#SORRY IM SORRY I JUST UNDERSTAND WHY HE DID IT IS ALL

[jd-loves-fiction]

Coming back to you with another request cuz I loved your previous work

Boothill, Welt, Ratio, Jing Yuan and Gallagher with the same platonic teen reader premise but reader calls them ,,Dad" on accident and they themselves don't even notice it because it comes so naturally to them

🌑so glad you liked it🥺🥺also the dad's of all time yes yes!! Also my internet has been fucked lately that's why uploads are slow sowy 🥺

✦ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 ✦

If you look at his lore, he was actually a dad (😭 my Shayla) so yeah big chance he won't notice at all

Because of the trauma associated with his family in general, he'll notice it eventually and be a bit conflicted

On one hand, he's absolutely delighted at the fact that despite being almost entirely made of metal, you are still able to find such fundamentally human comfort within him

And on the other hand, he has a hard time accepting that the man he was before didn't actually die along with most of his body

He won't ever correct you tho, at the end of the day he's just grateful that he's still able to make young folk feel safe around him

Reminds him that he's still human🥺

✦ 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐭 ✦

Did you see the way he basically adopted Sunday the moment he stepped on the express?? Yeah, that's dad right there

He basically adopts every kid (as in, anyone younger than him) that steps aboard the express, so i feel like someone else might've already called him before and he just brushed it off

Same with you, though in his heart he's over the moon

All he wants in life is to make everyone around him feel safe and loved, so to know that you of all people seem to think of him in such a way really warms his heart

Though he'll never point it out in fear of making you embarrassed

He's overjoyed!! But internally :)

✦ 𝐃𝐫. 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨 ✦

Truly baffled, at first

He's aware of his reputation and he doesn't mind it but he never expected someone to him that way

Though he's (not so) secretly very pleased

At his core, he's a teacher and that's what he loves to do - spread knowledge to all who seek it

And I'm sorry for reminding you of this but most of us have called our teacher mom/dad before so...

There's a slight chance it's happened before... also a slight chance he very dryly corrected them - "last time i checked i have no children" 🙄

Might do the same to you unless he's in one of his moods, writing down information or just lost in thought - then he'll probably just wave you away wordlessly

I feel like he understands on a behavioral level why you did it and because of it, wont comment on it or bring it up again. It's just something people do sometimes, nothing weird about it

The most neutral out of all of them but will make a mental note about how it probably means you trust him at least a little

When he lets himself be selfish and overthink it, it does warm his heart but you'll never know

✦ 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐚𝐧 ✦

Actual father to Yanqing YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND!!

Ooooh he's tearing his hair out trying not to tease you about it

He knows that if he does you'll crawl back in your shell again and thats tHEEE last thing he wants in life, really

It's easy to feel comfortable around him, i feel. He's just a big lazy cat - pretty independent and chill

He's good at just being there when you need him there as well as talking your ear off as a distraction - peak comfort

Definately called Jingliu 'mom' as a kid, come on

And Yanqing did the same with him

So it doesnt surprise him much since he understands its a pretty normal thing but GOOOOD he wants to acknowledge it so BAAADD

HE WANTS TO MAKE IT SILLY BUT NOOOOO 😭

He's an adult now (a very old one at that) so he understands that now is NOT the time

Will keep thinking back on it fondly tho :))

✦ 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 ✦

Oh oh my... he gives so much deadbeat dad I'm getting nostalgic IM KIDDING

Anyway, as a bartender, i feel like thats happened to him before

People say weird shit when they're drunk so it's very likely someone's called him dad before

Though that feels very different to him

When people do that when drunk it doesn't usually mean anything - he must just remind them of their father (for good or bad) so he doesn't take it too seriously

But you? Oh he's taking it seriously

Ego? Inflated to hell and back

He's being extra sweet and caring with you

Making sure you eat and rest, etc

Gotta live up to his reputation 😉

The dad who stepped up fr

Might tease you about it, but if you have an adverse reaction he'll stop immediately

Very touched that you think of him that way even subconsciously and will try to make sure he doesn't disappoint :)

[carlarosenakilah]

I'm taking a break from The Osix Family and Wilted Ivory

Hi, you've read that right. I'll proceed to go into detail undercut

Warning that the following will be containing very sensitive topics such as su***idal thoughts, mental health issues, and whatever the fuck I went through to get me here and I don't know how to describe nor name them but overall its not pretty.

Getting straight to the point- im drained. I'm in a horrible place right now and I need to take a step back before it might escalate into something worse.

The Osix Family is always something that I will forever dedicate to. It has comforted me, carried me, and saved me from killing myself three years ago.

I asked myself, "If I'm not here, who will tell the story of The Osix Family?"

That made me stay alive, and im greatful for that because if not, I wouldn't have been where I am today standing with the coolest people I have ever met and my amazing partner in crime @alexusespido-dod.

I love Wilted Ivory too, and that's where it gets tricky.

My only plan for Wilted Ivory is to simply tell a story about growth expressed as a musical au. Hence why the art is so simple– not just to match the original Casino Cups style, but just to tell a story that I hope would inspire and comfort others. Of course, I'm happy it gained lota of love.

The Osix Family though is a different story.

Like I said, it means a lot to me, so I put so much time and energy into this series. I sacrifice time that could've been used to study for the next exam, but instead im working on the next few panels or planning the music and etc. Blood sweat and tears (literally) into making sure the art looks good, story is properly conveyed, scenes carefully picked. Even if it gained me bad scores in my exams that made me stress over about, in the end it was worth it to me. I didn't care if I'd be sick an unable to move, as long as I could at least think about it, then I would be happy.

Episode 3 was my worst.

I overworked myself for that episode. I was always in front of my tablet, I never moved out of my seat, I was just there, working on it even if it was 1 in the morning and that I should be sleeping. I told myself: "Everything will pay off! Sure you're in so much pain right now, but eventually it will all pay off! Episode 3 is looking good and interesting! This will FINALLY gain the audience and love the story deserves!"

I was proud.

Until I wasn't.

Reality hit me like a saw. The moment the episode was released I was hopeful. But nothing happened. It was all the same.

And it just hurt how something as simple as Wilted Ivory can easily gain attention and love because it was Cuphead related something well known. Meanwhile, The Osix Family–despite everything–is just barely seen.

I started to doubt myself. To question myself. Was I not doing enough. What more can I do. What should I do. Am I not good enough?

Is the story just not good enough?

That broke me. I began to have thoughts I shouldn't have. I wanted to end it all. I wanted to quit and disappear from the world. Because what was the point in pouring so much love into something only for it to dismissed.

Its not like I simply began having these thoughts.

I've had them over and over again.

As much as I hated involving him, my partner, Alex, had to deal with the many times I nearly ended it. To the point where even if he was in school, he'd go out of his way to stop me, I still feel guilty, even if he said it was fine.

I don't understand myself anymore.

Why do I even have such an attachment to this series? Its just a stupid silly series for funsies isn't it? Why does my life to depend on it?

Unfortunately, it just does.

It sucks. Pushing away my needs for the sake of this passion, only for it to just not go as I hoped it would go. Did I mention I'm also losing followers on the osix family blog? Thats so silly and coquette.

I'm so sorry if im coming off as guilt-trippy, please I don't want it to sound that way, I just want to express how deeply troubled I am because to me it actually DOES HURT.

I envy people who couldn't give a flying fuck about whether or not their stuff goes famous or gets love, I don't even understand why I am so dependent or hungry on whatever attention it gets. I hate that im like this. I want to be free from it but I just crave it.

So, for the sake of my mental health and whatever is left of my sanity, im taking a break, for good.

I will not be updating The Osix Family or Wilted Ivory at this very moment. For how long? It depends on how fucked up I have actually turned out to be today.

I might still post, keyword: MIGHT, its not any update but to just simply draw for myself, but the chances of me posting anything is horribly low.

I'm going to focus on myself, my needs, and whatever makes me happy or have fun with.

To those who supported The Osix Family or even bothered to check it out: Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

It means a lot to me, you have NO idea. Every single like, reblog, comment, hype or even the silliest amounts of theories or thoughts, they make me so happy, it actually heals me.

I can't remember names im sorry, but there was a time someone expressed how they were invested in the lore and loved the world building, it really made my day. Or when someone pointed out some small details on my waiting in a miracle animatic, it warmed my heart.

I have troubles expressing it, but im so, SO greatful.

Especially when some of my mutuals started making OCS FOR THE SERIES?? Like– it felt like a HUGE compliment.

I cant believe im tearing up as im typing this haha im so stupid lmao, but

Thank you. A lot.

And to those who weren't really into The Osix Family, its okay, don't feel bad, sometimes things are just not our cup of tea, I just needed to express my grief, cause honestly bottling it up isn't going to end well for me (and it really didn't multiple times).

I apologize for any false hope or let down your hype as Wilted Ivory was just starting and The Osix Family was finally coming back– but this treatment is overwhelming me that I need to take a step back.

That's all for now.

Thank you for... actually reading, you listening means a lot to me too.

Goodbye.

[marinettesaltprompts]

Marinette Salt Prompts: Truth and Lies if they did it again.

Ok so I just saw Ilustrhater today and I ... well I feel that this prompt writes itself doesn't it?

After Alya left with Nino to go investigate the new wielder of the Butterfly Miraculous, Marinette was left alone with Adrien. Sure, Marinette was unsure about what to do, but it would be fine! All she had to do was talk to him ... right?

Well, that seemed to be impossible for Marinette. Unable to talk to her ACTUAL boyfriend, Marinette decided to run off, having used a nearby fire as an excuse to transform, leaving Adrien alone at the cinema for two WHOLE hours because transforming and running off was TOTALLY better idea than asking Adrien what he wanted out of their relationship.

Of course, she was REALLY sorry when she came back to find Adrien still standing there and the movie had already finished, so she tried to make it up to him by bringing him to a nearby cafe. Hopefully that would fix the rest of the day...

Only for that to fail when Marinette once again was unable to talk to her boyfriend. Having ordered some wierd cookies and having accidentally kicked Adrien under the table, she decided to run off again and transform to help Sabrina with a cat stuck in a tree.

It was coincidental that an akuma chose to appear sometime after and Ladybug was there to stop it, but by the time she had detransformed, the ENTIRE DAY had passed without a single bit of communication with Adrien.

Sometime later, Marinette invited Adrien out to another movie, but when he finally got there, Marinette was shocked to find that he had no interest in watching a movie. Instead, he was here to break up with her.

As Marinette and Adrien stood over a bridge, Marinette was starting to tear up as Adrien explained he had no interest in this relationship anymore. Between having lost his father and having been in a prior relationship with Kagami, Adrien told her that as much as he cared about Marinette, he was not willing to put himself in a relationship where his S.O. would run off on him like that, especially since he had already done that to Kagami unintentionally. He missed his father, sure, but he could not forget how his father practically avoided him for most of his life since his mother's death.

Of course, Marinette tried to talk him out of it. Saying that she cares for him, that she had a good reason for running off that day, that he was someone very important to her, but Adrien was having none of that.

Adrien: I still don't understand. Why would you run away? We were supposed to spend the day with each other and just have a good time.

Marinette: I just .... im sorry.... I have no idea how I'm supposed to act in a relationship.

Adrien: Well... admittedly I don't really know either, but I thought that we could have tried to figure this out together. That if I just spent the day with you, I could figure out how to be good enough for you.

Marinette: We still can Adrien. You are good enough, great enough even! Just please ... stay with me. Trust Me.

Adrien: I... I can't. When you left me alone that day... I felt like I lost my family again for the third time. First my mother, then my father, and now the person I love went out of my life. You're telling me to trust you, but how can I trust you when you run off like this? Can I trust that you will stay by my side when I feel the same way? I.... no. I'm sorry Marinette, but this is over. Between everything that happened and now this... I don't think I can be in love again. Not for a while.

Adrien left Marinette in the twilight of Paris, not looking back even as the Heroine of Paris wept and grieved.

[c0smikgirl]

Does anyone else think about this? Because I do. A lot. Like, so much actually. Why was he living by himself as a teen? Did he run away, was he kicked out, did something else happen?? What happened to his family and why was he not able to stay with them anymore?(Actually, what about his family AT ALL? Does he have a mother, father, siblings? Did he live with any other family members, and if so, what happened for that to be the case?) What age is a “teen” and how long did he live like that?? Where was his source of income??? You can’t tell me being a textbook tuff guy beating up people for movie money is a good source of income for him to have been living alone in a major tourist city at 15.

UGH Im so upset we didn’t get anything about his backstory. I understand that you can’t make an in depth backstory for every single character, but also I feel like Mista is a really important character that deserves more than just how he joined Bucciarati’s gang. I also think that if we knew more about his family it would have made his tetraphobia make more sense because I’m sorry but having a deep rooted, heavy, sickening fear of the number 4 due to your neighbour getting their eyes scratched by a cat is such a bs thing 😭 and don’t get me wrong, I really like characters with ambiguous backstories because it gives a lot of freedom and creativity to the fans, but this is wayyyy too ambiguous for a major character. Embarrassingly ambiguous, even.

[didyoulookforme]

7 & 25 for the prompts :)

this is a different arrangement coded aka film location scout matty <3

from the prompt list here.

warning: smut. age gap. soft dom matty. impact play. grammar and spelling errors.

never in a million years did you ever think you’d be in a long-distance relationship, let alone with a man five years older than you. it wasn’t exactly something you planned for, wasn’t something you even thought you were built for, but then again, nothing about matty had ever followed the script. 

and now? now, he’s here. here for a couple of months, here in your space, your life, your mornings, your nights. 

least of all, you would’ve never thought you’d be the type of girl to be currently lying across his lap, legs draped over his, his palm warm and steady, moving slow up and down your thigh.

and to think, all of this started because of that night at his place.

you weren’t snooping. just flipping through his recordings, looking for something to put on tv, when an unexpected title caught your eye. you clicked it without thinking. and then immediately wished you hadn’t—because there, right in front of you, was a woman and a man licking between her legs.

your stomach flipped. you blinked at the screen. scrolled down. there were more. enough to make you sit back, pressing your lips together back in amusement. it didn’t take long for you to take a photo of the list and send it to him.

which one’s your favourite? xxxx

as soon as you hit send, you regretted not being able to see his reaction. all you got were the three little dots on your screen—appearing, disappearing, appearing again. until finally, he responded.

guess that’s what i get

lonely much?

sometimes. yeah.

sorry. at least you’ve got your hand to keep you company 

does the trick

suuuuure

it’s the fourth one btw and don’t judge. you asked.

and that’s how you found out matty gets off on pain being inflicted.

it didn’t take much to fish out that he’s done it, too. that it wasn’t just something he watched but something he’d made real many times prior.

which, of course, made it impossible not to wonder how it might feel.

wanna try with me?

if you ask nicely, perhaps ;)

truth was, the thought of ruining you like that got to him immediately. not that he told you. but you could tell. could hear it in the way his breath hitched when you asked if he’d finally want to do it that night. the way he went quiet when you admitted you’d never done so before.

and that’s exactly why you’re in this position now. sprawled over his lap, head resting on a cushion, heartbeat throbbing in your head, (im)patiently waiting.

“i’ll talk you through it, okay?” his mouth is close, warm against your ear.

you meet his gaze, nodding once before pressing a quick kiss to his lips that makes him beam. “sweet girl.” the words come just as he leans in, brushing a kiss to the tip of your nose, his hand firm at the curve of your ass. a slow squeeze, then another, before his palm shifts, tracing lazy circles over the thin cotton stretched across your skin.

“i’ll need you to count for me,” he soflty instructs. “start from one. count up each time. that way, i’ll know you’re good to keep going. understand?”

you swallow, nodding again.

his thumb presses a little deeper on your flesh. “and if it’s too much, you tell me, yeah?”

another nod. his lips brush your shoulder before he lifts the hem of your dress with his free hand. it’s barely even started, but already, your pulse is in your throat, heat pooling deep in your gut.

“okay, love. whenever you're ready.”

you exhale slow, curling your fingers into your palm to steady yourself. this might already be too much and it hasn’t even started. you’re pretty sure your panties are soaked through with your cum dripping on his trousers. but finally, you close your eyes and count down inside your head.

“one.”

the sound comes first—a sharp snap of fingers against cotton—before the sting follows, blooming warm across your skin. you could tell that he was gentle with you, which you appreciate him for. always being careful with you. with your eyes still closed shut, you take another deep breath and exhale, burrowing your forehead into the cushion.

“two.”

you gasp at the second strike, landing right where the first did. it lingers, a slow burn threading through your skin, settling deep in your stomach.

“you okay?” you hum and nod against the sofa as he tenderly rubs circles over your skin, as if trying to soothe the pain. it’s followed by his mouth pressing a sweet kiss on your ass. that makes you bite down a laugh.

“doing so good, sweetheart.” and that’s enough to keep you going.

“three.”

this one lands harsher, your skin now throbbing where his palm struck you. he doesn’t notice when you glance at him, but you’re taken aback at how fully absorbed he’s by you, teeth tugging on his bottom lip as he stares down at the marks he’s clearly left.

so you push it a little. shimming your hips just enough to tease him. and it works. he breathlessly laughs, shaking his head before tipping it back, letting out a soft “fuck” in return.

you barely have time to process the confidence it sparks before you feel his fingers hook into your underwear, tugging it up until the fabric bunches tight between your ass. him holding it place so now you’re on full display. keeping you still, right where he wants you. and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t make you feel fucking wanted.

“four.”

the moan spills out. you don’t even try to hold it back anymore. there’s no point. it feels too good, better than you’d ever let yourself imagine. there’s something addictive about this. about being held steady, about matty keeping you in check, guiding you through it, making sure you feel every second of it. all somehow made that much better when one of his fingers slides over your clothed cunt, caressing you gently where he knows you want him the most.

“i adore you so much, darling. s’ fucking good for me.”

“five.”

he doesn’t hesitate. the sharp smack of his fingers against your skin filling the room, quickly followed by your groans as his hand slips between your thighs. this time cupping you fully, rubbing you through the soaked cotton as his hips roll against you, making sure you feel just how much this is getting to him.

six, seven. eight. nine. ten.

it continues on until you’re so fucked out of your mind, head so clouded with pleasure that you cannot form a single word other than “stop”. and he does. immediately, without aquestion. 

you push yourself up slowly, his hands firm at your waist, guiding you as you settle onto his lap. your face tucks into the crook of his neck, his arms pulling you in, holding you close as you catch your breath. and yeah, you can’t help but feel how hard he is underneath you.

"let me help you," you murmur, fingers already moving to his belt.

but before you get far, he catches your wrist, brings it to his lips, then presses it against his shoulder instead.

he shakes his head. "i can manage. just let me take care of you, yeah?"

you can’t help yourself, shifting against him just one more time to hear him moan. but then you nod, slow and sweet, looking up at him through your lashes. his lips twitch, just slightly before he brushes your hair off your face and gives you a soft kiss.

"there’s my good girl."

[liamgallaghermpreg]

I could fix s9 Dean

[tapestryundone]

when the god was made in the image of a man who infiltrated the mind of said god and in doing so made himself intertwined with the form that god took while also being the cause of that form creating a infinite feedback loop of what caused the god and his creator to evoke the very image of the death the creator feared through the form of an animal representing that concept, and the god has faint, undeniably human characteristics given to him by his creator while his creator retained none of it. fuck

[razberrypuck]

some of omega's dialogue about metal sonic

[oceanwithouthermoon]

maybe its just me but i cant stand when people are like "it just doesn't sit right with me how teruhashi thought about aiura 🥺" like yes... its not supposed to ??? because her thinking badly of other girls and prioritizing male validation over everything is one of her main flaws ??? can we talk about that WITHOUT making it seem like shes not allowed to have a single actual flaw without suddenly becoming an awful person? nobody can handle complex female characters at all and its so fucking annoying

[lucyshypemaster]

you will NEVER see anyone writing paragraphs after paragraphs hating on keefe like they do with sophie.

[d1sc01nf3rn0]

I'm seeing a lot of people with neurodivergency, specially under the autism spectrum say that "Laios is annoying, never shuts up, is insensitive, and I can't stand him"; and the irony is not lost on me lmao.

[moldy-flowers]

The interesting experience of being pro Sasuke, anti konoha, pro tobirama, anti Naruto ending, pro Sasusaku, anti Itachi, pro Sakura, anti SasuNaru, pro Tobirama×Izuna, anti Madara, pro karin, anti Orochimaru, pro Uchiha and anti Hashirama. And also as much as I hate the guy danzo was kind of hot when he was younger...

[aq2003]

like i'm trying to find the words to explain why i found don juan in soho to be so profound and interesting but all i'm coming up with is "they stabbed dj in the dick and when he comes back up to do the curtain call you can see the blood on his pants 10/10 attention to detail and commitment to the bit"

[starry-eyer]

comparing elia martell to princess diana is kinda insane

cause the real princess diana of westeros was rhaegar

[xariarte]

it honestly sucks that even today in the era of LeBron/Steph being old as hell and ready to retire in a couple of years, we still gotta have talks about modern day NBA players not getting their flowers

[dusty-pistol]

GRGRGR, I WANT TO YAP AND TALK BUT THE ONLY THING ON MY MIND ANYMORE IS CALLUM. THIS AIN'T FAIR.

GET OUTTA MY HEAD OLD MAN!!! ANYTIME I DRAW, CALLUM ENDS UP ON MY CANVAS. I CAN'T WRITE ANYTHIN IF IT DOESN'T INVOLVE HIM. I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHIN BUT HIM. I AM BEIN HAUNTED BY THAT FICTIONAL MAN. GAAUUHHHGGGGHHHH