#I really really want to feel hopeful about the future

[22ayla21]

This topic is a bit dark and quite sad, so I can understand if you don't want to accept this request.

But I like how you usually cover a little bit of everything in the scene of your posts (apart from some reactions that are really endearing on the part of the boys of the hsr of those you currently write, and that make you feel happy about how good companions they are):

The scene was how they would react/encourage their wife in case she had had an abortion/loss of the baby (It would be the first pregnancy she had, before the little ones they currently have)

The Weight of Loss

Nothing can compare to how a mother loses her child.

An unnatural silence hung over the palace. Even the guards, usually clattering their boots through the corridors, stepped softer, as if afraid to disturb the quiet. Servants whispered among themselves, and courtiers tried to stay out of sight altogether.

Mydei sat by her bedside, holding her cold hand in his. The room was dim, thick curtains blocking out the light, but even the sun couldn't dispel the chill.

She lay motionless, eyes closed, but he knew she wasn't asleep.

She hadn't uttered a word since it happened.

Mydei looked at her pale, waxen face and felt something inside him tear apart.

He always knew the world was cruel. He had seen cities fall, people die, betrayal corrode souls. But never before had he felt so powerless.

Her shoulders trembled, but there were no tears. Only this frightening, icy silence, devouring her from within.

He didn't know what to say. What words could comfort in the face of such loss?

He simply slowly raised her hand and gently pressed his lips to her fingers.

He wanted to say that the pain would pass, that time would heal the wounds, that they would still have a future. But that would be a lie.

Some wounds don't heal. They become part of a person, changing them forever.

So he remained silent.

Just sat beside her, warming her hand with his own, running his fingers over her skin, letting her know she wasn't alone.

Someday she would smile again. Someday this pain would subside.

But until then, he would be there. Always.

The house was deafeningly silent.

Anaxagoras sat on the edge of the bed, head bowed. His hands were clasped, and a dull, aching pain pulsed in his chest. He had never been good at comforting, and now... Now he simply didn't know what to say.

His wife lay facing the wall, her shoulders barely moving. She wasn't crying aloud, but he knew the tears were there, deep inside, burning her from within.

The child was gone.

He would never hear his voice, never feel his tiny hand in his own. He would never know what color his eyes would have been—hers or his?

But she... She had lost more. Hope. A future she had already begun to build in her heart.

Slowly, carefully, he lay down beside her, not touching her, just feeling the warmth of her body.

"I'm sorry," she whispered after a long pause. He wanted to shout. How could she think she was to blame?

"No," his voice was hoarse but firm. "No, don't you dare apologize."

She didn't answer, just curled up tighter, as if trying to dissolve into the air.

Then he carefully reached out and hugged her, pulling her close. She tensed, but then the trembling of her body intensified, and finally, she broke down in tears. Her fingers dug into his shirt, and his arm tightened around her shoulders.

"I'm here with you," he whispered. "Always with you."

This wasn't the end. It was pain, but not the end.

Silence.

It was everywhere. It filled the space, stretched like a sticky shroud, as if muffling even the quietest sounds. He sat beside her, holding her cold fingers in his hands, but she didn't respond to his touch. Her gaze was empty, staring into nothingness, as if she was trying to find an answer in the air to why it had happened this way.

He didn't know what to say. Didn't know how to break the silence without causing her more pain. Any words seemed inappropriate, false. "Everything will be fine"—a lie. "We'll get through this"—too simple.

And yet, he had to say something.

He gently ran his hand over her back, feeling the tension in every muscle. She sat motionless, but he felt the storm raging inside her.

"I'm here," he breathed. Just that. No extra words.

She flinched. Slowly turned to him, and he saw her eyes—red, dull, full of emptiness. Then her lips trembled, and she whispered, barely audible:

"I failed you."

He had never felt such pain from someone else's words. As if something fragile and precious had shattered in his chest.

"No," he said sharply, louder than he intended. He took her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "No. Never. You didn't fail me."

She didn't answer, just lowered her gaze, then buried her forehead in his chest. And only then did he feel her shoulders shake.

He didn't know how to heal this pain. No one did. But he knew he wouldn't leave her alone.

When the tears finally broke through, he didn't pull away. Didn't say everything would be fine. He just held her, stroked her hair, letting her cry.

This pain wouldn't go away immediately. But he would stay by her side. Always.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Leave Us in Ruins

Eddie x reader, Steve x reader

Your relationship with Eddie becoming rocky as you discuss your future and when he begins to just tolerate you, he ends up sending you right into the arms of the person he always worried about.

cw: mention of pregnancy, Eddie and reader argue, hurt/no comfort

This is very loosely based on “Tolerate it” by Taylor Swift as well as the All Too Well short film. Special thanks to @the-witty-pen-name for letting me yap and giving me feedback!

The bed dips when Eddie’s sits on the edge, maneuvering himself so that he’s under the covers with you, pulling you to his chest. You bury your nose in his wet hair, giving it a whiff because for whatever reason, your shampoo smells a lot better on him.

His arms wrap around your tightly, giving you a squeeze like he does every night. It’s part of your nightly routine and you expect it every time he crawls into bed with you. He then follows that with a kiss to your lips, telling you how much he loves you before the two of you fall asleep.

You’re whispering in the dark even though it’s late and you both have work in the morning. But this is your safe space where you can tell each other anything. Your deepest fears. Your darkest secrets. And you know that Eddie will never judge you because that’s just not who he is.

“God, I wanna marry you,” you whisper and the giggles that have been falling from Eddie’s lips quickly fizzle out into silence and he hopes you can’t hear how loudly he’s just gulped. This is the moment he’s feared for so long and now it’s here and he doesn’t know what to say.

Bile is progressively rising in his throat and his mouth is so dry that he’s sure that no amount of water will help. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous-well, maybe he does. The idea of marriage terrifies him. And it’s not that he doesn’t want to be with you forever, because he does. He just doesn’t like thinking about standing in front of all of your friends and family in an itchy suit, vowing that he’ll love you until death do you part.

He doesn’t get why it’s such a big deal, why everyone wants to get married. You’re already together, why spend all that money and time just for a last name change and a couple of rings. You’re already as happy as can be so why make this big life change when it really won’t alter anything at all?

“You do?” He asks, trying to play it cool, but the man is sweating bullets. He can’t just tell you how he feels right here, right now. He can’t break your heart before bed, that would be cruel. And Eddie isn’t cruel.

“Yeah,” you say, snuggling into his chest and he doesn’t even have to look at you to know that you’re grinning. He takes a deep breath, trying his best to get the courage to tell you the truth. Should be easy enough. It’s just like ripping off a bandaid. Except this one is going to hurt so bad, the kind that pulls off the scab, leaving the wound open.

But he doesn’t tell you the truth. He just says “Let’s go to bed,” and turns out the lamp, leaving you in complete darkness, wondering if it was something you said. You’re blaming yourself, hating yourself for bringing something like that up with no warning and now you just wish you could go back in time and take it all back. You didn’t mean it. You were just so caught up in your love for him that you just blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

But the longer you think about it, the more you realize that you didn’t actually do anything wrong. He was the one who fucked up in this situation. You told him how you felt and he just dismissed it, suggesting that you got to bed instead of acknowledging your feelings. He’s even gone as far as turning the opposite side and you didn’t even realize that he had let go of you.

You wrap your arms around yourself, the room feeling like it’s ten degrees colder and you’re freezing without his body to keep you warm. He’s slipping through your fingers and you don’t know what happened to make him behave so coldly towards you when not even ten minutes earlier, he was telling you that he loves you through fits of giggles. This is the first crack and eventually the entire thing is going to crumble into a million pieces, you can just tell.

“So you’re saying that you don’t want to marry me?” Eddie can see the tears in your eyes and it’s breaking his heart seeing you like that. You’re crying now and this isn’t one he can hug you through because this time, he’s the one that hurt you. He can’t kiss this one better and that’s what’s really fucking him up.

Something wet drops onto his shirt and it’s only then that he realizes that he’s crying too. He quickly wipes his tears then rushes to you to wipe your tears away too, but you step away, looking at him like he’s a stranger, because at this point, he is.

“It’s over, Eddie,” you tell him, crossing your arms over your chest as you turn away from him. This is it. It really is the end.

You’re getting further away and he’s running as fast as he can to get to you, but you eventually disappear into thin air. Eddie drops to his knees, sobs raking through him as he’s saying your name and the words “I’m sorry" over and over until they’ve lost all meaning.

Eddie wakes up in a cold sweat and lets out a sigh as he realizes that it was just a dream, he turns over in the bed to pull you to his chest, but your side of the bed is empty and cold. He hurries out of the bed and as he gets out of the room, he realizes that you’re just in the shower and he lets out a deep breath. So you really are still here and he didn’t fuck things up nearly as bad he thought he did.

He opens the bathroom door just as you’re turning off the water and as soon as he sees you, a wide grin breaks out on Eddie’s face, but yours stays the same. It’s weird, almost like he’s not even there at all. He reaches for the towel on the counter and hands it to you and you take it without a word. So you are mad. Message received.

You wrap the towel around your body then get out of the shower before pushing past Eddie to head to your room to get dressed for work. He follows you, completely understanding what’s going on, but he wants you to tell him so he can figure out how to fix it. In your two years together, you’ve never been this upset with him. But then again, he’s never been that much of an ass before so he supposes that he deserves it.

This is the quietest you’ve been since you’ve gotten together. There’s no sweet words shared between kisses and the worst part of it all is that you won’t even look at him. You just continue to get dressed like he’s not even in the room and with the way you’re treating him, he might as well not be. It’s so bad that you’re not even letting him pick out your shirt like you do every time he sleeps over.

“Did I do something?” Stupid question. He knows exactly what he did, he just doesn’t want to admit it. Because then he’ll realize that you’re anger is justified and then he has to accept just how badly he fucked up and he doesn’t to believe that he hurt you that badly.

“What?” You ask, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “No, you didn’t do anything,” you shake your head, putting on a smile and Eddie lets out a sigh of relief.

“But you took a shower without me.”

“That’s because someone turned off my alarm and now I’m running late.” You’re putting your shoes on as quickly as possible before grabbing your jacket and heading out the door to your room in a blur.

He’s hot on your heels as he follows you into the living area of your apartment, standing there expectantly as you put on your jacket and grab your keys.

“Lock up when you leave, yeah?” You ask, then slip out the door, not even kissing him before you go. You always kiss him before you leave. Oh, you’re pissed.

You take a deep breath as you exit the building, trying to calm yourself down so you’re bringing your anger into work. But seriously, not even an apology or acknowledgment that he fucked up? You don’t know who that guy is, but he’s definitely not Eddie. Eddie would have gotten onto his knees and begged for forgiveness.

This just doesn’t make any sense to you. You thought you really knew him, but you guess that the two years you were together were just a load of shit. You really thought you wanteds the same things but now you’re realizing that you really don’t know Eddie at all. Now he’s just a stranger to you now that you know that he never actually did want to marry you. He’s progressively becoming the kind of man he’s always claimed to hate and you’re not entirely sure what to do about that.

-

The living room is quiet except for the tv that’s playing a show rerun softly. You and Steve are lying on the couch. Your shirt is pushed up and his hand is rubbing your now large baby bump, looking at it so lovingly that you feel like you could melt. He’s been nothing but a sweetheart throughout your entire pregnancy. He’s just been there to help, not even asking for anything in return.

“What about Olivia?” He suggests. You’ve been suggesting baby names back and forth and this is the first one that he’s given that’s actually had potential.

“Hm,” you say. “Olivia,” you repeat. “Olivia Robin. Oh, Steve, that’s perfect!”

You wrap your arms around him and give a tight hug, pulling him as close to your body as he can despite your bump being in the way. He hugs you back instantly, burying his face into your neck, taking a chance and pressing a kiss to it. He knows it’s risky, but he just can’t take it anymore. He’s gotta show you just how he feels about you after all these years.

You pull back to look at him, your gaze shifting to his lips and he’s realizing that you want this too. Well, to kiss him, at least. Your hand rests on his cheek and you both lean in slowly until your lips meet. It’s soft and sweet and everything Steve thought it would be. He can finally go to sleep tonight knowing what your lips feel like.

He feels fireworks in the pit of his stomach and for once, it’s like everything between the two of you makes sense to him. This just feels right and he hopes that this won’t just be a one time thing.

-

The kitchen is silent besides the sounds of you and Eddie doing dishes. Tension between the two of you is high and you’re both so in your own heads, so convinced that you’re both right that you can’t even see the other’s side.

You can still see the scene in your head so perfectly. You can still feel his hand setting yours back down on the table, silently telling you that he didn’t want to hold it like he always does.

And he doesn’t even understand why it hurt you so badly, trying to play it off like it was nothing when it was everything to you. He sees it as simply just not holding your hand in the moment, but to you, the small crack in your relationship has become even bigger to the point where it’s almost shattered like you’ve been fearing for months.

He’s turned on some music to try and lighten the mood and it’s clear that he doesn’t even get it. He doesn’t know that what he’s done was wrong. And you’re not going to spell it out for him this time. He’s gotta figure this shit out on his own.

He takes the dish that you’re washing from your hand and pulls you in for a dance like he always does when you do dishes together. And even if you were upset with him, you’d still join in, not wanting to let the whole thing ruin the moment, but not tonight. You’re staying strong.

He’s trying to spin you around, but you just glare at him, the anger bubbling inside you like a pot that’s about to boil over.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowing.

“What’s wrong? Eddie, you dropped my hand.” Your voice is small now, almost as if you can’t believe what you’re saying.

“Oh, that,” he says, waving the whole thing off like it’s nothing. He honestly doesn't even know what you’re talking about, the moment that you clearly so vividly remember that Eddie has absolutely no recollection of.

“Yeah, that.”

“I just didn’t want to hold your hand. Why are you being so dramatic?” That’s the final straw. Dramatic? Oh, if he wants dramatic, you’re going to give it to him.

You slip your hands out of his and watch his face fall then screw up into offense.

“Not so fun now is it?” You ask, raising an eyebrow as you cross your arms over your chest. “Why didn’t you want to hold my hand?”

“I don’t know, okay?” He asks, getting progressively more frustrated, just wishing that you’d drop it already. “I was just trying to have fun with my friends. Is that so wrong? I-I don’t know what the fuck you’re even talking about. You’re acting weird, y/n.”

“I’m not acting weird, you are. I mean, who the fuck even are you? Because the Eddie that I know would have held my hand the entire night and made sure to include me in his conversations, but you’re some stranger now so I guess I should lower my expectations.”

“What the fuck is going on with you? Why are you acting like this?”

“Like what? I’m upset by something that you did and now you’re trying to convince me that what I’m feeling is wrong.”

“You’re acting like a real bitch. God, it’s like I don’t even recognize you anymore. All you do now is complain about what I’m doing when you’re just setting your expectations of me too high.” The anger is building progressively and you can’t believe he’s trying to flip this on you. What have you done to Eddie except love him despite his flaws?

You only realize what you’ve done when you see Eddie press his hand against his cheek. It all happens so fast that you’re staring at each other in shock. Neither of you expected it, you least of all. You’re usually pretty good at keeping your cool, but hearing him call you a bitch filled you with a rage that you’ve only seen but never actually experienced until now.

With that, you turn on your heel, tears streaming down your cheeks, blurring your vision so that you can barely see when you run into Steve by the stairs.

You throw yourself into his arms, desperate for a shoulder to cry on. He’s been there for you your entire life, the one person who you can feel like you can go to for anything. He’s been so helpful these past few months as your relationship with Eddie has gone up in flames.

He holds you and runs his hands up and down your back the way he knows you like as he just lets you cry. He doesn’t think he should say anything right now. He already knows what happened and is sure that you just want a shoulder to cry on, no advice.

“Sorry, sorry,” you sniff as you pull away, grimacing when you see that you’ve gotten snot on his shirt.

“It’s okay,” he assures you. “Do you want to crash on my couch tonight?” All you can do is nod and he takes his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders before leading you out the front door, making sure to shoot Eddie a glare who’s watching the both of you from the kitchen. Eddie flips him off then storms towards the front door and slams it as soon as the two of you are outside.

Fuck this, he thinks. You two deserve each other. Even though Steve is his friend and even introduced him to you, Eddie’s always been worried about him and you being alone together. He trusts you, but he’s always been scared that Steve’s going to make a move with him being in love with you and all. He’s always afraid that one little moment between the two of you is going to be the reason why you’ll break up with him and he knows he deserves it.

He’s been nothing but a dick, progressively pushing you away more and more as the months have gone on. He’ll get into bed long after you’re asleep and will be gone before you get up. It’s like he’s purposefully ignoring you and he can’t figure out why. It’s like he knows this isn’t working and he wants to ignore the inevitable as long as he can. He can’t lose you. He just can’t. But seeing you leave with Steve, his jacket draped over your shoulders, it makes him realize that he’s pushing you into someone else’s arms and he’s going to beat himself up about this for the rest of his life.

-

You’re asleep when Steve pulls up to his apartment building having cried basically the whole ride there. The whole situation with Eddie clearly took a toll on you so he decides to let you rest, picking you up as gently as he can as he carries you inside the lobby.

He’s staring down at you as you sleep and hates how much he desperately wants to be the one to do this every night. But he lost his chance and then was forced to watch you fall in love with his other best friend while he had been pining for you for the majority of his life. And he loves that you’re happy but he’s still wondering what it would be like to be yours. But he doesn’t want to get between the two of you so he just sits on the sidelines and watches the two of you fall even more madly in love with each other as the days go on.

And he feels so selfish for feeling that way but he can’t help it. He’s been in love with you his entire life and has watched you date all of those other people, not even considering him to be an option. And it breaks his heart even more every time. Why isn’t he good enough for you? What has he done to make you not see him in a romantic sense?

He shakes the thought and gets to his apartment, struggling to get the door open but when he finally gets it, he carries you straight to his room, trying so hard not to wake you up. He lays you down onto the bed and takes off your shoes before putting the blanket over you and turning off his lamp.

Once he’s sure that you’re settled, he heads back out to the living room and grabs a blanket before lying on the couch, his bed for the night. He then turns on the tv to have some background noise, tossing and turning the entire night like he always does. Steve doesn’t think that he’s ever had a good night’s sleep in his life so why does he think tonight will be any different?

-

The next morning, you wake up to the smell of coffee that wafts into the bedroom that you immediately recognize as Steve’s. Of course he would insist that you take the bed while he sleeps on the couch. That’s just the kind of guy he is.

You get up and realize that you’re still in your dress from the night before. You must have passed out before you could borrow some of Steve’s clothes. You pull back the blanket and head into the kitchen where Steve is at the table eating a bowl of the cereal you remember the two of you eating as kids.

You sit down across from him and take a deep breath, preparing to tell him what you had been mulling over for weeks, months even. It had to come to this eventually right? These past few months have been so rough and as much as you don’t want things to end, you know they have to. They can’t keep going on this way. It’s not good for you and it’s certainly not good for Eddie.

It was a long time coming, you think, as Steve pours you a cup of coffee, fixing it with just the right amount of cream and sugar. He knows you so well and it hurts so much that you thought Eddie did too. You really thought he wanted to build a life with you. But now all of the fantasies of the two of you at the altar and rocking cradles are all being packed up into boxes along with the Eddie you thought you knew.

You don’t even know who he is anymore. Now all he seems to care about is getting promoted at the record store where he works and doing gigs with his band. He’s not making time for you anymore, not even leaving space for you in his bed when you come over, lying directly in the middle. It’s almost like he’s purposely trying to cut you out of his life and it hurts even more knowing that you were the one who did all of that for him. You got him the job at the record store. You lined up all of those gigs for him and now it’s almost like he’s tolerating you.

“I’m breaking up with Eddie,” you tell Steve, almost too quickly, but you’re just trying to rip off the bandaid. The quicker the better. But as you rip it off, the wound starts to bleed, badly, so overwhelmed with the pain and the finality of your words that you just sit there, silently pleading Steve to respond.

He’s so shocked by your words that he ends up letting the coffee overflow and spill out onto the table. You’re quick to stand up and hurry to the sink to grab some paper towels and wet them before coming back to clean up the mess because he’s clearly too stunned to do so.

“You’re what?” He asks as he sits back down, trying to wrap his head around the whole thing. He knew you were going through a rough patch, but you didn’t think it was bad enough to warrant a breakup. God, this is going to kill Eddie.

“I’m breaking up with Eddie,” you repeat as you continue to wipe up the spill, more confidence in your voice this time. You say the words so nonchalantly as if you’re telling him what you’re going to order for lunch. This is big news and it’s almost like you don’t even care.

“I thought things were getting better.”

“Well, they’re not,” you huff, maybe scrubbing the table a little too hard and now Steve is concerned that you’re going to remove the finish. “You saw the way he treated me last night, Steve. I deserve better.” It’s so jarring having his own words thrown back in his face. He’s told you that so many times with other guys, but he never expected to hear it coming from you about Eddie of all people. This is all too much to take and now he suddenly feels the need to lie down.

He doesn’t know why it seems like he’s the one who’s being broken up with. Maybe it’s because in a way, he is. When it comes down to it, he’s eventually going to have to pick a side. And as much as he loves Eddie, you were there first. God, he feels like a child whose parents just told him that they’re getting divorced.

He’s already going over in his head about what he’s going to say to him, how he’s going to be there for you, how mad Eddie’s going to be. He doesn’t care about that, though. Steve was your friend first and the two of you are a package deal. Eddie knew that going into this.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. This fucking sucks. I-I really thought you were going to be together forever.”

“Me too,” you reply, feeling tears prick your eyes. Steve turns you to face him and wipes your tears with the pads of his thumbs before standing to pull you into his arms, rubbing your back sympathetically as he lets you cry into his chest. For the first time in years, it’s going to be the two of you and even though he should be happy, he just can’t be knowing that you’re so broken up about the whole thing.

-

Three minutes. Three minutes until you get your life altering results. You stand at the bathroom counter, breathing in and out deeply as you look at the little test in front of you. You stare at it, hoping that the results will show up sooner but you still have over two minutes left.

The anticipation is killing you and you’re not sure how you’re going to cope if it’s not what you want. You’ve always wanted kids; being a mother is something you’ve wanted to be your entire life and knowing that that tiny stick is holding your future is starting to make you sick.

The floor in the hallway creaks and you turn to your left and see Steve leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest as he gives you a wide smile. He then enters the bathroom and pulls your back to his chest, wrapping his arms around you as he rests his chin on your shoulder. He reaches towards the counter to turn the timer against the wall before lifting his head to smile at your reflection. It’s all teeth and it reminds you of his old school pictures, always smiling so wide that his cheeks hurt.

“You’re gonna be a mom,” he says, his tone nothing but loving.

“You don’t know that,” you roll your eyes. “It could be negative.” Steve laughs at that. You’ve been like this all morning, waiting for him to get home from work so he could be there when you took the test. There was no way he was missing this.

“I’m sorry, I’m just excited.” He has been looking forward to this probably more than you have. He’s wanted kids just as much as you have and now he’s going to have a chance to raise one with the woman he’s loved since he was six years old. He’s dreamed about this for years and can’t imagine doing this with anyone else.

“Well of course you are,” you turn around to glare at him. “You’re not the one who has to carry the thing for nine months.” You didn’t even think about getting pregnant this soon. You wanted to be settled down first, married, even. But one missed period later even after being so careful, your life is about to change one way or another. Even though you can’t even imagine having a baby right now, you keep thinking about how heartbroken you’ll be if it’s negative.

“No, but I can get one of those fake stomachs if that will make you feel any better.” Steve has been there with you through everything. As soon as you told him that you missed a period, he ran to the store and got you the best pregnancy test on the market, according to an employee he asked. And then he went to work at the bar before you could take it so here you are at five in the morning, not-so-patiently waiting for the results.

“I’m sorry, you’re being sweet. I’m just nervous. There’s so much riding on this and-” the timer goes off and it’s like everything is in slow motion. You turn to the text and cover your eyes before holding it out to Steve who has to put his glasses on to even see it. The gasp he lets out makes everything so obvious and you have to turn the test around to confirm that he’s not just fucking with you. But sure enough, there it is, the faint pink plus sign. The one you wanted so badly to see.

“Congratulations, mama!” Steve says as he picks you up and spins you around, giggles pouring from both of your mouths. This is it. You’re getting exactly what you wanted and you get to do it with your best friend. The only person you can imagine spending this next chapter of your life with. For the first time in years, you’re finally starting to feel like yourself and nothing, absolutely nothing can change that.

[webtomo]

While I am optimistic about Tomodachi Life: Living The Dream and will probably be buying it and playing it regardless of anything, there are a few things that kinda potentially concern me about the game. I assume most of these will be addressed at some point in the future, but I want to run through them real quick.

1 - The "New Horizons" problem.

Though I did play a lot of New Horizons when it came out and did thoroughly enjoy it, it is undeniable that the game is held back by a number of flaws. Most notably, the fact that they significantly stripped back a number of features (especially near the time of release) as well as the general "softening" of the game. Now, don't get me wrong, New Horizons is far from a bad game. But many things sort of hold me back from considering it the definitive Animal Crossing experience, especially after coming off of New Leaf/Welcome Amiibo. I do really enjoy the customization of the game, but in many ways it almost feels like they had forgone things like villagers personalities and their autonomy in order to make that happen. Not to mention the fact that many key elements of the series were not in the game at all at launch, and were instead added in later updates. I am hoping that at the very least, the team behind Living The Dream will be able to learn from the negative aspects of New Horizons. Tomodachi Life is a series that, in part, is made by the randomness of every social interaction and is way more heavily focused on social interaction than Animal Crossing as a whole is. So with that in mind, I do hope that they don't entirely drop the ball in that regard and can present us with something interesting. Another big aspect of Tomodachi Life is relationships and the drama that the islanders get themselves into, so I hope that they allow for those things to continue to be relevant in this entry without dampening the personalities of the islanders.

2 - Gay Marriage.

I think most people know about this by now, but back when Tomodachi Life originally came out a controversy sprung about, named the Miiquality movement. This movement was centered around making Nintendo acknowledge and allow gay couples to exist in Tomodachi Life, since it was one of the only games in the life simulation genre to not allow it. Nintendo responded by claiming that they would promise to include it in a potential sequel, since it was too late for them to change anything in the original Tomodachi Life for 3DS. Now, this is a net good thing, and I and many other have been asking for this for a long time. However, I am somewhat worried that for whatever reason, they do something to work around the gay marriage thing. It honestly would probably be kind of stupid for them to do this, but I can very easily picture a reality where they forgo the entire existing relationship system and replace it with something else, maybe something like the Miitopia system or something. But honestly, at that point, it would just be easier to allow gay marriage outright since the Miitopia relationship system was the reason that game was marked as an 18+ title in Russia and Nintendo seemingly had no issues with releasing the game there despite it. Nowadays, we live in 2025. There is no reason for them to not include it at this point. Tomodachi Life for 3DS released in 2013 in Japan and 2014 everywhere else, which predated the legalization of gay marriage in the United States and a number of other places in which the game released, and is still not fully legal to this day in Japan (but is pretty close to potential legalization at the time of writing). Nowadays, Nintendo seems more open to the idea of having visibly queer characters in their games, for instance the Fire Emblem series allows you to be gay in most of their modern releases. Just last year, the Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door remake officially canonized trans Vivian, so I do think the option is still on the table.

3 - Scale and design.

The trailer we have seen shows some already significant design changes in this game compared to the previous two, which honestly I do think looks decent and I have positive thoughts on the art direction as a whole. However with any big new changes, there are bound to be some rough points. The flatness of the island we have seen is a little weird, which I assume may be related to a potential building feature, in which case is fine, but in many ways honestly feels like a visual downgrade from the 3DS version. Albeit we have not seen too much so far regarding the appearance of the island, and if island customization is a thing then that could potentially negate that issue entirely. However, a bigger concern of mine is the scale of the island itself. I am somewhat worried now that since each islander is living in a little cabin instead of an apartment, that the amount of Miis you are able to add will be limited. This isn't entirely a deal breaker necessarily, however I think most people would agree that it would be extremely disappointing if the game forces you to limit the amount of people on your island arbitrarily. I think if they were to cut down the amount of Miis per island, a reasonable minimum should be at least 50. Ideally I would prefer if the cap of 100 Miis was still a thing, since its a pretty reasonable number and I would be happy if they even allowed for more than that. Though if they do decide to limit the islanders to a smaller number, then I think it would honestly kill a lot of the hype for this game, since a big aspect of Tomodachi Life is the broadness of interactions possible between many islanders at a time. The Switch is more powerful than the 3DS so I am hoping they at least have some way around this issue, but the Switch isn't necessarily a powerhouse to begin with, so we will see how that pans out.

With all of that being said, I am still very excited for this game. I imagine future news will address some of these issues, but for now I guess we will just have to wait and see what happens. I will continue to post more about Living The Dream as more news presents itself.

[cutieforbear]

i really feel like i am. i think especially this week when you've been sick and all i wanted to do was talk to you and hold you and i'm just absolutely gratingly aware of our distance and the fact that i can't call you. the fact that you can't talk to me coz of her and you can't text me coz you're icky.

like if something happens to you no one would tell me coz i'm just some skank no one knows about. i'm not your next of kin and im not your emergency contact.

no one even knows i exist. you haven't told a single friend or any person to pass the pub test. i feel pretty shit about it. and this weekend i kinda feel like nothings going to happen. like you'll never do it. maybe because i saw us in sliding doors. what a fucked up movie. and i know im not the villain in our story, but fuck me im still the mistress. i'm still just your secret lover. i hate how much i thought "i wish she just found out so this could be over"

i can't make plans for the future coz she's still gunna be here.

you'll travel with her at easter. you'll wait for the perfect time that'll never happen and i'll just be here picking up my pieces.

maybe i'm just sleep deprived. maybe im just angry because i so so so wanted to tell my sister about you this morning. i let myself actually fucking hope for half a minute you might come to me this weekend.

i hate waiting. and i hate not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel

“you will never be too much for someone who can’t get enough of you.”

— Unknown

[speedforce-zoomies]

You know… I can’t stop thinking of a specific type of deaged Tim Au

One where Tim blinks awake and instead of Bruce and Alfred and Dick and Barbs in the cave with him it’s Bruce and a tall man in a red helmet, two teens, one in yellow and the other in a Robin suit. There’s also a couple of girls, one blonde, one with short black hair.

And everyone’s starring at him but Tim’s pretty good at rolling with the punches, so he sits up and waits for Bruce to make introductions and he looks at Tim and Tim looks back unflinchingly and so he does, “This is Jason,” and Tim looks at Bruce for confirmation. The man nods so he offers his hand and when Jason hesitantly shakes it, Tim says “Welcome Back” Jason blinks, in surprise? and just nods in response.

“This is Damian, my son” Tim looks at him and cocks his head, he doesn’t let it show on his face but he’s trying to put the pieces together, was he in the future? Has he been deaged? Has he been in a coma for several years? He doesn’t ask any of that, just “Talia?” after a moment and Damian nods, and Tim smiles at him, hand out “It’s great to meet you, hope our transition was smoother than all the other legacies” he jokes and Damian grimaces as they shakes hands and Tim laughs, not really amused, “Yeah, guess it wouldn’t be, would it?”

He ignores the weight of the silence and heavy the tension in the air.

Bruce nods to the other teen, who’s already reaching over to pat Tim’s shoulder, “Hey, Duke,” He introduces himself, “We’re all glad you’re alright man. Try not to do that again, will you?”

Tim nods, “I’ll do my best,” he promises, amusement clear. It’s reflected in Duke’s expression.

“My daughter, Cassandra” Bruce introduces the young woman with short black hair and she and the blonde hug him without much warning, “and her best friend, and one of yours, Stephanie.”

So not a coma, then. That makes sense, his body doesn’t feel different enough from… whenever he last was… actually…? He kind of wishes that they’d focus on introductions after telling him what’s going on.

He nods even as he relaxes slightly into the hug.

There’s something Bruce isn’t saying, something off about the way he’s emphasizing my but Tim chooses to ignore it.

They break the hug and Tim tries to be still, to be patient, to relax amongst the stranger’s surrounding him.

He doesn’t ask about Dick, or Barbara, or Alfred or Helena, even though he really, really wants to.

He is about to ask what happened when suddenly Dick is sliding past the door that is also a clock and racing down the stairs, skipping steps, and Tim lights up.

He’s older, his hair is different, but he’s Dick.

Tim jumps off the cot, stumbles a bit, but shrugs it off, even as several pairs of hands reach out to steady him and runs and throws himself at Dick.

He face plants into the others chest and Dick gathers him close, laughing in relief as Tim relaxes his weight fully, trusting his brother to keep him safe in a place that that’s never really had enough people to fill it up before but now feels suffocating.

Tim lets Dick pat him down, checking for injuries without much complaint.

The computer flickers on and Oracles green face pops up on the screen… there’s something that pings in his head when she breaths out his name but he ignores it in favor for pulling away from Dick to wave at her brightly, she says his name again but it’s happy and tearful all at once, telling him how close of a call it was… whatever it was that happened to him.

He then throws himself backwards where Dick is already ready to catch him and he laughs at Dick’s exasperated but fond exhale.

The others stare, in silence.

Tim avoids Bruce’s eyes, to be polite, the man is older and wearier than he was before, and Tim tries to not show it on his face.

Dick ushers him back to the cot and sits down on it with him, letting Tim rest against his side, arm around the fourteen year old’s shoulder.

Bruce isn’t the man he remembers him to be, a shadow in his eyes that Tim has never seen before, even as he kept the man from completely sinking into his grief with stubbornness alone.

There’s something off about Barbara, her voice subdued.

Alfred is notably missing and no one brings up Helena.

The blonde, Stephanie, is typing furiously, shoulders hunched like she was trying to hide behind Cassandra, though of course, she couldn’t, really, telling Tim there were others, even more people who wanted updates.

He feels off footed.

He says nothing.

He curls up to Dick whose talking, what he’s saying is important because it’s coming from Dick, but it’s not relevant to the situation he finds himself in currently so he lets his bother’s voice mostly wash over him as he takes in his ultra vigilant audience, tracking their movements and taking notes of their expressions.

There’s something off about these people.

He keeps it to himself.

At least Dick is here.

[multiversefanfics]

Touch Starved

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Warning: nothing but fluff Summary: Dean is touched starved, he needs you to keep him grounded. Word Count: 644

Dean Winchester — The man, the myth, the legend, the big scary hunter that wasn’t afraid of anything. Except losing you.

Dean loved being touch by you, even more than him touching you. Both sexually and romantically, this big, strong, man was a softie at heart. He hunted the worst or the worst yet the only thing that could make him fall apart was you.

Sure, Dean faced many many losses, but none of that matter when it came to you, you showed him love and kindness that he’s never experienced before, in the beginning he felt as though he didn’t deserve it, he still sometimes feels like that.

You’re the one that brings him back down to earth, the only one that could make him forget all about the turmoil that just occurred hours ago. Dean definitely wasn’t one to share either, so when Sam had all your attention one night during some lore research, he walked around the bunker library huffing and puffing until you finally asked him what was wrong.

“You’re giving Sammy all your attention, while i’m over here alone, withering away to nothing.” You rolled your eyes and continued to flip through the book Dean had enough, he wanted to cuddle, he wanted kissed, he wanted you to rub his back in that special way that he likes, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He slammed the book shut and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You let out a yelp and smacked his butt, you looked up at Sam throwing him an apologetic look, he understood Dean was relentless.

“Dean! We have work to do.” He didn’t care, he wanted you all to himself, the lore can wait.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I’m in need of some cuddles and. kisses.” He continued up the stairs to your shared room.

There was nothing you could do but lay on his shoulder patiently waiting for him to put you down, there was no use fighting it or trying to negotiate a deal, he was dead set on cuddling.

When the two of you finally reached the room, he pulled the blanket back and laid you on the bed, you shot him a glare as he crawled in bed beside you. You admit, he was very persuasive when he really wanted something.

He nuzzled his way into your arms, causing a giggle to leave your lips. “You’re really needy today.” He nodded against your chest, pulling you closer to him.

You loved when Dean got like this, it showed you that he truly needed you, even when he was angry or just in an all around bad mood, you were always there for him. He left soft kisses along your jawline, as you ran your fingertips up and down his spine, he shivered at your touch but ultimately relaxed under it as well.

“Y’know, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, sweetheart.” Hearing him say those words made your heart flutter, you knew he was telling the truth too.

Dean wasn’t one to talk about his feelings, not even with Sam, but when it came to you, the words came out like vomit, half the time he didn’t even know he was saying them until he looks at you and you're staring back at him, adoringly.

He felt safe with you, he knew you wouldn’t make fun of him for feeling the way that he did, maybe a little playful teasing when he was super mushy, but you loved him regardless and he knew that.

You started to rub his back in that special way that he liked and only you knew how to do. His breath got slower and light snores began to escape his lips, you smiled softly and allowed yourself to relax, falling asleep along with him.

Everything was perfect and you couldn’t be happier.

A/N: This came out of nowhere and was written in less than 20 minutes, I hope you guys like this if you want to be tagged in future fics comment here or send me a message. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. 🥰

Main Masterlist - Dean Winchester Masterlist

Taglist: @iwudbutnah @littlesoulshine @miss-marmalade

[celuere]

How are you Alba? I hope your routine hasn't been too tiring recently and that you're doing well and having time to rest, you deserve it!!

Taking a break from the freak requests, (which I hope you had received, because if you didn't it's going to make this paragraph start weird👎👎👎) I came here to earnestly ask for a fluff and wholesome fic about Arlecchino and reader putting together a nusery for their child... I know it's a bit '????' but listen:

Creating a newborn's nusery is very complicated, it is the place where parents will spend most of their time in the first few months after the baby is born, not to mention that the decoration will probably remain the same for a good three years, only changing the toys that will be scattered on the floor. Between trying to guess a possible taste that your child might have and combining a normally super childish aesthetic with the rest of the house, as well as predict what would be a good investment in the future or not, from the best cribs to toys, not even mentioning the discussions that arise between expecting parents due to the different views that each one has to the room, It's a challenge.

Although I believe that Arlecchino would have a good knowledge about it, after all she is a director of an orphanage, she certainly knows what is useless to put in and what is indispensable. Even if any doubt arises about what itens to brought, she would research madly for an answer or even ask for help from the children in the House of Hearth for a more concrete opinion. If I were to guess, both Reader and Arlecchino would quickly come to a consensus on the theme and decorations (Peruere is completely in love, she would only let her wife choose everything, including a little stuffed bunny that strangely looks like her...), while the heavier work of assembling furniture and painting walls are left to a more specialized workforce or to the Knave itself when she wants to show herself to her beloved wife.

As I don't want to take away too much of your creative freedom, I'll end the request here. Feel free to modify any of the ideas. The choice is entirely yours, after all, I don't want that this request become boring for you.

(Just gonna add if here: they have a cat, because for sure Arle's a cat person; spiders and cats look alike)

Thank you in advance for reading this message, you are a sweetheart Alba,

With care, 🍰 anon.

i swear ANYTHING related to papacchino gives me heavy babyfever i can't do this anymore💔 i hope i caught the right vibe, i‘m really tired writing this so i‘m sorry for any grammar mistakes or misplaced words😞

divider by @/anitalenia

„wouldn't a purple theme be more prettier?"

„....purple? my love, you insisted on an orange theme two weeks ago."

scratching your cheek with your index finger, you recalled the memory of you a bunch of days ago where you stood before the nursery, color palettes in hand.

„my... i almost forgot about that... can we still change it?”

it was moments like these where arlecchino grew a bit older. but with a short glance down to your hand resting on top of your baby belly, wedding ring glistening in the candlelight, where she quickly shook those thoughts off.

„i'll see what i can do since the painters are already scheduled for tomorrow morning...", but whatever her wife wishes, she shall receive.

choosing a color theme for your babies bedroom turned out to be the easier task.

„where should we put the crib...? or the changing table? we also need a little corner for her to play in- and a nursing chair too and-”

„ma amour, ne nous précipitons pas. nous avons encore beaucoup de temps avant qu'elle soit là."

„my love, let's not rush. we still have plenty of time until she is here.", a gentle hand came up to squeeze your shoulder.

deciding on furniture was torture. everything was too adorable to not buy. the both of you wanted her to not miss out on anything but maybe you don't need a dozen plushies for a newborn. if it were not for that one stuffed rabbit that had an uncanny resemblance to a certain someone...

„you are right, i just... i want this to be perfect for her. even if she probably won't remember her nursery, i want her to feel special... wanted...", your eyes were laced with a love that had yet to bloom. you rubbed almost instinctively the downside of your belly. you still had five more months to go but celestia knows how fast these will fly by too.

you were too focused to notice your husband's breath stilling at your words.

special...

wanted...

„yes... special...", the word rung in her ears for longer than expected before she saw it. a clear vision of what the knave may have in mind for the nursery.

„why don't we grab some paints from a nearby workshop during our daily walk later?", you felt her fingertips brushing over your skin as she shoves some loose hair strands behind your ear. she is keeping her usually sharp nails neatly trimmed ever since the news of your pregnancy first came out.

„father... are you sure...? isn't this supposed to be something... unique?"

„that is exactly why i am bestowing you with this task. now go on, let your creativity roam free.”

the knave watched her children exchange almost ecstatic glances before they rushed to the paintbrushes sitting atop a table laid out with old newspapers. with only the most high-quality paints already getting fought over.

it was a beautiful day. the mild sun spending just enough warmth to not start sweating with a gentle breeze ghosting through the trees of the estate.

and arlecchino watched her kids turning the changing table and the crib into a beautiful, joyous canvas.

fingerprints, messy brush strokes and explosions of all kinds of bright color, yet the fatui harbinger never looked more at ease as the laughter of her children filled the estate of the hearth.

you were neatly tucked away in your bedroom, not feeling well enough to leave the comfort of your sheets.

all the more reason for your husband to be looking forward to the results- and your reaction.

a nursery for your baby without the influence of her siblings... unimaginable. not even worth considering.

but the joy was short-lived until they started painting each other. that's when arle started to regret her choices. their pretty clothes.... and yet kids will be kids. she turned a blind eye to their silliness this one time.

arlecchino just hoped the colors would come off of their faces....

[cubur]

I’ve been seeing your art all around the internet and trying to find your page where you are active. I finally found your tumblr and was so happy until I saw the posts about your pet and how bad you are feeling. I just wanted to let you know that your art truly brings light into my life and even if you stop drawing it has forever impacted me. I wanted to say thank you and I hope you will return one day.

Hello！ Well, I probably haven't been around for 3 months. I've had the chance to read all the messages now… And I realize i've caused a lot of you to worry, so even though i can't answer each of you individually at this point, i thought you at least had the right to know what was going on.

Ok, when I lost my cat about 3 months ago, I lost many things along with it. I don't know if you guys noticed, but i'm not as active as i used to be. In fact, I can't even remember the last time i drew narusasu …it feels like i've forgotten how to. Honestly I never imagined this day would come… I mean… I don't know how this sounds to you guys, but i won't be able to be active on this account anymore even if i wanted to. I've been trying to hide it, but i've been having arguments with my family about my fan arts for the past year or so. No, not in the way you might think. It's just… maybe many of you won't understand, but my country is going through serious financial struggles, and unfortunately i no longer have the time to create art for free like i used to.

For over ten years, I've been making a living by drawing at my desk, creating things online, whether good or bad. But at some point it stopped making me happy, yes, and that's when I started drawing fanart. Believe or not, the sense of warmth and belonging I felt here was something i had never experienced anywhere else. Yes ofcourse I love Naruto and Sasuke, but the warmth I felt and the feeling of knowing that i wasn't alone was what truly brought me here. Some of you made me laugh, some of you made me cry, and some of you even made me really angry at times. But throughout my life, I've met very few people whom i truly felt close to, and one of them was someone i met thanks to this community. That's why I want to sincerely thank you all！If I've been fighting all this time, it's because I don't want to leave you all. But after a certain point, trying to manage both of my accounts actively caused me to spend extra energy mentally and even physically. So, in the end, I burned out.

Recently, every time I drew sns, i ended up arguing with my family, and it just made me feel like this was the place i should give up. Unfortunately, people can change when it comes to money and that's why I had to take a break.

If you ask where I am now and what I'm doing, i'm still doing one of the things i love, i mean drawing, but active and working on my other account, which is completely different from this one. I'm not planning on closing my account here yet, still have unfinished commissions, and just want to leave the door ajar in case i still have a chance to come back in the future. But still, if you were to ask my honest opinion, I would say don't get your hopes up too much…

No matter what, take care of yourselves guys！ Thank you！❤️

[misfxtteam]

Bucky smiles faintly, of course Tony started building bots like that wen he was 15, and the mention of Steve. He shrugs, “Stevie is…he’s a black and white type of guy with most things, so yeah he’s not going to understand how we go from how we were behaving yesterday to today, but he’ll wrap his mind around it eventually.” He does nod in agreement that the concrete floor hadn’t been the most comfortable. He thinks for a second about the question before shaking his head, “No, honestly I really enjoyed everything we did,” he says with a faint blush.

He listens to Tony’s explanation about what the government had made legal, torture against suspected terrorists, the evidence that some of it was sexual in nature. He looks a bit uncomfortable, staring down at the creamers and taking one to just toy with on the table, something to distract himself from some of the worst of the memories in his head. He nods almost imperceptible, glancing up at Tony with a sort of pain in his eyes that he usually made sure to keep hidden, “You..aren’t far off. It didn’t..it didn’t happen often back in the beginning. But once they had me conditioned with the trigger words, they would use them sometimes to make me do things. Nothing rough or anything like that, just..mainly for oral,” he says quietly, looking back down at the creamer and thinking more on how he felt about it, whether it would be an issue in future. “It’s not that I think I can never do that again, I just..if I wanted to try, I would need to do it at my own pace. Meaning it would have to be a time when I’m in control and I want to do it to make you feel good, I don’t think I can handle it yet if it’s the other way around, at least not right now.”

He is quiet for a moment, contemplating something, “I liked when you were rough, I know with my super strength I could easily fight back but..but I didn’t want to. It felt…it felt really good just knowing that I was allowing it to happen by not fighting back. With them, no matter how hard i tried to fight back in the beginning, before the conditioning set in, I…they were always able to subdue me. Whether because they had a bunch of people all at once fighting me, or they would use taser-batons, and use the electricity to incapacitate me. But with you earlier it was like I..even though I wasn’t in control, it felt like I was because I knew i would be able to fight back if I wanted to, but because I knew that it felt like it was..more enjoyable because I didn’t feel weak or anything but more like I was making an active choice to allow it,” he realizes.

He had never thought about sex like this. It was always in the context of what he or his partner liked, what was enjoyable, and taboo things were always more intense but he had never thought about how it related to his trauma. In his research, he had seen that many kinks could often be rooted in a trauma or PTSD response but he had always shut down that train of thought. The idea of processing those things alone, and with no experience to connect it to, it felt like it would be an endless road of hypotheticals that would just lead to spiraling down into the tortured memories. He liked talking it out this way with Tony, with someone who had their own trauma so talking about it didn’t feel like a pity party or like Tony felt sorry for him

He looks up at Tony when he mentions stepping over the line, “No, no you aren’t stepping over the line with that. And if you want to ask about your parents Tony, you can. I..I honestly don’t mind trying to answer. But any of my HYDRA assignments I..I don’t know much outside of what I actually did. So if I don’t know something, I hope that’s okay. And..I don’t think it’s necessarily going to undo the work that we did, not when it’s a conversation like this. When we’ve talked about it in the past, we’ve always been on edge, adversarial about it, i felt the need to defend myself. I’m going to try and not think like that, I want to be able to be open to at least hearing the questions without assuming that you’re being accusatory,” he explains, looking down at his metal hand and just tracing the seams between the metal plating absently as he speaks.

“We do need to work on the buddies part,” Bucky agrees, there was no denying that. “Is it crazy that I think we could be friends, like actually decent friends? We’re both sarcastic little shits, and I do love talking about your tech with you, like..like those bots today in your lab? They were..i thought they were really interesting at least, I would have asked about them more if we hadn’t started talking about other stuff,” he admits, remembering the tense conversation they’d had. It did seem like they had a few common interests even if it was in different ways. Like Tony being a genius while Bucky was merely interested in seeing and learning about new tech, he had no skill in building anything that didn’t come with instructions.

He can’t help the proud smile that he tried to hide by looking over the menu, god it shouldn’t inflate his ego so much to know Tony thought he was the best, but he would definitely hold onto that even if only to brag within his own head. He is quiet for a moment at least before glancing to Tony, “I think..in this convo especially, you can ask about HYDRA, if you want to. When I said I don’t want to get into it too much, i just meant I didn’t plan on explaining the details of what I meant by punching bag. If you have questions, I can’t promise I’ll answer, there’s still some stuff I haven’t fully processed myself, so I might let you know I can’t answer something but I won’t mind you asking,” he promises Tony sincerely.

He glances up at the waitress as she comes to their table, smiling faintly and shaking his head with amusement at Tony’s continued use of the nicknames, “I’d like the pancake platter please, with the scrambled eggs and bacon, and a cup of coffee, oh and a glass of water please,” he requests, smiling at the woman as she jots everything down. Once she walks away, he sets his menu aside and smiles a bit, “I think doing both does add some intensity to both, I don’t like to give empty praise, I’ve always been about finding the right balance. I’m glad it worked for you, it would have been a little embarrassing if it hadn’t,” he chuckles, tapping his metal fingers on the table absently as he thinks for a moment

“Was there anything today that you didn’t like? Whether it was something you didn’t like at all, or if there was something that you liked in some ways and disliked partially?”

[bobbykennedyswife]

“Dream A Little Dream Of Me” 💝

Bobby Kennedy x Reader

synopsis : Bobby has always given you everything you’ve ever wanted, always spoiled you endlessly, and a certain dream makes you feel ready to do the same in return, in the best way you can.

word count : 1.8k

warnings : nothing graphic goes on, just talks about domestic family life and marriage

authors note : hiii this is my first fanfic ever so it might be kind of all over the place, sincerest apologies if that’s the case. also sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I hope you enjoy!!

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Bright beams of sunshine passed in through your window, breaking through the silky curtains Bobby had put up for you months earlier, and pulling you from your deep sleep. You rubbed your eyes carefully and shifted slightly, rolling over so your back faced the window and nuzzling your face into the pillow Bobby usually slept on as you began to think. Your mind was fogged by the aftermath of deep slumber, but you could remember one thing clearly. You’d been having quite vivid dreams all night long, ones that made you think about things you hadn’t even considered. Made you think about Bobby, and your future, and the past and present too.

The last time you remembered having a dream as vivid as the one from last night was on the night after Bobby’s proposal to you.

You’d been so excited, and all night long your mind had gifted you with visions of a big, beautiful wedding—a long white aisle with a lace veil trailing along it, wedding rings, Bobby’s tanned hands holding yours and his lips offering generous kisses, an impressively beautiful layered cake, ribbons in your bridesmaids’ hair. It’d all been wonderful to get to imagine, and it left you smiling and blushing bashfully when you awoke, excited like a schoolgirl who’d just been asked to prom.

It hadn’t all just been dreams either, for all of it had really been brought to life, thanks to the sweet nature of your darling Bobby and his extensive familial wealth. You’d told him about your dream, and about your fantasies of your ideal perfect wedding. He’d taken every bit into consideration, and made it all a reality on your big day. The venue and decor at your real wedding had all been beautiful, just like in your dreams—pale shades of pink, yellow, cream, and blue dancing all around the place in exquisitely pleasing order—and the ceremony had been even better, the most romantic, fulfilling moments of your entire life that nothing could’ve ever prepared you nor could ever live up to.

For your honeymoon as well, he’d planned that according to your fantasies of a perfect vacation months earlier. You’d been flipping through a women’s magazine and saw photos of a beautiful 17th century estate in Portugal. A big, castle like home with dozens of rooms of gleaming marble and stone and intricate hand painted designs. A large garden out front filled with beautiful flowers, with a big staircase leading to a huge crystal clear pool, acres of perfect green grass and a clear path through the enormity of the estate intended to be used as a moat of admiration. The coast was nearby, as well, so you could make a trip out to the beach whenever you wanted.

You had adored the property, and showed it to Bobby later that evening in bed. You’d hinted at maybe going somewhere like that for your honeymoon, or for some other vacation down the line. You hadn’t explicitly stated that you wanted to stay in that exact home, you knew renting it would be enormously expensive and you didn’t want to make Bobby feel like he had to put all the money unnecessarily into something like that. You didn’t want to seem too frivolous or like a gold digger, nor did you want to overwhelm him. Your worries were completely thrown out the window by Bobby, though, and you discovered this was such when he surprised you about a week later with plane tickets to Portugal and the news he’d rented the whole place out for your honeymoon.

You’d been so excited and thanked him nearly hundreds of times, basking in the joy of having a man that really seemed to be eager to do absolutely anything under the sun if it would please you. He was so doting and so kind, and spoiled you so much you almost felt guilty for it. You knew you were much luckier than most women, knew you had the greatest husband you possibly could. He gave you everything, did everything, and it made you want to do the same for him.

And maybe that—knowing Bobby would do anything for you, everything was possible with him, you could have any future you thought up thanks to his doting unconditional sweetness—was why you’d dreamed so vividly of finally making a father out of him.

That was certainly the greatest gift you could give him, and was a dream of yours, like a majority of other wonderful things you’d enjoyed together.

Your dreams of a wedding had of course come true, your dreams of a perfect honeymoon had come true, you had a marriage that would’ve been the stuff of fairytale and fantasy to you when you were a young girl. Maybe this was supposed to come true as well. Maybe the next thing you were meant to have was.. a baby.

You were snapped out of your long winded train of thought by the door creaking open, and you turned your head up to see none other than Bobby stepping into the room, in all his handsome Kennedy glory. He usually got up earlier than you and wasn’t in bed when you woke up, so you hadn’t even really processed his absence till now, but now that you had, you realized you’d missed him. He was already dressed for the day in a sweater and slacks, and held a cup of coffee for you in his hand.

“Well, good morning, dear.” That familiar boyish smile came onto his face as he spoke and made his way over to the bed, sitting on the edge and setting your mug down on the nightstand. He leaned down, brushing your soft hair off of your face and pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, his lips curved up in a faint smile.

“I would’ve woken you up a bit sooner, but you looked so peaceful, I just couldn’t bring myself to.” Bobby spoke, keeping his voice soft and running his fingers through your hair, gazing down at you. “I made a cup of coffee for you. Figured you’d want it, you usually do.”

You allowed yourself to relax against his touch and shut your eyes again, though it wasn’t for the intention of sleeping or even really relaxing. It just served the purpose of allowing you to focus more solely on Bobby’s gentle touch, and bask in the quiet intimacy of the moment without the extra stimulation of sight.

You gave a slight nod after he told you he’d brought you coffee, smiling softly. Bobby was quiet for a moment after your lack of a response, and he soon started to talk about his duties for the day, softly speaking about plans with Jack. He had a few meetings or something, and had paperwork to fill out. You didn’t really know, as you hadn’t been listening much. You were too busy thinking still, and Bobby always had a tendency to ramble.

You gently interrupted him a minute or two into his soft rambling.

“I dreamed about you.”

Bobby was snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing your voice. He processed your words and smiled a bit at them but didn’t respond with much, just a soft, “Yeah?”

He was hoping his lack of substantial reply would encourage you to speak again, and tell him more. He was always interested in what went on in your mind, whether it was when you were asleep or awake. He thought you had a beautiful way of thinking, a beautiful mind and psyche. Probably why he always took your advice on serious matters, with no second thoughts.

“I dreamed that.. that we had a baby. A little girl. She had your eyes and smile, and my hair. We loved her so much, she fit right into everything. It felt so real. We gave her a pink nursery and she had little pajamas with Bambi on them, and we put little pink bows in her hair. Oh, it was so precious.”

Bobby’s eyes went slightly wide for a moment at the words that sounded from you. He hadn’t necessarily been expecting to hear that, but he wasn’t upset about it. No no, not upset at all. Quite the opposite, really. He’d been waiting to hear something like that from you, waiting for a confirmation that you were ready for a life like that with him. He’d always known that you would eventually, he’d just chosen to be a gentleman and wait for you to decide when you wanted it. And now that it sounded like you were reaching that point, he was beyond excited. The prospect of a baby, a sweet little thing to cherish and love, filled him bright joy.

“Well I.. I’d be ready to make that a reality. That is, only if you are, Y/N. You’ve never brought this up before, so don’t decide on a spur of the moment type thing. We have all the time in the world, you know.”

You’d been married for just under a year, but you loved eachother so deeply, you both could be certain that nothing could happen that would cause you to split. And most certainly a baby wouldn’t . A baby would be a blessing, the physical embodiment of your love for eachother. It’d tie you together even more, make you as close as you possibly could be past marriage, bonded for life. You’d be parents together, the natural next big step in your love story.

You fluttered your eyes open and looked up at the man in front of you. You smiled softly and reached your hand up to rest it on his hand that was still against your cheek. You leaned your head to the side a bit and gently kissed his palm. “I.. I think I’m ready, Bobby. I just needed a little reminder that it was a possibility for us. I guess that’s why the angels or something blessed me with a dream about it.”

Bobby’s smile widened and he gazed for a moment before sliding his hand away, instead wrapping both of his arms around your waist and pulling you up slightly. He leaned in further and pressed gentle kisses to your face, all along your cheeks and your forehead and jaw, and anywhere else he could reach without going below the neck. You smiled brightly and allowed him to shower you in all this attention, definitely enjoying it quite a bit and showing your appreciation in soft giggles and an embrace, your arms sliding around his neck.

Bobby finally stopped the kisses and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. His face was smooth, so you knew he’d shaved this morning, and you could feel his lips curved up into a smile against your skin. You slid your fingers through his hair, and he sweetly spoke up.

“What are we waiting for then?”

[thesullenfawn]

Outgrown

Part One: Return.

Tags: Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader, possible future smut, slight religious trauma but not really mentioned.

Notes: Hi! Finally writing again after almost a year, I’m not gonna lie when I say, I have NO idea how this fic is going to evolve, I’m just going to make the story as I write, I hope that’s okay for everyone! That’s why tags are very vague.

divider.

You still wear that cross necklace everyday, even though you swear you’ve deconstructed. It can be used as a safety sort of thing, you think, but at the same time the people in Chicago don’t really seem to care.

That’s where you find yourself now, driving down the interstate home. Mississippi, the birthplace of the blues and Elvis Presley. God, that town, you think you’re regretting your choices only two hours into this long drive. But at the same time, the honeysuckles, sweet tea, the slow pace of life, its drawing you back home.

Chicago drained you, big cities in general drained you. After three years of living there and not leaving, you’re starting to think that maybe the city life isn’t really your cup of tea.

Finally, after eight more hours of driving with a stay in a motel in between, you’re home. The air is different; it’s fresher, sweeter, humid. You can feel your hair start to frizz already. It’s eight AM on a Sunday when you walk through the front door of your childhood home, you assume Grammy is getting ready for Church, if not gone already. The smell when you walk in could’ve sent you back ten years. The instant coffee, the lilies that Grammy insisted on always having on the kitchen table, and also just that average old-person-house smell.

You leave your bags on the floor at the door and walk in further, seeing Grammy at the kitchen table drawing on her eyebrows with some pyramid scheme branded pomade, the same one she’s been using since you can remember. She glances up at me and stands, walking over to hug me, “Oh, Baby, come here, you’re in time to get ready for Church, too”. Shit, you thought, you’re going to see everyone. Everyone’s going to see you.

Even the people you wanted to forget about.

[deceit-and-knowledge]

ooc: SAGE AND RECLUSE TALK ABOUT NIGHTMARES 🗣️🗣️ + wholesome truthless 👀

then the group is off the diner in the cremé republic :D (because funny)

f: recluse! Pardon recluse.

t: hm?..

*is wearing a dark blue and black suit, it's not baggy like his usual attire, even his hair was put in a small pony tail*

f: ...!?

...my..!..r-recluse! You look fabulous!.. it's so nice to see you in something more fancy!

t: this feels odd.. but at least I look okay.. according to you..

Did you need something..?

f: ah well.. you..see-.. I had a terrible dream last night and I've been recommended to speak to you about it..

You are my friend afterall..

it was what I planned to discuss earlier before we were interrupted by getting ready..

t: ah.

Well. Go ahead. *Sits down*

f: well *pacing around, avoiding eye contact with the recluse due his "new weird feelings"* you see. I had a nightmare, in involved this monster that charged at me and then I met the new cookie that's hovering around and t-then they told me the monster represents my fears and insecurities and that if I remember correctly.. is that I've hurt someone with my words and own thoughts and I feel guilty, I'm worried over our friendship and my own fears over becoming a beast cookie..

... Who did I hurt..?

t: the beast. Your own disdain for "fate" and constantly fearing it will affect him after awhile, whilst I hate the beast, constantly being reminded of who you were and how much they'd hate to be you, would hurt. Especially when he already spoke to you about how you shouldn't hope and that he "hates himself". You're only making him hate himself more. It's just realistic.

f: ....oh...

t: but no one can prevent nor change the way you feel about your own potential future and who's affected by your own thoughts and words about yourself. The beast will be fine but you just have it on your subconscious that you've hurt him...

That wouldn't bother me but I'm not as kind as you.

f: nothing ever bothers you.. haha! Not when a silly nightmare I bet!

t: not anymore. I've grown so numb to the nightmares I experience but they affect my ability to rest that they just irritate me.

f: if it's not too personal.. what do you have nightmares about..

t: ....my friends. Their words of "pure vanilla cookie help us" are now nothing but a fleeting sting to my heart. I feel barely anything to it. I understand I failed everyone. I failed them especially but the constant reminders are tiring.

I just want to sleep one night without the reminders. They don't even really hurt anymore but I can't move past it. It's pathetic.

f: ...a..ah...... I'm... sorry for that....

....do you ever dream about the beast.

t: no.. my mind has thwarted that monster already. I simply do not fear it. However. I have dreamt about you once. 2 nights ago. I actually slept.

f: oh! What did we do?

t: it was merely dreaming about events that occured that day but I suppose it was better than reminders of my past before this.

f: heh-.. but..yes.. I had a terrible nightmare, it seems to get worse each time! Like.. my fear is growing..

Why would I be worried about us..why am I so worried about a maybe!?..

...why can't I make this stop..is my willpower that weak? Is this why I corrupted.. my mind couldn't take it?

t: *stands up and puts his hand on sages shoulder* it's normal to worry. It doesn't make you weak, don't think you are. Don't close yourself up like the beast did. I like how open you are about how you feel. I'm unable to do it myself, it's good to have a coach..

please stop worrying about hurting me or losing me because you "became a monster". I told you. I would still accept you regardless and be the guide you need back to who you are right now. I care about you, sage.

*the recluse gives sage a genuine smile, no weakness or force behind it as if it came straight from his cold heart, finally displaying some warmth despite the hurt inside he feels.*

f: .....i-i..!..

t: you are my friend. I don't express how much I care but I try to. I fed you today because I know you haven't eaten in 2 days... I gave you a crystal because I know you like trinkets and shiny things, I once gave you a vanilla orchid because you like them. I'm called a silent observer for a reason. I learnt things from looking and listening instead of talking.

f: ... R-recluse..i-i um..I.. I.. I'm.. I'm.

... Ugh..

t: ...are you okay?

f: it's just.. I have these...weird new feelings, they're quite bothersome but I'll get over them! Fret not!

t: alright.

f: ....

......

*hugs recluse then runs off* thanks for the chat my friend!

t: ..... You're...welcome..

[kerryshifting]

what advice would u give people trying to manage shifting while also having a life here? like how can one be motivated to shift while u have sm responsibilities and expectations here? if u get what i mean lol

having responsibilities, obligations and feeling the pressure of expectations can make you overwhelmed. but, shifting motivation can be anything……

think about the details, the little things. what kind of perfume would you smell in your dr home? the food? weather? any secret hangout spots that you would look at and be like ‘ah, yes. life is beautiful’ ? think about your dr friends. not only you can romanticise your cr, but also your dr. listen to the music that reminds you of your dr or shifting in general (because trust me, if there’s something your shifting-related emotions can recognise, is music).

this is not an invite to ditch your cr life because it would make it unbearable, and it’s not the best thing ever. i don’t know what kind of responsibilities you have but finding a balance for them and to then enjoy what you like (hobbies, and have time for yourself) is essential.

being burnout won’t help anyone. and it can make you not have any kind of motivation — not only for shifting, everything. the expectations: i knooooow how difficult it can be to always want to satisfy them (especially if they are from people you love) but you are more important than what people want from you. know your limits and send boundaries so you can have the time where you can connect with yourself, your desires, and just relax.

then, just remember your dr life. there’s a reason you want to shift, right? make it yours, think about possible things that can happen in your dr-future, about the beautiful things you deserve and you’ll live, appreciate the little moments of peace of your dr, or even the big moments like any event you may have scripted. your dr is just like any other life, so treat it as one…. do you have any routine in your dr? what would be an usual day? how would you treat boring moments? how would your dr self react to things happening to your cr self?

everything can be used as motivation. maybe a flower you see on the street can make you emember a moment in your dr or someone who really likes that flower. the stars and the moon can make you think about your dr sky where you whisper secrets to them. a book, a movie, maybe someone can make a joke and you can think “oh, my dr friend would find this hilarious”

don’t let the cr life and the responsibilities make you succumb in the deepest form of ‘there’s no hope and motivation for me asaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa’ even if i know that this is better to be said than done

[481mclarg]

Hello! You're the first MotoGP writer that I've seen so I'm super excited to be requesting this.

How do you feel about Marc Marquez x fellow championship winner!male!reader who's also Rossi's protégé? The two have near polar opposite approaches to just about everything, Marc being, well, Marc: aggressive on track, playful, energetic etc.; and reader being such a clean and precise pilot that it genuinely throws people off, quieter, more prickly and avoids the press like it's the plague (and when the press do get ahold of him, he acts like he has said plague). Everyone was shocked when the two got together due to a variety of factors but they don't let that stop them.

Thank you very much and congrats on 100 followers!

✶ Idiota, I do care about u

      ┈       The best love story is when you fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time.

★ Marc Marquez × VR46 Academy Male Rider – MotoGP Championship Winner.

☆ "Rivals" to Friends to Lovers. || WC: 965

Warning: Not really rivals, but yk VR46 - Marquez rivalry. Cursing as love lenguaje? (idk, I do that a lot tbh). And mention of Marc's injuries and surgery.

« K » Im excited too !! I thought no one was going to ask for anything about MotoGP, because there is very little that is not about two riders.

'k, this is pretty long too. But I really love the idea, so maybe I'm writing something similar in the future (plus the The Devils × El Diablo smau & the Chef × YT22).

Sorry Joan Mir, I steal ur Championship... maybe the 2022 from Pecco too. I tried to do it a little unclear so you can imagine other result if u want .

Hope yall enjoy it!

          2020 was a crazy year, but it was YOUR crazy year.

          You just win your first MotoGP championship!

          But you really wanted to fight with Marc for it, so you were disappointed that he couldn't race all year.

          Then, Portuguese GP 2021, and he's back.

"Hope to see you on track again, Marc" "You're gonna see my back the whole race" "You wish."

          Actually, you were pretty surprised when you saw him walking with his brother through the paddock. Internet was already flooded with articles talking about his come back— but you never read the news. Not even from the official MotoGP Instagram.

          You don't have all that time to waste,

          ... and even if you did, you wouldn't waste it reading junk news.

          Since Marc has a completely different style than yours, you get more excited about racing against him. You want to defend your title with the best riders on track too, and no one can deny that he is making history in the sport.

          You're not afraid to say it, even if you're at the VR46 Academy.

          Obviously, you're also excited to race alongside Valentino before his retirement & to have been able to celebrate your championship with him. Being part of his academy is an honor. But that doesn't blind you. You always try to treat all the riders with the same respect.

          Valentino's fights aren't yours, and Marc never gave you a reason to hold on to that resentment.

          Although, you can't deny that Valentino was right when he said that Marc is annoying as fuck (on the track, at least).

          Aggressive; he's never afraid to take risks, even if the odds of coming out well are low. He never stands still. He can't accept a place within the points, and he rides only thinking about winning.

          You, on the other hand, can sacrifice an on-track fight for a better place if it ensures you a consistent number of points in each race.

          If you're not sure you're going to succeed, you don't even bother trying. You think it's a waste of time and effort. You prefer to wait for the right moment or create it more passively, without running over others and risking crashing with them.

          That's led you two some good battles in past races, and you really hope you can continue competing against him.

          And you were doing it. The audience couldn't complain about the season they were watching.

          You, Marc, Enea, Fabio, Pecco... You really enjoyed the season.

          Although you enjoyed more a new closeness between you and Marc.

          Maybe you can call it a friendship? You two now talk when you see each other on the paddock, actually stopping to talk a little more, or even walking together. You two are always together when meet at press conferences, even if you are with other Academy riders.

          During the 2022 season, that friendship gets... closer? Like, really close.

          You meet his house, befriended with Alex too and their dogs... You love them. At this point, the Marquez brothers think you only go to their house for Shira and Stitch.

          Can anybody blame you? They are the cutest.

          At some point... maybe you started to think that Marc was also very cute. And maybe Marc started to think the same about you.

          But all that determination you had in the races seemed to stay on the track.

          It wasn't until Marc was injured (again) that your feelings were confessed.

"Idiota, don't scared me like that ever again" "What did I do??" "Get injured? And you make me think that you're about to retire, you asshole"

          He laughed. He knows that you actually care for the other rider's health, but doesn't understand why it seemed to affect you that much.

          Then, you asked for a moment without his documental's cameras.

          Deep breath and...

"I'm worried because I care about you" "Yeah, I–" "I like you... It's that kind of care" "Oh"

          You thought you were about to be rejected in the most stupidly tender way. Only Marc would care enough to reject you, taking care not to completely destroy your feelings. You were about to apologize, starting to mumble some "Forget it" or "I'm sorry."

          But you never apologized.

          A pair of lips made sure you shut up.

"Oh" "Sí, oh."

          He was laughing again when you two kissed a second time.

"Never scared me like that, I need to figure out how to ask you to date before" "I'll be more careful in the future"

          You never left a day without texting him or Alex to ask about his recovery. And when you were free from the MotoGP calendar, you went to his house to see him and help with whatever he needed.

          Alex was really happy that his brother had someone else to care about him too.

          Back to racing, you always had an eye on him, looking for him from your garage or walking around his. At this point, the whole academy was suspecting something. You didn't deny it; even talked to Valentino about your feelings. He didn't like it, but there was nothing he could do but wish you the best. Maybe take the opportunity to threaten him a little in case he hurt or betrayed you.

          So, after winning the Australian GP with Marc in second place, you two make it official. Not public yet, but you two are happy being discreet enough.

          The press didn't need to know about your relationship, only the people you both care about.

          You are happy like this, in your little bubble, which is sometimes questioned by the press for how "strange" it seems that a pupil of the VR46 Academy is so close to Marc Marquez, but you're together, which is the only that matters.

100 FOLLOWERS EVENT 481MCLARG | 28 . 03 . 2025 | CORREGIDO

[imaginariumwanderer]

So, a little update.

This reblog is about how I'm doing for those who care, to talk about my relationship with the crk fandom as of late, and to announce that I'm taking a vacation (to twitter) once I'm done with all the requests, I'll come back in May or at a later date, it's uncertain.

Honestly speaking this isn't anything big, I'm doing well. I'm making this post because I don't want people to worry lol Please be warned I'm going to rambles about my *eugh* feelings under cut, hope it's comprehensible.

Let's get the shorter stuff over first: About my life. Same ol' same ol' stuff. My life is a predictable chain of work eat rest+occasionally dealing w family stuff, and I like it that way. My job brought moderate stress like any job. It's my fluctuating, erratic mental health that gets in the way of finishing my tasks on time. So ya, kinda busy kinda tired but it's nothing I can't handle. It is how it is.

Now let's get down to business: So with the 4th anniversary and the arrival of playable smc, the crk fandom has blown up. I anticipated this long ago but when it actually happen, well... Things have gotten hectic quickly, eh? Eventually and inevitably, I ended up feeling overwhelmed. I've seen other fans, mutuals or otherwise, expressing the same sentiment. So I felt a bit less alone on that front, but it's still hard to deal with.

Last year, the amount of shadowvanilla fanfics on ao3 barely reached triple digits. Now it has over 600 fics and growing. At some point I realized the fandom surrounding this ship has irreversibly changed, whether it's for the best or the worse is yet to be seen, but that realization kinda sent me spiraling. The place which I've familiarize myself with for over a year now feel so alien. I got this sense that I don't belong. I'm not sure if I deserve to be here anymore. I wanted to check how my mutuals are doing, but lately just the thought of checking the shadowvanilla tag or logging onto tumblr at all got me feeling awfully, illogically, anxious. I felt disconnected from everyone.

Make no mistakes, this is no one's fault. From when I made my first crk post up until now I've yet to receive a single negative comment, nor did I have any bad interactions with the fans. Every person I've come across have been nothing but welcoming and kind, my time on tumblr have been incredible so far (aside from those annoying porn bots-) It just that I can't help my intrusive thoughts. I still question my place in this fandom sometimes. Please rest assured, I've done my own crashouts back in late January-mid February (yah, I crashed out twice) and is currently in the getting over it/processing my feelings phase. Drawing is still fun, I still wanna have fun talking about silly cookies with my like-minded pals again c:

If you're new to this blog: hi, thank you for being here. Um, dw I don't tend to get all weird and personal like this that often, it's as a special occasion.

If you're an old follower or a moot: thank you for everything, really. I once mentioned before how I don't like bringing irl stuff or negative feelings onto this blog, but I think all of you deserve a bit of honesty from me. Moving forward I'd like to be a bit more open, if that's okay with you. I'm a pretty negative person in real life (haha)

As said above I'll move to twitter temporarily in the future/April. My twitter is fairly small and new, so it feel nice posting whatever is on my mind without fearing how many people will see it. Feel a bit calmer there too. I'm extra awful truthful there, if any adult crk fans reading this would like to chat, feel free to reach me there! (not in DMs tho it's the anxiety ok sorry sorry-)

Sorry for not being more active on the reblog/interaction department these past few weeks. I gave in to the sus on twitter and then art block hit me like my dad's belt (on top of other irl shenanigans..)

The inbox is open for asks again, anon is allowed too, I'm not confident on my reply rate but I'll do my best! As of now art request is not officially open yet. I do really want to get started but it's impossible with current irl stuff getting in the way. Hopefully I can start doing requests in May, I hope. Shadowvanilla-related art request is welcomed though, I don't have enough mental strength for most things lately but doodling them revitalize me(?) So please feel free to make requests for smilk and vani!

Some rules:

Please specify whether you want them in humanoid or cookie form. If there's no specification I'll draw it randomly.

Slightly suggestive is ok, they can kiss as a treat, but no outright nsfw please. Any graphic requests will be rejected/blocked.

A little bit of blood or light gore is ok👍

(angst prompts is encouraged their suffering fuels me-)

*Waiting time is 3 weeks, if there's no answer by then please consider the request rejected or I somehow didn't receive it. Thank you for your understanding.

Edit: request is now officially closed.

[mari-lair]

so the anime adapted this

but didn't adapt this...?

ok, sure, let's make the already most shallow friendship in this manga even more of a yuri bait.