#LITTLE BWABY

[xenomortix]

SKETCHY BABY BEK AND HIS BABY AHOGE!!!!!

(inspired by @allknowingaxolotl 's "queen never cry" shitpost which I loved SLDJDKDHSKDHDJ)

[kachimera]

Ok fuck it i've been procrastinating on this for too long and i wanna let the world know

~☆ i made an art only account, @kachimerartz ☆~

Im gonna be slowly rebloging my already posted art in there. Still not sure if i will upload here or there but my stuff will still show up here on main, and I'm also considering placing my writing (and just any kind of art) in there. Anyways now y'all can see me draw without dealing with 184294924 misc reblogs so enjoy 👍

[bwabys-scenarios]

Hi bwaby ~ I’m new to your page and I love your yandere posts ^^ I’m reading the ones you’ve written for Kurapika. I saw your requests were open.

How do you think hxh yanderes would respond to their captive s/o having a panic/anxiety attacks when their captor tries to get intimate? How would they go about that?

🖤 ur work 🖤🖤🖤 thnx

Yandere!HXH respond to you panicking during intimacy

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: dubcon, panic attack, bad aftercare, forced cuddling, slight manipulation/coercion with Chrollo(it backfires), vomit in Chrollo’s, Feitan is emotionally distant, Kurapika is unstable

A/N: just a little note that none of my yanderes will ever rape the reader. I just include dubious consent because being captive blurs the lines of consent. Can you really consent when you’re captive? I don’t know, so I include it just in case, even though in my eyes reader is always consenting during these acts. I’m not comfortable with writing out rape, so this situation is the farthest I go.

characters included: Kurapika, Leorio, Chrollo, Feitan, Illumi

Yandere NSFW: @lightshowerrr @jungtoast @nenggie @aliceattheart @pannacottababy

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Kurapika

First of all, Kurapika is VERY hesitant to initiate any intimacy after he takes you away. He wants you to get used to your captivity before he starts anything.

Kurapika is also the only yandere on this list that won’t be overly pushy in terms of physical contact most if the time, and honestly he’s okay if you never love him again… even if he really wants you to love him and give him lots of affection. He knows he did something unforgivable by taking you away from your life, and he’s willing to be hated by you if it means you’ll be safe.

Now, when you do eventually initiate some kind of intimacy he is over the moon. He would do anything for you, desperate to please you and make the experience as good as possible. Kurapika wants your love, your physical touch, and he wants it willingly.

So when he initiates, kissing along your neck with his hand gently rubbing your clothed cunt, he stops immediately when you start to panic. “My angel? Are you okay?”

He’s quick to pull away and give you space. His hands shake and he feels guilt and panic rise in his own chest. Did he just ruin all of the progress the two of you had?

But you calm down after a little, and lean against him. “I… I’m sorry, I just… I got really anxious.”

He’s quick to wrap his arms around you, tentatively smoothing out your hair. “Don’t apologize… shh, just relax. We don’t have to do anything.”

Kurapika spends the rest of the night just a bit unstable, terrified that he’ll do something to upset you. He just loves you so much and he doesn’t want to lose your love and affection when he just got it back. The next day he makes sure to pamper you more than usual, and he’s almost a bit clingy… as if he’s scared he’ll lose you.

Leorio

He’s pretty handsy, though most of his touches are just affectionate in nature. When you cuddle, he has his hand in your ass or thigh, kneading at the soft flesh.

Leorio likes to have you in his lap as often as possible, where he can move you as he pleases as cover you in kisses as he holds you as close as possible.

He’s eager to get back to sex after he takes you, though he won’t push… too much. Leorio is just super clingy and you’re already sitting pretty on his lap, the only thing separating you from his is that pretty skirt you’re wearing!

It was a normal day, with you sitting in his lap after he tugged you his way. But this time, instead of the usual soft squish he’d give your thigh or kisses to your cheek or the top of your head, Leorio started moving you back and forth against the bulge firming in his pants.

You instantly froze, feeling his warm breath on your neck. When you began to panic and cry, Leorio paused for a moment. “Princess? Something wrong?”

When you started to struggle, he gently set you down. The air was thick and heavy with tension and awkward energy. He scratched the back of his neck, his boner gone. “You alright?”

You shook your head. “I… I don’t want to, Leorio… I’m scared…”

He felt his heart break a little, but he was quick to reach out and gently ruffle your hair. “Don’t be scared… I won’t… do anything to you that you don’t want…”

But it felt a bit hypocritical, considering he did steal you from your old life against your will. Leorio had standards though, and one of those was not assaulting people.

That night, he was way less clingy than usual, giving you some space and time to process things… but you joined him in bed for snuggles later.

Chrollo

He kept telling you he wanted to make your first time with him special, that he’d buy you flowers and pretty lingerie to wear. He even suggested getting a nicer hotel than usual, which was shocking because the hotels you usually stayed in with him were beyond luxurious.

So when the special night came, he took you out to a fancy dinner, letting you order whatever you wanted. You had become very complacent, accepting the fact you’d never be able to escape him… not even in death.

So you are your food, and you bathed before putting on the set of lingerie he surely paid a high price for, and sat on the bed, waiting for him to get back from a meeting with some phantom troupe members that were in town.

The wait already had you anxious, but the way he kept going on and on about how perfect he made everything and how much effort he put into this night put a lot of pressure on you to do well.

And that was on purpose. He wanted you to know just how much he had done for you… how much he craved and adored you. With him, you would be endlessly pampered and loved… all you had to do was be a good girl and do as he said.

So by the time he got back, you were already anxiously fidgeting with your lacy black lingerie, biting your lip.

Now… he didn’t want to make you anxious, just a little nervous. He thought it would be cute to see you squeak like a timid little mouse as he took you… he didn’t want you to stiffly lie down and tear up when he unbuttoned his shirt.

And he hadn’t expected you to throw up from the stress of it all.

He felt a bit guilty, you were crying and muttering apologies as he called for room service, trying to clean it up yourself. Had he instilled that much fear in you that you shook in terror at the thought of upsetting you? That’s not what Chrollo wanted… despite his sly and manipulative nature, he wanted you to genuinely love him and see him as someone that protected and took care of you.

So once you calmed down a little, he pulled you in and snuggled you, kissing the top of your head. “I..: apologize. We’ll do this at your pace.”

You couldn’t really break away from his grip… and you didn’t want to anger him, so you let him hold you close and gently rock you.

Feitan

Feitan already is absolute garbage with intimacy, so it’s rare he’ll initiate anything. He’s both insecure and emotionally distant, but also longs for your affection and physical touch.

But he also HATES physical touch… so being his darling is a confusing experience where you’re constantly walking on eggshells.

The rare instances when he tries to be intimate with you, you almost leap with joy. He’s the only other human you have physical contact with, and you’ve almost gone crazy without touch and affection.

He’s very insecure and sensitive to rejection, so when he touches you, even if it’s just subpar, you praise him endlessly with soft whimpers and moans. He’s pretty skilled with his fingers considering he was a virgin before he met you.

So when he’s got his hands on your hips and ready to push his cock into your pretty pussy, instead of the usual happy whines you make… you instead whimper and shy away from him.

He’s tortured many people, so he can recognize the signs of a panic attack easily. You don’t know what came over you, but you just started to break down, crying and rocking yourself.

Feitan froze up, not knowing what to do. He’s not used to comforting others, and he already feels the harsh sting of rejection from your reaction. Was he that bad?

But… he’s able to push that away. He puts a blanket over your naked form and gently rubs your back while looking the other way.

“… don’t have to. Just say when don’t want it.”

And that’s all you get. He doesn’t kiss away your tears or clean you up… but it’s a big step forward. For Feitan, comforting another human being is hard, so the fact he’s trying for you proves that you mean something to him.

[lightwing-s]

I've been STARVING for anything with our Tim boy, so, what about a mean girl!reader in middle/high school (or at least the short period he was in school) that she randomly goes to him and "You're my boyfriend now, nerdola" — and then simply the friendship starts.

If you can't do this, it's fine luv <3

Tim sat back in his armchair, his computer resting on his lap as he typed away something his mind wasn’t trying to focus on anymore. In it, just your image behind his screen, eyes roaming over a book and the countless notes scattered on top of the table in front of you.

Nerd, he thought to himself, and smiled at the irony that word carried in your relationship.

It was many years ago, you two just freshly out of your diapers, playing around the garden of your old school. Tim always sat aside, seeing the kids playing together while he was usually left out. Until this boy, Michael, would come religiously to him, call him names, drop his juice on the floor, and fill his lunchbox with sand.

Tim hated him, and wanted to punch him, but at that time he was too small and untrained to even dare to do so. But you, that’s another story.

When you saw Michael slapping his juice from his hand you came running towards him. You kicked poor Michael’s little legs and pushed him to the floor until his mouth was full of sand and he was crying after one of your teachers.

“You're a weak little bwaby.” Tim remembered your words to his bully. “And you,” you turned to him, hands on your waist and the cutest angry face adorned by your chubby cheeks. “You need to defend yourself, Timbo.”

“Tim has a…” another boy tried to say before you too pushed him to the floor.

“Tim needs a girl to fight for him.” another chimed.

“So what?!” you gave them an attitude. “You couldn’t even fight for yourselves too, you little… dogs. C’mon Tim, you’re my boyfriend now, nerd.”

He let out a chuckle as he revisited the memory, catching your attention away from the mountain of papers on your face.

“What?” you asked, narrowing your eyes and looking at him through thick lashes. Tim swore the way the sun shone on your skin made you glow, and he found the mock angry expression you wore made you look even prettier than you normally would.

“Nothing.” he simply stated, admiring the way your tired, yet full of life, eyes bore into his. Gosh, he thought. Oh, how he loved you. “Nerd”

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a/n: by your use of nerdola, would i be wrong to assume your nationality as brazilian? lol

[echantedtoon]

HxH Oneshot

Illumi x Fem reader. It's my literal first ever time trying to write for this guy so he's probably ooc here. Shout-out to @bwabys-scenarios for getting me interested in this guy.

If someone had told him a couple months ago that he would fall in love with the MOST unlikely girl that had ever graced his life...He'd have told you to never speak such nonsense to him again, probably would have scoffed, told them they were insane, and dismissed it from memory bank forever. Him, a driven force, a killer even, with a girl like her?? HA! What nonsense...

Or was it?

Not to him right now it wasn't as she kissed him and held his hands and he found himself not fighting against it. What was wrong with him!?

It felt like a two part problem in his mind. On one hand it was as if he was betraying his loyalty to his duties and everything that it stood for, for falling for such a girl. While on the other hand it was a betrayal of his own emotions for denying his affection for her in the first place. He grew weaker by the day, losing sleep over his inner turmoil. It wasn't long before people started to notice, dark circles appearing under his eyes and his usual scowl deepening as his mood worsened. No one dared to actually ask him what was the matter, but he could feel their concerned stares and worried glances. Even so, he held out, pushing thoughts of her away as he tried to go on with his life. Just ignore her, he told himself. He would feel better once he forgot about her. But no matter what she wouldn't leave his mind or him alone. Oh WHY did he have to be plague his existence. He once tried yelling at her to just GO AWAY!! To leave him alone because she didn't need to be anywhere near him....It ended up with him breaking down in the middle of the hallway crying and all those sleepless nights catching up to him finally. His acts were slipping, he was acting like a baby, and it was ALL her fault. She wouldn't listen and go away like some stalker. After that he had passed out from his yelling fit and woken up in her lap due to exhaustion.....And to her crying and holding his hand. Ironic wasn't it.

And he made a noble effort to ever forget about that incident, but it was all for naught.

He reached his tipping point about a month into his rejection to the monster. He was exhausted, eyes sore and bloodshot, and his work still wavering concerning all their superiors. Lost in his thoughts on the way to lunch, he heard a single word. His name. That made him stop in his tracks. His head snapping up in recognition, eyes widening. No! Not her! Not now! The last thing he wanted was the taller she demon to back him against the wall and talk her pretty little head off. He felt like he was suffocating. He barely slept for days. He couldn't take it- The voices were becoming so much his head was going to explode-

"Illumi? You don't look so good."

That was the last thing he heard before he passed out for a second time that month. She had carried him. CARRIED HIM!! HIM!! All the way back home filled with worry. Don't ask him why she didn't just leave him there. If the assassin was just found passed out against the wall it would've been less humiliating than a girl to carry him all the way to his bed where he remained when he woke up and numbly laid there as she went off chattering again. He didn't know what he was thinking when he suddenly exploded at her letting everything out. Maybe it was his frustration? The stress and strain he was feeling from her relentless presence? Maybe the days of little to no sleep? His mind zoned out as he mindlessly yelled at her but he certainly wasn't expecting it to end up with her kissing him and him being compliant to her affections. Leaning into her warmth and all around easing the stress he was always. Good grief what did he say? At one point she pulled away and he attempted to kiss her again which ended embarrassingly thanks to his lesser height laying down which ended up with himself missing her lips and pecking her jawline which sent her beautiful face into giggles and the soft hands cupping his already crying and red face rubbed away at the stressful tears.

"You shouldn't beat yourself over like a little crush. I would've been happy to know either way.Oh. Please don't cry."

He wasn't sure why he felt so assured or comforted right now, but for now he leaned into those soft hands holding him up with the pretty angelic face of his relief.

[starletdust]

dwada boowthill and bwaby swundy hcz?! >:D (/nf)

cg boothill + little sunday headcanons!!

i microwave them explode

tbh the main reason this took a lil while was cus i couldnt make a good banner thingy … everything red & blue was usa related T_T

𖤓 — sunday rarely calls boothill any sort of name (papa, dada, etc.) unless he’s super tired ; there’s always a small part of him holding back when he regresses

— boothill still refers to himself when talking to sunday, though, no matter the time ; “can you help papa clean up, please?” and the like

𖤓 — boothill calls sunday ragamuffin. not sorry

𖤓 — sunday is super snuggly & clingy, though it’s obviously a little difficult with boothill’s body — he most often nuzzles his cheek against his cg’s, chirping quietly

— although, boothill would totally have heating + cooling functions, so on colder or hotter days it’s easier to cuddle up close to him ( ◜𖥦◝ )

𖤓 — most of sunday’s actual little gear is from boothill, whether or not everything was paid for is its own thing

𖤓 — a lot of the time, boothill has to help sunday get into littlespace ,, maybe he knows it’s been a while since the little’s regressed and he’s been swamped with work lately (OR he’s just come back from a mission if we’re talking about express sunday) so he coaxes him to take a bit of time for himself

— while sunday may be a little stubborn, he gives in very easily. they do not talk about this outside of littlespace

𖤓 — boothill sends him voice memos instead of voice-to-text when he’s away n sunday’s small <3 telling him about his day or old stories from his own childhood

— sunday rarely gets to respond to these, since he most of the time ends up falling asleep to them (っ◞‸◟c) he’s very guilty about it the next day

𖤓 — boothill helps him with self-care !! helping him bathe (the most he can, while trying to avoid any mechanical mishaps) and brushing his hair, assisting with his back wings & getting him all pampered for bed

𖤓 — boothill’s main way of getting sunday to listen is through bribery … especially with sweet treats!! he keeps some on-hand whenever he sees him

𖤓 — sunday helped boothill learn some sign language when he wasn’t regressed, since it’s not rare for him to slip into babyspace; lots of bonding time ( ¤̴̶̷̤́ ‧̫̮ ¤̴̶̷̤̀ )

[“DNI with this post if your blog is: NSFW, transandrophobic, anti-xeno, pro-israel, proship, basic DNI”]

hopefully this is okay !!!! been very busy with school stuff )cough drama) so this is definitely quite rushed ;-;

[scrimblerishi]

Cg furiwna hcz?! :3 owr or bwaby kaito adn dwada gwaku hcz! (/nf)

ofc!! tysm for the request doll !! i picked furina bcs i wasnt sure how to write gackpo, i hope you enjoy ~

caregiver furina headcanons!

⊹ oh, pardon, did you say only caregiver furina? you must be mistaken! despite her being your main caregiver, it would seldom be a little day without the three salon members watching over you as well.

⊹ gentilhomme usher's tentacles are perfect for holding onto in crowded spaces, chevalmarin is always up if you need to hold/hug something, and mademoiselle crabaletta is, well...crabaletta! they all always try their hardest to keep the little one occupied and happy, along with serving as lovely playmates! o(>ω<)o

⊹ as for furina herself, I think she'd be much better with older/more physically self-sufficient kiddos. just because she hasn't adjusted a lot to independence, and is quite bad at doing a lot of household stuff. (｡・//ε//・｡)

⊹ of course, she wouldn't mind if you needed more help! do be warned though, you'll be going out on the town a lot more often! a stuffie got ripped? she'll take it to get stitched! hungry? she's taking you out to eat (unless you want mac'n'cheese for every meal)— just because shes still not confident in doing those herself <3

⊹ furina is definitely the kind of caregiver who freaks out over booboos more than you- especially if there's even a drop of blood. what do you mean the baby got hurt on her watch!?

⊹ tells you about the current productions she's in as an occasional substitute for bedtime stories, of course, cutting out any bits she deems aren't child-friendly enough ( =ω= )

⊹ very physically affectionate! often pinches your cheeks, grabs your hands and twirls with you, or just hugs you from behind and squishes. cuteness aggression is real...

⊹ her main nicknames for you: "little monsieur/mademoseille"; "rascal"; "baby"; nd "darling" !! (≧◡≦)♡

⊹ sometimes she'll just plop of her hat and throw it over your head, cooing at you and telling you you look just like her.

⊹ loves playing dress up! she sometimes gets even more invested in it than her little one! along with that, of course, she loves playing pretend. it's amazing because her actor skills allow her to play any role to full dramaturgy. and if it makes her kiddo happy, she's happy! this skill also makes her amazing at telling bedtime stories.

⊹ if she's ever away and you need to regress, she'd usually call clorinde or navia for help babysitting!

thank you so much for reading, i do hope you enjoyed

[asher-agere]

HAIII !!! ur acc is supa cwute :D can u do cg!Jouno wiff FtM bwabi regressor littl ??(/> ω <)/

-🐾🍼🐈

Awww thank you so much! You’re so sweet hehe (⸝⸝๑ ̫ ๑⸝⸝⸝) And I can totally do that for you ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

Caregiver Jouno + Transmasc Baby

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♡ Jouno would honestly be perfect with someone who’s trans because he can’t judge by appearances. Any time his little one starts getting stressed out, claiming that he looks like a girl, Jouno will just sit him down and talk to him. He’ll explain that it doesn’t matter what he looks like, that he can look as feminine or as masculine as he wants. He knows that they’re a boy. And that’s all that matters! They’re his little boy, and he wouldn’t have it any other way

♡ Since Jouno is blind, he’s very aware of his other senses. Such as his hearing for example! It’s much better than the average persons would be. This makes him perfect to help with voice training! If his little one is trying to get his voice to sound deeper he can notice the subtlest of changes. They can be upset about lack of improvement only for Jouno to give detailed descriptions of how his voice is steadily getting deeper and more masculine!

♡ Jouno is very much so the kind of caregiver to tease his baby! So he’ll just make his teases a bit more masculine! For example instead of saying “sleepy head” he’ll say “sleepy boy”. Things like that! He’d be cautious to tease them about things that could potentially be considered feminine, for example he’ll never make fun of a high pitched or squeaky voice, or any type of interest that could be considered feminine (“Girls” shows, dresses, makeup, etc.)

♡ Jouno is very careful when it comes to binders or binding of any sort! Just from hugs he’s able to check to make sure the little one is giving their body the break or needs. He makes sure they’re binding safely too! He tries to check discreetly to not need to mention it, but if needed he’ll just ask! He absolutely pulls the “I’m not mad just disappointed” if they lie to him. As long as they’re honest though he’ll help them fix everything up! But if they lie to him he gets disappointed, this just encourages them to tell the truth!

♡ He definitely has rules for binding! He’ll help the little one make a schedule to ensure he’s not wearing it too much. He’ll also give him rewards as long as he don’t strain his body! He pretends to be annoyed though hehe “A prize? What do you need a prize for? Oh you’ve been a good boy? Hmm guess I can’t argue with that… Here you go” Jouno hates online shopping since he’s blind, so I think a lot of the prizes he gives would be homemade! Or at least bought from somewhere local making them feel even more special (ˊᵒ̴̶̷̤ ꇴ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ˋ)

♡ Jouno would be very protective! He knows what’s right, and he’d not afraid to speak up about it! If anyone is making his little one feel bad, he’ll go right up to them, say that they’re being rude, give them a chance to apologize of course. But if they don’t he’ll basically just verbally abuse them and call security or something, file a complaint. Or if that type of encounter might overwhelm his baby he’d just walk past them loudly talking! “How’s my boy doing today huh bud? Just the best boy ever aren’t you?” And of course lots of glares, he rarely opens his eyes even. So when he does you know it’s serious because it means he’s actively trying to

♡ I think he’d be pretty good at helping with stuff like hormone shots if it’s needed! He’ll poke around the little ones arm, teasing him of course! “What are you so afraid of huh? Do you not like me poking you? Am I to strong for you?” Then as they start relaxing he’ll give a brief warning before doing the injection, he has cool bandaids prepared! He’ll shake out a variety and hold them out letting the little one pick which one he wants to use! He keeps the little one having fun and not thinking yucky thoughts!

♡ He’ll absolutely give his cape to the baby! Just wrap them up all tight! I don’t think he wears hoodies much, so his cape is the next best option! It hides the little one’s body, plus being swaddled helps with just general anxiety stuff too! Especially if they’re in public and the baby suddenly regresses, he’ll give him his cape to hide them from view! If he doesn’t want to be seen he’ll also give them his hat! It hides their face better, especially if he started crying or something and doesn’t want to be seen

♡ Jouno would love doing pretend fights and stories with his baby! Jouno usually plays the bad guy role, and his little one gets to be the strong knight! Whether they’re using fake weapons or just pretending they’re holding something, Jouno will activate his ability when they do the killing blow! On impact he’ll burst into millions of particles! Then when he reforms he’ll be playing a different role! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ Like a king coming to reward the mighty knight for his brave duties!

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This took me. Way too long- Why is it so hard to find Jouno content ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡) (It’s not that hard I just can’t focus enough to read large boxes of text) ANYWAY. CHRISTMAS GUYS. I might give Christmas requests priority since that’s a seasonal thing but uh. Idk yet-

[queen-esther]

Hi i’m sorry if this is weird but can you talk more about what’s making you leave teaching? I’m in the process of getting my masters rn and i’ve really loved my placement so far but admittedly i’m a little bit uh. scared. lol.

Oh, so many reasons!

Student behaviors are out of control with increasingly less support from parents, administration, and society in general. There’s always some little excuse for why the kid decided to threaten to throw a desk at multiple classmates or wrote “FUCK ME UP THE ASS” on classroom furniture, whether it’s magically the abusive commie teacher’s fault, the poor wittle bwaby uwu is just going through a hard time and needs a bag of Takis, another kid made them upset, etc. Gentle parenting and the over-reliance on giving kids the benefit of the doubt for genuinely atrocious behavior is going to result in a very fucked up generation of adults in the next ten or so years, so be ready for that.

There’s also too much extra paperwork that doesn’t contribute to effectively getting the job done in the classroom in any way. There’s always some stupid PD to go to, some random document that needs to be filled out and uploaded, some email or phone call that just HAS to be responded to by 12:30 PM no matter how much it interrupts actually, you know, teaching your class.

I’m also very pissed off about how my maternity leave was handled, among other things. I understood my leave would be unpaid, which sucks and is honestly unacceptable, but we managed with short term disability giving me 65% of my normal paycheck while I was out. While I was on leave, I also had to deliver checks to the office to pay for my insurance premiums at the threat of having those benefits taken away. What they DIDN’T make clear to me, however, was the fact that my pay rate would be “adjusted” when I came back, so I was also getting hundreds of dollars slashed from each paycheck even when I got back to work, up until the end of this past August. In short, the school district found some legal way to double dip on withholding pay from me for having the audacity to have a baby. It’s 2024, and yet we still have a female-dominated field where this sort of thing is considered expected and okay.

There are also just little things that take away passion from teaching and add up over time. I hate having literally everything I teach revolve around making the kids pass a stupid standardized test at the end of the year. I hate having admin come in and, instead of finding ways to help me and my coworkers grow, picking out “gotchas” to make us feel like we suck at our jobs. I can’t stand being limited by following to the letter exactly the lesson plans the district hands out to us. It’s impossible to handle 16 different IEP’s for individual students. There’s an unspoken expectation that we devote hours of our personal time outside of work to focusing on work-related things.

I haven’t had a huge outbreak in trichotillomania since high school, but my traditional bald patch has started to come back in the last couple of years, I suspect from all the stress and anxiety. When I look at what I want for myself in the next ten, twenty, thirty years, this job ain’t it, especially since I would need to take out another student loan to get a master’s degree if I want to advance anywhere outside of the classroom. I’m not willing to put myself through that anymore. 🤷🏼‍♀️

[phightinghottakes]

okay an actual hot take this time but, I wish more people would stop treating characters like they’re some innocent little baby who did nothing or something.

Like for example, Subspace. So much of the phandom treats him as if he has never idk RIPPED OUT SOMEONE’S EYE BEFORE?

“He’s just a wittle bwaby!! he would nwever kill someone!!”

actual subspace:

“I eat babies for breakfast 🔥🔥🔥”

oh also medkit being the most sexualized character (or one of) is so sad and I’m pretty sure it’s because he’s one of the characters with the most trauma because for some reason fandoms like to sexualize characters with the most trauma??? he also gets shipped with like everything possible.

I wouldn’t be surprised if I saw, Medkit x Genetics or Medkit x The Settings App bro

I mean do whatever you want but like 😟

— 🎩 anon

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[bugmomwrites]

Strangeness and Charm

(A Leorio x Fem!Autistic!Reader College AU)

Leorio is thrilled to be returning to college in the fall after a trip with his friends to York New, and pleasantly surprised to meet a new pretty face in his classes. Unfortunately for him, you also exist.

Or, it's a wonderful day on the campus, and you are a horrible student.

A/N: This is how I'm coping with chemistry class guys. A neat little story by an autistic girlie for the autistic girlies. It's pretty bare bones and it started as a joke with @bwabys-scenarios. Worth noting I was zooted out of my mind when I began composing the earliest draft, so if you were hoping for the next Odyessy, look elsewhere because I'm writing solely for my own enjoyment and nothing is sacred. If you want to be added to the tag list please let me know, it will give me an extra dopamine molecule to survive the day.

That said, enjoy the ride.

Chapter I: Water & Oil

‘401, 402, 403- Here it is. Why am I just finding out this morning they moved the class to the fourth floor?’

Leorio sighed, glancing at his schedule one last time to confirm that he was, in fact, in the correct place before carefully pushing the door open and marching into his Advanced Chemistry class. It was bad enough showing up about ten minutes late after having missed syllabus week due to a trip, but now it was going to be even more difficult to find a seat. He groaned internally at this, realizing that with the new fall semester the place would be fuller than usual, especially with fresh high school graduates.

‘Of course the place is crawling with freshmen’, he thought to himself. Giving a polite wave to the professor who nodded stiffly before returning to introductions, he turned his attention back to the lecture hall seating, his eyes desperately roving over the sea of people on the risers. There were a few empty ones in front, but when he went to set his books down he was met with a few stinkeyes and a passive aggressive “pack it up Buddy the elf!” Putting his hands up in surrender, Leorio picked up his briefcase again and resumed his search. 

Trying to make one’s way up a flight of bleachers at a game is hard enough, but add in being well over six feet tall, noisy, horrendously awkward, and the last one to show up, of course hundreds of eyes would be burning into you. Leorio wasn’t a stranger to attracting attention when he went out, but damn it can’t a guy just exist in peace?!

Not wanting to be any more disruptive than he already had been, Leorio made his way up, gingerly stepping over limbs and muttering apologies as he found two seats close to the back, opting for the one with more legroom. Finally able to sit after nearly missing his bus, arriving at the wrong building, and sprinting over here only to cause a scene, he felt his blood pressure drop back to normal. Sure, he could feel sweat on his back, but his suit jacket was dark enough to hide what could have been an embarrassing patch.

He must not have been as composed as he tried to convince himself he was, because he was still in a daze when one of the many freshman dug into her bag and held up a metal water bottle as big as his head. He had always heard that eye contact was good when meeting a new person, but was it possible for a person to maintain too much of it? Baggy eyes with thick lashes and circles to match stared into him, as if studying him under a microscope, and he felt himself shrinking into himself despite towering over her. Another moment of loaded silence fell over them before she shook the bottle, the subdued clattering of ice inside bringing him back to earth. He hesitantly thanks her, carefully lifting the heavy object with both hands before unscrewing the top to take a grateful swig.

‘Maybe they’re not all bad. Sure, they’re a little arrogant, but they haven’t been adults for very long either. Besides, I’m only 19, it’s not like I’m much b-’

His eyes shot wide open when he finally registered the familiar burn of a stiff drink on his tongue. And not just some flimsy cocktail either- this was some prohibition-level strength in that bottle! 

Trying frantically to spit it back into the strawless mouth of the lid, he coughed up as much as he possibly could. The girl looked up from the chicken scratch on her binder when he set the bottle back down on the table between them with a dull thud. She had the audacity to raise an eyebrow at him, seemingly indifferent to his plight before shrugging and chugging an alarming amount of booze and backwash at 9am.

Leorio looked on, horrified and making a mental note to avoid her like the plague this coming semester. He had already made enough of a scene today, so he sat uncomfortably in her proximity as the professor droned on about the syllabus, covering the last page of information that was missed on Friday due to time constraints. Nothing seemed to change from last year except for the location, and a few other topics that he had already grown familiar with in the standard level class last semester. As the talking faded into white noise he found himself thinking of how to give this girl a piece of his mind as soon as the bell rung.

“And I hope you’re all comfortable where you are now, because the people at your table will be your lab partner for this week’s assignment! Now that everyone knows what’s to be expected in this class, let’s take some time now to get to know our seatmates better.”

His head swivled around like a deer in the headlights, eyes darting to the professor, to Moonshine Girl, to just behind Moonshine Girl where another woman sat eating some fruit from a tupperware bowl. She appeared to be a little bit older, taller, and much more composed than her slovenly counterpart. Manicured nails pushed a lock of platinum blonde hair out of her face as she gave Leorio a blinding smile, and everything about her screamed perfection. To her left, in between the two of them, Moonshine Girl was currently squeezing a ziploc baggie of soggy fruity pebbles out of a snipped corner and into her gaping maw.

“Sooo my name is Emily, I’m looking forward to working with y”-

“What the hell did you just give me?! I know it wasn’t water in that bottle! You have a lot of explaining to do missy. I don’t know what possessed you to think bringing that was o”-

“Hey, HEY dude calm down. It was an honest mistake.” Moonshine Girl sat up in her chair after leaning back on the legs a little. She shamefully took the bottle out, unscrewing the entire lid and showing them the contents. It was moonshine, all right- and there were little plastic stars filled with water. Reusable ice cubes.

“It was a Labor Day weekend project, I have a few of these giant bottles. I probably should have labeled them better instead of just throwing everything on my countertop.” Well, if Leorio was angry before, he was furious now. He opened his mouth, about to go on a tirade when Emily quietly asked to hold it. Moonshine Girl obliged, passing the container over. Hoping Emily would take it and dump it on the way out of class, Leorio leaned back into his seat when Emily took a sip herself, setting it down with a thumbs up.

“Oh yeah, no that’s definitely not water. It’s not too bad though, maybe you can show me how to make it at some point?”

Leorio watches the exchange, flabbergasted. Moonshine Girl nods excitedly, twisting the lid back on and tucking it back in her bag. “That sounds fun! Oh, right, my name is (name).”

Leorio files the information in his brain away for later, deciding to play nice until the end of class when he could quietly report the incident.

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“Alright, if we’re going to be seeing a lot more of each other this semester, maybe we should exchange contact info?”, (name) suggested, opening up the contacts app on her phone. Emily's face lit up, popping her phone number in, and then asked (name) to follow up with a quick text to make sure it worked. Sure enough, her phone pinged and Emily sent a little message back.

‘Hey! It’s Emily from chem <3’

Satisfied with the result, Emily goes to put her phone away when Leorio stops her. “Hey wait a minute why can’t I get a pretty girl’s number?!” 

Emily’s smile fades a little, cringing at the blatant flirting attempt before reluctantly punching in her digits. “Don’t forget (name)”, she reminds him, and he sighs. A few taps later, he hits the create contact button and slides the phone across the table when (name) pipes up.

“Wait hang on, I need to test it.” Fuck.

(Name) composes a little message, and almost immediately is greeted with an automated text message reading ‘Thank you for signing up for dinosaur facts! To hear our fact of the day, send YES. To unsubscribe, send STOP.’

Emily looks up at the man, disappointed. It was a good thing (name) made a habit of testing numbers before labeling the contacts, or she might not have caught it. “Come on man, really?” (Name) grimaced a little awkwardly, trying to lighten things up.

“Hey, it’s not so bad, I happen to like dinosaurs thank you very much.”

“That’s not the point- oh my god. Leorio, give her your real number. (name), I have it if he gives you another fake.” And with that, Emily pulls the contact screen up, the numbers mocking Leorio. He can’t lie his way out of it either- not with the blurry peace sign selfie he set as his photo ID. He grumbles, popping it in and sending a text from there before pulling out his own phone with a new message notification on the home screen.

“There you go. Happy? And quit daydrinking, college is no place for people who aren’t serious about their education.”

He walks out, (name) fuming a little as he picks up his jacket off the chair- the heat from running must have gotten too unbearable- and swinging it over his shoulder with one hand, briefcase in the other. The sweat stain that he thought disappeared was very much still there as he padded towards the door unceremoniously. Emily snapped a quick pic, and texted it to (name).

“There's a fitting contact photo”, (name) glanced at the screen hearing Emily’s words, and chuckled. The massive dark patch on his white shirt was blurry, but still visible to the naked eye. Typing into the first name section of her contacts and adding the photo, she flipped the screen around to show Emily her handiwork.

‘PANGEA’

“Ha! Yeah it does kind of look like the supercontinent.” Emily chuckled to herself, smiling as the two of them left the class. “And he looks to be as old as it too.” While (name) was thrilled to have finally made a friend in college, she prayed to every deity that there was more to this Leorio guy beneath the surface, otherwise, it would be a very long year.

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Taglist:

@bwabys-scenarios

[doomalade]

I just can’t stop thinking about how damn bad the writing of Stella is.

Starting from the pilot and S1E1, Stolas’ affair is played off as a joke.

But then S1E2 has the aftermath of that and Stella is rightfully pissed off and you can see how hard it affected Octavia and that Stolas truly isn’t in the right. His actions were selfish and destructive of what little stability that the household had. We even see that Octavia grew up loved by both Stolas and Stella and that they really did try to make things work out even if it was a struggle or just little things.

It might have been a loveless and struggling marriage but it was something and now Stolas had thrown it all away and it’s all messy and complex and no one is winning and nothing good is coming out of this.

Then Harvest Moon Festival came out. This was the point that things started to take a turn for the worst.

At first I thought the idea of Stella hiring an assassin to kill Stolas as revenge for his affair was actually pretty in line. Like it made logical sense that something like that would happen with a royal of Hell when facing a scandal that could ruin reputations and enter lives, especially affecting Octavia who Stolas has seemingly been not caring or paying attention to during this whole thing in the way that he needs to be.

But then Season 1 progressed and Season 2 came along.

All of that interesting character drama and messiness was thrown out for Stella being a selfish evil empty headed ex who needs her brother to think for her while Stolas is so UwU innocwent bwaby who did no wrong.

And it’s just all once more building onto Viv’s inability to recognize the misogyny in her writing.

Millie isn’t a character outside of Moxxie.

Moxxie and Blitzø’s moms die off camera for a quick sad scene before the swearing and sex jokes resume.

Stella is reduced to a brainless evil ex who doesn’t care about anything other than killing Stolas and her brother has to tell her that she’s dumb and stupid and that she needs to care about the money cause Octavia doesn’t exist?

It’s just all so bad

[cyfire]

Para Intro #1!!

Name: Max

Age: shifts from 17 to 21

Max is my comfort para, my bestie, that one soul I know will never leave. I love him so much. He's kinda mischievous and playful but he's got a good heart. He's also rlly nice to little kids! His personality's a bit like a mix of Xander and Jameson from Inheritance Games.

He's got wings, he can manipulate air, make things float, fly, or even suck the air out of a person's body and make them choke on the spot. He likes joking that he 'broke the wind' whenever he stops a flying object by stopping the wind.

He has tons of friends, but he only truly trusts 4 of them (other paras + parame that I'll prob introduce eventually). He has a problem trusting people since he got his heart broken by the guy he liked... he kinda fell in love with a hunter a year ago (hunters hunt magical beings so it was forbidden love) but they were on opposite sides of a war. One day the hunter had infiltrated max's team's base, but got caught by max. Long story short, the hunter pretended he had come here to find max and tell him he liked him (obv manipulated him) and poor max immediately believed him and betrayed his own team to help the hunter hide. Eventually he found out the truth, but it was too late... the hunters had already killed his best friend...

Now he hates hunters, he makes a living hunting the hunters.

Also I love him. Did I mention I love him? Yes I think I did. He's my pwrecious lwittle bwaby. Always will be.

So yeah that's it for now I might make another one of these eventually

[aureatchi]

revie bwabie ! t’s kayla (again) hope u don mind mi entering u’re mailbox to pay u a visit bcos we’re plannin’ a lil getaway 2 a costal beach area for a mini vacation — so i wz jst wondering if u n dazai vacation often ? if uu two go on road trips who’s da driver ? (i make isagi drive bcos m a passenger angel n i can’t stand driving so long ପ꒰  ྀི◞ ◟ ꒱ ) or do uu two switch ? yoichi turns into a whole home depot dad when we travel by plane t’s a littl funny 2 see him anxious , dunno is dazai like dat too? oh oh n i must kno wat snacks u two must must hav when traveling ! f’me t’s spicy shrimp crackers n pocky, strawberri ofc! (maybe boba if we can get it early !) n matcha lattes ! yoichi luuvs matcha n he alwys makes mi make it for him before he leaves for practice @^@ anotha snack we must have is deffies sticky rice , dunno if t’s da Laotion in mi but i must, must hav sticky rice ! pwz ramble , i must kno evrything !

KAYLAA ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ omg no worries, a beach getaway w/ you & isagi ?? THT SOUNDS SOO FUN i hope u guys r able to relax & enjoy 🙂‍↕️

omg why did you read my mind bcz i litt have a wip w/ dazai in a similar situation rn !! hehe anyways, we def vacation any chance we get bcz he’s always so busy w/ work & missions. it’s great for both of us bcz we get to spend time away from life & he can take his mind off things for a lil. :< dazai’s def the passenger princess here smh (he’s sassy !!) also it’s kinda…scary when he drives…but if it’s a longer trip, we end up switching anyway (bcz i can’t drive for so long either). & LOOL home depot dad omg :’) dazai isn’t nervous but he is dramatic…so he’s acc trying to make ME paranoid abt flights >:( there would b a lil turbulence & he would grab onto my arm & b like “…oh no, WE’RE GONNA CRASH !!” 😭 i’d get embarrassed bcz sometimes he’d even b so loud abt it, everyone around us would turn their heads..

OMGG we litt have the same taste in food, i litt love all those snacks too, dazai & i are def munching on pocky 🤭 matcha lattes are def a staple for me as well, but he prefers coffee more !! honestly we js get wtv we feel like atm, but all the spicy stuff goes to me bcz he can’t handle it at all HAHA <3

[starletdust]

Hwehe.. sory for zo many rquztz :3 bwut can doll request cwg Mr rweca and bwaby sundawy trying to prwetend he not rwgresed ficlet?! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) (/nf, take chu timwez adn twke breakz as well as hydratwe!)

(ownly if chu dwo ficlets ;0!)

cg mr reca + little sunday ficlet !!

ill probs crosspost this on literyely ao3

these ARE my breaks lolz …. i luv makin these pls request all u want (thank ufor reminding me to drink water ╥﹏╥)

i odnt know the word limit or something for a ficlet skrry in advance als o i thought of most of this during my chemsitry class KM RAMBLNG OKAY FICLET TIME

𝜗𝜚 — Sunday didn’t really know where he was going. The others had sent him back to the university after March and the Trailblazer started gushing about how much they wished to try some of the desserts a student had made again, and so Sunday had volunteered to go and get them — he was useful too! And he wanted the Express to start trusting him more.

He’d made it to the campus, but… he couldn’t find the stand they were talking about. Many of them had been emptied after the whole Slumbernana ordeal, having been soley based around the now infamous monkeys. He wandered aimlessly, fiddling with his gloves as he looked around. It was overwhelming, all the bright colors and the loud chatter that seemed to enshroud him. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone here at all — he never truly realized how loud Penacony was, since he was mostly inside The Family’s mansion working.

“Well, if it isn’t the Sunday of The Family,” a voice rang behind him, followed by a low croak. Sunday glanced over his shoulder, met with tired, red eyes. “Or, not anymore. I suppose that season has ended.”

Mr. Reca smiled, catching up to walk alongside the other rather than behind him. “Surprising to see such a high figure so.. lost, on his very own planet. No matter, I will assist you,” he declared, seemingly uncaring about the lack of response from Sunday.

“I’ll be fine,” he eventually managed, glancing away from Reca. His voice was meek, small; a stark contrast to how he was usually — at least, back then. He barely registered the brunet’s comment about his “bad acting” before he felt a sudden weight on his shoulder. “If you are refusing my help, then my assistant will aid you instead,” he said, again followed by a mechanical croak. Sunday’s wings fluttered. The little guy was cute, in an odd way. He nodded, his hands folded together — his mind felt fuzzy from the sudden attention.

The director didn’t comment on it, but it also wasn’t like Sunday was tuned in enough to actually realize the way Reca was a bit gentler in terms of Sunday’s performance and how he allowed him to stay close enough to brush shoulders consistently.

He silently led them to the dessert stall, picking a couple of things for the other Express members and something for the little (how he knew exactly what Sunday wanted didn’t really need to be shared). The whole outing had taken longer than expected, mainly with the new childlike wonder in how the halovian would linger at certain stalls with more kid-friendly souvenirs, but in the end Reca helped him back to the entrance and only left him when the regressed had finished his treat and handed him back his assistant.

[“DNI with this post if your blog is: NSFW, transandrophobic, anti-xeno, pro-israel, proship, basic DNI”]

didn’t know how 2 end it …… umms. ya hope u enjoyed like & subscribe

[kermit8town]

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