#and frankly even if i have done something to upset them i have apologized for any poor behavior so its on them. remember that

[lupismaris]

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[smallestapplin]

Hello! you can make Yandere Blurr, Pharma and Tyrest x Cybertronian female reader wife

I always did like them crazy. Also I apologize I don't feel confident in writing Tyrest, even reading and reading his wiki I can't get a good read on his character QwQ

🔞Warnings : toxic behavior, threats, talks of harm, implied noncon, past murder. I wrote little scenarios too ^^ 🔞

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Blurr

- Blurr is a puppy, if you could place him in a category. He is always so happy to see you, always at your side attached to your hip, and if he's on a mission he gets it done in record speeds just to run back to base for you, yelling your name and tackling you into a hug.

- He's so sickeningly sweet to you, always showing up for you, helping you work, and always does something spontaneous to keep you on your pedes!

- You'd never believe a soul that Blurr could harm friends or allies, not unless you saw it for yourself. He is always such a sweetie, and the reason you agreed to bond your spark to his.

- You even told Bee you just couldn't believe him without evidence "I know Blurr can get a bit sassy, but threaatening to crush your spark in his servos? That's just not like him."

- Blurr knows this, he's not dumb, he knows you placed your blind trust and faith in him, and he will do whatever it takes to keep it that way. It's why he glares, snaps, and makes snide comments to any boy getting too close to you. Even puts on the waterworks, crying about how mean the bot you finished speaking to is, just to make you comfort him and avoid that bot unless for work.

- He loves you, he loves you so so much and never fails to tell you or show you.

- But sometimes it's overwhelming, you never get a moment to yourself, you are never alone to collect your thoughts or to process your feelings on anything, Blurr is right there, cooing at you and nuzzling his helm into your neck cables.

- Even though you're tired, you never ask him to leave you alone, last time you sighed and asked for space he was sobbing, clinging to you harder, pleading with you to not leave or abandon him, that he can't live without you.

- "I want you, i need you! I-I can't live without you! I don't know what I'd do without you- pleasepleaseplease don't leave me, I love you!" Over and over and over again. It had you worried and guilt ridden, leaving you to never mention space again.

- You even apologized to him after that, never meaning to upset him.

- It's like he's draining your battery dry, sucking away your life force.

- But you stay by his side like a dutiful wife, helping him on missions when it's needed, smiling when he comes back, kissing him any chance you get.

- You feel like you're drowning in his love, suffocating you.

- Even as you lay in your shared berth, wide awake, Blurr sleeps in a peaceful stasis laying on top of you.

You sigh, your neck cables stiff from such a long time staring at your data pad and working on reports, but you're glad you got a large chunk of it done, you can finally go to your habsuite and relax.

Your spark clenches at the sound of rapidly approaching pedesteps. You try to hide your exhaustion, just in time to turn around and get a blue glob lunging for you.

You catch your husband with ease, use to his antics by now.

"Ohhhh I missed you so much! The mission was terribly boring but nothing I couldn't handle. Have you eaten yet? I want to have energon with you."

He speaks so fast, excitement showing in his words.

"M'sorry Blurr, I was just about to go to our habsuite and go down for a cycle. Prowl has been on my aft about reports, and I'm tiring."

He looks so crushed, his face plate a mix of sadness and rage.

"He's so pushy and such a workaholic! I have half a processor to go into his office and give him a piece if my brain module! I can't believe that guy, pushing my poor wife for his stupid reports."

He goes on such a long rant about Prowl, pointing out everything the bot has done wrong or the frankly harsh things he's said, you hate to admit that Blurr has a point but you are fond of Prowl.

He's rough around the edges but a nice friend to you when he opens up.

"Blurr, sweetie, it's fine really. Prowl has been swamped with reports and I don't mind helping. He's actually a nice bot once you get through his walls."

Blurr's expression looks like you just shot him. He clings to you, digits practically sinking into your back strut.

"Y-you've been hanging out with him without me?"

"It's just for work. Blurr, you know I love you and would never dream of leaving you, but I'd like to have some friends, even if they are just work friends."

Your spark aches at the sight of his optics welling up with liquid.

You just know you're going to have to start comforting him and avoid Prowl at all costs if it makes him this upset.

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Pharma

- lying to yourself in hopes you'd believe it. Pharma is a menace, you tried so hard to be kind to him, yet your kindness is what lead you here, bound to him in everything but your spark, it's at least the only thing he can't force upon you, no matter how many times he opens your spark chamber.

- No matter how many times he's tried to force the bond, always so calmly muttering his love for you, it never works.

- You once had such a fiery spirit, such a fiercely protective and loyal bot before Pharma got his servos on you. He broke you. The last time you managed to escape him and find help, he just killed them, toyed with them for fun no matter how much begged him to spare them. New parts for him.

- You never forgave yourself for being the reason those innocent bots met their ends, and Pharma takes great pleasure in that. You curl into such a cute ball and silently cry yourself into stasis, with him right behind you, curling around you and buring his face plate into the back of your neck. You want to scream, to sob, to upchuck and empty your tanks at the disgust of feeling his touch. His arms around your waist, holding you so tenderly, rubbing his thumb across your mesh like he's been an adoring lover this entire time.

- If you leave he will just find you.

- "What, you're not going to run again? My, but it was such a fun game we played!" He laughs.

- Pharma flips between knowing you don't love him in return, but not caring as he loves you and that's all that matters, to having moments of truly believing you're just playing games with him, such a playful darling he has! You just want to keep your marriage exciting, right?

- You try to lie to yourself, that you do love him, you love being at his side, you love ensuring he has plenty of energon, you love him.

- You miss the old him, the old Pharma you married, the old Pharma you promised to spark bond with once he returned form work but he never came back. Only for him to come back some years later to...being like this.

- He's draining, but he always makes sure you've eaten today, always makes sure you're safe, always makes sure he's kissed you and said he's loved you today.

- You can't fight him forever, you both know that.

- Why keep fighting when you can be a good little wife and accept his love?

Everyday it's the same, every cycle is new but nothing changes, you're still in the same dark abandoned building. You avoiding leaving your makeshift habsuite and a few other areas, not wanting to hear anything Pharma is doing further in the back.

You don't want to hear screams that get cut short, and the whirl of a saw.

You don't want to hear or see anything, you just want to pretend this is all a nightmare, but you know you can't wake up from it.

You just want a sense of normalcy back, to be back at your nice home on Cybertron before the war, laughing with coworkers and friends, greeting your husband with a smile.

Now you can barely stand to look at him without fear gripping your spark.

He's not the bot you married.

You lay on your berth, back facing the door as you don't want to see him, you don't even want him to see your face you don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your fear.

Your body trembles hearing his pedesteps growing closer. You will your body to freeze and squeeze your optics shut, just in time for the door to open. Pharma pauses in the doorway, looking over your resting form.

You've been going into stasis a lot more than usual, and a lot more than is recommended, but he can't be too upset with you, after all you look adorable when you're resting.

He moves quietly throughout the room, cleaning up the energon from his face, servo, and saw, knowing you don't like him leaving such a mess.

"I know you're awake, Dear."

You bite your derma holding back a whimper, but remain unmoving

"I'm worried you're sleeping too much, that's usually the first sign something is wrong. Funny how you could be sick, and don't you come to me with it, I am trained in this you know."

You can hear the smile in his voice, as if he didn't kills bots just to meet a quota, tortured someone you called friend, and then all of this.

You'd rather die than let him know anything.

"Are you truly so tired you can't tell me? No matter, I'll find out next cycle, yeah? I'll let you get some rest."

Your optics widen as he lays down behind you, his saw moving to rest under his helm, and his free arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Your back against his Chassis, his face into the back of your neck, pressing feather light kisses across your cables.

Pharma hums, chuckling softly at the feeling of your body shaking. His servo tightens its grip on you, keeping you flushed with him.

"So cute, I wish you'd let me dissect you to figure out what makes you so irresistible."

He laughs at hearing your involuntary whimper.

"No, I could never, but I'd much rather you be my pretty nurse."

You just want to go home and away from this monster.

[phantominzie]

Ranting about TSS

I would like to start by saying, yes, I am fully aware I don't post fandom rants very often (ESPECIALLY SASI). However, I've been feeling rather upset over the fandom and Thomas.

I would also like to mention that in no way is this attacking Thomas or any of his writers, hell, not even the fandom itself. I just need to let all of this out.

You're always totally free to skip over this, I know ts crit isn't everyone's cup of tea <3

To start, I am so just...tired? It's been so frustrating waiting for a finale for four fucking years and getting the bait and switch every time Thomas makes a post about 'upcoming Sanders Sides content!'

I understand taking time to work on something so important to cannon, but four years? I can also give him a little leeway for having some staff issues, but it's almost painful to only keep getting the series we love get downgraded so harshly over the years.

Almost all of the sides have been made so two dimensional. At first they felt so fleshed out, so real, and fandom focused their character on one sole trait (not unforgivable but a bit frustrating). Then, I guess Thomas just picked up on fandom and decided 'yeah! I'll just make them two dimensional too!' That's not what we want. And frankly that's never what we wanted. Occasionally, he'll give us breadcrumbs of character development, or show us a sliver of light to what they once were, but it's never the same.

And frankly, I feel bad for having my hopes so high for the finale. Sure it's been taking four years, but that doesn't mean it will be perfect, hell, it might suck. Of course, I will watch it, but I won't be happy about it. About the lies, about the bait and switch, about the constant merch plugs over actual content, about the four incorrect quotes over working on the finale, about the prioritizing of under five minutes long videos that no one will watch anyways.

I love that Thomas is working on things that make him happy, and I don't think I'll ever stop being happy about that, but he needs to take into heart that without content, merch won't sell anyways.

He made a tweet recently that said that we would be getting the finale in an uncertain number of weeks, but based on the past four years I don't even think it will come out at all. If it does, I swear that if we get a merch plug in the finale I'm going to lose my shit.

I want him to see that fandom can't carry itself, and that if he doesn't have that finale have the actually well done makeup we've been begging for, or have our three dimensional characters back, then he won't have a fandom at all.

I'm almost angry that this is my special interest at this point, I'm so let down by the direction the series is probably headed.

I hope that no one takes this the wrong way, and if people leave death threats in my inbox (which has happened to people posting ts crit; no i'm not joking) then trust that you won't be answered. No one is to tag Thomas on this post, and if Thomas even finds this post then heed the words I've said. This isn't a threat to you, and frankly it never was. What is it is the frustrations of a tired and exasperated fan.

I'm sorry if this has rubbed anyone the wrong way, I apologize if it has. I hope this doesn't make people think I'm becoming some TSS hater, I'm really not. But I'm frustrated, and that's normal

Thank you for reading this all the way through if your here, I love you <3

[lex9923]

Tw// SA

This will be my one and only official statement on this situation, because frankly I’m done with all of this mental hopscotch happening.

I am a sexual assault victim. I was the same age as Caiti is now when it happened, and I was cornered with his hands down my pants touching my vagina and up my shirt touching my boobs, while I tried to get away and make it stop. I still to this day don’t know who my attacker was, but it will follow me for the rest of my life. It’s been five years since then, and my story has not changed once. Not ever. I hadn’t told people for a couple years cause I thought since I didn’t know who my attacker was, I wouldn’t be believed. As well as the fact that I came forward about a sexual harassment I faced at a job and was met with “well, boys will be boys”. Through it all, I am here, and I survived.

Watching the reaction to this situation from both of the main parties involved, those who weren’t there, those who were, and the fans had sent me spiraling. I’ve spent the past two weeks reliving that trauma from five years ago cause I thought I misinterpreted my assault as something else. I had not, and never have. It’s been incredibly invalidating watching the alleged “victim” change the story multiple times, make fake texts, omit important information, all while not even listening to the person she accused of a criminally offensive act.

Caiti is absolutely allowed to feel uncomfortable and regret what happened after the fact, but it is not, and will not ever be assault-unless George actually did touch her boobs, and then that will be a different discussion, but with her credibility disappearing, I’ll only believe it if he admits it himself. I’m trying to extend grace to her being young, sexually inexperienced, and caught up in online culture, but it’s hard the longer this gets dragged out. There are things you do when approaching a situation like this:

1. You absolutely need to provide evidence and proof of your claims. You can’t prove something that never happened, but you can prove something that did. It’s why it’s innocent until proven guilty. Expecting people to blindly believe you is delusional at worst and ignorant at best.

2. You must absolutely have your story 100% correct and factual to how you perceived what happened, before bringing forth any accusations. Using purposefully charged language and then changing the story to match the one you accused is not it. Nor is changing your story yet again when people are catching on to the inconsistencies.

3. Allow the accused person to defend themself. You can’t expect people to listen to all of your claims-most of them blindly doing so-and then get upset when people wait for both sides to say their piece, especially when you present no evidence at your initial statement. Again, you have to prove guilt. If you can’t prove it, the accused are allowed to defend themself.

4. You are in no way obligated to accept apologies, but acknowledging one was made-multiple times in fact- is the bare minimum. Trying to change your story one last time to make it seem even worse than what you both agreed upon, and then hiding behind “I’m not going to address this anymore” is manipulative at worst and cowardly at best.

I hope Caiti gets therapy, cause it’s clear she’s been severely affected by something, though I’m not sure she even knows what it is. I also hope she learns from this, and next time utilizes the “direct message” function every single app has. This could have been a dm, and the way it spiraled has been a shitshow and her intentions are coming off less and less pure the more this gets dragged out. I’m so sorry she was uncomfortable, and regretful, but until she shows any proof whatsoever of any assault happening, it will never be. I hope she heals, and I hope she gets better friends cause they have all failed her.

For George, I’m sorry this got blown so out of proportion and no one even privately talked to him about any uncomfortability being felt. I’m sorry his friends are performative. I’m hopeful that he was made aware of things he wasn’t before, and will do better next time. He is not irredeemable, and I believe growth is possible (the difference in his two responses proves as such). I hope this isn’t the last we see of him or his content, and I hope he can heal from this as well.

To my fellow SA survivors, I’m so incredibly sorry that our trauma has been thrown around like this. Our hurt and pain do not deserve to be mocked in this way, and I wish it would’ve never even happened. You’re stronger than what happened, regardless of how shitty this situation has been for us. And as a 24 year old, I like to consider myself a big sister of sorts, so I love all of you. We got through it then, we’ll do it again.

Speaking woman to woman, I’m sorry this has been so messed up. This will make it harder for us to come forward in the future and that is indescribably frustrating. However, that does not take away from the pain and hurt we went through, and I hope if you do have the strength to come forward, you are believed.

I’m done with this whole situation. It should not have come to this point, and if you stayed this far, I greatly appreciate you reading this. One last time. Caiti, I’m sorry you were so uncomfortable. Get therapy, better friends, and take a break from the internet. George, I hope you learn from this situation, and I’m sorry you were made out to be a criminally offensive person before giving your side or anyone ever speaking to you.

I hope you both heal.

I hope sexual assault victims having to relive trauma, and are affected by this continue to heal.

I love you all.

Lex

[lolasimms]

What if Abby exaggerated during an argument with her girlfriend? (due to accumulated stress) both with words and an excessive tone of voice? how would she make up for it? <3

hold your tongue

Summary: After an unexpected run in with a figure from your past, your girlfriend has a slip of the tongue. But all is okay when she makes it up to you.

“I know you’re upset about it but it’s not like I even attempted to speak to her.” You reach for Abby’s hand and immediately she pulls away. This immediately makes you feel sick, as she’d never rejected your touch. She senses your unease and immediately curses herself for what she’d done.

“It’s not about that, it’s the fact that she even feels comfortable coming up to you when she knows we’re together, I don’t like that.” She doesn’t relent with her arguments. That’s how Abby was, she always thought she was right, no matter the circumstance.

The two of you had been out for lunch, enjoying your weekend off work. The serenity however was interrupted when your bitch of an ex-girlfriend not so politely interrupted. Making advances at you and so clearly flirting with you in-front of your girlfriend.

The two of them had gotten into a full blown argument in the middle of the restaurant after she’d told Abby she got herself a “nice piece of ass.” You’d managed to get Abby out of the restaurant before she ended up at the police station, as you knew she wasn’t one who let others disrespect you.

So here you were in her apartment, having the biggest argument you’d ever had in your 5 month long relationship. She’d never yelled at you like this and quite frankly you were growing more and more upset by the minute. “I can’t control what she does.”

You wiped your tears as you say it quietly, trying to de-escalate the screaming match as to not alarm her neighbours. She scoffs, “ You sure you weren’t making fuck me eyes across the restaurant or something?” Immediately she regrets her words when she sees your reaction. You felt your heart broke right there.

For her to insinuate you’d ever seek out unwanted attention made you feel sick. Immediately you rose off the couch, grabbing your bag to get out of here. She was frantic in her attempts to hold you back and stop you from leaving. A string of “please” and “I’m sorry” leave her mouth as she tries but fails to pull you away from the front door. You weren’t doing this.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve held my tongue and I know I’m in the wrong and I take full responsibility. Please just hear me out?” She holds you tightly as you stand outside her front door.

“Thanks for the apology, but I’m going to stay at mine tonight.” You mutter as she looks at you with a face of regret.

“Baby please, don’t do this. You always stay at mine.” You simply ignore her and make your way down her apartments corridor.

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Being in your apartment alone for the first time in weeks was odd. It felt cold, empty. The cushions of your couch weren't as comfortable as you remembered. Your mattress, despite having good sheets and a soft duvet, was hard. All of the little things, the pops, cracks, and creaks of the old building that you had once paid no mind to were suddenly impossible to ignore.

When you arrived home, you hopped in the shower to wash the day off of you and instantly changed into pajamas. You were just about to sit down on your firm sofa when there was a knock at your door. It startled you. You weren't expecting anyone and the sound alone made you shiver with anxiety.

Knock, knock, knock.

There it was again. Whoever it was had no plans of going away. You quietly made your way over to the door and turned the deadbolt before unlocking the bottom handle. For your own peace of mind you left the chain in place, pretending it would play a role in your safety if someone tried to force their way in.

Much to your surprise, when you peeked through the crack, there stood Abby. You closed the door to remove the chain and opened it fully.

She was holding a large brown paper bag with one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. You stood there quietly, letting your silence serve as the only thing you needed to say.

She took a deep breath and stared into your eyes.

"I'm really sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have said it and I regretted saying it, even in jest. I know I can't unring a bell and I did say it and I hurt you, which is something I never, ever want to do."

You crossed your arms, shifting in your spot.

"I'm not asking you to let me come in. I don't deserve that because I was a dick, but I wanted to bring you dinner and these flowers as an apology. I truly am very sorry and hope you can forgive me."

You gingerly took the bouquet from her, leaning in slightly to take in their pleasing scent.

“And the bag?" You nodded down to the brown paper bag in her hand.

"Pho with chicken, rice paper rolls, and brown sugar boba.”

"That's a lot of dinner for just me," You said, still not totally willing to let your guard down just yet.

"I was we could eat together, but I get it," Abby admitted, quietly.

You sighed deeply and looked up at her, chewing on your bottom lip.

"You can come in, but only on one condition."

She was hopeful. "Anything."

"No sex, because I'm still mad at you. You come in. We eat. We watch something and, if I decide to let you stay, we go right to sleep."

Abby nodded intently, more than willing to agree with your terms.

"Okay."

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Your soft moans echoed off the walls of your apartment as Abby’s tongue lavishly caressed your overworked clit, her lips closing around it gently as she began to suck again. Your legs felt like they'd never stop trembling. Your fingers were tangled in her hair as she stroked the outside of your thighs, gripping them tighter as she scooted you closer to her face. She’d already made you cum twice, but it never even occurred to her to stop. From her current position, you couldn't see her face. However, going by the squelching sounds coming from your needy cunt every time she worked her fingers in and out of you, you just knew Abby’s chin had to be drenched in your juices and she couldn't get enough. She spread you open, flattening her tongue and licking a wide wet stripe up your cunt. She lived to tease and taste you and her perfect mouth was fucking made for it. She circled her tongue around your entrance before flicking it over your clit and dipping it just barely inside of you.

"Oh my god, Abs."

Your fingers were tugging harder at her blonde locks. Abby replaced her tongue with two able fingers, returning her mouth to suck on your clit as she fucked them into you, your back was arching off the bed. You were panting, whimpering under her touch and begging for more.

She added a third finger, making you gasp loudly. You loved when she filled you up like this, loved seeing her head buried between your thighs. It thrilled you to know pleasing you and getting you off had Abby turned on. Every moan that escaped your lips made her rut against the bed. She wanted to be inside of you, needed to be, but wasn't willing to break the promise she made before you let her into the apartment.

You couldn't take it anymore. Her fingers were good, but you needed more.

"Abby, please fuck me." You were pleading, your aching pussy squeezing around her fingers.

She lifted up onto her knees, her eyes searching your face. "But you said...”

“Forget what I said.”

[deafeninggardenerpanda]

About Kirbypurrs:

update nov 2024: not deleting this post in its entirety for archival purposes, but my post has continuously been used against them no matter how much time goes on. it's been 1 to 2 years since these events unfolded, and even up to 4 to 5 years for some people recount in the comments. their opinions and feelings are their own, but for my post, i'm making this edit to once again encourage people to make their own opinions based on the present

Recently, they made a post talking about a targeted smear campaign against them. As someone who used to be a close friend of theirs, I wanted to share my experiences.

On the surface they're certainly charismatic and easy to talk to, but they've never been able to hold down any relationship deeper than that due to their own faults. In all the time I've known them personally, they've shown to be nothing but an incredibly self-absorbed, toxic, and manipulative person who is unable to accept fault or responsibility for a situation they caused or got wrapped into of their own volition. Time and time again I've given them chances and chances and tried to reach out to them and be understanding and thought the best of them only to be let down by them as a friend and told, actually, I'm the problem, no matter what that situation is. If you try to come up to them about a concern, or tell them you they shouldn't do whatever thing, they will apologize to your face, but in reality, they'll always claim it was a You problem. For example, one time Purrs broke a preestablished rule of our friend group chat. We had that rule written down and put in pins, even. When I told them to stop, they made it out to be me "not letting them speak when something bad happened to them again" and that I was being mean to them by telling them to stop in the first place. This is the kind of person Purrs is. They never apologized about their actions and still think that I wronged them to this day.

Purrs claims that no one has ever come up to them telling them what the issue is. This is BLATANTLY untrue. It is a long, long pattern spanning many years with them that they will avoid confrontation at any costs, even if that confrontation is as simple as a "hey, could you not do this?". They have ghosted people for coming up to them about concerns, and will often dodge around the concern in the first place. Purrs if you're reading this, I have personally tried to reach out to you about concerns only for you to say "I would tell you if I had a problem with you" and then go to the extent of leaving voice chats when I join, softblocking me from your priv, and actively avoiding me wherever I am, without warning or explanation, all for having the audacity to ask you if there was an issue in the first place. And I am not the first person you have done this to, by far. I have personally witnessed you do this to another person not including me, just in the slightly more than a year we were friends. I have spoken to people who were friends with you years before I was friends with you who had the same experience. You have told us stories of how "overbearing" and "clingy" others have been in the past for daring to constantly ask if you had an issue with them due to your poor treatment of them. And despite your claimed "I would tell you if I had a problem with you" attitude, I personally have seen you actively avoid Another two people when they tried to be friendly with you, only for you to shittalk them to absolute hell in our friend group chat about things they could never have known were rubbing you the wrong way, or about things that were, quite frankly, stupid of you to make their fault anyways. Remember that time you got mad at someone because their headcanons were getting more attention than yours? Remember that time you hated someone's guts and ranted about them on multiple occasions in our group chat because you were upset they didn't use tone tags, and then when I said "You should tell them you need tone tags" you got pissed at me instead for not letting you vent? Good times /s

Purrs does not care about fixing problems any problems they cause. They are one of the most hypocritical people I have ever known. If you ever try to act like everything is anything but rainbows and sunshine, they will distance yourself from you and shittalk you behind your back before you even realize. They are the one that will make all these false and exaggerated claims about others. I have witnessed it again and again over situations I was there for, even. Again Purrs, if you are reading this, despite what you think and what you keep telling people, I'm not the reason this supposed smear campaign of yours has come up again. Everyone who speaks ill of you does so because of their own experiences with you. Everyone who I have spoken to about you did not have their opinion changed because of me; those were always their experiences from the start. I just made them realize that this has always been a pattern with you. I'm not going to say that I have never been in the wrong ever, and there are times I genuinely believe you've been unfairly treated and gotten the short end of the stick, but overall in this situation, I know that I am in the right due to the sheer amount of people you've fucked over the exact same way you have me. You are a shitty friend and a shitty person. I cannot express the countless amount of people you have fucked up badly by betraying our trust. It would do everyone well to stay away from you.

To anyone else who has had bad experiences with Purrs, I encourage you to state them on my post. Their behavior has always been a trend, but for the most part, everyone affected has been courteous enough to keep it in the private space. I am done with them playing the victim and I am done with others being hurt by them.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Doting husband being over protective? Yes please. Thank you!

It was taking an absurd amount of effort not to growl or glare. Bruce had to content himself with standing behind your chair and rubbing your shoulders.

You'd warned him what was going to happen. The endless demands and the frankly ridiculous comments. You'd warned him and yet- nothing could have prepared him for it.

"Dad, It's fine it doesn't have to be-"

"It's not fine. You're going to wind up getting divorced and you're not moving back home when it happens."

And that was the least offensive thing. Neither of them were happy for you. And he could feel the weight of all their expectations for you, bearing down on you. You were physically trembling under the pressure. You were the scapegoat and the golden goose at the same time. The one that was the cause of and solution to all of their problems.

"If that happens," Bruce said intervening, "she won't need to. I had her write the pre-nup herself." He hadn't. But if you wanted to he would have. Anything you wanted at that point. Instead you'd had a third party do it- worried about conflicts of interest. And the rumors that you were a gold digger.

"Maybe you're not as stupid-"

"Stop," Bruce said, his voice sinking into a growl. Just enough to make your father flinch. You didn't talk much about what growing up had been like. Not much beyond a few little funny stories. But. He'd done his homework. And he knew. And he wanted Rex to know he knew. "You're not going to talk to her like that."

"You want to make something of it?" he challenged.

"I'll let you swing first," Bruce said calmly- it wouldn't take much. Even if his public persona wasn't much for fighting. Rex was only tough enough to pick on little girls. People who weren't going to fight back.

"Probation, dad," you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. "If you go back you go all the way back and I JUST got you off your tether."

Rex growled but turned away, "C'mon Reyanne," he said.

"Thanks," she huffed following her husband as he stalked out of the room. "Next think you'll want me to wear pink to the wedding. Gag me."

For a moment, when they leave. As you listen to them bicker their way back out the front door, Bruce doesn't know what to say.

"Sweetheart I'm-"

"Don't apologize," you murmur. "I've had a lot longer to build up a callous. And a lot longer to wrap my head around the fact that they see love as transactional."

"You warned me," he said, kissing the top of your head. "I guess I just- didn't believe it."

"I've spent my whole life trying to make them love me," you say, voice wooden. "Like there's some kind of secret code that will make them act like parents but-" You break off and shrug. "I haven't found it yet... if getting engaged to a billionaire doesn't do it nothing will."

Bruce snorted and took a seat next to you, pulling you against his side, "Their loss, Sweetheart."

"I think you're biased-"

"Do you know how many people I went to school with whose parent's would KILL, probably literally, to have a kid that works as hard as you do?" He chuckled. "You're amazing. One of a kind... And I hate that they don't treat you like that. I'm just sorry I lost my temper."

"Please don't actually fight my dad."

"No promises," Bruce said lightly. "If I ever hear him call you stupid again he'll be lucky if he doesn't need a feeding tube."

"Bruce-"

"Of course it's not me doing it if Batman-"

"Bruce."

He heaved a put upon sigh and cuddled you closer, "Fine. Only because it'll upset you."

For a long moment, he let's you sit in silence. Stroking your hair and reminding you that he's there. Comforted that he knew you weren't with them. That you hadn't been alone and sad after they left. That you knew he wouldn't allow their worst behavior. "Are you hungry, Sweetheart? You hardly ate dinner."

"Just tired," you tell him. "They make me so tired."

"Let's go take a hot bath, huh?" Anything to have his girl feel better. And if it had the side effect of getting you naked well- he wasn't going to complain.

[galedekarios]

seeing @mercymaker's own post about the "apology" made me feel confident enough to air my own feelings about it now that i have had a night to think it over and not internalise it anymore.

i'm not going to further belabour the point again how this "apology" is not an apology at all, but a statement where he doubles down on everything, omitting important facts, twisting truths, dancing around the issue at heart, and so much more.

it's frankly exhausting at this point.

i want to address one thing specifically however since he thought it was prudent to dedicate an entire paragraph to it in his "apology".

the fact that he wrote this:

"Truthfully I am not sure when or if I’ll begin creating again but I will continue to ask for permission to credit/use someone’s works if I feel like I’m inspired like I honestly had been doing following the late March situation. I do not expect any forgiveness or positive reactions to come out of this tbh, I just know an apology was warranted and deserved. This time I’m actually taking a step back to evaluate it."

after he just said this:

"To one gifset in particular, the hands set, that gifset was honestly a pure coincidence/accident. I truthfully had no idea that the blog had done something similar first. Hands are a common theme in Gales romance that I picked up on and I had no idea a similar set was done prior. I can say this about other sets too but it was this one in particular that I can honestly say was an honest coincidence/accident. And I couldn’t have known that those scenes/themes bore any special significance to that blog. Also I want to acknowledge I was never seeking “mutualship” but more so I enjoyed them as a creator and most likely had tumblr technical issues. I’m sorry if my actions ever made you feel unsafe, that’s the last thing I’d want to make someone feel :/"

it's just... absolutely vile to me.

first off, i have to ask: which is it? are you "apologising" or are you still trying to pretend that the concepts gifs i created and you stole are "common" things that you "picked up on" and "had no idea a similar set was done prior", which you could "say about other sets too"?

i'm confused at this point...

i'm being facetious here. i'm not. he's not sorry. he's sorry he got caught. again. and that, this time, it reached other parts of the fandom that it previously didn't, where he couldn't lie anymore about how all of this is just a case of people bullying him, of people being exclusive and clique-y.

i don't understand why he singled that set out in his "apology", however, other than that he must know by at this point that it's the one gifset that most upset me. not only because he stole it twice, but because it is so meaningful to me.

so... let's look at the facts here:

he followed me from early on, ever since my blog got traction in the bg3 fandom after the full release of the game

he engaged with me via messages and comments at around this time

there was no talk abt this theme specifically in relation to gale until after my meta and gifset gained traction, despite being a set containing an original character, which generally does worse in terms of engagement

he stole several other of my concept gifsets that i posted around this period in time (gale + missing waterdeep, gale + saying i love you, gale of waterdeep vs gale dekarios, one of my oc compilation sets)

he contacted me to remake a gifset in particular that was an older set as well, just like the hands set

i showed side by comparisons in my original post (same scenes, same frames, same framing, same caption) and it was so blatant to the point of where several people reached out to me, confused if the copy is actually my set or reblogging it, thinking it was mine

i think it's pretty obvious what actually happened, considering the context and, to be honest, at this point i don't think even he believes his own lies anymore.

all i can say is that this was not about apologising - none of this was - it was about trying to save face and doubling down.

[cherrythepuppet]

Corpse Puppet [Part 9]

AU we all know belongs to our Lovely @sketchquill

"Frank! are you there?" Wally called out as he and (Y/n) entered a tall tower on the outskirts of the little dead town"Hello? ls anyone home?" Wally asked "Shut up! I'm almost done with this book!" A voice yelled, (Y/n) and Wally looked around to see who said that

It was a short girl with short messy dark red hair and light pink skin with an X on her forehead, She wore a black and white dress with a spider bowtie similar to Jack skellington's outfit"Cherry!" Wally exclaimed "Oh apple man!" Cherry said as she looked up from her book that was titled 'All Good People Here'

 ​​"Why are you here?" Cherry asked as she grabbed a perfume bottle and drank some"Well me and my spouse came to see frank" Wally said making Cherry spit out all the perfume "What's that?! Spouse?!" Cherry yelled

Cherry glared at (Y/n) making them freeze "Uhm- Pleasure to meet you, Miss" They said with a wave "Ill go get frank..." Cherry grumbled as she hop off the stack of books she was sitting on

After a moment Cherry had come back with a man who (Y/n) had assumed was Frank Frankly "Oh Wally! It's been a while how are you? Cherry says you have a spouse now" Frank exclaimed (Y/n) thought Frank looked familiar like they have heard about him before then something clicked in their head

"I do! Meet (Y/n)!" Wally told them making Cherry glare at (Y/n) even more, "Sir may i ask you something?" (Y/n) asked gaining Frank's attention "Did you perhaps know someone named Eddie?" They asked Frank's eyes widened "How did you-" he asked

"Eddie told me about you" (Y/n) said "You know him!? How is he?" Frank asked "He's been doing good and he missed you dearly" They told himCherry was still glaring at (Y/n) seeming to find them odd "Hm" Cherry mumbled as she appeared directly in front of (Y/n) and grabbed their wrist

"Your breathing...and you have a pulse!" Cherry yelled "Wally where did you find this person?!" She asked "We met in the forest we they said their vows perfectly!" Wally told her

(Y/n) stood there nervously "Cherry Jubilee! If you are going to start getting upset i suggest you go talk to sally or poppy" Frank said

"But!-" "No buts Cherry! Go!" Frank demanded as cherry groaned then black smoke and nothing as cherry was gone"I apologize about her...recently she has been upset" Frank told the couple

"What is it you needed?" He asked "We need to go up" Wally said as he pointed up "Upstairs?" Frank asked"To visit the land of the living" Wally said "Land of the living?" frank asked "Please, Frank!" Wally begged

"Now, why go up there, when people are dying to get down here?" Frank asked "Sir, l beg you to help lt means so much to me-...Us" (Y/n) spoke up"l don't know, it's just not natural..." Frank mumbled

"Please, Frank! Surely there must be something you can do!" Wally exclaimed "Let me see what l can do..." Frank mumbled "Where did l put that book? l left it here somewhere" he asked himself

"Oh it must be with Cherry I keep forgetting to tell her to stop taking my spell books" Frnak groaned Suddenly a book dropped in front of him with a sticky note on it, The sticky note had somethign written on it and a drawing of frank looking angry

"I despise that girl" He said as he opened the book "Here it is! A Ukrainian haunting spell Just the thing for these quick trips!" Frank exclaimed "So glad you thought of this" Wally whispered to (Y/n) "Me too" They whispered back

"Now, then where were we?" Frank asked"The Ukrainian haunting spell?" Wally said "Here we have it! Ready?" Frank mumbled "Just remember, when you want to come back, say 'Hopscotch.' " He told them

"Hopscotch?" (Y/n) asked confused as to why that word "That's it" Frank said as he cracked open a case of something then engulfed both Wally and (Y/n) in a black smokeThe moon shined brightly over the two as snow began lightly falling along with the wind blowing

The two were silent for a minute as they took in the sights and beauty of it all "I spent so long in the darkness I almost forgotten what the moonlight is like" Wally smiled and (Y/n) couldn't help but smile back at him

(Y/n)'s smiled faded after a minute thought "l think l should prepare Mother and Father for the big news" she said and wally nodded "l'll go ahead and you wait here" (Y/n) told him before they walked away Wally sat on a rock and waited for when (Y/n) would come back....

[zoyaofthegardvn]

New Friends, Old Insecurities (2)

A/N: Finally! Here is the second and final part of New Friends, Old Insecurities :) Thanks so much to everyone that was so kind about that fic and really encouraged me to write a part 2! I hope you all enjoy <3

CW: Angst to fluff!

Read part 1 here first....

---

It's been weeks since your explosive fight with Mor, and you were miserable. Looking back on it, you decided that perhaps you had escalated things too far, too fast, too dramatically. But you were truly heartbroken, and angry, and the damage has already been done, anyway.

Gwyn and Azriel, the friends that they are, have been letting you stay with them. You had shown up on their front porch in tears, stuttering and blubbering about what happened. Gwyn had brought you inside, made you a cup of tea, while Azriel started a fire and prepared the spare room for you to sleep in, carrying your things out of the room to give you and Gwyn some time to talk.

They've been incredibly understanding, even reassuring you that you can stay as long as you need every time you mention that you're going to start looking for somewhere else to stay soon. Truthfully, you think they just don't want you to pay for a place to live alone, all too confident that you and Mor will find your way back to one another eventually.

And that's not to say Mor hasn't tried. It wasn't hard to figure out that you'd started saying with the Shadowsinger and the Priestess, and Mor even showed up, trying to persuade them to let her see you, before Azriel very firmly told her no, that you needed time.

Gwyn said Mor asked about you every single day at training. She wanted to know if you were sleeping well, if you were eating enough, if you were ready to talk yet. Gwyn merely nodded at most of her questions, but always refused to answer the last one. When you were ready was entirely up to you, and Gwyn would never say so on your behalf. Gwyn did report back that Mor looked awful, bags under her eyes, sluggish like she hadn't slept or eaten anything. She said that she stayed to herself, showing up to training late and leaving early. She didn't go to family dinners, and Rhys had stopped asking her to patrol because her heart wasn't in it. That always made your chest ache, but you weren't doing any better.

You also found out that a rift had grown between Emerie, Nesta, and Gwyn. And that made you feel guilty. You had never intended to cause something between the three, knowing how deeply they love and admire one another. You apologized several times, but during one evening that Nesta and Cassian had come over for dinner, Nes and Gwyn both explained to you that it wasn't your fault. They said that Emerie had abandoned them, too, and that they were upset with her for interfering in a mated friend's marriage. Again, you tried to apologize, tried to tell them that it didn't have to be that way, but they shot you down.

"I love Emerie, and I'm sure we'll make up, but she messed up, that's all there is to it," Nesta had told you.

"She feels bad about it, I can tell, but she has to work up the courage to make amends. We can't make her do that," Gwyn had replied.

And that was that. But still, you couldn't shake the guilt. Though, a small part of you was thrilled that Mor and Emerie had been staying away from one another.

Your days mostly consisted of reading, paperwork, lunch with Gwyn, cards with Azriel, and dinner with the pair of them, or alone if it was family night. They had offered to stay home and eat with you, but that you adamantly refused. Just because you couldn't stand to be around everyone right now didn't mean you would keep your friends stuck at home, too.

So, while you had an amazing support system, friends that rallied around you and refused to let you go through anything alone, you were still, quite frankly, miserable.

---

During the third week of staying at Gwyn and Azriel's house, you were spending another night alone, cooking a small dinner for just yourself. The pair had just left, and they'd likely not be back for several hours. So, it surprised you when you heard footsteps at the front door, before a gentle knock sounded from the foyer.

You placed the spoon you'd been stirring your pasta sauce with on the counter before making your way to the front, a confused look on your face. As far as you were aware, Gwyn and Az hadn't been expecting anyone to stop by. They would have told you.

Another soft knock makes you walk faster, and you don't think to peek out of the window before you pull the door open.

There, on the front porch, looking sheepish and a bit scared, is Emerie.

You're a bit stunned, and all you can do is gape. The stare obviously makes her uncomfortable, and she looks down at her boots, sniffing a bit before saying, "Hey."

You swallow thickly, making no move to let her into the house. "Gwyn just left, she went to th-"

"I-I'm not here for Gwyn. I came to speak to you, Y/N," Emerie replies, pulling her gaze up to look at you. She looks braced for rejection, but ultimately, you don't hate her, you don't even dislike her. But there are, of course, harsh feelings.

"I don't know that that's a good idea, Emerie..."

"Please, Y/N, I came to explain, to apologize. I-I know why you won't speak to Mor," the sound of your mate's name makes you flinch, but Emerie just continues, "I understand it, I do. But please, at least, just hear me out."

You're silent for a few moments, contemplating how to proceed. You could shut the door in her face, go inside, make your dinner. You could keep looking at apartment listings, make a plan to move the rest of your stuff out of your and Mor's once shared home. You could avoid your mate like the plague. You could never see Emerie again. You could keep ditching family dinners, live a life of loneliness. You had always been so stubborn, so determined. Even if it was about making your own life a living Hell.

Or, you could let Emerie inside. You could hear her out. Let her convince you to reach out to your wife, to go home.

You sigh, you step aside, and you pull the door open wider. "I was just making dinner. Do you like pesto?"

---

You and Emerie share a quiet dinner, bowls of pasta and glasses of wine consumed with little conversation. When you're both finished, you take the dishes and rinse them in the sink. Wordlessly, Emerie cleans up the ingredients you had laid around the kitchen, and you're reminded that she's been here before, several times. Gwyn is her best friend, and you're not the only one here that's lost someone important.

When the kitchen is tidy, you make your way towards the living room, gesturing for Emerie to follow.

"I suppose this is the part where we talk, huh?"

Emerie nods, sitting in the chair closest to the fireplace while you sit on the edge of the couch.

Again, silence fills the room. But eventually, Emerie clears her throat and begins. "I think that first, I just need to apologize." She shifts so her body is facing you, she makes eye contact even though you can tell she feels a bit embarrassed. "I am so, so sorry for how I interfered with your marriage. I never had any intentions of breaking the two of you up, I truly hope you can believe me. I-I feel like I've done something... awful, and I am just... I-I'm so sorry."

You dip your head, trying not to cry. "Thank you, Emerie. I... I believe you."

She sighs, like she was expecting you to call her a liar, to kick her out. But you can tell that she's sincere, and you know her well enough that you don't think she'd ever want to or try to be a homewrecker. That just isn't her intent.

"And Emerie, truthfully... I don't want you to feel so awful."

She looks at you, confused, but before she can speak, you continue.

"Mor neglected me as a mate, as a wife. Yes, you encouraged her, certainly, but Mor chose to do what she did all on her own. You can't shoulder the blame for our failed relationship when it was her responsibility."

Emerie nods, but that guilt still paints her face. "I can't... I know it's not my place, to give you any sort of relationship advice..." She trails off and looks at you, anticipating you cutting her off, but you don't. "But Mor, she's... she's miserable. She doesn't talk to me anymore, and I don't blame her. Not many people do." And that statement breaks your heart a bit. You truly feel guilty that Emerie, likely more than you do, feels so lonely. "But I can just tell. She isn't sleeping, or eating, the only time she speaks is to ask someone about you. She.. she loves you, Y/N, adores you. You're the only person she'll ever want."

"It sure would've been nice if she had treated me that way the past few months," you spit out, your bitterness revealing itself.

Emerie flinches, but she doesn't disagree. "You're right, and I imagine she hates herself for it. A-And I know you probably don't want to hear this from me, but I never, ever had any romantic feelings for her. What I felt for Mor was strictly platonic, I swear to you. And never once did I get even the slightest idea that she felt anything beyond friendship for me. I would not lie to you about that."

And though you had tried to hold them in, the tears start falling anyway. You sniffle, quickly swiping your cheeks with the back of your hand.

"I don't know what do, then. I want to believe you, Emerie. But Gods, the way she treated me, made me feel. I can't ever go through that again."

Emerie nods, understanding and compassionate. "I know, Y/N, I know."

For a few beats, the room is silent save for your sniffling and the crackling of the fire.

"I... I'm going to stay away from her. I had already decided that when I heard about what happened between the two of you, but you should know... if it'll help convince you to reach out to her... I won't ever be a problem again. I'm going to stay away, I swear it."

You scoff. "And what happens when another female comes around to woo her? Again Emerie, I appreciate you coming here, but the problem lies with Mor. And anyway, I'd never ask you to not be friends with her. If you say friendship is all that it was, then I believe you."

"Yes, she is my friend, and I know how devastated she is to have lost you. So if it takes me staying away, so be it. I'll do it. And as far as other females go... Y/N... she would never, ever cheat on you. Do you know how much she loves you?"

You don't get a chance to respond before she continues. "You're all she ever talked about. In the mornings, she'd talk about how pretty you looked when she woke up, how she couldn't wait to see you later. When we'd be at the shop, she'd constantly talk about your studies, your work, how proud she is of you, how you've been working so damn hard. And that night... at dinner... she was telling me about how she missed you, and she was starting to get worried, because you were never late, and you never left without telling her where you were going."

Emerie's details make you start crying harder, quiet sobs shaking your shoulders as you keep trying to wipe the blurriness from your eyes.

"I-I don't know what to do," you cry, embarrassed to be so vulnerable in front of her.

Emerie stands from her chair, she moves to be beside you. Her hand falls to your shoulder, and she squeezes. "Please, just.. just hear her out. For both of your sakes."

You don't answer, and Emerie pulls her hand away. "I know you have a lot to think about, so I'll go. Again, I'm sorry for my part." She begins making her way to the front of the house, but stops to add one more thing. "Thank you... for the dinner... and for hearing me out." Then she lets herself out the front door.

---

You spent a few days mulling Emerie's words over, coming to terms with what you wanted to do. She had convinced you to talk to Mor, to try to work things out, but you just didn't know how to proceed. How to forgive and move on.

Eventually, you decided you'd speak to her at home. You wouldn't confront her in public, not when emotions are as heightened as they are. And you didn't want to invite her to Gwyn and Azriel's house, even though they would have no issue with it, you didn't want to impose on their home anymore than you already had. And truthfully, you wanted to see your house again. You wanted to be able to return to it one day.

And so, after days of contemplating, talking relentlessly with Gwyn and Az, losing sleep from the anxiety, you've finally decided to show up at your house, where you know Mor is currently at, if the candle glow from the windows were any indication.

Your hands tremble with nerves, your stomach doing flips. You debate knocking, but shake your head at the idea. This is still your house, anyway. If you keep thinking like it isn't, it'll be harder for you to see a way forward with Mor, and that's not why you came here.

However, you don't want to scare her, so you do softly rap on the wood before pushing the door open, softly closing it behind you.

You hear gentle footsteps sound from the living room, but you make no move to meet her, your nerves keeping you firmly planted in the foyer.

She stops in her tracks when she rounds the corner, and your heart sinks when you take in her form. Her hair is a mess, pulled back in a knot, some loose tangles plastered to her sweaty skin. She looks pale, her eyes bruised and sunken in. A blanket is wrapped around her shoulders, and she's dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. She brings a shaky hand to her mouth that's fallen open, clearly shocked to see her wife has come home.

"Y/N?" she asks, her voice quiet and broken, like she's hardly been using it.

"Mor..."

And then she's bursting into tears, her shoulders shaking, her chest heaving as she struggles to breathe.

"Oh, Mor..." you sigh, rushing forward, grabbing her by her forearms and pulling her into the living room. You set her down on the couch, then fetch her a glass of water from the kitchen, urging her to drink it before she has a full blown panic attack.

When she comes down a bit, she sets the glass on the table, then brings her teary eyes up to look at you. "Are you h-here to get the rest of your stuff?" Her voice is muffled from her tears, her throat raw. "Did you come to... to e-e-end it o-officially?" She stutters over her words, the panic creeping up on her again.

You shake your head, sitting next to her on the couch, but keeping a bit of distance between the two of you. "No, Mor. I came to talk."

Her head whips to the side, her face in shock. Clearly, she hadn't expected you to ever hear her out. "To talk?" she asks, like she can't quite believe what's happening.

You nod. "Emerie... she came and... explained things a few days ago. She told me to hear you out... she said you're not doing well."

Mor shrugs, but she doesn't respond, like she doesn't really care about her physical and mental health. The thought stabs at your gut.

"Mor.. I-I'm done running from this. You're my mate. My wife. As hurt as I am... I've been wrong, to stay away from you for so long. So for that, I apologize. But I just... I needed tim-"

"You don't have to apologize, Y/N, please. I know why you left."

You don't argue with her, but still, you feel guilty for your part in your separation. "But still, I'm sorry."

Mor says nothing for a few tense beats, she just sniffles and wipes at her eyes.

"Can.. can we fix this, Y/N? Please? I can't... I can't lose you. Not for good. Not forever. I-I can't," Mor starts crying again, gentle, silent tears. "I won't survive it. I love you, Y/N. Please, let me try and fix this."

You reach a shaky hand out, placing it on her shoulder. "That's why I came here, Mor, to try and fix things. I came here to talk. But I think that you're the one that needs to explain things, not me."

Mor reaches her hand up to sit on top of yours. She releases a deep breath, clearly relieved to hear that you want things to work out.

"I have to start by saying I'm sorry. I'm so, so fucking sorry, Y/N."

Her words bring fresh tears to your eyes, and you try to keep them from spilling over, though it's useless.

"So why, Mor?" your voice cracks, but you keep going. "Why did you.. treat me like that? I-I want to understand."

She shakes her head. "There's nothing to understand. It was wrong, stupid, awful of me. I neglected you, I made you feel like I wasn't in love with you anymore... and even if you can forgive me, I'll never forgive myself for that."

A few more beats of silence, then Mor continues. "I want you to know, Y/N, that you're perfect for me. What you said that night... about us being mates... about it being wrong" she shakes her head like the thought disturbs her, like she's trying to rid herself of the memory. "That's not true. We belong together. I have never wished you were different. I have never wanted you to be more like Emerie, if that's what you had been thinking."

And she's right, that's exactly what you had convinced yourself she wanted. It had hurt beyond belief, but the ache lessons hearing Mor so sincerely tell you otherwise.

"I just... it had been so long since I had made a true friend, outside of the family. I have Feyre, but she's Rhys' mate before she's my friend, and she's been so busy lately, with her growing family."

"Were you not... were you not happy being my friend and my lover?" you whisper, always prepared to face the fact that you couldn't give Mor everything she needed.

She turns her whole body to face you, her features crumpling in devastation and shock.

"What?! Gods no, Y/N, no, that's not it at all. You're my best friend, and my wife. But we're not together all of the time... we.. we have our differences. Ones that I have never, ever wished didn't exist. It was just nice, to have Emerie, to have someone to talk weapons with, someone that could keep up with me in training, someone that understands what it's like to be a warrior and a female."

You could never fault her for that. Mor, after having gone through so much, deserved a friend she could relate to more than anyone.

"I... I understand that, Mor, I do. What I don't understand is why... or how she became more important than me. Than us." Your tone is firm, straight to the point.

Mor shudders, she squeezes her eyes shut in shame. "She never was. I know you have no reason to believe me, but I swear that no one has ever been more important to me than you, no relationship more important than our marriage."

You're reminded of Emerie telling you how Mor always talked about you, bragged about you, asked about you. You find yourself believing her, your anger slowly ebbing away.

"I got way too caught up in having fun with her, in being able to relate to her. It made me abandon you, neglect our relationship, and again, I am so sorry, baby."

The nickname tugs at your heart, the ease of slipping back into it.

Through tears and a shaky voice, you ask, "When you saw me... when you would come home at night, it felt like all you really needed me for was sex. Do you know how badly that hurt, Mor? To know that after you slept with me, we were going to wake up just for me to be alone again while you spent the day with her?"

Mor cries out, both of her hands coming to rest on your legs. "Gods, Y/N, I'll never forgive myself for making you feel that way. You were the only one on my mind, all day every day. When we made love, I was entirely there, with you. I missed you, every day, even if it was my own fault, I missed you. I just... I wanted to show you how badly I did, how much I loved you, through being intimate. I didn't realize what kind of message I was sending, and I'm so fucking sorry. You're so much more to me than sex, baby, you know that. I love you, I love you, I love you," then she brings one of your hands up to her mouth, planting a kiss to the smooth skin.

You take deep breaths to steady the overwhelming emotions, but the tears remain constant. Her words soothe your anxieties to some degree, but the hurt isn't entirely gone.

"I forgive you, Mor, but I don't know what to do, how to proceed."

Mor's breath catches in her throat, and she doesn't breathe for a few seconds. Eventually, she inhales, shakily, then speaks with a wavering voice. "I will spend the rest of my life making this up to you, Y/N, please give me the chance to prove to you, again, that you're perfect for me, the only person I'll ever need. Please, baby."

She sounds terrified, and you feel a bit guilty, because you hadn't meant to imply that you weren't sure if you'd able to continue being mated to her. Just that you weren't sure how to go from here, how to keep working on making this better.

"I-I don't want to... divorce.. or.. Gods forbid, break the bond, Mor, I don't." Mor shudders with relief, her shoulders relaxing, her hands start shaking a bit less.

"But, we can't just go back to before... we can't act like nothing happened. Things have to change."

"I understand, Y/N, I do. Tell me what you want from me, and I'll do it."

You huff a laugh at her eagerness, your tears finally ceasing to roll down your cheeks. You wipe your face with the back of your hand, but keep the other intertwined with Mor's.

"Well, first, I need to move back in, I guess."

Mor nods rapidly, "Yes, yes, please. I'll help you get your things. Come home, tonight, I can't stand being here without you."

You give her a soft smile, one that she returns. "Okay, we can do that."

She kisses your hand again, rubbing along your knuckles with her thumb.

"But, I don't think..." Mor looks at you expectantly, urging you to continue your train of thought. You clear your throat and begin again. "I-I don't think I'm ready for us to be.. intimate.. again. I-I'm sorry, I just need time, and I nee-"

"Don't apologize, Y/N, it's not necessary and I don't deserve it." Her voice is stern, and it shuts you up immediately. "I told you that you're not just sex, baby. I'll wait as long as you need. All I want is you, back home, with me, in whatever capacity you'll have me."

You nod, a bit stunned by how sincere she is, and relieved that she isn't upset with your decision.

"And, things have to be different. You have to spend time with me again, Mor. I won't be treated like that again." She nods while you talk, and it makes you grow more confident as you assert your needs. "Mornings belong to us again, and you'll speak to me, read with me, before we go to bed. You'll go into town with me, we'll go on dates several times a week, and we'll sit together at family dinner, every single time." Mor's smile grows, like she's proud of you for your demands, demands she would never dream of protesting, demands she craves, too. "You'll speak to me when you see me, you'll kiss me hello and goodbye, you'll ask me how my day was and you'll tell me about yours, even if it's something you think I can't relate to." Mor hums, she nods, she says, "Of course, my love," but you're not done yet. "You're my wife, Mor, my mate. But you're my best friend, too. You'll have to treat me as such again, if this is going to work."

Mor wastes no time agreeing. "Yes, to all of it, a million times, yes. I was a fool for not doing those things these past few months, it's a mistake that will never happen again, I promise you, Y/N." She leans in, and when you don't pull away, she presses a soft kiss to your lips. It feels like coming home, like everything falling back into place. She pulls back, cupping your cheeks with both of her hands. She stares into your eyes, an act of intimacy you can't, won't shy away from. "I'd do anything for you, give you anything, all the time in the world, if you wanted it. I love you, Y/N, and I'll forever be grateful for you, for this second chance you've given me."

You grin, then it's your turn to kiss her. "I believe you, Mor, I really do."

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A/N: Ahhh! Part 2 is finally done! Once again, thank you so much to everyone that encouraged me to write the continuation, and all the enthusiasm you showed me! I really really appreciate all of you guys <3 I hope this part was satisfying and worth the wait :)

[ohbo-ohno]

i hate typin long words sometimes its hard to rlly explain but bc of college too i just found it sm more easier to cut out certain vowels w words (it drives my friends insane sometimes esp when i send a message nd its so full of typos bc i thought itd b funny to turn off autocorrect ?? like no.. i am not gna type out certain words.. so used to it by now

on that note, reader ignoring the txts from ghoap bc shes upset at them nd it isn’t even abt getting kidnapping. like they did smth to upset her and they’re jumpin hoops tryin to figure out what they did 😭 can imagine johnny just being pouty bc they’re away at their job and whinin to ghost and ghost just “>:(“ bc how dare u ignore them..

i love it lol. i have like at least one spelling mistake in every message i send to someone, i end up getting texts from friends that are like "wtf did you just try and say" cause im too excited to send the fucking message to bother rereading. you're relatable as hell.

two ways you can go with this in my head

(a) you're mad at both of them, but you absolutely refuse to tell them why. it should be obvious and quite frankly in your mind it's worse that they don't even know. leaves them pulling their hair out. but this is your first argument as a couple that doesn't center around the whole kidnapping thing so they're trying to like actually work through it lmao. ends with johnny laying himself over you and whining while you just stick your nose in the air and cross your arms. simon tries to be all soft, thinks maybe if he's nice it'll tempt you to tell him. strokes up and down your side, nose in your hair, says a whole bunch of pretty words. you are not fooled lol. they get it out of you after a few rounds of frankly exhausting sex that night lol

(b) you're mad at just one of them. if you're mad at just johnny, simon gets sooooooo cocky. tugs you into his arms, mimics all the ways johnny usually touches you just to drive it home in johnny's head that he's not touching you. keeps you glued right to his lap and tells you you can tell me love, we can make sure he apologizes properly together. make sure mean johnny never hurts you again, hm? and johnny is a mix of pouting and pissed across the couch. if you're mad at just simon, johnny will join in with you. he'll throw an arm over your shoulder and just start making shit up lmao, start saying simon's done all this shit that he hasn't just because it's fun to team up with you on something. you're actually mad but johnny is mostly trying to goad ghost into really good sex. this has a very interesting result that night lol

[whitleyschn33]

…that Whitney post was just beautiful despite that tragic past.

I think the worse part about this: when weiss came back again she insulted, look down on Whitney and worse of all pointed a sword at him. (A gun sword where god forbid it goes off: accidental or worse)

Honestly I truly hated how Whitney was supposed to give that hug to weiss despite weiss not earning it.

Whitney should had pushed her away or even slapped her. (Maybe I am too harsh but you don’t get to do all these awful actions and expect me to be civilized with you)

If anything those scenes made me hate weiss, winter and especially willow for their actions.

I'm pretty sure I've made this joke before but -

Because, like, we get the set-up for a reconciliation where Weiss recognizes why Whitley would be angry with her and take that chance to reach out to him with her scene with Willow, but then the next time she sees him, she threatens and scolds him, treating him like a child. Then the next scene after that is her acting like she forgives him and hugging him and all is well, and that's all well and good on her end since we've never seen Whitley do anything but be a brat so it's easy for her to forgive him, but then what about Whitley?? Like - you still left him behind, multiple times, and until this very moment when he does something genuinely kind and decent for a friend he has no reason to give a shit about, specifically saying he's not doing it for you, you decide that that's the end of it? And then Whitley's anger just vanishes and it's all good? That's bullshit.

Whitley still has every right to be upset and angry when nothing on his end of the emotional situation was concluded. Weiss never talked about anything with him or acted like she did anything wrong - and let me be clear, leaving an abusive environment was not wrong for her to do, but that doesn't mean it didn't still hurt Whitley - or even apologize for forcing her way in and threatening him with her weapon. Weiss does nothing with the insight Willow gives her and does nothing to earn any sort of goodwill on Whitley's part, but because Weiss has chosen to forgive him, Whitley just has to accept it I guess because we can't have anyone actually remember their motivations when it's time for them to join the good guy squad. Doesn't matter how angry you might have been about being left behind in a neglectful and abusive environment, boy, your sister has forgiven you for the sin of being pissy with her, so it's all in the past now! I'd rant more, but I've actually got an entire breakdown on these scenes here, so, uh, check it out if you're interested, lol.

I... can't see Whitley actually slapping anyone, it doesn't seem his style, but he sure as hell looked very uncomfortable to be hugged by Weiss until he was forced to accept it!

And God, Willow. The fact that she's well aware of what she's done with regard to raising Whitley but then just... doesn't seem to care until he's almost killed? Miss me with hasty redemption - you abandoned your children for years, abandoned your son for the past day or two, and suddenly because you saved his life it's all okay? No. It's not. And the fact that Whitley is made to just smile and nod is frankly a bit sickening.

(Thank you, though! Just kinda wanted to put into perspective how young Whitley was when all of this was going down. Like I said in the post, I do personally lean more towards him being 15 or 16, the idea of him being 12 when Weiss leaves for Beacon just feels wrong, but with how vague the timeline and their ages are, Whitley being 5 when their family falls apart for good is a very real and very tragic possibility.)

[soursherbat]

hi hello i adore your dynamic with shamura and lamb can i just kick my little feet and ask for you to ramble about them?

ABSOLUTELY YOU CAN!!! do u know what you're signing up for. i have so many thoughts about them,

so!!! i believe this all takes place over at Least a few years, likely a decade- at first, their dynamic is rather strained. shamura's guilt causes them to repeatedly push the lamb away and lash out at times, though they cannot fully distance themself from it.

shamura starts off as a dissenter, but in my au that's mostly because they're confused as to where they are, and rather upset about their fate in general- if i were forced into the cult of the one who killed my Entire Family i would be pretty pissed too!

but shamura can't force themself to hate the lamb like heket and narinder do initially, i believe they're very forgiving. in all of my saves ive solved their dissenting with a meal- so ive made that canon here! the lamb and shamura share a meal to establish trust, after all if you believed someone truly wanted to kill you, why would you share a meal?

ramzi even apologizes to them for everything he's done- something shamura can't even bring themself to do. they're forgiving, of course, but now they just feel even worse about how they've acted and everything they've done in their past... ramzi could have figured out everything much sooner if he'd read their mind, but he genuinely prefers to not read them, feeling that it's too intrusive.

and i mean, ramzi is always so nice to shamura, even when they're short with it in response. not to mention they feel as if they owe him their life, and he doesn't even make them work! they feel horrible for wanting to get away from him, but guilt and regret make you do irrational things.

ramzi doesn't know which of the bishops had the initial idea to cull the lambs, and frankly he didn't want to know. he's actually the one to approach shamura and ask if he's done something to make them hate it, which- well.

it makes shamura lose their composure and explain everything to him, creating an even bigger rift than before. he truly didn't want to know, he would have preferred to be ignorant about it, and now someone he truly had been developing feelings for tells him they're the reason his entire family and even his species is gone?

they spend some time avoiding each other while ramzi gathers his thoughts and decides to approach them once more, telling them that while he cannot forgive them, he'd try to in time. it's reasonable in shamura's mind, although it does sting to hear it from ramzi directly.

even after All of this, the lamb is nothing but accommodating to them. even moreso after, actually! he takes all of the bishop's ailments and disabilities very seriously, and works his hardest to help them recover how he can, but he's always paid special attention to shamura...

i can't lie, ramzi does play favorites a little bit. something about them drew ramzi in, and in my timeline they're the first to marry, despite starting on possibly the shakiest ground possible!

he does forgive them eventually, and that's when their relationship truly begins. everyone had always had a feeling there was some sort of tension between them, but it becomes so compounded after sharing a bottle of ambrosia that they can't hide their feelings for each other anymore and they decide to give things a try.

shamura is rather repressed, in my opinion- as the former god of war, reason ruled over all. they couldn't afford to let emotions get in their way, and they kind've fumble their way through their relationship with the lamb.

ramzi finds it all too endearing, and finds out very quickly that he enjoys their 'courtship ritual' which just involves them gently drumming their pedipalps and facial appendages on him like a real spider. they also give the best hugs in his opinion, what with their extra set of arms and all-

okay i need to stop now or ill write you an entire novel but honestly i think i should just write fics abt them at this point

[rare-agere-reverie]

Hello there I wanted to request a fanfic (although headcannons would be ok to)

Cg(s): Eddie and Frank

Little(s):Wally

So Wally has been running himself ragged all day helping the neighbours his last stop is at frank and eddie’s house to help with chores but Wally regresses by accident while helping Eddie and Frank with some chores due to being overtired and cranky

Thank you -🦎

Most of my requests rn are for fics anon 🦎 so I’ll make these hcs as fic

CG!Frank Frankly and CG!Eddie Dear with Stressed and Cranky Little!Wally Darling Headcanons as Fic

💥 One day, Wally accidentally dragged himself into a hectic day of helping his fellow neighbors.

💥 First, he needed to readjust Sally’s stage lights for an upcoming play, but Barnaby rewrote his dialogue to be funnier, so she got frustrated and scolded him loudly.

🌩️ Her voice was too strong for Wally, yet it wouldn’t stop as Barnaby kept egging her on.

💥 Second, he needed to retrieve some lost inventory in a crevice too small for Howdy to fit, causing Wally to strain himself and develop aches all over his body.

💥 Third, he needed to help Poppy and Julie bake a chocolate cake, but the rainbow monster didn’t work the electric mixer properly and splattered batter onto everyone.

🌩️ Wally had to return to Home for a shower, yet his mounting stress never left.

💥 Now, he’s helping Eddie and Frank carry a rather heavy package inside the frowning friend’s house.

💥 They all hold a third of the box as they traverse the entryway and down the hall.

💥 However, Wally’s arms give up without warning and drop his side of the cardboard package in front to the door to the study.

💥 After the other two carefully and quickly place the remainder onto the wooden floor, Frank angrily questions why the short painter would do such a thing.

🌩️ “Don’t you remember what I told you? This equipment is fragile!”

💥 Meanwhile, Eddie notices something off, like a gut feeling demanding attention.

💥 Wally doesn’t shout out his fury; he taps his left foot, crosses his arms, and turns his head away from Frank.

💥 The gray grump could’ve escalated the situation further if it weren’t for Eddie asking to talk in the kitchen, far enough so Wally wouldn’t hear.

💥 In the solace of the organized kitchen, Eddie explains their friend is probably tired because of some work he’s done throughout the neighborhood.

🌩️ He knows because his mail route today let him catch glimpses of Wally.

💥 Frank, still annoyed at a lesser degree, understands he shouldn’t overwhelm the artist.

💥 The duo finally return to Wally, and Frank apologizes.

💥 Even with the small darling accepting the apology, he keeps carrying an upset mood, prompting the two taller friends to brainstorm solutions.

🌩️ It’s Eddie’s suggestion of a nap that they agree upon.

💥 A new goal in mind, the mailman sprints off to bring pajamas from Home while Frank takes care of Wally.

💥 The smart entomologist decides to try calming him down a bit with a glass of water.

💥 Strangely, Wally’s hands can’t properly grasp the cup, alerting Frank and moving his steady hands around the smaller ones.

🌩️ Now he’s sure Wally is regressing; he’ll have to tell Eddie when he gets back.

💥 Speak of the devil mailman, he nearly stumbles inside with a set of striped rainbow pajamas.

💥 Frank lets Wally change on his own in the bathroom, and uses the spare time to inform Eddie about the regression and what it is.

🌩️ With all this new info, Eddie takes it greatly with compassion and understanding.

💥 Out of the bathroom, Wally nearly squeaks in surprise as his mail carrier friend scoops him up like a baby.

🌩️ Despite his sour attitude, he goes limp and relishes the comforting presence.

💥 They go to Frank’s bedroom, where both newly-made caregivers tuck the little under the yellow sheets.

💥 Eddie almost asks Frank if he has any books for a bedtime story, when Wally tugs at his friends’ hands.

💥 Both of them get the hint, joining their tiny darling under the covers, and cuddling their baby.

💥 Not long after, the trio fall asleep in a warm embrace, Wally between Frank and Eddie, the two he’ll proudly call his caregivers.

[sammyluvr]

okay thought of this reading your response to the soulless ask and just... now that I'm thinking about it it makes sooo much sense that sam never had a stable relationship since he got back into hunting. like eileen went away and he didn't get with madison and all that because

okay as much as i adore sam and id let him do whatever he wants to me, talking from these women's point of views... i leave too. so much shit is happening with sam but beyond that most times he messes up its unintentional and to save the world and and and so you're just always invalidated. everytime he hurts you because he didn't have his soul or he's possessed or he leaves for months because of something urgent that's going to literally save the world you're just not allowed to be sad.

and he's not the one making you feel this way, obviously he's the sweetest soul and apologizes and hugs you and kisses your head an says I wish I didn't have to go and yet some part of you resents him, you know? you cant be angry at someone whos saving the world. its very exhausting and at some point just too much.

--kiss

oh just one million percent. there's a reason neither of them ever have a consistent or stable relationship while their hunting. you sort of just can't. and like. if you follow the show and it's themes and canon authentically then there's no point or realism to a stable romantic relationship for sam or dean. because the point was never romance at all. the point it sam and dean, the point is about family, the point is about how sam especially could never have a relationship like that until dean was dead, until he was done with hunting forever. and even then, it was part of the point that his wife was faceless. frankly, she's not important. they show his son who is literally named after dean, and then sam dies and then he goes to heaven. with dean. the point never ever was about romance in almost any facet of the show. yes, it was shown one expression of love and human relationships, but in terms of sam and dean, their romances are all short lived or skimmed through, but their relationship as brothers is literally forever and literally the whole entire point lowkey LOL so yeah!!!

i completely agree that if he was in a long term relationship while hunting it wouldn't work out. it would be too much. i think you'd be allowed to be upset and sad and hurting because of all of these things, but the solution would be for sam to leave hunting. and he's not going to do that so the only other option is to not be with him. and i love love love the angst of it all because you love him. you hate that you resent him because you love him. more than anything, maybe, and maybe it's not him that you resent but the fact that this will never work, the fact that he's the one who has to save the work, the fact that you can't get him away from the horror of it all. and then maybe the fact that he's unwilling to leave for you, even if he's choosing his brother and the world over you, so you do resent him a little bit, but you understand him and you'll never wrap your head around it all or be at peace unless you go.

[yourbleedingh3art]

Genuinely really upsetting past 13 hours so i want to be gentle but ask myself why?

I wondered a lot about offers - not thinking much of human collaboration, because I almost doubt collaboration is possible in a context of capitalism , feeling doubt in my ability to experience non-competition and appreciation and feeling attached to the unknown importance of feeling my doubt

I read that I wouldn’t make $500 or be in a music video in Chicago this weekend - It saddened me, i walked around campus aimlessly, i felt longing and melancholy, displaced and unverbalized desire. I imagined then an act of balance was perhaps to keep to my commitment and to do, to finish, the Alessandro interview right then and there.

Frankly, I don’t think I received much comfort in my work - I found it hard even to notice. When I found myself noticing what I was doing, I would pull painfully away into distraction, then obligation would tug at me, and my ritual body language began again… and I would resume, and then notice the movement of my hands and consider it and scoff disgustedly at my actions and feelings, imaging myself rule following to a point of personal loss - bodily disconnect.

I wrote checks my ass couldn’t cash. I made a false promise to Alessandro. Now I rely on faith:

Faithful am I Alessandro will understand my complexities and I, his. Faithful am I this will bring sympathy, and a great well of eventual joy to us both, joy which is an extended release. Faithful am I my car will not have a storage fee after one night. Faithful, if it does, that I will pay it tomorrow before the chance of fee accumulation. Faithful my car will remain unmoved by the world.

The narrative of material need seems influenced heavily by dishonesty. Now I wonder, why do I have a car? Why did my parents teach me it was important? Why are roads paved? Why are cities built? Why are there rules of the road? Who wrote them? When? Where are they published? How many people know them? How many cops know them? How many cops and people know all the traffic rules? How long did it take to memorize? Why would I be able to intuit that? (Asked my

Mom on the phone) Do you think I’ve done something wrong? (Asked on phone) Why do you think you know how to drive? Can you accept the feeling of being moved against your will? Do you feel you have a will and you know your will? Do you feel that your ownership over metaphysical things is beautiful and unrecognized? Do you feel you have a will and an identity? Do you feel respected? How can the world sleep at night? Is empathy voiced?

Car. Land. Didn’t ask to be born. Asked for a car at some point I guess, because I was told it was needed. And because I wanted it. I wanted to get far away. I wanted to go somewhere fun. I wanted to live in a walkable neighborhood ever since growing up. I wanted to drive to walkable neighborhoods and pretend I grew up there. Price is fantasy and machine is fantasy everything CAN BE done with the hands , with the feet.. with the body with the love with the letter writing and I don’t agree , at this time, that it was progress or efficacy to lessen the direct influence of body movement … fingers pressing buttons … something feels lost because I am able to believe so strongly in a world that I have perhaps never lived in

Faith is the idea that I’ve been in that world all along , it’s possible, and mercy is to resent not myself, not the world, not any.. Mayhaps.. admittedly in desperate moments , my thoughts seem extreme and Christianized

God came into my mind in the shower today. I feel desperate enough.

No apology. Coming home to absence. Expectation baring on my visibility. Coming home to absence after recently coming home to absence. The thing I thought belonged to me, that would be where I left it, is gone, and I wonder why I ever thought things belonged to me, or why I now have to pay for them to keep up the impression… which has been shattered, in many ways, my feeling of agency and ability to control and assert myself as a subject and agent of chance .. has been shattered during my first week of school

And built up again, by brave activities and reckless feeling and expression

I thought, everything sucks but I am feeling so passionately, I am wearing it on my face everywhere I go, I am me, me, me, me, I am this feeling thing!