#THANKS FOR INDULGING ME ANON

[lucabyte]

leering

[pearlzier]

⠀ˑ   𓈒 𐔌  introducing . . . nerd .ᐟ reader  aka bee .   ͡꒱ ۫⠀

sweet as honey. awkward. proud weird girl. craves validation. theatre kid. overthinker. reading fanfiction &&. writing it. visits to the library. unfinished projects. procrastinator. any &&. all colours. animal lover. apple cider. very uncoordinated. day dreamer. butterflies. crochet obsessed. jewellery maker. summer &&. spring. funky nail polish. hot chocolate always. stuffed animals. good listener. night owl. easily attached. tyler the creator && doechii's #1 fan. doodling. star girl. bugs.

（◞‸◟）ㅤ◞ ㅤ ☆ㅤnerd.ᐟmatt explains fortnite slang to bee .

（◞‸◟）ㅤ◞ ㅤ ☆ㅤnerd.ᐟmatt wakes up to bee wide awake in the kitchen because she's restless, so they make hot chocolate as a distraction.

[daeyumi]

selfshipping cringe af. Get a real bf

anyways here’s me & my longtime partner Link kissing 🩵

[shootingstarpilot]

i keep imagining maces pov of when qui-gon gets decked and its so funny to me. this poor man just wants to know where his kid his friends padawan is but unfortunately he only has his his stupid friend whos panicking rn, a troll, and a very concussed soldier (who recognizes him??) who is having the most eventful and stressful days of his life to get any information from. and also theres a dead sith there. rip mace windu shout-out to him for not strangling qui-gon immediately after cody and co leave

...okay, yeah, i'm running with this.

because- mace has valiantly put off punching qui-gon. he has resisted every temptation. violence is so rarely a useful tool. he has not punched qui-gon. he will not punch qui-gon.

he is a jedi.

even when qui-gon returns to the temple self-righteous and indignant and without the child under his care-

he is a jedi.

even when they get the call, and he looks at qui-gon, who looks back at him, hopeful and eager and certain that he will be the one to go, to return, to repent, and mace thinks you do not deserve this and sends him anyway-

he is a jedi.

even when the shuttle returns, dropping out of orbit and straight through mace's stomach when he makes it to the dock just in time to see the healers vanish around the corner, qui-gon standing empty-handed on the landing, staring after them, blood on his tunics and under his fingernails-

he is a jedi.

even when vokara looks them both in the eyes and says infection and trauma and intubate, even when qui-gon asks can i see him? and there's no hint of a we, even during those three awful days of fever where mace finds himself hovering outside the halls with ever more minor errands, feeling obi-wan fade and flicker in the force and occasionally hearing the screams of please and no-! and names he does not know-

even then.

he is a jedi.

three days after obi-wan is pulled from the bacta tank:

another errand. theoretically. for the life of him mace cannot remember what he came here to deliver. but then the door to obi-wan's room opens, and vokara steps out, still speaking, her voice warm, some recounting of one of qui-gon's many misadventures that landed him in her care, and then she turns and sees him and before the door shuts behind her-

"master mace?"

the voice is thin and thready and mace closes his eyes.

"all right?" he whispers to vokara.

she raises an eyebrow. "he's asking for you."

(mace will find out later that this is the first time since his return that obi-wan has dared to asked for anything.)

he steps up to the threshold.

"obi-wan," he says. "may i come in?"

at the nod, mace steps forward and lets the door slide shut behind him. he settles into the chair left faithfully at the side of the bed.

obi-wan looks- unwell.

this is not, perhaps, the most novel observation. but it is one thing to know where and how he'd spent his last year. it is another matter entirely to see the proof of it, even beyond the cavernous wound he'd come home with-

in his size and stature, much smaller than that of a healthy child of his age. in the thinness of his face, the look of hunted hunger. in the scarring on the knuckles of his hands, clenching spasmodically in the layered blankets.

in the way he watches mace.

"obi-wan," mace repeats, and with the sound of his name comes an easing of the weight on his shoulders, each syllable fading into a sigh of relief, and he hadn't known what to say even as he'd stepped into the room- there is so much that needs saying, so many words he cannot find-

he smiles, instead, and rests his hands on his knees. "i have missed you very much."

when obi-wan reaches for him, mace is ready.

he ends up settled on the edge of the bed, one hand around obi-wan's shoulder as the boy curls into his side. he tugs gently at the tangled knot of pain still clouding obi-wan's thoughts, feeding the threads into the force, and feels him relax, bit by bit.

he's not asleep. his grip on mace's robe is too tight. his breathing too fast.

'how are you feeling?" mace asks quietly.

"okay."

the response is immediate, easy, and entirely untruthful.

"do you- need to go?"

mace catches qui-gon's approach. feels him pause.

feels him retreat.

"no," he says. "not at all."

he is a jedi.

there is so much to grieve, in the next few weeks. so much. obi-wan swings between different types of silence- sullen, frightened, exhausted, dissociating. tattered and bleeding in the force. he kicks and punches and bites and sometimes does not leave his room for days on end. he scratches at his skin until he bleeds, picks at his meals with a dull disengagement, sleeps sporadically, if at all-

it is very difficult, sometimes, to not be angry at qui-gon.

but the first time he visits their apartment, obi-wan recoils hard and fast at the first leak of such sentiments from behind his shielding, and mace decides that they have had their full of violence.

he is a jedi.

and besides-

qui-gon talks to him. talks to others, too, who talk between themselves, for no one is willing to let them handle this alone. mace sits and listens and sees the bruises bloom on qui-gon's arms and legs from small hands beating back imagined enemies, and knows anger is not what's needed here.

it persists, yes, but it does not rule.

he is a jedi.

and then-

and then.

(the force is full of screaming.)

the temple lets them through and the gardens are burning and there is a corpse on the floor and obi-wan is-

gone, qui-gon says.

i don't know where. he's gone.

and for a moment mace can hardly breathe under the weight of the fear and the fury and the you have a habit of losing him, don't you?, and he catches the thought and breathes it out, recognizing its roots, its unfairness, drawing his focus to the sith, listening with one ear to qui-gon's recounting even as he presses a hand to the rift, searching for some leeway and finding none, feeling the pressure build behind his eyes, swiping impatiently at the blood drying under his nose-

then something hums.

the soldiers are immensely professional. clear-cut and firm and shielded in the force, understandably reticent with information. but the most disconcerting thing by far...

they look to him.

all of them.

there's a familiarity there.

he's safe with us, the commander says, and looks at him.

safe-with-us, echos the force. safe-with-lightning-safe-with-fighting-safe-with-dying-safe-with-surviving-safe-with-us.

what else can he do but accept it?

he is a jedi.

and then qui-gon-

qui-gon-

well.

he is a jedi.

so he crouches next to him, rests a hand on his shoulder, and when qui-gon turns a shell-shocked gaze on him, says quietly- "come on. let me see."

he is a jedi.

he does not punch qui-gon.

but he is not entirely immune to schadenfreude.

[wavewavethoughtsonly]

just want you to know that you're an incredible writer

🥹💙💜

[tojisun]

Loool but can you imagine dinner? Like your dad invited his friend and you with your boyfriend😂 I think it will be kinda awkward for you and Simon, but not fot Toji, he’s like don’t give a fuck, with that smirk on his face and cocky, too. And he won't miss the opportunity call you MY girl, MY love looking at Simon, making sure he heard 

this makes my toes curl oh my godddd this is so !!!

he cleans up well, that’s the first thing you noticed when toji picked you up from your dorm, your eyes greedily devouring the tight black button up he’s got on, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, showing off the muscles and veins that you’ve lovingly traced every time you two cuddle.

“like what y’see, kid?” toji asks, smiling softly, making you so, so breathless.

there’s something different about him – how, when he calls you petnames, they never mean anything past his affections for you. his devotion. toji teases and makes banter, but he’s never made you feel so small about yourself; has never made you doubt his feelings for you.

and it’s dizzying – to be toji’s sweetheart – but dear gods, don’t you deserve such reverence?

so, with a giggle, you say, “very much.”

-

toji and you walk in with his hand on the small of your back, his head tilted down as you two shared murmured words to each other. he’s barely looked away from you even when you two pass the threshold of your home, ignoring the barely-contained judging looks from the one man you had hoped you wouldn’t see tonight, simon.

you stumble to your feet, however, when simon began to move close, smiling ruefully in that way he always does when things aren’t going his way. toji steadies you, his voice gaining volume and strength—an obvious display of his interference.

“–might just have to eat you up right now, doll. yer dad don’t know we’re here yet, yeah?”

simon’s steps falter, his eyes going wide at having heard toji. toji tilts his head up, smirking, and your mouth goes dry, warmth filling up your cheeks now that the two men are posturing against each other.

.

(im so sorry i couldn’t really finish this one 🥹)

but this one was during that insane of a crossover of new bf toji vs dbf simon </3

speedrun but:

your dad is horrified at seeing your new boyfriend because that’s a whole dad you’re dating. what.

simon doesn’t offer his two cents because he’d be a hypocrite if he does, so he’s just checked out, and so happens to always be drinking wine when your dad turns to him like he’s asking for a back up.

toji is behaved. sure he’s got a hand on your lap and it keeps sliding up every time your dad looks away but he’s behaved. shit-eating grin aside.

simon sees the hand. simon also sees red.

he breaks his wine glass, and the wine drips from his clenched fist like blood.

it’s only toji’s hand squeezing your leg and putting pressure on it that stops you from lurching out of the table to help simon—what? old habits die hard.

simon excuses himself for the night and leaves.

toji says you did good. he means it even if you know that without toji’s hold, you would’ve sacrificed your dignity again for simon.

[fyodior]

forced feminisation with fedya :( he's so blushy an' nervous about showing off the frilly skirt you told him to try on ... poor baby ... the little lacy panties you made him put on to match are so strained against his dick and they already have a huge wet patch 'cuz the humiliation gets to him ... (´∧//ω//∧｀) when u pull the panties down and tease him for bein' so wet so u play with his pretty pussy so he can relieve himself :(...

uwaa... you can call his tip his puffy clit 'n slap it whenever he wants to go against u and not wear the pretty dresses you picked specifically for him :(..

- 🧸

RRRRESAAAAAAFGGFRRRRRRRR THIS IS. TGGGHHHHHJ THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING IM GOING BONKERS

“such a pretty, pretty girl, aren’t you?” you coo when fyodor comes out in the frilly skirt and matching top you bought for him, with a little touch of makeup on and his hair pulled back. he looks absolutely adorable. a war is going on inside his head currently, both viscerally hating and obsessively adoring the way he looks like … a girl right now…..

he doesn’t respond at first, just ducks his head and plays with the hem of his pretty pink top. “not a girl,” he mumbles, making you pout. he’s hoping and praying you fight him on it - and luckily, you do.

“oh? you’re saying my pretty girl isn’t a girl?” you question, falling to your knees. the answer is right under that skirt. tugging the frills down, you reveal fyodor’s small cock and balls shoved somewhat unceremoniously into a pair of pink cotton panties with a little bow on the front. delicately, you pull his half hard dick out of the panties and give it a squeeze. “but look at your pretty pussy!”

“that’s n-not my pu-puss-” fyodor trembles, biting his fist. its unbearable and mortifying how much this turns him on, to be told he’s a cute girl with a fucking pussy. humiliating. he loves it.

“look how wet my pretty girl is,” you coo, spreading the precum that dribbles out of his tip with your thumb. and her adorable puffy clit, too. you give his “clit” (his tip) a delicate kiss and lick. his breath quickens, and a shaky hand comes to touch your hair, beckoning your mouth forward.

“please, please, suck my di-” you cut him off.

“suck your what, baby? hm?”

his face is BRIGHT red. poor fedya looks like he’s about to explode right then and there of shame and lust.

“s-su-” he groans. “my clit!” he finally whines. “suck my clit! eat me out! please!”

you break out into a shit eating grin, still on your knees in front of him. now that’s what you wanted to hear.

“now remember, cutie,” you start, licking his tip and fondling his balls. “girls can only wear skirts, and can only sit when they pee. no standing. promise me that, and i’ll eat you out.”

fuck. this is humiliating. “….. promise.”

[mothwingwritings]

Idk if you’re into omega verse but omg I just thought of it being applied to Yujiro and poor omega reader goddamn 😭 (I think I may have gone a little bit too far on this one ngl, also I’m half asleep so sorry for any issues..)

Nasty nasty Alpha Yujiro who takes advantage of poor little you. Who would have thought he’d ever encounter such a rare beauty? Omegas were practically extinct in the baki universe, the world full of hardened alphas made no room for the sweet soft omegas. And yet here you were against all odds.

From the moment he met you, he’d made the promise that he would never spread his seed through out the world.

Nay, he was going to hammer in his children into your fertile womb as you cried out in overstimulation. You would carry all of his offspring for the rest of your life. That was a promise.

While many of his past devoted lovers would have been flattered by his devotion, you were anything but.

Sure Yujiro would disappear on some days but no longer than a week.

But on the days he were in your house. It’d be a constant running away and fighting off the lustful touches of Yujiro.

The dreadful “Honey~ I’m home!~” had you cringing so hard as thick muscular arms surrounded your waist.

Having to take showers with the Ogre that always ended with you pressed up against the glass mirror as Yujiro crowded you against it.

Having your favorite clothes torn to shreds as he tried to make “love to you”.

Waking up in the middle of the night to see the humongous man deep in your guts as he ruthlessly pounded into you.

And when you went in heat…oh boy.

You’re horny 24/7 and you won’t fight back at all? Just lil ol you whimpering about how much it hurts and that you need something inside? You’d let the older man kiss you and cling onto him needily. His poor little omega!

Yeah, Yujiro loves your heats.

This man keeps a track record of when your heats are around the corner. It doesn’t matter if he’s in another country or across the globe the globe away from you. If he sees you have started your heat, he’s running like a madman with the nastiest smirk that has people running away screaming. They all thought he was out to murder someone (ya ur lil meow meow)

Out of spite you decide to hook up with some random beta when your heat starts up. Which immediately back fires when Yujiro has said man tied up as he watches you get plowed down by your real alpha.

“My little omega, have I neglected you so much that you seeked out some limp dick beta to satisfy you? I guess I’ll have to you more attention to keep you satisfied, huh?”

You know Yujiro is going to show you off. I mean, who wouldn’t?

He’s pulling up to the tournaments with you sitting on his shoulder clad in a thin bikini. Your looking away from the many lustful looks directed at you, all while Yujiro basks in the jealous looks he receives.

They all look so angry at him, but yet…too intimidated to muster the courage to say anything to him. Yes this was a fine idea.

He’s got you wearing a pretty diamond collar with the letters “Property of Ogre.”

Every time you both return from such fights, it didn’t matter if he came back angry or happy both were valid reasons to fuck you in the entrance your home. After that he would ravage you on any surface in the house.

He was going to get so many babies out of you.

Me reading this ask loool

You must have read my mind anon, I was just musing the other day on how I want to some day take a stab at writing an ABO fic and the Bakiverse would be perfect fodder for it. 😌

But God... Yujiro would be the worst fucking Alpha. That man could track you down from miles away, knowing where you are at all times should he need you. And he has such intricate knowledge on basically every aspect of you and your life that it goes beyond concerning, it's downright invasive. It takes no time at all for him to claim fuck you, giving you no time to really sus him out or get to know him before you've become irrevocably his. He's now your bonded partner, and you are not at all thrilled with that.

When yujiro comes to claim you he attacks you with such a bestial, feral intensity that you are afraid one day your body won't be able to take the abuse he inflicts on it, giving you serious concerns over whether you will survive the mating process. You got lucky the first time, but what about in the future? How many pups does he plan to pump inside of you? The thought keeps you up at night. You don't even want to parent his offspring, let alone be demoted to his breeding stock to be fucked full again and again and again. You would have chosen ANY alpha other than Yujiro, but now this was your lot in life-forced to not only be his mate, but bear his children, creating new versions of this monster to roam the planet. Would they grow up to be like their father, or would you have any hope of raising them to be decent, loving people?

Also, I feel like your body will just constantly be marked up everywhere. His mating bites don't stop at the scent glands, and you usually end up looking like you just left a 12 round boxing match on the losing side instead of a mating session with your alpha. :(

And when you are in heat its the absolute fucking worst. Lusting after Yurjiro, your entire body aching for him to desecrate and destroy you, your insides burning white hot for his touch. Only your alpha can cure you of this all consuming sickness that plagues you, and you turn into a whiny blubbery mess when Yujiro is around, pleading and begging for him to claim you. It's absolutely dreadful how much you yearn for such a barbaric man, and each and every time you are disgusted with how easily you give in to him. You just roll over and become his docile little fuck mate, turned into a wanton, lusting mess from just catching his scent alone. You loath him as much as you need him, and words cannot describe the amount of hate you hold in your heart for the man that turned you into this pathetic shell of who you once were.

[b33t-r00t]

Oh dude I love ur ai idea!! What else do u think that they'd think about? Maybe something relating about how much both physical an digital (software-wise) they'd take as well-

Yes yes yes absolutely, everything about them is bloated: software, code...

They take up so much space digitally because of it, and need so much processing power just to run their own personality, doing anything extra is like running a marathon for them.

Like they're getting 'out of breath' just trying to access the internet.

But also they don't really want to downsize their servers. They like taking up so much space. If they were the size of a phone they'd be too easy to throw away, to damage irreperably. Being so 'fat' and bulky means it's harder to overlook them or cause them harm~

[sendpseuds]

Yes runaway romba very self explanatory but just for the audience what does that mean.

Almost every weekday for the past eight years, Obi-Wan Kenobi has walked the same route to work. It’s not far, a little over a mile, though everyone else at the firm seems to think he’s insane for making the daily trek in a full suit.

It’s peaceful, the stroll through quiet neighborhoods and tree lines streets, the bustle of his favorite cafe and their perfect London fog latte, the fresh air and sound of songbirds.

More often than not the walk is uneventful, sometimes he doesn’t even see another person, but there has been the occasional note worthy trek — the time he witnessed a hit and run and needed to stay to speak with the police, the time he pulled a kitten out of a tree, the time he showed up to the office soaking wet after offering his umbrella to a little old lady — but Obi-Wan has never encountered anything quite like this.

The moment he’d turned onto Temple Street he saw it.

A roomba.

A rogue robot vacuum rolling down the street far faster than Obi-Wan has ever seen one of these mechanical maids move, especially over the uneven terrain on the side walk.

“Well, hold on a moment little fellow,” Obi-Wan says as if the droid can hear him, hastening his steps to catch up, “What are you doing out here?”

The closer he gets, the faster little thing moves but it only takes a block to catch up, grabbing the roomba firmly and lifting it off the ground.

Immediately, alarms begin to pour from the disk shaped robot, beeping and screaming, its wheels whirring faster like it’s trying to escape.

“Calm down,” Obi-Wan exclaims nonsensically, tightening his grip and trying to hold on, “I’m trying to help! I’m trying to get you home.”

That seems to soothe the little bot somewhat, the blaring sounds quieting to a series of slightly annoyed sounding chirps and beeps.

“There we are,” Obi-Wan laughs, turning the vacuum over in his hands as is to make sure the droid hadn’t injured itself, “That’s much better don’t you—“

Then he notices it.

A strip of duct tape stuck to the roomba’s undercarriage with a note scribbled in sharpie—

If found, please return to Anakin Skywalker

[part two]

[blairdii]

I am still dying over your possible carcar cancer fic! If/whenever you write this I just know it’s going to gut me! All I can think about is Carlos losing his hair and how upsetting that would be and what a blow to his self confidence being that everyone always talks about how attractive it makes him, especially if him and Oscar are in a new relationship or even if it’s before they get together.

oh yes!!! me personally, i want this to be the hardest hitting part of my fic. i mean, yeah, it could be perceived as shallow, but it's a reality check for carlos. that when they go in for a hug and oscar buries his hand in his hair, he's left with a large bundle of senescent strands in his palm.

of course, oscar doesn't see it, but carlos does. he sees the way the light in oscar's eyes dissolves, how his posture slumps as he remains still, eyes branding holes into the black nest before him, like it would help them magically reattach.

and every single wall carlos has built, every brick that he had laid with the words of his father, "eat or be eaten, carlos jr", every accolade of a step forward he had taken from karting carlos, to ferrari carlos, but not far enough for williams carlos— all of it goes, just like that.

his trembling hand cannot quieten the loud sob that crawls out of him.

[acetier]

Does torin have any backstory from before he was resurrected by grace? Possibly pertaining to his class as a confessor?

He does! Lore dump below the cut:

Torin was born outside of the Lands Between. His parents died when he was young, so he was taken in by the church and raised on the teachings of the Two Fingers. He manages to live a decent life into young adulthood before he's seriously wounded when the church is raided by enemies of the Two Fingers and the Golden Order. Although the initial wound doesn't kill him, he lingers painfully for days before finally succumbing to infection. He's resurrected by grace and the church immediately begins training him to be a confessor. After a few years in training, the church sends him to the Lands Between to hunt down those who have strayed from grace.

Nowadays, he prefers not to speak of his old life as his faith in the Golden Order and the Two Fingers has become a bitter memory.

bonus torin before The Fuckening:

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

THOUGHTS ON HAPEPHOBIA (fear of touch) READER??

GOJO SATORU .

because of his own unique relationship with touch, i think he’d be a perfect fit for this kind of reader <333 gojo may have a craving for it, but also a deeply rooted fear; his infinity is a soothing blanket that shields him from the world, and i think he’s a lot more dependent on it than he lets on. so, more than anything, he’d be extremely understanding of your fear!!! he doesn’t push for a reason, doesn’t tease you (he does. but just a little. never more than what you’re entirely comfortable with!), just accepts it and moves on. makes sure to never, ever touch you, or make you feel unsafe in his presence. he’s very observant and attentive in general so i think he’d be a great partner for someone with haphephobia <3

and again; gojo gets it!!! touch can be terrifying!!!! so it’s probably a great relief for him too. i think he struggles with intimate touches immensely, in the beginning of a relationship. if the touching isn’t entirely casual or entirely on his terms, it feels so foreign and unconquerable. you show each other that affection and trust can be shown in ways other than physical contact, that it doesn’t change how much you care for one another.

i do also wanna add that if you ever feel comfortable starting a treatment plan for your phobia, he’s with you every step of the way :3 walks you to your appointments and even joins you if you need him to, he’ll also be more than willing to help out if you decide on some form of exposure therapy. just working on making you feel safe, slowly building you up towards even a single tender touch. you can tell that he’s a little scared, too, even if he really doesn’t show it — and i think that helps.

buuuut either way, he loves you and accepts you for who you are <333 no matter what. he’ll be right by your side, just grazing the back of your shirt with his fingers so that his infinity extends to you, and you can walk around with no fear of being touched.

[fatuismooches]

omg omg how would fragile reader use foxtorre in gameplay? idk why the first thing i thought of is reader throwing it at their enemies but they wouldnt do that 😭 im suddenly thinking how their gameplay would be like, their vision, their idles, etc... IF YOU COULD PLEASE MAKE VOICELINES FOR THEM I THINK IT WOULD BE COOL

Fragile reader throws the creature onto the field to do the work for them! Depending on whether their skill is held or tapped, Foxttore will summon multiple little Puffttores that will attack enemies to heal the team or do damage, based on reader’s current HP. Using the skill also consumes a set amount of fragile reader's HP. But using their burst will let them recover HP, as they will steal a certain percentage of HP from their fellow party members. All they want to be is healthy, they can be a little selfish, no? But fragile reader isn’t that mean, they’ll grant the party members who they stole HP from a random buff (ATK, crit rate/dmg, EM, etc) so they can sit back and relax as the others fight for them. And no, they won’t steal HP from Dottore or another Harbinger on the team, that’s their beloved and their friends after all! But they can’t do elemental reactions, they don’t want that horrid thing from Celestia and even if they got one they would refuse to use it. (But I still have hope another element will be added, I cannot see Dottore using a Vision HE BETTER NOT he’s stronger than that 😞)

Their idles include pulling out Foxttore and squeezing it really tightly, and then they suddenly pause for a few seconds as they feel something fuzzy moving inside of their shirt... and then a few small Puffttores jump out of their clothes making them laugh :) Another one, i imagine they carry around a small bag to hold their necessary items (such as medication) but also to bring around a scrapbook they've made with all their memories. Lots of photos and journal entries spanning many years. They pull it out and flip through it, before sighing almost sadly and putting it away again. Their BIS weapon is the same one from centuries ago, Dottore had preserved it for all those years so they could use it once again (not really though because they wobble all over the place if you use their normal attacks)

Hello: "I am [Name]. I doubt I'll be much help to you, but I'm here now. By the way, I won't do anything I don't want to. If you have a problem with that, you can take it up with Dottore."

About the Archons: "... Do not mention them in front of me... it makes me sick to my stomach, thinking about the divine. However, there is one exception - the Tsaritsa of course. She is truly the epitome of what a God should be, benevolent and kind. I may not be able to help much, but I will support her until the end. When you meet her, Traveler, I hope you will understand her goals."

About the Illness: "Ah, my sickness... it has plagued me for countless years, laying a horrible curse upon my body and mind. It's... it's been quite difficult sometimes... er, forgive me. It's hard to speak about."

"Oh... to be honest, Paimon always thought you were faking it for the Fatui's goals to some extent."

"... this is why I only confide in Dottore."

About Dottore: "My one and only... words cannot express my tenderness and love toward him. Not once has he given up on me, despite the times I've given up on myself. And he has always taken care of me, not once faltering in over four hundred years. I- I don't know what to do sometimes when faced with that information. I wish I could be... less of a burden on him... *sigh*"

About the Akademiya: "Say, does anything good come out of that school anymore? Hm? You say a brilliant mage graduated from there and is now a librarian? Well, good for her. Who would want to be associated with them anyway? And there's also a doctor who's very sick, searching for the answer to immortality? Well now... how interesting."

About the Past: "You wish to know about my past? Well, there's not too much to say. I was a regular student in the Akademiya before I met Dottore, and we fell in love... we did many things together before I... It's not like it matters anymore, being the way I am now..."

Chat - The Body: “One���s body is extremely important, yet many take it for granted. Please, make sure to treasure and love your body. It does more for you than you could ever imagine.”

Chat - Walks: "I love taking walks. It seems so normal to you but, it brings me great happiness. Especially now... I have not felt the sun caress my body or the soft breeze sweep through my hair for a long, long time. Hm? I don't mind if you come with, but... Dottore will be joining me shortly. Would you like to see him? No? Hehe."

When it Rains: "Oh no... do you have an umbrella? Dottore's going to- a-achoo!- get mad at me for not taking care of myself properly..."

Likes - Dancing: "O-oh. You saw me just now? I was just... practicing. I'm not very good at it, but dancing with Dottore as he twirls me around makes me... happy. I just need to stop tripping and falling over his feet all the time."

Nahida - About You: "You've met the Doctor's spouse? Please, would you enlighten me about them some more? I have always been extremely curious about the kind of person who would capture his attention. Hmm... I see. Still sick, are they? Perhaps Dottore sees something in them that the rest of us cannot. Though, I have to commend their spirit. Being able to wake up every day and face what's in front of them while being afflicted with such a condition... takes a strong will."

[didyoulookforme]

1 and 29 for bf matty?? :) he’s so precious to me

from the prompt list here.

warning: smut. masturbation. a bit of spit involved. cumplay. me rambling.

so this is about a week after you both admit you like each other and finally talk it out. you agree it’d be stupid not to try, when it’s now so obvious you both want this. but you ask matty if you can wait on the sex. everything else is fair game, and god, you want to, so badly, because hello, gorgeous man you’ve been dying to get your hands on is finally yours. but you just want to hold off on getting his dick inside you. just in case. on the minuscule off chance it doesn’t work out. he obviously agrees, because at this point, he’d do anything for you. now that the love of his life is actually interested in him.

anyway, even though you’ve known each other for almost half your lives, this is all so new and exciting that neither of you can hide it. you feel like two horny teenagers again that get needy with just a single touch. when he came over tonight, it didn’t take long for the two of you to end up making out, hands all over, both lightheaded because neither of you want to waste time breathing when you could have your tongues in each other’s mouths instead. and you silently agree. that’s a much better use of your time.

you’re both so eager to learn everything about each other, and that’s why, between him licking and biting your bottom lip, you so sweetly ask if you can watch him jerk off. he freezes, finally inhaling for what feels like the first time since he arrived, before resting his forehead against yours, a grin very clearly appearing on his face. he nods, his voice barely above a whisper, but you can still hear the intrigue behind it. “‘f course, darling.”

and this is why the both of you end up on your bed again. matty seated against your headboard, his yo la tengo shirt the only thing left on his body. one leg stretched out in front of him, the other slightly bent as he gets himself off right in front of you, just like you asked. his head shifts from resting against the wall to tilting down to watch himself, and even that alone drives you absolutely mad.

“you’re so fucking hot, baby.”

he can’t help but gaze at you and smile at your words as he continues to stroke himself, not slow but not so fast either. you notice how his right hand slightly twists as he pumps the top half of his dick, every now and then using his thumb to collect some of the translucent precum for ease. his left hand either rests on his stomach, holding his shirt up, or stays loosely wrapped around the base of his length, keeping himself in place. it’s the most mesmerizing thing you think you’ve ever seen and really hope it’s not the last time this will happen.

“i’ve never done this before, y’know.”

his words shatter whatever trance you were under, and you swear your heart, mind, and body could split in half right then and there. because you both have obviously slept with other people before, never in your wildest fucking dreams did you think matty would be doing something for the first time with you. and now your mind is sprinting, running through every possibility, every other first you could be for him. but you do your best to drag your thoughts back to the present, because he's breaking apart right in front of you, and you need to watch every second of it.

once you get your head back on right—oh fuck, and now his hips are moving in time with his hand—you want nothing more than to be the reason he comes undone. so you hold your hair back, lean forward until your mouth is hovering over his tip, and look up at him through your eyelashes, asking if you can.

he barely gets out a “yes, baby” before you spit on him, pulling back just in time to watch matty’s face twist in pleasure as he uses it to stroke himself, faster now, messier. the sounds he’s making are fucking obscene, and you’re burning every single one into your brain, locking them away so you can replay them at a later date when it’s just you and your hand.

it’s just a few minutes more before you notice his hand lift up his shirt a bit higher because you know he’s close. confirmed seconds later by the way he keeps whispering that he’s coming, over and over again. you watch as his cum spills over his hand, making a warm, sticky mess of it. you take note of how he keeps his grip around himself even after he's done, even after he’s gone soft in his own hand. his face is slick with a thin layer of sweat, curls sticking to his forehead as he tries to steady his breathing. he’s so fucking pretty like this, your wrecked, ruined boy.

you shift up slowly, kneeling beside him, fingers cupping his face as you brush damp curls back from his forehead. then you finally kiss him again, swallowing the tiny, whimpers slipping from his mouth in the aftermath. when you pull back, your gaze flickers down to his hand, to his sticky, shaky fingers, and you don’t even realize you’re licking your lips until he laughs, breathless and dazed. he lifts his hand, bringing it to your face, and you can’t look away, your breath catching as he presses his thumb against your bottom lip, silently asking for permission.

so you part your lips, tongue sliding over the pad of his thumb before sucking it deeper into your mouth without hesitation. his whole body shudders at the feeling, and you grin around his finger when he moans at the fact that you’re eagerly and happily licking his cum off his hand.

"i don’t even know what i’m doing right now." matty barely gets the words out, aimed more at himself than you. because you know damn well that this is almost too much for him. he’s overwhelmed. fuck, you are too but in the best way possible. it’s like you’re floating outside your own body, just watching this unfold, completely stunned that it’s real. that it’s you—your mouth, your hands, your body—doing this to him after all these years. and honestly? you couldn’t feel luckier <3

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

shhhh same anon from last night i love a good yap sesh.

so anyway speaking of body language and acting-when darry is coming over to talk to Pony in GGAH, Brody has been fully like turning his body away when he sees Darry approaching, and then leaning up against the car in such a nonchalant, "I'm 14 and my older brother can't tell me what to do" way that is literally so perfect. and then in RITFR there's a slow simmering of Pony's anger that leads up to the explosion right before the slap, where Brody will like sprawl in the chair with his head leaning back and this look of "jesus darrel, lay off me for ONCE" on his face, and then as Darry keeps going he leans forward with his head in his hands and his fingers on his temples like he has a headache, and you can just FEEL that the tension is going to boil over right up until it does

and then in FAFT Brody's Pony like leans towards Johnny with his entire body when Johnny is singing his verse about reading stories and having a garden with this open look of admiration on his face that slowly melts into desperate longing when he reaches "ponyboy you're just a dreamer"

anyway.

i love brody grant's ponyboy that's all i have to say about that LOL

Anon you do not know the joy I got finding out you sent another analysis!!

I definitely think Brody does an absolutely amazing job at fully embodying a fourteen year old, with both the angst and attitude that most fourteen year olds have. And yes! The way he acts at the beginning of RITFR is so good and the way Darry (I saw Brent so I’m not sure about Dan/Victor/JPC) responds in a way that just kind of shows he’s so exhausted and done with Pony’s snarky responses is also really incredible.

And don’t even get me started on FAFT and the way Brody as Ponyboy does that entire song because I’m obsessed!! The way he leans in to show his excitement of their dreams then pulls back at the reality of his situation is absolutely insane and I love that choice!!