#I'm desparate for content help me

[elvensaber]

I’ve finished all the sidequests and shrines in BOTW.  I’ve got like a month before TOTK is released.  In light of this, I’ve decided to let Link run little normal errands all over Hyrule so he has a semblance of normalcy before I forcibly launch him into torment on May 12th.  

[peachjagiya]

Wow Peach, your journey is so interesting! Mine is simple in comparison or maybe weird. Take your pick! So, I was in CQL (Untamed) fandom sort of and used to watch K dramas. Funnily enough, my first drama was of Soejoon- What's wrong with my secretary Kim (sorry Taehyungie I met him first) but I had no idea they were friends. It was a random Instagram scroll that changed everything. A BTS concert video popped up, and there was this familiar name (chant) – Kim Taehyung. I vaguely remembered hearing it on a Chinese show, "Day Day Up," where he'd appeared with Wang Yibo when BTS was promoting in China. Back then, I was oblivious to the BTS hype and thought, "Wow, this kid is full of energy!". So yeah back to the video, since I had heard his name I wanted to see who Kim Taehyung is (btw I think I was in cave because I never heard of BTS). And was I blooooown away !?!?! 🥵. I couldn't identify anyone because they pretty much looked same to me 🫣.

I'm a big believer in starting with the basics, so when I first heard about Kim Taehyung, I was determined to understand the minimum basics, so I googled about him and in one of the recommendations it was written Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin are best friends/soulmates. That was enough for me to go searching for this beautiful friendship. I saw more and more videos on Instagram (only concerts/moments without dialogue) and fell in love how they were together. So, you see as there was no description on the videos at the time (only clips and music) I really didn't bother learning about everyone and wasn't aware of OT7 thing. What attracted me was how they looked into each other eyes, and how Jimin used to look at Tae, desparate for his one look like a puppy. So, I feel hook line and sinker. Like who wouldn't ? Little did I know, I was caught up in a case of mistaken identity! It was only after a careful search and some embarrassing self-reflection that I realized it was Jungkook, not Jimin, who had stolen my heart. Talk about a rollercoaster of emotions!

I made it a point to read about all of them but now with their pictures. LOL. Saw almost every content, love all of them but taekook always have a very special place. What can I say I'm one loyal girl, there was no coming back from them. Ah! Those were some good times.

Oh my gosh, I love this. But I couldn't help laughing at you mistaking Jungkook for Jimin. Just the thought of you being like "wow they're so close! Wow! Truly soulmates." 😂

I love this, thank you @purplemoonlibra 💜

[antisatiric]

song challenge !

Share at least 5 songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse! (I went a little crazy and added explanations for them also. My bad. I like to talk about Twain.)

1. American Pie - Don McLean

Well, it's not really very original of me and it doesn't really remind me of him for the reasons you might think, because he doesn't really relate to the song or anything. But, when I was first starting to write Twain---back when he was basically strictly adherent to BSD canon---one of the first headcanons I ever made that had meant a lot to me was that American Pie was a really important song to him. The reason why has changed a lot---he used to have a mentor figure who liked the song, but now it's closer to "when he was a kid, it played on the radio a lot and he liked it". I think as my portrayal of him evolved I really wanted to emphasize the importance of his upbringing on his character, so that ended up fitting in well as a little nod to the fact that while things were hard for him, they weren't ALWAYS hard.

2. Nunemaker's Parable - Everybody's Worried About Owen

If you know this song it's probably obvious, but from the very first time I heard it I thought about Twain! It's a song based on a biblical story, which is a bonus point because Twain WAS raised in the bible belt in a very religious family, but the content of the song is someone losing every single home he's made for himself over and over again, and turning to worse places because of it. It resonated with me and my portrayal of Twain a LOT because I put a lot of emphasis on the fact that Twain, without someone acting as an anchor, is a drifter who's too afraid to put down roots because he's afraid they might get severed.

3. All Gone - Mother Mother

It's another song that reminds me of Twain because of the way he's pretty much scrubbed himself clean of the person he grew up as in every way but the ones that matter the most. He doesn't really talk about his childhood or his family or anything like that and it was because of a purposeful desire to "die" and carry on living as a new person. It didn't end up making him feel any better about the things that had happened, and it's honestly probably worse that he doesn't talk about it, but... Well. He doesn't really like to dwell on stuff so the idea of him talking about it at literally any point is far-fetched. The point of this one was that I like the interpretation that he thought had to mutilate his sense of self in order to move forward, only for it to not end up helping him at all.

4. This Year - The Mountain Goats

Despite being an occasional pessimist and the sort of person who'd joke about dying often, I've always characterized him as the sort of person who wants to live no matter what he has to do. I think drowning when he was 14 really changed his perspective on life, because he genuinely didn't see hope for a future at that point and wanted to die right until the water entered his lungs for the first time, and ever since then he's been oddly stubborn about pushing through. That's not to say he's afraid of death or anything---he's a little afraid of dying alone and he obviously doesn't WANT to die, but it's more of a sense of... "I know one of these days I'm gonna get unlucky and bite it and I'm glad there's an end to life, but I'll do what I can to make sure that's not today". From where he is now, he just wants to be able to appreciate the world and the things that are possible in it while he's alive.

5. Blossoms - The Amazing Devil

I wanted to have at least one song on here that gave me an excuse to talk about his interpersonal relationships and I think this is a really great one. He's lived the sort of life where he's either had to leave or has been left by most of the people who he's cared about, and this song has a sense of drifting and anger and desparation and hurt that I think comes from having those failed relationships and wanting to MAKE something with someone that ends up going right---but it also ends somewhat optimistically, and that's why I picked it over some of the other songs that I was debating talking about for my #5. He's been ruined beyond complete repair by the people he's disconnected himself from but he has the inherent capacity (and desire even if he won't admit it to himself) to choose to stay and work for something resembling a healthy relationship with someone else.

--- tagged by: @longerhuman --- tagging: the person reading this.... :D

[rainsparks29]

I'M ALIVE

Hey!

First things first: I FINISHED THE FIC

So uh. Why'd it take me so long? I explained a bit in the notes, but I've had a super rough time this year. When my hyperfixation died down, I lost a lot of motivation for the fic (a common occurence for me). But I still wanted to finish it, desparately, because I got so many nice comments!

I just, uh, didn't. My mental health started spiralling and got worse and worse, and just getting through the day was my main priority. It was worst over the summer, until things hit a breaking point and I began seeking external help.

Good news: things are looking up!

I felt guilty about being active on this account without finishing the fic, though, so I abandoned it until it was done. Which - now it is! I dunno if it's the best it could have been, but I'm satisfied.

Now? I'm in huuuuge Adventure Time brainrot (and I'm working on art way more consistently). I'll be gradually posting art I put on twitter on here as well. Probably no pokemon content for... a long while.

If you're one of the like 3 people who read this, thanks for sticking with me! <3

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

10.20.24 Easy like SUNDAY morning...

7:01 am

Still,have windblow...

This is one of my crushes on youtube...

I will always love Garrets!!!

8:48 am

Still,have windblow...

Thank God for an another day coz I still wanna travel and do some vanities but still broke...

Whew! Saw my hair clamp just fell down under our sofa... I don't wanna miss things coz I'm on a thrift and I love collecting stuff...

10:42 am

Still,have windblow...

I feel bitterish,still... I'm not contented but in a way flatly happy...

I appreciate Uncle Jun's help on food but still considered as cheap... Cheap is an adjective word to describe a situation,not my intention to put down...

I want to go back to gym or save money for my travels... I really feel fat,ugly and wrinkled... I feel ulgy and old and 17 years they took away from me.

I hate Manalo's that I want them dead since they hated me! That I don't even know! THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW ME... There are still unfair people who are following me everywhere just to damage me in my job.

Again, I dream big... I want vanities but I have no existence if I don't have a job... I hate men who as if care for me but fakers! It's been 17 years!

I don't like fakers men! I hate plastics faces!!!

I wanna see "Disneyland"... Is that possible??? I wanna see USA Disneyland... I feel hopeless... I have no travel! I want my nose perfection and my teeth... They took away my single-dom! They made me a housewife and I fuking hate it!

I want a very supportive bf who can lift me up and happy if I'm pretty and doing something for myself... Like earning on my own but hoping to be a closer kind of "desparate housewife"... I want my own business and my own thing... I feel low... I hate being compared like Mitch is professional but I'm a Biology graduate!

3:45 pm

Still,have windblow...

I miss gym or planning to make my own space somewhere... Did my village realize that we should have our own gym inside,instead of that fucking-less playground that they created but no one go there...

I always feel fat,coz they trapped me for 17 years... Everyday I feel fat but I'm still eating rice as for carbs and that is the only normal meal here for me in our house coz of our poorish situation...

Will Araneta be a friend or someone that I can lean on? I don't understand the people who are already on their group coz they fuck or mess-up each other or they are friends and I don't belong?

I'm not innocent, I'm open on some things, everytime I go for a work... I always open myself correctly but keeping some inside my closet coz relationship as people that I just met should grow in time.... These things I told to Bianca coz she made a somehow "talk show" but I'm fair... Bianca is professional like last Friday the first time that I truly like her when the time she became childish for having that "shallow happiess" to make a bad situation of customer be good, to make that chat spin positively though it will be more on a negative result.

I mean I told Bianca that some things are to be kept for awhile... I told her wait for 6 months it is like a relationship then I said "you will figure out something on me". If I can stay after 6 months or more...

But I wanna enjoy life and go up like I really wanna see Disneyland... In time... I plan to have nose perfection coz my face is really sagging...

I have the right to make choices in life... No one offer then leave me alone judgemental cheap!

5:12 pm

Still,have windblow...

Will he say this to me? But I wanna do something good for me like working in Teleperformance Molino in Disney+... Some will probably say it is immature to stay but I don't have money....

If someone outside there that I like, it will always be like that,in a way...

I will say something here later....I will just finish my stretching for my S-bones and pelvic most specially...

6:05 pm

Still,have windblow...

Tomorrow, I think it will be a call thing for me which I hate it most... Same schedule 8 am... Call for Disney+....3 days then on Thursday welcome to Hulu... I'm really enjoying this account coz I love watching movies... I'm a movie fanatic, loving documentaries and concerts and some episodes shows...

I don't like a call coz it gives me a wave in life that they're not my bf but just my client over the phone. Some americans are crazy or just naturally nutzy for blocking my words over the phone. I do prefer chats...

Believe or not we were americans in the class room trainings, I was really american in the class room training then they dropped me over the phone.

6:56 pm

Still,have windblow...

Talking to customer with voice is lower compared to chats angels,if they know... Talking to someone that you don't even know,even if it is work,it is low... But of course it is my job...

10:50 pm

Still,have windblow...

I badly need to keep a job coz I don't have money... I'm not happy that I'm no longer perfecf on my physical aspect....

I mean it is my self-esteem... When Rocky first got me I was all white all through out coz I came from here, from my room that had an AC!

Not my ideal life here now even with my 2 Uncle's... They are just assisting me on a poorish ways... Thankful but cheap... Not my ideal life...

I miss going to Starbucks and I wasn't able to buy a coffee on my salary coz I paid my loan on Tala and still have some credits...

Still, wondering of my cousin-white on my Aunt Ten2x or Tin2x what really happened but I'm really hating him if he is happy now with someone else...

Hearing a windblow... Brien is not my ideal bf... Aside from Brien is on indian side,not my ideal bf after he cheated on me... I don't like his ways that he is popular on a lot of girls... But as a friend, it is somehow okay but I don't like low character. Their jokes and I feel that I don't belong....

I hate it that I'm fading and there are so many well-fixed women outside the TV and I feel self-pity on the grouping here outside.... I hate it a particular missing group who have acces on beauty rituals here...

I need to buy oatmeal soap but I'm out of budget... This is not my ideal life... I want a life that if I need something like an oatmeal soap, I can right away buy but now I can't... Everything must be on schedule...

[ariestrxsh]

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⚠️ content warning: ⚠️ smut, oral, fingering, degradation, slight praise, spitting, unprotected sex, mean!matt, roughdom!matt, brattamer!matt, friends to lovers (but without the fluff)

📝 author's note: 📝 this is the second part, and you can access the first part to this story here 💖 (i promise it's better if you read part one first)

✍️ Summary: ✍️ Matt, who is your worst enemy, but the brother of your two best friends, makes an interesting bet with you while you're using the water at their place since yours is out. Having lost the bet, Matt gets to have his way with you.

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hatef--k part two

He threw me onto his bed and menacingly hovered over me.

"You wanna act like a little brat? I'm gonna eat you like a little brat," he responded in a deep and gravelly voice. He ripped my towel off me completely and maintained eye contact with me as he lowered his lips onto my pussy. The feeling of his soft, wet, velvet tongue against my sensitive nerve endings felt magical, but I tried to keep my composure. I couldn't let him know I liked it.

"You're so disgusting. I don't even know why you'd wanna eat me. Aren't I too used up for you?" I asked him, trying to keep a look of dissatisfaction on my face. "No, I love a little used up whore," Matt responded.

He continued caressing my clit with his tongue, moving it in small circles, slurping up all the wetness. "God, you fucking suck at this," I lied through my teeth, trying to look unamused.

Just then, he amped it up a little. He started licking me faster while holding eye contact, and then he started gently suckling on the bud between my legs, and I couldn't help but moan his name while he did this.

"Yeah, I can tell how much you hate it," Matt sarcastically moaned against my pussy. "Fuck you, Matt," I said as more of a desparate whimper than a snide comment. "You're such a little fucking whore," he whispered in between licks. I involuntarily moved my hips in circles against his tongue out of neediness.

"You love it when I degrade you while I eat your pretty pussy, don't you?" I wanted to deny it, but the way Matt rolled his tongue across my clit shot an electric current through my body that caused me to grip his hair, pushing him further down onto my sensitive bundle of nerves while I moaned in approval, and I felt myself become even more wet. "That's what I thought," correctly assuming all that was a yes.

"You're so fucking disgusting. I love it," I whispered, losing my willpower to argue with him while I smiled down at him. He lifted his mouth from me and brought his face an inch away from mine while he started running his fingers over where his tongue was.

"You've been waiting for this, haven't you? Talking shit to me, hoping I would punish you into submission. I can smell a brat from a mile away, and I can tell how bad you've always wanted it," he gruffly whispered while he played with my special button between my legs.

Maybe Matt was right. Maybe I had always wanted him, and maybe that deep longing turned into a hate along the way or visa versa. Maybe I spent so much of my time hating him that I became obsessed. And maybe he could always tell, but I was only just now coming to terms with how fucking bad I wanted it.

He grabbed me by my throat, and as I opened my mouth to let out a moan, he spit in my mouth. "You make me sick," I chimed in. "Yeah, if I make you so sick, why'd you swallow my spit? Plus, I'm sure you've put way grosser things in there," Matt taunted me, shoving two fingers into my mouth.

He slipped those same fingers inside of me and I automatically clenched around him as he fucked me with them. He leaned down and started teasing my nipple with his tongue.

"It would be so gross if you forced your cock down my throat and came in my mouth," I whimpered while I imagined how fun it would be to suck his dick. "Yeah, it would be absolutely filthy, wouldn't it?" Matt's smirk grew wider. "Yeah, I would absolutely hate it," I whined, and the look in his eyes let me know that he knew that whenever I said I would hate it, it was code for I would fucking love it.

"Get on your knees," Matt said, pulling me up by my hair and dragging me out of his bed. The way he was handling me was so rough, yet I couldn't get enough of it. He forced me onto my knees, still holding me by my hair and stood over me while he undid his pants with one hand.

"This is one way for me to get you to shut the fuck up. Wish I'd tried it sooner," he shoved his throbbing rod into my mouth and wasted no time bucking his hips, chasing his own pleasure, making me deep throat him. I gagged and drooled all over him while my eyes started to well up. "Yeah? You've got nothing to say now? What, cock got your tongue?" He chuckled at his own joke while he pumped away.

"It's like your pretty little whore mouth was made for me, huh?" He whimpered as he started to get closer. I felt him pulsate against my lips, but instead of just filling my mouth, he pulled it out halfway through and finished on my face too. "Oh, fuck," he moaned loudly as he squeezed out every last drop he had built up in him. "Ugh Matt, you're so gross!" I screeched with drool and Matt's bodily fluids dribbling down my chin. "That's so gross," was really just code for, "please, I cant get enough of it."

"Shut up bitch, you fucking love it. Plus you look so pretty covered in me," he whispered breathlessly reading between the lines of what I was saying. He still grabbed the towel I had used earlier and started wiping my face off for me, which I found endearing.

"C'mon, to your feet. I've gotta take care of my little slut now," he pushed my back up against the wall, spread open my legs and started fucking me. I hooked my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Despite how big he was, I was so turned on, there was no resistance when he slid it in. I couldn't pretend I hated it anymore. It was feeling too fucking good.

"Matt, please," I whispered. "Mmm, that's my dirty little girl. I've been waiting so long to tame you," Matt said while he mercilessly railed me, each thrust hitting deeper than the last while he fucked me against the wall. His words and his movements had me unraveling rather quickly.

"Oh, Matt, you're making me close," I breathlessly whined. I took in the delicious sound of my wetness, our moans, and skin slapping against skin that filled the air as I approached my orgasm.

"C'mon, you little slut. Be a naughty girl and make a mess all over my cock," Matt whimpered as he approached his own orgasm. Hearing the way Matt was speaking to me sent me over the edge. All my muscles tightened and spasmed around him while he pounded away. "Fuck, Matt. Fuck. Oh my fucking god, Matt," I yelped out as I finished on him. He kept going, coating his entire length in my milky fluids.

"Oh fuck," he moaned in response as he lifted me off of him. I leaned back against the wall to keep from falling over, and Matt rested his left hand on the wall above my shoulder to stabilize himself while he filled his other palm with a generous rope of his spunk.

"Wow, that's what made you cum? Me telling you to make a mess on my cock? Dirty little slut," Matt smiled at me as he caught his breath from his own orgasm, stroking the last few drops of cum into his hand. "No, it was just a coincidence," I lied. "Sure it was," He laughed at me. I smiled, biting my lip. He leaned in and kissed me one last time after wiping off his hand.

"C'mon kid, let's go get you cleaned up and finish that laundry of yours," he said, rustling my hair. "If you tell your brothers, I'll deny it to the grave, and then I'll come back and haunt you," I said. "Even if I did, they would never believe me," he laughed.

I still kind of hated him and still thought he was disgusting, but damn, I was already plotting what ways I could misbehave so that he'd fuck me like that again. Maybe all the unspoken anger between us was just unresolved sexual tension. Maybe all we needed to keep from killing each other was to fuck each other's brains out.

tags: @st9niolos @theyluvme-2315 @luvs4matt @mattsbrowser @ribread03

part three posted here

[green-nonsense]

@catsareruiningmylife *cracks knuckles*

my screenshot folder is definitely full of content (though a lot of it is screenshots of all of the dialogue because i keep liveblogging it to my friend)

but so far nothing has beaten this screenshot for me, 10/10

I'm being so so normal about this screenshot I swear

I eventually put them in matching outfits. i went out of my way to find the tailor and ignore 60% of the quests on the way there. i was on a very important mission

(Astarion is unfortunately always covered in blood in many of my screenshots because he's always targeted by enemies, RIP)

Most recent interaction i've had that's kind of related to their relationship was when I found a bard NPC who was selling instruments, and as another bard, I made friendly conversation with said NPC, who told me about experimental lute strings he was making. They proceeded to have a long conversation about music

and I got this notification:

and considering Astarion largely prefers me being deceitful and unkind in dialogue choices, I'm choosing to think that these approval points came about because he loves to see his boyfriend gush about his interests

I'm a GIANT sucker for scenes where character 1 is injured and character 2 is angrily (out of concern) healing them in some way, which is why I stocked Blue up with a lot of healing spells for the roleplay aspect. He's not the best healer, which is why I also keep Shadowheart (a cleric) in my party, but she's primarily doing the heavy lifting with the tankiest character of the party at the time of battle (it varies who it is), which usually leaves Blue to heal Astarion (because I already spent all of Shadowheart's actions on healing the tank). But I also didn't build Blue very well and while he has a lot of utility, he is a bit of a glass cannon at times, he gets downed a bit too easily in the more difficult fights. Which is good for me as a drama enthusiast, because Astarion is always the one whose voiceline triggers when Blue is downed (most commonly a very concerned and desparate: "No! You can’t die, get up, damn you!"). There is definitely some dramatic twist in here but I'm still drafting what I want their relationship to look like - and it's growing into a fanfiction sized notes app file on my phone, no joke. I'm so normal about these two i prommie

I've still yet to play Astarion's personal quest, but because of how I built Blue, I smell that he'll definitely get downed in the battle with Astarion's evil vampire master, and i can't wait for that to inspire more drama in my head lmao

Also, despite the fact that I love drama very much, I cannot bring myself to cheat on Astarion, no matter how much delicious angst it would create (in my head)

Thing about Astarion is that he's not used to true intimacy, he used to seduce to both survive and to bring sacrifices to his master. he wants to act as if sex is something casual to him, but it clearly very much is not. he says he's okay with the MC's casual relationship with Halsin the druid (who is upfront about only wanting something casual as long as Astarion is ok with it), but thanks to Neil Newbon's great voice acting, i have a feeling he's not actually okay with it and is only pretending to, because he doesn't know how to say no and is to some extent scared of losing MC if he does indeed say no. And that's way too sad, even for me. This also happened extremely late into my relationship with Astarion, so I felt like at that point it would be a bit strange to suddenly have Blue jump into a casual relationship, after helping Astarion rebuild his sense of self and boundaries for so long. Probably if I triggered it way earlier in Astarion's romance, I would've gone for it for the drama, but not when it already morphed into something cute. As much as I wanted to progress Halsin's romance to see just what the hell the infamous bear sex scene looks like (i believe it's the second scene with him, so I'd need to make good progress with Halsin) I don't want to sign myself up to lose that much campaign progress for a dumb scene to marvel at lmao, that's probably a "second/third/fourth" playthrough type stuff

Hiii i love my bg3 character he is an asshole with golden retriever energy somehow. Everyone in the camp is bffs with him and he is so so so stupid. He has encyclopedic knowledge of many things and a high proficiency in deception and persuasion but has dogshit perception skills and dogshit smarts

He's pretty and i love him.

He is also a menace to society

He is desparately in love with astarion and puts a foot in his mouth at least once per conversation

Most of the companions have expressed interest in him but in my head rather than him rejecting them, they could not get over how dumb he is

I named him after the centaurea flower and the word "moron" but I based him off of this energy drink

I am starting a collection of characters i made based off of energy drinks

Here's my boy Sour Apple, a tiefling monk, based off this

His eye is glowing because of a bug

His guardian is also bugged. I randomised them, so I have no idea how they look like

*hamster banana joke*

I made Lae'zel interested in him in record time and I think that's so funny I began to pursue her

He is also built like a brick shithouse

I'm making a paladin next

Tune in next time for more bad and awful characters

[twstmemories]

Can I have riddle, Leona, and Azul with a reader who accidently overblots and how they would help them calm down. (I believe that's what it's called) thank you! ❤

-- ! me and my detoriating angst writing skills looking at this request in fear. We ignore the fact that soft Leona lives rent-free inside my mind. (or me making any twst boy soft because i can heh-)

✧ Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar & Azul Ashengrotto trying to calm down an overblot reader [Headcanons following a small drabble]

✧ gn!reader

✧ content warning: a sorry attempt at angst, but mostly hurt/comfort!

Riddle is desperately trying to reason with himself to not immediately run over to you knowing that your magic abilities far exceeds his own in that state. But you look so pained that he just wants to cradle your head and tell you that everything is alright and that you're going to be okay.

But everything is not alright, and he has no clue if you're going to be okay at the end of the day. The very sight in front of him is a clear sign that you've been bottling up so many emotions that you couldn't contain them anymore that it took over. There's tears running down your cheeks mixed with ink and there's audible pain in your screaming. Unlike how others described his own overblot and what he observed with Leona that was tinted with fury, your own voice is shaking.

"Useless, useless, useless!" and with every blast of magic, Riddle can see your condition worsening, the ink surrounding you almost swallowing you whole entirerely. And the thought of losing you makes his blood run cold that he's already taking hurried steps towards you, completely ignorings Trey's worried call for him to come back: "[Name]!" and albeit it happened briefly, he sees you halt, the raised hand that was ready to throw another spell twitching in hesitation.

"[Name], you can hear my voice, right?!" he screams, he can faintly hear Crowley from behind telling him to keep you distracted while they try to get the injured away from you and prepare another attack to hopefully at least knock you out: "You're fine, [Name]. You're not useless at all, whose the one helping me gather up the troublemaker first years every day without fail?" Riddle asks with a chuckle, taking another step towards you, a hand outstretched towards you: "You're not like this, you're too kind after all, can you come back? For me?" he whispers.

And like a small child, much like how Riddle himself was feeling after he got his senses back, you cry. Falling down and Riddle is already rushing over and catching you before you hit the ground, the ink evaporating and he sees your usual normal self in his arms, passed out but still breathing. And Riddle has never felt so relieved in his entire life.

Your eyes feel heavy.

"[Name]?"

And your body feels cold.

"[Name], please wake up...!"

But even so you can still feel something warm surrounding you, and hear the trembling voice of someone you hold dear calling out to you, their voice trembling and all you want to do is tell them that it's going to be okay. So you try to force your eyes open, being immediately met with a pair of silver eyes: "... Riddle?"

Upon hearing you utter his name, Riddle lets out a sigh of relief, his forehead softly bumping your own, the tears he kept back softly falling down onto your cheeks. His arms which was the source of the warmth you were feeling upon waking up, tremble as he presses you closer to him: "Thank god..."

Your arms feels too heavy and numb for you to raise them, desparately screaming at your muscles to try to move to console the crying boy before you, but then vivid memories of what had just transpired rush back to you. The terrified expression of a wounded Riddle flashing through your mind: "... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Riddle...!" you croak out, the dorm leader before you only hushing you, pressing his lips to your forehead in an effort to calm you down.

"It's fine now, you're fine now. And that's all that matters."

Leona is incredibly irritated. Irritated at you, for concealing your emotions to the point you overblotted. Irritated at himself, for not noticing sooner and reaching out to you. And irritated at the whole situation, because he feels so hopeless facing your looming form, your face that was usually full of expression was now void of any emotion.

There's no clear anger painted on your face, neither are your cheeks tear stained, you haven't even uttered a word since you had overblotted. You look almost oddly enough, at peace. And the fact that you look at peace in a form that is rapidly killing you is terrifying. But it's the moment Leona thinks about that fact, that he realizes. He doesn't find the current predicament terrifying, it's the thought of losing you in a manner like this that terrifies him.

If beating Azul to his senses worked, the same strategy should work with you right? But Leona can't find it in himself to actually cast any of his magic at you. The hand that is gripping the magical pen trembling slightly. But then he hears you chuckle, and he whips his head towards you to see that you're already staring at him. Or are you staring at all the peronnel that has gathered? He doesn't know.

"How boring," is all you mutter, Leona shifting his eyes from his trembling hand to your form: "Do I have to attack you all before you decide to attack me now? And here I thought this would be a swift end," and Leona promptly snaps at what you had suggested: "Ahh, is that so?!" he growls, "Then how about you stop being moody and calm down so I can properly knock some sense into your skull instead of dawdling around like this?!" he shouts, and he sees mild surprise graze over your otherwise void expression, and that's all he needs to continue to push on.

"You know I don't like hurting you, but if what it takes is one good beating for you to wake up and realize that someone is waiting for you, then be my damn guest. I would rather have the you I'm used to lecturing me than whatever is happening right now," and Leona grits his teeth, digging his own nails into his gloves to not falter as he barks out an order for the other savanaclaw students to get ready for a fight.

There's a soft brush of a finger against your cheek. An all too familiar voice is softly calling out to you. A voice that sounds so fragile and scared, not like the usual confident tone you're used to hearing. Opening your eyes, you're greeted by an all too familiar ceiling, turning your head you see Leona resting against the edge of the bed, staring out towards the scenery of his bedroom, while his finger was still brushing your cheek "... Leona?"

The lion turns around to face you, and you can feel an audible sigh leave his lips as you try to get up. But the scream of your muscles makes you hiss in pain, and you fall down onto the bed again: "... You really didn't hold back did you, how rude," you mutter, hearing a low chuckle come from the lion, who merely leans over your body, arms supporting himself beside your head. The close proximity makes makes his braided lock brush aganst your cheek: "You did ask for a beating, can you blame me?" he mutters, and even though he replies to your joking you can almost hear his quick heartbeat in the quiet room as he bumps his forehead onto your own: "You idiot, making me of all people worry like this."

You only chuckle, lifting your hand to brush your thumb against the scar of his eye. Leona closes his eyes and leans his cheek against your palm, another sigh leaving his mouth: ".... I'm sorry," hearing the whispered apology come from you, Leona opens his eyes to look into your own, seeing the silent tears streaming down from the corner of your eyes and staining his pillow, but there's a soft smile grazing your lips.

And he only hums in response, choosing instead to lean down and give you a kiss: "You better tell me everything you kept hidden the moment you're doing better, then I'll consider accepting that apology."

He needs to calm you? Someone needs to calm him first! Azul is normally a very rational and calm person, but when something or someone he treasures are in danger, that rationality of his gets thrown out the window and he blanks out. It will take either Jade or Floyd to make him snap out of it, and it's only then that he can get a clear look at you.

And you look oddly content in that form. A cynical smile is grazing your lips but your eyes are void of any emotion and yet you're laughing. Not the kind hearted or soft laughter Azul is used to hearing, but a manic laughter full of scorn, your expression twisting in pain every so often as you keep casting every spell you have mastered: "Ahaha, how fun! Look how many spells I can cast, it doesn't even hurt at this point!"

Azul can't even bring himself to even try to fight you. But if he doesn't do something, anything right now he'll risk losing you forever. So he turns towards the twins, gritting his teeth in frustration: "When I overblotted, all it took was being able to make me unconscious right?" he asks, and Jade only nods, still having his eyes trained on you.

"Haha!" another fit of laughter spills from your lips, and Floyd clicks his tongue in annoyance: "Is it so fun to see us struggling, [Name]?" he asks, voice sickly sweet, and you only laugh once again, clapping your hands in glee and Azul feels his blood run cold at the sinister look you throw him: "Oh, I do find it very amusing. I know that Jade and Floyd won't hesitate to hurt me, but Azul? Are you going to hurt me?" you ask, your voice turning from a cheerful tone to a saddened one, however your lips are still turned upwards into a smirk.

"You're right," Azul murmurs in the end: "I could never imagine to hurt you, so I won't," he concludes, taking a deep breath to calm himself down: "Jade. Floyd. I'll provide back-up, go all out to bring [Name] back." And while Jade only glances worryingly over at Azul, Floyd is already throwing himself at you.

There's a familiar scent surrounding you. The scent of the ocean deep along with the smell of paper that has been painted with ink. Turning your head, that you found incredibly hard, your eyes flutter open as you take in the comforting smell: "... Azul," you murmur, the merman sitting on a chair in front of you only humming in response, placing the book he was reading on the bedside table before sitting on the edge of his bed: "Good evening."

He doesn't say anything, but you can tell by his bloodshot eyes that he must've been crying. There's also a lingering warmth on your hand, indicating he was holding onto it a few minutes ago. Lifting your hand, you try to reach your hand towards his face, but Azul merely wraps his hands around your own softly: "Do you have any idea how worried I was?" he murmurs, you only chuckle at his question. "Assuming by how red your eyes are, I would guess I worried you a lot," you whisper.

With another sigh, Azul gently pulls you up into a sitting position. But you're only allowed a momentary sight of how messy his room really is before he's engulfing you in a hug, his face buried in your chest. Feeling him slightly tremble, it takea a moment before you register the tears starting to stain your shirt, your heart immediately wrenching in pain looking at the damage you had done to him: "... Azul, don't cry. You're going to make me feel bad," you try to joke but Azul only shakes his head.

Knowing he's not in the mood to talk you let him cry, knowing that Azul rarely even shows you this vulnerable side of him. Despite every fiber of your body screaming in pain, you raised your arms to hug him softly back, pressing your lips against his head before burying your face into his hair: "I'm sorry, truly. I didn't mean to scare you like this, or overblot for that matter," you whisper, the severity of the situation finally hitting you as a few tears slip down your face. Azul doesn't say anything, he merely stays in the same position, an ear over your chest, listening to your heartbeat, a sign you're still alive and here with him.

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Summary: Badboyhalo attempts to tickle Skeppy, only to find he's not ticklish. Bad desparetly tries to test spots, Skeppy is beginning to feel very confident before Bad stumbles upon an adorable spot while cuddling...

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Skeppy sat on Tommy and Tubbo's bench, reading a book and keeping the nervous thought in the back of his mind that Tommy might see him and shoo him away from the spot. It wasn't Skeppy's fault that Tommy and Tubbo's bench was the spot with the prettiest view. Skeppy sighed happily as he physically lost a lot of the tension in his body, turning a page in his book. He heard quiet footsteps behind him suddenly, and he immediately tensed before hearing a familiar sly giggle and he smiled fondly before relaxing again to let his best friend, Bad, have his fun.

"I gotcha!" Bad exclaimed before placing his hands on Skeppy's sides and tasering them.

Skeppy gave Bad a lazy smile, "Hi Bad." he answered fondly.

"Wait- Why aren't you laughing?" Bad asked, obviously dissapointed that Skeppy wasn't giggling.

Skeppy rasied a brow without looking up from his book, "Hm?" he hummed.

Bad huffed before sitting down at the bench next to Skeppy and crossing his arms, "Nevermind..." he muttered.

Skeppy laughed at the display before setting his book down to give Bad his full attention which always brightened Bad's mood.

"Did you try to tickle me?" Skeppy smirked.

"Yeah!!" Bad yelled with false anger.

"I think you'll find that I'm not ticklish." Skeppy explained calmly with a proud smile on his face.

Bad narrowed his eyes, "No way thats true, you're a dishonest muffin, y'know that Geppy?"  Bad declared.

Skeppy seemed appauled by the very idea that he was lying, "I am not!" Skeppy insisted.

Bad scoffed, "Prove it then."

Skeppy, very confident in his unticklishness, stood up and held out his arms, "Go ahead, TRY to tickle me!" he put emphisis on the word 'try'.

Bad stood up with enthusiasim, "You'll regret letting me try because DreamXD know's you're ticklish!"

Bad dug his fingers into Skeppy's armpit's, expecting a ticklish scream but met with a blank face. Skeppy didn't even bat an eye. Bad's eyes widened before scrunching up his face, this reaction only feeding his desire to prove Skeppy wrong. Bad started to kneed his fingers into Skeppy's stomach, becoming desperate when he didn't even feel a change in Skeppy's breathing.

"No, forget this I'm trying your feet." Bad grumbled, upset that nearly every spot he knew of wasn't even making Skeppy crack a smile.

Skeppy laughed, "Your really getting that desparate?"

Bad made an unamused face at Skeppy, causing Skeppy to role his eyes fondly, "Fine, fine, I'll let you try my feet but only to humor me at your pathetic attempts." Skeppy mocked Bad while putting on a snoody accent, aware at how cocky he was presenting.

Skeppy took off his socks and shoes, right there in the middle of the server just so Bad could tickle Skeppy and proceed to fail miserably.

Bad sat on the bench, deep in though as Skeppy put his socks and shoes back on. Skeppy looked up at Bad from his place on the grassy floor, his proud smile fell a bit when he saw the dissapointed look on Bad's face.

Skeppy joined Bad on the bench awkwardly and the two sat in silence until Bad finally spoke up, "Can we cuddle?" he asked with pleading eyes.

Skeppy smiled, rolling his eyes fondly as he spoke, "Awe, alright.."

He joined Bad on the left side of the bench and Bad wrapped his arms around Bad. Skeppy closed his eyes in contentment before his eyes flew open when he felt a strange...tingling feeling on his palms.

He absolutely loved the feeling, but still couldn't help but squirm. Bad raised a brow at Skeppy, unsure if he was hurting Skeppy, but smiled when he heard giggles pouring out of Skeppy.

"Ehehehhhe- wh-whahhahat ahare you dohoing?!" Skeppy whinned through his giggling.

"You're ticklish! Oh my goodness, you're ticklish!" Bad celebrated as he gripped Skeppy's wrist softly, and traced the lines of Skeppy's palm with his other hand which caused Skeppy to squirm even more.

"Nahahat t-tihihcklish, nohahat tihickl- AAAIHIHEHEHEEHE!" Skeppy squealed, erupting into uncontrollable high pitched laughter as Bad gently ran his claws(which were thankfully to dull to hurt) down Skeppy's forarm.

"Aww...Skeppyy!...This is such a cute tickle spot!" Bad coo'ed, his voice going higher in pitch as he spoke words of endearment.

Skeppy gave up squirming and just melted into Bad's side, at this Bad felt his heart warm up, he decided to let up on Skeppy's forarm and started to draw on the back of Skeppy's hand with a single claw. Skeppy slowly gained his energy back, squirming lightly as little titters spilled from him.

"Alright, I think I've given you enough of a break." Bad announced teasily with adoration laced in his tone.

Bad hummed hard over what to do next before leaning down to Skeppy's ear, his voice barely above a whisper, "Tickle tickle, geppy.."

Skeppy's laughter immediately picked up again, he scrunched up his shoulders out of pure instinct as he burried his flustered face into Bad's shoulder.

Bad only laughed, " 'I'm not ticklish', he says." Bad teased lightheartedly.

Skeppy's laugh became desperate and Bad knew he'd have to stop soon, but he decided to end it with a bang. Bad started to run his claws up and down both of Skeppy's forarms, pairing the motion with him nuzzling into Skeppy's neck.

"Hihihieheh- *snk* kAHAhAahA!!"

Bad decended into laughter as well, "Did you just snort?" he giggled.

"Yehess! Stohohop.." Skeppy whinned through his laughter. Bad smiled at the endearing sight.

"Awww, alright I'll stop." Bad's tone was filled with adoration for his giggly best friend as he rubbed away the ghost tickles on Skeppy's forarms.

Skeppy continued to giggle even then, amusing Bad to no end.

"How in the world can a muffin be so darn giggly!?" Bad teased playfully, only making Skeppy giggle more.

Eventually Skeppy calmed himself down, although once he was brought back to reality he was even more sensitive to teasing...

"That was adorable by the way." Bad mentioned smugly.

Skeppy blushed and rolled his eyes, "Oh hush.."

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1-800-Cum-For-Me

Part 1 | Kenma x Fem!Reader

i would write a gn!reader but i suck. also this one's dedicated to my friend who needed help sexting, amen. reblog to help a gurl out or whatuva

if someone told you you’d be a content creator on OnlyFans a month ago, you would’ve laughed at them. there was no way that was going to happen. you were a student at a reputable university, with a solid GPA. professors loved you, and classmates often came to you for help. you were a model student, there was no reason for you to get an OnlyFans.

yet, you were curious. and curiosity led you here.

you didn’t know what compelled you to actually press post. you blamed it on your now ex, who decided to body-shame you when you sent him a nude that he asked for. rage brew in your chest and right after you cussed him out for it, you had pressed post.

if you’re being honest, you didn’t expect your post to gain that much traction in just a few hours. you didn’t expect that just a month later, you’d have 100k followers. you didn’t expect you’d be celebrating by auctioning a phone call, but here you are.

of course you have to get comfortable. you begin by setting up your laptop and camera. placing them in just the right angle so that it catches your reflection off the mirror behind you, but the equipment stays hidden. you put on a lace masquerade mask. then, you press ‘stream’.

“hi,” you purr, “are you guys ready for tonight’s event?”

there must be just a few hundred viewers, but the comments are flooding. but one particular user stands out: KennyBoi5. it’s such a dumb name, but he was your first follower. he clearly has money, with the way he keeps dropping hundreds into your PayPal everytime you upload something. sometimes, he even transfers money out of nowhere.

"well, ladies and gents," you say, picking up your wand, "let the bids begin."

as soon as you pressed the wand to your clit, you moan. your eyes flicker to your laptop where several people have started to bid already. you wait for KennyBoi5 to place a bid but he's nowhere to be seen.

you push your disappointment to the side and start fingering yourself. you get to two fingers when KennyBoi5 makes an appearance.

$450, just a little higher than the last highest. you pout.

on the other side of the screen, Kenma is palming his cock on one hand, the other hovering above his keyboard to extend the bid when it was starting to look like someone else might have you.

he doesn't know why he's choosing to spend his Friday night watching an OnlyFans stream when Hinata had invited him to drinks. he doesn't know why he's hard looking at a stranger pleasure herself. he doesn't know why he's determined to be the highest bidder.

for a whole hour, the bids keep coming and coming. you have moved to a plain dildo now, gently rocking yourself back and forth. you've been edging yourself for so long, you think you'd come from just a tap to your clit.

"alright folks, bidding will end in 10, 9-," you start counting down, and watch as the remaining bidders race. $5500, $6000... Finally, just as you finish, the number turns $10,000, highest bidder: KennyBoi5.

Kenma releases a reliefed sigh and loosens the harsh grip on his cock. he throws his head back, and closes his eyes. he briefly contemplates leaving you with the money when his screen lights up with a call from you. without hesitation, he accepts the call.

the first thing he heard is your moan, loud and desparate. then, a whine.

"please kenny, can i cum? i'm too sensitive, please..."

Kenma groans, "no."

your thighs clench at the voice, gravelly, as if experiencing the same torture you're experiencing.

"please, sir. let me cum..."

"no," Kenma chuckles, "i'll let you cum when i want you to."

your eyes roll back. you curse under your breath. his voice and dominant tone is working you up, and you can't do anything but whimper.

"put your phone on speaker and close to your pussy. let me hear it," he commands.

you moan, shakily placing your phone right under your pelvis. you thrust the dildo faster into you so he can hear every sound.

"good girl. good litle girl."

"please sir, i really want to cum," you cry out as tears pour down from the overstimulation. "please, my legs are shaking, my pussy's twitching, it hurts, please i-"

"that's not my problem, is it?" Kenma asks as he strokes his cock fast.

you sniff, "i was rooting for you, you know? i wanted you to bid the highest. wanted to spend alone time with you."

Kenma can't help but moan. "is that right? then we should savor this moment, shouldn't we? we should make this even longer."

"no please. i haven't cum in over an hour. been waiting for you to let me cum. please, let me cum."

Kenma's hands stroke his cock faster, "tsk. fine," he sneers but even he can't last longer. "cum, cum for me, y/u/n."

with a strangled cry, you cum. your hips lift off the ground as you start squirting.

"nghh, i'm squirting. i'm squirting-"

Kenma growls at the sounds you are making, with a few final thrusts he shoots his load on his laptop screen, until your profile picture is covered with his cum.

"thank you, sir," you giggle.

Kenma can't help but smile. "you did good, y/u/n. i'm looking forward to more of your content."

you blush, "of course.."

the two of you end the call and go to sleep for the night. but not before masturbating to the thought of each other again.

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[babiesdreams]

I really love the way you write!! You make the situations seem real and I'm loving it!❤ I was wondering if you could do a jealous Yuta scenario that ends in sex? I'm new to sending requests, so I'm sorry if my request is very vague.\🍄

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Testing my patience +18 Nakamoto Yuta.

Warnings: fingering, praise kink, teasing, cum control, edging,

Your fingers caress the screen, slowly, as if you could really feel the boy. "What are you doing?" Yuta asks from the distance. His voice seems like a mere memory of what your relationship used to be, a simple audio record from a golden era.

"I love this idol" You reply softly, still mesmerized by Taeyong's figure as he walks over the stage. "I don't see anything special in him, to be honest" The boy replies, brushing away your words as if they were meaningless.

"Maybe I like him because he's kind" You spit out, wanting to create a reaction in the boy, wanting him to notice the problem without needing to directly tell him. "Am I not kind?" He asks, offended by your words. "Lately... not so much" You simply reply, not getting your eyes off the screen.

"What the fuch does that mean?" He asks, getting closer to where you were sitting , yet you don't stop looking at the screen where your favourite idol was still dancing like it was nothing.

"Look at me" Yuta orders but you don't turn to look at him. "I said look at me" He repeats, this time with an angry tone, as his hand forces your chin to turn in his direction. His eyes get lost as soon as they meet yours, completely losing any sign of anger that they could have been holding.

"Do you still love me?" Is the only thing Yuta can say with a broken voice tone that makes your heart skip a beat. You look down, intimidated by his powerful brown eyes and the depth his expresion gave them. "Look at me" He repeats again, lifting your face slightly more.

"Of course I love you Yuta. But you've been cold to me lately... I always loved to feel the warmth of your love and affection, after a long day of work. You always made me melt for your words and your touch and now I barely get to hear your voice, and I felt like I was losing you, like I needed to look for a new warmth in my life to survive. So the question here is: Do you still love me?"

His eyes switch from looking into both of your eyes, not knowing how to take your words in or how to answer properly. "I do, of course I love you" He finally says. His hand moves slightly, from a forced hold of your chin to a gentle caress on your cheek.

"I'm so sorry that I acted like that baby, I was too busy working and I didn't even think of that. I promise I'll take more time for you and I'll try my best to show you how much I love you everyday, okay?" You simply nod, noticing the genuine tone in his voice and his eyes that were now full of tears from realizing just how different his sense of reality and yours were.

His face gets closer to yours and you let your eyelids close, to help you get lost in the sensation of his soft red lips. It always gets you, the way his lips feel against yours, the way his tongue moves inside your mouth and how his hand makes patterns across your soft skin. That sensation that always helped you get away from reality and get a dreamy thought to cross your mind.

But, as always, that sensation soonly breaks, turning into a far more overwhelming one, turning into that one thing that the whole planet could die for, turning into a heated lust thought that can't go away from your brain. His body lays on top of yours, his hand trapping yours, as his tongue gets off your mouth, only to travel along the already familiar highway of your neck, slowly getting lower and closer to your cunt.

But it's his hand the first one to get into your panties, slowly spreading the wet fluids along your folds before he makes circles on your clit. You can't help but moan against his shoulder while he looks at your expression mesmerized by the views. "You're doing so good baby" He says, with a deep voice that has you rolling your eyes back out of satisfaction.

Yuta smirks at the sounds you make and, after a short while, he gets down on you. You're only wearing a bra at this point and his tongue moves over your folds in a way tha you truly can't resist and sooner than you could've imagined you feel your climax close. But you're not the only onw who notices, as your body softly shakes due to pleasure, making Yuta realize the situation.

"What a good girl, you're already so close huh?" He says, and you simply nod, admitting the embarrassing truth. But his moves completely stop, getting you to experience a painful edge. He gets closer to you, as you calm down, and stop your heavy breathing. He kisses you softly, as if he didn't just edge you to death, hiding his mischief behind an innocent curtain.

Once you're all calmed down, his fingers come back, pushing inside of you as they curl, massaging your g-spot in soft and slow circles. "Fuck" You whisper to yourself, making Yuta chuckle at your reaction. "I'll get you back, you demon" You say to him, but his reaction is to speed up his moves, making you get closer to your climax once again.

"Y-Yuta" You moan out and his brows instantly arc, as if asking what you wanted to say. "Can I cum please?" You ask but his answer is short and clear: "No" You roll your eyes, in despair, yet you would be lying if you said you weren't enjoying it.

It goes on like that for six more times, until you're shaking heavingly, desparate to get relief in any form. And that is enough for Yuta to give up and let you cum messingly. Your moans are louder than they've ever been and your expression looks more satisfied than his, even if he's enjoying the moment to its fullest.

"You did amazing baby, so so good" He says in a deep voice that has you losing it completely. His hand caresses your cheek slowly, as your body calms down from your high and you can properly rest for a second.

"It's been a nice session" The boy says, trying to get away with it, but your arm quickly grabs his shirt and pulls him back before you say "We haven't finished, demon"

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Ok I've been sitting on this thought for a bit and am biased due to how it came up but... Cancel culture runs such a thin line between "can be genuinely helpful in limiting hurtful and toxic people from being terrible openly everywhere without lashback" and "can be so terribly harmful to creators who are forced between a rock and a hard place when making content".

And I'm going to use a controversial example here, just stick with me - Thomas Sanders.

Now, this is all going to be a hypothetical breakdown based on specific issues I've seen people have with him, not based necessarily on every callout ever. But a huge issue a lot of people have with him, specifically in the system community, is his hit webseries Sander's Sides. The main concern here is a singlet is incorrectly portraying a system or experience of being a system, in a way that's detrimental to how people perceive the condition.

So, here's the problem, setting aside all arguments on whether it is or isn't system representation: if he was a system, would it really be ok for him to continue making this series so long as he's open about it?

The simplified -and hypothetical- permutations are thus:

1) Thomas Sanders is a singlet making media that people believe perpetrates stereotypes to systems. He gets endless hate and controversy attached to him as a result.

2) Thomas Sanders is a system, but isn't open about it, in the same above conditions. He wrongly gets endless hate and controversy attached to him as a result.

3) Thomas Sanders is a system and is open about it, and admits to channeling his experience to some extent into this media. He is well-received by the audience criticizing him in the above points, perhaps even congratulated for his being open and becoming a celebrity representation for being a system.

But.

Consider what being a system means. Being a system is a condition directly resulting from being horribly traumatized at an early age and trying desparately to hide it and adapt. It's a condition meant to be covert, to stay hidden, and to keep the hurtful history separate from their public life.

It's also heavily ostracized, and hurts your chances in business and in your social life.

In this example, this hypothetical Thomas is therefore being forced to come clean at tremendous risk to himself and his private life, and way of living as a whole. And inevitably, he'll still get hate from the online community for this, for one reason or another.

See how this isn't such a clean result of cancel culture after all?

It's easy to call people out for superficial reasons using this model, such as people being racially insensitive despite being clearly something else, or being insensitive to obvious physical disabilities when not having said disability. But when you start calling them out on less visible aspects - sexuality, gender, neurodivergency, and diciest of all, trauma - you start putting them at risk in their personal life at the expense of your own perceived comfort essentially.

Do I believe Thomas Sanders is a system and therefore being put in a tough spot? Not necessarily, although systems can be really hard to identify especially when they aren't well known so I'd say it's the same chances as anyone else being a system as opposed to saying he Definitely Isn't.

But I did notice people calling him out for using 'infodump' in the series recently, policing him on his language... Only for him to admit he was poking fun at his own selfsame habit of doing essentially just that. And, to be quite frank, he gives plenty of signs that he's not neurotypical. whether it's something he's discussed or considered, I don't think that or handflapping when excited are hallmarks of being neurotypical, among other things.

As a result, he got called out in bad faith and put on the spot, forcing him to admit something he shouldn't necessarily have to confess online just so people don't gang up on him. Whether you like the guy or not, hopefully you can see how this isn't fair to do. If anything, given the common intent of such callouts - to protect or keep certain minorities safer - it's hypocritical and entirely self-serving.

Anyways, this post got away from me. We will admit we don't think Thomas has earned the bad rap he gets, so this is biased, but we hope we at least laid out some objective points that can be agreed with even in context.

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Keep You: Preservation of Papyrus

Sans had snapped from the humans endless genocide routes, and so took the option away from them by killing everyone himself first. After so many times doing it on his own, he grew tired (and desparate) from the loneliness. He can't keep it up, but he can't stop, either.

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(Full story under Keep Reading, with alt link to Ao3 in notes)

(Potentially triggering drawing at end of story)

(CW: injury, violence, genocide, decapitation, body horror)

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Keep You:

Preservation of Papyrus

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Not again.

He couldn't do it again.

Yet here he was, covered in dusty remains once more, the population under the mountain made silent.

It had become routine:

Wake up.

(was he really awake?)

Recognize the world had Reset.

(again. he had to do it all again. and again. and again--)

Spend an hour staring at the ceiling, bracing himself for the day's work ahead.

(--again. and again. and again. he had to--)

Slip by Papyrus, busy preparing a fresh batch for his spaghetti trap.

("Today I, The Great Papyrus, WILL capture a human! Nyeh-heh-heh!! --Brother! Don't forget to Calibrate! Your! Puzzles" --yet again--)

Murder Everyone.

After so many repeats (thousands? tens of thousands? how many by the kid's hand, how many by his own?), he was able to go about his self-appointed duty on auto-pilot. Easy enough to slip on his smile, walking alongside the townsfolk and make them laugh or groan at corny jokes as though it were any other day, until they were out of sight of anyone else. Then they couldn't react to anything anymore.

Easy enough for the first dozen or so, as he built up his first few levels of LoVe (don't think about how with his single ATK lousy damage that the only ones he could take down swiftly and quietly at first still being in stars damned stripes--). Even easier once the LoVe trickled into his Soul and what little guilt he could still feel was replaced with adrenaline and the growing reinforcement of the knowledge that he would soon be completely alone in this world once more.

But things would be different this time.

He dusted his way through Snowdin, then Waterfall, and Hotland along with the Core, and finally on his way to the Capitol, careful to keep a good distance between his brother and himself even as the population dwindled to be replaced by gusts of dust, and his growing LoVe became more and more obvious to the point that others went on the defensive as soon as they laid eyes on his on imbalanced red-tinted gaze.

No one would be allowed to stop him. He must complete this before the human arrived and destroyed everyone themself. (was he really any better than the kid, or even that damned flower?)

An encounter with the King would have been likely to end in Sans' favor even before he gained any LoVe, what with the King's own LoVe and guilt making him weak to the mercies of the Judge. This, it couldn't even be counted as a fight. Sans couldn't afford to stop and think of why, if it was because the King believed he deserved the Judgement for all his own sins when there was nothing left to lose, or if it was the shock of grief and betrayal from one of his most trusted-- No, can't think about that. There was a goal to complete.

One last task. And then..

The trip to the Room of Souls was quick. Anyone who earned a Royal title was made aware of its exact location, and given a general knowledge of how the Soul containers functioned. No point in limiting the information to the King alone if his death would also result in the loss of the six souls the Underground had managed to collect so far. No point in denying them what little HoPe was left to cling to.

Now, they were Sans' only means of preserving his own last HoPe.

Soul container collected and stashed in his inventory, a detour through New Home where he quickly found and claimed that damned knife (so many Resets since the kid was last able to hit him, and that scar-that-never-happened still fucking BURNED), and a shortcut later found him blinking a gust of dust mixed snow out of his sockets. And ahead of him on the path, same spot as every other time it had come to this point--

Deep breath. Don't get distracted yet. He was so close to finishing this.

So close to saving Papyrus from the non-existent mercies of the creature masquerading as a human.

Papyrus stood there, seemingly expecting him (as he did every time it came to this point of the timeline), the small remainder of hope being replaced with that soul wrenching mix of grief, disappointment, and ever-present Mercy once he took in the changes to his brother. Once he saw the effects of the LoVe he'd earned.

"Brother."

Sans said nothing. Time was of the essence. The human would be through the ruins soon. But--

"All the Dogi are gone. And all of our neighbors."

"..yea." There was no denying the evidence, he fully knew and accepted what he'd done, but somehow it was still a struggle to get the admission out past the sudden tightness in his non-existent throat at admitting it to his brother.

"Undyne isn't answering her phone."

Sans said nothing. The reason why was obvious. He can't think of how his actions hurt his brother just yet. He'll accept everything Papyrus has to throw at him once this is over. He deserves nothing less.

"She's never going to, is she. Nor any of our other friends." A statement. Not a question.

Every other timeline, he ended it immediately upon shortcutting here before his brother had the chance to talk him down. To allow his guilt and grief to overwhelm him before he could finish and result in his brother being left to the tender (non) mercies of the kid. But if this worked (it WOULD work) Papyrus would be able to say anything he wanted to his Soul's content. He'd be ALIVE to do so.

"..i'm sorry, Papyrus. i have to do this." He was cracking. He needed to get his shit together. He needed to finish before that door opened and everything was ruined.

"Brother, this isn't the way to solve any problem! You KNOW this! Talk to me, I don't underst--"

His barely-wavering appeal, a tangled mess of bravery, belief in his brother, and wet with tears of grief finally released when the truth could no longer be denied, was cut off by a wave of bones surging up behind him. Familiarity from years of training with his brother had him dodging forward into Sans' space without a thought. It was playing dirty, but right now that didn't matter.

Sans took advantage of the familiar routine, manipulating Papyrus into position to move under his outstretched arm, yank him down by the scarf, and within a blink the cursed knife was out of his inventory and through Papyrus' neck.

Everything stopped as quickly as it started, Papyrus never even having a chance to recover from the shock before his body started dusting away beneath him.

"W-well, that's not what I expected," Papyrus managed to say. Sans' soul damn near broke right then from hearing the familiar words usually spoken to the human all those genocide runs ago now directed at himself. But he couldn't let it affect him. Not now. No time.

With speed few would believe he possessed, the knife was dropped, the Soul container was out of his inventory, on the ground, opened, and the orange soul of Bravery tossed aside without a thought. With hands starting to shake, Papyrus' head was reverently lowered inside in its place.

The lid was quickly sealed. Sans remained crouched, staring into the jar and shaking with anticipation as the rest of Papyrus dissolved to dust beside him. The scarf caught up in a sudden gust of wind, fluttering down to catch around himself and the container holding what (HoPefully) remained of his brother. It was hard to tell whether it felt more like a threatening noose or a comforting embrace.

(It was his brothers. Of course there was only ever one option it could be, regardless of what Sans thought he deserved.)

The silence stretched on, Sans refusing to break eye contact for a moment even as a stinging mix of magic and dust dripped into his straining sockets. He couldn't look away, not even to blink. Not until he was sure it worked. Not until--

"Brother, I believe we need to have a talk. There are much better ways to solve problems than shoving people into jars! Well, parts of people! That was very rude! I was very attached to my body! And where did you even find a jar that already seemed to have people parts in it?? They--!!!"

Sans couldn't help it. The tension melted out of him, body falling into a heap between the jar containing his ranting (LIVING!) brother and the dissolving human soul. Tremors wracked him as dreaded anticipation of failure switched too quickly into hysterical laughter, the disbelief of success overwhelming.

Alive. Papyrus was still alive, and still very much himself. Well, until the shock wore off, at least. He was well aware he had a lot to make up to Papyrus for, not that he could ever make up for everything he had done. But Papyrus was safe, ALIVE. With him, and unable to needlessly sacrifice himself to the human yet again.

Sans managed to save him, and he would never have to be alone with his ghosts again.

.

.

.

At the far end of the path, through the woods and over the bridge, a stone door creaked open. The human child stepped out into the snow.

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A.N. Wasn't sure how to do it, but had the idea of the human coming out of the ruins and being horrified out of their genocidal stupor at the image of Sans gleefully hugging the jar containing his brother's decapitated head, evidence that he'd willfully done it surrounding him. Who knows, maybe it would be enough of a shock to get them to reconsider their choices up to now.

Alternatively, there was the idea that Sans would manage to evade the human while keeping the Papyrus jar close to him at all times (perhaps he even did this early on before killing everyone else), and.. just enjoying what he can of his brother's company before using him as a last resort EXP boost, even going so far as to break the jar and finish dusting his brother in front of the human for the extra shock factor.

But I couldn't bring myself to go that route. With Papyrus having the chance to natter on and chip away at his brother's mental walls while trapped in the soul container, I don't think Sans could have brought himself to murder Papyrus a second time in one run.

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ok so. so so so. this will be a long message, because frick on a stick there is so much i want to tell you and thank you for. so brace yoself: i read history has its eyes on you only yesterday, but i've been desparately rereading it ever since, almost non-stop, because holy macaroni if this fic ain't one of the most perfect stories these tired eyes have ever seen. i love SO MANY THINGS i'm not sure where to even start, gosh. okay. okay. let's start at the beginning. (1/?)

WEEPS. You sent me A DOZEN messages, bless you? And thank you!!!

This ask and my response got long, so I’m putting it under the cut. There’s a bunch of headcanons about the ‘see it all in bloom’ universe in here, so if you’re interested, keep reading. 

your headcanons regarding class 3-a’s rise to fame/the july attacks/deku’s leap in the limelight as future number one, i adore it all. it makes sense, it’s exciting even if we don’t get to see it on the page word-for-word/in real time, and it’s inspiring too! but most of all, it fits them all so well – they deserve to be written as great heroes and i’m beyond happy you gave that to them in your story – to ALL of them, including shinsou. cookies for you. (2/?)

secondly, the rankings you picked for them – deku as no.1 of course, and katsuki ACTUALLY BEING CONTENT WITH SECOND PLACE, EFF YEAH! and shouto at no.4, holding neither all might’s nor his father’s former ranks, i appreciate the heck out of this. just… all the kids becoming awesome heroes and having wonderful, fulfilling careers just like they’ve always wanted, i’m here for this and i’m here to STAY. (3/?)

thirdly, katsuki’s character. i will be the first person in this fandom to admit my intense dislike of him, but you’ve written him in exactly the way i’ve always wanted him to turn out – significantly less jaded, noticeably more humble (and sane…), actively working to correct the mistakes of his past by becoming an advocate for quirkless kids and participating in anti-bullying campaigns (as an ex bully-victim, reading this made me want to kiss you) with deku, that felt sweet on the soul (4/?)

and also being married to kirishima, of course. DUH. speaking of which, the ships! THE SHIPS! ALL. MY. FAVOURITE. SHIPS. they were all there, they all got attention, and i love you all the more for it. tododeku especially. i just love how tenderly yet comfortably they were written. in my mind, they’ve always felt like the couple that will get the happily-ever-after kind of romance, like two souls mated in a fairy tale come to life. and they, above all others, deserve that everlasting joy (5/?)

and the parts with toshinoti, how he’s dealing with his new(-ish?) lifestyle and the world is spinning on without him, but also taking care of him, because he’s more than earned it – how all his former friends and students have become family to him and are so eager to remain an active part of his life, how he helps bakugou with teaching (for dummies ;P) and is so painfully proud of deku, it was all so deeply touching and heartwarming, i loved every single one of his scenes to bits! (6/?)

the writing was wonderful forma purely technical point as well: there were some typos but nothing serious, and it all flowed quickly yet smoothly – you stylde felt simple and dynamic, but also somehow profound, perhaps precisely because of its simplicity. i still can’t put my finger on it. i just know i loved it. your ocs were a great addition too! their personalities felt distinct and they left good impressions without overstaying their welcome in a class 3-a-centred story, top job! (7/?)

the whole domestic feel of the fic was wonderful as well! it felt like a true slice-of-life piece, even though the lives in question are filled with action and danger. you captured the nature of the balance between working your (adventurous and stardom-speckled) dream job and living your private life/spending quality off-time with friends very accurately. the final excerpt (the description of the photo) left a sweetly nostalgic sense buzzing in my chest. just… thank you for this story. (8/?)

and now that i’m done singing your praises, time for the payback! i adore this verse, and therefore i naturally have questions. first and most importantly, the tododeku relationship development. could you tell me when and how they got together in this verse, how that whole tidbit with suing endeavour went, and when and how exactly they got engaged? i assume it’s in the 5 months leading up to the reunion, but details please? future wedding details too? give me ALL THE DETAILS. (9/?)

then, ranking details! we know deku’s no.1, bakugou’s no.2, and shouto’s no.4, but the fic mentions the class currently has 6 members in the top 10. who are the rest, and who’s the number 3 hero? please tell me it’s momo. PLEASE. also, have their ranks changed since the time they graduated, or have they remained the same for the last 7 years (i.e. deku’s always been no.1 ever since he entered the ranklist, shouto’s always been no.4, etc.)? and what’s shinsou’s rank? (10/?)

what about teaching details? where’s nedzu if aizawa’s principle? is shinsou a part-time teacher or a guest lecturer? does bakugou now do teaching full time, or does he only do homeroom for one class and keeps hero-ing in the meantime? will he even remain in the ranklist if he stops fighting villains? will he even care? and on a less-related note, are bakushima the only married couple? and when did they get married? was deku best man? my shameless curiosity demands to know everything (11/?)

finally, in case i haven’t tormented you enough, i wanted to ask, how do you envision our heroes’ futures? we know they’re only 25 in the story, and tododeku are about to soon get married. and bakushima are married already, bakugou’s switching careers, yada yada. but if you had to plot a course for the rest of class 3-a’s lives, what would it look like? all might mentioned grandchildren, but would tododeku want that? and where even was/is kouda in this entire fic? xDDD thank you!!! (12/12)

Again: thanks for the comments! I’m so glad you enjoyed this.

The next ‘in bloom’ instalment will focus on Bakugou becoming involved in anti-bullying campaigns. I’m with you, Bakugou makes me very uncomfortable in canon, but occasionally we get these glimpses of character development (esp in the manga), and I just needed to bring that out and expand on it. 

And there will always be typos in my work, unfortunately. I don’t have a beta, and I’m a dumb-ass who always misses my errors. I do my best, but I am only human.

I won’t give you all the details (partly because I don’t have this universe entirely mapped out yet), but you can have some answers:

TodoDeku have a long engagement. They were engaged before we see them in ‘history…’ actually. They’re in no rush, and are very busy with their work lives, and are enjoying the blissfully engaged lifestyle. They’ve been engaged for about a year, and they have some vague plans, but nothing concrete. At the moment, they’re debating the merits of getting married somewhere private in the city vs. getting married on Toshinori’s estate. I’m not sure which one will win out. 

Their rankings have changed A LOT! When he officially entered the rankings when he was 19, Deku only ended up no. 20, because it had been over a year since the July Attacks, and he hasn’t actually done much since then, being busy with exams/graduating/entering a hero agency. A lot of people were upset by this, but it didn’t bother Deku. He was ecstatic to scrap into the Top 20 as it was.

Sorry, no. 3 belongs to Inasa (from the manga). The top 10 has changed a lot, too. There’s actually seven 1a heroes in the top 10 - Uravity was No. 11 but got a jump in popularity recently. In order: Deku, Detonation, Gale (Inasa), Polarise, unnamed number 5, Creati, Red Riot, Ingenium, an unnamed number 9, and Uravity. 

Shinsou is rankless. He’s an underground hero, and I headcanon that those types of heroes are not typically assigned ranks.

Shinsou has his own role at UA. He does a bunch of stuff: watches the entrance exams, works with some of the Gen. Ed kids, oversees possible transfers between courses, and does guest lectures. Aizawa gives him a lot of independent power.

Bakugou co-teaches Class 1-B. He occasionally guest lecturers other classes (like how Thirteen worked one-off with 1-A during the USJ attack). He has enough time to do hero work too, but he has a less intense work-load now that he’s also teaching.

Kirishima and Bakugou are the only married couple at the moment. They got married when they were 23, before TodoDeku had gotten engaged. They were the first couple to start dating in high school, too. They just … clicked, and never looked back.

Do you mean Kouda or Kouta? Kouda is probably off running a rescue animal shelter while doing minor hero work, too. Kouta is doing amateur film work and arguing with classmates when they don’t believe that he knows pro heroes irl.

I almost wrote Jirou and Momo announcing their engagement at the reunion, but at that point, I had been writing the fic for months, and I needed to upload it before I combusted. So. Yeah. They get engaged around the end of the fic.

I haven’t thought too hard about kids but … I can’t get the image of Kiri/Baku adopting an orphaned girl when they’re in their 30s, and Bakugou ringing up Midoriya to ask him to be the godfather, and Midoriya CRYING FOR HOURS. HOURS. He catches the train over at like 11pm, still in his pjs, still crying, and all over twitter there’s pics of Deku crying into a phone, sparking all kinds of terrible rumours, until he uploads a photo of him cradling his goddaughter in his arms a few hours later. 

I also have more headcanons in my history verse tag, if you’re curious. Thanks again!