#and im trying really hard to be chipper about it all

[aria-ashryver]

hello darlings!

just a quick note re. Starlight's posting schedule - I'm going to be in and out of hospital a lot, so we might be in for an erratic few weeks where I'm not keeping up with a new chapter every monday (I'll probably say as much in my next A/N, but just thought I'd post here too).

im still chipping away at things, but i doubt i'll have a chapter out today unfortunately 😭💔 with any luck, things will all be back on track soon! 😊

I'll do my best to get healthy!! 💪💪💪

[hunterbunter3000]

I think it's also about the way sweetheart touches them. She's gentle with them, which is something rare for absolutely all of them. Sweetheart doesn't assume because they're in the military that they don't need kindness and support and delicate hands. She knows they already think that they don't deserve anything like that so when she sees them wanting it and craving it, she is so willing to give. Her love cup is so full for her team and the people she cares for.

She handles ghost like he's still just Simon Riley, a sad kid deep down. Sweetheart offers up affection that she can just feel is so foreign to him. Yes he can take care of himself but everybody knows it doesn't extend beyond the basics and she takes time to try to heal his aches and pains that he's gotten so used to living with

She's delicate with price, knowing how hard he's worked to keep the team alive and well. How most of the time, he gets no recognition for his efforts. Sure, she teases him and calls him an old man when he complains about his back but in the same breath is offering a massage to get the ever present knot out

She's attentive with soap, hating how he looks like a sad puppy when people try to brush him off as a loud and brash grown up child. She wants him to hold on to that because she knows if it goes away, he'll seem like a shell of himself. She's seen what too long in the field can do to someone like johnny and how it can change them for the worst so she always encourages his jokes and such.

She helps gaz as much as she can. She sees how he pushes himself and how it sometimes ends up in neglect of himself. How many meals has he missed due to trying to just get one more thing done? How many hours of sleep has he skipped to try to figure something out? With a firm hand, she always guides him into taking care of himself and to give himself a much needed break.

IM RAMBLING IM SORRY

AAA NOOO DONT BE SORRY- DONT EVER BE SORRY FOR RAMBLING THIS IS AMAZING 💖✨️✨️💕

(I'm terribly sorry this took so long- BUT GARRICK'S IS PRETTY LONG SO ITS A WIN WIN-)

But holy cow I agree with this so much

Tw: mentions of depression, insecurities, trust issues

I'm really gonna start with Soap because what you said is her biggest fear. She cares deeply for Mactavish and always pays a little bit more attention to him than the others because of that terror.

It would be a nightmare if she didn't see the life in his eyes anymore. Her heart was already broken when her second uncle came back a zombie from being in the army. Didn't talk to anyone, and if he did he would always snap at them. He loved his family still. He really did. But the happiness, and the compassion was gone. He couldn't let go of the guilt, of the regret he had in his choices. He didn't really talk about it, but when he did Sweetheart could see the black tar oozing out of his mouth. All the internal pain and suffering. She doesn't want to see Soap be like that, since their personalities are quite similar. Fun, chipper, determined and kind. She will protect his internal being with everything she has, just like she did with her uncle. So she will always laugh at his jokes and add on to them, making them both double over. She will always stand up for him when someone calls him loud and brash. Telling him it's okay to express yourself how you want to.

If she fails, if she even sees the shine leave his eyes for a second, she knows she failed her uncle again and will never be the same.

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Now with Ghost-- GOOAAHHHHDDDD he needs all the hugs and cheek kisses he can get (and really just hugs) he doesn't like to be touched unless he knows you knows you (kinda like König and Roach) it took Sweetheart a WHILEE to get close to Ghost. Yes, he did have a small soft spot for her, but he would NOT let her touch him. It took like five months just to let her touch his shoulder. Because of his insane trust issues and paranoia, he didn't let her get close. He couldn't. He couldn't risk getting hurt from Sweetheart. Kind, charming, thoughtful, Sweetheart. Caring, strong, smart, Sweetheart. He craved for her touch so badly that he knew it was what he needed, but he couldn't handle the pain afterward. But there was no pain when she first hugged him when he came out of that explosion alive. There was no pain when she held his hand through his panic attack. There was just warmth. And love. Through every touch she gave him, it spoke of love and care. She gave him time. She gave him so much patience so he could trust her. So he could love her. And he does.

Price-- that man deserves a hundred medals I swear. As you said, he gets no recognition of his effort from anyone, because that's what he's supposed to do. He's supposed to get everyone out alive, he's supposed to succeed everytime. It's just built in the job with that expectation. But Sweetheart knows in order to keep that kind of task going, he needs support. And my god, does she give it to him. Always patting him on the back and saying good job. Checking for any injuries, and if there are, she would fix them. Listening to anything he's talking about and giving her opinions on it. Giving him some tea and something to eat if he's up late. And just giving him any form of affirmation. He deserves it. He deserves all the support, the back rubs, the massages and the teasing, the tea and the naps, all of it. And Price is so grateful for it. If she wasn't there for him, no one would be.

Kyle. Gaz. Garrick. Goodness, that boy has put so many expectations on himself that NO ONE ELSE has put on him. It's weighing him down. Since he's the youngest and has less experience than everyone else, he thinks that he has to catch up to everyone else or be better than them in order for people to see him. See him being one of the members of Task Force 141. The best of the best, right? Like Sweetheart? How she carries herself through chaos, how she handles dire situations, how well she works with others, how physically, mentally, and emotionally strong she is? Can he be skilled like Sweetheart? Calm and collected like Ghost? Well-armed like Soap? He doesn't know. His insecurities are always getting the best of him, making him forget to brush his teeth. Or eat breakfast. Or even get out of bed. Is he even fit to be on this team? Sweetheart knocks on his door. Is he even worthy? She knocks again. He has so much to catch up on. She opens his door. How will he catch up to them? She sighs, walking towards his curled up figure on his bed. He's in their shadow. Maybe he should leave. Sweetheart comes into his view, shocking him. She has a slight concerning face, but more anger than anything. Angry that he hasn't been taking care of himself. Concerned on why he hasn't been taking care of himself. She grabs his hand and brings it to her lips, closing her eyes. His entire body feels warm. Awake. She breathes in and opens her eyes back up. She urges him to get up. Get up and take a shower. His brain says no, but his body is moving subconsciously. She waits outside the Men's Bath Unit until he's done. She waits for him, quite closely, when he's brushing his teeth; Sweetheart tells him not to forget to brush his molars. She waits for him when he dresses himself in clean clothes, still in the same room as him, just turned. She waits for him to finish eating a big breakfast, which he eats fully. All with silence. All with a neutral face. Yet her actions are firm. Caring. Helpful. She sits him down on his now cleaned bed, the help of Sweetheart, and they just... talk. Talk about what's been going on, talk about why he feels this way, and when. It helps. She's giving her opinions on what he can do to be better, but it's up to him to take them. She sighs, eyes studying him. 'I hope I'm not crossing any boundaries with you. But I couldn't sit aside and let you make yourself disappear. Especially when you're valued as a teammate and a friend.' She says. Gaz feels like crying. And he does. He hugs so tightly. Tight enough that she could feel his appreciation through his touch. He's thankful that she saw him. And she continues to see him.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Do you think the Peters would continue to wear their masks in HQ because it's weird seeing your face on other people even if they're all a teensy bit different or would they have gotten over it quickly?

This kinda opens up a big chasm that I'm SO CURIOUS ABOUT - Because I would assume they'd get use to it, but HOW.

And now this has turned into a long post about

The Spider Society: Multiverse Integration Process Analysis

[In this post I theorize and deconstruct:

The psychological existential damage that would come with joining The Society

How The Society handles integration and mental health for new recruits in everything from those in different timelines (Noir & Webslinger), Duplicates (Like Gwen & Hobie)

These are all headcanons based on.....me.

And...this devolves into a rant a little bit in the beginning BEAR WITH ME - But I hope you enjoy and I'm DYING to hear people's thoughts!! We GETTIN INTO IT]

So. Joining the Society sounds swell. But thinking about it for more than two seconds..

Even the idea is like...borderline traumatic.

Think about it. Like we've only ever seen ourselves in mirrors and photos - mirrors being reflections and photos having a shorter focal length than the human eye.

We normally have a very limited view on how we've ever seen ourselves externally.

So turning up to HQ isn't just seeing yourself - it's seeing yourself WRONG. In a way you've never seen yourself before. Some even theorize that your brain wouldn't even process it as you because of your visual expectations of yourself.

So as a Peter-

Maybe he doesn't even realize at first that the people around him ARE HIM, until it clicks like 'OH. THATS WHAT I LOOK LIKE?!' Is that my face???

It would only take a couple seconds to do the math, but it's still JARRING. To see yourself moving and speaking and actively laughing.

Hearing your own laugh.

HEARING YOUR VOICE SAY THINGS YOU'D NEVER SAY. Literally looking at another Spider-person like 'I would not say that'. It must be so mentally jarring and confusing to suddenly have a new and complete external view of yourself you have no control over - even moreso with such wide variation.

And then it goes even further - as trans person like

I imagine Trans-Guy Peter Parker turning up to campus and realizing '..oh, most other Peters are cis.' The emotions of that would be so surreal and conflicting. Part affirmative of your place in the universe as a guy, but also part isolating or confusing.

Part 'Hell yeah other guys', part 'WTF universe' [Like if I saw cis guy version of myself bruh Idk if I'd hug him or fight him to the death right then and there i REALLY don't know I might snap and go Miguel Mode on that mfer anything could happen]

It even goes further to time eras:

I understand why Noir isn't in the Society. Having a bunch of Spider-people from 2023 saying 'Oh wow you're from 1933, well your life is gonna SUCK for the next decade or two cause in my universe in WW2 Germany-'

Like...that's NERVE-WRECKING.

Cause he'd probably be like 'wow swell, chipper. so umm...is WW2 a canon event because im trying really hard to stop that'

Imagine being from the 1930's and someone comes up and spoils WW2 for you. WORLD WAR 2. SPOILED. Like it's a soap opera.

If someone shows Noir Oppenheimer it's like..game over. What's he gonna do does he even know what an atom bomb is.?????

When joining, everyone is faced with a LARGE possibility of existential damage - even moreso for Peters, minority Peters, or people like Gwen.

Which begs the question - HOW DOES INTEGRATION WORK?

How does The Spider Society handle Integration?

I'm so curious to hear thoughts about this. Because how can you integrate someone of a different history, technological understanding, and basic EXISTENCE without psychologically sending them in a tailspin?

I'm gonna take a crack at it!

Culturally and Timeline wise? -

Culturally, how does one adjust? Like Noir?

I was thinking about this with the creation of my new OC - and I ran into a huge problem in terms off integration.

I recently created an OC who is supposed to come from a Wakanda-like rendition of South America - in a universe where the Spanish conquistadors never colonized.

Which is a lovely thought - But logically speaking

That Spider-person has to go to HQ and be told that in every other world their land was colonized for hundreds of years. *vine thud*

Then that Spider-person would logically, have to be told that large swathes of their culture were either destroyed, desecrated or were never created to begin with because of this colonization

- and that THEIR universe is the only universe where their people survive and thrive.

AND THEN they're looking at her like

'Now that we explained that uhhh can you go through an integration course for us? :) so you can assimilate into our society? but the course is only in widely spoken languages like English and SPANISH. Do you speak SPANISH? Welcome to NUEVA YORK btw'

UH-OH. THAT SUCKS ASS. Who's gonna be the one to tell her that???

Of course she'd be like 'Actually, this is the worst day of my life i hate everyone here and im psychologically stressed beyond repair, thanks for that. your society and multiverse sucks balls btw'

And this is not something I'm choosing to put the character through.

In fact, the character is supposed to be about the empowerment of Quechua people and avoiding the trauma of colonization.

But by simply existing in the context of The Spider Society - Logically speaking - she has to face this huge inevitable trauma and reality outside of her universe.

And that adjustment goes way beyond her learning technology. She'd genuinely be in mourning.

She wouldn't be able to connect with other Latin American Spider-people, because she's NOT 'Latin-American'. That idea is foreign to her.

She'd constantly be told or sent messages that her universe and nation and reality was a novel rarity. A lucky fluke.

There has to be some integration process in place -

If you're from a universe like Barbieland, where your society is matriarchal, you'd probably be really stunned and hurt to experience casual or outright sexism for the first time.

And then being told by other Spiderwomen that - yeah no, your universe isn't actually that common. Most universes SUCK for women.

-That'd scare the shit outta you. You'd be like fine I dont wanna go to other universes I wanna go home and cry

On the other hand, people like Hobie exist, who hail from dystopias. And for them, it's the reverse. The Society may be a new batch of freedom they've never dealt with before.

And they have to be assured they are back not and do have more freedom and that's good. Almost like the deprogramming from a cult (into something another society that's very similar).

Someone would have to explain:

People from different times (or social standings) as well.

Sure, Hobie may have adjusted easy, but we can only assume that. And I've talked before about how learning about other Spider-People, The Society, and their blatant disrespect to what HE considers the point of Spider-man - was probably incredibly stressful for him.

Or even simple things of telling a black Spider-person from let's say 1940 that 'you have equality now - there's groups and movements and you can meet black people from newer universes that are happy and free to do as they please. You can heal'. After DECADES of oppression.

Or telling a gay or trans Spider-person 'Oh, most universes are actually super accepting. I'm sorry yours is so oppressive. The HRT here is great and free.'

EVEN FOR SILLY PEOPLE for Spider-people like lets say Spider-Fool (a silly little guy). How do you explain to Spider-Fool that Miguel isn't a king - he's just some guy and NO horseback jousting with Webslinger is against rules and not a way to settle disputes??

They're not hearing that.

Or explaining to people that Lyla isn't a person and its possible for her to be everywhere at once.

Logically speaking someone has explain this to them right out very early on and I'm so curious about that!!

There has to be something there to mentally support them so they don't crack and also explain to them the nuances of existence in a universe that's literally like the New York of the multiverse- full of dozens of cultures and subgroups.

My Analysis -

So I'm assuming an cultural integration includes:

Some sort of Common World History Course

A Social Etiquette Course and a

Multiverse Minority Sensitivity Course that deals with either accepting and adjusting to the fact you're a Multiverse Minority or how to approach and speak to Multiverse Minorities if you're a Peter or something.

Optionally: The MMS Course may also include routine therapy sessions at the Mental Health Center to check their adjustments

So okay, you've explained the multiverse and how to exist in it! Great

____

Now you have to explain THE TIMELINE.

Which is arguably WORSE. And I'm not even TOUCHING Canon Events here.

Let's talk about Gwen. Because I feel for her. REALLY REALLY BAD FOR HER.

How did they explain to Gwen WHO she was - or WHY these grown men were staring at her?

Imagine being Gwen on day one. Asking herself how all these guys know her name.

She's basically alone beside these new adults and Peter B. - and suddenly large groups of grown men are staring at her because holy shit she looks exactly like their sweetheart who they last saw in a goddamn casket.

Like not only is that gonna really throw off Peters mentally - it's probably terrifying for Gwen.

I'm not slagging off Peters here, but I genuinely think that Gwen's first time on campus would draw crowds. It a genuine situation on campus. Like people standing around her at all times until Miguel makes them stop.

Because when you lose someone SO traumatically, and then suddenly they're in front of you without warning - your first reaction would be to stare, and be totally stunned. It's surreal.

Even if you knew it was 'technically possible'. When they're standing there in front of you after you've seen them buried, your brain needs time to process that.

So I do think that her being there would trigger some kind of event on campus, and not in a good way.

Gwen's like 'How do these people - these GUYS know me? What's this crowd for? Why are some of them crying? This is scary.'

She's 16 for christ's sake.

And then someone has to explain to her who she is, and how she dies. Come on now.

Imagine someone being like 'Oh yeah you break ur back and die from a fall in literally every universe lol. Anyway can you go out and swing at high altitude after an anomaly? thanks, don't fall! - just kiddin'

Wouldn't you be like 'nah actually i wanna never leave my room'?. That could instill a level of fear that's paralyzing because you're waiting for the other Gwen shoe to drop (sorry had to take the pun)

Or even worse -

You're Gwen literally just existing and a grown Peter comes up to you and just shows you your own funeral photo. Like ?????????????? You'd be there like ?????????????????????!!!!!

HOW DO YOU REACT TO THAT???? How do you stop that??? How do you explain or process that?????

That scenario is completely possible in the context of Spiderverse!!

How do they explain to people like Gwen or Hobie their 'PLACE' in the universe?

Especially someone like Hobie who isn't with the shits to begin with.

In the comics, we see Pavitr reflect on The Spider Society and race - and when entire identities are dragged into it - it's going to get confusing.

Did they TELL Hobie's he's Prowler? Would he even believe them?

Or did they let him come across a Prowler only to see them and be like 'M8 that's me that's literally me standing there'

Once again, you may theoretically know it's possible. But also - the human brain isn't made to process that. In the moment you have no idea how you'd react, realistically speaking.

The situation in itself goes entirely against the brain's understanding of fate, reality, and your entire personhood.

Seeing yourself from 3rd person doing actions you would not do is like - forced depersonalization and disssociation. IRL.

You are literally being depersonalized from your actual basic identity. Dissociated and forced to watch from an outside view - except it's not something your brain is doing - IT'S THE UNIVERSE and you're watching it in real time.

There has to be some way all of these people are like - capable of processing all this in a natural way like a university - with some sort of mental support and coaching. It wouldn't be possible without it.

If Webslinger can walk around and see flying cars in Neuva York and not care, then something had to get him to that point.

Timeline wise - I can only guess classes are separated based on need and classifications which I spoke about here.

A Mental Health Course & Identity Coaching for Peters - to help them resecure their identity in a sea of copies

A Mental Health Course & Identity Coaching for 'Not Peters' - like Pavitr

A Mental Health Course & Identity Coaching for Duplicates - like Gwen & Hobie, to help them 'regain autonomy' in a universe in which they are a rarity or a 'lucky chance'

ADDITIONALLY:

For their own safety and privacy people like Gwen and Felicia Hardy (NightSpider) stay in separate dorms, so they're not exposed to Peter's. (not that NightSpider stays on campus. Her penthouse is nice AF)

When a Peter experiences a Gwen Stacy canon event Gwen is put on a short sabbatical - usually Miguel just tells Hobie to keep her in his universe. This is one of the only times he'll tell Hobie to do this, but it's just easier and safer if she's not there.

Villainy Monitoring: For Hobie - extra surveillance, for a number of reasons. But Lyla also calculates his rates of villainy. They're always INCREDIBLY low, and Hobie's file indicates there's basically a 0 percent chance of him going Prowler - BUT it is something they check for. This would go for any other 'Villainous Duplicates' like Harry Osborns who become Spider-man.

Even though she's not too dangerous, NightSpider is considered a light antagonistic-but-not-evil 'Villainous Duplicate' designation in her file.

But those would have to be just the basics.

........... And now that I read this back I see that I may have went a bit off the rails...... hm.

Um...anyway I don't know where I was going for this and I'm not even sure this is what you asked for but I think it's SO interesting psychologically suhkfgdfjgkdf

This also gave me a lot of ideas for how the universes work and the web and how close different universes are but that's a whole other jar of worms.

But if you made it this far PLEASE PLEASE tell me how you think Hobie and Gwen and Your Spidersona would adjust to Spider Society! I'm curious!

..........I don't know how to end this. Thank you for this ask tho!! Here Hobie

(my face after saying the most random shit known to humankind without proofreading and then hitting post like i did something)

[kittykittyanon]

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[kath-artic]

everytime something like this happens i think the thing that scares me the most is my own reaction. because the situation never strikes me as being That Bad and i just cant tell if thats true and theres something wrong with me or if my reaction is telling me that things really are that bad. i never thought id call the cops on my mom until i did it. i never thought id jump out of a moving car until i was already running. and it scares me so much because im famously the one person in this family with impulse control, in fact i often have too much impulse control to the point that i cant get myself to do anything (like the control center in my brain is so afraid of losing control that it never really allowed me to gain it in the first place because the only way to truly have control is to do nothing at all), and yet in these moments i dont even think about it. i just take off before i get a chance to think. and so theres just no precedent for the way im acting. i dont know if its justified or not because it just happens. in those moments i have no choice and all i know is that it only happens when i lose control completely despite trying to be as complacent as possible. its when ive done nothing and im trying my hardest to placate someone who's angry at me for something they imagined i did and i realize theres no amount of making myself smaller that will take me out of the situation and give me control back that i just snap. the other time something like this happened was when i was losing my house and my room was being packed up without me being there to say what i wanted to keep and the people that my aunts hired to do the estate sale were very obviously lying to us and telling me my grandfather was gonna die and then being condescending when i started crying and then one of my aunts came into the kitchen where i was just sobbing into my food and said something in this sickly chipper attitude as if nothing was happening and we just had to accept it all and i threw my phone across the room and started banging my head into the table as hard as i could before she restrained me and i just started screaming at her (and for some goddamn reason my mom recorded this whole thing and thought id be happy that she did that) and it wound up making my aunts go easier on us about the deadlines by which we had to be packed up. i just don't know man. i dont know if im crazy. i dont know if im justified. all i know is im scared

[goldenguillotines]

A few things going forward- and I try not to make stuff like this but I feel like it's necessary not only to kinda. Put boundaries down but also for my comfort as well. This isn't sparked by one person but rather multiple occurances and just. Wanna be transparent, because I do have feelings. Gg isn't always super happy go getter energy silly everyone sees me as. I know some people don't really care and that's fine I just want to be clear (pls read tags as well)

I'm going to be selective with who I ship my characters/plot my characters with. I don't mind characters being friends and such but I have been feeling like I've been given mixed signals from people I've reached out to or during talking about them? It makes it hard to tell if I'm just on some one Sided eager excited and the other person isn't digging it. Or that plots get dropped and suddenly im seeing what we were planning or brainstorming thrown away because I wasn't told they were doing something with someone else. I need to explicitly say, I don't mind when plots cross, but if were planning a quad. Most of my characters are monogamous or specifically only open to polycules or occasionally fully polyam. I try to keep it single ship because of bad expierences in the past and my own comfort with how I interact with my characters. Hard to be super chipper excited about it when it brings up bad personal memories myself. I kinda put a piece of myself in every character so trust me when I say it makes me feel disjointed.

Just please be direct with me and tell me if you don't wanna! I hold these quads hostage basically with the idea of a ship that gets dragged on when I wanna do stuff! Again- I know I get excited and wanna do stuff!! Brand new blorbo syndrome!! You can just say no! I won't be mad! I promise. I won't be upset! Or just give me clarity that a quad is shifted. When I'm given no clarity at all- It makes me feel really bad. Again this is not about anyone in particular and imbkot trying to vague anyone but understand this has happened from different people

My commissions are gonna be semi-closed going forward. I don't have the time for it and frankly I'm not sure where I am art wise.

I am putting this blog on a semi Hiatus. Kinda smacking it with that sticker because I haven't really been producing art that i enjoy. Everyone can say "I love gg art" and all that but it's like looking at a mess I made on my canvas and just wondering where I went wrong. It's very very upsetting for me when art is my outlet, I do it to be happy! I like making! I really do. But I feel like stranger with it. My skills have stagnated and it hurts me a lot. The only thing I've felt like that hasn't been bad has been my chibis and I know people don't want to see those all the time. I'm kinda trying to work through it but it hurts. I'm a human, I have feelings. I try not to put my emotions too online or my problems because I think a lot of people here use Tumblr to escape like I do. I try to be positive! I wanna keep things happy and light but I can't always be like that

I wanna also mention I have been trying to keep up with everyone's happenings and stuff but I am awake about 12~14 hours a day working or having my responsibilities. I am tired. So if you haven't seen me in your notifications a lot or when you do, I seem deflated. I don't have a lot of energy to spare and I try to catch stuff here and there. But I won't be able to see everything. it's not that I'm avoiding anyone's content or something like that. I just. Have a physical job.

[daedalusdavinci]

lets go second prompt bABY. 16 "At your lover’s complaining, rubbing a spot where they ache, smiling as they lean into your touch and melt at both the touch and warmth." twomatches or whatever the fuck i forget these bastards ship names sometimes

send me a meaningful gesture prompt!

you got it right. anyway bruce needs a mobility aid and dc can meet me in the pit about it. deny it all you want dc, im just going to start giving him internalized ableism or something

In all of the years Two Face had known Matches, he had never once heard the man complain about an injury. It wasn’t that he didn’t get them- Matches probably got more injuries than anyone else on the job. He had the scars to match, littering every inch of his skin so that he looked like he made a hobby of losing fights to a wood-chipper. But Two Face had watched Matches get shot and try to walk it off, hiding all of his injuries right up until Two Face tore open his shirt and forced him to let Two Face stitch him back up again.

There were signs, though, when an old injury was flaring up or he’d taken one too many hits in the field. On bad days, he started to shift when he’d been standing for too long, bracing his hands against his back and leaning back into it like he could crack it himself. He spent more time stooped in a crouch, or looked a little too relieved to sit down.

Tonight was a bad night. By the time they retired to Two Face’s safe house, Matches was eyeing the stairs like they’d personally hurt him, leaning a little too heavy on the railing. The second the door to Two Face’s apartment had closed behind them, he was toppling onto the couch like he hadn’t slept in months, graceless in his sprawl. He didn’t get back up again.

Two Face sighed. He shrugged off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, dragging the first aid kit out to start putting his favorite henchmen back together again. “You should really invest in a back brace.”

“Back braces’re for nerds,” Matches mumbled into the couch, muffled. He rolled over at Two Face’s pull, letting Two Face start to work on the buttons on his loud, ugly shirt.

“I swear I’m going to strap you into one and lock it, one of these days.” Two Face peeled the shirt back, studying the network of scars across Matches’s chest for any trace of something fresh. There wasn’t too much, tonight, fortunately. He’d have some nasty bruises in the morning, but Two Face was pretty sure it was the old wounds that were bothering him tonight.

“Only if you promise to make it weird.” Matches flashed him a crooked grin, lazy and shameless.

Two Face snorted. “Shut up. You look like you lost a fight with a paper shredder.”

Matches hummed, stretching his arms slowly above his head. The easy flex of muscle made it hard to stay on task, drawing Two Face’s eye to the arch of his back and shift of his hips. “I think it makes me look rugged.”

Two Face took a deep breath, tearing his eyes away to look at the alcohol he was pouring on a rag. Rather than feed into Matches’s distractions, he focused on cleaning wounds and changing out old bandages, quickly stitching Matches back together. He’d bled through a couple of old bandages pushing himself too hard, but most of the new ones could be taken care of with bandaids. For Matches, it wasn’t bad. There had been days where there was more blood than Two Face knew what to do with. Two Face finished by sticking one last bandaid over his nose, just to watch the way he went cross-eyed trying to follow it. “Flip over, you old whore, so I can get your back.”

Matches obliged, and Two Face tugged the shirt out from underneath him, tossing it to the side. Matches’s back had made it out more or less unscathed, aside from a cut by his shoulder blade. Two Face cleaned it up and stuck a couple of butterfly bandaids on to hold it shut. Then, he patted Matches’s ass. “There. Now stay put, and don’t do anything stupid to tear that open in the two seconds I’m leaving you alone for.”

“You got it, boss,” Matches said into the couch with a lazy flick of his hand.

Two Face left him alone to clean up his own injuries, though there weren’t many. He’d scraped his knuckles bloody with a couple well-aimed punches and taken a couple hard ones of his own, but it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be taken care of with a couple bandaids. He’d have bruises tomorrow, but bruises were always better than stitches. When he was done, he swapped the first aid kit for lotion and headed back to the living room.

Matches was exactly where he’d left him, and Two Face wasn’t sure if he was more grateful or worried. He swung a leg over Matches’s hip and settled his weight carefully on top of him, listening to Matches’s quiet groan for any sign of pain. Figuring he was in the clear, he dumped a generous dollop of lotion into his palm and set it aside. “Have you ever thought about getting a cane?”

Matches opened his mouth, but whatever he’d been going to say turned into another groan when Two Face pressed his palms into his back, dragging pressure slowly along his spine. He folded his arms under his head, pressing his face into them. “Jesus. Who needs it when I’ve got you, huh?” There was a warmth to his words that made Two Face flush, shamelessly reverent.

Two Face dug his fingers into Matches’s lats, starting just under his shoulder blades and dragging down toward the base of his spine. There was so much fucking muscle there, it was ridiculous. Matches was built like a brick shithouse, hidden under the ugliest outfits Two Face had ever seen and a shitload of cheap cologne. His pain tended to be centered in the lower portion of his back, where he’d admitted to breaking it some time ago, but Two Face never could resist getting his hands all over Matches, and Matches never seemed to mind. “You don’t even work for me full-time,” Two Face reminded him. “So unless you’ve got another boss under your thumb somewhere...”

Matches hummed, absent-minded and pleased. “I’d love to get you under me.”

Two Face pinched his side, making him start. “A cane, Malone.”

“I have one,” Matches said, wounded. “I just don’t use it outside a lot. Bad for image.”

“Bad for image?” Two Face asked, incredulous. “Two of the biggest villains in this city have canes. You think Cobblepot and Nygma use those for show?”

“It’s different. Can you-” Two Face slid his hands lower, pressing harder into Matches’s back. The sound Matches made was low and relieved, some of the tension bleeding out of his shoulders. “Yeah. Mm, and you wonder why I keep comin’ back.”

“Next time, come back with a cane. And a back brace,” Two Face added. He leaned more of his weight into Matches, rubbing small circles into his lower back with his thumbs. As he did, he ducked his head, pressing a soft kiss at the top of his spine. “I wish you’d take better care of yourself.”

One of Matches’s hands lifted, curling into his hair at the back of his head and keeping him close. Two Face had to shift to hold the position, but he did, pressing warm kisses along Matches’s shoulder.

After a long moment, Matches turned his head to look at him. He’d pushed his sunglasses up into his hair, and his eyes were warm, a fond smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Two Face pressed a kiss into it, and then another, bracing a hand up by Matches’s head to follow the pull of his hand. Matches kissed him like it was love, and Two Face fell into it, hopelessly lost for him.

“I’ll get a back brace,” Matches finally agreed, mumbled into the space between them.

“Good.” Two Face kissed him one more time before straightening up, picking back up where he’d left off. “And start bringing a cane, or I’ll tell Edward you want him to make you a trick one.”

Matches groaned, and this time it had nothing to do with the massage.

[indigosfindings]

can you elaborate more on the joyful/optimistic art vs cynical/sad art thing?

(re: this post)

sure, sorry in advance if this is messy.

the gist is that there's a slew of micro-discourses whose common thread is the inherent or automatic superiority of art and stories that are optimistic and centre 'joy', 'love', and other positive emotions over those that don't.

it manifests a million different ways: "x series is bad because it's pessimistic/cynical/dark", "x story is bad because it depicts SA/incest/abuse*", "horror is really about love/family", "love is a unilaterally healing and moral force", "dark/negative art is universally less authentic/earnest", "sad/disturbing art is easy to make while positive art is difficult," etc. (also seems to correlate w the internet's general attitude toward criticism--that even mild negative feedback toward any art is in essence insulting its author & audience)

one of the factors imo is that a lot of people are unwilling to interrogate their reactions to something. like the process is "i see disturbing art -> i feel disturbed -> 'disturbed' is a negative emotion -> this art has done something negative to me -> this art is bad" and then never question it further

as for why i feel frustrated: hmm where to start. it's an extremely flat heuristic that diminishes alll art with any aims other than to please or to be Fun. it denies that "to disturb", "to frighten", "to disquiet", "to sadden", "to critique", etc are worthwhile endeavours in art. it also just betrays a narrow view of what has the capacity to be Fun for someone! i'm especially frustrated because horror always gets the brunt of it. there's a sort of longstanding anxiety about the "value" of horror, about horror needing to "prove its worth", and i think a lot of people's answer to that is to say "it's not actually about Scary, it's about Happy :)"

one of the really popular takes that i still see today is "if you're writing a fantasy story where anything can happen, why incorporate homophobia, misogyny, etc?" and, i mean, it's a pretty straightforward answer--because those things exist in real life, and by incorporating them into a story you can reflect, comment on, and explore real issues that are pertinent to the audience! likewise re "love is virtuous and healing," it's just a simple fact that love is morally neutral. people do HORRIBLE things for love all the time. i used to be more idealistic about this, but now i honestly cant stand the idea that a saccharine, childlike stance on love is by default a better one

(there's a huge comparison to be made here with the reactionary pushback against modern art btw)

it also ties into a broader schema--"toxic positivity" is a popular line, but we can aim higher: there's a sort of cultural mandate toward positivity, where saying "x is bad" is worse than x being bad. think right and send thoughts and prayers. capitalism loves the idea of each person fending for themselves--you have the whole concept of "wellness" and "mindfulness", ie Positive Thinking as a vector for mental health (the corollary being that a person who is unwell is a person who is Not Trying Hard Enough To Be Positive), whereby to read a situation cynically (or pragmatically!) is the worst thing you can do. and well, by the same token, when we have a whole cavalcade of employers who LOVE seminars and videos about How To Manage Your Stress (and zero interest in inspecting what it is that makes employees excessively stressed to begin with!), im sure you can imagine why someone could get exhausted of positivity.

as i said in the previous post, the most insane part is the particular framing of this atittude as somehow counterculture, controversial, or against the grain. y'know, when we're discussing chipper upbeat art about how everything is good vs art that's grim, violent, negative, pessimistic--which of these is most likely, historically and today, to be censored, to be banned, or to arouse controversy?

*(obviously there are depictions of SA and other sensitive subjects that are callous, sexist, etc! but there are also plenty that are trenchant, edifying, powerful, evocative, etc!)

[squeakadeeks]

The adventure time comment got me thinking which oc has the most trauma and who is dealing with their trauma poorly, also nice art hope you feel good about your self and day, and that your troubles stay far away

WAH thank you!! right now im completely swamped with end of academic term work but the weather is turning and its a nice uplifting thing.

to tell true in the extended Squeaksverse of OCs, i think the reigning champ of hard life situations would be Pupet, considering hes living in a body thats rapidly deteriorating, in a world is thats also deteriorating and theres no permanent fix, all he can really do is delay the inevitable. also the whole "was made in the visage of his mother's actual biological son who died a decade ago and she didnt tell him" shtick. but hes pretty chipper and making the most of it.

but in regards to the adventure time style lineup for Transient, for sure Sulu has Problems with his mental health relating to depressive episodes, the specific cause of which isnt ever really plot relevant so more than anything the man is just haunted. I wouldnt say Function is traumatized per se, but hes from a realm of pure math that was forced into a meat body and hes still kind of coming to terms with it. One day he was a graph, the next he was a twink vaguely in his late 30's/early 40's. Alpha (the new red girl in that lineup) probably has the most specifically depicted hardships since shes been through some tough things with Sulu after trying and failing to get him to take care of himself.

Also Splish is a fish. Splish cant feel anything but fish emotions.

[ruu-https]

Fluff Prompts

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“You look really good in my clothes” 

“This reminded me of you” 

“Your hands are warm” 

“I just want to relax in your arms” 

“Let’s go home” “I’m already home” 

“Make a wish!” 

“I could just stare at you forever” “Creep” 

“I’m so lucky to know you” 

“You’re the most beautiful being on the earth” 

“Hold me”                 

“You smell amazing” 

“I wish you could see the way I see you” 

“What are you doing?” “I was trying to make pancakes but it didn’t exactly work” 

“This isn’t just a(n) [object], it’s a promise” 

“Sing to me again” 

“Come back to bed” 

“You’re the only person I want to spend my life with” 

“My parents love you” 

“… sorry, I talked too much” “No no no not at all. Keep talking” 

“Oh my god you never told me you could cook” 

“Our kids are gonna be *mwah*!” 

“Come on. I’ll show you how to dance” 

“I can’t believe I never heard you sing before” 

“I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies” 

“Let’s go and look at the stars” 

“Is that … is that a dog?” 

“I’m gonna need someone to kiss at midnight” 

“I can’t stop thinking about you” 

“Get on my shoulders, you’ll see better” 

“Im going to be a great parent, I’m just saying” 

*Fogs up mirror and writes a message* 

“I never thought I could miss someone this much” 

“Not to be drastic, but I would jump off of a cliff for you” 

“You’re breathtaking” 

“You’re my new pillow” 

 “can i sleep in your room tonight? is that weird to ask?” 

 “you put a blanket over me when i was sleeping? what are we, an old married couple?” 

 “you need some real food. come sit, i made dinner.” 

 “i love you, i swear i do, but if you buy one more cushion for the sofa i’m moving out.” 

 “i’m not saying there’s anything wrong with going out for dinner, but our first date shouldn’t be something we’ve done together every night for the last two years.” 

 “please, stop brushing me off and just let me take care of you.” 

 “okay, we need to decide who’s bedroom it is that’s going to be ours from now on. i feel like i’m back in highschool, sneaking from one to the other every second night!”  

 “your ex didn’t deserve you. anyone with sense would give you the love and respect you deserve, which is so much more than they did.” 

 “i’m sorry, about earlier. i didn’t know you had… company over.” 

 “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. i was just so scared of ruining our friendship, you know it means the world to me. you do.” 

 “thank you for looking after me last night.” 

 “you’re my best friend. there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you, nothing at all.” 

 “i can’t remember a time where i didn’t know you. i’m not sure i want to, either.” 

 “look, i- i have to tell you something.” 

"Oh- hold still, you got a little something just there on your face.... May I get it for you?" 

"Oh dear! Your hands are so cold... Here, let me warm them for you- ah, that is, if you're not opposed...?" 

"Has anyone ever told you that you have the most beautiful laugh?" 

"You know... Whenever I look at you, I immediately feel like everything is going to be okay." 

"I love making you smile! It always feels like an accomplishment." 

"My favorite place in the entire world? That's easy- it's right next to you, of course." 

"There are billions of stars in the sky but all I care to look at are the ones in your eyes." 

"Of course I believe in happy endings; we're together after all, aren't we?" 

"Why, look at that! Our hands fit just perfectly, don't you think?" 

"I thought you might be hungry! Here, I brought this for you." 

"Scoot a little closer, won't you Y/N? My shoulder is prime real estate for that pretty head of yours." 

"I saw this while I was out- it made me think of you. I... Well, I hope you like it." 

"I'll keep the nightmares at bay; just rest for now; I got you, I'll be here when you wake up." 

 "It's hard not to be chipper every morning when the first thing I see is always you." 

"What's my favorite color? Oh, simple- the color of your eyes." 

"I could sit like this with you forever, Y/N." 

"May I brush your hair for you?" 

"Sorry, I'm absolutely listening, it's just that I got a little sidetracked by how excited you obviously are about all of this; it's beautiful to see you so passionate- please continue?" 

"I'm looking forward to growing old together with you." 

"Five, ten, even twenty years may pass us by someday but I'll never, ever forget this moment with you, Y/N, I promise." 

"I want you back."  

"You need to stop calling me that."  

"You did not just boop me."  

"Give me back my bra!"  

"Don't laugh at me. How can I not laugh when you make that face?"  

"You lost me in a crowd once! It's not my fault you're so short!" 

"We should get a puppy." 

"Is that my shirt?"  

"Get out of the dog bed. But it's comfy!"  

"I'm working."  

"Okay, okay. It's my turn on the Xbox."  

"It's raining and you wanna go to the park?"  

"Baby wants a hug."  

"I'm concentrating..."  

"Grab some popcorn and cuddle me." 

"Kiss me. Not with that morning breath."  

"So, will you marry me?"  

"How'd you do that? Magic."  

"It's my happy juice."  

"You need to cover up. I'm uncovered for a reason."   

"Why can't you be more like this?"  

"Because I'm not an illiterate two-year-old."  

"Why does it look like that?"  

"Do we have to go to bed?"  

"Maybe if you didn't fool around so much we could actually get something done."  

"If you fluff that pillow one more time..."  

"Why did you do that? Because I thought it would be cool..."  

"Why is there a pig in a tutu on the couch?"  

"It's sleepy time."  

"You did not just mimic me."  

"I'm on my period and I want chocolate. Now go."  

"I'm not like other girls."  

"What did I tell you not to do? Forget the lid to the blender... And what did you do? Forget the lid to the blender..."  

"Excuse you, I am 6ft of pure testosterone."  

"And this is why I don't go shopping with you."  

"I left you for five minutes." 

"What's the magic word? The French Revolution?"  

"What has ten toes and just learned how to eat with their feet? A monkey?"  

"Can we get a dog? No. This house has room for only one bitch."  

"Tell me why I deal with you again?"  

"Kiss it better. Please." 

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[ofcowardiceandkings]

me rambling about "Staring at the Sun" by Jacob Gellar and how much it smacked me in the face under the cut lol (contains exactly ZERO spoilers for TotK 💙)

AS SOON as i saw that his video would touch on the quests it does in some way i knew it'd fuck me up for a week or two but i didnt expect it to go that way - he rarely dives into the base plot of these things so i knew that was safe but ohhhh man

ive not played The Last Guardian but i know its one of my best friends favourite games, though the light in watching my partner play Shadow of the Colossus was amazing to see, but this really hit me hard because it pin-pointed one of the things i love most and maybe why i just love being in the world of Tears of the Kingdom (and BotW) so much ?? ive always been a fan of impressionist art too, and Turner as well, i've been trying to push myself into that space in my own art for so long. i always feel mega cliche saying these really well known artists are my favourites but i truly mean it jfdkjf ... this is probably one of the reasons i appreciated how bright and chipper the art style for Skyward Sword was with its fading blues and 'brush strokes', but it just doesnt compare to Breath or Tears with the amount of work the light puts in now, i spend so much time just STARING and ive just realised its usually at the light playing the forms and atmosphere in a real but beyond real way

i'm stuck in two art world of really enjoying doing linework and texture - and being reasonable at it - but wanting to go into colour and light though ive never been comfortable with doing so for some reason ??? im trying but i often just forget to try when im just drawing something self-indulgent and silly (most of what i have time for)

the play of light off cave art and that theory has lodged in my head forever too, As A Nerd On Such Things, there's something absolutely stunning about cave art, how it was made how it was put there and why how it was supposed to be viewed if at all, anything. absolutely fascinating, especially with the seemingly shifting images of Chauvet & Lascaux caves ??

a thing that always stuck with me as well - it might seem like a bizarre pull but it feels the same to me - is actually how the sun is portrayed and animated in the 1978 Watership Down ??? pulsing and moving and quaking with pattern and colour, not to be seen properly by us on earth, but you cant NOT look. i've not shaken the imagery of the sun from that movie from my mind since the first time i saw it as a child im STILL obsessed, it STILL almost haunts me

additionally, as someone who's repeatedly defended how these games look to people who complain about framerates and textures and whatever, i appreciate this. don't get me wrong, it doesnt HURT, especially from such a large gaming company (not that Nintendo have ever put heavy focus on the technical specs of their products though lets be real) but Breath/Tears just emphasises how much art direction or a vision can carry a project compared to other high-spec but ultimately forgettable titles. maybe a little much salt in that sentiment on my end but boy it bothers me when its all people can think about.

i'm gonna be stuck here for another few weeks lol this happens every time Jacob posts a video theyre ALL so winding and drawn out and beautiful gjfkds fuck

[bugswarm]

So this morning, I had a vivid dream about an old tumblr post that im not sure if it was even a real thing but it sparked an idea for a sequel to Lilo & Stitch the tv show and think you all would enjoy it

Imagine turning on disney channel/going to disney+ and seeing a lilo and stitch show except now, lilo is the adult. Shes like 25-30ish and she's a single mother of her daughter. She had a husband once but he died a year to five years ago so she's been single parenting ever since. (Technically this is based off of an episode of the anime where Lilo has a daughter and no father is mentioned. But we are ignoring the entirety of the anime both because I never watched it since it didn't air in the US and also because it changed the setting to japan and made lilo randomly abandon stitch when she went to college so fuck that.) anyways, Stitch is still around of course and is the comic relief of every episode mostly though can have his heartfelt moments as he always has. Jumba, Pleakley, and Nani (and David assuming they are still together), while not a part of the show generally, may have some cameo appearances along with other characters from the original show/movies but the main show is centered on Lilo and her daughter's adventures.

And what are those adventures? I imagine they aren't quite as fantastic as looking for experimental aliens like the original. Instead it would be more centered around their day to day lives and parenting and the fantastical made up adventures they have together where it sometimes gets revealed that some of the adventures Lilo is "making up" for her daughter to play as are actually based on real things Lilo does/did at her job working with the government after Bubbles got her a job there before his retirement. So fun fake trips to space and fighting aliens.

But also I had a very vivid part of the idea about a single specific episode. And it basically went like this. Its morning and Lilo barely wants to get out of bed despite her normal chipper self. Eventually her daughter comes in and jumps on her to wake her up. Lilo obviously is nice to her daughter but is clearly exhausted despite just waking up so her daughter tells her to stay in bed and that she'll bring her some breakfast. So we get a little shenanigans as stitch goes to "help" as usual and they make a mess of the kitchen. After a bit Lilo comes out because she heard a crash only to see the two of them absolutely covered in food and the kitchen a disaster and in a bit of frustration, Lilo yells at her daughter. The daughter immediately tears up and Lilo realizes what she just did and tries to apologize and they start cleaning the kitchen.

Next scene is later in the day and Lilo is working on a computer in the living room or something and her daughter is playing with stitch/a toy and having fun but being very loud. Lilo is visibly upset by it and almost lashes out again before realizing and stopping herself and going off to another room to make a phone call.

More episode happens with whatever the B plot is, and then when we are back focused on the family again, there is a knock at the door. It's Nani (and David?) who have come to look after Lilos daughter for the day while Lilo leaves.

Its around then/shortly later that we find out why Lilo is acting so weird. Its the 1 or 5 year anniversary of the death of her husband? Baby daddy? Boyfriend? Whatever he was to her. And she is struggling on her own and trying to keep a brave face for her daughter (who obviously misses her father but they don't really talk about him because its so hard).

Eventually Lilo talks to someone, Nani? David? A new character we would have been introduced to in the show? Stitch via his limited speech and hand movements? Whoever who basically reminds her that, like. Yeah its hard to talk about him, but today would probably be easier for her if she could share things about him with their daughter, and also that while her daughter might be a happy kid, she's probably also missing her father too.

The episode ends with Lilo taking her daughter to his grave and they hug and cry and Lilo starts telling the daughter a story about before he had died which she is thankful for since they never talk about him. Lilo vows to tell stories about him to her more often and the episode comes to a close with stitch doing something lighthearted like falling out of a tree on them or asking for a snack or whatever.

Anyways, it probably would only last a season and also Disney would never make it as it feels aimed more towards the adults who grew up watching lilo and stitch than it does aimed towards Disney's target demographic of 4-12 year olds. But i felt the need to share

[sunshinestardrop]

Ok so Im too lazy to keep writing this fully so you guys are gonna get the whole plot summary I was writing without all the flowery words.

This is the Prologue chapter and what I wrote out for it. Be warned theres a lot of rambling and shitty spelling/grammar cause I was just doing the summary of the story. Read at your own risk:

Of all the things to expect that day, rain had been the last thing on your mind. As you stumbled around the dusty old room you took note of the leaks in the ceiling, wondering how hard it would be to gather the merterails to fix the roof before the next rainfall. 

Not to say that you were good at fixing roofs, or partially bad at it, but it was something you never really considered doing. You knew the bare basis of house upkeep, but that was way out of your comfort zone. 

In the end, though, it was what it was.

The only saving grace is that it wasnt cold out yet, so heating was not an issues to be concurrent about until it was. Instead you settled on cleaning off the old couch in hopes it could be a decent place to sleep once night came. You were in teh middle of cleaning things up when a familiar voice broke through the silence.

You could only Pray he wouldnt set the house ablaze.

By some mercurial Grim became very useful, wheres you were content to fall asleep on the couch, he started sticking his nose into every room until he found one with a decently sized bed (and no holes in the roof!), one where you could lay with him at your feet, and so you went onto cleaning that. Grim found it easy to order you around despite the fact you couldnt understand him, pointing everywhich way barking orders like you were sunddndly his sidekick in crime. He seemed pretty happy, though, and wasnt causing a fuss so you let it be.

It didnt help that he was cute, when he wasnt causing a commution. 

And then, there were the ghosts.

Jarring at first, and considerably scary, in a world of magic it seemed almost comical that ghosts were a thing. Especially ones that just looked so… cartoony. In a moment of safhklhfaasfiho (Whats the word- understanding ) you and grim had come to an understanding. You became grims eyes, and he was your magic.

The ghosts, for what it was worth, seemed to be having fun. The more the laughed with each puff of fire the less scary they seemed, and even as they rushed out in a fit of giggles you started to understand they would never in any real danger. Grim, of course, seemed to think otherwise, hissing at them as they went though the walls and to wherever it was that ghosts rested. He scrambled up your body, clawing digging into soft flesh, and used you as a makeshift ladder to hiss at the ceiling as if the ghosts were still there. Only leaving you with a few battle scars for the trouble.

Chaos ensuened again as a chipper voice brough you back to reality, without thinking you spun on your heels readying a fist in case of another intruder in your new home only to pause when you saw it was Crowley standing behind you. You briefly considered swinging just to get some steam out but knew it may end your shorty lived residence in this new home. You shook out your hand instead, pretending like the shocked look on his face was unwarranted.

Again, more words were expchaned with you as an unwitting by stander. Grim snipped out something, and Crowly reached out to grab him.

You made a decision.

You placed your leg between him and Grim, arms crossing stubbornly as you snipped out a sharp, “Grim stay.”

crowly spoke. You cut him off.

“Grim. Stay.”

Again, pleading this time he spoke. As if trying to communicate something of the upmost imporantace with flowery words that meant nothing to you. You stomped with your foot, and huffed out again.

“Grim.

“Stay.”

Silence.

There was nothing that could change your mind, You wanted Grim. You were gonna have Grim. He was your pet, your little meow-meow now and nothing was gong to change that. If you were gonna be stuck in this world you were going to need friends by your side, and Grim may not have been the most dependable, but he definitely was a better choice when this mysterious man who you couldnt even tell when he was looking you in the eye.

Grims cheer told you all you needed to know, Crowly had relented. You left this small battle victorious.

Or not.

A broom was unceremoniously shoved into your hand. And crowly side swept his cape in a dramatic faction to reveille a cart? Full of spray bottles. As corwly and Grim argused you went over to the crat and started opening the bottles. For a moment you considered drinking it, but the smell that came with very obvious cleaning supplies stopped you. Thankfully. 

Uncaring of the twos increasing in volume you went about sweeping the floor, humming in a despreat attempot to drown out the two.

Disappointed was obvious across your face. Once the useless man caught you using up his precious cleaning supplies he quickly went about correcting you, explaining in increatinly over exaggerated charades (And now a drawing pad as well! That he let you keep! Oh how generous of this kind little fuck!) that, no, this was not for your home, but was instead to be used to clean the entire… Place…School? He so graciously let you live in! Because thats what you two were now! Unpaid janitors living in a home one rusty nail away from an evection!

Oh, how kind indeed.

Thsi si where I got tired to writing

(Ghosts jostel MC and Grim awake the next day before laughing and flying off, MC thinks that maybe they just like messing with them and have no intention to hurt them. Crowly comes back and MC hits him with a pillow when he tries to enter their room because privacy. He laughs it off. When they make their way out Crowly already has a cart of cleaning supplies and talks to grim while MC looks at the stuff. MC finds a duster and pretends to be lining up to wack crowly in the head with it which makes him a little nervous. He rushes out and Grim leads MC off, all the while huffing (His intention is to sneak into the classes without MC knowing but they end up on the same route as if they were cleaning)

MC quite likes cleaning so they just kind of humm and listen to Grims ramblings as they work. Eventually Talking to Ace and when They mention of the queen of hearts being strong comes around Grim makes a Strongman motion to MC, which MC mimics because they dont have much to go off of. Ace laughs at that, Introductions happen only because MC catches his name in conversation. They keep taking about the statues but MC is paying more attention to Grims reactions then anything so they can understand the context. Grim starts to get annoyed at Ace so MC readies their broom to wack someone cause they decided that if theyre gonna be with Grim through this they might as well go all in. Grim starts to spew fire but thats stopped with wind magic, MC immediately starts wacking ace with their broom- Which leads to washing windows.

MC accepts their situation because they did jump into the fray. Of course, Ace tries to skip so MC readied their broom and joins with grim on the hunt. Painting incident occurs and then they get help from the other paintings pointing them in the right directions, MC smiles and thanks the other paintings with a wave. As they chase down Ace and chaos ensues with Duce who just makes a whole pot appear. MC thinks this is super cool and claps. After being the only one to check if ace is ok (poking with teh end of their broom) MC laughs as well and gives Duce a pat on the head.

As theyre talking MC just annoyingly sweeps at Aces feet, who keeps kicking at them but its not really hard, just like theyre trying to annoy eachother- sibling things.

Grim escapes for a short while, but MC gets Ace and Duce to corner him (With some stumbling and frantic drawing) in the room theyre supposed to work in. Grim once again does cat like things like climbing one walls and shit. Out of the cornor of their eyes MC sees something flash past them only to see it’s Ace just fucking flying in mid air, unable to keep their shit togeter they start laughing hysterically from the absolute insanity that caused them to end up at that point. This throws Grim off and he gets caught by Ace, but at the expense of the broken chandelier. MCs laughter is cut short and they all fall into horrified silence.

The only one to explain what needs to be done to MC is Duce, who works on drawing up and doing charades and MC figures they have to fix the Chandler. MC, seeing as this prolly isnt good and the fact that duce is the first person to actually try to communicate with them and seems on the verge of tears, agrees to help. MC grabs Grim to make him come as he caused this.

When they enter the mines they meet the ghosts again, and MC notes that theyre the same ghosts that live in their dorm. At first MC thinks theyre trying to get back at them but in actuality theyre trying to keep the students away from the dangerous deeper in the mines (Hinted out because they keep trying to chase them further out and even turn Duce around when he gets confused and tries to run back into the cave) MC Still has their broom because it makes them feel better. They do absentmindedly sweep at the dwarfs house while the others argue. MC takes note that if they get kicked out of NRC they could try to make a home here- its not ideal but they dont know how long they'll have that dorm for.

As they get further into the Cave they come across the overblot, MC is rightfully terrified but sees Duce try to go up against it. They get ready to fight with their broom but that Gets Ace and Grim to join the fight and force MC out of Dangers way (The beginnings of their friendship really form here, as Duce sees MC willing to fight with him and the other two figure out that they actually dont want any of these fools to get hurt) MC quickly gages that theyre not gonna win and forced the others to retreat by shouting and pulling. 

When out of the cave MC is actually targeted by the boys first, the two yelling at them but they have no idea whats going on (Theyre actually worried about MC and tell them not to fight with no magic, but MC takes it as the boys pissed at them- the start of something bad emotionally for MC that has no effect now) Which then devolves into them yelling at eachother. MC Sweeps at them as they begin to argue and starts to lecture them. They imply cooperating with an interlocking fingers motion and with a quick threat from their broom the boys finally calm down. MC gets to drawing out a plan and Duce is the one they pull to explain it. He does get caught in one part and Ace takes over- Friendship.

Plan works like it did in the OG story. MC grabs the three of them in a group hug and they head home proud. Grim eats the stone and MC has a momentary panic where they try to stick their fingers down grims Throat thinking itll kill him but he blows fire at them instead. Chaos stops.

As they bring it back everything settles for the day, Crowly tries to take the broom back from MC but they refuse to let go. Its theirs now. When they get back to the dorm, rightfully exhausted, they pause a moment to give the ghosts a hug as well. A silent thank you for trying to protect them. Mc ALSO sets out towels in case Grim gets the shits from eating rocks.

Babble (Introduction)

Fanfic that I mentioned this week. I did edit it once or twice but there’s always gonna be something I missed so Ill probably come back when I’m motivated to edit it again.

Title is a WIP, lol. 

Summary:

“Just as you were about to have your life together, you were whisked away to a world far beyond your normal understanding. Magic is common place, cats can talk (but are still little assholes), and you’re left as a magicless little human in a world that doesn’t care.

Now it’s time to put all your abilities to use to survive! From a leaky roof to a giant blob-monster thing that seems to be trying to consume all your soon-to-be friends during their emotional melt downs- it’s up to you to care enough to save them from themselves!

You just really wished you could understand what everyone was saying. “

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can wr get baku begrudgingly doing something with you (tsundere style) like skincare?

Coming right up!

I adore the idea of bkg with the full facemask and cucumbers on his eyes with a robe

He is a self care bitch all the way and you introduced him to it 😩

He owes you everything

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Bakugou x Reader- Self Care?

Its hard, being this fucking pretty. For real. Flawless skin and well manicured nails, plus nourished hair comes from hours of self care each week.

And Katsuki learns this the hard way when suddenly you're walking into his dorm room while he's studying, carrying an entire bag of products that you fully intend on using on him.

"Spa day!!"

Your voice is loud and chipper and full of love as you dump the bag to the side and embrace the stunned-silent blonde excitedly.

Lord, he's not ready for this.

"Fucking what?"

Eventually Katsuki.Exe reboots and kicks back up into action, scoffing at you as he slips his hands to your waist, giving you a pointed glare.

"Spa day!"

Katsuki's glare is ineffective, Katsuki returned to pokèball!

You remain unfazed by his harsh words and irritated mumbles, dragging him to his bed and seating him down, and a part of him makes the windows error sound as you walk into his room and scuttle around it like you fucking own the place.

But you do, really, because you own Katsuki's heart.

So his room and everything in it is yours <3

You throw a fluffy, white bathrobe at him and he catches it easily, begrudgingly admitting to himself that it is really soft agains the skin of his dry, rough palms, damaged and scarred from so many years of making explosion after explosion.

You're gonna be paying a lot of attention to those hands.

Anyway.

"Just lay back, because you have no say in this, babe. Take some time to relax. It'll be difficult getting to the number one spot if you sleep like shit and look like grease and unwashed teenager... slef care is important, Katsuki, if tou want to be the best."

"You fucking what?"

You're met with some pretty unsavoury language as a result of that but whatever, he knows you're right, and he really is grateful that you have his best interests at heart. You're constantly doing everything you can to aid him in his strive for the number one spot. If you were anyone else, he'd tell you to fuck off and die, but you're different. You're not trying to help him out of pity, or because you think you're better. You don't treat him like a child.

You just love him.

And he loves you too.

So he sighs, sucks it up, and puts on the damn bathrobe because he knows you have a point.

"You're not supposed to wear it with a full set of pyjamas on underneath..." you mutter, sweatdropping.

Nevermind.

"F-fucking-.. huh?! Just fuck off already! Im not undressing for you! What is this some kind of prank?! You filming me, you fuck?!"

After that fiasco is dealt with, katsuki is finally in the bathtobe after getting a stern whooping from you, wearing his boxers underneath and blushing as you climb on top of him, dressed the same.

Theres nothing sexual about this moment though, as you place a loving peck to his remarkably soft, bitten up lips and start to paint his face with a cleanser, taking all of the impurities from his skin and casting them away with one of your many microfibre towels, and he offhandedly wonders just how much money you've spent on this stuff.

After the cleanser comes the exfoliant, and after that comes the clay mask, and suddenly, he's blind. You've really just put fucking cucumbers on his eyes...

He doesn't complain though, because it feels good to have the very one he wants to build his entire future around massaging his face so delicately it could actually put him to sleep. He adores you, and the feeling only intensifies as his heart pounds in his chest at the feeling of your hands encasing his, exfoliating and moisturising the skin.

And if you give him a manicure while he's pretending to be asleep, he says nothing, even as you clip his cuticles and apply oil to the tips of his fingers and his nails so gently, painting them with clear nail strengthener. He feels like a pampered puppy, and he adores the feeling of your fingers running over his, now, soft and healthy looking skin.

You purr happily as he lets you preen him and clean him up, running your fingers through his scalp and his hair with a conditioner that you use frequently. It feels like you've won some kind of prize, because he would never let anyone as close as you are, and the little moans he releases are like music to your ears while you give him a scalp massage.

Once you're both rinsed clean and dry, you cant help but let him touch and caress your legs like he's just seen magic at work. Seriously, how the fuck are they so soft? Would his be like this if he shaved?? How does it feel when you have smooth legs as you lay in bed? He's heard you go on and on about how it's the "softest", "most heavenly" feeling in the world, but how true is that? Should he try???

Life's not worth living if you can't make Katsuki doubt everything he's ever known.

He's so adorable as he tries to wrap his head around the feeling of shaved legs, his brows furroed and his eyes trained intently on each pore, each freckle, each bruise...

And you say nothing when Katsuki drags you back to his room the same time next month to do the exact same thing again, relishing in his self care with you. You're not surprised either when he paints your nails for you expertly, the little pigtails you put in his hair spiking out like little blonde explosions behind a plain black headband.

[signedeclipse]

Hello :) thank you so much for doing my request, I really loved it :) would it be okay if I could request headcanons to what the hashira’s would do when they start to realise they have a crush on a hashira reader. With gyomei, shinobu, mitsuri, uzui and muichiro please :)

Gyomei

He has to be the least oblivious hashira of them all

So the very moment he starts showing signs, he is contemplating those feelings day in and day out

Not panicked, of course, not

But he is crying every time he is near you

If you ask, he starts speaking about the inevitability of death and how it saves no one

" Dear y/n, it saddens me to know that eventually, you will not be with us. "

" I never expected you to want me dead that badly, Gyo! Consider savouring me while im here, then. "

Of course, you laugh it off, but he can't help feeling bashful for not realizing how you'd interpret his words

What he meant to say is that as much as he wants to be with you, he knows it will eventually end

But you were right; why mourn now while you are chipper as ever?

He's a lot less pessimistic as he notices his feelings

Mitsuri

Oh, this poor sweet thing

She knows, she knows it all too well, actually

How her entire body heats up the moment you speak or even walk into her field of vision

Good thing she looks good in pink, because around you, that's all she is

But she's so happy that of all people she's fallen for, it's only the strongest hashira they have!

The strongest and the best baker

Mitsuri loves sakura mochi, but it tastes much better when you make it!

" Oh! Misturi, I made this Sakura mochi inspired by you. It's even got the stripes! "

Could have fainted- not only had you been looking for her, but with her favourite treat that you went out of the way to make inspired by her?

She won't stop herself from her feelings now; Mitsuri loves you!

Muichiro

It is really hard to notice any changes in him because either way, he'll be staring off thinking about it

Muichiro knows, though, that he won't even try to deny his feelings

He knows because he'll be remembering things he deems unimportant so long as it's about you

Middle name, how your voice sounds, the shoes you wear

For most, its just one easily identifiable trait, and their name

Muichiro doesn't bother hiding it because really he knows you won't notice

All it would take is one person asking, and he would say yes, with zero hesitation

Of course, that doesn't stop the knot from twisting in his stomach while he anticipates your response

Shinobu

She is much too busy to be thinking about love or getting into relationships

I mean, she's practically a mother of 5, and that's not counting the patients she cares for every day on top of all the missions she is sent on

But she finds herself highly thankful when you offer to do a mission for her when her hands are full

Or how you'll take her place in caring for patients if she really has to be the one to go

Shinobu finds herself not only thankful but extremely happy with you

The butterfly girls know; of course, they do! That's why they always ask you all kinds of things so they can tell Shinobu after

Eventually, she will come to terms with it, yes, but for now, you are already playing family, and that's enough for her

Bonus: If you ever get married, expect to adopt all the butterfly girls as your own! Just two wives and their daughters <3

Uzui

He knows a thing or two about love; it's just that...

It still takes him very long to understand his feelings

Probably just acts a lot more frustrated with you whenever you are hurt or done something seriously life-threatening

He doesn't know why he cares so much; really, it takes him by surprise

Because you are a hashira, a full-grown adult that can handle themselves

Yet he just can't stomach the idea of you being in pain

Probably never realizes his feelings, just keeps taking care of you and keeping a watchful eye

It'd take someone else telling him or you!

Authors Note - Thank you for the request dani!! Hope you are well <3 I mean, we spoke so much today so I hope this catches you by surprise haha! Please take care of yourself 😊

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Hhhhhhh I don't know if req is open butttt can you do a hc or scenario of Childe, Diluc, and Kazuha where they're holding a crying reader while comforting them because of family issue till readers cry themselves to sleep with their face buried into them? I can't handle pure angst It's ok if you can't do it I generally love your works-

This is also my first time requesting so it took a lot of my courage and to ask this I also practiced

🌺summary!🌺- your parents said some majorly hurtful words, but you always have your lovely boyfriend to hug you to sleep while you cry on him.

Type- scenario 🍄+HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= Kazuha x gn! Reader, childe x gn! Reader, diluc x gn! Reader

Note🍀= HEOOOO IM SORRTY THIS TOOK SO LONG OB EM GEE. I HAVENT BEEN ONLINE LATELY IM SO SORRYY☹️☹️☹️☹️💪💪

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💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Kazuha

- Kazuha was literally so chipper and excited to meet your parents, the people who brought you into the world!

- He even brought gifts and such as you walked to your parents house with a slight gloom in your step. He didnt know why but you seemed scared almost. He wasnt sure what you were scared of but he intertwined your hand with his to try and settle down the fear.

- The meeting with your parents wasnt exactly what the poor samurai expected. At first everything was normal, he gave the gifts greeted them and made small talk. The peacefulness didnt last too long as theyre opinions about you started getting more insulting as the night progressed.

“Oh thank you dearly for dealing with Y/N! You know how they are~!” Your mother was especially sour to you the whole night. “Ah.. i dont get what you mean..?” “Oh kazuha you know! Theyre all irresponsible and lazy, and dont even get me talking on how utterly pathetic her life is to be honest!”

Your boyfriend was stunned at the casual statement, your mom laughing it off as you looked down to your feet. A clear displeasure in your eyes. “Ah theyre got that right, really y/n how did you manage to snatch a samurai? Cmon tell me! What did ya bribe him with?” Your father was no better from your mom, laughing at those hurtful jokes as you whispered a firm ‘stop..’

“Well i dont see y/n like that… im inlove with them they didnt bribe me.. and their life isnt pathetic..! Theyre a hard worker and i love every bit of them..” you could see the blush on Kazuha’s face as he attempted to defend you.

“You dont need to lie like that! I mean y/n isnt exactly someone you call datable.. just look at them! Theyve always been kind of a waste of space from when they were little yknow?” The insult ended off with a small chuckle from your mom. Your thin string of patience broke as you stood up and raced out of the house, taking your belongings and walking out with small tear drops in your eyes

- after that whole scene kazuha quickly raced to take his belongings and following you, not without giving your parents a harsh glare of course.

- He brought you home while he attempted to wipe away your flowing tears, staying quiet till you got home.

- The moment you stepped foot inside that house he was all over you, repeating “dont listen to them darling your amazing!” like a mantra. Kissing your face and wiping all those tears away. He was cuddling up to you the entire time, not allowing you to escape until he could make sure any type of negative thoughts of you were gone.

- Forehead kisses? Literally everywhere. Cuddling? Already are. Need snacks? Hes getting some right now. He hates seeing you so sad because of your parents! The people he was sure he would love since well they raised you! His beloved, but they were monsters.

- But dont you worry your pretty little head, kazuha is here to kiss your skin and whisper praises in your ears till you fall asleep with his arms cradling you.

Childe

- Family is everything to Ajax. And that includes you of course. Your family to him and he couldnt wait to meet your family!

- A normal day of tiring fatui work turned tragic real soon when he walked into your shared room to be greeted with your sobbing figure, staining the bed sheets with your tears as you tremble.

- He quickly races over to you, immediately cradling you and pulling you onto his lap while he tries to squeeze what happened out of you.

“Hey baby… shh shh… cmon sweetheart what happened hm..?” The auburn haired man cooed as he caressed his cheeks, your head buried in his chest while his legs cradle you.

Your tears stain his shirt as he rubs your back, your voice box unable to make any sounds except a few sniffles and pants. He wanted to get the reason for your tears out of you. Either it be an issue involving your job or a person. If a person was giving you trouble he’d be quick to sort it out but what came out of your mouth wasnt something he exactly expected.

“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry.. its just that—“ your sentence was cut off by a sob, your boyfriend quickly cooing you to calm down. “Do you need some water baby—?” “No… its just me and my parents had a big fight today.. i havent seen them in a while.. and i guess i didn’t expect it to escalate so fast and lucky me..! It ended with them shouting that they wish i was never born..”

The words that came out of your mouth stunned him. It left him frozen, shocked for a moment before biting his tongue in fury and pushing your head into his chest, rubbing your head as he placed kisses on your forehead. “Hah… im so pathetic.. ive seen so many people complain about their parents saying this without a single tear in their eyes and here i am—“

“Oh you have every right to be mad or angry. What horrid excuse for parents would say that to their own child..?!” Slow silent tears rolled down your cheeks as he kept you close, your boyfriend complaining about your parents on your behalf. You couldnt help it. As each sour word about how terrible your parents are your head kept repeating that scene.

“Oh honey… shh.. hey.. it’ll be alright.. we dont need to visit your parents if you dont want to. We can cut them off, or maybe i’ll confront them. Dont let their words get to you baby.” The harbinger settled you down as those tears started flowing again, your face being given a hoard of loving kisses.

- As you calmed down he quickly went to fetch a bottle of water and your favorite snack, feeding it to you as you tried to wipe off the tears.

- He ended up babying you the entire day. Even insisting on carrying you. He’d kiss your face to sleep and mutter praises for handling those hurtful words so strongly. Brushing his hands through your hair as he tried to lighten up the mood by making jabs at your parents.

- He’s always wanted to visits your parents, the people who raised his future spouse but after seeing what theyre like he’d just stay away from them. Your smile is what matters to him and if they take it away and replace it with sobs than he’d rather cut them off.

Diluc

- He had to witness it himself. Your parents shouting at your face as all you could do was stay frozen with tears brimming at the edge of his eyes. He didnt even know how it got to this point, you said your parents were going to visit you for a short while and what he saw, instead of warm hugs and laughs he saw your parents stomping over to you with eyes of malice.

- He couldnt moved, his tongue bitten as he had to let the scene sink in. Your mother shouting at your face as your father pointed straight at you with those eyes of pure murder.

- He tried to hold back, he really did but he couldnt. Your father raised his hand at you, his palm seconds away from hitting your face before your boyfriend stepped in and gripped the wrist of your father tight, the pure strength leading his hand to go limp.

- Your father protested as your mom stood still, feeling threatened by Diluc.

“Y-your the man thats dating y/n huh-! Dont be fooled boy theyre a mess—!” Your dad was stammering as he tried to escape dilucs grasp. Your boyfriend let go of the hand, his eyes still cold and unsettling as he took ahold of your hand softly and dragged you out of the area

“Leave us alone. I dont need your blessing to date them and nor do i need your opinion on them if its a pure lie.”

- he dragged you back to your shared home, tears still drying as he pulled on your wrist. The moment you got into the house he cupped your cheeks and placed a soft, longing kiss on your lips. A beautiful one that wasnt too deep but wasnt too light. The comfort made tears flow out once more, maybe from the flashback or your happiness but either way diluc panicked. He wa stammering “sorry”s for dragging you so suddenly as he intertwined his hand with your and tried to lead you to couch

- Your tears flowed like a waterfall when you sat your head on his lap, he panicked but kept his expression blank. Patting your head and kissing your forehead as you let out everything, tears falling into your mouth while your hand clung to dilucs shirt.

- His lips on each inch of your face as you vented to him. His hand was itching to give your parents a taste of their own medicine but he knew you would like that so instead he promised to give them a Tiny tiny warning the next day…

- He pat your head to sleep as your mind went off about how much you loved him for taking care of you like this.

- He couldnt care less how much tears are on his favorite shirt at this point. As long as your back to smiling he is too.