#I'm pretty sure half my problems come from the fact that no one would admit something was wrong with me.

[tiredpapergirl]

(ADHD) Disliking repetitive games

Cried and quit my favorite hobby because my peers didn't sit with me while I was getting ready. (RSD)

Couldn't do math if anyone was making any noise at all

Didn't like chicken because the texture was weird (nobody believed me.)

General pickiness. (Mostly due to texture or strong flavors.)

Rubbing my face against walls and carpets.

Hated parties. (Too loud.)

Rude

Always loosing stuff.

"Remembering is part of obedience" (🙄)

Thought I was stupid because I couldn't do school.

"Why did you throw that at her?" "I don't know." (Impulsive and anger issues.)

Stares blankly into space/ I think I'm -insert fictional character- today. (Disassociation.)

"No I didn't really present signs of *insert neurodiversity type* as a kid" Chain!

Mine (AuDHD):

Spinning all the time

Biting cheeks

Zoning out

Losing things

Taking things literally

"Couldn't take a joke"

Getting told to "stop using that tone"

"Obsessions" with things

Being labeled "weird"

Escapism through reading

"Stop crying or I'll give you something to cry for"

Chewing hair

Tapping foot/fingers

Touching cold things (sensory seeking)

Not understanding sarcasm

Hating certain noises

Impulsive

Wanting a schedule but couldn't follow it

Bad at making friends who didn't share my intrests

Reblog/comment yours with the type of neurodiversity you have!

[shy-writer-999]

I’ve never actually said (written???) this to anyone before but I need to say it. I need to get it out there.

I’m a slut for the idea of somnophilia with Ace. I feel like that’s a fairly common thing (or at least, I’ve seen it a few times?), but I’ve never actually admitted it. I wanna wake him up by sucking on his cock until he comes to and starts face fucking me and calling me his good girl, or riding him until he comes deep inside and I only realize he’s awake when he starts talking about how pretty I look rocking on his dick. I want him to get me even closer to coming myself with his morning voice alone because you know it’s damn good. Just. Hnnngh. I want iiittt.

*reaches for my vibrator*

what a lovely picture you have painted for me. like if ace told you he's really into it, you'd have absolutely noooo problem meeting that need. i'm sure he'd love it. also holy shit I love anything that entails the phrase “good girl." anyways, i came up with around ~1k words based on your prompt, but i'm not sure it is as good as what you came up with! check it out under the cut (≧◡≦) i'll edit this more tomorrow!

**but first, a note! i am here for the somnophilia as long as there's established consent beforehand and DUHHHH ik that's implied but perhaps i ought to state that! so, let that previously established consent stand for the smut below! also, you mentioned that somno is common, and i would like to confirm that, at least in my personal experience, many men eat that shit up. so… feel no shame in admitting that, anon, because its very real and iconic of u to like the idea. 💅💅 (if i do say so myself LOL)

Ace + Somnophilia

It was around 5AM and you couldn’t sleep. Ace took up the entire bed, starfishing it while you were curled up next to him, cheek resting on his chest. Considering the fact that you’d just woken up from a steamy dream, there was one thing on your mind. Heat was blooming at your core and you could feel wetness pooling between your legs already. There was only one solution, which happened to be one of Ace’s favorite things.

You crept your hand towards the bulge in Ace’s boxer briefs and ran a palm over it. He was such a heavy sleeper that it didn’t register. His deep breaths continued, quiet and comforting. You continued to pass your hand over his cock, massaging his balls briefly through the fabric and grinding your palm down. He got hard so fast, but his breathing didn’t change at all—he was sound asleep.

Sitting up slowly, you scooted off the bed so that you could walk around and climb back up, this time positioned between his knees. You knew that one of his favorite things was to wake up with his cock in your mouth—and what a perfect time for it, since you couldn’t sleep. On your knees between his wide-spread thighs, you tugged at the waistband of his boxers until they were low enough to give you access to his cock. It was large and veiny. In the muted morning light trickling in through the half-covered window, you could see just enough to tell that his tip was already pink and enflamed.

You were careful not to wake him as you grasped his shaft and stoked it lazily a couple of times. You licked a long, wet stripe from base to tip and repeated the motion until you started to taste milky white pearls of precum seeping from him.

He was still asleep.

After a few minutes of slowly licking his shaft and sucking the precum from his slit, you reached a hand up to softly cradle his balls. At the same time, you finally took his whole length into your mouth. You could feel and taste his precum at the back of your tongue as you sucked your cheeks in and started to bob up and down on his cock.

You sucked him off for a few minutes, alternating between cradling his balls with one hand and dragging your fingers over his shaft with the other. You were getting lost in it, so focused on the process of sucking him off that you didn’t realize when his hands tangled in your hair and pushed your head down. He bucked his hips up at the same time, making you gag on his length as it poked the back of your throat. He held you like that for a second, taking in the warm, slippery feeling of his cock throbbing in your mouth.

Ace groaned, half awake. “Good morning, beautiful.” His voice was scratchy and husky, not warmed up yet from his pleasure-filled awakening. When his voice got like this in the morning it made you feel feral—something about that deep and gravelly sound made you need him more than usual.

He pulled your head up until your lips were wrapped around his head, and then plunged you down on it, eliciting another filthy noise as you gagged on him again. He was fully awake now “Fuckkkk, its so early and you’re already taking it for me like a good girl.”

He proceeded to face fuck you until you were a mess—his precum was dribbling out of the corners of your mouth, your hands were covered in your own spit, and every sound he made went straight to your cunt. You were dripping wet and dying for his touch, wishing he’d put his cock in you and fuck you until you couldn’t talk anymore. But instead, he was fucking your face for now.

Your breaths were labored. You used every shred of control to breathe through your nose, but his cock was twitching and his hands didn’t give you any reprieve. “Just like that, baby. ‘M gonna fuck your mouth full, just like you wanted. You gonna swallow my cum, sweetheart? Every last drop?” You attempted to nod but you were unsuccessful, on account of his hands tightly gripping your head. He could tell that you were trying to nod, at least.

His hips jerked upwards every time he pushed your head down. The choking, muffled sounds you made were vibrating his cock. “Hang in there, just a little bit longer. There’s my girl.”

By the time he came down your throat, you were so far gone that you swallowed his seed without a second thought. He pulled you off his cock with a popping noise, and you crawled up his chest and collapsed.

“You can’t give up yet, sugar. Don’t you want to ride me first?”

[creepercraftguy]

My Thoughts on JOKER VS GIORNO

Once again, we come back to another Death Battle review, where I share my personal thoughts on what we saw.

Unlike Omni-Man Vs Bardock, while I was excited for that matchup, as someone who is a MASSIVE fan of both these characters and their respective franchises, this one was one that I was really looking forward to, even though I knew the fallout for it, regardless of who wins, is probably gonna keep me off the Death Battle internet community for a week at least.

Before I do or say anything on this matchup, I know this sort of thing goes through one ear and out the other, but can we please be respectful in the chat? It's super lame to start a war and to hate on the DB creators just because their opinion on a matchup isn't the same as yours. Let's just try to be good people, please?

Everything is under the cut as per normal, because I will be spoiling the episode:

In case it wasn't obvious how my previous review ended, this was a matchup that I was very excited for. But on top of my excitement, I was also...kind of scared.

I won't comment on my personal opinion of the JoJo fanbase and the Persona fanbase, but one thing that I cannot forgo talking about is that both sides are...intense.

Which is to say they love their franchises and their characters deeply, so while I, as someone who likes both Joker AND Giorno, and their respective series (though I do have a preference for Persona 5 and Joker) am not looking forward to the fallout that this episode brings, because Death Battle are probably about to make half their fanbase very, very angry.

Well, I mean, what else is new? But this time in particular, even more than Omni-Man and Bardock could have.

The analysis portions were actually very good. They touched on a lot of stuff, some of which I even forgot about, but I do have two pretty big qualms with them.

First of all, for Joker's segment especially, though Giorno's suffers from a similar problem, I'm pretty sure I could have made a bingo card of obvious jokes they could make about the Persona series and Joker and the Phantom Thieves, and...yeah, I would have definitely gotten a bingo.

Akechi's pancakes, Mara, the fact that you can date your teacher in the game and that Joker likes older women (although admittedly when I saw that in his intro card, it did make me chuckle), and the idea of never hanging out with your friends again once you max them out are all very commonly appearing jokes in the Persona fanbase, and Death Battle would not have missed an opportunity to mention pretty much all of them.

And then Giorno as well, though not as common, does have the drinking piss joke and the like. Although, I will admit, I think Boomsticks point about Jesus being a JoJo was done in a way that was pretty funny.

My other big issue with the analysis, and this carries on in the post analysis, is showing that Golden Experience Requiem could counter Pucci's stand, and then later, be negated by The World Over Heaven. Feats that come from video games that aren't exactly canon.

In the end, I don't think it really matters that much, because the points they made still stand, but can we maybe get a fact check on whether or not we can use these abilities? Because I'm pretty sure you'd have to take into account the feats of other JoJo's in past matchups, specifically Jotaro, who has the same ability by the end of that game.

Maybe Eyes of Heaven didn't come out when Jotaro Vs Kenshiro did, so I guess I'll give it a pass? Either way, it bothers me, and I really don't know why, because it doesn't amount to much; just that it's used to explain a point they were trying to make.

Other than that, pretty well-stylized analysis portions, and I don't have any complaints. They did well to sell the characters, and honestly? Up until I saw them, I was pretty ready for Jokers loss. Leading up to the fight, I started to change my tune. And after them, I changed sides completely and went back to supporting my boy.

I do somewhat feel guilty for how it ended though. Speaking of which, the fight.

I'm gonna be honest, the fight was cool, but it wasn't perfect. The teaser that was shown on the DB cast looked fire as fuck, but then when the actual fight started, it didn't live up to what it was selling.

Which is not to say that the fight didn't fuck, because it did. The sprites of the characters, Giorno especially, are just a little clunky, static, and very obviously a sprite puppet rig, that's all.

It also felt...a little fast paced? It's weird because the buildup to GE:R and Satanael was well-handled and cool, but for most of the fight, it just feels like the abilities are being thrown around rapid fast, and there's not much time to soak all of it in.

Also, I'm pretty sure Die For Me is an instant kill move, so maybe they should have saved that for when Requiem came out. Just my opinion though. I mean, Die For Me isn't 100% accurate, and doesn't work on bosses, so hell, maybe Giorno either dodged it, or is a boss.

I mean, he IS a boss, but...Well, whatever.

But again, my overall issue is that despite the similar framing, the animation budget just...hasn't quite hit yet. Maybe that's the price of being independent, but I'm REALLY holding out for Moro next week to absolutely smash the next match.

And again, this fight was NOT POORLY animated. Just that there have been sprite fights that were WAY better. Like Dio Vs Alucard for instance.

Speaking of which, this fight is actually pretty similar to that fight in that the penultimate winner of the fight spends...quite a lot of the match just getting bodied by their opponent until they're successfully able to turn it around. Dio did it against Alucard, and Joker did the same to his son in the end.

One more point I want to make on the fight itself is the voice acting. Kieren Regan, who voiced Giorno, is someone who I'm actually familiar with. He's the voice of Shikanoin Heizou in Genshin Impact, and this is his first time working with Death Battle. Honestly? His voice for Giorno is pretty good, even if his tone is a little more whispery than Phillip Reich's rendition of the character.

But OH MY FUCKING GOD, I swear, during the build up to this episode, I seriously thought that Xander Mobus himself was the one doing the voice of Joker! He's actually voiced by Kevin Rivera (Who most would know from the dub of Undead Unluck) who previously voiced Alex Mercer and Dimitri in the last season, but my lord, his impression is SPOT ON! 10/10, no notes!

If I had to give an overall highlight of the fight, well...It'd probably have to be the beginning portion of it that was shown in the cast. The intro to this fight was solid as hell, and if I had to pick another moment in the fight that I was pretty pumped about, it was the sequence when Giorno uses his ability to turn Joker's grapple shot into a snake, and then Joker shoots the snake which reflects the damage back on him. Then the bullets that Giorno turned into bees earlier returned to Joker, destroyed his gun, which gave passage to the ultimate climax of the fight.

That portion was pretty sick.

And then the way the fight ends, while stunning, I do kind of wish it had been more climactic than a single bullet, but...then again, a single bullet put down Jaldabaoth, so there's no need to oversell that, and neither Joker, nor Giorno, are really known for anime screaming or fighting tooth and nail (well, Giorno is sort of) so I can't exactly claim it to be out of character to end this way.

And as for my last note, I think I'm gonna have to give the fight track by Therewolf and Brandon Yates a listen on it's own when it drops, because it's hard to analyse the lyrics and tune while the fight is going on, because it very rapidly changes with each side's sporadic moves.

BUT the vocals in the track are done by Saoirse, the same person who did the vocals for Phantom's Game, the track that Brandon Yates made for a Joker Vs Neku commission he did, and...yeah, that's brilliant, because I loved the vocals of that song, and she's a brilliant singer on the same level as Lyn Inaizumi for these tracks, so yeah.

Final score for me? I give it an 8.5 out of 10. Not perfect, and not quite a 9, but definitely close.

Next week is Eggman Vs Bowser, as I suspected it would be, so let's get pumped for this match, because it's been a long time coming.

[lexxierave]

When Fate Intervenes- tasm!Peter Parker x Reader Part 3

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Days went by without the two of you thinking about the other. Something more important always came first. For you it was work and other classes. For Peter his time as Spider-Man seemed neverending.

It wasn't until the morning the two of you finally arrived for class that you noticed there was a change in seating. Notably the only two seats available were next to each other and that you were praying the other person was sick for the day.

It wasn't the case when Peter swiped into the seat next to you and gave you a weak wave.

"Mr. Parker. Ms y/l/n. Please see me after class." Mr.Hertz bellowed out as he continued writing on the chalkboard.

Some snickering would be heard around the room but you paid it no mind. Rolling your eyes before you get out your textbook and notebook to hopefully get down some good notes.

Peter still was a light embarrassed for being called out like that and sunk down a bit before following you and grabbing his own supplies out.

After the lecture the two of you waited as everyone else darted out the room. Some lingered to try and catch what the professor was talking to you two about but his stern look told them to leave.

"How's the experiment coming along?" He questioned when the two of you walked up to his desk.

"Well…" Peter began before you cut him off. 

"Splendly." You quickly said, "we were just about to grab something at the cafeteria and discuss what we could be lacking some more." You nudged Peter, hoping he'd go along with it.

"Yeah. Right. We were just about to do that. At the cafeteria." Peter's short phrasing not going unnoticed by you or the teacher.

"Well then I won't keep you but I expect a paper from each of you about what the other person could possibly be lacking by next week. '' Mr. Hertz warned.

Once outside the classroom you tapped your textbook to your forehead and gave out an exasperated sigh. So much for getting a nap in before work today.

"Alright, Parker lead the way." You said as you turned to your companion.

"What? You were serious in there?" He asked puzzled for a moment

"Yeah. So you coming or what?" You shouted over your shoulder as you continued walking.

"Yeah. Yep." Peter replied as he lightly jogged to catch up to you.

The two of you made it to the cafeteria and found a small table in the corner to sit at.

"So tell me something about you Parker?" You pointedly said.

"Uh. Where do I begin? I've lived in Queens my whole life with my Aunt May." He began to ramble off.

"Peter." You  laugh, put a hand on his shoulder to stop him, "Facts about you as a student. I'm pretty sure this whole thing has to do with that aspect of our lives." You told him your idea.

"Oh. Right. That makes sense." Peter muttered.

"You know for such a smart guy you sure missed such a basic thing. Maybe that's one of the things you're lacking." You pointed out.

"You might be right but then what is it that makes you lacking?" He quickly turned to ask.

"I don't know. I have a problem with turning in work I guess. I just feel it's so mondaine." You honestly told him, "I'd rather spend my time helping other people understand the work or reading than do the paperwork."

Peter could understand that. Half the time he didn't want to trouble himself with doing the needless homework that the professors tended to give him either but regardless he made sure to run through them before every class 

"I can understand that." Peter admitted "but for someone who doesn't want to make friends you sure do like helping people." He pointed out.

Peter was right. You do like to help people but that didn't mean you had to make friends with them. That takes more time and energy than you were prepared for, not to mention most of the people here weren't people you'd want to be friends with.

They were stuck more on themselves than actually making lasting friendships. And you didn't have the time or energy to give it to someone who wouldn't last in your life.

Peter and you were stuck in the same boat and didn't even realize it. The two of you needed each other more than you knew.

"It's complicated Parker, I'm not sure you'd fully understand but I've been burned too many times by fake people and I just don't have the energy for it anymore." You sighed, the weight of your words making you seem older than you are.

That interest in you started up in Peter again. What had happened to you in your past to close you off of friendships so badly?

There was something about Peter too that interested you. Sure you noticed him in class when he'd come in later than you, bruised up sometimes even. He'd always know the answer to the question the teacher would ask without even knowing the full question. It was fascinating, really. Made you want to know what went on inside his head.

"Well I guess we have what we need for our papers, see you around Parker." You said as you picked up your bag to leave.

Something in Peter wanted him to make you stay a little longer but he too had to leave for patrol.

"Yeah. See you later." He agreed as he watched you leave before coming back to reality and heading out on his own path.

The whole time on patrol Peter was trying to think back to seeing you in class but it was hard for him to do. He was more focused on hiding his identity and various bruises as best as he could. 

He was pretty sure he'd remember a pretty girl like you if he saw you but for the life of him he just couldn't place you and it was driving him crazy.

His thoughts were abruptly halted by a scream from a small convenience store near his apartment complex.

"Great. Just when I was about to call it a night." Peter groaned.

Part 4

[thehollowprince]

The Acolyte, episode five...

I will admit, right off the bat, that I did enjoy this episode more than the first four, but that in and of itself is part of the problem. Should we have to sit through several mediocre episodes, which equal half of the show, just to get to what they've been promising as "the good stuff"? I mean, would you read a book that was a thousand pages long but told before you even opened it that the first five hundred pages were pretty bad?

But let's get into the good and bad (from my perspective).

The Good

I did enjoy the lightsaber combat, even though I don't think it was anywhere near the level of Duel of the Fates as we were "promised." That being said, it was leagues better than Ahsoka, which treated lightsabers like glowing baseball bats.

The Jedi are gonna Jedi - specifically seeing Sol and Jecki trying to save Mae despite all the horrible things she's done (and I'm sure will do in the future).

Jecki's entire fight with Mae leading into her fight with Qimir. I will admit I wasn't too fond of the character when she was first introduced, but she grew on me.

Yord being incredibly clever by using Qimir's own cortosis helmet to negate his lightsaber. That was clever, even if it ended tragically moments later.

Sol's entire arc this episode, from trying to save Mae to trying to avenge Jecki and Yord (and the others) to him remembering himself at the last moment. Lee Jung-jae has been one of the highlights of this show for me.

Amandla is doing a great job distinguishing both Mae and Osha as separate characters, to the point where I never confuse one for the other.

Manny Jacinto is very hot!

Also loved the secret shoto lightsaber.

The Bad

While I did appreciate most of the fight choreography, the very beginning was a little sloppy. When Osha wakes up and looks toward the battle, we just see a bunch of lightsabers waving back and forth through the air, even though some of them weren't anywhere near Qimir. It took me out of the story, and I didn't like it.

The Jedi all died (except Sol), which I called back when we saw the first trailer because you can't have the Jedi come up against a sith before the Phantom Menace and live to tell about it. It was very predictable.

Speaking of predictable, having Mae take Osha's place was something we all saw coming, right? From having the same actor play both roles to having both characters have the exact same hairstyle despite not having seen each other in sixteen years. Which leads me into my next point...

Mae's sudden about face again. Last week, she was fully ready to surrender to the Jedi and work with them, and now she's back to wanting revenge. She's exhibiting very Vadar/Anakin-like traits, and we'll have to wait until the end to see if they stick the landing on that, but as of right now, it's not looking so good.

Yord and Jecki dying. And not in the "two of my favorite characters died" kind of way, but in the "what was the point in introducing them as named characters" kind of way. We didn't get really any character development with them. We actually got more info on them from cast interviews than the actual three and a half episodes they were in, and now they're gone. It feels more like they were just put in to be killed off for shock value than anything else.

And finally, the fact that we're in the home stretch, with only three episodes remaining, and one of them is going to be another flashback, when we still have a mystery happening in present day.

I know I said this before, but given how they're stretching things out and how short most of these episodes are, this show could literally just have been a long movie.

[joannerowling]

is it true that Rowling sent flowers to marilyn Manson? 💀

Unknown/unclear. Manson tweeted once "thank you for the lovely gift JKR" with a picture of roses that doesn't seem to have been taken from the internet, however JKR never acknowledged it, which is out of character.

Since your angle is obvious here, let me disappoint you: i'm perfectly knowledgeable about the topic of JKR's supposed "friendships" with Johnny Depp and his clique, and comfortable discussing it. In fact, here's a reddit thread written by someone who is anti-JKR, which i'm linking so that anyone not knowledgeable can learn the basics (it's factual enough, though not always honest in providing all context), and so nobody can accuse me of ignoring the subject out of misplaced idolatry.

TRAs seeking to undermine JKR's character through any mean available have attempted the "oooo, JKR the so-called women-defender is actually friend with abusive men!!" route a few times. It's failed to gain much popularity, even amongst themselves, because there's just not much meat to it. (Which, considering that most attacks against JKR rely on making stuff up about Harry Potter that she never wrote, is saying a lot i feel.)

JKR's connexions with Depp amount to buying stuff from him. No picture of them hanging out, no known exchanges besides saying they admired each other's work. Vague hearsay from untrustworthy sources - one of the things the above reddit thread fails to contextualise is who Dan Wootton, the guy who accused JKR of being too close to Depp and refusing to fire him from FB, exactly is (hint: not a trustworthy guy). I'm pretty sure Wootton is a blueprint for Culpepper in the Strike novels, if you get the reference.

The only thing confirmed is that JKR initially believed Depp's word against Heard's. I feel like she is a pretty good judge of character in general, but eh, no one is immune to a famous actor's charms. The fact she hasn't come to defend Depp during his latest trial suggests she may have changed her mind – she hasn't exactly shied away from defending unpopular people when she felt strongly enough about their innocence. But, she didn't feel strongly enough about defending Heard either. Maybe at this point she feared she would do more harm than good; maybe she still supports Depp privately; maybe she's too proud to admit to have been wrong. Maybe she just doesn't like Heard and didn't want to support her! Who knows.

What i know for sure is that JKR pours like half of her money into charity work to help women and kids. She makes her positions on abusive men clear, both in public and in her fiction, so you can't even accuse her of influencing anyone into supporting them. Even if i didn't like JKR, i really fail to see what could possibly be the problem here. I feel like people just NEED women to be secretly wicked witches who manipulate everyone into believing they're good-hearted when in fact at night they're evilly cackling at the suffering of babes. It's misogyny my dude, that's it.

Edit: on second thoughts this was an insane reply but i STAND BY IT

[jonesatheart]

How Many Fingers Am I Holding Up?

Edit: The incident Raph refers to can now be found here.

"How many fingers am I holding up!" Mikey asked with a cheeky grin. 

Raphael groaned and laid his head back down on the- whatever cold,hard thing he was laying on was. "Donny?"  

"I'm here." 

"Think I gotsa concussion," he slurred.  

"What makes you so sure?" Leo wanted to know.  

"Cause Mike's got five fingers."  

Mikey held up his hand and counted his fingers by touching the tip of each. "I, in fact, do not." He waggled his fingers. "Only three here, mi hermano." 

Raph half-heartedly swung at Mikey with a wide motion and successfully slapped Leo across the face. 

"Let's get him up."  

Don and Leo each took Raph by the arm and stood together, wrapping their arms around his shell for support. 

"Donny?"  

"I'm here."  

"There's somethin' wrong with my eyes." 

Don sighed. It was going to be a long walk home. "I know. You've got a concussion, Raph. I'm gonna take care of you, okay? We just need to get you home first."  

--- 

"How's he doing?" Leo asked when Don finally emerged from the medbay. His arms were folded over his chest and his brow was furrowed in what Mikey often teased was his PTA Mom Face.  

Donatello sighed. This wouldn't be a fun conversation. "Well, he won't be sleeping in his hammock for a few days. He's okay. He has some pretty typical concussion symptoms which are just things that are going to take time to heal. He's still having some trouble with his sight, but that can take up to two weeks to improve."  

Leo squinted at Donny, knowing his brother well enough to known there was something he wasn't saying. "And?"  

"There is a chance it's permanent."  

Leonardo's face fell and his arms dropped to his side. "Does he know?"  

Don shook his head. "Not yet. I wanted him to get some rest before... It's a minor chance, Leo. I don't want to alarm him unnecessarily." 

"He still needs to know, Don. I'll update Master Splinter and Mikey, that way you only have to have that conversation once," Leo offered, "but he does need to know."  

"You're right," Don admitted and rubbed his brow.  

"You could always get Casey to do it," Leo pointed out, the smallest hint of suppressed smile playing at his face. 

Don rolled his eyes. "I don't need Raph thinking he's dying, but thanks." 

Leo snorted. "It wouldn't be that bad." 

Donatello arched a brow ridge. "If I sent Casey in there to tell Raph something medically related, Raph would assume he's dying, do his 'I knew it I'm dyin'," bit and subsequently cause Casey to panic, 'wait you are?!', which somehow would result in Mikey kicking in my door sobbing that he was the one dying or that he's somehow the cause of Raph's supposed demise."  

"I wanna try to argue with, but honestly..."  

"I know my brothers, Leonardo," Donatello answered primly. "I'll talk to him after he wakes up." 

--- 

"Donny?"  

"I'm here." 

Raph turned to his brother's voice. "I still can't see straight."  

Don sat on the ground to be eye level with his brother and gently stroked his head. "It could take time. Maybe a week or two." 

"Or? C'mon, Donny, I know ya better than that. What's the other option?"  

"I found some exercise to do if there's no improvement and some things to do to help your eyes heal."  

"Don."  

"But there is a chance they might not."  

Raph took a breath. "Okay."  

"I'm sorry, Raph." 

"I's not ya fault, bro. I know you're gonna take care'a me best ya can. I trust ya."  

"You're taking this remarkably well," Donatello noted. 

Raph chuckled. "'M too tired to panic. I'll do that later. Maybe in a week or so when I'm less dizzy. Or, y'know, after  I'm all back to normal. It is me, after all." 

--- 

"Hey, Don told me ya were still havin' problems with ya eyes." Casey said by way of greeting. It had been a week since the concussion and Raph hadn't been out of the lair at all in that time.  

"I'm not in the mood for bein' cheered up, Case." Raph said flatly looking up at his friend. 

"Good thing I didn't come to cheer ya up then, huh?"  

Raph lifted his head. "Alright, I'll bite. Whaddaya doin' here then?"  

"Commiseration!" Casey announced with a grin and dropped into the desk chair.  

Raph blinked. "Come again?" He deadpanned.  

"I'm here to be miserable with you."  

Raphael glared. "I actually hate you right now," he decided and dropped his head back onto his pillow. 

Casey snickered. "Only now?"  

"I swear if you start actin' like Mikey I'm gonna strangle you myse-" he stopped and let out a breath. "I'm sorry."  

"It's okay, Raph," Casey assured. "It's been a year."  

"Still."  

"Still nothin'. Yeah, if it was comin' from anyone else but you it might be weird, but you got 'bestie privileges' or whatever it is Mikey's always goin' on about with April."  

Raph glanced up again, fixing Casey with deadpanned glare. "I cannot believe you just said that."  

"What, bestie privileges?" Casey asked with a cheeky grin.  

"Any of it," Raph scoffed. "But, yeah, especially that." 

"Yeah, well, it's true. And I know I've got the same with you and I'm callin' those in."  

"The shell is that supposed to mean?"  

"It means that we both know there's stuff you wouldn't be caught dead sayin' to your brothers, but you'll say 'em to me. So say it." 

"Sure ya not just bein' a sap?" Raph grumbled. 

"I mean, probably that too, but let's be real, Raph, I could probably get away with this kinda conversation with Donny. Maybe Mikey. And Leo? Forget about it. C'mon, man, talk to me."  

Raph sighed. "I'm not stupid, Casey. I know what's goin' on."  

"I know you're not stupid, but I might be cause I dunno what you're talkin' about." 

"Ya not out there with 'em cause they gotta get used to fighting on there own in case I don't bounce back." 

Casey nodded. "Okay, well. Ya still not stupid, but ya are wrong. I'm not out there with 'em cause my knee's been actin' up. I didn't wanna risk bein' in the way or makin' it worse. Thus the bein' miserable with you." 

"Yeah, well. Maybe they should be."  

"They don't need that kinda practice, Raph. You guys have been doin' this for years, they've got it figured out." 

"Yeah, ya probably right," Raph admitted. "Not exactly the most skilled or cooperative guy on the team." 

"Whoa! Back up. That is not what I meant by that! What, you really think I'd just chuck ya under the bus that way?" Casey demanded incredulously. "What the hell, man?"  

"I'm not really sure what else ya could mean by that, Casey!" Raph snapped back. "It ain't like it ain't true-"  

"First of all, it ain't. Second of all, you pinhead, last fall when Donny caught the flu and the three of ya went out on ya're own, was it cause ya were figurin' 'ah, gotta get some practice in in case Don decides to retire after this,' or was it just cause ya were just down a man? That's what I meant by that, ya overgrown leprechaun! You guys have been goin' out in pairs and threes for years. Half the time it's my fault cause I ain't as skilled as the rest'a and you stay behind helpin' me." 

"Alright, alright. I see ya point, settle down."  

"Nuh-uh. You opened this can'a worms, Pandora. We're goin' fishin' now." 

Raph sat all the way up to stare at Casey. "The shell does that even mean?" 

"You really think that I think ya brothers don't need you?" Casey questioned, ignoring Raph's confusion. In part because he truly was insulted by his friends implications, but also because he wasn't sure how the analogy was supposed to work either, but neurotypicals made nonsense analogies all the time so it was probably fine. It made sense to him, everyone else could be confused. 

"Case-"  

"You realize I'd literally be dead without you, right? Like, I know you had that concussion and all, but you are aware that if you hadn't been so determined to get it through my skull that I was goin' about this whole vigilante shtick the wrong that the Dragons a hundred percent would'a literally beat to death, right?"  

"Yeah, I also remember Hun almost did that last year anyway because I wasn't good enough to be able to keep you safe!" Raph snapped. "And that was with my eyes workin', Casey! I- I'm useless now! I can barely make it around the lair without knockin' into stuff. I- My whole life. I've been raised to be one thing. And I can't do that now. I...may never be able to do that again. I don't expect you to get it, but it feels like everything I am is on the edge of bein' taken away from me. And I dunno who I'm gonna be at the end of this. I don't know who I am, if I'm not a Ninja. And. It's easier for me to believe that....maybe I just wasn't ever good enough. Because if I wasn't good enough then...I can believe it's better I'm not. Because then...I might be losin' who I am, but...it feels like...maybe it's for the better that way."  

"Ya know I love ya, right, Raph?"  

"Okay here we go," Raph rolled his eyes, and stared up at the ceiling.  

"Raph, look at me. You really think I'm-" he pointed to his chest "-not gonna understand what it's like to have the one thing you hung ya whole identity on taken away?"  

Raph's eyes widened in realization and his face fell. "Casey, I-" 

"It's okay," he promised with a kind smile, holding out a hand. "I'm not upset about it. And yeah, I'm not gonna understand it all exactly from your perspective. But I am gonna get it better than most. I have to wear a knee brace every time we go out, I can't go out tonight cause it's actin' up. Maybe...maybe your vision doesn't bounce back. Maybe ya gotta wear glasses or do other stuff to modify the way you do things. Maybe you gotta give up the vigilante stuff. That doesn't take away value from who you are. You are always going to be important to your brothers. They are always gonna need you. I get it, you're scared, but it's only been a week. That's still completely in a normal time scale from what Don was tellin' me. You've got time, Raph. And even if...things don't pan out. We're still gonna be here for ya."  

Raph nodded. "Thanks for puttin' up with me tonight," he replied tightly.  

Casey smiled and crossed the room to pull Raph into his arms. "Everything is gonna be okay," he promised. "Even if it's not okay the way we're hopin', it's still gonna be okay."  

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hey I saw you were doing matchups and I've never done one so I was curious :) plus you seem nice

This is mainly for bg3 but I'm super into Hazbin as well if you feel like doing both 🫶

Gender- woman

Pronouns- she/her

Sexuality- pansexual

Appearance

Basically the best I could get without just putting a picture of myself. Keep my hair short, I love dyeing it, I've had it tons of colors but pink is my favorite. (having it up in two buns is my favorite style) I'm 5'2, curvy, my eyes are kinda downturned and brown. I have a freckle (mole? Kinda? Beauty mark?) above my lips on the left.

Mbti- INTJ

Personality- So I'm autistic, have trouble with certain social queues and expressing emotions. It actually caused a lot of problems growing up but I've gotten better about it now. I'm still really blunt at times and have been told my resting face looks really sad/upset 😅. I'm an optimistic realist, and generally difficult to upset. I cry when I get mad because I never learned to express being angry in a healthy way. I try to be sweet with people I'm familiar with, like making jokes and complimenting people, but I can be pretty mean/cold to people I don't like. I'm a writer, and an auditory learner, so I've always been told I'm an amazing listener. Which I do love listening to people, but I hate interrupting so I usually go entire conversations without saying much even if I have something to say- because I won't interject and by the time I get a word in the subject has changed. I'm a fast learner academically and like to think I'm open minded. Arguments annoy me, but I'm not above admitting I'm wrong. I am very passionate about the things I like, as well as morality based subjects. I also go somewhat nonverbal when I get overstimulated which happens mostly when I'm around a lot of people.

Likes:

-Storms are my favorite weather

-Rabbits are my favorite animals, I grew up with a bunch of them they're super misunderstood from what I know and make amazing pets

-Word association games for some reason? Also puzzles. They're just fun

Dislikes:

-Meat. I have trouble eating certain foods and most meat is in that. I'm not vegetarian but anything with bones or skin or chewy bits I just can't do 🥲

-Yelling. It just makes me upset even if it's not directed at me.

-When people don't think animals have feelings or make jokes about killing pets cause they think it's funny :(

Fun fact: I have photic sneeze reflex which means when my pupils dilate really fast due to a light change (usually going from inside to outside) it makes me sneeze!

Race: I'm a human obviously but I think I'd be a half elf (maybe a drow half elf even, just cause I don't prefer sunshine) in faerun just cause my ears are kinda pointy. I have connected earlobes so it makes them look somewhat more elfy.

Class: Probably an abjuration or conjuration wizard. Sorcerer would be cool but they're charisma based and I'm not very charismatic

Alignment: Lawful good? Or maybe just chaotic good I'm not sure, cause the law isn't always right funnily enough

Thanks, even if you don't get to this. I started posting on Tumblr recently and I know how difficult it is to get to a bunch of asks so no worries if you can't get to it.

You are so sweet, I am sorry it took so long to get to your request, but it is finally time to get your match out!

~~~~~ MATCHUPS ~~~~~

BG3

Halsin

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Halsin is one with nature, so he enjoys all animals and people no matter what.

He finds your reserved nature interesting. As you are the leader of your misfits, your timidity doesn't quite match your fearless leadership of lives.

He realizes how sweet you are once he joins you in the hunt for the ones behind the illithids.

He struggled to determine if you were sad or if your face was just reading sad.

Halsin is just as awkward himself. Though he has lived for hundreds of years, it is hard to keep up with all the changes that come with that.

When he started developing feelings for you, he was very timid about expressing them. Though love is natural and part of nature, he didn't want to frighten you.

When he found you crying one day because a villager upset you, he was as wild as a bear at that moment.

He stayed back to comfort you but gave a piece of his mind to spare you the argument when you were elsewhere.

Halsin tries hard to help keep the peace among the others, especially after seeing you get overwhelmed by a fight that broke out between La'zel and Shadowheart.

When he confesses to you, he rambles. Because you don't say anything, he thinks you now hate him, so he rambles more. Once he lets you get a say-in and you confess back, he's the happiest ever.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

You had been tending to the animals near the camp. Though you were soon to leave this area and venture further through Faerun, you wanted to make sure the little friends you made would be okay. You heard giant footsteps approaching behind you as you doled out nuts, berries, and some dried meats for the creatures. Turning gently so as not to frighten away the creatures, you find Halsin also helping tend to the animals.

His love and care for the world around him was so sweet to you. He was a fantastic man who flawlessly met your and the group's needs. Sometimes, you wondered about letting him lead as the new group's leader. Halsin had already turned that notion down since you were more than capable in his eyes.

Once the creatures were tended, Halsin walked up to you. He gently placed some fallen hair back in its intended spot before gently cupping your face. He was always so warm and protective, which helped put you at ease through this whole ordeal with the mind flayers. Nuzzling into his hand and smiling up at him, Halsin gently placed a kiss on your forehead. You two embraced this soft moment before the next battle took place.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(You had just finished a battle; only Gale came out scathed because he didn't listen to a call out from you or Shadowheart.)

Halsin: My Gale, how did you get so beat up?

Shadowheart: Maybe because he's a lunatic who doesn't listen to instructions.

Gale: Hold on, I don't know how this is my fault when you could have simply healed me on the field.

Shadowheart: Why would I heal you when you blatantly didn't listen?

Halsin: Everyone, you don't need to worry about fighting. It's okay. I will tend to the wounds.

Y/N: I also called out to him to move from the spot where he got shot.

Halsin: Never mind, Gale, figure it out on your own.

HAZBIN HOTEL

Charlie Morningstar

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Charlie is the embodiment of chaotic goodness. She just wants to help everyone and make the world a better place.

She loves animals, people, and really everything. If she could express her happiness and love any better, she would.

She was taken aback by how reserved you were when you came to the hotel. Usually, people in hell were brazen.

As she got to know you, she enjoyed the wisdom you offered.

She did everything to put a smile on your face, mostly because she enjoyed your happiness and because she couldn't tell when you were sad or just thinking.

She goes full momma demon mode when someone upsets you, with no hesitation the claws are barred.

She tries really hard to be a listener for you instead of you listening to her. Though Charlie tends to ramble, especially about her ideas, she always wants to hear your input.

When there is violence or issues in the hotel, she makes sure you are first safe and far away. Once things have calmed down, she will come and get you.

She didn't really confess to you. One day, you two were friends, and the next, she was talking to you about being in a relationship.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

Charlie had been diligently working at her desk on her next big plan to rehabilitate sinners. While she was working away, you had taken refuge on her bed, writing in your journal. You enjoyed the monotony of your growing relationship, where even if you two weren't actively doing the same thing, you still chose each other. As you got to the climax of your story, a frustrated groan was heard next to you.

Turning your attention to the princess, you noticed she had scrapped another idea of hers. Sitting up, you slowly made your way over to her to see what seemed to be causing the hiccup in her mental process. Charlie was full of amazing ideas; just some were far harder to attain than others, and you both knew that. So sometimes, just offering your own insights helped her reimagine an idea she was having.

Taking your spot next to her, you noticed that instead of working on sinners like you thought, she was working on your next birthday. You laughed gently at her, causing her to snap to her senses and look over at you. Knowing she had been caught, she gave up and let you look at what she had been working on. You smiled and gently took Charleis's hand in yours, "You know I would be happy with just spending the day lounging around with you, right?" This was enough to spread a giant smile across the princess of Hell's face.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(The new hotel had been built, and Charlie was eager to welcome new sinners. However, no one showed up the first day, making her sad.)

Y/N: Charlie, it's okay. I am sure there will be some tomorrow or the next day.

Charlie: But how will we beat heaven if no one gets rehabilitated.

Y/N: We can't force people to stay; we need them to come on their own.

Charlie: but I made cupcakes.

Y/N: How about I eat one with you?

Charlie: ( sniffles ) Okay.

[shieldofiron]

Again I am so sorry for all of the requests but I love your writing and please tell me to stop if you want me to stop. You don't have to write this if you don't want to but could you write tigerfreak hurt/comfort with Jason trying to come to terms with the fact that he's gay? You're probably one of my favorite writers that writes anything at all with Jason

This one is a huge shout out to @pmrcvictim who spins Munver HC with me frequently. Lemon-ish, but mostly hurt and comfort. Don't be fooled by the POV, this is still going where you think it is, and he's trying, ok? TW: Light self harm (Scratching), Obsessive Thought Patterns

At one point Eddie considered actually writing them down, all of Jason's little rules.

It's not gay, because afterwards Jason never lingers. Apparently he can fuck Eddie all across the sheets, dig his fingers into his hips and whine out his name, but it's not gay because they don't cuddle.

It's not gay, because Jason tops. Really Eddie finds this rule somewhat baffling, and more than a little hurtful. Because Jason is still having sex with Eddie, and despite the long hair, Eddie is still a man. But far be it from Eddie to say anything about the desperate way Jason looks at him in bed, the way he touches all parts of Eddie, the way he...

It's not gay, because they don't kiss. Don't do anything softly, really, but Jason makes sure they never even come close to kissing. And really, there's only so many times Eddie can get shoved away before it starts to feel personal. Like maybe if Eddie were someone Jason respected, maybe if Eddie were Billy Hargrove or Patrick McKinney or Chance Rojas, maybe Jason would finally admit that what they're doing every other night is gay, it's so gay.

It's not gay, and to make extra sure, Jason takes a scalding hot shower immediately after, throwing a dark look at Eddie when he (jokingly... half jokingly) suggests that he could join.

God, Eddie hates the rules

All of this is irrelevant. Jason swears he isn't gay. And Eddie's too tired to fight him on it. Sometimes when Jason shoves Eddie's face away it hurts more than when he used to shove him into lockers. But at least the locker thing has stopped. At least...

The problem is that Eddie... Eddie's gay. Not all the way, he still can't help but look at the cheerleaders sometimes, or the pretty flute player in band. But Christ, the way he feels about Jason, the way Jason can turn him into a messy puddle of need so easily... the way he feels about Jason is very, very, extremely, alarmingly gay. And that's a problem.

This is what he's thinking about as Jason sucks out a shuddering breath, his fingers brushing the mess Eddie made on his own stomach, and goes lax and lazy against Eddie's back. His breath is hot against Eddie's shoulder, soft cornsilk hair brushing the sensitive skin at the nape of Eddie's neck... and it's almost like cuddling.

But then he pulls back, grabbing for the towel he always places oh so neatly by the bed before they start. Jason cleans Eddie up meticulously, like he can't bear any of the evidence be left even for a moment, even on Eddie's skin. And it burns even as it's a gentle touch, hurts because Eddie's thinking too much about it. Eddie's skin prickles to hold Jason but he can't bear to get pushed away, not again, not right now. Instead he avoids Jason's eye, curls up tight and faces the wall.

"Let me... I'm not done," Jason whispers.

"Just go shower," Eddie doesn't mean for it to come out so sharp, hard and harsh. But it's the only way he can stop it from coming out wobbly. His eyes feel tight and his throat burns, and he covers his face with his arm.

He can feel Jason linger, and he wants to snap that Jason is breaking the rules, he should be gone, totally gone. And the longer Jason lingers, the harder it is to hold it in. Eddie sucks in a shaky breath, and then another, then another.

Jason gets up in a huff, and Eddie can practically hear the words roll off of Jason. That Eddie's acting... like Eddie's acting.

Maybe this will be the end. Not with a bang, but with a whimper. And Eddie didn't even get a kiss.

He hears the water running like normal, and honestly, he should ask for some money off Jason for the heating of all his hot water. Sometimes he's in there for like a half hour.

Eddie sucks in a few breaths, until he feels calm enough to uncurl, throw on a t-shirt that doesn't smell so bad and the first pair of boxer's he finds, which he's pretty sure are actually Jason's. He pads into the kitchen, past the tiny bathroom. Jason's left the door open, so Eddie can hear how not gay he is, or something.

As he walks past though, Eddie's eyes catch on something. Sticking out of the bottom of the cheap blue curtain is one, very small, pale foot.

Eddie forgets all about the rules, forgets about the tears in his eyes. Jason could have fallen down, could be hurt. He could have gotten lightheaded in the hot water.

He's not prepared for what he sees when he pulls back the curtain, gasping Jason's name or Baby or whatever his brain manages to supply through panic.

Jason's huddled on the floor, his skin red and raw, and his eyes are red-rimmed.

"Did you fall?" Eddie gasps.

Jason just blinks up at him, his hands scrambling to cover himself, fingers digging into those muscled biceps.

Eddie falls to his knees, reaching out to cradle the back of Jason's head. He can't really be surprised when Jason jerks back, nearly slamming his head into the tile.

"You could be hurt," Eddie sneaks closer, soaking the back of his head and shirt in the blistering spray.

"Don't..." Jason warns, but he doesn't jerk back when Eddie's hand cards through his wet hair, checking for a lump.

"Did you get lightheaded, or..."

"Don't," Jason repeats, but the word wobbles a little.

Eddie looks carefully at his face, noting the pale cheeks, the moisture clumping his lashes with what could be tears and could be shower water.

"I'll get it on you. It will..."

"Get what on me?" Eddie asks.

"I can't... not fair to you... I should never have..." Jason claws at his arms, eyes glazed and unfocused.

Eddie shuts the water off, worried that Jason's gotten lightheaded from the heat.

"No," Jason bursts out, throwing Eddie's hands off and scrambling to his knees to reach for the faucet, "Gotta get it off, gotta wash it off..."

Eddie's afraid he knows the answer to the question before he asks it, "Wash what off?"

"The... g-gay... that I'm... I think I'm..." Jason blinks hard, face turned away, "G-gotta..."

"No," Eddie says it softly, tugging on Jason's arms, pulling him back onto the wet floor, "No... let me clean you up."

He expects more of a fight, but Jason just goes kind of limp at that, chin falling to his chest.

Eddie throws a towel over Jason's shoulder, trying to ignore the rock in his stomach. He helps Jason to his feet, and into the kitchenette, where he deposits him into a dining room chair and gets him a plastic tumblr of water.

Jason gulps it down, eyes turned away.

"Is that why... how often does that happen?" Eddie has to fight the urge to tug the towel tightly around Jason's shoulders.

Jason's face is just blank, but Eddie can see a twitch at the corner of his eye, "What?"

"This... panic thing."

Jason's face stays on the table, unmoving.

"Is this the first time?" Eddie pushes.

Jason shakes his head.

"You know you... can't really wash it off," Eddie's not sure what to say, but as soon as this comes out of his mouth, he cringes.

"I know," Jason's voice is cracked, painful sounding.

"So then-"

The words die on his lips when it hits him. Jason knows. So all of the rules, all of that... maybe it was just for Eddie. All the rules, the pushing him away. Maybe Eddie just wasn't good enough.

But then he sees Jason dig his nails into his arms, and his face crumples, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."

Eddie kneels in front of Jason's chair and gently tugs Jason's hands away, shocking himself when Jason plants them on the sides of Eddie's cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't want it to get on you, I'm s-sorry," Jason's crying in earnest now, "I don't know how to stop it, I thought that I could s-stop it, I thought..."

Eddie reaches up and brushes Jason's wet hair back, trying to joke, though the smile comes to his face too slowly, "Hey, it's okay. It's okay. I was already gay."

Jason shakes his head, "No... I... I did.... I'm sorry."

"Jason, it's okay," Eddie can't even enjoy Jason's hands on him, he's starting to worry, really worry.

Jason shakes his head, "I... I... I know that I could stop it, if I really tried, if I wasn't so s-"

Eddie doesn't know how else to stop it. He brushes his hands across Jason's cheek, tugs him by his jaw a little closer, and presses a kiss to Jason's lips.

Jason's fingers dig in, and he falls forward, not pushing back, not shoving away. He falls, shivering and soft, into Eddie's lap, and he lets Eddie part his lips and he's close, so close. Close enough that Eddie can smell soap and tears and feel every tremor that goes through Jason's body.

"I'm sorry-" Jason murmurs against Eddie's lips, which feel so much more sensitive than ever before. "I'm sorry..."

"I'm not," Eddie whispers back, "I'm not sorry, Jason."

That night, Eddie helps him back into bed, and they break almost all the rules. They kiss and kiss, hardly parting. Jason's frantic and soft in turns, babbling when Eddie stops to kiss his neck or jaw, how much he wants this, how he's afraid and sorry and happy and frightened. And Eddie feels much the same way.

Jason lingers, staying far past the time that light begins to stream through Eddie's curtains, hair getting rumpled against the sheets. He looks so different this way, messy and red eyed, nervous and vulnerable.

As the morning comes, his panic slows and he confesses, in halting tones. How long he's felt this way, and how he's not sure what to do, not sure what his future will even look like if he admits it, out loud.

He still can't say the word. But he says it, in the way that he buries his face in Eddie's neck, the way he cries into the rumpled sheets while Eddie rubs his back. He says it, when Eddie tells him that they shouldn't hook up right now, that Jason's not in the right headspace. And Jason just whispers it.

"I don't want to have sex. I want to be with you."

Eddie just smiles, "What about the rules?"

Jason's eyes dart all over Eddie's face, "Fuck the rules."

I loved this so much I put it right on AO3

[aquaburst3]

I'm starting my own take on Pomefiore. That means Neige is coming into play a lot more. While I seen posts saying why they enjoy him and think he's a fleshed out character, I still think he's the complete opposite.

He has almost no personality. His good personality traits are similar to the Golden Aged princesses and princes. Charming, kind, gullible and easily forgiving. There is nothing inherently wrong with this. I enjoy Cinderella. I don't mind Snow White for what she is, especially given the fact it was one of the first animated movies ever and was created at a time when male writers didn't know how to write female characters yet. The problem is that none of Neige's similar traits are examined or developed. He is as static and bland as they come. Hell, Snow White from the 30s movie is a better developed character than him! That REALLY says something...

He has done some pretty shitty things in the arc. He picked his buddies to be on his team, slamming the door on anyone else at RSA with actual talent. Instead of working on his routine, he came up with a half assed on. He relied on the dwarves' cutesiness and childlike appearance to win over the crowd, going against everything the competition stands for. Do I think Neige is a bad person for this? Absolutely not. However, like Kalim, I think he's an inconsiderate, thoughtless and selfish person, who is like a Disney prince who just skipped straight to his happy ending without earning it. Unlike Kalim who learns that how he's acting is hurting others, especially Jamil, and tries to improve himself, Neige is treated as being in the right and never learns anything, despite hurting many other people. That is anger inducing.

He's also rather dumb and gullible. He takes the drink from Vil without even questioning it.

His connection with Vil is all "tell" and no "show." We only get Vil's perspective on the situation. While I love Vil and he's one of my favourites in the game, even I admit he's extremely biased. We never get a chance to learn anything about Neige from his own words. Vil and Neige never directly interact till the climax, despite Neige being the antagonist of that arc.

The same goes for his acting ability. We're told that he's an amazing actor, but are never shown any examples other than two commercials. Let's face it. Acting in a commercial is different than in a movie or tv show.

Honestly, the canon doesn't show us anything that proves that Neige is more talented than Vil in regards to acting and singing. If anything, it seems like the exact opposite. It comes across like Neige is coasting by on only his looks.

I'm 95% sure that Yana pulled that info about Neige right outta her ass after Rook's VA received death threats from the Japanese fandom. For one, all of that info came out AFTER this incident instead of being woven in organically into the previous book. None of it was even remotely hinted at in advanced nor makes any sense when you think about it more than a few seconds. It's so tacked on that I don't even consider it canon. (Seriously, why the hell wasn't Neige taken away by Child Protective Services if he was a minor living with seven other kids, who don't seem all there? What the hell happened to his parents?)

Any opportunity to give them a deeper connection is completely dodged by the narrative. Again, why aren't they stepbrothers? It would make them resemble the original story more and have Neige's backstory make far more sense.

At the end of the day, Neige is just a cardboard cutout for Vil to sneer at and that's it. Ironically, Neige's such an underdeveloped and boring character that Vil is better Snow White analog than him, despite technically being based on the Evil Queen. Both Vil and Snow White are adaptable, capable, stern, value hard work, and want to help out other become their best selves.

Honestly, it's a damn shame. Neige could've been an interesting and fun character, but that was all dodged in favour of lazy and shitty writing. Hopefully my take on his character with his new backstory will improve him a lot, including making Neige Vil's stepbrother.

[mrslittletall]

I wanna know! I know a few AUs, but I'm pretty sure I haven't heard them all!

The post also has quite some likes, so I am going to talk ^^ Nightmare Laurence -> Beast Laurence is getting his sanity and humanity back in the nightmare thanks to Ludwig. He is still trapped in the nightmare and while it is good for major angst, beast Laurence also is a major troll, especially to the Hunters who come to visit the Nightmare for answers. He also eats people, so yeah, he isn't exactly seeming to be trustworthy. He is deeply afraid of meeting Maria so he stays in his Nightmare Cathedral or the Nightmare Yharnam mostly. He is too big to fit into the Research Hall anyway. Modern Laurence -> I am still working on and off on this AU, but that is probably my most pathetic Laurence. In his youth, he started a cult as a joke, but now it got big and went over his head. He is now too afraid of what will happen if the followers find out that he is lying, that he leans fully into it. In reality, he is the math and biology teacher of a shitty middle school, gets bullied by his coworkers, all of his friends left him and he regularly gets arrested for weird crimes he commits to keep his cult and the lie going. Good Hunter Laurence -> Laurence, in a rare bout of clarity, begs Kos to give him a chance to go back and let him make things right. Kos actually has mercy on him... and she sends him back to Yharnam, just not in the time period that Laurence has expected. He is, in fact, the newest Hunter in town. With all his memories intact, Laurence has to solve the plot of the game while dealing with his own guilt over the state of Yharnam. It doesn't help that Gehrman is in the dream, the one he FAILED so much. Schism AU -> Laurence manages to find a cure for the beastly scourge LAST second. Problem is, while it can halt the transformation, it can't reverse it. He is already half transformed when he takes it and therefore known as the half beast. Laurence tries to warn the rest of Yharnam about his mistake and tries to get them to take the cure, but Micolash uses this opportunity to declare himself the new Vicar and slander Laurence' name in a way that he purposefully turned people into beasts and that it was all a big scam. With his name slandered like that and the people believing that the blood they get from the church is now pure and safe, Micolash has countless of people to experiment on in his hands... and Laurence and a few others are trying their hardest to stop him and repenting for their own sins. This AU is basically an excuse for major Laurence angst and whump. Elden Ring AU -> Instead of sending him to the nightmare, Kos has another plan for Laurence. She strips him from all memories so that he can only remember his name and then sends him to the Lands Between as the Tarnished. Laurence wakes up, confused and amnesic. All he can do is try to be the Elden Lord, because that is what his role here is apparently?! It would sound easy enough.. but it is not easy and he cannot fucking die anymore! He hates it here! He wants to go home, but WHERE is home?! Who is HE?! What is happening?! Whatever it is, he will be a nuisance to anyone in his way! Made in Abyss AU -> Basically Laurence in the world of Made in Abyss. He grew up in Orth and lost his parents shortly before his first delve. He then goes through the whistle colours, slowly working himself to black whistle, also helping funding a group of delvers who hunt the beasts of the Abyss to keep it a little safer for other delvers. Eventually, he is the only active one of his group left and finds a relic that can heal people... but also has side effects... he is getting very fascinated with it, using it mainly on himself, until he has to admit to himself that he is losing his humanity, but in a different way than a White Whistle does.

[goldenbeastkeeper]

"Augh. God, that sucks. Why are some people like that? Especially when they get into power, like- Augh." That's now two absolutely horrid rulers doing nothing but hurting their subjects. At least Belos he knew the reasoning behind it, but White Diamond? Either way, it was gross.

At her offer to stop him, Valor blinked, and then laughed. "Are you just going to solve all my problems then?" She was certainly showing interest in solving his two biggest ones, at least.

Titan, he couldn't imagine that. A stable portal that he could use to visit both his demon realm family and his human realm family. Belos gone, so he didn't have to worry about keeping in hiding . . .

Of course, that was only if they were still in Vine and Nova's lifetimes. But even still, getting back to the demon realm in the first place, and seeing Belos stopped, would be incredible.

He laced his fingers together on the table, closed his eyes, and took a breath.

Okay.

"His name is Belos. He's not even from the Boiling Isles. Not even from the demon realm. He's a human witch hunter that's been playing the long game for . . . titan I don't even know how long. I'm pretty sure longer than a human is normally supposed to live, but he's . . . not quite . . . exactly fully human anymore. He's got this curse that periodically turns him into a sort of . . . goopy monstrosity-" Valor grimaced, rubbing at one of his arms as he thought of all his encounters with that thing, "-and he . . . consumes palismen to keep it at bay. Usually the palismen of his own coven members - they're required to give them up to join the coven - but really it's any that he can get his hands on."

Swift cooed at him and butted her face against his neck. He never liked to talk about that particular subject around her, but he was grateful for her being here while he talked about it, and he reached a hand up to gently pet her.

"He's indoctrinated probably half the population - god, no, more than that now. Far, far more than that if he's emperor now. He told me that once he became emperor he'd make it illegal to not have . . . Okay, hold on, let me start this part over."

He took a breath. "He's made up this religious cult that he's been indoctrinating as many people as he can possibly get into. The gist of the belief system is that the titan we live on is a god that grants us magic, that only Belos is able to talk to, and that Belos then directs its orders to the populace. Orders being that everyone has to be given sigils that restrict their magic to that of only a single type, because it 'protects people from themselves' and 'makes the titan happy.'" He rolled his eyes. "Saying that wild magic is dangerous and obliterated his family and will destroy theirs as well or whatever."

"There are exceptions, but usually people don't get branded until after they finish their schooling, and they get to decide what coven they want to join. Belos entices people to his own coven by offering a sigil that doesn't, in fact, restrict their magic, but marks them as his and does everything else a sigil does. He has direct power over anyone in his coven and again, rules by fear."

"The everything else that a sigil does is mark them for death. He has this plan. Get as many people branded with sigils as possible, and then with the power of the next total solar eclipse that comes around after that he'll activate an incredibly powerful spell that will kill everyone with a sigil off. I- I don't know how far along he is in his plan. But he's emperor now, and like I said, he was planning on making it illegal to be a wild witch, so I really don't know how much time everyone has left."

He returned to clasping his hands together, but this time in his lap instead of on the table, and he rubbed his thumbs against each other to try and ease the anxiety he got from even thinking about the plan with the sigils, and the anxiety he got from what he was about to admit. "Obviously most people don't know any of this or he wouldn't be able to get away with it. The only reason I know it is because . . ." He trailed off.

It was fine. The gems fought against a system that they were once a part of, too. They'd understand.

He squeezed his hands together tight. "Because he's the one that made me. And my purpose was to be Belos' personal guard and right hand."

"I don't- I'm not- Obviously I don't do that anymore," he rushed to reassure. "But it's why I know things."

Titan, what else was there to say? "He's . . . extremely powerful. He's human but he gets magic from an artificial staff, like Flicker's, and the palismen he's consumed, and he's known as the most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles. Expect a fight, and a tough one at that."

"And . . ." His ears dipped. "He'll have a Golden Guard, or at the very least one in training. That's the position I was in. Please, don't hurt them any more than it takes to incapacitate them. He'll have already hurt them enough himself."

After a long moment, he tentatively added, "Also just in general I, uh. Ask you to refrain from mentioning the fact that Flicker and I are grimwalkers while in the demon realm as well. We're supposed to be extinct, and last I knew views on grimwalkers weren't exactly . . . good. Stories treat them as something akin to, ah . . . zombies? So, please, keep that under wraps. Just call us witches while we're over there."

❝Oh, White Diamond is perfect,❞ Pearl says mockingly. ❝The very embodiment of what a gem should be. The first and best of us. The most any of us could do is try to be worthy of her brilliance. Dedicate every second of your life to serving her and the other Diamonds, and if you don't want to do that?! There must be something wrong with you!❞ She rolls her eyes, and crosses her arms while leaning back in the chair. ❝Needless to say, I understand. The Diamonds are effectively deified in gem society, White Diamond especially.❞

Honestly, the comparison of Valor's home's rule to White Diamond leaves Pearl instinctively projecting some of her antipathy for White onto him.

But he sounds like he's deserving of that hate. Like he needs to be stopped.

And stopping one organic man restricted to a single country is a much more achievable than stopping White Diamond ever seemed to be.

❝You tell me enough about him and we might be able to stop him from hurting anyone else. As you might guess, I'm not fond of that kind of person. They can't just be allowed to seize and hold onto power just because they're charismatic.❞

Though Pearl does thank her lucky stars that Rose was so charismatic and on their side.

Really, she was more charming than all the other Diamonds. White viewed her as imperfect, but nearly every person who interacted with Pink was charmed. They loved her. If the other three had been willing to bend even a little, she could have easily quelled her own rebellion, and had gems more loyal to the Diamond Authority than ever.

They chose this path.

Pearl would have wanted to fight still, but what's a single pearl to do on her own?

❝I suppose a past with a charismatic egomaniacal authoritarian can inflict similar pains...❞

The idea of seeing a... therapist is terrifying, but if it could help her manage some of these problems before they hurt Steven...

❝Mmhm, I will. ❞

[rrxnjun]

stress is deff a bitch but i feel like me and stress are the same now so🤡🤡

it's the 20th of august🤭 nooo that's a bit sad that u couldn't add urs but ur still a king for adding three birthdays in there🫡

WELL I HOPE THAT WONT HAPPEN AGAIN!!🤣 whaaattt that's such a long time oh my but the fact that u still had it is jaw dropping tbh

i don't understand why middle aged women have to be so rude sometimes☹️ wait i completely forgot that accents exist oh my god now thats even worse🥲 YEYY U SHOULD ARANGE ONE IN OCTOBER AS WELL COME TO THE 5SOS SHOW WITH ME/j (i'm heartbroken i have no one to go with so i probably can't attend) (i hope this doesn't break ur heart more cuz i saw ur posts about them sorry if it does☹️☹️hope i didn't cross a line with this joke☹️)

NOT TELLING ANYONE🫢 i look up to u for that cuz i'm still pretty much unable to do i suck💔 SO TRUE THE BEST DESCRIPTION I HEARD OF THEM JUST SOME GUYS!! i was so sad when yedam and mashiho left and i understand the soft spot he is such a lovely guy🥹 being a treasure stan is fun and a heartbreak but glad u admit now that ur a teume 🥲😌 ofc ofc we are sharing😵‍💫 HE IS SUCH A MENACE AND ITS SO FUNNY tbh he was the reason why i came back to tumblr cuz i wanted to see more content and things about him then i ran into the same problem as u that there are not that many writers in the fandom here tbh (or i just can't find them)💔 (sooo if u end up writing something for jihoon i will be waiting🫣)

IT SHOULDNT BREAK UR HEART IM SORRY IT WAS A CRY IN A POSITIVE WAY!!! i think it just means u portray emotions well (?) cuz every time there is a good sad scene in movies or books i just have to fight the tears back even when i was in a good mood before💔 AND THANK U FOR BEING AN AMAZING WRITER AND JUST BEING LOVELY AND READING MY LONG ASS REPLIES LMAO U ARE JUST TOO NICE OF A PERSON💖💕💝 (liebestraum anon💕)

omg 20th august is such a good bday to have im noting it down!!! 😌😌

IT IS the fic was originally supposed to be a part of collab but the writer deactivated and cancelled it but when i asked if i can keep the idea they were ok with it!! so yeah hopefully one day 💓

LOOK lets go to the concert together 😭😭 im like,, half serious and half joking 😭😭😭 i keep telling my mum about it and like the bus tickets to budapest are only 7€ and then i can find a cheap hotel and shit and i have money saved for the tickets 😭😭😭 like. budapest is objectively the closest stop to me ((even tho im still salty there is no vienna then i would go for sure) and i wanted to visit anyway 😌 but my mum doesnt wanna go w me and my dad doesnt either and i have no friends that would wanna go w me either and i am not allowed to go alone so. theres that 😭😭 i dont think ill get to go tbh im still kinda heartbroken but oh well its not the first time :// if i didnt live in such a shitty ass place this would all be easier 😭

girl i think its a miracle tbh but i got the names down. thanking my hyperfixation tendencies 💓💓💓 when i saw it i was so shocked tbh and now i keep getting sad mashidam edits on my tiktok fp and living through the pain LMAO. GIRL my crush on jihoon is getting out of control like genuinely what the fuck is happening to me- WHY IS TEUMEBLR SO DRY THO WHERE ARE THE FICS ??? i found like 3 fics and the rest are like 2 years old headcanon posts its such a struggle 😭😭 do i really have to do everything myself on this site.... (dont feed my delusions but give it a few months and if i dont fall out of them i can see myself creating a seperate treasure blog.....got a jihoon drabble idea the other day but. i will contain myself. so far he's the new main side character of the mark fic im writing 🥴)

awh you are too sweet 😭😭😭😭 thank u so so much !!!! this means the whole world to me 💓 once again was happy to hear from u, hope youre doing well ily xx

[cloudybarnes]

I hope that you may consider my request for Draco Malfoy, in which the reader is in Gryffindor house and a muggle. He doesn’t want to admit that he has feelings for her and she feels the same about him but he doesn’t know how to really react to these feelings and picks on her a little bit until the one day she felt the need to stick up for him to a teacher that seemed to have it for him and after that, feelings are confessed and they end up together in the end? If not, that’s okay! :)

Hii thank you so much for the request!! Hopefully I did it justice to how you imagined it :)

Pairing: Draco Malfor x gryffindor!reader

Summary: hidden feelings with draco get revealed when (Y/N) stands up for him against one of their professors

Word Count: 1.1k+

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"Oh bloody hell," Ron rolled his eyes, "here comes Malfoy."

You scoffed, looking over to where Ron nodded his head. The two of you were sat in the yard on a picnic blanket studying for your potions exam.

Hermione, who may have been able to help a little better than Ron, was off helping Harry woo Cho with some scheme he's come up with. Truthfully though, Ron is pretty good with potions.

"Well, well," Malfoy taunted, his two goonies right in tow, "what have we here? Weasle-bee and (Y/N) on a little date? How pathetic."

Draco stood directly over top of where you and Ron sat. He stared down at you with a smirk, not really paying much attention to Ron.

"What, jealous no girls want to be around that nasty attitude of yours?" you smirked back.

Draco scoffed with a laugh, "I'm sure you'd have no problem spending a night with my 'nasty attitude', sweet cheeks."

The way he spoke to you both infuriated you and gave you butterflies. It was pathetic. Draco was attractive; there was no doubt about that. Beside that, he was a complete dick. He was rude to you and your friends, always belittled them, and did his best to push your buttons.

It was infuriating.

"(Y/N) would never go for someone like you, Malfoy," Ron piped up, "you're way below her standards."

Ron was great for defending you, but if you were being honest with yourself, Draco wasn't mean to you. He was a jerk to your friends which is something you couldn't tolerate, but all he really did was tease you.

Draco smirked, "Why don't we let (Y/N) tell me herself if I'm 'so below her standards'. Sweetheart?"

That pet name made your stomach flip, but you wouldn't show it.

You rolled your eyes, "Draco, you're an asshole at the best of times; I would never give you a chance. Now, if you'll excuse us, we've got a potions exam to study for."

Draco scoffed and gathered his two goons and left you and Ron be. 

“What a nightmare that Malfoy is,” Ron stated.

You hummed in agreement, looking back down at your potions book. The blonde boy infiltrating your thoughts, much to your dismay.  

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In class the next day, you sat next to Hermione with Ron and Harry at the two-person table behind you. You were sat down taking your potions exam, doing everything in your power to figure out what bloody liquid you put in your pot to make a truth potion. 

Just as you’re on the verge of figuring it out, Draco barges into the classroom, late as usual. Snape’s head lifts up from his desk as Draco parades in and takes his seat.

“Mr. Malfoy,” Snape starts and he stands from his chair, “you’re late.”

“Sorry professor, got lost in the halls.”

Snape scowls, “I don’t want your half-witted excuses, Malfoy. I guess you are as stupid as your classmates presume you to be.”

The class starts to giggle, but Draco bows his head with a scowl on his face. You start to feel a little bit bad for Draco. Though he’s a dickhead to you and your friends, you still know how it sucks to be picked on, especially by a teacher. 

“In fact,” Snape continues as he slowly steps closer to where Draco sits, “you may as well just not even bother taking the exam today. Godric knows you wouldn’t pass even if you had an intelligence spell with you.”

“Professor,” your voice shocks you. You didn’t realize your disdain for the way Malfoy was being talked to would lead to this. 

Snape turns his attention to you, “Ms. (Y/L/N)?”

You cleared your throat and looked at Draco for a quick second before bringing your attention back to Professor Snape. “I think it’s entirely inappropriate the way you belittle Mr. Malfoy by saying how stupid you perceive him to be. Draco may not be the top student, but he is clever, and I think it’s a mistake to underestimate him.”

The class stared at you in disbelief. A Gryffindor standing up for a Slytherin is unheard of, especially if the Slytrherin is Draco Malfoy. 

Snape stares as you for a long second before speaking, “everyone back to the exam. Next person to talk gets 20 points deducted from their house.”

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After class got let out, you walked with Hermione, Ron, and Harry out in the hallways. 

“What has gotten into you!” Harry exclaimed, “Sticking up for Malfoy now?”

“I’m so confused,” Ron mumbled.

“I mean,” Harry continued, “what were you even thinking?”

Before you could even get a word out, Draco’s voice called out your name.

The four of you turned around to see Draco standing behind you. “Can we have a chat, (Y/L/N)?” Draco asked as he turned his back and started walking the opposite direction as you.

You looked to your friends, who shook their heads, but your curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to go anyway.

When you caught up to Draco, he was stood at one of the pillars looking out the window.

“What did you want, Malfoy?”

Draco turned his attention to you, “Why did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Don’t play stupid, (Y/N),” Draco snarled, “you stood up for me in front of Snape, in front of the whole class at that. You called him out for saying I was stupid, then you actually complimented me.”

Draco started to grow a smirk on his face. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you have a little crush on me.”

You couldn’t help the warmth that spread to your cheeks. “I don’t have a crush on you, for Godric’s sake. I just don’t particularly like the way Snape talks to his students. Trust me, it was not because it was you, it was because Snape needs to be knocked off his high horse sometimes.”

 Draco chuckled, “Alright, (Y/N), you keep on telling yourself that.” Draco grabbed his bag off the floor and slung it over his shoulder. He stared into your eyes as his shoulder brushed yours,Draco walking past you and leaving. 

You turned and watched him go, but he stopped a few steps down the line. Draco turned around, smirk on his face. “Maybe next time Snape gives us an assignment, you’ll have me as your study date instead of old Weasle-bee.” 

With that, Draco turned back again, walking away. His last statement sent butterflies straight to your belly. You couldn’t wait to take him up on that offer. 

[broccoliboix5peepeeman]

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26: scalp massages when they have a headache

The moment Shoto got back to his dorm room, he practically collapsed onto his futon, exhausted.

He'd hit his head particularly hard during training - not enough to warrant medical attention, but enough that it was still drumming unpleasantly half an hour later - so he decided he deserved to get under the covers and spend the rest of the afternoon snoozing.

After all, at UA, his old man couldn't say shit about his routine.

However, as soon as he got settled, there was a knock on his door. Groaning, Shoto snuggled further into his pillow, hoping whoever it was would take the hint, but alas, they knocked again.

'Todoroki-kun?' Midoriya's voice called out. 'It's me. You left your bag in the changing rooms. Can I come in or do you want me to leave it outside your door?'

Shoto sighed quietly. On the one hand, he didn't want his best friend to see him and ask questions - knowing how concerned he'd get - but on the other, he could never really say no to Midoriya... plus, he enjoyed his company.

'You can come in.'

His friend was quiet as he entered, if not for the slight shuffling as he shut the door and set the satchel down.

'Is your head okay? You hit it pretty hard earlier?' Turned out Shoto wasn't as stealthy as he previously thought. 'Should you be sleeping, because concussion can be very serious, and-'

Usually, Shoto would listen attentively to Midoriya's muttering, but in his current state, the semantics were lost as he focused on the general sound of that soothing voice.

'It's not concussion, it just hurts a bit... and I'm tired.' He assured when his friend took a breath. 'Thanks for bringing my bag up.'

'No problem!' Shoto opened his eyes just in time to see Midoriya smile softly at him. However, once they made eye contact, his friend grew nervous; he rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to turn his stuttering into something coherent. 'I d-d-dunno if it'll h-help... but if you want... When I used to get headaches, my m-mum would rub my head, and I'd feel a b-bit better...'

He swallowed heavily. 'I c-c-could do that to you? It might make you feel better, or would that be weird? It's weird, isn't it? I'm sorry, I'm just thinking out loud.'

Shoto watched Midoriya carefully, cheeks heating up ever so slightly.

'It's not weird, but what about your hand?' He wasn't against the idea at all - in fact, he could feel his heart beat faster at the prospect - but if it was at the expense of his friend's own health, then he couldn't possibly agree to it. Handcrusher curse, be damned.

'I should be fine.' Midoriya waved nonchalantly. 'But I could use my left hand, if that's what you're worried about?'

Shoto bit his lip, considering, before nodding his head once.

'Okay.'

The weight on the futon shifted slightly as Midoriya sat down beside him, and Shoto allowed his eyes to slip closed as the tips of those calloused fingers pressed against his tense scalp. At first, the touch hurt, but once his body learnt to relax, the feeling quickly became pleasant, and he sighed.

The scratchy sound of Midoriya's fingers against him filled his ears, and when they moved to massage his temple, Shoto couldn't stop a quiet whine from escaping his lips. Before embarrassment would overwhelm him though, Midoriya hummed, non-judgemental.

'Feels good, right?'

'Ah, yeah.' Shoto admitted, keeping his eyes closed, and leaning into it. In truth, it was so much better than good. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had ever touched him like this; he didn't know such a simple action could feel so gratifying. It wasn't soft - like he was something fragile - but solid; intimate. If it were anyone else, Shoto might've squirmed away at the vulnerability, but right now, he was fairly sure that if Midoriya stopped scratching his head, he would cry.

'Thank you for this.' He whispered. The pain from his headache was still present, but distant, overpowered by the pleasurable feeling. Midoriya had been right, as usual.

'Anytime, Todoroki-kun.' Those deft fingers messaged along his hairline, and holy shit, Shoto felt like he was in heaven. 'Whatever you need.'

'Hm.' He snuggled closer, sighing, as he decided to take up the offer. 'Could you also... tell me about something? I like it when you talk. It helps.'

He was too lost in the fuzzy feeling to notice Midoriya falter ever so slightly, but when his friend shuffled to lie down next to him - not taking his hand away from Shoto's head - he revelled in their closeness; he felt truly safe.

'Sure. I can do that.'

Prompts

[donnerpartyofone]

I have received a surprising amount of pushback on this from people I know in real life (not internet trolls). My colleague in London told me that if you park the way I do over there people will think I'm insane--and sent a picture of a whole fleet of these bike racks next right to each other, on the building-side of the sidewalk, oriented diagonally to foot traffic. This guy is often looking for a fight, so I just calmly told him that no, of course you should never park several bikes end to end across a foot path; the method I advocate works fine when the bike rack is parallel to pedestrian traffic, between the sidewalk and the road, and not in anyone's way AS YOU COULD CLEARLY TELL FROM MY TWO PHOTOS YA JERK. But then I heard from an LA friend, who led with the fact that she only rode a bike in her city deep in the past, and only rarely, and never even owned a lock (?!)--but she thinks my method would take too much space away from pedestrians. To which I could only say uh...I don't know, if you insist on walking exactly along the curb everywhere you go, or darting into the street mid-block, that's your problem! (But probably don't do this in LA next to the relentless stream of murdermobiles everywhere...) And THEN I had to hear from a friend in NYC who says this is "a hard argument" because a pedestrian might ALWAYS have a sudden need to access the curb to avoid a construction site or a baby stroller or drunk people or whatever. And like I'm not even going to dignify that with a response, because

1. Nowhere in NYC are there bike racks end-to-end-to-end where, if at 100% occupancy, bikes would totally impede anyone from ever approaching the curb if they needed to, and there would be no recourse to just waiting your turn to pass on a crowded sidewalk, or even stepping around the bikes.

2. He's basically saying that on any ten foot stretch of sidewalk there could ALWAYS be a dire need to tight rope-walk along the curb; that no one could or should ever have to wait their turn or go around an obstacle. In this view bike parking is ALWAYS dangerous and ANY bike rack is the equivalent of a rollerskate in the middle of a staircase, so basically we just shouldn't have bike racks at all. And I'm not hearing an alternative solution from him that is safe and convenient for everyone in all situations at every time of every day. And I know he rides a bike in the city, and he can't possibly think that only half of us should be able to park at any given location.

I have a sneaking suspicion that none of these people had ever given much thought to this in their lives, before I insinuated that they didn't know something/could be doing something wrong, and now suddenly they have a whole poorly thought-out philosophy about it that I need to reckon with. I mean none of these people said "I have direct experience with this, it drives me crazy when I encounter two bikes parked end to end because then [X] always happens, which is bad for [Y] reason and needs to change." Everyone was just, like, using their imagination to defend their own ignorance, I'm pretty sure. The only response that I would have found reasonable--that it could potentially be harder to get out the passenger side of a car parked next to one of these things--has not come up, so I don't even have to deal with it...and in that case I'd probably say, you know, just be mindful of what you're doing, we already have enough safety problems with people blindly swinging their car doors all the way open on the street side, everybody could stand to exercise a little more self-awareness. But basically I think my argument just brought people out of the woodwork, in both the cyclist and pedestrian camps, who didn't want to hear that sometimes you have to be more thoughtful or compromise or wait your turn or share things or admit that you were wrong and learn a new way to do things. And now I'm turning off all the interaction functions on this post because I don't want this to turn into a forum for debate like it did on Facebook, and I'm really just VENTING which is what I am virtually always doing here on Tumblr Dot Com.

THE END...........?

PS I don't expect the average person to learn to do this, but one helpful friend pointed out that when you lock your downtube AND front wheel, it prevents your bike from falling over and getting wedged in a weird position when someone else is trying to lock up to the same rack. A true fact, and based on Actual Experience!

BTW there is actually a right way and a wrong way to use this bike parking furniture:

✅️ Front wheel and downtube considerately contact only ONE side of the thing so other people can still use the rest of it.

❌️ Entire bike rudely contacts entire thing so no one else can park.

I hope this clears things up.

Kindest regards,

Me, who am awesome bike, what am do thing right, not ugly orange bike covered in rust spots what am get front wheel stolen.