it was and his cowl wasn’t doing any favors to cool his neck that was burning from your saccharine words. He wanted to accept your offer but if you kept gazing at him with that honeyed expression, he’d never survive the trip.

“Tch. You sappy,” he remarked, shoving his fidgeting hands in his pockets.

You checked the time on your phone. “So, wanna join me? The taxi will be here in about 10 minutes.”

“Fine, I go with you. But I not paying for anything,” he teased.

“Neither am I. A dead guy’s credit card will get you anything you want,” you told him, grinning triumphantly. “Now, go pack! We don’t want to keep the driver waiting!”

A suitcase, a suspiciously small duffel bag, and a taxi ride later and you and Feitan had arrived to the hotel.

“Why so fancy?” Feitan wondered, staring up at the old building with curiosity. Columns and arches were in abundance and the weighty, gold handled doors to the lobby were at least double his height. As you checked in, he took note of the indoor fountain and scoffed.

She out of her mind. This place ridiculous.

“C’mon, Fei! Our room is ready!” you called, beckoning him over. He obliged, still shaking his head at your go big or go home tendencies. You were always so bubbly and were attracted to sickeningly pretty things (hence the choice of hotel). He never understood how you two got along so well; you were polar opposites.

“I’m so excited to see our room!” you squeaked, clasping your hands together in anticipation as the elevator brought you up to your floor. Feitan couldn’t lie, he was looking forward to having you all to himself for the next few days, no longer losing your attention to the other Troupe members. He smiled from under his cowl.

Our room. With my girl.

You pulled out the key and opened the door. When you saw the room, you almost started crying. It was absolutely beautiful! The fluffy beds were calling your name and right after you put your suitcase in the corner, you kicked off your shoes and laid down, closing your eyes and quietly enjoying the silence that had filled the room. After a while you heard Feitan ruffle through his bag before lying down on the other bed. You peeked an eye open and saw he was reading a book.

“Oh, that was a good idea. I should’ve brought a book, too,” you said thoughtfully.

“I have extra in bag. You can get one.”

“Thank you! That’s very kind of you.”

His bag, filled only with books, made you screw your nose up in slight disgust.

“Where are your extra clothes?” you asked, afraid to hear his answer.

“I no bring. These fine for a few days.”

You grabbed the first book you saw, deciding to deal with that situation later. “Trevor Brown? I don’t know any of his works.”

Feitan chuckled. “Just look at it. You might like.”

After a few pages, you had seen enough.

“It’s a little too dark for me,” you explained, putting it back, which caused Feitan to laugh harder. “I know there’s a bookstore around here somewhere. That might be fun to do tomorrow.” You paused. “And I’ll take you shopping.”

After you resumed your position on the bed, Feitan enthralled in his book, you felt a chill blow through you. Since the hotel was older, the windows let in cold air so you were grateful that there was a fireplace in your room. With a click of a button, a warm fire began to roar and you smiled to yourself at how perfectly domestic this whole situation was. Having Feitan all to yourself in a place like this was a dream come true to you. You snuck a glance at the man as he read, his hair slightly hanging over his face, his lips, no longer covered by the cowl, pursed in concentration; he looked handsome beyond belief. Not wanting to disrupt him with your staring, you changed gears and grabbed the comforter from your bed, wrapping it around your shoulders. You then pulled a chair in front of the window and stared at the beauty outside, getting lost in your thoughts.

Feitan, on the other hand, was looking forward to you starting your cheerful chatting like usual. He was patiently waiting to hear your voice chirp up, talking animatedly about things that happened that day or what was on your mind. If anyone else spoke as much as you did, he would’ve sewn their mouths shut, but he tolerated—no, genuinely liked—your incessant jovial jabber.

“Why you no talk?” he asked, pulling you from your daydreams.

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“You never stay quiet, you always talk.”

“Are you complimenting me or insulting me?” you joked, but Feitan was looking at you with such a serious face that you immediately stopped teasing.

“Around the others, all day long, talk, talk, talk,” he said, opening and closing his hand in a gesture to mimic you speaking, “but with me, you silent. Why?”

“That’s easy,” you replied, wearing a soft smile, “you make me feel relaxed. At ease. I love to speak with everyone, yes, and I especially love talking with you, but when it’s just me, or just us, like this… I like the calming environment.”

“Oh.”

Feitan was clearly embarrassed by his assumption, although he did think it was good to learn that you two weren’t total opposites after all, since he cherished his quiet time as well. You were completely unbothered by his question but you still tried to reassure him in your own way without making him feel silly. You picked up the big black book that was resting on the nightstand and took up the spot next to Feitan on his bed, your arm brushing up against his.

You opened the book to a menu. “How about we order some room service?”

After ordering and eating practically everything from the menu, you and Feitan were happy as could be. You two shared nice conversations over dinner, Feitan ecstatic at hearing your bad jokes and sparkling laughter, and you were feeling grateful that you were going to be able to share moments like this with him for the next couple of days. When the last of the empty plates were left outside your hotel room door to be picked up, you locked the door and got your pajamas on since nighttime had almost arrived. You exited the bathroom in your cozy attire and sat on your bed once more, feeling Feitan’s gray eyes watch you the entire time.

“Yes?” you asked, wrapping yourself in the comforter again.

“Nothing,” he blurted out, tearing his gaze from you. You giggled, browsing through a magazine provided by the hotel. You were about to turn on the lamp to continue reading when all of a sudden, you heard tapping on the window. You peeked out and saw rain had begun to fall. The last remnants of the sun’s rays were snuffed out by dark clouds hovering in the sky above you and your stomach fluttered at the change of weather. Hearing the droplets hit the building was sending you into a state of pure bliss and there was only one thing that could make it even better.

“Feitan?”

There was no answer but you knew he was listening.

“Come lay next to me.”

Again, no answer.

“Please? I don’t bite.”

“I do.”

Your eyes found his in the dark but he showed no sign of yielding to your request. “Forget I said anything. I’m sorry for pushing it.”

You weren’t going to force him to do something he didn’t want to do. You knew he had an aversion to any sort of touch that wasn’t tortuous, but you thought for sure he would at least sit on the same bed as you. You sighed wistfully as you leaned against the headboard, wondering if Feitan knew of your romantic feelings for him and this was his way of rejecting them. To your total surprise, you felt your bed dip as another body climbed on the mattress.

“You no apologize, don’t be stupid.”

This time it was Feitan who brushed his arm against yours as he climbed into the warmth of your comforter, leaving goosebumps where he touched. You two sat together, no sounds to be heard except for the falling rain and far off thunder. The hotel room was dimly lit by the fireplace and you were admiring the flicker of flames that highlighted Feitan’s profile. The tranquility you were experiencing was unmatched by anything else on this earth and you wished life could be like this all the time. You didn’t know what possessed you, or what wrath you were about to face, but your body moved on its own in its reach for Feitan’s hand.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” you whispered, your rationality catching up to your actions. Right as you were about to grasp his hand, a loud clap of thunder had you pulling back in shock.

“I no say stop,” said Feitan, closing the space between you by placing his hand on top of yours. You turned to look at him fully and he met your gaze for only a second before studying the fireplace instead. In that second, though, you saw more than just flames blazing in his irises—

You saw love.

Taglist: @killuagirly

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Chubby F! Housewife Reader x M! Yandere OC Jasper

Part 4

Part 1 here!

MINORS DNI!

CW: F!Reader, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, non-con somno touching, reader has hair(not described just “in face”, pet names for reader(pretty, ), age regression? kinda a little, names called not by ML(bitch, ), TW ED AND WEIGHT MENTIONED NEGATIVELY(ily fellow girlies and NB’s and boys with ED’s please be warned!), just sad kinda vibes, short part(getting back into it sorry luv yas!) ABUSIVE HUSBAND omg sorry i forgot the wholeass theme

(i know i gave us all so many options XD also i deleted the wholeass ending of the last post?? i confused myself lol so sorry ignore the weirdness plz idk why i did that)

Song rec: a lot on ur plate, by Father

“O-oh this? hah, I uh-uhm, fell, haha, yeah, it was really embarrassing, to be honest.” You rub your arm bashfully, hoping he’ll drop it.

Fell.

On your eye?

Sure.

He smiles softly at you, offering silent consolation for whatever you do not wish to admit. Then he steps back and let’s you inside.

Once inside his eccentricly vaporwave home, he leads you to his game room. It’s fully decked out with two multi-monitored setups, and a humungous T.V. The cable management is immaculate-meaning: You don’t see a single one, it’s beautiful even if you aren’t really into this stuff, you can see the care and dedication he’s put into his hobby, just the same as the rest of his house.

“Wow Jasper! This is so cool!! Your place is really awesome! I don’t know if i’ve told you that yet, but i’m obsessed!” You motion towards the room to show off your point.

He glows sheepishly, he’s used to complements on his appearance sure, but on something so personal to him, and by you, of course he’s a little embarrassed. He’s so ecstatic too. “Thanks pretty~”

He starts setting up for a movie, handing you a box stack of thrillers and slashers to choose from, how cute, physical copies! You wonder if these are his faves, or if he just buys dvd’s for every movie he watches.

You pick one toward the middle, it’s old, like really old. Killer Clowns from Outer Space.

“A classic, truly ahead of its time.”

~

You’ve fallen asleep on Jasper’s couch somehow, even after the amount you’ve slept this past week.

You felt so calm near him, so safe and relaxed, you’re gonna feel so bad when you wake up, but for now, this is the best rest you’ve gotten in months.

You poor thing, you were all alone in that sunroom for that week, nobody even messaged you. You must’ve been so bored… And so lonely.

He moves some of your hair gently from your face, his lids heavy as he looks from your peaceful expression, straight to your lips. His slender hand slowly raises to meet your skin, his fingers caress your cheek, and flow down to your lips where he pauses to inspect you.

Your head is lolled uncomfortably to one side and you’re a little slouched, yet he gazes over you fondly.

Pale fingers lightly dance over your more sensitive flesh, as he leans closer to you. With eyes heavily lidded and mouth parted slightly he places his lips to yours.

Your lips purse slightly in your sleep, in reception, as if you’re (in his mind) giving him the green light to continue. His heart races wildly in his chest, like a clydesdale down a stone path, heavily and loud.

“So pretty~” it just slips right out of his throat.

You aren’t stirring much, so he gently, and begrudgingly lays you more comfortably next to him… if it was up to him you’d be in his lap, but he is already too excited for that. You’d wake up in horror, he’s sure.

His hands accidentally brush over your chest, and he stops to check on your face, to make sure you’re still asleep. You are.

He brings his palm back to the center of one of your breasts, and softly lays his hand over it, again checking you. His eyes are heavily lidded as he begins to massage and squeeze, upping the pressure little by little. Slowly he starts to press harder and uses his thumb to brush over your peaked nipple, he runs it over so many times by now your breathing shallower. Every flick of your bud has your body almost jumping in your slumber.

You mumble something, and startle Jasper, he stops, before switching to your other breast, making that feel just as hot as the first. Flicking over that sensitive nipple through the fabric of your top, he stops to pinch them both and watch you take much shallower, and needier breaths. His own breathing is becoming hard to keep quite as your growing excitement is evident to him.

Imagining how wet you must be already has him dizzy, and on his knees in front of you and the couch.

If he goes any further he’ll have to do something more drastic… He can feel it in him, the surmounting hunger making his head feel full of smoke ready to burst out.

“Fuck.” He fixes your top and pulls away to go find a blanket.

Just then, your phone dings eight a message from your husband. Jasper fishes around his own pocket for your clone and checks the message:

“Where the fuck are you Y/N”

Jasper’s eye twitches, as he reads and rereads the message over again.

“mmf… Jas-*Yaawwwn~*per?” You stretch and sit up behind him, he puts away the phone clone, and readjusts his pants in the same motion as he turns to you. His erection twitches with the way you said his name, rubbing painfully against the tightness of his jeans.

“Hey there, pretty~ how did you sleep?” His mind melts again when he sees you, forgetting all about your husband already.

You giggle and your face heats up hearing him call you that so naturally, and in his soothing, breathy voice. Not to mention, after such a hot dream…

You push the heels of your palms sheepishly into your eyes, pretending to wipe them but really just trying to hide the fact that you’re flustered by him. He watches closely with intense interest sparkling in his irises.

“Oh shit!” You exclaim, locking back into reality and you start to frantically look around the couch for your phone, which ended up under your cushy behind.

“You alright?” He asks, worried.

Your heart sinks at the message you’ve awoken to… How can your husband be so… Cruel?

“N-no… I don’t think I am…” Tears well in your eyes.

He shuffles closer getting on his knees before you, and cupping your face.

“Do you want me to fix it?” his voice is so serious it makes your heart thump nervously.

“I don’t know, Jasper…” You aren’t sure what he means. “I can fix it, i’m sure!” You shake your head with determination.

A gentle smile creeps across his face, you have to look away as your heart keeps thumping too hard and too loudly! And he’s just too handsome, does he know what he’s doing to you.

His hand remains cupping the air where your chin once was for a second longingly, before he lets it fall to the couch cushion.

“If you ever need me, just tell me.” He offers.

You nod your head once in understanding, even though you have no idea what he could possibly mean by him ‘fixing it’.

You collect your things and head home. Jasper follows you and walks you to the gate between your yards.

“See ya soon, pretty~”

You turn on your heel bashfully, fuck! why is he so hot and he just keeps calling you that…. Is it so wrong that you don’t ever want him to stop either…?

~

Your husband on the other hand, stands tall and looks in the doorway like a massive father waiting for his troublesome little girl to come home. you feel like a little girl before him too, one that’s broken a rule and about to be punished.

“If you hadn’t been in the sunroom sulking for a week i’d think you’ve cheated on me, stupid selfish bitch. Who was that, thing, at our yard gate?”

Anger boils in you but quickly simmers when you remember he already punched you once. “That’s just our neighbor, his name is Jasper.”

“You’re already buddy buddy with the local freak then. You’re to stop hanging around it effective immediately, Y/N.” Gods he sounds like a father too. Bile builds in your throat and you swallow hard to avoid gagging.

“Yes sir.” It just slipped out naturally, like his commanding tone just awakened your much younger self. You almost gag again, and hold your stomach and mouth.

He sees you practically turning green and gets angry with you, “What the fuck is your problem bitch?” He sets down his crystal glass of scotch, and cracks his left knuckles.

“No-nothing! sorry, i think i ate something bad earlier”

“Speaking of, you should stop eating for a while. You’re embarrassing me now,” He says it so easily, something so atrocious.

“Maybe i will then…” The words fall from your lips dejectedly.

The world is a deep blur as your feet carry you to the bedroom behind Edward. He shoves you in front of him, getting tired of dragging you by your soft arm. You look down at your wrist and see angry skin already forming blues, but you aren’t feeling any pain.

Are you that dissociated? You blink a few times, but you realize you’d rather stay zoned out, and climb into the cold bed.

~

Just curious,

[starrynightsxo]

THE FINAL GAMBIT REVIEW

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.75 on storygraph, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ on goodreads (see below for reasoning - NO SPOILERS UNTIL AFTER KEEP READING LINE)

I really really enjoyed this one! The whole series has been amazing and I've loved going through all the twists and turns with Avery. The Hawthorne Brothers with always have a special place in my heart, that's for sure. Would definitely recommend!

I was sad about Toby having to become a "Blake" but I suppose this was a way to show he was serving a penance or something??

My favourite quote from the books is probably from Jameson Winchester Hawthorne:

"Secrets upon secrets. Riddles upon riddles"

I feel like it's a very good summary of the books and when other parts of the plot were unravelling I was just sat there thinking about how this quote really does fit with the series.

I also love Avery Kylie Grambs as a character. She is so intelligent and is a queen. Her and Jameson are everything. Tobias Hawthorne's very risky gamble indeed.

The only reason I rated it a little below 5 ⭐️ on storygraph was because I felt like at some points I got a little lost as it was a little repetitive, so I loet engagement. However. on goodreads it does not allow for decimal ratings and it was DEFINITELY not 4 ⭐️ so I ended up going for 5 :D

some of my fellow tig moots (lmk what u girlies make of my review lol) @thejudeduarte @viivdle @agirlwiththoughtsandnegativity

[artiststarme]

Cherophobia

Well, hopefully this doesn't seem too disjointed. I don't know if I love it but it's really hard to write about fears that you yourself experience without it sounding ranty! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~

Cherophobia: the irrational aversion to being happy. Likely occurring when people feel the need to protect themselves, usually resulting from past trauma or conflict. 

Throughout Eddie’s life, he always had the feeling like the other shoe was going to drop. He could never just enjoy a good day in peace. If things were going too smoothly at home or school then he knew it was only a matter of time before something bad happened. And it always did. He couldn’t let himself be happy because he knew something bad, something to make him feel sad or angry, would always follow.

It happened when he was a little kid when he had a good day at school only to go home and find out his mom had died of a drug overdose. He’d been allowed to color his pictures all day before listening to his teacher read a story. His friend had even given him half of her Little Debbie cake at lunch. But when it was time to be picked up from school, his mom wasn’t there. He waited for what seemed like hours before he walked himself home to an empty apartment. His dad told him later that his mom was a stupid bitch that took too much oxy that day and died. Eddie spent the next several months in a depressed stupor, trying to adjust to life without his mom while also trying to survive living with his dad. He’d never felt so alone.  

When he was ten, he made a friend at school. After months of eating lunch alone and being picked on by the other kids, it was nice to talk to someone that didn’t want to hurt him. But when Eddie got home, his dad was in the midst of a drug-fueled manic episode. In his foggy haze, his dad determined that his curls were a little too girly for a man and shaved them all off with a blunt razor. Eddie went back to school the next day only to find that his new friend wanted nothing to do with him. He’d seemingly changed overnight and it wasn’t for the better. 

It happened once more in his childhood at age eleven when Eddie got an A+ on his creative writing paper. He was living on cloud nine for a few hours, high on the feelings of happiness and accomplishment only to be picked up from school by the police who took him to stay with his estranged Uncle Wayne. His dad had been arrested for assault with a deadly weapon and attempted murder after getting in a fight at a bar. Eddie had to leave all he knew to go back to a small unknown town in Indiana with an uncle he hardly knew after finally starting to like it at his school. Things turned out okay with Uncle Wayne, of course, but for a few months, Eddie felt like his world was imploding. Every single time, like clockwork, as soon as Eddie started to let his guard down and let himself feel happy, something bad would immediately happen to force the walls back up. 

It was his own addition to the Munson Doctrine; don’t let yourself get too happy or something bad will happen. He was afraid of feeling anything too happy in case it prompted something bad. He certainly did not want to tempt fate and made a point to avoid having too positive of emotions. But sometimes even Eddie forgot to follow his own rules. 

Really, he should’ve seen this coming. He’d been too happy these past few months, it was inevitable for it all to come crashing down. He never would have thought that he would be blamed for the murders of several of his fellow students that were killed by a flesh monster from an alternate dimension that could murder people through their minds but maybe he should’ve. After all, he’s never had any good luck so it might as well happen to him. 

But after so many good months, it almost seems like a cruel trick performed by the universe. He was finally happy, truly happy. His grades had improved, he brought new freshmen into Hellfire, he’d scored more gigs with Corroded Coffin performing at the Hideout, and he’d even gotten a part-time job at Thatcher Tire. Eddie was finally becoming happy with his life and now it was all being taken away for something he didn’t even do. He thought he’d been becoming more optimistic, more hopeful but instead, he’d been becoming more naive. 

He let his guard down and was now paying the price. Instead of remaining wary, cautious, of the giddy feelings of joy like he always had before, Eddie had welcomed them with open arms. He knew that the fall would be hard but he let himself feel it anyway in the hope that things would be different. But they weren’t. 

As he felt the tiny bat teeth gnashing through his flesh while he laid on the cold ground of the Upside Down, all he could focus on was the fact that he’d never get to experience what true happiness was like without fearing it before he died. He didn’t mind dying a martyr in order to save his friends, didn’t mind dying in general to be honest. He just wished that he could’ve seen what true happiness was before his eyes slipped closed for the last time (or so he thought).

When he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by the sight of a darkened hospital room. His wrist was cuffed to the bed and his other hand was gripped tight in sleep by Steve “The Hair” Harrington. Steve’s head was resting on the bed next to Eddie’s hip and Dustin was sleeping on the cushioned seat of the bay window. Eddie had gone through hell the past week and he had a long way to go but he had hope that he would make it. 

He had friends, nay- family, now that would stay by his side. Maybe with Steve, Dustin, and the rest of the Party behind him, he could let himself be happy without fear and they could catch him when things inevitably started to fall apart. All he had to do was try. 

@doubleb11 @nburkhardt @zerokrox-blog @newtstabber @i-less-than-three-you @carlyv @straight4joekeery @ghosttotheparty

[numberonetacostan]

pokemon is becoming an huge comfort for me so! here is taco with her pokemon :]

I have already ranted a lot about taco and her eevee, I imagine she found it a bit after the finale of season 1, due to the eevee being her only companionship in the woods she got quite attached to it and loved it a LOT so much to the point it would evolve into a sylveon, sylveon's ribbons emite a soothing sort of aura that it uses to calm the hostility in a prey, I imagine taco's sylveon uses its feelers often to calm taco down when she is having a breakdown or insanely upset over something, they are both attached to the hip you will NEVER see taco around without her sylveon. Her sylveon only allows taco to pet it and eventually mic and knife.

When we get to roserade I picture her meeting it as an injured roselia, without other option the lil thing accepted her help and as time passed it got so attached to her thanks to her oddly enough gentle grasp that made it just want to stay alongside her, I imagine her meeting roserade as a tiny and small roselia and taking care of it sort of sparked this desire to protect the wild pokemon that resided in the forest and help those who needed her help. It was a way she felt her hands could do more than burn and destroy, so roserade is pretty PRETTY loyal to taco, you hurt taco and roserade wont hesitate for a moment in poisoning you.

She met her gardevoir when it was a ralts, ralts are said to be able to sense the feelings of those around it and although they often prefer to hang out with those that have more joyous feelings rather than gloomy ones I find it very sweet that the little critter sensed taco's distress and sadness and instead of getting away it just gravitated towards her, it matches with gardevoir's protective nature of both pokemon and trainers alike, its very protective of its fellow pokemon and taco herself, soon enough it becomes pretty protective of mic too, gravitating towards her when she finds herself freaking out like on episode 12.

I am not sure how taco would meet mimikyu but I imagine taco being taco instead of being afraid or freaked out by it like most people would just, gently approached it, gave it something to eat, and eventually made it a new costume since the one it was wearing was pretty worn out and damaged. I feel taco not caring about her health shows a lot with mimikyu because despite knowing the why mimikyu doesn't like people seeing what hides beneath its costume (usually believe that if you do end up seeing what's underneath the rag it could give you some weird curse or even a painful death) taco doesn't…care, at all. Its mimikyu who is always making sure she doesn't accidentally see what's beneath because taco is pretty careless and doesn't particularly care for her own wellbeing, only the wellbeing of her pokemon.

Her arcanine is a funny story, a growlithe just popped in out of nowhere and refused to ever leave her side and it eventually just became part of her team. Both arcanine and growlithe are pretty loyal, arcanine being shown as pretty protective of its trainer, I imagine as a growlithe just like taco's gardevoir as a ralt it could sense taco's feeling through scent, big part of why it refused to leave her side, they were both lonely but they didn't had to be after all. Taco's arcanine can appear pretty intimidating at first but I think its a total sweetheart, it stashes food in its mane and brings it to taco and its fellow pokemon and as a growlithe they are said to never forget a scent. I picture it hanging out pretty often with mic's vulpix and mic herself keeping them both out of danger, at difference of sylveon it doesn't really mind pets that aren't from taco.

I have talked about toxapex to death at this point, critter, venomous and dangerous but that all that really wants is love and taco gently holding it and lending it that love, toxapex/mareanie is algo other pretty good example of taco absolutely not gaf about her health, girlie doesn't care if she is poisoned as long as toxapex is happy.

Hi Kiara!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in an ask!! :]

I really like all of the backstories you've given to Taco's Pokemon, and I think your choices fit her quite well!!^^ Though if it's alright, I'd like to offer a few Pokemon I think Taco might also have!!

I like to think she might pick up a Phantump/Trevenant, with her living in the Perilous Forest for so long, it seems fitting for her to pick up a Pokemon that so perfectly represents that, yeah?

I also think it would be fun for her to have a Meowth/Persian, almost entirely because they learn Pay Day. She's financially motivated for quite a long time, a Pokemon that can make some extra cash for her would be an easy choice for her.

[w98pops]

Still cant believe a fucking terf is in fallout fandom intecacting with trans creators and drawing her ugly stereotypical twink transmasc character. You should be ashamed

What is even happening to my inbox anymore. Idk if it's the same person that asked about Sharky or not, but it really makes me uncomfortable.

I don't know where the TERF stuff even come from, but I'm very open with my political views and yeah, I was a radfem in 2019 or something. I also was a very vulnerable sad russian teenager. I know not a lot of people on tumblr aware of all the intricacies of russian internet scene, but I assume you, anon, have some knowledge, because you called me a TERF in the first place.

There's an internet phenomenon called "alt-right pipeline" and I fell in the simular thing called "TERF pipeline". This shit is inevitable for every single afab person that speaks russian. It's a really big thing. I don't say it's an excuse to be a bigot, but I was 12 when i first touched the internet. I was insecure, very fucking poor and spiteful. Also I had and (still have) some hormone problems and was generally a pretty ugly girl so coped with it by drawing ponies and hating on elusive and mysterious "men in skirts" these smart twitter girlies always talked about.

To be perfectly honest, I genuinely don't understand what russian TERFs are fighting for or against, I was in this shit for solid few years and still have no idea. I mean, now it's illegal to be transgender in Russia (a real law), but it wasn't a win for these angry teenage girls, it was a win for genocidal bigoted russian government, the same one that legalized domestic violence (also a law. its officially not a real crime in this country). I went off the topic and started ranting about my frustrations with the government again FUCK 😭

I tried to say that russian internet is genuinely a fucked up place, but I lived in the middle of Siberia in a village, ideologically only had my orthodox grandma, racist older brother and TERFs on the internet. I only started to learn english a few years ago, so i didn't have enough options before that. Or, to better words, didn't have enough knowledge to be a better person.

I'm really really and sincerely fucking sorry for that. Like, truly. It was really fucked up and I'm ashamed of stuff I said and supported blindly. I now have resources and have some media literacy in my disposal and basic understanding of english to educate myself about the topics I'm talking about. I'm trying my hardest to show support and love to all my queer friends and mutuals, and as an artist I do all I can to be inclusive, not because I feel the need to, but because I want to.

I have no right to speak about trans people and their issues and I won't. I don't know if Sharky is as bad as anon described, because I'm biased (this is my character after all) and not educated enough to acknowledge all the stereotypes associated with transmasculinity. I would really enjoy to hear opinions of my fellow transmen. To address some of my choices regarding his design and writing:

- He wears pink, because it's a quirky color that doesn't show up much in Fallout. Never meant to de-masculate him or to ridicule him. It's my favorite color, after red and brown, which are the primary colors of Wendy.

- He has a silly personality and a carefree attitude because 1) I'm projecting and 2) Wendy needed a character to balance out her awkward and moody autism

- He's a girl's boy and has wives. I didn't have the reason to make him not like girls. I wanted him to be an example of positive masculinity and solidarity. He is a straight dude who loves women. Not just sexually attracted to them or sees them as pets. They are his partners. With their own personalities and lives. Also I wanted to make a full circle 😭😭😭 I'm asexual and bi-romantic. I like boys, girls, all between and beyond boys and girls and don't really think sex is a big thing for me. Aletus likes boys, Sharky likes girls and Wendy likes when there's no sex. Pretty simple, I think.

Hope this explains why Sharky is the way he is. Would still really appreciate an opinion from a trans person. Or any kind of feedback really, because I've been feeling really fucking bad lately and can't objectively reflect on my choices. Also more questions about my OCs are very much welcome. There's a lot of stuff that made me feel like I've been misiforming people, including this anonymous message, and I will specify anything you want to know. Thank you all a lot.

[guiltygearconfessions]

I HATE THE SONG LILY WITH A BURNING PASSION (it makes me cry everytime I hear it I cannot physically listen to it without becoming melancholic or somewhat depressed, both from the want to just, at the very least, know what love FEELS like, not to just be loved, and because it's so damned sad like I wanted to comfort elphelt so badly but NOOO she's fictional, I just want to comfort her as a fellow lovesick girlie. We'd get along so great, i dont know if i want to get married with her or to her, why???? Idk. I think, I genuinely think she helped me in just finding out who i liked romantically. Like i feel so much better about myself, not ashamed because im having silly romantic thoughts about everyone. Like just seeing a person be so openly have lovey dovey thoughts makes me feel so much better about having cute, childish thoughts, because ive always been expected to be serious, and to act older than i am, since a pretty young age. Elphelt is actually me. Elphelt pan cannon ♡).

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[jacksonscouts]

Gather round, Scouts!

@ketchupchipsaregross won this week's Scout Spotlight by getting all Week 2 Badges! Feel free to greet our fellow Scout in the comments!

How do you usually participate in the TLOU fandom?

I usually read/write fics! this is my first time actually getting into the fandom beyond ao3, and i’ve been enjoying it so far

Happy Pride Month! How do you feel about the portrayal of queer stories in TLOU?

love queer portrayal in tlou, i think seeing queer people get to take an active role in the storyline, rather than just as throw aways, is so important for representation. Seeing yourself portrayed on screen is just one part of stepping away from that feeling of isolation.

What, dear Scout, is the meaning of life?

I think there are two meanings to life: the first is kindness, we would have nothing without it and it takes so little to be kind. humans are a lot like chickens, we get sad when we’re isolated and kindness connects us all. At the end of the day we’re probably only gonna get one life, spending it without kindness or connection sounds pretty bleak. the second thing is those little moments of happiness. the feeling of warm sun on your cheeks, that first rain after winter that washes away all the grit and leaves everything green, those tiny things that seem so meaningless. i think to live a life full of tiny, happy moments is to live a good one.

Who's your favorite TLOU character and why?

Ellie for sure, i see a lot of myself in her and i think 14 year old me would’ve related to her a lot (i was also not girly, very into outer space, and obsessed with puns)

Would you like to promote anything?

not fandom related but i highly recommend The Book Thief, i read it when i was 14 and it’s still one of my favorites. The writing style is really interesting and i love the plot. Also, June is Indigenous History Month (at least in Canada) and I want to promote “Mary John: Stoney Creek Woman” which is the biography of an Indigenous woman living in BC. I learned a lot from it, and i think her experience is applicable to many Indigenous people, not just those on Turtle Island. And local bookstores, libraries, community hubs! they’re so important for day to day life and a lot of them have been seeing less action, so go check your local ones out.

Check out @ketchupchipsaregross's Ao3 here!!

[diodellet]

For the memorable fic scene thing, for whatever reason the beginnings of i think i’ve found a place for us was the first thing that popped to my head. Just the whole vibe of kinda... existing there together, with Jamil's lethargy and feels and all that. Like the mess of angst with the glimmers of comfort and care.

...Now that I think about it, the vibe is almost like this blob of dark colors in my head, with slivers of something brighter in there. If that makes any sense at all.

But yeah, seems like the vibe stuck.

OUH,,, this means a lot to me 🥺 it's really easy for me to get caught up in the dichotomy of whether smth i write is self-indulgent or plain sad, so much so that i get existential crises over wth im trying to do as a writer (girlie needs to get good at taking her own advice to fellow writers++fix her own sleep sched. oops) so to think that my writing can be layered in a good way is jus aaah, making me rediscover smth cool about my old writing. thanks for sending an ask in, ner 💕💕

tho i do reread my works a lot, not just out of a compulsion to check for typos but just because i write them for my enjoyment first, everyth else is sprinkles on ice cream or however that line goes

(ask game: memorable scene from my fanfic writing)

[kaycode1999]

hi!! can i please request a demon slayer matchup? i’m bisexual & use she/her pronouns :)

for my personality, id say im pretty bubbly and excitable. i’m an isfj & cancer, & i try to look on the bright side and try to listen to/help when they’re sad. im very affectionate with the people im close to, and i tend to cling onto my friends arms and hug them a lot. i love anything soft or cute, especially animals!! im kinda scared of bugs though, but i still always try to take them outside. i get distracted pretty easily, and have a hard time dealing with change. i tend to be a bit bossy and unreasonable when it comes to something i’m interested in. plus i get really moody and irrational sometimes when it comes to something i want (im very stubborn lol). i also really like going for walks, shopping, yoga, gardening, baking (even though i’m dreadfully awful at it), and reading. i try to see the best in everything & everyone, though i can’t really tolerate it if somebody is overly cruel or rude to the people i care about. i have a very “do no harm, take no shit” mentality :)

for my appearance, im 5’1 & have fairly long light brown hair. my eyes are hazel, im fairly pale with a few freckles sitting across my face, & my cheeks are perpetually rosy andjfjjek. my style ranges from pretty soft and girly to a wannabe skater boy (i love the style but alas, it does not love me </3). i really like dressing up even if i’m not going anywhere. i also really like to do makeup, both on myself and others. also since i’m on the shorter side, i like to wear platform shoes since being tall makes me feel cool!

please and thank you!! have a nice day <3

I match you with

Giyu Tomioka

Grumpy/serious x sunshine with you two and it's very cute

In his eyes you're this beautiful ray of sunshine that he has to protect because you're so sweet

If you cling onto him it will actually make him melt

His fellow Hashira actually tease him about it (good-naturedly of course), because ever since he got together with you he often has this dopey smile on his face

He can't say no to you especially if something will make you happy, so whatever cute and soft things you want its yours and however many you want

He's seen and been through a lot worse than bugs so he has no problem getting rid of bugs for you. Actually, he thinks it's adorable that you're scared of a little bug when you're way bigger than it

He finds it kind of cute when you get distracted, for example if you’re out shopping he ends up dragging you back to the task or what you were looking at before like a parent with a child “ Thats nice honey, lets get back to the shopping ok?”. But always loving and with a fond smile on his face

Speaking of shopping, no only does he spoil you but he will carry everything for you

He gives me the vibe of that one post where someone was in a bookstore and saw a guy holding a few books when his girlfriend/wife kept bringing books over for him to hold and when the person had looked at him he said she could buy the whole store and he’d still carry it for her *naturally I can't find it as soon as I need it😭😭 but if I find it I will add it*

I think everyone to some extent can struggle with change, so he understands why you don't like it. Whatever help you need to get through it or deal with it he's there 💯

He knows you well enough to know how to navigate your bossy and unreasonable side

Going on walks together makes a cute date idea or just a nice way to spend time together

He just loves spending time with you so whatever makes you happy

I think he's actually fairly good at cooking/baking so maybe if you do it together it will end up well, and you get to spend time together so win win

He enjoys reading too, and I just love the idea of comfortably resting and just enjoying each others company in peace while reading

He adores the fact that you try to see the best in everyone and wishes he was like that too

If you don't like overly rude and cruel people I can see you getting up in Sanemi’s face or going after him when he's rude to Giyu and Giyu has to pick you and keep you in his arms to keep you from doing that

He will let you practice makeup on him but if he has to meet with his fellow hashira it has to come off😂

He loves your height and your freckles, and he still thinks its so precious that even if you wear heels you're still shorter than him

[aucoba]

I know the movie is called Barbie and is about her journey and all but even when I've been watching it I was vibing were more with Ken storyline and now it's past midnight I'm trying to sleep and I'm starting to think and understand why

Barbie's storyline is feminism 101 and it's refreshing, it's good, it's understandable and I think it might be more mind blowing for people like my mom since she hasn't done all the mental chore to deconstruct all of the shit that goes for women in this day and age

Ken on the other hand is also serving the feminist argument : what is it like to be a prop? To only exist for someone else to thrive? Ryan gosling is loving it and it's so awesome to see anyone blossom by supporting their fellow humans (and gosh is he blossoming with kennergy). But this is as far as it goes, 'cause Ken suffers in the movie. All the ken's do to some extent, and only when they realise they are awesome do they stop fighting.

(Still, ken needed an empathic reality check : he had destroyed barbie's world 'cause he was sad and lacked purpose. And I love that the movie didn't excuse nor blame Ken for his behaviour and feelings)

I've been wondering for days why it was liberating for him to say "Ken is me" after he sang a whole 5min dancing battle titled "I'm just Ken" and I've finally found a satisfying answer (according to me for myself) : just as barbie realises she can be ordinary and make meaning, Ken realises he doesn't have to be less than or more than barbie or a'y other Ken. He can just exist as himself : he doesn't need to know how to do anything, he can simply be vibing

And I guess this resonates with me and my journey understand my queerness. I had heard of some aspects of the queer experience years before realising I was aroace non binary. And it took me years to understand what I was actually experiencing on a daily basis. Before that I had occasionally compared myself to others, wondering why I wasn't yearning for romantic or physical relationship or why I refused to look too girly. I'd either feel sad 'cause I thought I was experiencing less than others, or felt cocky' cause I told myself I was more well adapted. When I understood I was queer I felt so much lighter. I was just like anybody else like many other people. I was an ordinary human being. I was me. And that is an amazing feeling, that didn't change anything about who I was, who I have been, and who I will always be.

[sunlitmcgee]

well shit I sure indeed like the terf site scp. do you have any thoughts or musings on it btw (@skyhighchibi)

I do!

first of all, I really appreciate that the author of the article(who I will note is a ciswoman and has stressed that fact several times) was sure to research the topics she was writing about within the story beforehand, which is clearly seen in how the different forms of transphobia are handled within the article's text. She did her homework and it shows. Very good to see in a story of this nature.

Secondly, the article itself! Some people don't like format screws on the SCP wiki, and I'll admit, sometimes I find they've become a bit too common and aren't always done very well. But this one really fits for the idea of an anomalous webpage that spreads and infects everything(and everyone) it touches with such a sickening, destructive, restrictive idea of hyper femineity, so the harsh colors and tacky pink-on-pink and annoyingly Hype Cutesy look really works in my opinion. It's especially impactful when You see the bits of Normal documentation in the collapsible, only for several to be interrupted by more of that catty "This is soooooo BORING. Girls don't like BORING, bleh bleh bleh, OWO" style text coming back. It's really freaky and I love it.

and ofc. The characters.

KeeLee is a bItch and I hope she explodes. However...in my Personal interpretation of the anomaly itself, it seems that Just Girly Things is a website-based entity that has "latched on" to this(very bigoted and very abusive and very horrible) woman and is using her as sort of a central vessel/conduit through which to spread more hate and more pain to as many women(or people It decides are women, at least. the author has made it clear that anyone who is AMAB or otherwise deemed to be a man by the Site's personal standards Can't View It) as possible. Really reminds me of IT from Stephen King. The idea of a cosmic being that can warp reality inflicting pain upon humanity and using human bigotries and hatred as a means to do so is very unsettling. And in this article, the concept of it is very well executed!

For the rest of the women on the site, I don't really have much to say. They're a mixed bag of fully shitty like KeeLee, well meaning but still unpleasant, and a few seem to be at least vaguely aware that this ideology the site feeds off of/into isn't always the best, but still, overall, these ladies remind me of catty pouty high school girls who bully the Weird Kids and ya know. they're terfs. so eh. I hope the semi-decent ones can get out someday.

oh, but Landon. Landon's character makes me very sad and very Happy and makes me feel Very Seen. The author has mentioned wanting to write a tale or a connected article that has him escaping the site somehow, and honestly I can't Wait for it, because seeing the messages of KeeLee abusing him into this Box of Pastal Pinks and demeaning him and his identity just breaks my lil' heart.

I really appreciate that the forms of transphobia the article shows are treated with the same level of cruelty. The researcher attacking her fellow coworker(a transwoman) while screaming about her "being a fake woman" is shown to be just a cruel and evil as KeeLee's denial of Landon's masculine identity. One is not treated as being somehow worse than the other. Both are forms of hatred and abuse, and both are horrible and awful.

Overall, It's a very good SCP! I really enjoy it and look forward to whatever the author does next!

oh and yeah. FUCK the mitemice what the FUCK IS GOING ON THERE

[edwin-paynes-bowtie]

tessa clearly ALWAYS wanted will, in my opinion. he was her great Love

FELLOW WESSA GIRLIE! I couldn't agree more.

As I just messaged a friend (good timing), drawing room scene Tessa kept it real. She literally was like "I wish I could take this necklace back and marry Will instead! But it would be kinda shitty, and I feel bad for Jem, and they'd fight and I'd rip them apart, and Will would be sad, too and maybe not want to be with me anymore. Better not. Guess I'm stuck with bestie Jem even though I've always dreamed Will would say these things to me. God that hurts my soul, gotta grab a fireplace poker"

Will's Tessa's soulmate, the one true love of her life. Jem is a fine secondary option, good for keeping her company after many years of loneliness. But I'm expected to believe that their love is as important as Will and Tessa's? Nah.

[layingeggs]

Mari volume 9. This is the end of my reread. A deeply sad thing.

Spoileys.

It's still an enjoyable read. But the first and second read (I read it twice my first time. >,>) are still the most impactful for me.

Little embarrassing to admit, but I think I kinned Mari when I first read it? I didn't think I was her or say that I kinned her, but I felt this otherwordly calm wash over me for a solid week. I felt very much like those later chapters where Mari and Isao are bleeding into each other and the abusive mum is out.

I enjoy that the last thing Mari experiences before becoming Isao is the inversion of the opening chapter. Stalking Isao on the street in the evening, and then suddenly he stops and turns around and just smiles at her, and then they both disappear from that place.

I enjoy that Mari's Isao continues to have long hair even while the other Isao cuts his hair short.

My theory on this is it's because the other Isao is a cis guy and Mari's Isao is a trans girly. I believe this because it's funny.

The "real" reason is because the two Isaos are two different people and their personalities are splintering apart and this is foreshadowing of the coming reveal of where Mari's Isao came from.

But the real reason is actually because Mari looked at a pathetic washed up cis guy and thought to herself; sigggh what a beautiful egg I hope she never transitions.

Which in itself is because Mari has huge unresolved gender feelings. If I wrote a fanfic about this, it would feature a mid 20s Mari who is very very detrans. Mari would definitely be one of those honourary trans women. Feels more safe among us and we welcome her in as a fellow faggot.

[astriwilt]

More characters? 😱🤯

Let me introduce you to the very based Continental Cavern (That I only have two members of so far; so sad). So basically because of all the discrimination against blue systems in this world….they’re a bunch of blue systems who formed a resistance group based in the Red Kingdom. They kinda keep themselves secret for now (hence the name….being the “cavern” of the continent they’re on refers to their secrecy) but they plan to take down the government of the Red Kingdom: seeing as it’s the worst place on the continent for blue systems to live. Do they plan to use violence? Absolutely. The peaceful protests haven’t been working. But there’s your moral dilemma. Should violence be used in these types of situations? If it shouldn’t; then why does it work while the peaceful protests don’t? Can we really fault oppressed people for coming to the conclusion that violence is the only way out? See I’ve hinted before on this account that I don’t like when stories treat morally grey situations as not being morally grey. I don’t like how some stories will be like “well we could delve into the morally grey nature of violent protesters like we were setting up to do, but instead of doing that we’ll just pretend my guy is Satan and never actually cared about the cause in the first place” *COUGH* RWBY *COUGH*. But anyway here’s my two Continental Cavern girlies. (Don’t be afraid to tell me what you think. I welcome criticism for any part of my story, but I especially welcome it with the storylines of these characters; considering they deal with sensitive subjects).

Helena McSpadden (She/Her): Was always considered incredibly smart from a young age. As a child; she was proud of this fact. She thought her intellect would get her places. This didn’t turn out to be true. Saying she worked her ass off was no exaggeration. However for all the hard work she dedicated her life to….there was one thing lingering over her head. She was a blue system. She was seen as lesser. No amount of work and intelligence could change this fact. She was doomed by the system from the moment she was born. One day she received what she thought was a great opportunity. She finally landed a well paying job; at a big tech company nonetheless. However she soon realized the true nature of her job. She was only there to do menial tasks for the red system workers. And most of the workers were dark reds…so she was put through a lot of abuse. The horrible abuse she faced at this job was the straw that broke the camel’s back. She realized the only people who would really appreciate her were fellow blue systems. Fellow blue systems who wanted the same thing she did; liberation. So she started the Continental Cavern and became its leader.

Reese Jacklyn (She/They): From a young age; she never understood why she had to be treated differently because she was a blue system. They were always rebellious; never obeying orders and even getting violent with dark reds who tried to harm them or other blue systems. Because of this; she was labeled a “troubled blue system” early on in life. Their childhood was mostly spent in facilities for “unruly blue systems”. These facilities just amounted to abuse in a closed environment. They started to wonder if this was all life had to offer her. If life would only amount to what their “troubled blue system” label could get them. She started to become cynical. That’s when she met Helena McSpadden. A fellow blue system who’s been through so much, but still had that fire in her eyes. Everything about Helena truly inspired Reese. To the point she started to develop romantic feelings for Helena. Reese realized that if someone like themselves could simply find that fire in themself….they could be unstoppable. So they joined the Continental Cavern, and like Helena was to her…became an inspiration for many other blue systems with her newly adopted upbeat attitude.