#I let myself get carried away

[kaezerdoodles]

I’ll have you know

That I’ve become

INDESTRUCTIBLE

Determination that is

Incorruptible

From the other side

A terror to behold

[freebooter4ever]

Did you post on your Instagram during the season or off season? He might see it now that there's no hockey

Lol guys, its no big deal. Honestly i think i prefer that he didnt see it than if i knew he had seen it but he didnt say 'good job' or something. That probably would have killed me. There was a neat woodcut portrait of him uploaded at almost the exact same time as mine, and he didnt interact with that one either. Not everybody likes seeing art of thtemselves, its ok!

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

I was wondering if you could do a little drabble where the reader breaks her leg in an accident and Arthur goes to help her by picking her up and taking her home. Please I want Arthur to hold the reader like a princess! 🥺💞

Here you go sweet anon! 🍑

Yes this was supposed to be a drabble but I got a little carried away as always and this ended up being a bit longer than expected. I hope you won't mind!! 🙏

˖✧To pick up a Peach

✦ Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader ✦ Warnings/Tags: Description of a broken leg and physical pain, otherwise this is pure fluff. Arthur being the sweetest gentleman he is in high honor. ✦ Words: 2,4k ✦ a/n: I don't know why but I got carried away with this one and I ended up really loving it. I changed it just a little bit and made Arthur carry you to the doc, cause you know, he wouldn't let you go home without minimum care. He's like that. I made the reader some sort of farmer's daughter AU? Anyway, hope you'll still like it, Anon! Credits. Arthur's pic is mine. Other pics are from Pinterest. Little doodles made by me.

You were screwed.

That’s the thought that was stuck in your mind. Your horse, which the stableman had sworn to you was a gentle and peaceful creature, turned out to be a wild furious animal who was extremely nervous and appeared to have only one idea in mind: go back to where it belonged, the plains of the Heartlands.

You were simply on a ride to Valentine. You would often go there with your sisters on Mondays and Sundays to sell what your family had harvested in your native town, Emerald Ranch, setting up your little stand next to the butcher’s. Usually, these trips were pleasant and you had grown to like them, relieved to see something else than the gloomy and weird atmosphere that had settled in your village.

But your treacherous companion had decided, after an encounter with a snake somewhere near the Twin Stack Pass, that enough was enough. After rearing up as if his life depended on it, he took off at full speed, ejecting you with a crash to the ground, making the wicker basket containing all your precious products fly up in the air like a colorful firework of fruits and vegetables.

An ominous, muffled creak as your body lands.

Stunned, breathless, it took you a few seconds to regain your composure, long gone and galloping off with your horse.

Of course, that had to happen the only time you had decided to ride alone for once.

Your left leg, broken. The fruit of your labors and harvests, your perfect peaches, flawlessly ripe tomatoes and carrots, promising seeds, and beautiful flowers, scattered and smashed on the floor. Your dignity, gone. 

Lying back on the dirt, hair spread like a star around your head, surrounded by an indescribable substance made of crushed fruits and flower petals reduced to a mush, you looked like the religious figure of Bad Luck.

On top of that, being a lonely young woman, unarmed, and hurt in the open clearly wasn’t an ideal situation. Any man with bad intentions could easily do the worst thing to you in your state.

You tried to get back in a sitting position. Every movement was igniting the pain in your broken bone, deep inside your calf, spreading it through your entire body like a burning trail of powder. You let out a short pained grunt, followed by a curse. Slowly tugging your skirt up your knee, you took a worried look at your leg. 

It looked bad.

Painted with deep colored bruises kind of bad. 

The sight of it along with the incessant stabbing pain coming from it made your heart beat faster, and you did your best not to pass out from the nausea that was flying over your head. The panic of not feeling your toes anymore didn't helped at calming your heart rate.

There was no way you could walk back to any town in that state, or contact the rest of your family already waiting for you.

Yes, you were screwed. 

Tilting your head backward, you looked at the sky, in an attempt to prevent your threatening tears from falling, or to throw a desperate call to the Heavens, you didn’t really know it yourself. 

A muffled sound suddenly made its way to your ears. It looked like your involuntary prayer had been answered sooner than you would have expected.

It was the sound of hooves.

You snapped your head in the noise’s direction and noticed an approaching form on the road, raising a cloud of dust in its wake, coming towards you. Your only hope. You were praying, for real this time, that this upcoming stranger was a gentleman and not a bad man.

Praying, praying, praying.

Praying again as the man was at voice’s reach, and as you screamed and begged for help.

“M-Mister!” Your voice sounded even more pitiful than what you had planned, and a bit hoarse from the pain. Your ego protested, but screw it, he probably was your last chance. “Mister, please! I broke my leg! I can’t… I can’t…”

Apparently, shouting didn't seem to help the nausea. The more you were getting air out of your lungs by screaming the more your head was feeling dizzy.

Luckily for you, the lonely rider had heard your desperate breathless words and was heading towards you, stopping his horse in a skillful maneuver before dismounting, his two boots hitting the ground.

“What happen Ma’am, d’ya need some help?” He asked you, voice powerful and worried frown on his face.

“My horse got spooked by a damn snake and he ran away… Making me fall and I… I think my leg broke…” Your tone was pained and way weaker than his as you did your best to explain the situation, a single tear now streaming down your cheek.

The pain, the panic, the frustration from having a month’s worth of work destroyed in just mere seconds… You couldn’t hold it anymore.

Slowly approaching you, the man lowered himself in a crouching position to take a better look at you, and talk to you at the same eye level. His deep blue eyes studied your broken leg, surely not missing the disturbing, alarming color the bruises were taking, your skin an odd mix of purple and green now. It didn’t seem to disgust him though, his face stoic as he scanned your wound.

“Alright Miss jus’... Don’t move too much.” He advised you in a softer tone. You could see he was truly concerned about your state. “What’s with all this mess? You trynna make some soup or what?” He asked in a deep sarcastic tone, as if amused by his own words.

You drily chuckle, which revived the pain you were still feeling in your bone, making you cut your laugh and groan a bit, your own features contracting in a pained expression.

“It is… It was my crop… I was going to sell it in Valentine…” You explained once again, feeling shame and exasperation hitting you. You were feeling so angry from this waste, so angry at yourself to be the only one responsible for it, you couldn’t prevent more tears from falling, trying hard not to let yourself go into sobs.

“Ah, shit… I’m sorry for ya.” He exhaled, contemplating the scattered and mashed jelly-like matter composed of what was once your yield, pieces of peaches and broken carrots lying there, like on a battlefield. His gaze came back to yours, full of compassion and probably pity for your state, before continuing. “Don’t worry Miss. I’mma take you up to the Doc, in Valentine. ‘Was goin’ there anyway.”

You nodded in order to thank him, feeling so relieved life had put him on your way. 

“Okay, I’m gonna help ya get on ma horse. It’s gonna hurt a little but we have to.” He warned you, getting completely down on his knees by your side.

You didn’t dare to move from one inch. He slowly wrapped an arm under your shoulders, his hand grabbing your side. Even more carefully, his other one slipped under your legs, and he gently lifted you up bridal-style, as if you weighed nothing, a fallen leaf in a gentle breeze.

 As if he was carrying injured people all day every day.

Your broken member didn’t like it as much as you did though, and you hissed in pain from feeling your own weight pull on the wound as your leg was hanging in the air. He noticed, and spoke again while getting up, just as easily as if he wasn’t carrying an entire person in his arms right now.

“Gonna be okay Miss, hold on a lil’ longer.”

As if taking his words in a literal way, you encircled his waist with your arms and rested your head on his chest. His work shirt was used and dirty, rough against the skin of your cheek, but right now it just felt heavenly to you compared to the dusty rock of the floor. You sighed, feeling calmer and way better now.

If you had brought up your gaze, you could have seen how a slight blush was spreading on the tan skin of his cheeks the moment he felt you getting comfortable in his arms.

You heard him call for his horse with a short whistle and a sharp noise from his teeth. His mount obeyed right away, getting closer to both of you in a happy trot. You wish your horse could have been as gentle as this one. He looked like a really strong and powerful, but very sweet on the inside animal. A bit like its owner, now that you were thinking about it.

As carefully as if you were made of porcelain, the man in question let go of your legs, and you took support on your valid one. He then picked you up again, by your waist, and lifted you on the saddle, helping you to get settled and as comfortable as possible. His large hands were very soft on you, cautious, caring. You could feel how his touch was light and measured, calculated to make you feel the least pain possible.

“You take the saddle, else your leg would get too bumped during the ride.” He explained before hopping behind you, grabbing the reins by bringing his arms from both sides of you.

He was basically enveloping you, his large frame keeping you warm and steady. Against your shoulders, you could feel his biceps, and thanked the Lord once again this man had good intentions with you because there was no way you could have resisted this mountain of muscles.

The silence fell as your gentle savior spurred his horse into a slow pace, keeping him calm and cold-blooded. You mentally thank him for it, every movement from your leg, even the tiniest one, would ignite the flames of your pain again.

The ride to Valentine was a quiet, peaceful one, just like it was supposed to be from the start. Your eyes kept closing and opening as if you were on the verge of falling asleep, but still needed to be alert until you'd be safe and sound in town. 

You only had exchanged a few words with the man, your names, and where you lived. 

Arthur Morgan didn't look like the kind of man to have the longest conversations but his presence was reassuring nevertheless. His heavy breathing, his body around yours, the calmness of the plains… It was all making your pain less vivid and way more bearable.

Once in Valentine, Arthur rode straight to the Doctor, and got off first, tying his horse's reins around the fence.

“Here we are, Miss. Let's get ya checked up for good, shall we?” He said while standing right next to the saddle, opening his arms to pick you up again, a gentle smile on his face, as if telling you all your worries were behind you now.

If you thought this man was going to let you walk alone to the doc’s office and head off to his own business, you were damn wrong.

Even through your terrible state, a grin curled up your lips and mirrored his own expression. You let your tired and injured body sink into his solid one, and he carried you in his arms once again.

His scent ran through your nose as you breathed, traveling all the way down your veins to your lungs and everywhere in your body, enfolding you and your soul. It was a strong smell, not a delicate one like those gentlemen would carry with their cologne, but you liked it regardless. A mix of leather, sweat, tobacco, and this early dew scent, the one you can smell just before dawn, earthy and herbal, as if he had been sleeping under the stars for months. 

The smell of the outdoors. 

Arthur opened the door with one foot, and entered the Dr Calloway’s office with you in his arms, careful not to let your leg get knocked while walking through the door. The doctor took care of you right away, ordering Arthur to put you on the chair in the little room where patients were treated.

His muscled arms dropped you, his hands gentle and attentive, as slowly as if you were a newborn filly he could hurt or scare away by using too much force. There was such kindness, such gentleness and care in his gesture that it left you feeling all bubbly on the inside.

You kept on looking at him during all the time it took for Dr Calloway to treat you, waiting for him to just go, but he didn’t. He stayed, casually leaning his back against the wall to leave some space for the doctor, his eyes voyaging from your injury to your face, then away from you, as if he was feeling guilty about staring at you like this. It made you giggle.

You paid the doctor, thanked him goodbye, and before you could process it, here you were, freshly gifted with two crutches and a wooden splint around your injury in front of his door. Perfect. For a farmer family, a hurt worker was a curse.

“You gonna be okay now, Miss? D’ya need another ride home?”

Arthur’s deep voice dragged you out of your thoughts. This man was so special. He looked used, strong, and intimidating, but had been nothing but kind and delicate with you. Right now, his deep azure gaze was staring right at yours, making you feel even weaker in the knees than you already were.

“Oh, don’t worry, my family is already here. We have a wagon and all. Besides, you have done plenty for me, Mister Morgan.”

“Ah, don’t ya worry. 'Did what any man would have done seein’ a pretty lil’ lady like ya hurt on the ground.” He answered with a subtle grin.

Before you could realize it, his hand was reaching out for a strand of your hair, and his fingers brushed against it.

You froze, feeling a dark red settling on your cheeks, your eyes looking back at his in surprise and disbelief, searching for an explanation, even if your heart didn't want it. It wanted more of it, no questions asked.

“You hum… You still got some… pieces of peaches or somethin’ in your hair, Miss…” He explained himself, his voice a little less self-assured than before.

You blushed even more. You indeed must looked like a total mess after your accident, and mentally noted to go fix yourself as soon as possible.

“Oh, God I…” You started, feeling embarrassed and flustered, words mixing and blurring in your mind instead of lining up properly. You just sighed, closing your eyes, giggling a little. You then spoke again, keeping your tone as calm as you could. “Thanks again, Mister Morgan.”

“Please, jus’ call me Arthur.”

“Alright, Arthur. Thank you, for everything. I don’t know how I could thank you enough.”

“You know, maybe I could come someday, at your farm I mean, and buy some of your stuff. You could give me a rebate on those, unless everythin’ you sell actually looks like jam…” He added with a mischievous, low chuckle, gaze sparkling.

“Hey! My crops are perfect, Mister. I promise you won’t be disappointed.” You said back in an equally amused tone, a toothy smile completing the picture of your precious blushing face.

“I'm sure I won’t be, lil’ peach.” 

His voice had turned just as soft as his touch had been when carrying you; for Arthur, you really were starting to become his sugary, soft, and delicious favorite fruit.

[copia]

COPIA'S JOURNEY TO RITE HERE RITE NOW ⛧ PREQUELLE ERA

"We need someone new. A firm leader; with youth, and stamina—and sexual charisma...."

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[ratsummer]

Shhhhh shhhhhh I'm getting carried away here, but...

Y'all ever think about Phantom being unphased by griminess when he's first summoned?

Or maybe not unphased, but he just doesn't make cleanliness a priority. Like this guy has been roaming the circles as best he can on his own, more concerned with finding food and shelter and the reluctant ally here and there than with personal hygiene.

Summoning as a general rule isn't a very tidy affair, so no one really notices that first day. Omega and Aether give him the typical, cursory wipedown to remove the worst of the summoning... goo... before bundling him up in soft, loose, flowy robes while his skin is still sensitive. And of course, when they show him where his room his, they introduce him to the baths and let him know he has the rest of the day to clean up and settle in.

Well, morning rolls around and Dew arrives to the breakfast table, ushering a very sleepy little quint along in front of him. Cirrus scolds him for so obviously waking him up before he was ready, but Phantom insists it's okay, please, I asked him to make sure I was awake for breakfast! Don't get angry at him!

And while Phantom explains that Dew stayed up late with him to help him find and organize snacks in his room, Cumulus comes to the table, yawning wide and clutching Aether's arm. She was so excited to greet Phantom and Aurora at their summonings, hugging them tight (despite the goo) and welcoming them into the fold. She's just as excited to see them at breakfast, purring and pressing a kiss into Aurora's hair first before shuffling over to do the same for Phantom.

He can't help but flinch a little as she approaches. Old habits die hard, and he immediately rushes to apologize when she stops in her tracks and frowns. But Cumulus is used to skittish ghouls - she typically accepts boundaries gracefully. No, what's caught her off guard is-

"Phantom, sweetheart, didn't Aether show you how the bath works?" Cumulus' voice is soft and warm, but she's got Aether pinned with a disappointed glare.

Phantom curls in on himself a little, squirming and wrapping his tail around his fingers. "He did... why?"

"Little bat, you've still got... goo... clumped in your hair. That can't feel very good."

And while Phantom is squirming and explaining himself, that he was focusing on getting used to his room, Cumulus starts looking him over more carefully.

She notices his claws, broken and jagged in some spots, dirt and goo clumped around them. Little scrapes, scratches, and bruises littering what little bit of his bare skin is exposed. Hair dry and frizzed up, with tangles and knots all around the base of his horns. And his horns... dried out, brittle, chunks missing near the ends.

Well, Cirrus doesn't call her Fussy Lussy for nothing.

"Oh darling, it's okay you didn't have time last night. I'll tell you what, I was going to have a little spa day today, I've got so many new things I want to try out. How about you come along with me and I'll help you figure out all the knobs in the tub and you can try out some of my soaps!"

Phantom looks a little wary and unsure as Cumulus extends her offer, maybe trying to figure out how to say no, until Aurora gasps and starts kicking her feet excitedly.

"Oh! Phantom! Cumulus helped me wash my hair last night and her soaps smell soooooo good! You're gonna love it!"

So, that's how Phantom ends up reclined neck-deep in deliciously warm bathwater not an hour later.

Cumulus is humming quietly, sitting next to him and lighting all the candles she lined up along the edge of the tub. "These candles are always here," she explains, "And the matches live in that jar tucked over there, so you can use these anytime you want if you like them, alright?"

Phantom just hums a little to let her know he's at least kind of listening. He rubs his toes through a little pile of what Cumulus called epsom salts, enjoying the way the grains crunch and swirl around his feet as they slowly dissolve. He can't remember being so comfortably warm and relaxed, maybe ever.

"Alright, sugar, I've got so many good things to try out. Are you ready?"

Phantom loses track of time quickly, but it must be hours that they soak together. Cumulus grooms him meticulously, and it stirs up achingly precious, half-lit memories from his kit days, when he still had his parents to look after him.

She scrubs his hair thoroughly with a sweet, sudsy shampoo. Her claws scratch deliciously over his scalp, sending goosebumps down his back. She works something called conditioner in next, using her fingers and a comb to tug and tease all the knots out of his hair. Not once does she pull hard enough to hurt.

She rubs a creamy, buttery substance between her palms until it melts into a sweet-scented oil. She massages it over his horns, cooing about how it's adding so much depth to their night-blue color. His claws are next, and Cumulus patiently explains what each of her little tools is for as she goes about trimming, filing, and oiling each one. She even rubs a cream into what she tells him are his cuticles, apparently to soften them or something.

She uses the softest cloth he's ever felt in his whole life ever to wash him thoroughly with a mouth-wateringly scented soap. She's thorough, getting behind his ears and between his toes. While she washes him, she tells him they should talk to Rain later about trimming up his hair so it doesn't fall in his eyes so much. She checks in with him constantly, asking if he's still okay with her washing him or if he'd like to take over.

Once they're out and dry, she helps him put on a creamy lotion before handing him big, soft clothes to pull on. She helps him roll the sleeves and cuff the pants, having stolen them from Swiss.

"He won't miss them, sweetie. That ghoul has the comfiest loungewear and he's always happy to share."

Cumulus insists that the most important part of their spa day is to immediately crawl into her nest to snack, snooze, and watch movies. It's called beauty rest for a reason, Phantom!

It's with a full belly and a clean, relaxed body that Phantom snuggles down under Cumulus' fresh, soft blankets and promptly passes out. It's the deepest, most restorative sleep he's had in ages.

And while he sleeps, Cumulus pets his hair, rubs his back, and generally fusses over whether the blankets are covering him properly. Her entire heart has totally melted for this sweet ghoul who's seen too much hardship, and she vows to make him the most rotten, spoiled little brat the ministry has ever seen.

[mumblesplash]

pov you’re the wither and you have about 30 seconds to live

(the marks under his eye just say ‘RIP’ in sga/enchantment table language if anyone was curious)

[oatmilk-vampire]

The homoerotic tension between me and the killer that just threw me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing

[trashyshrew]

just dropping in to say I love the way you draw the folds in clothing - makes me want to reach out and feel the fabric, smooth it out a little. it’s like I can visually /feel/ the texture, if that makes sense?

and separately - if you’re still taking art suggestions - could you draw Shinobu Kocho please? 🦋

🤩 thank you so much!

but on to what you came for:

[wrathofrats]

pebble, swiss and alpha? Do you think they'd share him? (Him being alpha)🥺

Anon I’m going to dox you on Twitter how dare you make me think about that

I have awful brain rot about all of them can you tell is it that obvious anon feel free to let me know if you’re stalking me

But.. yeah no I do yeah yeah yeAH YEAH.

Pebble teaching swiss that alpha is all bark and no bite. Really just humiliates him for Swiss since pebble knows so much about him, and oh Swiss is more than happy to exploit that.

Coos at him, calls him easy, tells Swiss that alpha is just a brain dead slut that only ever thinks with his dick. Just get a hand on him and he will do whatever you want.

And I’m sure alpha puts up a fight, tries to argue with pebble and list all the nasty things alphas done to him, but Swiss is having none of it.

“Oh pebble, your dildos got quite the mouth on it”

That goes straight to alphas dick, immediately chubbing up a bit and stammering out some protest but pebble and Swiss are fucking laughing at him.

“Think it may be broken. Wondering if you could help me fix it”

Would just be a shame if they got alpha tied up on a chair. Hands behind the back of it, legs securely attached to the wooden legs of the chair. Maybe they make him watch as they work each other up, put on a show for him.

Has to sit there and watch as Swiss makes pebble melt in his hands, immediately sweet and pliant. Sloppily making out while Swiss reaches behind him to open him up, honestly it’s all fucking obscene.

God and I’m sure once pebbles nice and loose for him they just take turns completely using him. Pebble bouncing on his cock as he talks to swiss like alphas not even in the room. Probably has to gag him at some point because he keeps protesting and growling. Toy must still be broken.

If alpha calms down enough Swiss will give him the reward of letting him have his cock in his mouth, may even cum down his throat if he stays real still.

Probably just completely cover him, get him real messy like a good toy should be

[landwriter]

WIP Title Ask Game

Tagged by the inimitable @xx-vergil-xx <3

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Listen, we've been here before, but for those who missed or repressed it, all my finished and unfinished fic lives in a single FocusWriter document named Untitled 1 that's about 277,000 words, with an index last updated sometime in late 2022 or early 2023, arranged in a loosely reverse chronological order, with exception for related WIPs and also the Seventies San Francisco AU, Lighthouses, which is between chapters 4 and 5 of Oaths. No, I don't know why I'm this way either.

But I am delighted!! for a chance to shamelessly use this as an excuse to tag people and catch up on what you beautiful souls are writing! (or not writing, as the case may be)

And my own, for asks please send asks:

WIPs I remained acutely aware of who lured me back:

Lighthouses

An Eternity of This

WIPs I absolutely forgot at mental daycare pickup but totally DO want to write and get out there now that I've seen them again:

Professional Fuckers

Skin - 05.14.23

Just Like Love followup that began its life innocently as 'Hob POV missing scenes', caught some more Corinthian scenes due to this very meme on Tumblr, and then like weeds in April exploded beyond all hope into an unhinged noir/dark comedy/tragedy play-it-all-the-way-out Corinthian/Hob/Dream cerberus-monster-of-a-sequel that would be longer than Oaths if I ever wrote it and annoyingly is probably my favourite thing on this list despite the fact I will almost certainly never have the time to actually write it, or maybe because of that :)

You’ve Got Mail AU

Come getcha hot fresh snippets!!!

Tagging with puppydog eyes: @moorishflower @softest-punk @teejaystumbles @wordsinhaled @that-banhus @chubsthehamster

[greenvertumna]

Me when Jon uses his powers on some innocent rando to get what he wants: Ha it’s nice to finally see him in control

Also me: What if him using his powers for things like this is what starts him on a journey away from his humanity?

Me: ………….

[theultracharmingladynoire]

I am just so tired of everything but I can't do anything about it

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Literally don't worry about rambling in reblogs from me, I do it to you all the time. But, muahaha, what I'm really here for... is Fulfilling your Request!

🎞️, 🎃, 🧦, 🌄, 🧸, 🌙

For Finn please! And!

🔥,🪐,🌄,🍄‍🟫

For Axelrod!

(@markbeakskisser)

WAUGH,.UAHSHA THANK YOU!! sometimes I get carried away with it but it's just too much fun!!

AND ALSO THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!! ONE THOUSAND THANK YOUS...!!!! I don't know why ask games just do something for me but oh man. And I just bursted over this one. Your endeavors shall never be forgotten. This is worthy enough of going down in history.

I got so carried away with writing for this,, but thank you aaa!!! Putting this under a read more cause I let myself ramble like crazy heheh

For Finn:

🎞️: If you have movie nights, what kind of films do you enjoy watching with your f/o?

I am so selective about what media I watch especially cause I can be very sensitive to new stuff and get uncomfortable easily from it, so a lot of this is me subjecting Finn to like the same two or three movies that are like stuff that is marked E for Everyone. Though, depends how much you'd like to stretch the definition of movie, cause I've absolutely sat down with him and gotten all cozy together and like watched 1-2+ hour long videos or streams with him(if it's long enough of a stream we don't watch it in one sitting).

Finn is absolutely all over like very romantic sappy sorts of movies, ones that might get a bit emotional or labeled as cheesy. Though I try to make up for not being able to watch those with him by dousing him in affection while we watch whatever we do end up watching🥰

Though I absolutely wouldn't be surprised to every so often catch him watching some sort of suspenseful intricate thriller of some sorts.

🎃: How would carving pumpkins with your f/o go? What do you think theirs would look like?

It would be a mess(literally). I would get myself menacingly covered in pumpkin guts while cleaning it out and Finn would probably have to take the overcoat of his suit off and roll up his sleeves so he didn't get his suit messy and we'd both questionabley stare at eachother. I have had soooo many pumpkin ideas that I've wanted to do over the years but never wrote them down anywhere so when it does roll around I can't remember!

I'd probably do something simple and sweet though like a silly face with swirly eyes or a little cat face.. maybe do a reference to a show I like or such. I think Finn would do a classical spooky jack-o-lantern face, but it'd be carved a little toooo well...

Doing pumpkins together is such a cute sweet thought though and it will now be occupying my mind for the next forever.

🧦: Who puts their cold hands/feet on the other when cuddling?

This is the question where he points at me and I point at myself because we both know very well who the culprit here is. In MY defense, I've started occasionally giving him a ten second warning for when I'm about to do it, he could fend me off if he'd like. Hands belong on tummy!! At first it was just that but now I've gotten more devious about it and any spots like his neck or back aren't safe from my cold hands. And my hands can get cold often! And sweaty.

🌄: If you were picking out each other’s outfits for the day, what would your f/o pick for you, and what would you pick for them?

This would be relentless because he would probably yell me that it doesn't matter what I wear and it's not important, that maybe I should just stay in for the day, and I would not be spared from any and all praising from him. He'd probably use the opportunity to make me wear something really comfortable or cozy especially if it was during one of the colder seasons, cause then he can have me wear something soft and fluffy. I'd be like a little lamb or something! Sweaters and soft pajama pants, things like that. I'd probably be trapped in his arms for the rest of the day! Not that I'd mind at all hehe.

I almost don't know what I'd make him wear, too much power for me to hold!! But that man belongs in a sweater and sweater-vest combo, and yall can fight me on it. And then he'd inevitably be glued to me cause he's wearing something so soft and cozy and I wouldn't be able to let go of him augh!!

🧸: When one of you is feeling down, how does your f/o cheer you up, and how do you cheer them up?

It depends what kind of "down" feeling we're talkin about here! I'm just gonna go with it being just being sad or upset over something, and in that case it's moreso a matter of time for me till I get over it, but Finn absolutely helps try and ease me until I'm all better again. He'll bring me food or a drink that I like or if there's a particular one I want, and it typically ends with me being swaddled in blankets and I'm not allowed to leave the bed and I'm watching some lighthearted or relaxing or funny thing that I enjoy. After I finally manage to convince him that there's nothing else I need and that he doesn't have to fetch anything else for me, he'll come and join me and bundle me up in his arms.

It's not often that Finn gets awfully upset or distraught, or even really upset in general, so when I do notice he seems a bit off or down it's definitely a cause of concern for me. Normally letting him air out whatever is troubling him and talking it through with him helps a lot, but if there's nothing that we can actively do about it to fix or ease it, I simply just cradle him in my arms, rubbing his back or petting him hair, saying anything that I think might soothe him. Bonus points if I get him to fall asleep in my arms.

🌙: Do you remember your first Halloween with your f/o? What was it like and what did you do?

Truthfully, and slightly unfortunately, we didn't do very much on my first Halloween with him, cause I was feeling not very well at all at the time, and it had been badly interfering with me celebrating Halloween(which is unfortunate cause it's one of, if not, my favorite holiday), so we settled on just simply treating it like any other day, even if it still left me a bit gloomy. Course, Finn is a smart man, and since it was moreso one particular thing I was avoiding during Halloween, he decided to just navigate around that and still got some small treats for us to share like Halloween themed sweets and treats, or some pumpkin flavored things.

It nearly leaves me a little extra excited for this Halloween, simply because it'll almost be our 'first' Halloween, cause(knock on wood) we'll actually get to spend it in a bit more of a Halloween-y manner! Which, mostly just means decorating, probably pumpkins, and I get an excuse to dress up as a vampire again. Classical Halloween costume, never done me wrong, and I get to be all mysterious and secretive, and have a big cloak typically, it's perfect for me! No clue what Finn would be or if he'd even dress up, I had actually done some conspiring with Leland(a shared friend between us) about what it may be. Though now I'm thinking maybe there's an opportunity for vampire couple🥰 Normally couple costumes almost feell...boring? To me? But getting to be vampires together sounds silly and fun! Oh man, maybe I just gave myself an art idea....

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For Axlerod:

🔥: Who gets colder easier? And who warms them up?

This is a very good question... cause neither of us are particularly portable heaters or anything, it's like we're both on the colder side and were destined to just have to share eachothers body heat to stay warm! I think he might be a bit warmer though simply just cause he has a big overcoat he wears everywhere and that helps a lot. I love it, it's so thick and heavy I kid you not it's like a weighted blanket!! Course, I've never really heard him audibly complain about being cold unless it's like SUPERR cold outside and like snowing or heavily snowing and stuff. But then again, he's rather reserved about some of his thoughts or feelings when it comes to picking one-or-the-other sorts of things, leading a lot of things to be up to me. Sometimes I swear he's bluffing with that though..

🪐: What small quirks does your f/o have that you love, and what quirks do you have that your f/o loves?

Whenever he's trying to make a statement, whether playfully or not, he does this thing where he'll lightly hit the side of his fist against the table once or twice. I don't know why but it makes me giggle whenever he does it! I've also catch him humming to himself quite often and he always gets a bit embarrassed about it, even if I like it. And it's impossible to bake anything with him without having him want to lick the whisk/spoon of the batter. He says the batter tastes better than the actual cake/brownies. I think he's a goober. But, I have had my moment of almost ruining a batch of oatmeal cookies cause I wanted to eat all of the batter, so, I can't entirely tease him about it.

I have this think where whenever I get something new, I have to check it over with all my senses(I would say "my five senses" but I'm not licking things that aren't meant to be licked!😖), and we've dubbed a few different terms and titles for it, but the biggest one is just me having to sniff/smell everything new I get. Food, plushie, pencil, book, flowers, clothes, toys, the inside of packages if they come in bags, so on and so forth! It amuses the daylights out of him and sometimes he'll just hand me things and prompt me with "sniff check." And I have to give my reports on it. I'd be concerned if something DIDNT pass the test, as it's almost more of just a way of me exploring the item in like a primitive way or something. I blame me not being neurotypical for it.

🌄: If you were picking out each other’s outfits for the day, what would your f/o pick for you, and what would you pick for them?

I think he'd make me wear that bee sweater he got for Halloween just because he knows how much I enjoy it. I can be very shy and limited in what i wear cause I fuss so much about how others will see me and for some reason part of my brain argues that there's no need to dress up unless I'm going out somewhere, which is nonsense, so I definitely think he'd use it as an excuse to have me wear something that he already knows I'd want to wear or would enjoy wearing and I just haven't had the nerve to chalk myself up to wearing it.

Okay, I actually had to do a little bit of thinking, but then it absolutely hit me, and I would love to see him in one of those V-neck cardigans with like one of those white undershirts on. I mean, the undershirt color doesn't matter so much, but it's like always a white button-up for some reason! I have a button collection of random buttons(I don't think any of them match), but I'd love to perhaps knit him one sometime and put the buttons on it, especially because most, if not all cardigans seem to have that very knitted look to them, and I think it just adds to the coziness of it! Or maybe I'd buy some like little star shaped buttons for the occasion....

🍄‍🟫: free gush pass to share anything you want!

Ough, oh me oh my, a gush pass! And so funnily enough I had just mentioned a little while ago on a gush pass post that I saw going around how much I love gush pass sorts of things cause I sometimes have trouble gushing unless I'm prompted to do so due to...reasons that would perhaps be a little closer to venting territory. But anyway! Oh, I nearly don't even know what to gush about over him, everything, perhaps??? I kid you not I can't look at the color olive or like any shade of it, or those flat caps, I can't see anyone else in them! I catch anyone wearing those whether real or not, my brain is just immediately thinking about him and it does not stop till it's out of my sight. I know this is like perhaps an obligatory statement, but he's really gotten me through some things. And sometimes I feel completely confident in myself, like not even an ounce of shyness in how I look and how my body is because I just sometimes get such a secure feeling that he loves every last bit of me, that truly he wouldn't want anything else. I think about him so much, so many things remind me of him and I get kinda emotional thinking about it if I'm honest! He's such a nice breath of fresh air. A rock to lean on, if you will. I love how much we'ved helped each other in so many ways. I feel like he actually loves me and my voice and who I am. I honestly don't think anyone could change my mind on it. I don't feel like some dumb American around him with some unflattering accent, I feel.. good. Like there's nothing wrong with that and that my accent is great. And it's fun giggling over how we pronounce certain things differently even with words we never expected. I spent so much time scrolling through like ASDA websites and watching people do grocery hauls from those stores on YouTube cause I like to really think about the differences in those stores, in what gets sold and different products, I just can't get enough of it. I watch videos of people doing those hour+ long videos of just silently walking or driving around different parts of the UK, I'm geniunely intrigued in that place at this point, wanting to learn about it's history and everything. I mean, Finn has also contributed to this as well because he is also from the UK but I'm keeping this Axlerod centered. He does this speech in the second movie that when I was going through a really rough time, nearly each day or every other day when I got home I would watch it, I'd turn on the movie sometimes just for that part, and I would cry so much to it cause it was just so comforting. He uses a voice changer during it to disguise himself a bit and I so wish I could hear it in his actual voice(someone actually uploaded a YouTube video of repitching certain parts so it is in his normal voice, and I love that more than I can explain), and it's just. He means so much to me. His wiki fandom page is so like.. horribly wrong and written I get nervous that people will look him up and see that and think it's true, which I have seen many wiki fandom pages be flat out wrong, but he has my whole heart. I associate so many silly things with him like sheep and bees and I love our inside jokes and I've written so many poems about him and.. one of the cars I want and kinda dream of having is a jeep wrangler. He's a land rover defender. We are literally practically the US and UK counterparts of eachother.

[kitausuret]

Symbiot3 for the ask game!

I don't ship it. :/

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....just kidding! I absolutely ship it. Everyone knows I ship it. If you didn't know, congrats! Now you know! Ahem, thank you for indulging me, my friend.

What made you ship it? The funny answer is "spite". Back in, oh I don't know, maybe January of 2018, @amaronith and I were complaining about Venom Inc. and That Scene™ in the Alpha issue like "haha what if Eddie and Flash just got together instead of fighting. seems like the only way they can solve this".

(Venom Inc: Alpha #1; Slott, Costa, Stegman. they are SO dumb.)

The real answer is that AFTER we made that joke I started thinking about it and I was like "oh shit they actually have a lot in common and the Venom Symbiote is obviously in love with both of them... holy shit this might actually be a good ship. hot damn."

The ship is still largely out of spite for Venom Inc, but it's grown into so much more than that. I really like digging into all the characters and their respective relationships with each other and how it can all lead up to the three of them finding what makes it work.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

HMMM. Well. There was this moment from the Savage Six arc in Remender's run on Agent Venom...

...mostly because this is, at least to me, the first time we see Eddie address Venom with some like... modicum of the love he felt for the symbiote once upon a time. Like for a brief second there, he believes that maybe there's a part of the symbiote, regardless of who it's with, that has just saved him. And he's stunned. It's glorious.

There's also the glorious tension-filled Hallway Scene in Cullen Bunn's half of that same Venom volume, and I know that this one is precisely from #35:

I know that technically Eddie is Toxin here but MAN this scene was insane for that. Like. Holy shit.

Aaaand despite all my gripes about it, I have to hand this one to Donny Cates and Iban Coello. It's absolutely gorgeous. I'm pretty much internally screaming every time I see these panels. I don't really like the writing in this scene, I don't feel it's very indicative of what I think Eddie and Flash's relationship up to this point should be, buuuuuuut it's very sweet and very tender. I think they should kiiiiiiiss.

Overall I think there's just SO much potential to explore all they have in common, between complicated family relationships and complicated romantic relationships and both having grown up Catholic and their really different connections to Spider-Man, there is SO. MUCH. And the symbiote knows them, and it knows their hearts, and while I think if forced to choose between them it ultimately would.. but I would rather it not have to.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I do find this kind of a funny question because I know there are people who think that this ship existing at all is an "unpopular opinion" in and of itself. But I don't think there's any real grounds to the idea that the symbiote isn't willing to share its host with another lover - especially if that other party is willing to accept symbiote+host as a package deal. I think it would be very normal for any bonded pair, for the human side to still desire a relationship with another humanoid.

There's this... particular way that Eddie isolates himself after a certain point in comics, right around the mid-90s when he leaves San Francisco I think, that really bothers me. Do I think he needs a romantic relationship outside the symbiote to have a happy and fulfilling life? Certainly not. But I also don't think it's going to be detrimental to him or his bond with the symbiote.

I guess the only other "unpopular opinion" I might have is that by making Eddie hold hands with Flash I would also expect him to get drawn into Flash's social circle. Flash is at his core a Spider-Man character and especially my more recent fics I like to lean into that. Some people don't like the idea of Venom being closer to the Spidey cast, but the truth is that I think their best stories are when we remember that Eddie and Flash are really very ordinary guys.

And they are both in love with a space alien. (And each other.)

[thisismycorneroftheinternet]

I realize that to others, having recurrent suicidal thoughts and other violent intrusive thoughts, having several coping mechanisms that are in some way or another self-harm and dangerous habits, having difficult to control memory flashbacks out of the blue that ruin your entire mood and bring you down, and having a generally almost constant level of demotivation and negativeness, derealization and depersonalization, and sheer panicked internal anxiety and paranoia that can go overboard at any second, are not normal. But like, that's been most of my life since I was 13ish, very few times I have not felt this way. I've just learned to carry on and not talk too much about it, because it scandalizes people to hear that sort of stuff, and that means they turn against you and abandon you, because they think I am either too much to handle or am acting out too much.

[chronicowboy]

i hope you're happy @butchdiaz