#I’m tagging him because it’s his job to construct all these new headspace’s

[dannybobany]

Hey omori fans! new genre of omori au that we should be making:

Previous iteration of headspace where Sunny got bored and decided to do a themed one, think about it right? There’s been dozens of different headspaces over the four years Sunny isolated himself he couldn’t have literally been doing the exact same thing the entire time right?

If the cycle can repeat in as little time as three days IMAGINE HOW MANY THAT MUST BE OVER FOUR YEARS And to be entirely fair it is said that this particular iteration is shorter then usual but even still I can’t imagine one headspace adventure ever lasted more then a week or two

Maybe one time Sunny decided he wanted a sc-fi headspace or a steampunk headspace, THE POSSIBILITIES ARE INFINITE PEOPLE!!!

(And yes, I did realize halfway through typing this that this is just the undertale au phenomenon.. but should that stop you? Absolutely not)

Me? I wanna make one where sunny got bored of how PG everything was so he made headspace gothic grimdark, the characters are allowed to curse now and the enemies bleed but.. like in the way a 13 year old boy would think is cool … right? That’s funny to me and I would absolutely like to make designs for it

But there’s so many ideas someone could do here, where was the truth contained? What areas are new and what’s consistent? What form do the keys take?

Omori fans I WANT TO SEE THIS. It’s crack it’s absolutely crack!! but do it anyway because it can also be fun !!!!

[peachyproserpina]

Oops pt. 1

Here is another Jason fic for the amazing light of my life @glassbxttless. I am splitting it into 2 parts because my worms are dead and I wanna see how you like this first part.

Part 2 here!

Jason x Fem!Reader

TW: mentions of smut, mentions of sickness / throwing up, pregnancy, swearing.

If I miss a tag let me know and I will add it!

Your chest is heaving, Jason is peppering kisses all over your neck and you giggle, tucking his sweaty hair behind his ear. You try to wiggle out from underneath him but he drops his whole weight onto you, letting out a gasping laugh and try to push him up, you can feel his softening cock twitch while you squeeze around him with your chuckles.

“No, stay here.” It’s mumbled into your neck and you roll your eyes, and run your nails down his scalp, eyeing the way he jerks his hips as you do. You relax fully, giving up then and he rolls off you with his crooked shit eating grin.

“You’re needy Jas.” You curl up right under his arm as you can feel his cum leak out of you, a sticky problem for both of you in the morning.

“And you’re bratty when you’re tired, even after being fucked dumb.” He yelps when you pinch his nipple for the comment, not denying it. You have been a bit of a brat but between work, classes, friends, even Jason was having to pick up more hours, you haven’t seen him and you’ve been stressed the fuck out. You can only fall asleep face timing Jason so many times before you get into a mood and tie him down to the bed and call the both of you out of work just to make up for lost time. You fall asleep not too long after that, tucked up into Jason while he browses some emails from work before he passes out too.

The next 2 weeks fly by the same way, busy bodies and face timing and dirty snaps sent to each other on your lunch breaks when you weren’t home and you couldn’t torture Jason by jerking off for him to watch while at work. Summer finals are approaching and you’re not in the right headspace to notice it, you’re late for your period but you're both so busy it doesn’t even register. It’s not until you're straddling Jason one night and he grips your tits just a little too hard and you yelp. You pull back with a wince and he starts to panic.

“Did I- Are you okay?” Jason’s hands are hovering over your shoulders and you can feel his panic beat off him in waves, cradling your chest as you maneuver yourself off of his lap. You wince when you glide your fingers over your nipples, they’ve never been this sensitive ever. “Do you have breast cancer? Oh my god did I give it to you?” Jason is in a full panic as he starts running his hands through his hair and bouncing his leg. You roll your eyes and shove his shoulder.

“No you dork, it’s just my period, I started spotting today. That’s all” You roll your eyes as you cuddle up to Jason and he lets out a big breath, shoulders falling and relaxing he pulls you close, careful around your chest.

The next 2 weeks are much the same, it isn’t until you’re throwing up into a bin in the middle of your acting final that someone points out the obvious, the most mortifying part of it all? It’s Estelle, Jason’s mom and your fucking acting class supervisor. She pulls you aside into the prop room and the musty smell of the room is enough to make you gag.

“Did Jason knock you up?” Are the first words out of her mouth and they make you even more nauseous. There’s no way you- you got your period… 2 weeks ago. There's no way. You’re shaking your head as you gag, scooting past her and making your way out of the theater and home before you can get sick anywhere else. You go home and pass out, so tired, way more tired than you have been because of finals. Jason finds you curled up on the bed over the covers, he got pinged when you came home early, noting how tired you looked. He tucks you in before climbing in right after you.

Finals are finally done and Jason has booked the whole weekend off to celebrate with you, despite being sick for most of them you passed and you have a few weeks before Fall semester starts. You’re sleeping in, which Jason has noticed happening more often, you always wake up before him with a kiss on the cheek or by grinding your hips against his. He’s brushing his teeth and trying to figure out what you two should do this weekend when he spots the unusually empty trashcan in the corner of the room.

He can feel his blood run cold.

There, he hasn’t. You haven't demanded he take out the trash in almost 2 months. Usually by now there’s tampon wrappers, Jason watched you for a while, he knows your cycle about as well as you do at this point and he can feel himself panic again. You’re pregnant, he fucking knows it. You haven’t had a period in almost 2 months, and you’ve been complaining about how your jeans don’t fit because of how bloated you are. He’s rushing into the bedroom before he can even rinse out the foam from his mouth.

You wake up to an earthquake, wait New York doesn’t have earthquakes. It’s gotta be construction, you bury your face in your pillow before it’s being ripped out of your hands. You sit up and Jason is there, panic in his eyes as he’s pushing the pregnancy test you keep in the back of the cabinet for shits and giggles. You’re not even fully awake yet before he’s picking you up and carrying you into the bathroom and setting you down on the toilet.

“Jason, what the-”

“You’re pregnant. You haven’t had your period in like a month and a half.” Jason is shakily opening the box and handing the stick over to you. You’re awake now, wide awake and this time Jason isn’t alone in his anxiety. You take the plastic cover off the stick and shakily pull down your panties, Jason is still in the room. You’re not even mad, you don’t even notice really. You’re trying to pee on this fucking stick but you can hear and see the tap tap tap of Jason’s feet on the tile.

“Jason, stop! I can’t pee because you’re making me nervous!” it’s come out a little more forceful than you wanted but it makes him stop. He’s running his hands through his hair while you pee on this fucking stick and place the cap back on. You put it face down and walk out of the bathroom. Jason gapes at you, picking up the stick and following you back into the bedroom, you’ve got your head buried in your pillow. “I’m not pregnant, no way Jas. There’s no way.” You’re muffled but he knows what you’re saying. He hesitates, he never. This never.

You both talked about kids, but you both agreed not until way later. When Jason owned his own tech company and you had a job you actually liked, not this part time bullshit you balance with school. A kid was never part of the plan, Jason’s only 26 and you’re younger than him! There’s no way.

Jason runs a clammy hand over your back and sits on the bed next to you, pregnancy test in his hands face down. Too nervous to look at it without you. You’re crying, he can tell by the way your shoulders are shaking and the gaspy uneven breaths you’re taking.

“It'll be fine baby girl, whatever happens we have options. It’ll be fine.” He’s trying not to freak himself out too much, you’re always so strong for him he can be strong for you this time. “Wanna look at it together?” He’s still rubbing your shoulders and you shake your head.

“No, just tell me if I ruined your life Jason.” You sob after you finish the sentence and he’s setting the test on the bedside table as he pulls you into his chest. You cling to him and start crying anew. He’s rocking you both back and forth, hoping that this is all a mistake and that the stress just fucked everything up for you both. You both sit like this for what feels like hours till you have no more tears to cry. Jason is holding your face between his hands and showering your face with kisses.

“You could never ruin my life baby girl promise.”

[jerardeusebio]

When I say “workout,” I really do mean all physical exercises other than running. Before this coronavirus pandemic, I’ve mostly worked out at home. Yes, I’ve availed of a gym membership and found enjoyment in going to one, but this has happened only twice. And these two occasions, they were brief and far between. To illustrate: the first time I had ever set foot in a gym was right after college, around 2009. I went to that gym for about five months and then stopped. The next time would be nine years later, when I moved back home to begin my life as a UPLB academic. But this time, I’d only go to the same gym for three months.

While I did and still do appreciate the equipment variety and quality, the cool temperature, and the very idea of carving out time and headspace to exercise, which most gyms are able to offer its clients, I’ve always found it difficult to buy into the lifestyle. And over the course of the last ten years, I’ve wondered long and hard as to why. Today, I’m attempting to narrow it down to three things:

Running. I often tell my friends that running has saved my life. I don’t mean to be hyperbolic about it. This, on a biological level, is accurate. As someone who’s had to manage anxiety disorders since childhood, I know this to be a fair statement. Running regularly has allowed me to traverse the high wire that life is. And sure, it was on a treadmill that I started running (and liking it), but it was never going to be where I’d stay running. It’s like how cyclers don’t reinstall their training wheels. The whole point of getting them in the first place is to be able do without them later on. The treadmill acted as my training wheels. I hopped on determined to eventually be off of it. Since running became my exercise, the one sport that I had, with great purpose, weaved into the fabric of my identity, the gym and all its other equipment soon felt peripheral. And I wasn’t going to keep paying money for something that I’d, time and again, view as peripheral. 

Money. My 2009 gym membership was paid for by mother as a college graduation gift. I was grateful, but I knew it wasn’t going to be forever. There was some expectation, as I was fresh out of college at this point, that I would eventually earn to pay my keep. And while I knew good physical health was necessary and important, I quickly realized that gyms weren’t. Not necessarily. They were means to an end, and costly means they were. So, when I could no longer swallow my pride, I stopped going. I shifted my focus on running, which at that point I was already falling in love with. I made UPLB campus my gym. I landed a job, eventually. And gym fees would never again fit into my budget. As I invested some money, little by little, on things like dumbbells, jumping ropes, and running clothes and shoes, it became crystal clear that I could do without gym access because (1) I really don’t need it and (2) I couldn’t afford it. Even when I found myself working in the Metro, many years later, and would pass all these posh gyms on my way home, I never ended up seriously considering them. Other things would always come up as more important.

Philosophy. On the first night that I got to hang with Dylan’s friends in Manila, we walked past this construction site on the way to SaGuijo. It was after dinnertime and the construction workers were preparing to retire. One of them had his shirt off and was displaying his chiseled body, cuts illumined by the fluorescent bulb above him. I remember being tagged by Dylan, cued by the sight of this hot construction worker, to share with his friends my ideas about gym-going. I told them what I had told Dylan earlier, that I found it quite ironic that many construction workers get paid to do manual labor and, as a consequence, get to exercise and develop a nice physique, while white collar workers (who go to the gym) have to pay to exercise and be healthy, and, if they’re really determined, develop a nice physique. This was something that I had thought about in my first few months, that time already half a decade ago, at my gym. It hadn’t taken long for me to begin wondering about what I was doing, and why only rich (and/or connected) people went to the gym with me. The more I thought about it, the more I found it ridiculous that I had to pay in order to be healthy and physically active. While for laborers, the work was to lift sacks of cement to build something, the office workers pay to lift iron discs to use what would otherwise be unused muscles. If my job, diet, and lifestyle were so great, then why was I overweight? Why was I struggling? Why was it a good job if it kept me glued to a chair seven hours a day? This to me said so much about how we’ve evolved to define “work” the way we do today, and why manual and physical labor is often frowned upon as menial and low-paying. This also makes sense when I think about physical education classes being excluded from grades computations. Why? Are cerebral tasks necessarily more important than being physically fit? Aren’t those things tied? It also says so much about how we’ve capitalized on these gaps. Again, it seems absurd—if one were to sit down and really think about it—to be working so hard to be able to pay for gym fees and medical care once our health deteriorates because of the kind of inert work that most of us are taught to value and have to do. It is with this philosophy that I decide, each time I get the opportunity to, to not to be part of this culture and commit to making the most of home workouts.

To my friends, I advocate working out at home. I do feel it’s the most compatible for many, if not all of them. But I would understand if they find going to the gym the best choice that they have. I’m sure some of them have thought about it as much as I have, maybe even more. Still, in general, the incentive system to be healthy in our current setup is not that great. Those who have more means, who enjoy more privileges are more likely to be fitter. Even I, just by having ample space for home workouts, already outprivilege so many. Unfortunately, the incentive system is similar for food. Eating more healthy (organic, vegan, whole) is seen as more expensive. Less healthy choices like highly processed foods are relatively cheaper and more accessible. Not to mention education, which allows us to make better food choices. This is were some of our healthy construction workers would lose. In this scenario, as in too many others, it is those with less that are disadvantaged. I digress, I know. I’m afraid more of this must be for another sad and sobering blog entry.

I’ll maintain, though, that if one wants to be fit, going to the gym is not the only option and certainly not the cheapest. The first few months of the pandemic have proven this, as most of my friends went on to do their exercises at home. 

I can’t speak for them, but me—I’m relieved I no longer have to shower before working out, to commute, to find a nearby parking space, to wait for an equipment to free up, to suffer feeling looked at and judged. Mostly, though, I'm glad I don't have to pay to be motivated to move about. And I guess this setup has been working out well for me because exercise has always been a solitary thing for me, like how I prefer running by myself because it gives me a chance to hear my own thoughts, count my own breath, and communicate with my body.

Over the years—and there have been many—the equipment count at home has steadily increased. Just a few months ago, a stationary bike and a pull-up bar were added to my arsenal, thanks to my brother’s efforts. Last week, I purchased the very first pair of training shoes I’ve ever owned. They’re sure to give my running shoes (the wrong pair for lateral movements during HIIT) a nice break from indoor exercises. And these new kicks have been so far great, and I’m looking forward to working out with them for years, in the comfort of my own home.

[countessofbiscuit]

What are your Bobasoka headcanons? I've already gone through all of the (criminally little) fic on ao3 and I especially loved Smothered and Covered, and I saw the majority of the fics in the tag were gifted to you so I'm assuming you're the OG shipper. Feel free to essay if you like!!

Thanks for the ask and kind words about that fic :3 

Oh, Bobasoka … where to begin? It’s a pairing that’s been bumping around in exchange requests for a few years — I figure it’d be easy for anyone invested in Ahsoka’s relationship with the clones to be compelled by the idea. Lledra used to draw Boba and Ahsoka interacting, and it was probably a few panels of their incredible Destinies comic that set my Bobasoka wheels turning. I’m also drawn to them because their journeys traverse so much canon; there’s not just a sandbox to play in, but a whole goddamn stretch of beach, stretching far out into the horizon ...  (#AhsokaLives #BobaSurvived :D)

I have to lead with the proviso that almost everything I write/daydream about/headcanon has a groundsheet of Rexsoka. Ahsoka’s interest in Boba, in my head, is intimately tied up with her attraction to and/or relationship with Rex — or, at the bare minimum, her intimate fellowship with the clones. She went through puberty (maybe with heats!) surrounded by a literal army of handsome, roughly college-aged dudes; that must’ve been a heady mix of heaven and hell. If she didn’t quench her thirst before war’s end and her (eventual) separation from Rex, she’d probably be pretty dehydrated when stumbling across Boba. As for Boba’s attraction to Ahsoka, well ... she’s very pretty, she’s potentially useful, she’s not likely to skewer him in his sleep (+2) on account of being a Jedi (-1), and now she’s the one down on her luck; if he falls in bed with anyone, why not this girl who isn’t afraid of him and stares a lot at his lips?                         

And Boba is like a hot shipping potato — satisfying, hard to fuck up, goes well (read: makes for an intriguing story) with almost everyone. And I think it has everything to do with his liminality, something he shares with Ahsoka and probably recognizes.          

Their neither-this-nor-that-ness overlap in such interesting ways, and they each bring their identity issues to the table — Ahsoka as an on-again, off-again Jedi; Boba as a clone who isn’t a Clone™, a Mandalorian by birth and bearing, but not by the book. At different points in their stories, they identify as different things, and that would affect their headspace and color their view of the other. They wrestle with themselves and each other. Force-user and bounty hunter; privileged topsider and orphaned juvenile delinquent fugitive; GAR commander and outcast clone; Jedi and Mandalorian; Disillusioned veteran and disaffected army brat; Rebellion agent and Imperial contractor.

And as much conflict is baked into these dynamics, it also generates a certain magnetism; and I believe they recognize, on some level, their shared trauma and the symmetry in their experiences. Boba and Ahsoka both have happy childhoods with very little to distress or vex them (beyond the art, I do not jive with Age of Republic: Jango Fett, a Disney-canon comic that not only doubles-down on the Jango-wasn’t-Mando nonsense, but shows him being rather cavalier about Boba’s life); Geonosis happens and their adolescent lives are dominated by war (which is how they came to actively threaten each other as space!secondary-schoolers — whaaaaatf!); they are both dubiously (even wrongfully) imprisoned; and they both suffer alienation and incredible personal loss.  

Boba was set apart from the clones before he was even pulled him from the jar, othered and elevated from the beginning. He never bonded with brothers, he does not identify as a clone. And while there are examples of clones making overtures to him, canonically his relationship with them is fraught and probably made worse when he gets banged up in Republic Central at the tender age of eleven or twelve — and of course, Ahsoka is an accessory to this, the second chapter in his tragedy at the hands of the Jedi. He needed help (whether he wanted it or not), it was not given by clones or Jedi alike (hamstrung by bureaucracy, sure, but surely some other means of intervention might have been lobbied for?), and Boba becomes a right teenage disaster, well-balanced only in the sense that he has a chip on both shoulders.

(n.b. Putting my RepComm hat on for a second, I can’t help but sniffle-laugh at the idea that the Alphas watched him get thrown in a maximum-security slammer and were like “Ah, there he is, the feral vod’ika. First time, we’ll let the little snot earn his stripes. Second time, we’ll bust him out and send him on a tough love retreat with A’den or Jaing.”)

Ahsoka, meanwhile, is part-and-parcel of the institutions that Boba sets himself against, even after she too has been cast out by circumstances beyond her control. She grows up in a supportive Jedi community and then spends some seriously formative years with a whole slew of brothers — brothers that should have been Boba’s! 

Boba, on the other hand, is a great example of the proverb that a child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth. (As he tells Hondo, “Why should I help anybody? I’ve got no one.”) 

The resentment that must create! But also, later, the quiet empathy too — maybe when Boba’s having one of his better days and Ahsoka’s obviously not. 

And all of the above is interesting enough, without also touching upon the wildcard that is Mandalore.

Boba’s relationship with Mandalore .... well, that’s contested in- and out-of-universe and I won’t allow myself to essay overmuch. I subscribe firmly to a Mandalorian Fetts construction of canon, even though Boba must be someone who struggles mightily with Mandalorian identity. He’s raised by a bona fide Mando, a solicitous, loving father who’d have no reason not to pass on his language and beliefs; but at the same time, it takes that village, and when Boba’s clan of two is shattered, he has no one else. The loss of his dad unmoors him from his only anchor to Mandalorian culture and clan.

If Boba had been close to the Cuy’val Dar, one would think he’d have turned to them rather than fall in with Jango’s criminal acquaintances; or maybe the bounty hunters just scooped him up first, and troubled lil’ Boba was shepherded through bereavement by folks who enabled and encouraged him to externalize his anger in a way that gave him a (false) feeling of agency and strength. 

Whatever the reasons, Boba does not repatriate himself to Mandalore (much to Fenn Shysa’s melodramatic dismay). He strikes me as a lapsed Mandalorian; he doesn’t exactly follow the creed besides wearing the armor (scavenged? his dad’s sans helmet? canon is confused on this point, but he doesn’t go Mando until the unfinished arcs at the end of TCW, either for lack of stature, lack of armor, or lack of enthusiasm). I feel like if someone rocked up to Boba in a cantina and had the balls to ask “hey, so you a Mandalorian?” Boba would be like “<ominously slow helmet tilt> who’s asking” and never give you a straight answer.

Meanwhile, Ahsoka gets a crash course on Mandalore from none other than someone who, at one point, belonged to a sect that wanted to expunge Jaster’s legacy from the galaxy — and at the very least, had reason to dislike clones. This isn’t the place to explore my Boba/Bo-Katan feelings, but know that they are fathomless, and I would pay good money to be a fly on the wall of that Kom’rk when Bo-Katan gives Ahsoka Mando History 101 with her own special sauce. Ahsoka is probably more up-to-speed on Mandalore than Boba, and at one point, she may even own more beskar than him! (n.b. After the crash, I think one of the first places Rex and Ahsoka bounce is just inside Mando space, to scope out the Sundari situation and maybe try to scramble a signal to Bo-Katan; she’d have the goodwill to at least get them back on their feet if she can’t help them lay low herself. For a variety of reasons worth maybe ficcing down the line, they aren’t successful.)

I don’t really have a concluding statement except, I just think Bobasoka’s neat :) They hit all my depressed-Millennial buttons.

Headcanon by bullet-point isn’t really my style, but this is tumblr so ... tl;dr:

They recognize a lot in each other, even if they’re slow to admit it, if ever. Boba’s a cagey bastard and Ahsoka doesn’t ever like him enough to be emotionally honest.

They bump into each other during Ahsoka’s walkabout(s) ‘cause Coruscant’s Underworld ain’t big enough for the two of them. Without Slave-1, Boba couchsurfs at Nyx Okami’s garage, but he does his laundry at Rafa’s. He might even borrow the Martez’s new, useful friend for a job or two. 

Ahsoka eventually matures enough to be sensitive about her use of the Force on and around clones, and she definitely doesn’t use it around Boba. Definitely not during sex.

Boba is privately weirded out every time Ahsoka uses Mando slang she picked up off the clones or the Nite Owls.

Boba absolutely kills Cad Bane in that shoot-out, keeps the hat, and lets Ahsoka have it. She shoves it out the airlock and uses it for target practice. 

So many great smut flavours! Hatesex. Acquaintances with benefits. “You’re traumatized and touch-starved and you look just like him/them, and I know how to be gentle and what to do, so maybe we could … ?” They’re both privately comfortable with their bodies and sexuality, but Boba’s got trust issues a parsec long and Ahsoka’s lost confidence; it’s always an awkward affair, but desperation wins out.

They exchange comm codes every time they run into each other, which is kind of pointless because they both use burners.

Ahsoka hitches a ride on Slave-1 more than once. There really is only one bed, so it’s either sleep upright, sleep in a pokey prisoner hold, or sleep with him.

For a few years, Boba can pass as a last-generation clone — the ones that got sold off in bulk units to slavers before Kamino sunk another three years’ food, board, and training into them. Boba pretends he doesn’t notice, easy to really, since he tells himself his helmet is his face. But occasionally, when Ahsoka can convince him there’s profit in it, he agrees to play sleeper agent and assists in liberating a few here and there. 

They don’t talk about Aurra Sing.

When an Imp really crosses him, Boba passes on intel to Ahsoka to ruin their day.

Once, when they’re both super skint, Ahsoka volunteers to get handed in to some relatively minor and out-of-the-way Imperial garrison, so Boba can collect, bust her out, and split the pot with her. It’s the closest she ever comes to telling him “I trust you” — and when he brushes the idea aside, citing something about risk, it’s the closest he ever comes to telling her “I love you.”

Boba sees Inquisitors as muscling in on his game. There are so many lousy Force-users around nowadays, it should be easy pickings, but Inquisitors get privileged information. So he makes sport out of misdirecting them, especially from Ahsoka. 

When he pisses her off, Ahsoka fantasizes about Bo-Katan taking Boba down a peg or two while she watches :)))

Boba experienced Ahsoka’s heat once, secondhand through a cabin wall. He thought he was being clever by shooting Rex up with some Nevoota stim pollen, locking him in with Ahsoka, and hijacking their locked ships. Longest three days of his life, limping on broken hyperdrives and shared fuel stores to the nearest waystation to a soundtrack of violent lovemaking : \

Bounty hunters invariably bump into spies and agents because they work in the same areas. The agents pretend to be bounty hunters, eccentric business people, sex workers, or a range of other things. Sometimes each party knows all about the other, but it’s only polite not to mention it. This happens to Ahsoka and Boba A LOT, especially once she becomes Fulcrum; rebel cells and Imperials often want the same people. Occasionally they exchange fire. A couple times Boba gets imprisoned in Ahsoka’s own brig. Once, Boba blows her cover and definitely lives to regret it. 

(this essay was originally punctuated with pics, but replies with images won’t show up tumblr tags so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) 

[swissmissficrecs]

hey, hope you don't mind me asking but I was wondering if you knew of any fics that dealt with relationship discussions/negotiations and explicit consent and just, them talking about their relationship and what they are and aren't comfortable with and what they want and don't and very explicit talking things? and it doesn't even have to be sexual, just, in general?? all of it?? idk, something like that... (johnlock btw,,, or actually, other pairings too, idc)

Reply: Hey there, sorry it’s taken so long for me to get back to you on this. Here are the fics I have in my bookmarks that are tagged with Negotiation:

Bruise Break Mendby allonsys_girl (12K, E, Johnlock)John's unsure about the depth and darkness of his desire for Sherlock. Sherlock's got a little surprise for him.

Just To Hold You Closeby sussexbound (70K, E, Johnlock)When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined.  John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid.  Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

Kintsukuroiby sussexbound (91K, E, Johnlock)“I love you.”  Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force.  He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling.“I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can.  Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point.  This had to happen. Now it has.  Now they can see where they end up.The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily.  “Do you even know what that means?”

NewSub!John Headspaceby mugenmine (68K, E, Johnlock)Sherlock is miserable at communication, John is terrible at saying no, and they both fail spectacularly at negotiation. In the middle of this all, John tries to come to terms with his need to be bound and dominated, while Sherlock comes up with new, slightly disturbing, mildly scientific, and often misguided ways to test John's limits. Nothing ever goes as planned...

Pull the Stars from the Skyby roane (67K, E, Johnlock)It’s the fall of 2000, and to help him out after his military career has ended due to injury, John Watson’s sister Harriet gets him a job as US tour manager for rising star of the industrial scene and enfant terrible, Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock’s not long out of rehab and there are plenty of doubts as to whether he’s serious about recovery. Plus, the music industry is shaking in its boots over the Napster mess. All John has to do is keep the money coming in and make sure his star doesn't screw things up. After the army, that should be easy, right?

Servicemanby PrettyArbitrary (15K, E, Johnlock, John/OMC)Don't you dare look down your nose at John Watson for his service. He's proud to be an army omega. You'll never know how good he has it.100% non-problematically consensual and largely non-angst-ridden omegaverse, because world-building is cool and this freaking setting won't stop building itself in my head.Yeah, yeah, knots, heat, whatever. BUT. BUT. GENDER ISSUES AND SOCIAL CONSTRUCTS. Priorities, I has them.

The Night Is Darkest by missselene (48K, E, Johnlock, Sherlock/OMC)Sherlock Holmes would do anything for John Watson... and that includes letting John do whatever he wants to him.What would it take for Sherlock to stand up for himself and finally start taking care of his own needs?

This house and everything in it by exeterlinden (33K, T, Johnlock; John/OFC)"I'm in the process of gathering new data, and I believe you have more experience in this area." "This area?" John frowns. "Gossip?" "No," Sherlock replies, "passion."

Unrepentantby squire (36K, M, Johnlock)Sherlock comes back from the dead, and he's not sorry.

Unwindseries by illwick (660K, E, Johnlock)This is an epic post-series 4 BDSM relationship series with tons of negotiation.

What My Body Has Seenby philalethia (12K, E, Johnlock)John insists on using condoms. Sherlock is disappointed. Apparently, this is how fetishes are born.

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

Fill out & repost! This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO / I’m more inclined towards yes, but I’ve seen both extremes in regard to the character - some people actually hate him with a passion.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. I remember I used to get pretty weird anons commenting about how hot he was - and this wasn’t just the standard ‘oh he’s attractive’ kind of stuff, it got into some er, fetishes, so I guess some people really do find him attractive? I personally find him more cute than anything.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / I’d say middle ground? Physically, yes?

Are they underrated?  YES / NO. / In my opinion he is?

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO. / The beginning part and the cruise ship dungeon, I’d say?

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / UM I HOPE SO.

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO. / Does his negative reputation among his classmates count? Or his reputation as Skull?

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL / I think bad is fair ‘cause not all people automatically view the Phantom Thieves as good.

How strictly do you follow canon?  

I would say I stay pretty faithful to him and his storyline in the game - when I do make alterations, I make it pretty clear that it’s alternate universe sort of stuff.  For me, his canon begins and ends at the start and the end of the game - which I try to adhere to.  Anything before or after that is fair game, as far as I’m concerned and if Atlus were to ever elaborate on his backstory or make like an Arena scenario where he’s older, I would try to adhere to that too.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  

He’s kind, he’s loyal, he’s positive, he’s passionate - he’s the total cheerleader best friend and he’s very outgoing, the sort of person you would want to have as a friend - or I would.  Definitely someone who wouldn’t hesitate to jump into the fray and fight alongside you.  He’d be encouraging you to be adventurous, try new things, be the best you that you can be - and he’d help you every step of the way and will keep it real with you, even to the point of brutal honesty.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?)

I think he could very easily come off as bossy or overbearing and maybe even though it comes from a good place, he could come off as a bit pushy when it comes to trying to motivate others to be their best selves.  I also think he’s loud and can’t really keep a secret - not that he would ever blab it, but maybe not the guy you want to gossip to? He’s also blunt to the point of rudeness and I could see people viewing him as way too high energy and too exhausting to be friends with.

What inspired you to RP your muse?  

I remember seeing screenshots of him before the release of the game and I thought his look was just so unique and cool and I thought ‘this is a guy who is not afraid to be himself’  He’s utterly shameless and won’t apologize for any of it  In a way, he’s kind of like the ‘ideal friend’ for someone like me, a good counterbalance.

What keeps your inspiration going?

Mostly day to day life stuff - could be anything, trying a new hobby, cooking stuff.  I tend to find the small stuff more rewarding to write as opposed to full blown heists.  My number one interest here has always been meeting other muns and muses and learning more about them.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO. / I feel like I can’t really answer this without coming off biased but I mean I hope so??

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO.

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO.  

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day?  YES / NO. / It;s more that I think of possible scenarios, instead.

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO. / Middle ground, I’d say.

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO / Ehh, it comes and goes.

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. / Not in regards to writing or taking criticism I don’t think, but maybe more real life?

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?

I feel like it depends, if someone just sends me an ask being like ‘hey i don’t like your ryuji’ then that doesn’t really do much for me.  For me, I feel like it would help if you would tell me what you don’t like.  Do you feel like I don’t capture his dialogue or his mannerisms? Like I kind of need an idea of what I’m doing wrong before I can fix it, otherwise if nobody tells me, then I assume that I’m doing okay - not to say that I think I’m perfect, but it does help when people bring things to your attention, things that you may not even notice yourself.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?

Yes, I love answering questions - and it’s fun to think of how Ryuji thinks and try to get into his headspace!

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?

I’m a writer and a roleplayer - it’s not my job to try and convince others that my Ryuji is ‘canon’ - if you feel like he’s totally different from your vision, that’s completely fine and I don’t want to try and persuade people otherwise.  You’re free to disagree with my headcanons and my portrayal.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?

Again, it’s not really my job to convince people - I would assume that if people don’t like the way I’m writing him, they would do as I do and quietly unfollow me.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  

I mean I’m totally fine with muns coming to me and saying things they don’t like about him - in a sense it’s almost like constructive criticism and I think that’s good, but if someone’s just like ‘hey i really hate ryuji he’s the worst’ or I also don’t really like the people who compare him to Kamoshida because of a few scenes where he ogles Ann? The ogling itself is another debate entirely but please don’t come to my blog and try to compare Ryuji to an actual pedophile and r*pist, thanks.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?

Yep, always room to improve!

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?  

I think so? I have my off days and I try to be approachable - if I have an issue with someone it’s worked out in private and with the utmost care and politeness.

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

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