#almost nobody will get this so i will explain

[blythedolly]

let me hear you.

—♡ you’re a famous popstar and leon kennedy is your beloved bodyguard. between the public eye and having to keep your relationship private for your safety, leons professionalism is once again tested.

—♡ warnings: bodyguard!leon, jealous/possessive, men being gross, oral sex (reader receiving), unprotected p in v, choking, size difference, pet names.

leon never used to be the possessive type until you landed in his grasp. even though he knew nobody could ever steal you from him, it was a quiet fear of his. the thing is, to the public eye, leon was nothing but your bodyguard. your protector. although, most people were afraid of him based on his physique. standing at 6ft tall with arm muscles the size of the average human head tends to scare off weak insecure men, he would constantly have to witness these men lusting over you. his girl, and it made him seethe. It was hard to continually remind himself that this was part of his job, and you were a famous popstar. obviously, you're going to get a lot of attention, and he was ashamed to admit that it still bothered him. 

like today. he overheard two men talking about you, he didn't recognize them. which was quite rare, considering most of the time these award show afterparties were full of other extremely popular musicians. but no matter who was in that room, and how famous they were, you always stole their attention and lustful gazes. 

“just look at her, god. the things i’d love to do to her…” the man says to his friend, shaking his head in what appeared to be disbelief as he watched you speak to one of your friends. 

“i know, did you see her new music video? leaves very little to the imagination for sure” the other man chuckled. before the two could say anything else, you finally spotted leon standing behind the two and a delicate smile graced your face. the boys then turned around, finally noticing leon standing there. they went pale in the face as you approached. knowing that he’d definitely heard every word they said based off the angry look leon was giving them. he could truly be terrifying when he wanted to. you’d seen that side of him many times, but never aimed at you of course. leon was a powerful man, able to get rid of them with a simple snap of his finger. you stood next to him, not realizing his displeased expression until you’d tilted your neck up to look into his eyes. he was still staring at them.

“leon, is everything ok?” you asked, tone worried as you followed his gaze and set your eyes on the two men you hadn’t even noticed before. he didn’t respond, his large hand wrapped around your arm as he led you away from the area. not questioning a single thing as it was crystal clear something was bothering him a significant amount. once the two of you had made it back to your hotel room, you turned to look at him as he closed the door.

“are you mad because they were looking at me? because you know i’d never even think to-” you began to explain.

“i know you wouldn’t.” leon interrupted, and your gaze softened.

“then what’s wrong?” you ask once again, approaching him slowly, looking into his eyes. he eventually met your eyes after a moment. “what were they saying?”

“nothing that you need to worry about, doll.” he reassured, resting his forehead against yours. never would you have imagined leon could be so soft.

“alright,” you say, a soft smile reappearing on your face. “i’m just gonna freshen up a little, ok?” you add, pressing a kiss to his lips before approaching the bathroom. leon sat down on the couch, hands rubbing his face as he tried to forget about what he’d heard earlier in the night. which was almost impossible, considering he heard those exact voices outside of the door. the familiar anger began to rise once again as he got up from the couch and passed towards the door, opening it quickly and immediately spotting the same smug faces he was mentally murdering moments ago.

they both gulped, eyes wide as they stood in front of the front door a meter from yours. they quickly entered the room to avoid confrontation. leon stood there for a moment, wondering what the fuck they were doing in the room next to yours. before he could do anything else, your voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“was someone at the door?” you ask, he turned his head to face you. looking at you adorned in one of his large shirts. quietly admiring the way your body drowned in it.

“two boys just went into the room next door. I assumed they’d reserved this floor for… other famous people i guess.”

“the ones that you were giving the death stare to earlier?” you ask, a cheeky smile on your face. “baby, they are famous.” you chuckle as you stared at your boyfriend. he shook his head, trying to hide his displeasure to the information he’d just heard.

“well, excuse me for not being up to date with pop culture, i dedicate all of my time to protecting you”

he says, you loved when he’d get sassy like this. their words from earlier kept repeating in his head as he approaches you, placing his large hands on your waist, kissing your lips delicately. “they don’t look like the famous type,” he says as he places his mouth to your neck, the feeling of his lips tickling your skin in the most delicious way. you whined softly. and that’s when he got the idea. the idea that would show those stupid guys who you belong to. who really gets to fuck you.

he smirked against you, lips abusing your skin and his hot tongue trailing over your sensitive spots. his hands found your ass, squeezing your cheeks sadistically which caused a sudden gasp to escape your throat. normally, leon would place his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet when you weren't at home, just in case people were around. the hotel was unreasonably fancy, but the walls still seemed paper thin, but this time he didn’t. you didn’t question it. you never questioned him.

“that’s it, let me hear your pretty sounds,” he says as he lifts you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the pristine king-sized bed. 

he dropped you onto the mattress and hovered his frame over yours. his lips found yours once again, and you whined as his tongue slipped between yours. he’s all too familiar with how vocal you can be. even with his hand over your mouth or your head buried into the pillow, he can hear you crystal clear. he knew anyone nearby would be able to hear if he didn’t hush you, and that’s exactly what he wanted. for those stupid little pricks to hear how good he makes you feel. over and over.

his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing the soft skin. you whined louder this time. you were so goddamn submissive under his touch, it drove him crazy.

he raised his stolen t-shirt up your body, exposing your torso as he lowered his head. trailing kisses all over your soft skin. you were addicted to the feeling of his stubble against you, he’d barely done anything and you were already a whimpering mess. his head trailed lower and lower. licking the skin above your panty line as he hooks his fingers into the edges of the fabric. effortlessly peeling them down your legs and throwing them off to the side.

he began peppering kisses to your inner thighs, feeling his hot breath against your dripping cunt was driving you wild.

“leon…” you whimpered loudly, legs trembling in suspense of the act that he was about to do. you were expecting him to respond. something like “be patient” or “good girls know how to wait” but he didn’t, he latched his lips onto your clit, causing your back to arch off the bed. your hand flew to your mouth, biting down on the side to muffle your moans. but leon stopped.

“no, baby girl. let me hear you,” you nodded your head, staring down at him between your legs. noticing the glistening shine of your wetness on his chin under the dull lighting of the room.

“good girl,” he said before diving back in. aggressively eating you out as he’s done many times before. your moans were quick to fill the room. your hands flew down to grasp at his blonde hair. you spread your legs wider, giving him as much access to you as possible. to say he was addicted to your sweet essence was an understatement. the way you shivered with every delicate swipe of his tongue against your sensitive crevices. his tongue studying each and every one, torturously slow, with enough force to send you into oblivion.

“l-leon, i’m about to… i can feel it-” you whine breathlessly as your orgasm approaches. hitting you fast before you could continue your stuttered sentence. loud whiny moans filling the room as you rode out your high.

he didn’t halt until your legs began twitching, licking up all of the cum you provided for him in exchange for an orgasm. he climbed back up your body slowly, leaving sloppy kisses up your stomach along the way.

he was proud of himself knowing how good he could make you feel with little to no effort. enamored by the way your body reacted to his touches. he know the boys would’ve heard everything he’d just done, but of course, he wasn’t satisfied just yet. his hand wrapped it’s way back around your throat once his face aligned with yours, his chin damp with your cum.

“all wet,” you said, smiling as your hand raised to his face. tracing along the wet area of his face. “wanna make somethin else wet too,” you added, moving the same hand between your bodies and palming his hardened cock over his pants.

“where did you ever learn to be such a dirty girl?” he grunted, a slight smile on his face as he moved your hand and pinned it beside your head.

“we both know the answer to that,” you bit your lip as his hand tightened around your wrist, looking up at him through squinted eyes. he moved back to remove his shirt, and you bit your lip as he did so. you followed his steps and removed your own. clothes thrown carelessly to the floor.

he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and underwear down, not bothering to completely remove the articles of clothing. he was getting impatient. he hovered over you once again, his large hands separating your thighs as far as they could go and lined himself up with your dripping entrance. he wasted no time, thrusting forward and impaling you with his cock with no warning. you screamed, hands flying to grasp his shoulders as he quickly set a brutal pace. your back arched off the mattress, pressing firmly against leons as he pounded into you. legs wrapping tightly around his muscular body.

“oh, f-fuck. leon!” you moaned, the head of the bed clunking against the wall with each of his intense thrusts. he grunts into your ear sadistically, fingers leaving crescent shapes on your thigh as they dig into your skin.

“wanna feel you cumming around me, baby. think you can do that for me?” he asks, you nodded your head. tears dripping down your cheeks as the pleasure because too much for your body to cope with. it didn’t take long for another orgasm to pulse through your body, legs trembling around leons torso as you chant his name. before you could process anything else, he’d flipped you onto your stomach. shoving his cock deep inside you once more as he held your hips to him. despite being extremely sensitive from your previous orgasms, you still craved more of him. your loud moans echoed off the walls as he took you from behind. clenching your walls around him to coax his orgasm out of him. craving the feeling of his cum flooding into you. 

you felt another orgasm approach as his thrusts became sloppy, indicating that he was also moments away from finishing.

“leon!” you moan, clutching the bedsheets below as the two of you came together. leon eventually stopped once your highs had subsided. he tiredly flipped you onto your back once more, tracing his rough fingers along your damp cheek.

“mm… leon… y’think anyone heard us?” you ask, voice breathy as your tired body rests comfortably beneath him.

“hard for em not to,” he replies, tracing his finger along your bottom lip before placing a soft kiss there.

and it was safe to say they’d definitely heard based on the looks they were giving the two of you the following morning. leon smirked proudly, hand resting on your waist as the two of you walked past them. and even if they'd somehow not heard leon fucking your brains out, your obvious limp would easily give it away.

[viperify]

drabbles | ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⟢ late nights at the library.

All you crave is a break and sleep—but Tom Riddle being your tutor and boyfriend makes your life just a little bit more complicated.

“This is the third time you have gotten this wrong.”

You sighed, leaning back in the chair you were sitting in. “Tom, I know. I just— it’s late, okay? We have been here for what? Five hours?” 

He raised a brow, deep brown eyes meeting yours. “That’s right. So, any reason why you can’t remember? Do I need to explain it again?”

You wished you had known what you were signing up for when you started dating Tom. Endless hours of studying together. Him acting like your tutor when he was supposed to be your boyfriend. He had this never-ending ambition and motivation that you just couldn’t match in the slightest.

Yes, you were one of the better students as well, but nobody and nothing could match Tom Riddle—top student in every single class. Sometimes you wondered how he managed it all. How he could be so perfect. Studying, revising, prefect duties. It was almost like you needed an appointment to meet him, even as his girlfriend.

He seemed like a student as any other—though so special in his own way. The hunger for knowledge and power. The desire to become prefect, head boy, a professor. 

The softer side to him that only you would ever get to see—except when you were studying together, that is. 

“Please, can we just leave? I am so tired.”

You didn’t leave. Not until you finally got it right. Not until you were completely drained, eyelids fluttering closed every other minute.

“Come on, I will bring you to your dorm.” He said softly after returning the books to where you had taken them from. Taking your hand in his and helping you up, he led you out of the dark and empty library. There were no words needed when you arrived at your dorm. The look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know.

Tom exhaled, deeply. “Fine. But just this once.”

He always said that.

A minute later, you entered his dorm instead, and it was as if his guard had dropped the second the door closed behind you both. He took off his and your robes, hanging them on the coat stand behind you. 

And then, without hesitation, he gently pulled you into his arms. He held you close, your head buried against his chest as his hand caressed your hair, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Finally, your worries started to fade, exhaustion taking over. A soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he took in your expression, swiftly helping you out of your uniform and into your pyjamas. How he’d gotten them—you didn’t know, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

All you wanted was him—his kisses, his warmth, his support. 

Of course, he knew.

So that’s what he gave you—pulling you close as soon as the both of you lay down, pressing a gentle kiss to your soft lips before letting you cuddle into his side.

“I am proud of you, darling.” Tom whispered right before you drifted off to sleep, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I always am.”

You smiled softly in response, drawing soft patterns on his chest.

“I love you so much, Tommy.”

thank you for reading! feel free to reblog and leave feedback <3 — masterlist. | drabbles.

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A/N: Just a little fluffy drabble bc I crave this man’s love and support during exam season. Ugh. <- This is also why I will be posting a little less/shorter works due to me basically having no time to write for the coming two weeks! I love you guys and hope to be back to normal asap! <33

[notsodelirious]

Little Red Riding Hood

synopsis: your boyfriend’s a werewolf and sometimes he needs a little help with his ruts

notes: NFSW MDNI, also super unrealistic sex, reader is fucking a werewolf so like, they’re allowed to be a little elastic

tags: vaginal sex, monster sex, knotting, dubcon, referenced breeding kink, ftm reader, werewolf!Jason, 1k words, no use of y/n

no, I’ve got nothing to say for myself, I just like monsterfucking, enjoy

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He was a werewolf.

You knew this intellectually.

He had told you point blank.

He had shown you.

He was a werewolf.

Fully, through and through, without a doubt. A werewolf.

And yet mating seasons never occurred to you.

He explained it vaguely one evening when he said he’d be spending a little time away (ei. lost somewhere deep in the Rockies where nobody could find him).

You asked if you could come.

He scrunched his face and explained what would happen if you did. In vivid detail. How attached he’d get to you (even more than currently) how desperate he would get, doing anything and everything in his power to knot you, stuff you full of his cum, as much as your body could bear.

You just blinked up at him and smiled.

He worried that he’d hurt you during his rut—he’s heard of partners getting hurt during their werewolf’s heat; but you had pointed out most cases were cishet couples, from 100 years ago.

You’d been on T for a couple of mouth now, did strength training with him; he knew how strong you were.

It took a little more needling, a little more reassurance before he finally gave in.

A month later you found yourself in the Rockies.

You sat by the crackling bonfire, a beer in hand, simply enjoying the silence and the stars—Jason had left a little before the moon had risen to acclimatise himself alone.

Not that he lost all inhibitions when he shifted—the disorientation just made him a little violent—and you were perfectly okay not being around for that.

He promised he’d find you, no matter where you waited. And you believed him.

You kept an ear out on the forest, watching the shadows dance and flicker, embers and fireflies flitting across your eyes.

You shuffled closer to the fire—dressed in only a pair of old sweatpants and a dye stained hoodie, you were dressed for the hunt, not the temperature.

Jason didn’t want you freezing. You didn’t want him tearing off perfectly good clothes from your body—you weren’t worried about the aftermath. This was the compromise and you made do.

You used a stick to arrange the kindling when you heard a branch snap. Followed by a deep growl.

“Jason?”

You didn’t have time to turn.

You cushioned your face before your head could smack against the ground, grunting softly as you inhaled dirt and ashes.

You didn’t try fighting—it was far too late for that. You just squirmed in his grasp, massive hands holding you down as claws caught on the fabric of your clothes and tore them apart—swiftly, no hesitation.

You gasped and grumbled about the cold air, nipples pebbling as they scraped against the ground, uncomfortable but not yet painful.

“Jay?”

The beast—Jason—huffed, growled softly, nosing the back of your head as you felt the warm, heavy weight of his dick land against your back, making your heart stutter in anticipation.

He rutted against you, passively, almost disinterested in the act itself, more fascinated by your smell and touch, but leaked thick pre-cum down your back.

You almost whined when he pulled away, basking in the cherishment and body heat, almost having forgotten the threat of violence—only for your eyes to widen when you feel the tip of his cock press against your unprepared pussy.

“Jason-! Jason, wait!”

Your pleas went unheard—the tip of his cock pressed against your opening before splitting you open, tearing a scream from your throat. His fat cock forced its way between your walls, stretching you far beyond what you had ever experienced before—he pressed in deep into your body, his tip insistent against your womb, your stomach bulging slightly from how many inches he was stuffing into you.

You moaned brokenly as you were pulled all the way down to his pubic bone, handled like nothing more than a doll, limp and wheezing in his hands.

His warmth breath blew against your back as he huffed softly before he started to move—slowly at first, getting used to your tight warmth, clenching around him like a vice grip, he gradually sped up until he was fucking viciously into your body.

“Ah- ngh… Jas’n,” you mumbled as he thrusted into you with reckless abandon, bullying into your cervix, your stomach clenching as he threatened to push past it. “Ja-ay-“

Your face was pressed into the ground, his determined huffing against the shell of your ear, snapping his hips against yours, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the trees around you, your cries and pleas turning into nothing more than wet sobs and whines.

Your mind slipped into oblivion, the burning and pleasure in your pussy searing through your mind and you could do nothing more than sit there and take it as he bruised your insides, claws leaving indents into your soft skin.

You felt him get closer, felt him grow more desperate, whining and panting; his knot grew, catching on your rim once, twice before he was slamming in to the hilt, popping his knot into your abused pussy.

He growled, jackrabbiting against your ass, balls drawn and cock twitching inside you before he flooded your insides, marking you with his cum as he buried himself deep inside you, pumping loads into your welcoming cunt.

Your entire body fell for a moment, muscles relaxing as it forced itself to accept all of Jason, everything he had to give, his love and cum alike.

You were laid on your side, carefully, as if to not shatter your already ruined body, bruised and bleeding, and cut and trembling…

You hummed softly at the cold nose pressed into your neck.

You pushed it away weakly, blinking as the fog dissipated a little. You shifted, only to wince when your cunt tugged his knot—nearly making you gag at the sudden nausea.

He nudged you again, licking your cheek, appeasement as you breathed through the discomfort for a moment, focusing instead on the firm swell in your lower belly.

You chuckled breathlessly as you looked down at him, adoring and love stricken as he rested his big head against your chest.

You ran your hand through his fur, smiling as he chuffed.

“Does this mean we’re having cubs?” you asked softly, laughing again when his tongue darts out to lick your jaw.

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I’m thinking of either doing a part 2 or the other boys (Dick probably as a merman and Bruce as a dragon, idk) but all of that will have to wait until after my summatives — anyway, requests are still closed due to aforementioned essays and the slow process of writing the ones in my inbox, but here’s my masterlist for more works <3

[blog-de-una-persona-bi]

Did I ever tell y'all how almost all my fanfic ideas are based on ZoSan being an official relationship, but nobody noticing?? I mean, it is kinda obvious, lol.

Idk why, but it kinda hits me. I asked myself a few days ago: why do celebrities always date other celebrities?. And think about it, almost every celebrity is married or has dated another celebrity, the world is not that small.

So, what if Zoro is married to Sanji, a chef who's very famous in the community (like the neighbourhood), but is not actually a celebrity, and nobody knows bc they didn't marry using a ring, instead they used Zoro's earrings to marry (Sanji cannot use rings frequently, and he, as a romantic, wants to use it everyday, so they just kinda put it like that) and is not new so people never think is weir that he has 2 golden earrings and a blue and golden one.

But yeah, they think Zoro is asexual bc of an interview where they ask him: "would you date Hiyori?" And he said "heck no". "WHAT about Luffy" "are you kidding me? I WOULD NEVER DATE A MAN NOR A WOMAN".

People were very angry at him, bc even if they didn't know his sexualidad, he didn't have any right to talk to the interviewer like that.

A few days later, Zoro posts a video saying "My husband explained that the interviewer had no mean intentions and that I just exagerated everything, I already talked with them a few days ago, and we even had dinner at my husband's restaurant, but my husband told me to post a public apology".

The internet blows, nobody know his husband. And nobody knew he was married, they just kinda assumed he was asexual, bc in all his carrier (did I write that right?) He never dated anyone.

Zoro and his husband finally go to a gala together and everything is history.

The end.

Don't know where I get that from, sorry person who drew this 😭

[shockmastervoidstate]

Why you care so much about your CR

Feel too attached to the CR? In this post, I will tell you why and if you understand why, you can do something about it

Many of us feel somehow guilty for leaving the CR. We feel as if we would "escape" a trap, while leaving other poor souls behind.

I did a thought experiment and reflected on it with my knowledge of psychology and I think I figured out why we feel this way.

It's because our ego, identity and purpose are determined by other people.

It's human nature. Psychology professor Martin Seligman, who talks a lot about positive psychology, explains how we derive our purpose from those around us.

We are, essentially, nobody without others. We would just be wandering around, eating when hungry and sleeping when tired until we die.

But since we live in social networks, we have a certain self-image that is given to us by others. A kid who is always praised for their intelligence will see themself and behave like a smart person. They gravitate towards hobbies, jobs and tasks where they can use their brains for their own good and the good of others.

Our ego holds on strongly to our identity, and everything that questions our identity is scary and stressful. The smart kid from my example will quickly develop confidence and pride in his intellect. However, the worst thing that could happen to him is failure to complete their intellectual tasks, especially when others can observe it. This would lead to an identity crisis.

We all have identities that consist of a whole set of labels.

We all are members of families and communities (like shifting Tumblr, haha). As a result, each of us has a unique set of responsibilities.

Our ego doesn't want us to just let go of it, its survival depends on it, and in extreme cases, our survival depends on it, since we puny humans are as good as dead without community.

The ego doesn't understand the concept of shifting realities. It knows only itself and hates and fears everything that threatens it.

"Reality is a prison and people are the prison bars"

Because they tell us who we are and we believe it.

Even when we shift or manifest, aren't our desires at least partly predetermined?

Almost all shifters choose realities and people that they saw in this CR. Almost all shifters want to be human and live human lives. Almost all shifters want to embody attributes that their community values, such as beauty, style, wealth, kindness or cruelty, intelligence, success, confidence, strength, tolerance or intolerance, uniqueness or fitting in.

It's no wonder that we can't just leave like that, when everything we learned to value was determined by our communities here.

Especially when you do not embody attributes that are valued by your community. You want to shift to be rich/successful/beautiful, but you value these attributes, because you were taught to.

And now you're on a quest to get the job done, but when you want to shift for these things, your ego and identity have something to say.

"What about me? What about your CR self? What about your CR community?"

What about them, they will always be here and they have always been here, since every moment exists forever in the multiverse.

But your ego and identity, that could only exist thanks to linear time, doesn't understand shifting.

"Don't leave me behind. Shifting isn't real, it's just a lucid dream. Go back to work, you need to take care of my, sorry, I meant your business. Yes, your business. Not mine, don't look at me like that."

Honestly, when I did my thought experiment, I saw how absurd "shifter's guilt" is.

Imagine you were living on a lonely island, just catching fish when hungry, throwing rocks when bored and sleeping when tired.

You don't have a mirror. Even if you looked into one, you wouldn't know if you were beautiful or ugly, because there is nobody else to compare with. You also don't know if you're strong or smart or funny. You have no concept of these things.

There is nobody to impress and nobody to help. You just live.

Now imagine you discovered a portal to a different island, one that's a little bit nicer. Would you go?

Yes, you would. Your life will be the same, just a little bit nicer. You leave nothing behind. Not anybody else, not your identity, because you don't have one.

"Hey shockmaster, what the hell should I do now?"

There are some things that can help you detach from your CR to shift.

1) Consider how much you want to detach from your CR. Do you want it to vanish forever or just make the bonds a little weaker? This will determine what steps are suitable.

2) Always remind yourself that you are awareness, not a physical body. You are just aware of it.

You can do this by saying affirmations or by consuming media that support this belief.

3) Question labels. Do you call yourself lazy? Why? Because someone you know works harder? Or your teacher said so?

4) Question your values. Do you like strength? Why? Because you felt unsafe in some situation? Because someone you know admires strength?

5) Treat the CR like a dream. It's not special. You may have not shifted much, but you had so many dreams. What makes them less valid than the CR? Think carefully about this. Could it be that your ego wants you to forget and discard your dreams so that you can focus more on egoic interests?

Don't forget to treat the people in your CR as dream characters, at least in your mind. Your ego likely thinks that your relationships are special, but are they really? Would you be friends with the boys and girls from school if you had never gone to school? Would you live with your parents if they weren't your parents?

6) Shift to a DR that is similar to your CR. If you just can't help it and feel like you have business to do in the CR, do them in a nicer CR.

7) Shift for a vacation. Just go on an adventure and then return to your CR. Have fun, your ego will not mind, hopefully. But if done successfully, your ego will comprehend shifting much better. It will get easier.

8) Abandon your CR identity and shift to a reality that is extremely different. A good choice for people that think their CR is totally inadequate. Use the LoA and embody your new identity already.

9) Achieve the void state. You'll be liberated from your identity and ego enough to shift to any reality without persistence. Lucid dreams and astral projections are effective, too.

Good luck! Live how you want.

[somethingg5]

Chapter 6

8pm at Paige and Azzis house

“WHO'S READY TO PARTY!!! Of course with moderation we've got a baby on the way.” KK yells as she barges into their house. Azzi and Paige make eye contact knowing that tonight was going to be a long one. Paige helped KK bring in the food and drinks from KK’s car and they all were sitting watching a basketball game. Not too long after Nika and Jana walk through the door. “Where’s the momma?” Jana said excited to see Azzi. Caroline came in with Ice. “Hello! Its so good to see you all!” Azzi said, attempting her best to stand up from the couch. Paige noticed her struggle and helped her up. It was the small things that Azzi needed help with. Getting up, tying her shoes, and even zipping her pants. But Paige was always there to help. KK and Ice decided to go live. “HEY Y'ALL IT'S KK and Ice! We are here with Caroline and I think the rest are in the kitchen.” Paige rolled her eyes at KK because she was walking a fine line of the word knowing about Azzi. So, KK ended the concert early. 

“OOO I want to dance!” Nika said looking at Paige, her undefeated Just Dance partner. “I'm down,” Paige said, moving from next to Azzi. “Alright! We gonna beat you all nobody gets better scores than us!” Paige said fist bumping Nika as they loaded into the game. As they started dancing everyone around them was laughing and throwing pillows at them. Azzi laughed so hard that she had to run to the bathroom. Paige, not knowing what happened, dropped the remote and followed her. “Az- baby, it's me are you okay?” Paige said to the bathroom door hoping Azzi would open it and let her in. “Paige you can't dance… I literally peed my pants.” Azzi said, opening up the door. “NAH I can dance, you just caught me on a bad day.” Paige pleaded with Azzi who was still laughing. 

They all settled back on the floor and couches, they got into a rhythm of just talking with each other.

This is their conversation:

Nika: So Azzi, what's the plan for the birth? 

Azzi: Honestly, I don't really know. I just want Paige there and whatever else happens is what happens.

Caroline: So do you all have any names picked out? 

KK: YES do you? 

Paige: Not really it's been so busy that we haven't really had time. Why yall got suggestions? 

KK: Yeah KK Junior 

Paige: HA no KK i love you but no. 

KK: You are a grade A hater Paige Bueckers 

Ice: Maybe Haven? 

Azzi: Oh that's pretty I like it. Haven Bueckers. 

Nika: What's gonna happen with basketball when she comes? 

Paige: I talked with CD and Geno and I think I'll just take a game and a practice off but I'm home most of the time so I dont think it will be a huge issue. 

Caroline: Oh that's good!

They had just been talking about memories when Azzi started to feel uncomfortable. Her stomach started tightening and, “Ugh- UGH- OUCH!” Azzi exclaimed, grabbing her stomach. Everyone stopped and all faced Azzi who leaned forward in pain. “AZ! What's wrong? Talk to me.” Paige grabbed Azzis hand and talked to her. “I think I had a contraction? I'm so early though. It can't be labor. No. It can't be right?” Azzi worked herself into a panic and everyone around started doing something. Ice called a nurse hotline. KK and Caroline got water and food. Nika massaged Azzis back. “Shhh it's okay” Nika said. The pain had settled and the nurse picked up. She explained that it is normal to have contraction-like symptoms. They are called braxton hicks. Everyone took a deep breath knowing that their friend didn't just go into labor. “Damn that was crazy are you okay Azzi?” Ice said as she hung up the phone. “Yeah you had us scared there almost thought a baby was gonna pop out at any second.” KK said and Paige hit her head. “KK it dont work like that.” Paige said. As the team said their goodbyes, Azzi could help but think about labor. The pain. Was she able to do it? Paige could tell she was scared. It was only a matter of time. Paige knew how to cheer Azzi up so she went to the closet and got out their portable heart beat monitor. “You wanna listen to the baby?” Paige looked at Azzi who was curled on her side on the bed. “Yeah I do.” Azzi faced forward and laid on her back. She rolled up her shirt and Paige put the probe to her stomach. They searched for a little and found the heartbeat. It sounded like music to Azzis ears. Their baby. Their little girl. They listened to it for a while whenPaige cleaned Azzis stomach from the gel and they went to sleep.

This was a shorter chapter but Im excited for what is to come yay!!

[takusan-no-ai]

In Love with Love

PAIRING: Yanagi/Miyabi/Grace/Koleda x Male Reader (Romantic) (Separate)

SUMMARY: They have a crush on (Y/N), Phaethon’s younger brother.

Things were, awkward, at first. You weren’t aware of how your siblings became friends with Section 6, but you knew it had to be more than Random Play. Your curiosity led to you spending time with Yanagi; and being Phaethon’s younger brother, Yanagi acted like a mother to you; despite you being close in age. She’d share her favorite red bean buns with you. And sometimes while relaxing outside, Yanagi would sing a lullaby as you rested next to her.

But that didn’t deter your drive to discovering the truth. Which you eventually did. Just when things seemed like they couldn’t get worse, Soukaku let it slip one afternoon that everyone in Section 6 knew. It was shocking to Yanagi why that hurt you; she assumed you were a part of the proxy business. So, when she saw how hurt you were it was like the natural caring side of her resurfaced; she apologized and reassured you that nobody at Section 6 meant any harm. Especially herself. Why she insisted on that? She couldn’t explain.

You had a hard time being upset at Yanagi, her sincerity shining through. While you had issues with your family, you still cared for them. And similarly you still cared for Yanagi and Soukaku, both of which you had bonded with. So you both were amicable with each other. You even became a big brother figure to Soukaku, something that Yanagi really loved; the way you treated her made Yanagi see you in a more mature light.

Naturally that came with seeing…other parts of you differently. She became hyper aware of your presence. Yanagi could easily find you in a crowd, and she’d always have a dopey smile on her face as she watched you. Please don’t tease her for that time you handed her a red bean bun and she stood frozen, over analyzing your action, until she bit it while you still held it. Romance was never her strong suit.

It was finally afternoon, after some long and grueling decades at work. At least for Soukaku it felt that long. With Yanagi and (Y/N) right behind her, the group made their way to Waterfall Soup in Lumina Square.

“C’mon Nagi! (Y/N)! I’m starving!” Soukaku was practically dragging them forward, her stomach growling so loud it scared away the birds.

“Patience, Soukaku.” Yanagi corrected her.

“The noodles aren’t going anywhere.” (Y/N) chimed in.

Soukaku eased back on her whining, preferring to rub her stomach in what would normally be exaggerated pain for any other child. Yanagi giggled at her, walking slightly faster so the little oni wouldn’t have to be in hunger any longer.

But as she walked Yanagi tripped over a small stone that had blended in with the street pavement. (Y/N) quickly caught her, helping her readjust her glasses. “You okay Yanagi? That was a close one.”

But she couldn’t answer his question, too focused on the close proximity. His cologne. His beautiful eyes. The comfort of being enveloped in his arms—

“Hehehe.” Soukaku was giggling right next to Yanagi. The latter quickly fixed her heel, walking ahead to hide her encroaching blush. (Y/N) stared off at her quickly departing figure, making a small glance at Soukaku, who was still fighting off a large grin.

Now sitting at Waterfall Soup, Soukaku immediately started digging in. Yanagi and (Y/N), who were sitting next to each other, watched her with a smile.

“I think I get it.” (Y/N) whispered. Yanagi turned to look at him, a questioning look on her face. He continued, “This is probably how Wise and Belle felt. Watching over me like a child.” Yanagi nodded.

“Even though I know Soukaku is capable, I still want to protect her.” She said. “But I won’t shelter her from everything. Instead, I’ll teach her so she can be ready.”

(Y/N) gazed at Yanagi, a soft smile encompassing his face. She looked at him for a moment before hastily turning away. Again she was made aware of how close they were. Shoulders almost touching. Why was he looking at her like that? She wondered.

“You would be an amazing wife, Yanagi. And an even better mother.” He mumbled. His smile had turned into a cheeky grin as he watched her face turn fifty shades of red.

“Fl-flirting is not appropriate around children, (Y/N).” She tried to state her claim firmly, but her stutter made it lackluster.

“Who said I was flirting? Unless that’s what you want me to do?” He teased.

Yanagi resigned to eating her noodles, not trusting her voice. But she didn’t decline his offer.

Soukaku cleared her throat. Both of them froze up, having forgotten for a moment where they were.

“So…,” she started.

“…are you guys getting married now? Like the princess and prince in my storybook?”

Miyabi was initially indifferent when she met Phaethon’s younger brother, but that quickly changed when she realized you were both flocks of the same feather. The silly back and forth’s, training (goofing off), like kindred spirits, it was as if you’d known each other for years. You made Miyabi feel young again, before being a void hunter came with such responsibility. While you were curious as to how Belle and Wise knew a void hunter, like smoke over the screen, you opted to ignore the obvious.

You had later found out about your siblings side business, and you thought it was a secret they kept between themselves. So when Miyabi mentioned in passing, asking why you don’t go into hollows or train to fight in them, it was safe to say you were confused. That’s when she reveals that, yes, everybody at Section 6 knew. And you felt so blindsided. But you knew she didn’t mean harm and Miyabi had more things to worry about than keeping a secret like that from you.

So instead of seething about it all you decided to be proactive; you asked Miyabi to train you. To which she agrees. That way you could join Belle and Wise in their proxy work. Prove to them that you’re capable. Of course Miyabi warns you of what being a “hero” meant, that she would train you to survive and overcome that hardship, but that it was an unavoidable risk. She was so serious about it, and truth be told she was hesitant to even train you; all because she didn’t want to lose you.

Miyabi had an inkling of what she felt for you, but she chalked it up to her being possessive of someone she cares for. That feeling motivated her to train you to your limits. And while seeing the progress you made in such a short time was impressive, it was a little hard for her to remain focused. There were two brain cells in her mind fighting: one was worried about you going into a hollow, the other was busy ogling your body like she’d never seen a shirtless man before.

Slash!

Miyabi’s blade clashed against (Y/N)’s. This was their new training regime. It took a while, but (Y/N) could now wield a sword decently enough. “Your core strength has improved. However your arms are still too tense. You’ll cramp up before you can overpower your opponent.” She stated.

(Y/N) could only grunt in response. He was still parrying every one of her attacks. It was a constant barrage. He could tell she was going easy on him though. Something (Y/N) was currently very grateful for.

Having said that, Miyabi wasn’t doing it intentionally. She didn’t want to go easy on him. She wanted (Y/N) to truly undergo the kind of training he would need to survive the hollows. But she was too lost in thought, only making the occasional comment about his stance.

It had gotten to a point where they both started taking it too seriously. (Y/N) was getting eager, deciding to try and move on the offense. But anytime he did Miyabi would strike for a finishing blow, something he would just barely dodge. Not without a small graze either.

She was getting more distracted.

The thought of him getting killed by an ethereal.

Or the thought of him turning into one.

She couldn’t bear to see such a future come to pass. So she wanted him to be fierce, to go through a brutalizing, almost tortuous phase. All so that he would never have to endure such a fate. And so that if anything were to happen to her…

“…so that you could finish me.” She mumbled.

“Miyabi!” His shouting finally brought her back to reality. She snapped out of it, now realizing her mistake.

(Y/N) was using all of his strength to hold back her attack. Just inches away from his head.

Miyabi dropped her sword and fell down to her knees. (Y/N) took a moment to catch his breath before crawling over to her, holding her in his arms. She was trembling.

“What’s wrong, Miyabi?” He asked.

She sucked in a deep breath. Just talking felt like a stab in the gut. But like a broken dam, those emotions came bursting out with no end in sight.

“I don’t want to risk losing someone else again. All I have left is my father. What of my colleagues? The ones I’ve come to call my friends? What if…I become like my mother? Who will slay me?”

(Y/N) looked at her in bewilderment, eyebrows scrunched and breath hitched. What could he say? Should he tell her it’ll be okay? Or that she won’t have to worry about anything?

Instead, he comforted her the only way he knew how.

“I promise you, Miyabi, that I will live.” (Y/N) held her tighter. She stopped trembling, looking at him in astonishment.

“How can you promise that?”

“Because…,” he held her face, “…I promise to live for my family and friends no matter our disputes. And even more so than that, I promise to live for my love for you, Miyabi.”

It didn’t stop her from believing the danger she could become. And it couldn’t possibly prevent the possibility of death. But it did comfort her. And it did make her smile.

“I promise to love you too.”

Grace, being as antisocial as always, didn’t pay much attention to you at first. That was until you showed an interest in her “children”. Who knew Random Play was hiding such a sweetheart! She got to work immediately showing you how she makes them, even offering to teach you a thing or two. And when you made one together it led to you both roleplaying as the “child’s” mom and dad. Grace wasn’t prepared for the shock when she day dreamed what the real thing would be like while upgrading Belobog’s machinery.

Grace never intentionally kept the proxy work a secret, the topic simply never came up. Besides, updating you on her babies always felt more important. But she did feel bad for you. She saw a bit of sweat pea in you, being unable to trust your family. That doubt is hard to diminish. Logically she knows with enough time you’ll get through it and make amends with everyone, but for some reason she still couldn’t seem to focus afterwards. Especially when she thought of the hurt look you gave her in passing.

Surprisingly Grace is the one who changes, hunting you down to spend time together. She couldn’t explain why she wanted to spend time with some guy when her robots existed, but she couldn’t get you off her mind. So she just went with it. Plus your constant frowning wasn’t good at all; she really wanted you to smile like before. And so with her mission to make you happy, your own attraction for her grows more than before.

She steps out of her comfort zone, opting to make more time for a human instead of being nose deep in her work. It’d been a long time since Grace actually did something other than rant about her children, so the sudden change to being hyper aware of your smile, laugh, likes, dislikes, the times your hands would bump into each other…it was more than a little overwhelming. For once Grace actually started to regret being “single as hell” most of her life prior to meeting you.

Grace waited eagerly on her stool, fiddling with one of her machine cores. Who was she waiting for? Why (Y/N) of course! They agreed to meetup at Belobog Heavy Industries since he wanted to learn more about making advanced machines.

Both Grace and (Y/N) knew it was because he wanted a distraction. Something to challenge himself until he felt like he could talk to his siblings about Phaethon…

But that was enough about sad thoughts! Ben’s knock on her door had Grace racing to open it. “Uh, Miss Grace, please try to keep the expenses low. I know you’re excited to teach (Y/N), but—”

“Aw, don’t worry Ben! It won’t cost too much.” Grace said with a gleam in her eyes. Ben escorted (Y/N) inside, leaving with hefty sigh.

From then on it was completely quiet. Grace knew what she was doing when it came to tech, but explaining it was another matter. So she opted to show (Y/N) instead first. Saying the occasional “Good” or “Move it a little to the left”, she pretty much left him to his own devices.

“Grace?” He asked.

“Yeah?” She replied.

“I get that you’re going out of your way and all…,” he turned around to look at her, “…but do you think you could help me a little? I’m not a licensed mechanic like you so this is all new to me.”

Grace, who had been hovering above him and watching like a hawk, gawked. “Oh! I guess I have been a little…distant. I learnt most of this from my own experiences so I was kind of hoping it’d be the same for you…,” she trailed off.

Grace wasn’t lying when she said this. However it wasn’t the full truth. Yeah, she had been distant during it because she wanted to see (Y/N) in his element. But she also didn’t want to stand too close to him. Her heart beat, blushing face, and distracted thoughts were clear indicators of…something Grace would rather ignore.

(Y/N) grasped her hand suddenly and pointed her finger towards one of the modules. “Do I put this on or not for the next step?” Grace could feel her hand sweating and she was so grateful to be wearing gloves. But she was again getting distracted. Something about the way he held her hand, it got her thinking.

A ring in a box…

Church bells chiming…

Doves flying…

And him holding her hand softly, a smile on his face as they walked down the aisle…

“Hello??? Grace!” He called out to her again, snapping Grace out of her thoughts. She fanned her face with her other hand, humming and pretending to be lost in thought.

“Uuuh—yes! Remove that part!” She said confidently.

“But I haven’t even added it in yet.” (Y/N) reminded her. She deadpanned. “You okay, Grace? You seem really distracted today. Which is weird considering your kink for machines—”

“It is NOT a kink! It is a pure love and admiration!” She quickly defended herself. (Y/N) laughed at her quick retort, almost hunching over. Grace huffed in annoyance, eyebrows twitching and cheeks puffed.

“And to think I wanted to make a child with you.” She mumbled angrily.

(Y/N) stopped laughing.

Grace stopped pouting.

(Y/N) started blushing. “You-you meant like a robot…right?” He had to confirm that.

“O-of course! What else could I have meant?!” She shouted while covering her face, now red as her sweet pea’s hair.

“We st-still could. And we technically already have. What would today change?” He added.

Grace looked at him completely flabbergasted. And they say she’s bad a romance! He didn’t even understand what she said at all!

“The difference is that was a love confession!” She said while crossing her arms. Her eyes were squinted, clearly indicating (Y/N)’s next words were to be said carefully.

He covered his face, hiding his blush. “I mean I love you too but that wasn’t obvious at all.”

“What about it wasn’t—! Wait what?”

From the get-go Koleda liked you. Finally! Someone who didn’t tease her for her size or mistake her for a child! Being treated like an adult with you was very calming. In fact it made Koleda not so paranoid about appearing “childish”. She could have a calm, nonsensical conversation with you one moment, and gorge on desserts the next. Especially since most of the guys at work had a hard time believing she was the boss at Belobog. But you? You believed her instantly and showed her with respect.

Koleda was made aware that you didn’t know of the proxy work your siblings did. However she felt it wasn’t her place to intervene in your family affairs. Which is why she sympathized with you when you inevitably found out. She went through similar trust issues with her father, so Koleda understood what it’s like to question the trust of your loved ones.

But you were offended she didn’t even try to tell you. If she knew how you felt then why not tell you the truth? You could see why Koleda didn’t want to be involved but it still felt unfair. Koleda didn’t feel the same though. When you told her how upset the secrecy made you, she told you to be more mature. Because what she saw before her in her mind was a little boy who risked abandoning his family in a fit of pain. She saw herself in you and wanted you to take time to think about your feelings. But nonetheless, a strife was brewing between you two.

It was always thorny from then on whenever you became the topic of discussion at Belobog. Everyone would get quiet, looking away anxiously, quickly changing the subject. But Grace wasn’t having any of it. With the help of Anton and Ben, they successfully encouraged Koleda to have a proper discussion with you. It was tricky, but when Grace started teasing her for getting in a disagreement with her “crush”, Koleda quickly bolted out of there to get it done and over with.

“Ugh!” She groaned. Koleda was currently waiting outside of Random Play for (Y/N). She kept circling around the building, kicking rocks and second guessing herself; she reaches out for the door and immediately backpedals away for what felt like hours on end.

Wise was currently working at the counter, whilst Belle was out making a stock run, and as for (Y/N) he was…somewhere. Tensions were still there with his siblings, but they still treated each other well enough, so he didn’t leave home. That much Koleda knew for a fact.

Eventually Wise took pity on her and approached the nervous Koleda outside. “Hey, looking for my little bro?” He asked. Koleda was going to deny it, not wanting to acknowledge how obvious she must’ve looked, but the smarter option would be to swallow her pride.

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to him. Know where he is?” Wise nodded in response.

He pointed towards Godfinger. “He’s been there for a little while now. Think he’s playing games to blow off some steam.” After being pointed in the right direction by Wise, Koleda thanked him and made her way over to the arcade.

It was in there that she saw him playing Bizarre Brigade. She took and deep breath and walked over to him. He was so absorbed in the game that he didn’t even notice her.

“Excuse me.” Koleda cleared her throat. Normally she would wait for someone to finish gaming but this was important.

“Still standing there?” He said.

Okay so apparently he did see her!

“Yeah! C’mon, let’s go somewhere more private. I need to talk to you, (Y/N).” She said.

He finished the game, having reached the final level on endless mode. (Y/N) turned to look at her clearly, his face cringing. “About what? How I’m immature?” His snarky remark had Koleda’s knuckles twitch.

She took a deep breath. “I get that what I said hurt your feelings; thats why I’m here to talk to you.”

He sighed. “Fine. Lead the way, munchkin.” He said with a smirk. Koleda could feel her blood boiling.

“Sure! Just remember that I’m the perfect height to break your knee caps!”

She led him to the bench outside of Box Galaxy, where they both sat at the furthest ends. (Y/N) had his arms crossed, looking indifferently at his surroundings. Koleda on the other hand was fiddling with her fingers, not really having planned this far ahead.

“Aren’t ya gonna say something?” He chided.

“I didn’t think this far ahead!” She replied. (Y/N)’s eyebrow was raised, a more than confused look on his face.

“Then why come here?”

“Because! It’s…important that I say this.” She took a deep breath, scooting over so that she was now looking directly at him. “I’m sorry.”

(Y/N) shivered a little.

“It wasn’t fair to call you immature for sharing how you felt; that was actually more mature than just being quietly angry at me for a reason I wouldn’t have known.”

He could feel his breath hitch.

“I still don’t regret not getting involved—”

“And I understand why you didn’t want to be.” He cut in.

Koleda breathed easily now, seeing as to how (Y/N) was less stiff than before. “Yeah. But the main reason I told you that was because I didn’t want you to make any hasty decisions or come to any conclusions without thinking it through.” Her voice trailed off, leaving a void of silence in the air.

“Koleda…,”

“The world lied to me about my father and I didn’t find out until it was too late. At least you still get to make amends. So…don’t make the same mistake that I did; or else you may regret it.” She said while fighting back tears.

(Y/N) stood up and walked off to the convenience store, leaving Koleda confused. He quickly returned with a small chocolate bar in his hand.

“Here.” He handed it to her, wiped the tears from her eye, and smiled. “I’m sorry too, Koleda. Let’s put it all behind us and start over again.” He comforted her.

Koleda smiled in return, already taking a bite out of her chocolate bar.

“This time how about we start dating?” He asked.

…

…

…

She almost choked to death.

- Fin

[lemonmint-the-neko]

not allowed. just... no. /ref

explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like “male”, “female”, “nonbinary”, “masculine”, “feminine” or “androgynous”.

go!

[mohntilyet]

discovered the first other asian dragon age fans i’ve ever seen through ur asian dellamortes art (which i owe u my life for)!! ur doing the makers work. one silver lining to the Thing About Asians in thedas is that if they ‘don’t exist’ we can put them anywhere. i’ll start: every nevarran. no death rituals go harder than asian death rituals. plus emmrich was born to be chinese there is nothing we love more than longevity, gold, and academic prowess. 新年快乐！！sry for the ramble im just hype to see someone who has Same Thoughts 🤩🤩

AUGH OK. SORRY TO THROW ALL THESE ASKS TOGETHER BUT HIIII.!!!!! it's been so sweet to see so many asian fans in the tags and the reblogs, LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH. gaider may never ever take away the ability to project from us

FULL DISCLOSURE i am south asian but grew up in east asia (yes. i did bomb every chinese dictation i ever participated in while at school) but yes omg!!!! happy new year!!!! i miss celebrating lunar new year so bad and the celebrations around it like if i don't get lai see i'll die (<- guy who is far too old to be receiving lai see anymore)

AND THE EMMRICH THING. ACTUALLY SCREAMED OUTLOUD LOL YOU ARE SO FUCKING REALLLLL. it does make me think of grave sweeping (qingming iirc) and i know bioware is obviously trying to invoke a somewhat egyptian thing (mummification, tombs, etc) but not if it's me. not if it's my asian dragon age

[puppppppppy]

footnotes arent enough I need you to talk to me like im fucking Amelia Bedelia

[apocalypticdemon]

I am so beyond ready to quit this job. Wednesday cannot come fast enough.

[rileylastname]

extreme sensitivity and difficulty adapting to change is one of the most challenging parts of being autistic (to me, i am only speaking my for myself here, every single autistic person is different). small changes, even positive changes are liable to cause a meltdown. the world is such a scary place when you know that things changing, as all things do, could send you into a spiral. and it’s so difficult to explain to allistics why we’re reacting the way that we do, especially when you know it seems like an overreaction... but this is how i describe it:

you know that feeling when you got a haircut that you hated and were doing everything you could to hold back the tears? that “oh no oh no oh no” moment when you look in the mirror and realize you hate how it looks, and now there’s a sob bubbling up in your throat and you’re trying so hard to choke it back down so that you don’t cry in public but the more you look the harder it feels to bottle it all in?

i feel and often react that way to everyday situations and changes. i cut my nails a little bit shorter than I’m used to? meltdown. or we got a new toaster to replace the old one? meltdown. or my phone updated and everything is different? meltdown and now i can’t stop crying! (these are all real examples of real things from my real life that caused me to have real meltdowns btw.) and in the midst of my stress i can’t help but berate myself for losing it over something like that, and of course shame and self-loathing only exacerbate the meltdown.

i am constantly trying to work through my internalized ableism about this. I spent years being called dramatic and immature, confused about why i was unable to grapple with things my peers found entirely inconsequential. i wish that i didn’t feel guilty or embarrassed about the way that i naturally react to stressful situations (especially situations that are probably not nearly all that stressful to allistics) because I know that if I could hate myself into becoming someone I liked better, it would have worked by now.

[im-boned]

this is like the most niche thing ive ever imagined with an f/o but i like thinking that papyrus could call my bluffs really easily when no one else can. specifically UMM self care and health bluffs? i dont really lie about it. i just intentionally leave stuff out so people dont worry? like, if someone asks "have you eaten today?" ill be like "oh yea i ate before i came here! ^_^" but then i tactfully leave out the part where the only thing i ate was, like, a piece of candy i found on my floor or something and prior to that i hadnt eaten for a week, and things of that nature. and people never ever realize when im bluffing which is convenient for me but obviously Bad in general, but. i like imagining that paps of all people can just sort of innately Tell when im hiding something or skewing the truth just a little bit

[valeriehalla]

I am so utterly fascinated by “Saki”, the 18-year-running mahjong manga in which you, the reader, become gradually, frog-boilingly aware (over the course of nearly two decades’ worth of mahjong tournaments) that none of these girls are wearing underwear and most of their boobs are slowly expanding.

I need you to understand that I have, like, an anthropological level fascination with this comic. From the perspective of someone who is also a comic artist and writer, two things delight me about it:

the fact that I understand completely how an artist gets from “the fans can have a little hint of skirted asscheek” to “the pussy is completely out on center page” over the course of 18 years; and

the way in which the pussy being out is treated by the characters and diegesis as being utterly unremarkable.

Okay. Point 1. The frog-boiling.

Let me put this in perspective for you. There was already a meme about how the characters in “Saki” don’t wear underwear when I was in middle school. I am thirty now. Okay? And it’s still going.

In the time since, this has stopped being a joke. It is now indisputable canon. This is not because anyone outright says it at any point. It’s because the underwear ran out of places to hide. I’m obsessed with this thought: somewhere in the over 20 volumes of “Saki”, there is a panel in which underwear was objectively deconfirmed. And it would be so hard to figure out where that panel actually is. Maybe the artist didn’t even realize it when she drew it! The frog? Boiling!!

And of course there is also the breast expansion. I don’t know how to put a spin on this. They are just expanding. Like, this happens a lot with artists: you define a character as being, in your mind, “the one with the big boobs”, and over the years you emphasize that trait further and further so that the signal doesn’t get lost in the noise. It’s just that normally—in like a wildly popular manga series about mahjong published by literally Square Enix, for example—normally there would be a point at which the boobs stopped getting bigger. Like, an editor would step in or something. Or you would get to the point where you cannot draw the character in the same panel as her mahjong tiles without her breasts spilling over the tiles, and you’d go, “Well, this is now untenable.”

That did not happen. There is no ceiling. The frog is soup.

Point 2. The complete and utter mundanity of all of this.

It’s like this, okay: there’s no shortage of trashy ecchi manga out there. There’s a million other comics doing wildly bawdier things with wildly more improbable bishoujos.

The vibe with “Saki” is different.

It’s hard to explain this, but it feels like the world of the comic is fundamentally uninterested in the fanservice happening on the page. I cannot describe it as “leering”, because I cannot conceive of a person in the story from whose point of view one would leer. I think the artist is probably into it—I can’t imagine anyone is making her do this—but “Saki” the comic has no opinion on the matter.

There are essentially no male characters in “Saki”. Like, there was one guy? Kind of? At the very beginning? But he is gone now. They put him back in the toybox. He does not exist. It appears to be some level of canonical that in the world of “Saki”, almost all humans are women. Those women are sometimes romantically into each other. According to comments the artist has made on Twitter (which I cannot source), they have lesbian baby technology, so it’s no problem. It’s so much not a problem that the story is about mahjong, instead of any of that.

So, like, the fiction here appears to be this: this is the, like, meta-narrative of the fanservice of “Saki”, right: it’s just normal that they don’t wear underwear and their boobs are arbitrarily big. It’s been normal. It was normal before the story of the manga began. It’s just how things are. Nobody bats an eye about it, and if they do, it’s in sort of a lesbian kind of way so like what’s the problem, we love lesbians here. This is literally normal for girls.

The fanservice simply diffuses into this all-encompassing aura of disembodied, ambient sluttiness. The framing of the panels demands you acknowledge it, and the story demands you already be over it, because it’s mahjong time now, and we’re playing mahjong.

Do you get??? why I’m so fascinated??? Are you not a little enraptured???

Anyway, I have no idea how to end this weird post. I guess the conclusion is that women stay winning????

[mosspapi]

I'm realizing now that I think a big part of the reason I've felt so "mean" or "rude" or "disrespectful" the last few months is I'm simply not masking. I've almost forgotten I even 'should' be bcuz my brain is just not working the same anymore. And if I DO remember it's smth I 'should' be doing,I don't have the energy or mental capacity to try and figure out what tone to use or what people r wanting from me or what's socially acceptable, so I'm just using my normal tone. Which is flat and monotone and blunt and apparently a little aggressive. Which is. Not ideal

[thephantomsdream]

"If you keep staring at me like that, I'll have to ask you what are we?" Imagine being the witness of a serious crime, but the team thought you were involved somehow and needed to rule you out. Cue to big, scary, mysterious, masked Ghost trying to intimidate you by existing near you.

Soap snorts and pats Ghost on the back, which earns a glare from him, all after the man blinked confused. He had pretty eyes. Gaz moves to a corner to smile way too much, and Price sighs loudly.

After a few more minutes of explaining that you were just on your way to your shitty job and that they needed to wrap this up before you are to inevitably getting fired, Ghost still looks straight into your soul, now with more intensity somehow.

At this point, you grit your teeth. You might legit not have a job after this, since you're already half an hour late, and this (weirdly cute) fucker is trying to read your thoughts.

"Oh, you're really into me, aren't you?" He blinks seemingly uninterested and you raise a brow at him, starting a staring contest until Price (as he previously introduced himself) got in between you two.

"I don't think you understand the situation that you're in." It took all of your will to not groan like a child and roll your eyes at him.

Cue to another round of you doubling down and explaining that you're extremely lame but a good person, all while Gaz still looks you up.

"She might be telling the truth, boss." He whispered to Price in the corner of the abandoned shop they broke onto to have some privacy. The man has been trying to confirm your identity all this time, meanwhile you looked up at your number one fan to say "I told you so" and gave him an exasperated sigh when you already caught him intensely staring into your eyes.

"Seriously..." You mutter and you almost believe seeing a crinkle of amusement in his eyes. Your eyes almost twitched. "I pronounce us husband and wife." You say, rolling your eyes at him. Yeah, take that, fuck-face. You childishly thought, absolutely thriving at his slow, surprised blink. Soap cackled and tried to hide it with a cough.

Long story (not) short, you were indeed let go after Gaz confirmed you're broke, lame and basic. No secret villain or anything. After they kinda apologized, Price basically tried to gaslight you into thinking everything is fine then tried to dip his toes into mansplaining the importance of greater things beyond you, he nodded to himself and patted you on the back before barking an order to his soldiers to move. Pretty brown eyes stayed glued onto your soul until you were pretty much skipping away out of sight, rushing to your job incredibly annoyed.

You couldn't really explain your absence to your boss and he didn't care much either, he told you to get to work.

Surprise, surprise, though, because at the end of your shift, he sugarly informed you that you're fired. He gave you the pay he owed you and there you were. Jobless. And probably homeless in a month's time.

A week later and some intense job hunting done, you're at your wit's end, truly. Job market is shit and nobody is looking to hire. As you enter your ratty apartment, you sigh and almost want to cry in frustration. You've been cursing the terrorists, soldiers and any motherfucker involved in last week's incident, entering your kitchen to grab a drink and eat some air since you needed to save money, when you froze in place.

In the middle of your tiny living room stood a massive dark frame, the outside lights shining through the balcony door behind him made the man unrecognizable. You were getting robbed. You just caught a dude right in the middle of robbing you. As if it was the cherry on top, every frustration you felt erupted out of you, and while you were still terrified by the massive frame, you growled a "Get the fuck out of my house."

A deep chuckle was your only response and you felt dread.

"You got spunk. And a shit survival instinct." He stepped closer. You stepped back immediately, calculating your route to the door, hoping he wouldn't be able to catch you. Denial. You knew. But you froze again in surprise. You knew that mask.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" It came more of a whisper, thinking you'd never meet those people again. Even standing up in front of him, he's massive. Maybe he came back for those dumbass comments you made. Oh, this is revenge, isn't it? He's built, he can legit destroy you with a punch. Oh, God, you're fucking dead. They still think you're a terrorist or some shit and he's here to destroy you out of existence.

Your mind rambled until he moved, and when he did, you tensed, mind blank. The man, the Ghost took a couple of steps towards you and placed his large hand on the back of your neck, pulling you close. Oh, you're gonna fucking die for sure. He leaned down to your eye level, making you stare into his dark eyes as he studied you.

"Came back to take care of my wife." He said. It was your turn to slowly blink at him. What?