#It started just as a what if and now I'm just rambling

[yoiisa]

hello! I just read your pining fics ab windbreaker boys!! can we also have that with sakura, suo, kiryu, sugishita and kaji if that’s okay? but with a crush that is very popular that even small little thing they do get fawned over? like they could be walking and people would say: “theyre so pretty!” “how cute” “I can walk them in any aisle!” cue the boys getting jealous + points if reader knows their crush on them yet rejects their advances every time in a playful way? Like wb boys would confess their feelings for the Hundred time and reader only say: ”awh how sweet!”

eeeee! ofc ofc! these ones might a lil short for each though since i'm doing multiple characters! also this prompt totally reminded me of Aoi and Akane from TBHK iykyk (>ᴗ•) !

➜ sakura haruka is already incredibly romantically dense, so i feel like having a crush on someone who's constantly being showered with flirtations and romantic advances just makes it worse ➜ i can imagine him being like really protective over you though in an overt way ➜ like he will actively tell people off/to leave you alone when their flirtations get to be a bit too much ➜ in my mind, the reason why the two of you haven't started dating is because sakura still has a lot of issues socially that he needs to work towards fixing before he can take on the responsibility of the relationship ➜ but you've promised to wait for him, and that's really all he could ever ask for, so cue a romantic limbo for the ages!

Saturday mornings always meant the market was a little busy, but you didn't mind it one bit. The hustle and bustle made you feel a lot more energized. However, there was one thing that was thing that was draining your spirit, and that was this middle school kid following you around and continuously pestering you for your number. You'd told him off multiple times, and he seemed to take the hint, but nope. You'd turn the corner and he'd be right there, with another cocky grin and a can do attitude that made you want to put your head in a wall. "Please! Just one shot!" the boy says desperately. "Here, where's your phone? I pull my number in-" "I told you no!" you say adamantly, "Now please leave me alone! How many more times do I have to say it?" "Please-" the boy reaches for your arm and his hand wraps around your wrist, but just as it does, a chill runs up that boys spine. Sakura appears, and looks ready to throw the boy into the nearest vendor's stall. His two-toned eyes are all fury and he growls, "She said no. Now beat it." The middle schooler rambles out an apology before turning on his heels and promptly diving back into the crowd, desperate to avoid Sakura's wrath. Sakura turns to you and gives you an unimpressed look. You meet it with a wide smile and say, "Thanks Haru!" Sakura's face burns and he shakes his head as if to try and dissipate the heat. He grabs the same wrist the guy had, but infinitely more gently. His thumb smooths over the skin and he gently leads you throughout the rest of the shopping trip, making sure to keep watch for any more creeps lingering about.

➜ suo hayato's honestly the most mature of the bunch, so i feel like you getting showered with attention wouldn't bother him that much ➜ at least that's what he'd like you to think ➜ honestly, i feel like suo would be a weird shield from all the comments directed at you. he would always hang out near you and try to distract you from the hoard of attention coming your way ➜ god forbid you pay attention to anyone other than him. he wants to be the apple of your eye, and he knows exactly how to do it ➜ if a guy is particularly persistent, suo will promptly take him to the side and as passive aggressively as he can ward that other person off ➜ see, he likes to pretend that he's all mature and stuff, and he definitely is in the show, but at the end of the day, he is a high school boy. he's got that immaturity in him too ➜ even if you lowkey eat it up . . .

"Suo?" you ask as he returns to your side. You'd been standing on a bridge and tossing some bread down to the fish in the water below when he walked up towards you. "What're you doing here? "I was just walking by and saw you, so I wanted to come over and say hi," he says, a soft smile gracing his features. "But you went to the bakery . . .?" you ask, but then Suo raises his hand and gently pats your head. In doing this, he also directs your gaze downwards by gently pushing on your head. Your eyes land on his hand, where he's holding a small bag with the bakery's logo on it. A baguette sticks out of the bag, and you can see the top of what looks like . . . strawberry cake?! "I wanted to feed the fish with you," he explains, " and they were having a sale on cake. Two slices for the price of one!You like strawberries, right? I got chocolate for myself." "Ahh!" You squeal and hug him, your eyes squeezing shut. He sets the cake down and hugs you back, his hands going to your waist "You're the best Suo, thank you so much!" He looks up just in time to see the poor soul wandering out of the bakery and sending him a withering look. He's holding his own bag, because you see, that kid initially wanted to pull what Suo's doing right now. The two of them had been in a race at the bakery, anxious to see who'd get checked out first and make it to you. By some stroke of luck, the other guy's cash register crashed, and Suo was first to leave. He'd made sure to flash the guy a . . . daring smile at the guy as he left, an invitation of sorts. Just try it, Suo said with his eyes. I dare you. But you don't need to know all that. Not while you're enjoying your cake!

➜ kiryu mitsuki has a bit of a playful personality, so i feel like he'd enjoy you teasing him back a little the most out of all the boys ➜ after all, he's canonically known as a ladies man, so you can't let yourself get drawn by some potential fuckboy! ➜ you've known kiryu since you were little, and occasionally would bring him some food for lunch. the first time it was a little scary since you were going into a place that had no girls, but everyone was super nice to you, so you got used to it by your third time going ➜ however kiryu knew a lot of the niceness was just because of how cute you are, and honestly you do too ➜ but it makes you happy seeing kiryu get riled up a little bit from all the attention you're receiving, especially since he's normally even keeled

"Ah! Y/N! Hey!" someone calls from behind you. Anzai and a few of his friends are walking with him. Anzai is waving at you and you slow to a stop in front of the classroom door. "Hi Anzai," you say sweetly, and you wave at his friends as they catch up to you. "Hi guys." "Wow! Is that another bento for Kiryu?" one of them asks, eyeing the small box in your hands. You nod. "It's just some sushi I got from a convenience store. I was super busy yesterday, I'm so sleepy~ I couldn't be bothered to cook anything at all!" "Wow Y/N, you're so hard working!" Anzai marvels, opening the door. You step inside, and all the attention falls on you. "You were so exhausted, but you still look so put together," his friends point out. "You're so cute!" "Thank you!" you say cheerily, running your hands through your hair. It falls perfectly back into place, courtesy of the amount of product you'd put in it to keep it healthy and strong. You shrug and sigh, "I try." "It's really paying off!" Anzai says with a bright smile. "Enough!" Kiryu calls from the other side of the class. Tsuguera and Nirei giggle at him, Sakura rolls his eyes. Suo just smiles at the pink-haired boy's attitude. "Y/N's here for me not you!" "A little possessive there, no?" Suo asks. Kiryu pouts and buries his face in his arms as he puts his head on his desk. "I'm hungryyyyy~" "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," you laugh. You wave Anzai and his friends bye before walking over to Kiryu and his friends. You set the bento down in front of him, and talk with his friends. Your smile grows a little as Kiryu links his pinky with yours.

➜ i think sugishita kyotaro is a little like sakura, but like, silent ➜ whereas sakura's more likely to verbally call the person out, sugishita will just loom ominously near you, and chase away anyone who wants to make a pass at you ➜ he's so doberman coded, it's honestly hilarious ➜ i think the one person he can stand that kinda behavior from though would be umemiya. he worships that man, so he'd just bite his tongue, and let umemiya just say whatever. ➜ he still gets mad though, so if he's a little more touchy later on, well, how can you blame him? ➜ after all, blushing, jealous sugishita is the cutest thing in the world!

You're sitting on the roof with Tsubaki, Umemiya, and Sugishita for a tiny tea party. Tsubaki and you organized it, and just brought your respective . . . people with you. "Hey, Y/N," Umemiya starts after eating a macaron, "did you do something different with your makeup?" "Yeah, I was gonna say something," Tsubaki says, pouring more tea in your cup. "I just tried a different blush," you explain. You touch your cheek, and quietly ask, "Does it look bad?" "No, no, no!" Umemiya hurriedly says, holding his hands up in defense. "It looks cute! It compliments you really well! Matches your eyes and stuff?" Sugishita sits up a little straighter at Umemiya's compliments and you laugh softly at his rigid posture. You look at Umemiya and ask, "Have you been getting into makeup lately, Umemiya?" The white-haired boy shakes his head and says, "Nah, I've just been spending too much time with this one." He rests his hand on Tsubaki's shoulder and smiles. "But seriously, you look gorgeous." "Thank you!" you say taking a sip of your tea. You look over and Sugishita out of the corner of your eye, and you freeze momentarily at the look on his face. His eyes are lidded and his face is flushed slightly. He nods and says, "He's right." It takes everything in Tsubaki and Umemiya not to combust right then and there. They feel like crying, as if they're proud parents. As the tea party continues, you and Sugishita link fingers under the table, and he scoots ever so slightly closer to you. Umemiya gives him a knowing look and smile, and Sugishita does everything he can to avoid his gaze for the rest of the party.

➜ think kaji ren's solution to all of this is to just put his headphones on you instead ➜ because in his mind, if you can't hear it, it never happens! but like . . . that's not true ➜ you refuse to keep his headphones on. first of all the two of you have different music tastes, and second of all, you like making him upset ➜ like everyone around him says, he's a cat! to a certain degree, messing with him is endearing ➜ so you don't actively encourage the flirtations you get, but you will lean into them just a little bit to get under his skin ➜ plus he's hot when he's protective

"Where are my headphones?" is the first thing he says to you when he sees you. "I gave them to Hiragi," you say, blinking at him innocently. "Why?"" A vein pops in his forehead and he snaps, "Why did you take them off." "My ears felt like they were bleeding," you whine. "You set the volume up so high!" "You could've lowered it!" "It's too much work!" "Y/N!" "Ren!" "What is wrong with you?!" "Why do you caaarreee-uh!" you protest cutely. Kaji stares down at you, his cheeks turning red. He stutters something incoherent, his voice raspy with frustration. You can't help but smirk as you stare up at him, knowing that now you've got him exactly where you need him to be. You cup his face in your hands and pull him closer to you. He freezes and his eyes go wide as you brush your cheeks with his thumb. "I'm playing," you giggle. "I know why, but seriously Ren, you don't need to worry. No one else is this fun to annoy." Kaji can't decide where or not her wants to kiss or kill you. His brain short circuits and he settles for something in between. His forehead falls against yours and he grumbles. "You're so stupid," he grumbles, a pout forming on his lips. "I know," you smile.

[meshaamem-li]

ok so i decided on a whim that I'm gonna try to sew @askoverkill 's Director with whatever scrap fabrics I have at home. so I'm gonna think out loud in a tumblr post because i have no idea if I even have enough materials for this.

so I currently have:

white minky

white t-shirt sleeve (stretchy knitted fabric idk what it's called, like regular tshirt fabric)

gray tshirt (stretchy)

black tshirt (stretchy)

black satin (i think??? some sort of plastic-y woven fabric i forgor)

dark red scraps (woven, not stretchy, a pain in the ass to work with)

red embroidery floss (and other colors if needed)

red heat transfer print thingie! literally the only reason I can make any of this because I don't have any scrap fabric in the right shade of red.

i worked on a very confusing 5 minutes sketch of the fabric to think in my head how I can use the fabrics I have to make this plush:

(reference images made by @/askoverkill ofc)

wtf bro why so many colors? it's my super stupid color coding

black: parts made of minky

green: parts made of the assortment of scrap fabrics

blue: embroidered parts

red: parts colored in with the red heat transfer print thingie!

more detailed unhinged ramblings under the cut, also go read this isat AU its amazing 10/10

rn my worst problem is that I don't have black minky, because the entirety of the director's body and half xer face is black. now either I color it with a sharpie (gonna stink the plushie and will probably wash off), or I use the black satin to cover those parts up (gonna look and feel like shit), or I buy more fabric (will take a month to arrive and costs monee ;^;), or I find an actual smart way to color the minky. oh wait actually I have black minky with 3mm pile, but that will make him a furry little fella and might look weird with the 1.5mm pile white minky. ill figure it out.

the red skirt is in the reference sheet but not in the plushie meme drawing so I'm electing to ignore it because I don't think I can just use the heat transfer print thingie to do it like with the hat and sleeve!!! sorry! I can do the bow tho!

I don't have any bells but I can probably find some at a craft store somewhere if I have time to pass through one at some point next weekend idfk. I could make some from polymer clay just to get the illusion but I don't wanna stink the oven... worst case scenario just pretend they're there ig?

i didn't finish my base sitting plushie prototype so this will probably not be done until that's done and I put that one aside to work on a gift for a friend so oopsie this is gonna take longer than I thought, at this rate I can just order the black minky and some random red fabric online and start working on it when they arrive. idfk.

im so making this before the hyperfixation gets overcome by procrastination. i can to it. i will do it. watch me. ill make her tiny if I have to to make it easier to finish in time but I WILL do it.

[reidsprettygirl]

everyone adores you! (atleast i do) — /S.REID/

SUMMARY: five times where you initiate hand holding with spencer and one time where he initiates it.

spencer reid x fem!reader ,, fluff

WARNINGS: n/a

DANI'S NOTE: heh i remembered spencer doesn't like shaking hands or hand holding cause of germs and stuff,, so what if someone was an exception... ohh im so genius guys TRUUUUSSTT,, oh and honourable mention of glasses reid.... heh.. matt maltese song as the title

I.

You and Spencer were on a date. A museum date to be exact. You were trailing behind him, the two of you moved in unhurried silence.

Spencer was reading the plaques, not aloud, and not in a way where he sounds like he's lecturing you, but in a gentle way where he shows interest.

"Look at this one, it's Heracles." He murmured as he stops in front of a statue of Heracles, He rambled and continued doing so.

"Spence," You chuckle as you smiled at him. "You're rambling."

His cheeks tinged pink as he blinked, "Sorry, I just think out loud when I find something interesting."

"No, it's okay. It's cute, actually keep rambling, i'm interested." You giggle, his cheeks couldn't help but blush more, he then continued where he left off, and you can't help but zone out.

Not because it was boring or anything—No. It was never boring. Not with him. But because your eyes have wandered to his hands. One hand was moving around as he explained while the other was just still.

His fingers twitched, like he wanted to hold onto something. Or maybe because he didn't know what to do with the stillness.

So you took his hand, holding it. Quietly, without a word. Your hand slid into his like it belonged there.

Spencer froze. Not in panic, but in surprise. He started blushing as he looked at your joined hands.

"U-uhm, did you know that the skin on the palm is especially sensitive to warmth because of the high concentration of thermoreceptors?" He stuttered as he tried to not focus on the warmth of your hands.

"You're so cute." You laugh at his antics.

He cleared his throat before speaking up, "I usually don't like holding hands." He muttered to you.

"Oh, sorry. Do you wanna..?" You look at him with concern, you had forgotten he was really a fan of holding hands.

"No, it's.. okay. With you it's different." He mumbled the last part to himself, which got you tilting your head in curiosity, but you dismiss it.

"If you say so, just tell me when you wanna stop."

He chuckles lightly in a nervous way before speaking up, "I've never held hands in a museum before."

"Now you have, pretty boy." You flash him a smile.

II.

He came to your apartment, unraveling.

It had been a brutal case for him, and for his team as well. But this one was different.

It was different because it clung to him even after the unsub was caught. He stormed his way to your bedroom, where you were reading your book in bed.

You look up fron the sound of the door clicking open, and stare at Spencer, who looked like a wreck. "Spence?" You call out his name in worry.

"I-I missed it. There was a 2 minute gap, someone cut the part out." He murmured as his words were crashing over eachother.

You set your book on your bed as you walked towards him to guide him to sit on your bed. "I should've seen the gap, I was too caught up on the other deta–"

"Spence." You gently interrupt him, but he couldn't hear you, he couldn't. The noise in his head was way too loud.

You stepped in front of him and took his hand, and your other hand landed on his cheek.

And just like that.

His attention was now towards you.

"Breathe." You said and he did, he did it slowly and shakily. "No one's blaming you for that, Spence. You're just human."

You let go of your hand on his cheek and you sat down right next to him. Though, your hand that was holding his never let go.

"Behind that big IQ and eidetic memory is a human. You're human, Spencer. We all make mistakes." You comfort him with your words and his head landed on your shoulder. You slowly took off his glasses and held onto them with care.

You kept comforting him until he eventually felt better and he sleeps in your bed for the night.

III.

You only meant to drop off sandwiches.

It had become a tradition, once or twice a week, when the team isn't out, you'd drop by the BAU to give sandwiches. Sometimes takeout if you're feeling lazy. Everyone appreciated it, Garcia would always hug you like you saved her life, Morgan would joke about how you would drop sandwiches as an excuse to see Spencer.

And up until that moment, they knew that the joke Morgan made actually was true.

You were placing sandwiches on each of their desks when Spencer appeared.

"Hey, genius." you smiled as you gave him his sandwich

"You remembered to take the crust off." He gives you a small smile.

"I always remember."

You then grabbed ahold of his hand, interlocking your fingers like it was nothing as you two kept talking.

"Oh my God." Garcia whispered loudly.

"Is that Reid?" Morgan raised an eyebrow.

JJ gaped at the scene, "And he's voluntarily holding hands with her." She says with a hint of interest in her tone.

"And he's not even freaking out." Emily chuckled.

Rossi just chuckled as he put his hands in his pockets, he then looked at Hotch's office window, Hotch was looking at you guys too. But he resumed what he was doing, going back to his desk to finish paperwork.

Spencer, who now noticed the room full of stares, asked, "What?"

His voice made you turn around, noticing the stares of his co-workers, it made your cheeks blush.

"You hate hand-holding." Garcia said.

"With most people," He corrected her. "Not her."

"You two dating?" JJ asked as she scans the two of you.

"For eight months and seventeen days." He shrugged.

Emily groaned at his words, "And we never noticed?"

You chuckle, "Aren't you guys the profilers? I thought it was obvious."

"It kinda was! But you weren't all lovey dovey with him— Not until today." Garcia pouted.

"You're all very loud." Spencer mumbled, but his grip on your hands never faltered, not even once.

IV.

The precinct was buzzing, orders being barked by officers, the tension from the current case pulsing through. You decided to visit them during a case, since the case was just local, but was also far from their headquarters.

Spencer was leaning against a desk, with a mug of black coffee in his hands.

You slip right next to him, you offer up his type of coffee and he sighed, not in annoyance but in relief.

He placed the untouched coffee on some random officer's desk before taking yours.

"You remembered." He gives you a small smile.

"I always remember." You smile back at him. "Lets go find somewhere to sit."

He guides you tonthe conference room, you can tell something was up by the way he acted.

"Okay, something's totally wrong. Talk to me." You say as you sat down, offering the seat next to you to him.

"Everything's too much." He sighed as he sat down right next to you.

"The case?" You tilted your head in confusion.

"No, the people, the movement— Wait no, actually it's everything. It's just.. Hard to concentrate and I don't know why." You watched as his thumb twitched on the lid of the cup.

You reach for his hand slowly, giving him room to move if he doesn't want to hold hands.

He doesn't move and he lets you intertwine your fingers with his.

"That's stress, Spence." You chuckle. "You're overwhelmed with the environment probably."

"But that never happened to me before.." He mumbled.

"Maybe not, but stress just sometimes pops out when you least expect it. And it's not that easy you know?" You whisper to him, he then becomes aware of how quiet it is in the conference room.

"It's quiet here." His eyes dropped to your interlocked hands.

"Take a nap, Spence. It'll help and I'll be here when you wake up." You stand up as you guide him to the sofa next to the door, you sit down and make room for him to lay down and lay his head on your lap.

V.

It was nearly 2 A.M when you found him.

You blinked as you tried to stay awake. You were currently in his apartment and was in his CalTech shirt. You hear the repetitive sound of clinking. You followed the sound into the kitchen and thats when you saw him.

The only light was from the refrigerator and it casted a pale glow across Spencer's shoulder.

He was standing in front of it, he was wearing his mismatched socks, staring blankly at the container-filled blueberries.

"Spence?" You call out.

He flinched slightly before turning to you, his eyes tired behind his glasses. His hair messy and his shirt wrinkled.

"Sorry," Hu muttered, "Didn't mean to wake you up."

"You.. okay?" You ask as you turned on the lights and then you actively try to fight sleep while you slowly approach him.

"I just.." He turned back to grab the container filled with blueberries and closed the refrigerator door "Sometimes my brain doesn't stop. Even when I want to."

You gently take the container from him and set it on the counter, then, quietly, you reached for his hand.

He let you take it. No hesitation.

"I feel like im.. Too much sometimes." He mumbled, his voice was barely audible to you but you could make out what he said.

You didn't respond right away. You just tugged him away gently to the kitchen table.

He followed you, and he let you sit him down. You stood between his legs as he rested his forehead on your stomach. You slowly ran your fingers through his hair with one hand as your other one held his hand.

"You're not too much.." You muttered to him with a pout. "You're just.. You. And I love you for that."

His grip slowly tightened around yours. His voice cracks when he said, "I don't deserve you." He looks up at you.

"Too bad," You smile at him, you leaned down to kiss the top of his head. "You're stuck with me, pretty boy."

"Why do you like holding my hands so much?" He asks with a curious tone.

"Because, I like your hands." You murmured.

He looked at you startled but let you continue. "They carry so much during work, but they still hold me gently regardless of how tired or stress you are from work." You smile.

"Sorry, that was cheesy." You giggled.

He doesn't reply, and he doesn't let go of your hand that night.

+1

He came home late.

You were half-asleep with a book on your chest. You hear the sound of the door clicking open. It was Spencer. He dropped his messenger bag by the door, letting it hand by the doorknob. He kicked off his shoes and walked over to you.

"Hi," You murmured as you shifted to sit up.

"Hi." He says with an ever so gentle tone, he was crouching right in front of you.

You noticed the eyebags under his eyes, he looked exhausted. You reached your hand out to cup his face.

Before your hand could touch his cheek, he caught your hand. And he interlocked his fingers with yours.

"I kept thinking of your hand all day." He spoke quietly, "How it feels to hold mine. How it reminds me that I'm not alone.."

You blinked, stunned by his sudden action. "Spence.." You mumbled.

He sighed, "I know I don't say it that much. I forget to tell you the good things. But I think of you constantly. I look for you in everything that I do."

You felt something in your stomach, maybe it was the butterflies. You were too tired to tell.

And then, he brought your hand to his lips, kissed each knuckle slowly and with reverence.

"I'm not really good at love," He whispered. "But I wanna get to know it better with you."

You chuckle as you tuck a stray hair behind his ear. "Where'd you learn to be this lovey?"

He smiled at you, looking at you like he's been yearning for your touch. "Nowhere, I just realized my partner deserves better so I took matters into my own hands."

He climbed onto the couch, sitting beside you, he looks at your lips before staring at you. "May I?" He asks.

Without hesitation, you put your lips against his, pressing a chaste kiss on his lips.

all rights reserved — © sugarydani

[thepencilnerd]

Hello!!! So, I just wanted to gush and say that "seeing double" was absolutely amazing! I love how beautifully you intertwined the smut with Jack and Robby's genuine love and devotion to the reader... it was the perfect blend of romantic and steamy <3333. I'm wondering, do you think you'd ever write more for this trio in the future??? I will say, in an amazing one-shot the bits at the start about the guys being protective made my heart race especially... do you think you'd ever consider delving into more of them being protective of reader (whether that be in standard/domestic "making sure reader is taken care of" way or the more dramatic "reader is put into dangerous scenario and needs defense (i.e., rude patient)" way)? So sorry for the mini-essay, just wanted to bundle all my thoughts into one! Hope you have a wonderful day! <3

ahh thank you so much anon ㅠㅠ this absolutely made my night. I’m so happy you enjoyed seeing double—that balance between tenderness and heat was such a joy to write, and I’m thrilled it landed for you!!

I would absolutely love to dive deeper into the trio. I've actually started sketching out a blurb about what days off might look like for them (domestic bliss, the quiet ways they take care of each other, plus some mutual pining that never really went away even after officially getting together 😌). below is my IP rambling I have in my google doc for inspo hehe

In my mind, Robby’s always the first to move. The one who leaps into action without hesitation, who steps between you and the threat before you even register something’s off. But Jack—Jack watches everything. He memorizes your tells, tracks the shift of your breathing, the tremble in your hand when the adrenaline dips. He only steps in when it really matters, but when he does—it’s devastating.

Especially with Robby constantly pulled into other cases or wrangling the interns, Jack becomes this steady background hum of protection. Not loud, not flashy—just there. Always. He’s the one who notices if you haven’t eaten, if you start shifting the weight between the balls of your feet after hour 11, the way you roll your shoulders back like you’re trying to keep yourself upright out of sheer will. He watches for the subtle signs, the quiet cues—and he never points them out to embarrass you. Just quietly adapts around them.

If there’s a rogue patient, Robby’s the one who throws himself in the way. Jack’s already calculated every worst-case scenario the moment you were assigned the case—ready to act if he has to. Because he knows combat. He knows his temper. He knows exactly what he’s capable of if he lets himself go. Jack’s done the work—therapy, grief, the slow rebuild. He’s learned how to love without losing himself. But he still carries that edge: grief-shaped rage, the kind that only comes out when something he loves is threatened.

Robby, on the other hand, is still a little “I’ll deal with my feelings later (but I still love you, obviously).” Loud in his loyalty. Earnest in his chaos. Soft in a way he doesn’t realize until it’s too late.

Jack strikes me as someone who didn’t mean to fall in love with cooking; he started because his therapist told him he needed something quiet, grounding, and just for himself. Something to do with his hands that didn’t involve saving lives or burying grief. Something that required attention but didn’t ask for emotional labor. It began as a coping mechanism—recipes, repetition, control, precision—but now it’s care. A ritual. An offering.

Robby is the type to buy you takeout, while Jack seems like the one to cook for you. Both more than willing to meet your needs, but varying in degrees of intimacy and awareness.

And now? Getting to share it with you? Letting someone into that sacred, hard-won space? That’s one of the most vulnerable things he’s ever done. He cooks like he listens: carefully, intentionally, and a little too thoroughly. Quiet love with depth.

Robby’s the kind of guy who lives on caffeine, protein bars, and vibes—but will unthinkingly give you his last granola bar, no matter how long his own shift has been. He’s the “don’t worry about me” guy with dark circles under his eyes and a schedule that makes no sense, but still leaves for work early to swing by that one café because he knows you like the muffins on Tuesday mornings when they’re fresh.

Jack’s the one who notices Robby’s neglect—quietly logs every skipped meal, every too-long shift—and drags him back to earth when necessary, lest he be scolded by you both at home. You and Jack form a sort of quiet alliance in this: always nudging him toward sleep, handing him a fruit bar, replacing his expired snack drawer without comment. But Robby? He never lets his own burnout stop him from taking care of you.

It’s a strange, overlapping rhythm of care. Sometimes it feels like you’re the one looking after Robby—reminding him to hydrate, slipping a post-it note into his locker, nudging a fresh pair of scrubs into his hands when he’s soaked through post-trauma. Robby tries his best to return the favor—sometimes clumsy, sometimes a little too loud—but always with his whole heart. Jack takes care of you with quiet precision, anticipating your needs before you voice them, adjusting around your silences like he’s reading sheet music only he can hear. And together—without ever saying it out loud—you and Jack take care of Robby. You anchor him. Balance his chaos. Give him permission to fall apart, if only for a moment, knowing he’ll always put himself back together again.

but what do i know, daydreams are just sober drunk thoughts :)

[jordiemeow]

summary: when anakin gets denied the rank of master, he's overwrought with tension. no better way to deal with it than sneaking out to visit his favourite girl at his favourite brothel on the lower levels of coruscant.

warnings: smut 18+, face-sitting, mild sub!anakin, reader is a prostitute, brief comfort ending in f!receiving oral, anakin is a giver!! cathartic head-giving

notes: in honour of may the fourth! need to remake my taglist for specific fandoms so not tagging anyone here. not my usual audience so if this flops idc but anakin has been on my mind a lot recently (when is he not). anyways happy star wars day :)

"It's... it's a joke, is what it is. And he didn't stick up for me. Not once. What an excuse for a mentor if he's just going to—"

You're not listening at this point. Head tilted, lips slick with red paint, body on display. It's a shame the sheer two-piece is going to waste on a Jedi rambling on about how betrayed he feels by the Order. It's also terribly hard to listen to said 'betrayal' when his robes and tunic have been shrugged off to leave him in just his pants, defined muscles rippling under the dim light of your private room.

Something about feeling too restricted. You'd laughed and said the removal of clothes was pretty typical in this establishment, but your attempts at levity proved futile. Fast forward to now...

"—And don't even get me started on Master Windu." (You weren't going to.) "How can he look me in the eyes and tell me that? Like I don't deserve it for all the work I've done for them. Risked my lives countless times. Saved millions—no, dare I say billions—and this is the thanks I get!"

Billions? You aren't so sure about that. You keep the comment to yourself—maybe he's right. You don't ask him for information; it's always willingly passed on. He could be the most decorated Jedi in the Order after this war and you would be none the wiser.

He paces back and forth restlessly, hands tightened into fits and jaw taut with tension. You'd almost be a little frightened if most of your visits from him didn't start with some sort of temper tantrum. All this just for you to soothe him into bed and make him forget.

"Ridiculous," he spits as you watch on plaintively. It's like spectating a meltdown, you can't help but think. You're surprised he hasn't thrown something yet. Destruction is always a symptom of his annoyance. You wonder briefly if his room back at the Temple is in disarray. "And then Obi-Wan has the audacity to ask me to—"

You cross the room to reach him just in time to stop him from saying something he absolutely should not be telling a prostitute. You know half the Jedi Order's secrets by now from his visits. A hand rests upon his left arm, the one made of human flesh. Gentle, tentative, like you're trying not to scare off a frightened animal. He almost jerks it back, but his eyes soften when you speak.

"Ani," you croon gently. The nickname makes the tension in his shoulders ease. "Just come to bed. You're getting yourself all worked up."

He sighs. He knows you're right. But he's stubborn on a good day, and today is not one of those.

"You don't understand. They're treating me like I'm less than them just because the Chancellor recommended me. Like I haven't done everything to prove I'm more than just a Knight before he got involved."

"You aren't less than them just because they go around calling themselves Masters. A lot of men in here do that, you know. Makes them feel powerful. If it makes you feel better, I could call you that."

He rolls his eyes. Fond. Amused. "That doesn't really count."

"No, I suppose not," you smile. The kind with your eyes that crinkles softly. The kind that always makes him wonder whether you're actually being authentic. Sometimes he forgets you're human under all the sequins and smoke, when you strut around the room like you're one of the suns and everyone else is in orbit.

You seem like you genuinely want to put him at ease right now, even with all your playful little jabs. It makes him sigh, shoulders slumping as his hand finds your waist.

"You're good at this, you know," he murmurs.

"And you're good at being a Jedi hero," you counter, gently urging him back towards the bed. "But enough moping. I'm not wasting this outfit on you if you think your credits are going towards therapy."

He laughs as the back of his legs hit the bed, letting himself fall. He props himself up on his elbows to watch you trail a tantalising finger down your chest, through the valley of your breasts. It's enough to make any man's throat go dry. Especially a Jedi who's only form of action is the rare occasions he can sneak away to see you.

"No? What are they going towards, then?"

"Depends. Whaddya want tonight?" You ask playfully, tugging at the alarmingly thin strap between the two cups barely concealing your tits. His eyes are drawn to them, watching the way the fat spills out of the satin, the red material a stark contrast to your skin.

He swallows thickly.

"Eyes up here, big shot."

His blue eyes flick up to your own, a little sheepish. This is the part where he has you sprawl out beneath him for his perusal. But instead, he says:

"I just want to feel good at something. Make you feel good."

It surprises you a little, your hand faltering where it's been idly exploring your cleavage. You recover quickly enough that he doesn't comment on your blunder. "You always make me feel good."

"That's a practiced answer," he accuses.

"Practiced but true in your case."

"Fine. But I mean it. I could use the ego boost."

"But—"

"Who's the paying customer?" Anakin interjects.

"You aren't making me feel very good by smart-mouthing me, you know."

He ignores your faux-admonishment. "So you'll let me?"

It's not as if you're opposed to it. Not in the slightest. It's just surprising.

"I'd let you do anything. You know I would."

A shadow of a grin crosses his face, before his braced elbows fall and he lays down. Dark hair spread across your pillows, fanning out in messy curls against the satin.

"Ride my face."

He says it so earnestly you almost laugh. Sometimes you forget how young he is. Nothing like the old timers who come in here looking for a quick fuck with no regards for anything but their own dicks.

"Are you sure? We've never done that before."

"You're not the only girl I've been with," he counters. It's almost enough to make your chest twinge with jealousy—you know he's seen other girls here. When you're busy, or before you became his favourite. You're a professional, though. Don't let it show.

"Okay," you relent. You can't help but be spiteful, though. Panties dragging agonisingly down your thighs while he watches through half-lidded eyes as the fabric inches lower, lower, lower...

Eventually they pool around your ankles, and you step out of them. The bra (a generous term for such a skimpy piece of fabric) follows as you move to straddle him.

"Higher," he says, hands finding your thighs and attempting to pull you further up his body. The contrast between cool metal and a warm palm on each leg makes you shudder.

You whack a hand gently. "Patient. Thought you wanted to be good?"

He bites back a groan, his hands stilling. They still rest on the plush flesh of your thighs, but he isn't tugging insistently at your limbs to get you where he wants you. You continue with your torturous pace, moving up his body. The slick of your cunt drags across his bare abs, and a sharp breath escapes him.

The friction is enough to have you sigh softly as you ease upwards. You take your time teasing his nipples until he's tensing underneath you, back arched up off the mattress and fingers curling into your skin.

"I didn't think this would make you so much of a tease," he says breathlessly.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Your eyelashes bat innocently at him. "This is what gets me off. You're being useful."

He gives you an unimpressed look for your faux-naïf, but he keeps his mouth shut. You're so close that he doesn't want to goad you into holding back any longer. And he's rewarded for his patience when you give a little pat to his pecs, and finally move to hover over his face.

He looks like an undercity kid who's seen the surface for the first time. Eager blue eyes, mouth salivating at the sight of your dripping cunt above him. It's hard to find the restraint to not dive in and bury his nose in your folds. Just the smell almost has his eyes rolling back.

"Please," he murmurs. Breathy and whiny, like a young man begging for a drop of salvation, not the famed 'Hero with No Fear' breaking his Code to spend the night in a pleasure house. "C'mon. Just let me. Oh, please, I need it—"

You sink down onto his mouth before he can finish his sentence. He moans into your heat, tongue flicking out to drink up whatever has already spilled from you. There's nothing tentative about it—it's like he's devoting everything into worshipping you with his mouth. Gone are the thoughts of his Master and the rest of the Council denying him. All he can comprehend is your sweet mewls as you sit atop his face.

His chin is soaked with the fluids of your pleasure, nose nudging your clit each time you roll your hips against his face. It's instinctive and you hardly mean to do it, but he grips your hips and guides you to grind against his eager mouth.

"Oh, Ani," you moan softly. "Just like that. Mhm."

It's enough encouragement for him to keep working. Dutifully strokes of his tongue, switching between nuzzling between your slick folds and sucking at your clit. Cheeks hollowed out and applying suction as you brace a hand against the headboard, the other nestled into his soft curls.

Your thighs tremble on each side of his head, toes curling into the sheets every time he flicks eagerly at the bud. Hips rocking upwards against the air in search of friction he physically cannot receive right now, cock hard and leaking in the confines of his pants. His erection is almost painful, but he wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to be good for something.

"You'd do wonders in here, you know,” you manage through a groan. “If you're looking to become a— oh, fuckkkk—different kind of master. Very skilled mouth."

His laugh vibrates against your dripping cunt. "Tempting, if I get to work in such close quarters with you."

"Mhm, maybe. Perhaps we could become a bit of a duo. They pay extra for that, you know. And the tips are great. You should really— oh!"

His teeth graze against that sensitive spot that has your eyes rolling back. "I didn't come here for a new career. Just let me make you feel good, please?"

All you can manage is a hum of agreement with the way he's redoubled his efforts. Tongue flattened against the roll of your hips, obediently letting you use his wet mouth to chase your own pleasure. The feeling of your sopping cunt grinding against his face chases anything but you from his mind.

The pleasure grows almost blinding. "Fuck, close," you gasp out, tugging lightly on his hair.

It earns a pleased moan into your heat. "Please. Wanna feel it," he mumbles, a rumble into you in between licks of his tongue. He doesn't think he's ever tasted anything sweeter.

A few more carefully placed laps and your thighs tense. One of your hands moves to cup your breast as you ride through your orgasm, release spilling over his awaiting mouth. He welcomes it all eagerly, working you through it as his name falls off your tongue again and again.

When you roll off of him, you're both short of breath. Neither of you bother to wipe the smear of your slick off his chin as you sink down next to him. One glance to the chronometer on the wall tells you he's spent most of his time worshipping your pussy rather than chasing his own pleasure. Another glance, this time to him, makes it very clear he isn't bothered by that in the slightest.

Oh, well. You still have a few more minutes for him to smother you in affection unbefitting of two people from your stations in life.

It’s quiet after that. Light, fleeting touches as you catch your breaths.

Aftercare with him is the best part, you think. When all the tension is released and he's all lazy, boyish smiles as he runs his hands absently up and down your bare arm. Soft kisses placed to your shoulders, an apologetic brush of his lips against any splotchy bruises left by the men and women before him. Most patrons are always right out the door, but Anakin...

Well, he likes to check in. Make sure you're okay. Have a bit of banter.

"Was I too much? Was that alright?"

You smile. A silly question, given you were calling most of the shots when you were actually on top of him. You answer anyways.

"No. No, you were perfect," you tell him softly, pushing a sweaty brown curl off of his forehead.

His brow pinches like he doesn't believe you. Not about the too much part. The perfect part. "But I—"

"Ani," you cut him off. The nickname makes him melt back into the sheets. More docile, relaxed. "You are perfect. Those Jedis all have sticks up their asses if they can't see you deserve to sit around their silly little table, or whatever it is they do up in their fancy pants Council Room."

He sighs. A beat of silence.

"... Lightsabers," he corrects.

You blink stupidly. "What?"

"They have lightsabers stuck up their asses."

There's the Anakin you know. You snort softly, bracing your forearm on top of his chest to peer down at him. "I'm pretty sure that'd burn them inside out."

"Maybe they deserve it," he fires back. Something about the way he says it makes you think he's not entirely joking. But you laugh anyways, head shaking softly.

"Maybe they do," you agree, ducking down to plant a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Anyways, you best get going. I have to clean up before the next one comes in."

"Do I have to?" He groans. "Just cancel. Tell them you're sick."

"She's a regular. Unfortunately, you have to go face reality." You sit up, patting his chest. "Go be a big, brave Jedi for me, yeah?"

Anakin rolls his eyes, but he obliges reluctantly, even if he makes a big show of sighing loudly and dragging himself sluggishly out of the soiled sheets in search of his discarded robes.

If tonight has shown you one thing, it's that he probably shouldn't be a Jedi Master after all the rules he's broken in one evening alone. But you don't tell him that. You make your coin out of sleeping with sleazebags from all over the Galaxy in the Coruscant Underworld, after all.

Who are you to judge?

[hunhoonie]

ᦾ FLOWER BOY ! ୨୧

⭑ in which jaeyun buys a bouquet every weekend .ᐟ sjy x fem!reader ʬʬ word count: 0.9k

"a bouquet of peonies, am i right?" you spoke with a cheeky smile, as you caught sight of the already well known face.

it had been months now since sim jaeyun first setted foot in the little flower shop your family runned. you didn't know much about him, besides his usual order of a simple bouquet of yellow peonies.

"you got me there" he lightly chuckled, resting his arms on the counter. his gaze fixated his attention on you the second tyour eyes drifted elsewhere, looking for his order.

"you know, you must have one really lucky girl..." you kept talking under your breath as your hands wrapped the flowers on the decorative paper; delicate, yet efficiently. unbeknownst to you, jake silently admired your movements.

"do you buy flowers for her everyday or just whenever is my shift in the shop?" you looked up at him for a second, teasingly rising an eyebrow.

he quickly snapped back into his senses, trying to not make his infatuation too obvious "sorry, what did you just said? i didn't get much sleep tonight"

"nothing, i was just being silly. anyway, here's your order" you changed the subject, handing the arrangement to him "hope the receiver loves them"

⤿ ☽ ｡ㅈ ⋆

the days passed by, adscribed to your routine. it was already friday afternoon and, surprisingly, you were down behind the counter of the familiar shop.

your usual schedule was working only during the weekends, but your mother was attending one of your little brother's football matches and you just couldn't say no right to his sparkling eyes. so right now you were distracted, inmersed in your phone, when the little bell of the door make the announcement of a new customer coming in.

"welcome!" you said before rising your head, just for your vision to met with jaeyun's "oh, it's you!"

he took a moment to walk towards the counter, bewilded at the sight of you there. sure, that was technically your property, but he was pretty sure he had overheard a phonecall with your friend a couple of weeks ago saying you never work on week days "hi!" he tried to play it cool. keyword: tried, because you didn't fail to notice his rosy cheeks and nervous voice.

in reality, and as jongseong and sunghoon never failed to remind him when he rambled about the flower girl, jaeyun was kind of a loser. however, to your eyes he was a breath-taking, well-mannered, thoughful man that always made you wonder how in the world did the mysterious girl managed to get that cute of a boyfriend.

"picking up your usual?" you asked with a soft smile. jake felt his heart twitching.

"erm... not really. i ordered a different one today" he rubbed his nape, awkwardly.

"oh, so what it is?" you asked curious.

"tulips. white and red ones"

"that's actually a really great choice, i love tulips" you made a little chit-chat while you search for said arrangement "do you know white tulips symbolice-"

"new begginings and fresh starts" jaeyun spoke, cutting your dialogue "and red ones mean true love and passion"

your eyes connected as you both just stood there, the only thing keeping you apart being the less than two feet wide wooden countertop.

"didn't know you were into flower symbology" you cracked a smile, still holding the eye contact.

"to be honest, i'm not. just made my research because it is a gift for... someone special" he explained, his gaze still pierced to you as you proceed with your work, wrapping the flowers.

"your girlfriend really is a lucky girl" you repeat the same words of nearly a week ago. just this time they were louder. not just for him to hear, but also to get them into your own head. he had a girlfriend.

jaeyun blinked, snapping out of his own thoughts "excuse me, my what did you said?"

the entire situation felt like a deja vù. except this time he indeed understood every single word.

"here you have your flowers" you handed the bouquet, avoiding his gaze. jake felt dizzy, not knowing what to do, extending his own arms to grab the flowers. conveniently, he placed his hands just right over yours.

"you take them" he said, a shy grin growing on him as he tried to maintain eye contact.

"... what?" the breathe left your body as his eyes kept pinning on yours. you wanted to ask so much more but just the single word manage to pass through

"you heard me" he continued, his smile only increasing as his ears shaded to pink "they were for you anyway"

"for me?" your mind spinned at dangerous pace as you could feel the heat creepign into your cheeks.

"this is not unwrapping the way i planned but... fuck" he runned a hand through his hair, making you even more dizzy at the sight, if that was even possible.

"i'm aware we don't really know each other that much, but you keep coming back to my mind and i honestly don't know what to do. my friends keep making fun of me for being so delusional and damn- my apartment cannot keep so many flowers! i tried gifting them to my mother, but after a while she started rejecting them too and...

"sim jaeyun" you cut him off, as you surrounded the countertop and meet him on the other side "would you go out with me?" your arms raised, offering him the same bouquet he had gifted just seconds ago.

with a deep breath and a dumb smile, he picked the arrengement up "nothing would make me happier"

@ hunhoonie 2025 ⤿ check out my archive ¡ ⋆

[beef-brisket]

The first man covered his mouth and arched his back. He's never felt something like this before, but he didn't hate it, especially when Lucifer's tongue is as long as it is.

Adam: T-That can't taste good...

The king chuckled and petted Adam's hip, his other hand dug, and massaged his thigh.

Adam: U-Unless you like it- then sure- I'm not sure if I would, though- ahh~!

To stop Adam's rambling, Lucifer pushed his tongue into his prostate, sending a shock of pleasure through him.

Lucifer loved hearing Adam talk- but not when he's eating him out. He wanted to hear the little noises Adam makes- he's longed for them since they first started as a couple. He was desperate for them.

It wasn't until he felt Adam's thighs squeeze around his head, but Lucifer realised he was still rubbing his prostate and that Adam had come, coating his stomach.

Adam: L-Lu! Stop- ahh~! P-please- need you- please~!

The king slowly pulled his tongue out and licked his lips: Sorry, Addie! I was lost in my head for a bit there~.

Adam: T-That's fine- fuck... you almost killed me for a third time.

Lucifer: Oh! We wouldn't want that, now would we?

The first man watched Lucifer with half lidded eyes as he sat between his legs and started to pull his pants off. Adam knew he was big- he's even had a dream or two about how big Lucifer was- but when the king pulled his hard cock out, Adam's eyes widened and his mouth watered.

It must be a solid 13-14 inches.

Adam: H-Holy shit...

Lucifer: Like what you see~?

Adam blushed: J-Just- get up here!

Smirking, Lucifer crawled his way up Adam's body but was quickly pulled into a kiss. Adam moaned when he felt Lucifer's cock head press into his hole. Fuck he wanted him so badly.

King of Depression

@beef-brisket

Lucifer had been helping around the hotel or he tried to at least. There wasn't much he could really do, but he couldn't help with any of the actual redemption planning. That was more Charlie's area of work and he just trusted that she knew what she was doing.

Adam had been staying at the hotel and over the last few months they seemed to have gotten back on friendly terms, which was nice. But he's been going to therapy with Charlie and doing his own thing.

Lucifer made them pancakes....... There's only so many pancakes someone can make before people get sick of them.

He felt that familiar feeling of darkness creeping into him, it felt like he was a bump on a log just getting in people's way. Like he wasn't wanted there and that he was useless.

Maybe he should go back to the manor, Charlie hadn't been asking for help for anything and he didn't want to bother Adam........ He probably didn't want him around much anyway.....

No one did.

Maybe a couple days at home will be fine, he can check up on his work and get some things done.

That was the plan anyway.

-

Adam came knocking on Lucifer's door at the hotel, it's been two weeks since he's since the little guy and he's actually starting to worry a little.

Adam: Open up shortie!

The door opened a little bit and opening it more Adam could see that Lucifer wasn't even there. And by the looks of it he hadn't been there for a while.

Adam: The fuck?

He went back down to the lobby to talk to Charlie, she was organizing her binder.

Adam: Yo girlie, where's your old man?

Charlie blinked: He's not in his room?

Adam: No, he hasn't been here for a while.

Charlie: Hmmm, he might be at home. Would you mind checking up on him?

Adam: Yeah I guess.

Charlie smiled and thanked him, she opened a portal to the front of the manor.

Adam: ..... Why is this place so fucking big?

-

Lucifer groaned and pulled the blanket up to his face, the curtains in his room were drawn but there was a sliver of light making it in. He doesn't remember when he left his bed last.

Maybe he could have a nap, he was just so tired.

[luckyshouse]

thank you so so so so much for making that post abt the scary acceptance of pedophilia and incest as kinks/fetishes/whatever, I've been feeling crazy for thinking this is all so messed up and backwards (and everyone yelling how "it's just fiction so it doesn't matter!" as if propaganda isn't a thing lmao), I'm genuinely experiencing such a huge feeling of relief to see an artist i really enjoy the work of speak about this 🫶 (also thank you for sharing your art here, I'm really glad to have found your art a few months ago during a tag scroll)

i am so very glad that you feeel a lot of relief with me saying that. there needs to be more people saying it because it is creating a space and a dichotomy on this website where you either get to be a catholic antisex puritan or super proparaphilia to the point that you never criticize it. its kept me from exploring my own sexuality so much as a "weird furry" because truthfully i am into a lot of weird stuff that IS taboo but the idea is if you are into that shit, you ALSO have to be ok with proud paraphilias in your community. and this mindset also KEEPS people stuff in their paraphilias. this is why i bring up that pedophilia and incest isn't a taboo kink, because no, it isn't taboo. you go on pornhub and can find teen and family and rape shit literally everywhere. but you know what you cant find on pornhub? hypno. you're not allowed to look that up. not to make this about homestuck but did you know they deleted and scrapped the beekeeper trolls old design and stuff because they were outed for drawing giantess fetish stuff, but then also included a character thats canonically proshipping, made by a proshipper, whos actively into incest on their blog right now? this is exactly what i fucking mean. the whole "incest/pedophilia is taboo" idea only works in the same way that a comedian saying theyve been "silenced/canceled" works. like boy, i sure do hear a lot of you all the fucking time constantly on every website for something thats supposed to be "Silenced" i wonder why! i wonder what those two things have in common? could it perhaps be that its a fascist tool to silence people who push back against their beliefs? hmmmmmm.

it makes me very angry, and very sick. and i hope that more people are willing to speak up about it because i feel like this mindset also purposefully keeps survivors stuck in traumatized states so that there can continue to be the idea of a biological predator because people LOVE to make categories of people they can kill and torture without guilt. the idea that pedophilia starts nowhere and is just some weird misfiring of the brain implies that anything we do or any kink we have is completely independent of the society we live in, which is literally just not reality at all. like you said, somehow they can keep saying that fiction doesn't effect reality, even though propaganda is real and literally works, advertising is real and literally works, misconceptions are caused by fiction to the point they change reality, and then they also can't seem to figure out that OTHER PEOPLE could be using their art to groom literal actual children. its just so irresponsible, selfish and childish in my opinion. and then you could make the arguement that yeah of course its childish theyre so traumatized that they don't have the emotional capacity to understand the reach theyre causing and im like okay. this is the same logic we apply to autistic men sexually assaulting women. "ohh theyre too unwell and have the mind of a child" ok well get their ass in therapy if they're that incapable as an adult and seriously talk to them and tell them the truth. this is WHY its such a common thing for autistic men to become sexual abusers in the first place because everyone and their fucking mother goes "well he has the mind of a baby so he cant control himself" do fucking something about it then.

im rambling about something thats not even really connected, sorry. i just have a lot of very strong opinions of this that i think need to be said.

[lulualuana]

Games over Chatter

I'm like, itching for a saucy idea to write and I just don't have enough in my brain to make one .. except this one

wc: 599

cw: leon is a douchebag ofc, emotional manipulation, crying in the sexy and not sexy way, not much of note idk yall

enjoy?

Leon had to know that eventually everything he did would come back to bite him in the ass. The world loves to throw karma in his face at the worst possible moments. 

Like now, in which he’s sitting face to face with you, his dear girlfriend who won’t stop talking and partially crying after Leon had gotten fed up and told you to just shut up for a little while. What was he supposed to do? He was just trying to catch up on some random sports game on TV and you had the nerve to sit right up against him and start chatting his ear off about your stupid fucking friend group again. It’s not his fault that he snapped, you should’ve read the room. 

You don’t seem to have the same sentiment. No, instead you’re pacing back and forth in front of Leon (and the TV, much to his dismay), rambling on and on about how you’re sorry for interrupting him but that as your boyfriend he needs to be there for you because no one else is. Like hell he does! And unfortunately, he is bold enough to say it to your face too. 

“I’m sorry, princess, but I couldn’t give less of a fuck over whether or not Stacy and Anna invite you out for lunch or not,” he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you freeze in place, looking over at him with wide, glossy eyes. It’s the first time he’s ever spoken to you like that and it stuns you that the man who’s been so good to you (not really) could talk to you like that.

Now for Leon? There’s something so satisfying about seeing a little bit of light die within those sweet eyes of yours. It almost makes him hard, as sick as it is. Maybe that’s why it does. “I’m trying to watch something here, or at least I would be if you weren’t standing in front of the fucking TV and wasting my time. Mind moving?” 

You can’t help it when more tears pool in your eyes at his sharp tone, your mouth opening to protest before closing abruptly, unsure of what to say after having your feelings so aggressively dismissed. It reminds you all too similarly of your parents and your friends, and all you can do is sniffle and move away from the TV as a part of your heart breaks. 

Leon is fairly pleased when you move though, a smiling gracing his face once he can finally so the oh so important game. “Good girl, now how about you go clean up your tears, yeah? It’s not a pretty look. Go on. I’ll come talk to you later.” The whiplash from his tone is enough to render you obedient, leaving him to his game to go cry and eventually clean up your tears in your bedroom. 

Just like Leon promised, after the game was over, he came into the room to console you. Though, you’re not sure how comforting it is given that he lets you cry on his shoulder for a few minutes before he decides the remedy you truly need is his dick buried inside you. You start to wonder if it’s a remedy for your sadness, or if he just wanted to get his rocks off and not deal with your emotions. You don’t dwell on it for too long, not when he makes you come hard enough to start crying from the pleasure.

What’s there to dwell on, really? He’s not that bad of a boyfriend, right? 

~~~

thinking so many thoughts right now, its just that NONE of them are helpful

@klittykissy (i think that's the right @ :D)

[mizzskelter]

I'm not dead! (Somehow)

I swear this fandom is way bigger than last I remember, but it’s different and yet still the same crazy talented bunch in a lot of ways.

Unlike how it’s been so long I forgot how to draw my own damn PC. It’s been what? A year. Over? Yet much like a circle of hell I keep returning to this town, this game in my restless dreams. 

All seriousness though I had to focus on my studies first before some financial difficulties hit. Then my mental health was on the decline—and now I realize I could fill this whole desc with ‘and then’s. A lot of I don’t even know how many months anymore were just rapid fire problems.

Ironically, it took an experience within the fandom I wish happened differently or really never at all made me start drawing DoL content again, I guess to reclaim my PC in a way. Funny how that works.

Welp, I won’t keep anyone reading this rambling much longer when you probably came here for some art, and don’t worry I plan to keep on drawing. It’s one of the only things I really can do right-kinda-maybe.

[witchinatree]

magnus protocol episode 40 ramble

i'm not liking this hiatus lining up with my two consecutive weeks of standardized (ap/ib) testing guys i can't do it without them

WHY IS IT ANOTHER SCARING CHILDREN EPISODE

alice what are you lookin for

who????? OHHHHHH this is the weirdo colin was looking into

wait no this is the security officer gwen sent for her

stay frosty who tf hired you

gwen nothing is alright there's two employees in here

DO NOT HIRE MORE PEOPLE????? GWEN PLEASE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 she's been losing me lately like little miss boss is not it

this guy can't be a real hired professional he's literally roleplaying

he fully sounds like the lance video game character from inside out 2 (i watched it again recently)

WHAT

YEA YOU FRIGHTENED ME

hired professional cannot keep his cool this guy gotta be lying

no lying buzz on "we're not sure?" that's peculiar

i feel we do know the computer ate him

this isn't as bad as jared hopworth but it's gonna take some extra comprehension 😭😭

speaking of hopworth i actually had to study his voice to understand it bruh

ohhhhhhhhhh that is interesting this weird monster targets CHILDREN!!!! leave them alone :(

dane chill out PLEASE

pinnochio!

that is not pinnochio nvm. he did not give splinters.

thank god i don't have a wood doll in here omg i wouldn't be sleeping

fearful emoji

idk i was a very easily scared child and now i'm just scared of shit that kids are scared of and i'm really not liking this entire motif of evil childhood symbols rn

anyway this is the thing right like the heimlich thing from the other statement

but that was a pig carosel HOW DO YOU SPELL THAT I'VE TRIED 9 DIFFERENT WAYS 💔💔💔

alexander j newall i thought you said nothing bad happened to animals or children in this series newall i THOUGHT you said

this is the type of shit to kill jonathan sims

kid is just fully lying i guess

"what could the toy but grow such a man" um you could do like.. a lot of other things...

ok i see so that's how the pig thing showed up

KLAUS HARGREEVES????????

actually klaus was amish not german nvm

okay not sleeping tonight. "when everyone was asleep the hobby horse went for a ride"

oh mygod? oh my god it what it WHAT????? my horror podcast is being really scary i think i'm having a bad time

the parents did NOT need to pay the price bro can you please lock in

what happened to my not hurting children or animals podcast i swear to god there better not be an animal torture episode like this child torture episode 💔💔💔💔💔💔

GOOD. NO CHOSEN CHILDREN.

i think this thing is gonna starve soon

okay dane i thought you were a trained professional STAY FROSTY mf.

um... ummm...... he's dying for sure btw

okay he's a goner no survival instincts on this dumbass

yeah sorry dane um also alice LEAVE i think

alice LEAVE alice you need to RUN and BOLT and start SPRINTING and ohhhhh god

hey. hghggkkkfkjrjdjj colin what did you get her into

:( no chairs :(

none of this please actually let her go

WHY IS THAT THE ENDING WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY

ALICE GO HOME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[wanderingmind867]

@jesncin I commented on this post...gods, i don't even remember when. But i keep seeing posts about this comic when i look up martian manhunter, and the design is actually kinda freaky to me. Here's a long winded explanation of how i'm starting to see it: a creepy flat cyclops creature who doesn't look out of place in a b list 60s sci-fi horror movie or tv show, ala star trek or doctor who.

With all that said, i'm morbidly curious what this book is about. I know you're not wikipedia or google, but i don't want to look it up and spook myself. I feel like asking someone to explain it is easier than looking it up and risking traumatization. So, um...what does venom but green mean? Are martians symbiotes? Ghosts like The Spectre and Jim Corrigan? Wait. Is this a two separate people thing? If so, it's ripping off The Spectre. And making him somehow creepier and worse.

Idk, I'm rambling here. And I know our last discussion on this post had us disagreeing politely over our specific problems with the book, but now I've already written this and everything and..i'll just shut up before I dig a pit of words.

Absolute Martian Manhunter isn't real and I made it all up

haha but for real I think from now on I'll just be ignoring everything to do with Absolute MM. I'm seeing this pattern where I tend to latch onto a nostalgic kind of niche thing and I get so excited when my interest is getting new media so I can finally be a fan of something ongoing and current! But then I get massively disappointed in it but everyone else is a fan of it- and it makes fandom isolating and difficult for me to interact with (like with maws). So I'll be treating Absolute MM as a fanon I disagree with, scroll away and move on. When it's out next year I'll read it and be its harshest critic.

But for now I just don't want this comic to bum me out and take up my brain space. It's silly that the Absolute MM news made me so sad but,,, he's my favorite guy ever, way more than Superman. I can't engage with a piece of media that tosses away all of that to give us re-packaged Venom But Green. I've always been open to out-there elseworld takes, I've been capable of enjoying J'onn in CW Supergirl or J'onn in Orlando and Rossmo's 2019 series, heck I even enjoy plenty of J'onn in his edgy new 52 take. This Absolute take is just a whole other character to me, one that isn't creative enough to take on any of Martian lore in interesting ways.

[radiant-featherball]

Zead: That is why I guided you here. So that you may fully regain your powers.

Isaac wanted Hector to reclaim his power for the satisfaction of beating Hector at full power and didn't want the the easy way out of killing Hector when he was powerless. Isaac also wanted Hector to resurrect the castle for the delicious irony of the traitor who caused Dracula's death also be the reason for Dracula's revival.

But Zead taking credit for guiding Hector makes me wonder: what if Death convinced Isaac to let Hector regain his power in the first place?

It's never made clear if Death and Isaac worked together or if Death and Isaac made their plans independently of each other and Death just used Isaac for his own goals while Isaac might not even be aware of Zead.

Zead repeatable tells Hector where Isaac is and establishes himself as a reliable source of information, then just lies about Isaac being in the Infinite Corridor. It could be Zead and Isaac had planned this beforehand, and Isaac was just hiding while Trevor & Hector resurrected the castle or it could be Isaac is doing his own thing and Zead just keeping tabs on both Isaac and Hector.

The former fits better with Isaac attacking Trevor and presumable never was in Infinite Corridor, but the later do give the possibility of Isaac had planned for more of Hector's route and filled it with more patronizing instructions "Here is how you use your Innocent Devils to reach new places JUST IN CASE you forgot" but Death cut it all out because Death is petty and won't let Isaac have any fun.

Zead: *Sees Isaac's elaborate roadmap for Hector with sassy comments* I'll just skip this and point out where Isaac is.

Also not clear if Isaac was aware of Dracula's vessel needing to to fully succumb to the curse (Death explaining that to Hector leans to they not knowing, or Death, like Isaac, is just an patronizing bastard) and was prepared to be sacrificed to Dracula or if Isaac's plan was:

Let Hector regain his power

Trick Hector and Trevor into resurrect the castle

Kill Hector

Revive Lord Dracula

Be praised by Lord Dracula and told he is the best servant ever & need no one else and he'll ditch that smelly old skeleton

Death thanking Hector for hesitating to kill Isaac implies he couldn't use a corpse even if he succumbed to the curse. Or at least would be worse material. Which also doesn't explain if Isaac knew Death's plan and just assumed he get to kill Hector and use Hector's corpse to revive Dracula.

But back to the original point and assuming for sake of argument Death and Isaac worked together.

PtR version of Isaac brought a sword for Hector and both PtR and MF manga Isaac don't uses any of his Innocent Devils when fighting Hector. That's great evidence Isaac would always have wanted Hector to be at full strength. But that was also when Dracula was still alive, Isaac still had a home and not been years under a curse.

Isaac could have changed his mind how wise it was to be honorable. He could have regretted respecting Hector, convinced himself if he had used Abel or all of his Innocent Devils back then, then he would have made it back to the castle to heroically slay the Belmont and save his Lord and rewarded as he deserves.

Resurrection the castle requires blood of the Belmont and destroying the seal, but even Trevor feared Isaac scratching him was enough to gain entrance to Infinite Corridor and Isaac knew Devil Forgemasters could easily conjure enough magic to break the seal. So nothing about that step of the plan requires Hector other than the satisfaction of tricking Hector.

So it's not impossible Isaac would have wanted to kill the traitor, get blood from the Belmont and destroy the seal himself, and then revive Dracula and take all the credit for himself. None of which would require Hector to regain his power.

But Death wants to use Hector as he is the most suitable for Dracula's revival. And presumably Hector regaining his powers as the Devil Forgemaster is part of that process since it needs Dracula's power as a power source to work. Also because Death is petty and wants to get rid of both Devil Forgemasters.

Death is well known to be a manipulator and Isaac is ruled by his emotions so if Isaac originally didn't plan for Hector to regain his powers, it wouldn't take much prodding on Isaac's former respect for Hector and his desire to prove himself better than Hector.

Isaac could think everything was his and only his own plan, and not realizing Death is tricking him. It fits with Hector's conclusion Isaac was just another victim.

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[marigraphia]

I've had this pose ref saved for a while and the Superman set photos just gave off the same energy 👉🏻👈🏻

The reference is this photo of Katharine Hepburn as Antiope and Colin Keith-Johnston as Theseus in the 1932 play 'The Warrior's Husband' (and I'd love for people to turn into a draw your otp meme pls pls pls this pose is so good)

And also, of course, the Superman (2025) set photos

[space-specs]

"So there I am," Scrapper says, haphazardly waving his drink as he regails the rest of his vode with his tale, "Backed up against the wall, clankers coming at me from every side. They're already raising the blasters at me, but I'm quicker on the draw. I get my blaster loose and bang! bang! Get the first one right in the—"

"That's not the sound your blaster would've made," CT-50-6577 interrupted, wincing when his brain caught up to his mouth.

Scrapper narrows his eyes, clearly frustrated at being disrupted right at the climax of his story. "Right," he drawls, leaning forward, the dim and colorful lighting of 79s casting strange shadows across his face, "And what sound would it have made, exactly? Since it seems to be so important to you."

"Well," he starts, feeling the embarrassment crawling up his cheeks — or maybe he's just had one too many drinks, "It's more of a pe-THEW!" He made a strange noise with his mouth, his best mimicry of the sound of a blaster going off.

Scrapper blinked, sitting back again. "No, that's it," he conceded, "That's pretty much exactly what they sound like."

"How'd you make that noise with your face?" One of the other clones piped up — he was pretty sure their name was Crush? Or was it Crash? He was still trying to learn the names of the troopers he'd been assigned to work with.

CT-50-6577 shrugged by way of explanation. "It's mostly in the end sound. It rings weird, if that makes sense?"

The others around the table give vague nods of agreement, though some confusion is evident as well.

"It's like," he begins, feeling oddly defense, "It's like some noises just have a sort of ring to them, and they sort of vibrate. Like when the General hits something and the lightsaber makes that sort of kryssh-vrrrmm!—" He's rambling now, but he doesn't think he can stop, "—And it, like, hums? So like, the blaster also has an almost hum on the end, which makes the sound like that."

The table is staring at him now. He swallows nervously and forces himself to shut up.

"Are those the only noises you can make? Or do you got more in there?" Someone else at the table pipes up.

"Oh no," Tik, his batchmate, chimes in, "He does some little noises under his breath all the time. Like, uh, do the one for when the door slides shut."

He stares at him for a moment. "You mean the vsshhhk!"

It becomes a game for a bit. Trooper naming a sound and him doing his best to replicate. He must be pretty good because the other troopers seem surprisingly impressed. Even Scrapper, who had been grumpy initially from having his story derailed, gets in on it.

"It's uncanny," Crush comments at some point, a small grin on his face.

Scrapper shoots the rest of his drink, slamming his cup back on the table with a sharp clack! "It's like that otto—ono—uh, ona—"

"Onomatopoeia," CT-50-6577 finishes, and he can feel the moment the word slots into place, name decided. He can almost hear it, the shh-click! it makes in his head.

"Yeah, exactly," Scrapper grins back at him, and he knows the other sees his name fit him just as clearly as Onomatopoeia himself does.

~~~

OC: Ink

Hey clone trooper fans (or anyone, honestly), let's play a game! Someone will come up with a slightly odd or even really stupid clone name (Cheese, Bamboozle, Orthodontist, etc.), and the next person will create a backstory for said name (hopefully a slightly goofy one). Bonus points if they are able to come up with a personality as well. At the end, they will create a new name, and another person will create an OC based on that. Repeat the cycle from there.

I'll go first: Toothbrush