#and that hes a he/they nb?? idk and someone in the notes was like HES A STRAIGHT MAN STFU

[sku11s1asher]

idk if you do poly relationships but can you do a wrio and neuvi cuddle/movie night?

neuvillette & wriothesley x nb/male reader

notes: gulp… pretend i didn’t neglect yall for months! i had a rough patch mentally, but im now starting to get into writing again so yay!! ill post an apology for you guys, make up sex or whatever you guys want idk im on my knees begging for forgiveness 😓 ily (say it back)

cw: ooc wrio + neuv (or are they just in love?)

Neuvillette and Wriothesley, two of the hardest workers in Fontaine, at least in your opinion. Every time they came home, they were beyond tired, barely undressing themselves before joining you in bed at 1 in the morning, just to wake up in a couple of hours. The cycle was as tiring for you as it was for them, you rarely got to see your lovers, and when you did all you saw was them on the verge of passing out.

It wasn’t like they didn’t try to make it up to you though. When they got an off day, which was rare, they would always show you how much they loved you in different ways: sex, cooking, cuddling, dates, etc. Today was surprisingly one of those off days, you expected to wake up by yourself with just the leftover warmth from them next to you but instead, you woke up with a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You let out a yawn as you opened your eyes, you could see a mop of black hair lying on your chest.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you tried to sit up, only to get pulled back down. “Don't move.” a deep voice mumbled. “Wrio?” you asked in a sleepy voice, one of your hands going to rest in his hair. You looked toward the window, you noticed Neuvillete staring outside, drinking a cup of tea. You felt more confused than ever, why were both of them home? It's not like you were complaining about it, you were glad, just confused. It wasn't your birthday, nor either of theirs, and it most definitely wasn't your anniversary.

“What are you guys doing at home?” you asked Neuvillete while your hand subconsciously started petting Wriothesley's hair. “Have you already forgotten? I marked it in the calendar.” Neuvillette responded in an amused tone, slightly turning to look at you. He loved the way you looked when you first woke up, eyes all droopy, hair messy, that cute confused look on your face, how your voice dropped a bit, just everything about you. “I would never forget anything you said.” you lied while flopping back on the bed, and going back to sleep.

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When you finally woke up, it was noon, there was still someone right next to you. A groan came from you as you pushed them away, you could tell it was Wriothesley by the way his deep voice said some complaint. “It’s 12 in the afternoon, I’m getting up.” You told him as you tried to get up, only to feel a hand grab your arm. “Five more minutes, please?” He begged, gently pulling you back. But before you could respond or he could open his mouth to try to persuade you anymore, the door to the bedroom opened, prompting the both of you to look towards it.

“Both of you need to get up,” Neuvillette spoke, “shower then come to the living room. The movies are ready, I'll start the popcorn when you both decide to join me.” Once he walked out, Wriothesley sat up in bed, prompting you to fall off him. You looked up at him as he rubbed his eyes, he looked so cute, almost like an actual puppy. You decided to get off the bed, stretching as you stood up, letting out a small groan. You walked to the dressers, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and clean boxers before heading to the bathroom. Halfway through your shower, the door opened and the sink turned on, you didn't have to look to know it was Wriothesley.

When you finally got out of the bathroom, you could hear popcorn popping which made you quickly go to the living room. It looked like Wriothesley made Neuvillette his new cuddle victim, the black-haired male had his head on Neuvillette's lap while his hands were lightly touching the other male's leg. “Hello, dear,” Neuvillette greeted you, turning his head towards you with a soft smile, “I’ll go get the popcorn then we can start the movies. Take a seat.” You made your way over to the couch, letting out a soft chuckle when you saw Neuvillette gently take Wriothesley off his leg. Wriothesley scooted over on the couch, pulling you into the spot next to him.

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A bowl of popcorn was on the table in front of you, Wriothesley was lying across both your and Neuvillettes laps, while your head was leaning on Neuvillette’s shoulder. The movie that was playing was a random comedy that you weren't really focusing on. Instead, you were focusing on how Wriothesley was playing with your hand: lacing and unlacing it, squeezing it, making shapes on it, laying it on his stomach, all types of things. You slightly moved your head, getting a small glance at Neuvillette, seeing how he was engrossed in the movie. He looked so handsome from this angle, like a true angel. His hair was up in a ponytail, he had a relaxed look on his face which came with a slight smile, no makeup on, just looking amazing.

Neuvillette looked at you, gently moving your head to kiss you, “You stare a lot.” he teased before letting you go back to your previous position and turning his attention back to the movie. He always knew when to catch you off guard, he loved seeing the slight blush on your face and how your body got slightly warmer. A small chuckle came from Wriothesley, “This movie is pretty hilarious.” he stated, which made Neuvillette hum in agreement. “You laugh at the corniest shit, Wrio.” you teased, pinching his stomach. “Yeah, I always laugh at your corny jokes.” he countered which made you pout. “Rude,” you mumbled before finally turning your attention back to the movie.

You were on the fifth movie, the popcorn long gone but neither of you felt like moving to get more. You felt yourself start to get tired, slightly moving yourself to get comfortable before letting out a soft sigh. You felt content, your boyfriends had you practically trapped in between them, their scents surrounding you, and both of their bodies were warm, it was true heaven. You felt your eyes slowly start to close, you didn't feel like focusing on the movie anymore, or anything for that matter. Wriothesley was quiet, not making any comments or a chuckle anymore, which meant he was most likely knocked out. Right before you fell asleep, you felt Neuvillette’s head slightly drop on yours and heard his breathing even out. Looks like all of you are going to sleep on the couch tonight.

[oldmanontumbler]

God, Lobcorp Tumblr must go CRAZY...

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whyyyyyy is like everyone here they/them NB im not transphobic i swear i just miss WOMEN 😩

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Lol there's literally a ton of women??? Like 75% of Wellcheers Club is girls.

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OUT OF MY WAY GAYBOYS IM BOUT TO GET IT

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WHY AM I ON A BOAT

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the mushroom chunk wont fuck you bro!!!

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You can make "Brian!"

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What do you think happens if you drink a bottle of enkephalin and then a can of wellcheers and then forbidden tree sap and then get stroked by porccubus 🤔😏🤯

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What happens if you make a playlist of fragment of the universe, silent orchestra, theresia, and singing machine? 🥵😈😳

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I don't need sleep I need answers

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PSA

If you see something that looks like THIS

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That is NOT a flower that can KILL you!!!

REBLOG TO SPREAD THE WORD

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You can't be this wilfully ignorant when peoples LIVES are at stake that is Meat Lanterns BREACHING FORM!!!!

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[sh1-n0bu]

Hello! Hope you are having a good day/evening.

I saw that your requests are open so i wanted to see if i could request, a headcanon(or one shot what ever you think would be better for the idea) + angst for scara, childe and diluc [add any character you have ideas pls :) ].

I was thinking of how would they react if reader just disapeard for a period of time, and they maybe though reader was dead. Until they came back (or they saw them somewhere like in other city after long time). [idk why reader decapered-] . I wanted to know if they would let reader in or ignore them for the rest of times.

(im sorry for making this so long- if you dont understand the idea or dont want to make it i complitly understand.)

✿ 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ✿

characters: scaramouche, childe and diluc x nb!reader

warnings: angst (me likey), reverse comfort, verbal fighting, takes place after scaramouche’s defeat, mentions of blood and injury (not too graphic), reader disappears for some time but dw nothing bad happens

notes: it’s alright hun, i understand dw too much abt anything! also you can def tell who’s my favorite lmao

since his loss as the false god of sumeru, the irmunsul incident, his mentality was slowly getting better

slowly starting to heal from all his trauma, loss, betrayals and suffering in the hands of the second fatui harbinger

but that doesn’t mean some bad habits just won’t immediately disappear

you and wanderer’s relationship has been going well. silly little dates here and there, holding hands and he was even slowly starting to open up to you about his past as well!

however lately you’ve been going out meeting someone named “kaveh” a lot lately. not really having time to explain to your lover that kaveh was your work partner and that you two had a deadline coming soon of an expensive and famous museum

and that was all it took for wanderer to start doubting the relationship between you two

did you truly love him like all the time you said you do? was it a lie? who was this kaveh anyways? perhaps this was a bad idea. maybe he never should’ve took nahida’s suggestion and confessed to you. maybe it was all better if he were to just push you away like he always have with people before

after 2 weeks of hard work with barely no sleep, full meal or even being able to see your loving boyfriend again, the architecture of the museum was finally finished and you and your best friend can finally catch some well deserved break

stepping into your shared little cottage at 2 in the morning, you yawned walking into your shared bedroom with your lover, not entirely surprised to see him still wide awake, sitting on your bed seemingly mulling over something

hugging his smaller body and nuzzling into his neck, you sighed in content. finally happy to be able to spend some time with your darling

that was until he stood up suddenly harshly tearing of your hands that was wrapped around his middle

“darling? what’s wrong?”

“don’t you dare ask me what’s wrong when you KNOW what the answer is. what finally got tired of that kaveh guy you’ve been seeing? finally got tired of him so now you come crawling back to me?!”

“… honey i don’t understand what you mean. i think you got it all wrong”

“don’t you dare call me those names! i knew you were a liar and a manipulator. always going around wearing that sickeningly sweet smile as if nothing’s wrong! you’re no better than him. no in fact, you’re worse!”

the fight escalated from there. at first you tried to calm him down and explain to him about everything but you were just too tired, too exhausted, too lonely

soon enough wanderer and you were just shouting at each other. calling each other names, jabbing at traumas, stabbing old wounds

the breaking point for you was when he shouted one thing you wish you would never hear coming from someone so dear to you

“I WISH YOU NEVER EXISTED AT ALL!”

deafening silence

no one moved, no one spoke, just silently staring into each other’s faces until you grimaced

he immediately regretted it. but he won’t show it because his pride is always too much. always too high. always above everyone. always destroying any human contact he sought after

quietly shaking your head, you picked up your coat again before stepping out of the once shared home with your lover, shutting the door gently. you were never one to slam doors after all

he wanted to get out and chase after you. hold your hand, cling to you, begging for forgiveness

but his pride won’t allow it

a few days have passed and he has yet to run into you. you’ve been gone without a single trace of where you went to or who you’re with

it’s as if his words came true…

it has been a week already. no signs of you and wanderer is going to lose his mind

he went to nahida to ask for her help, he asked about you from the traveler and paimon, he even went around asking about the person named kaveh

another day, another failure in finding you

sobbing in his bed, clinging tightly to your pillow he only wished for one thing. he just wanted you back

snapping out of his misery when the front door knob jingled, he nearly tripped over his own legs when jumping out of bed

and there you were, standing on the front door of your shared home, wearing the exact same clothes, facial expressions as the day you left

the short male didn’t care about how he looked, how messy his home was or even much of his pride. throwing himself into your chest, clinging to you like a lifeline, sobbing out apologies after apologies

forgiveness is a hard thing. especially to prideful people like wanderer but he will soon learn to apologize if he keeps practicing make sure to disappear more to teach him a lesson reader-chin👍

it has been some time since the ginger menace has seen his lover. that’s because you have been away on a long time commission on dragonspine. something about multiple frostarm lawachurl going haywire. of course him being himself, immediately offered to go as well if it weren’t for you bonking him on the head with all his piled up harbinger paper work

he knows you’re strong - even though you lack a vision - and he has great faith and earnest trust in you! he truly does! however the gnawing of dark thoughts, worry filled mindless pacing and the creeping presence of nightmares just won’t let him go no matter how much the harbinger throws himself into his piles upon piles of work

it took one utterance of your name to slip past ekaterina’s mouth that snaps him back to life, away from the insecurities and terror looming over him

were you finally back? it took a whole 2 weeks! he can’t wait to see you, hold you in his arms, trail kisses on your scars, to just be in your presence again!

just the simple thought of your face is enough to have him kicking his feet, giggling with sheer and utter joy

but that giggles stopped abruptly when ekaterina showed him a piece of ripped cloth. your cloth. a ripped part of the coat you wear whenever you’re called to dragonspine…

with a bated breath and shaking hands, childe asked “… they’re not here, are they?”

when the fatui gave a hesitant nod, tartaglia bolted out of the northland bank, running straight towards the icy peak - which always stirred warmth within his heart, reminding him of his homeland - now filled with a painful, nerve wracking cold

when he had arrived at the place you mentioned before seeing off, there were blood stains everywhere on the snow

the sight always used to make his eyes widen with excitement but now, with an unshakable fear

“[name]? [name] are you here! honey-bun please answer me!”

digging through all the wreckage, running around all over the place, searching for you, yelling your name. he just needed one little sign. just one little sign, please

and his pleas were answered with a grunt. a pained groan

quickly dashing over to where the sound had come from, he found you under a small wreckage pile of carts and tattered cloths with a hastily wrapped bandage around your bleeding torso

“haha… is it a bad time to say hi, big boy?” shakily laughing and cocking your eyebrow, you shot him a teasing grin

if you weren’t injured he probably would’ve bonked you over the head nicely but for now a nice 24 hours of lecture and scolding sounded better to ajax

it all started when your beloved significant other kept coming back home way past midnight, bruised and bleeding and leaving the next morning before the sun could even crack through the darkness of the night

at first you were worried, then you soon got used to it but patience can only run for so long until it breaks

“WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THINGS FROM MY PERSPECTIVE FOR ONCE DILUC?! YOU ALWAYS COME BACK INJURED, SOMETIMES EVEN ON THE VERGE OF DEATH AND YET YOU STILL LEAVE IN THE MORNING WITHOUT EVEN LETTING YOUR OPEN WOUNDS CLOSE!”

“i’ve been doing this for years [name]. so stop being clingy and let it be! i’m strong enough to handle myself.”

meanwhile elzer and adelinde looked at each other in worry. furrowing rheir brows, biting their lips and anxiously messing with their hands

the manor has never been this loud, ever since the fight between their young master and his brother kaeya of course

the fight started with a simple curt sentences being thrown but now it was slowly losing it’s meanings, turning into a shouting contest. a fight to see who has more pride than the other

“STOP BEING SO DAMN OVERPROTECTIVE! I’M STRONG ENOUGH TO HANDLE MYSELF AND YOUR WORRYING IS NOT NEEDED!”

that was the final straw for you to leave the manor with a loud slam of the front door

diluc tried to chase after you, realizing his mistake, wanting to apologize sadly the whole shouting re-opened his wounds, causing the young master’s sleeping tunic to get dirtied with blood

since that nasty fight with your dear boyfriend, you’ve been staying at his brother’s place for the time being. kaeya was more than understanding. after all, he too was once cast out by his loved one from his home

it had already been 4 days since the uncrowned king of mondstadt had seen his beloved and things were not going smoothly. he keeps messing up the order’s at the bar, letting fatui or some enemies get out of sight only to be reminded of that with a new wound, spending sleepless hours just tightly clutching at your pillow in your once-shared bed

on the fifth night of your sudden disappearance, diluc has had enough. mentally broken and physically exhausted, he sobbed silently, holding onto your pillow tightly

the red head was too caught up in his mental breakdown, he didn’t even hear your voice calling out his name

jolting violently and swiftly turning back - ready to summon his claymore - only to fall silent once he realizes it’s your hand holding his shoulder, your voice calling him sweet, cheesy nicknames, you standing before him in the flesh

“… darling? is that you…?”

you hated how broken he sounded. how devastated yet relieved he looked. how his voice shook with so mich hesitation and fear

gently cradling his head to rest upon your heart, you shushed his cries and begs of forgiveness

cuddles? …that sounds nice

[atticsandwich]

Hey I like the idea of your fic where mephisto made a pact with mc before mc got yeeted to the past in NB. I know it was a while back but did you make a continuation for that? If not would you consider doing one? I really want to know what happens when mc gets back to og timeline and reunites with meph

hey!! sorry it took me this long to respond, i only recently got around to getting an idea for a continuation. i initially wanted to leave it open ended but i kinda wanted to indulge myself a bit haha :>

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time, curious time

mephistopheles / gn!mc

a sequel to this fic, in which you come back

(to preface: ignore the hard mode reunion for this one 💀 i still choose to think that "reunion" is a red herring set up by nightbringer bc it does not align at all to how they set up mc's dissappearance in the first place. but more on that theory some other time or maybe im just being delusional idk)

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It was a day like any other.

R.A.D was bustling with students rushing to go home or hang out after a long day of class, echoes of afterschool plans reverberating through its halls. On one hand, everything seemed as it was— nothing was amiss; there were no violent bouts or random screams of terror, no demon stampedes or curses being thrown at each other.

But, it was still different.

At least, that's how it was for Mephistopheles, who, as usual, was holed up in his office at the newspaper club room. Ever since your disappearance, he's been spotted less and less, only ever coming out when summoned by Diavolo or if he deemed it necessary to go home— he still has a brother awaiting his return to tend to, of course. He never really got used to how quiet the office became, especially during the times he'd typically expect you to barge in like you owned the place. He also never got used to his phone being so... stagnant, missing your daily texts and calls whenever you couldn't visit him. Your name is still pinned at the top of his D-Com list, just in case, he says to himself everyday.

Just in case they come back.

It's been a year since then, yet the memory of the first night of your disappearance is still vivid in his mind. He remembered exhausting all his resources and connections, from the grandest duke to the tiniest noble— he didn't care about the judgemental gruffs and stares he'd get when he asked them if they had any info about a particular human sorcerer, which, considering demon nobility, there was a lot of, to the point where he almost started accussing any noble who responded to him with even the slightest off-tone. Diavolo had to intervene at some point, as the usual snarky, egotistical demon completely stopped sleeping then. His worried brother's face was one he would forever remember, and he made a mental note to never let him see his big, dependable brother in that state ever again.

Things have calmed down now, he supposes, but they never slowed down searching— he never did. Sure, they eventually pieced together that you were sent back somewhere in time and that Solomon was tasked to bring you back, much to his dismay, but there was still a culrpit on the loose, someone bold enough to snatch up a human under the protection of the Demon Prince hinself. Whoever that was— demon, human, whatever— no matter their reason or agenda, still had to answer.

The echoes of the crowd of students outside started getting softer, and Mephisto deems it might be nigh time for a little break. Just in time too, as he starts feeling his eyelids drop and mind fog, a stale cup of tea now cold on the side of his desk. Before drifting to sleep, the last of its scents wafts over to him, reminding him that he did your favorite blend today.

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This must be a dream, he thinks.

When he opens his eyes he's met with the darkness of his office, the halls outside now dead quiet. Someone must have turned off the lights, as he slowly sits up from his position on the sofa.

Wait, when did he get here?

He surmises it must have been the club president or Diavolo, as they often come to his office to check in on him from time to time. Still, there's a weird feeling bubbling in his stomach, something that he hadn't felt in a while.

Why was his hand so warm?

It's then that he finally notices it— the soft, steady breathing of someone laid next to him. He stops himself from jumping in alarm, and just before his mouth opens in condemnation that some random demon went and slept with him while he was taking a nap—

"Mephisto? Are you awake now?"

A voice lulls him back to his senses.

He knows that voice. He knows it all too well.

He notices the hand clutching his; tightly, like they weren't going to let go anytime soon. He feels the lone pact on his wrist suddenly burst to life, like it never faded in the first place, and he finally realizes what was happening.

If this is a dream, please don't let it end, he pleads.

The figure sits up, still not letting go of his hand. He feels another hand carress his face in a warmth that he never thought he would feel again, before he finally locks eyes with the figure.

"It's not a dream. I'm home."

"You..." the words get caught in his throat, unable to say anything. He resorts to taking his free hand, the one shaking uncontrollably, as he returns the gesture of carressing your face. You lean into his touch, chasing the warmth it radiates.

He doesn't notice his tears starting to flow, nor does he notice you lean towards him in time to react as you kiss away the salted dew from his eyes. In true Mephisto fashion, he retaliates, like he always does, smashing his lips all over your face until it reaches yours, and you laugh as you finally feel his smile while taking in his fervent attempt of making up for lost time— hands still bound together, bodies falling back to the comfort of the couch, your name spilling out of his mouth everytime he catches his breath. In his arms, here,

you're home.

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tags: @insomniachox @whatever-fanfics

[phyrestartr]

Hi there! I am unsure if you have requests open or not, but if you do, could I request a Miguel x F!Reader where reader wants to tell Miguel that she identifies as non-binary, but struggles to do so out of fear of Miguel breaking up with her.

There is one scene I have in mind for this in particular is that while having sex, Miguel tells the reader that he loves her, and the Reader has to hold in her/their tears because she/they truly believes he won't anymore when he finds out.

If this request is uncomfortable, please feel free to ignore!

Simply You | Miguel O'hara x F/NB!Reader

Miguel x F/NB!Reader W/C: 2.5k

#NSFW, hurt/comfort, fluff, fem-presenting reader, pre-established relationship, miguel is Spiderman, set before ATSV, adults talking like adults, healthy relationship ayo

Note: Tysm for this request! As a NB girlie, I really relate to this sort of struggle with coming out/explaining my identity to people close to me, so, in a weird way, I really enjoyed writing the reader fumbling with the explanation lol?? Idk but this was kinda sweet and therapeutic to write! I hope you enjoy :')

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Miguel loved you. You loved him. It was simple. 

Only, it wasn’t. Not for you.

Shame ate at you every time you felt his embrace, every time he filled you with a searing heat only he could control in your tumultuous, all-feeling heart. That self-condemnation didn’t come because of who you were, no, but because of what you couldn’t tell him, what you were too afraid to tell him. 

But you could cope, you always had. Did it really even matter, anyway? Did you need to bring that out into the world, to declare you were someone more nuanced than the snarky, kind woman he fell for? Was it worth it to walk and breathe, to sing and smile, to love and dance in the truth of your ipseity if it meant losing your one and only, your partner for life?

You didn’t know. You didn’t know if love would welcome the truth. 

You didn’t think the ceiling would hold the answers either, as much as you stared up at it that morning, hoping for an epiphany. The heels of your palms dug into your eyes while you sighed a shaky, weak sigh, and found the strength to roll out of bed. Or, well, at least sit up. 

“Heeey,” Lyla chirped as she flickered into being beside you. “Everything cool, buddy?” 

You tried a smile and nodded. “Yeah. Everything’s cool. I’m cool. It’s just one of those days, I guess.” 

“Yeah, I get that. It happens, so don’t sweat it, alright?” The digital Tinkerbelle gave you a reassuring, glitchy smile as she made a show of patting your arm. “Is it ‘cause of last night?” 

You grimaced, and Lyla nodded judiciously. 

God, you didn’t want to remember that. Bursting into tears just because he said he loved you was just–it wasn’t exactly how you wanted it to go. 

You’d been here so many times, his chest pressed to your plush breasts, his words whispering softly into your ear in a tone both sinful and endearing, but it always felt like the first, somehow. 

Each easy push into your heat pulled a dreamy sigh from between your soft lips time and time again. Each drag of your nails against his back, every fistful of hair tugged gave you the lightest of moans, the softest sweetness you’d never imagined you’d find in a man like Miguel O’hara. But you did. And you cherished it. You cherished him. 

“That good?” He mumbled against your neck as his pace quickened subtly with the grip holding onto your waist. Your thighs cozied up against his sides harder as your partner dove deeper and deeper to your centre, rubbing up just right against your velvety walls. 

“Always,” you mumbled back. And he smiled against your skin, a small laugh joining the gesture. You smiled, too, and gasped when he snapped his hips against yours harder, faster, delivering you pulse after pulse of hot pleasure without breaking a sweat.

He kissed your throat before finding your mouth again, and murmuring against your lips, “even better?” 

You convinced your eyes open to catch a glimpse of his snarky, punchable smile. You rolled your eyes and raked your nails against the nape of his neck to feel him shudder and stutter from the pleasant tingles crashing down on him. Sure, you had your weak spot, but he had his, too. 

“You’re a brat.” But you kissed him anyway, that grown-up brat you were so smitten with. 

“You love it,” he said as he nipped your bottom lip. “Almost as much as you love me, I bet.” 

“Oh, is this gonna be a trend? You flirting with yourself on my behalf?” You chuckled and looped both arms around his neck while you kissed him again, and again, and again. “But, yeah. I love you, whether you’re being a little shit or a tough guy.” 

Bright fondness turned crimson eyes into glittering rubies. It fuelled your ego, knowing your praise and love could get your man so excited and full of himself. You didn’t mind it–you encouraged it, actually. He deserved all the recognition and worship humanity could offer. 

“And I love you,” he offered back.

You shifted, eyes widening a bit as the delicate balance in your heart started to waver. Maybe he’d stop there. Maybe he wouldn’t keep talking.

“No matter what.” He buried his face into your neck and inhaled your scent. “Te amo, mi amor.” 

And you cracked. You cried. Because he might only love the shell of you.

You hung your head and rubbed your face with an embarrassed groan. “Was it…bad? Like, secondhand embarrassment bad?” 

“Eh, nah, not really. You covered it up pretty well with ‘I’m just really happy, that’s all.’” Lyla sighed and shook her head. “You’re good, I’ll tell ya that. But you might just wanna be, I dunno, honest?” 

You stared at her blankly. “...No, thanks.” 

“Wooow.”

“I–it’s just not easy. I don’t know how to–to put it into words, or how to really just, y’know, sum it all up.” You ran your hands through your hair and made it into a nest fit for a family of crows to live in before you got up and wandered to the kitchen in search of coffee (because that would definitely help your anxiety). 

Lyla reappeared in the kitchen by your side. “Okay, well, how do you sum it up for yourself?” She adjusted her sunnies a bit as she watched you. 

You paused mid-scoop, and stared down into the tin of grounds, brows furrowed. “It’s complicated.”

“Great!”

“How is that great? It doesn’t solve anything.” 

“Nah, but it’s a start.” 

You blinked, dumbstruck. Because damn. She was right. 

–

You mulled it over in your head and in your heart, thinking hard about how to bring it up to him now that you'd decided, yes, you were in fact going to bring it up to him, to be honest with him. Your nerves recoiled and your stomach roiled when you tried to recite that unwritten script festering in the back of your throat:

“Hey, babe, I need to talk to you about something. It’s nothing bad. It’s just, uh, y’know. I, uh…” 

“Hey, Miggs? Can we talk? It’s nothing serious or anything, but–well, okay, maybe it is serious, just not to you–I mean, no, no, I don’t mean you don’t care or–shit.” 

“Hey, so, there’s something kinda complicated that I wanna talk about, and, uh…just don’t freak out, okay?”

“Okay,” Miguel said. You let out an ugly noise, something between a gasp and a squawk, as you whirled around to see Spiderman himself sitting in your open window with a bag of takeout in his stupid hands.

“Miguel,” you wheezed. “I, uh.” You wiped your palms on your pants and willed the shock away. God, he was so annoying. So goddamn annoying. Why’d he have to show up now? “I thought you–don’t you have work? Wait, come inside first, what’re you doing? Jeeze.” 

He waited for you to come over to him and pull him inside instead of getting up himself. A very Miguel thing to do. He just liked you to worry over him, to get all exasperated and tell him he was being a brat because, well, he thought it was cute. Miguel was a very simple man with simple pleasures. 

“Technically still at work,” he remarked, very blase as you dragged him inside the apartment before closing the window. He set down the take out and rummaged through it. “Lunch break. That turned into a ‘saving Nueva York’ break.”

You nodded and crossed your arms to shield your hammering heart from him. “And now you’re here because–?” 

Miguel shrugged and deactivated his mask as he turned to you, handing you a box of pad thai. “Sorry, didn’t know coming to feed my girl was a punishable offence. How many years do I get?” 

You smiled, and the wild thumping in your chest ebbed. “Dunno yet. I’ll consult the jury.” You took the box from him with a soft “thank you” on your lips, and you sat at the kitchen counter beside him. 

“I await the verdict with bated breath.” Miguel chuckled and shook his head before peeking over at you to catch a glimpse of your fond smile. But he stared a little too long, and you could feel pointed rubies pressing against the side of your face. 

“What?” You asked when you met his gaze. 

He shook his head the slightest bit. “Nothing, just…glad you’re smiling.” Ah, damn. That tone of voice was so soft and gentle. Why was he so sweet? “After last night, I just–I was still kinda worried, I guess.” 

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you reassured him, fighting through the heat staining your cheeks. “I promise. I don’t really know why I, y’know, got so…so…y’know.” 

“You sure?” Miguel asked. His gloved fingers tucked some hair behind your ear, fanning the flames hiding under your skin. “Sounded like you were rehearsing somethin’ before I crashed the party.”

You opened your mouth to refute, to argue against him, to run away from the issue at hand and save it for another day because why ruin the mood? But the words wouldn’t come up. Excuses didn’t come to mind, either, but bubbling bravery filled your chest and squared off your shoulders as you held Miguel’s gaze with burgeoning confidence. Maybe you could do this. Maybe you could fucking do this. The scariest part was the first step, just like when you said “yes” when he asked you out that first time. 

You could do this. 

“Yeah,” You managed out. 

You cleared your throat while your mind raced. You could fucking do this.

“I, um, it’s not—it’s not serious-serious, like, it’s nothing, uh…well, maybe it is something game-changing, I don’t really know what you’ll think, but…but yeah, I wanted to talk to you about…stuff? An important stuff–thing. Something important. To me.”

Miguel’s expression glowed with fond amusement, and he nodded, turning his attention to you squarely and resting his arm on the countertop. “Alright. Shoot. Important-thing me.” 

You nodded and took a few seconds to collect yourself. “Okay. Alright. Yeah, I got this. I’ll, uh, just get on with it. But I need this first,” you said before snatching the free hand off Miguel’s lap and holding it, fiddling with his thick, strong, gloved digits and making those claws pop in and out; he was the best fidget spinner, turns out. 

“Okay. So, uh. I don’t really know how to start, so this might be bumpy, but bare with me.” You glanced to the side in thought for a moment, and took a deep breath before ranting. “I just—I feel like I’m kind of…in limbo.”

Miguel raised his brows. “Limbo?”

“Yeah. But, like, not in a bad way? I just–it’s just something that’s me, I guess?” Your brows furrowed, wondering if you were confusing him too much with your vagueness. “When you call me a woman, it doesn’t feel–I mean, it’s not wrong, it’s just not the whole story. The whole truth. 

“It’s like being caught in the middle of, uh, man and woman, but being neither at the same time? I don’t–I think I’m still figuring it all out, but I don’t feel like I’m just your woman.” You looked up from Miguel’s hand and caught his patient gaze. Your face heated to a sporty, cherry red when he stayed silent. “I–maybe this was a bad time, sorry, you–”

“Ah-ah, no no no, don’t–don’t shut me out, mi amor,” Miguel rushed to say as he slipped his arm from the counter and held your one hand with both of his. “I have all the time in the world for you, alright?”

You pursed your lips and nodded. “Yeah, of course! Totally, yeah, okay.” 

Miguel chuckled and shook his head, too smitten with you and your antics. “But, alright, let me get this right, make sure I’m understanding things–you’re not necessarily wholly a woman, not wholly a man, somewhere in the middle, but nowhere on that scale at the same time?” 

Death coiled in your gut as embarrassment killed your will to go on. “...Yeah, wow, that sounds pretty stupid in hindsight.” 

“Ay, stop it,” your partner scolded. “It makes sense. I’m serious, I get what you’re saying.” 

“I don’t even know if I know what I’m saying, Miggs,” you sighed. 

“What I’m hearing is that you,” he started, reaching one hand over to tilt your chin up and meet his eyes, “are just you.” His scarlet eyes scanned over your features, admiring his beautiful girl–no, his beautiful partner, the one he was lucky enough to wake up with every morning, and go to sleep beside every night. “Undefined. Not one way or the other. Unlike the rest. Just perfectly you, yeah?” 

Your shoulders relaxed. “Just me,” you repeated quietly. That anxious half-smile bloomed into an honest, content look. “That’s a pretty good way to sum it up, yeah. I’m just me.” 

“And I love ‘just you.’ You know that, right?” He kissed the back of your hand when you laughed and nodded, tears nowhere to be found this time. “Good. So, should I call you something else? Not ‘girlfriend’ or anything?” 

“I think I’m okay with it, I just–I don’t know, I’m happy with ‘she’ as long as you know I’m kind of a ‘they,’ too. If that tracks.” 

“Tracks with me.”

“Alright. Good. Cool. I’ll, uh, let you know if I change my mind?”

“You better,” Miguel huffed. “I don’t want you to cry again–”

“Miguel O’hara,” you scolded, pinching his hand through the suit. “That was so embarrassing–don’t ever ever mention it again, okay? I was in a state last night and I’m trying real hard to pretend it never happened.” 

“Oh, wow, ah-huh. Maybe we should rewrite that night then, hey?” His mischievous smirk perked your intrigue. 

“Oh. Oh. Yeah. I think I’d like that.” You wiggled in your seat, that chaotic mix of old nerves and new excitement making you a fidgety mess of energy. “Right now? Wait, don’t you have work–”

“Eh, they’ll survive,” he said before getting up and scooping you into his arms easily. “Sure they can manage without me for an hour.”

“An hour? What, are we gonna watch a movie after?” Miguel looked at you, eyes so full of embarrassment and betrayal. You tried not to laugh. “I’m just saying. Based on precedent…” 

“I’ll never talk about you crying during sex if you never talk about me cumming too fast that one time.” 

“Pft. One time–” 

“Okay, alright, now you’re really gonna get it, you and that smart mouth of yours.” 

Memories of last night’s heartache and shame crumbled away as he held you, and threw you onto the bed with a smug smirk. Those dark remnants that once encased your heart fluttered away with the exorcism of sharing your aching truth with Miguel, with the sanctity of his unwavering love for you, his family, his partner for life. 

Miguel loved you. You loved him. It really was that simple. 

[sparky-is-spiders]

Sasha or Elias for the character bingo if you’re still doing it?

Sasha is here!

I like him! Obviously he's not Jon but he's one of the tiny handful of TMA characters who I hold special affection for. (I'm assuming you meant Jonah Elias lol)

Tbh I my usual gender headcanon is that Jonah was initially a binary trans man but after so many years and so many bodies and so many cultural changes he's drifted closer to being agender. However I do also vibe w/ transfem and/or nb Elias as well. Idk. He has the Range.

Didn't get enough canon focus in S5 specifically but I'm emphasizing that because like. Why?? Is he not. There????? He won! Let him do victory laps!! Let us learn more about him!!!! See all the ways he was (and is) as human as any of the rest of the cast!! My god!!!!!

He gets plenty of fanon focus but I don't think he gets a lot of fanon engagement if that makes sense? Like people have this really shallow interpretation of him as "evil boss" who is cartoonishly evil all the time and cruel for no reason. Like sure he does bad stuff but tbh working for him (ignoring the trauma and marks and armageddon) was probably Fine. Idk I don't think I'm doing a really good job explaining it. Look he wouldn't be your authoritarian controlling boss. Like if you worked at the institute and weren’t Jon he’d probably be the affable if slightly incompetent head you don’t really know much about who’s maybe persnickety about the dress code (can’t remember if that is or isn’t word of mouth) but you probably wouldn’t have a very strong opinion of him one way or another. Does that make sense?

Someone somewhere made a post about how he has autism and I can’t remember all the traits but. Yeah. I agree. (Tbh I think autism and being trans are like. The no. 1 eyevatar predictors out there tbh. Or maybe I just like eyevatars and projection. Who can say)

Yeah I like him best in the context of Jon. As with basically all characters my brain cares about him most in relationship to Jon. So.

jonelias did something fundamental to how I percieve relationships and dynamics. I will never be the same <3

I need him to be happy in that I need him to constantly be winning. I never really enjoy seeing him lose or suffer (that’s all for Jon!!) so like ideally in my mind he wins forever and ever and always.

Ask me about a character!

(Note: I have already gotten asks for Sasha, Elias, Jon, and Peter)

[scarletanpan]

.

Tw for transphobia ig? Not super serious I just cant focus til i scream abt this so sorry

Tumblrs tryna get me in something I keep seeing out of context discourse abt transandrophobia , tried to avoid it bc it was hitting a sore spot but finally looked and. Don't get why ppl arguing it shouldnt be a term for transmascs/trans men bc they only experience transphobia while being benefited by the patriarchy. Like u are still. Trans? Rlly its a weird cocktail of transphobia, misogyny, and misandry where ppl dont see u as a man if they know ur female, but get uncomfortable abt u presenting as masc, like ur ruining urself and hrt turns u into some evil scary creature bc men are bad apparently and bioessentialism is a curse upon this world that needs to be eradicated like.

The timing of this got to me bc the one person I came out to fully was a guy(who had a crush on me the whole time unfortunately) that immediately responded by letting me know he was into femboys. Then clarified he also liked masc women, and every time we talked from then on he brought up guy stuff but would stop and go 'yeah idk if i should say it.. ur like a girl u know, right?' Exact phrasing no matter how many times I said haha ig but 80% of the time i feel like a guy, but I couldnt be anything other than a girl to him unless I was a femboy. He confessed that multiple times like it was some suggestion..? Great way to get ur gender fucked up like back tf up damn cognitively I am Not there yet i was just excited abt sharing my identity w someone.. I dont have an issue w them they're cute I just felt wildly dysphoric abt it. Which is why I'm complaining ig my bad its wild but minimal in comparison to stuff I read the Actual point is.

This seems to just be a handful of ppl holding these opinions and they get spread around, and they have issues w afab nb ppl like?? The complaints I've seen seem to be targeting some idea of afab nb ppl being able to use their status as a privilege which. Idk what imaginary yt skinny middle class easily able to pass being they think comprises all afab nbs and transmascs? Like have yall never heard of intersectionality a little?? Even within that group there is so much variation yall are gonna lose it when u realize race, physical appearance, money, social status and abt a million other factors impact most ppls ability to be trans while receiving any respect or affirmation like

Show me where most ppl dont look at afab nb ppl and treat them like a girl or ignore any of ur pronouns besides she/her like. It's just dumb to deny ppl the right to talk abt how they experience transphobia bc u assume every nb person can pass or wants to idk?? As an nb I don't ever rlly expect to reach passing one way or the other but we live in a society so ppl will not respect that and thats the real issue! So weird like we need to be focusing on the transphobes that don't want any of us to have the right to transition or express ourselves. Which is what I plan to do now I've said my piece but idk afab nb ppl get behind me I'll fight to the death like. I'll fight to the death for all of us we all experience oppression in one way or the other and attacking certain communities over preconceptions doesn't help imo

And last note I don't wanna seem like idk how pressing of an issue transmisogny is ik how heavily targeted trans women are on a public scale comparatively there's always something to be said abt that. And a lil nervous abt using afab I don't wanna be exclusionary but couldn't find anyone using another term for nb ppl like me I'm tryna educate myself on intersex liberation on the side.. just don't think we need to infight we should listen to each other

[darianias]

Is this normal for Demis or are these just me???

I have ADHD so this just getting bigger lol but I guess this can apply to anyone, esp the second part, but in this case it's in a semi context for me?

A fun and interesting aspect of being #demisexual and #demiromantic (at least towards functional characters in my case as that's what this is about and I've only ever felt this way towards them, probably a psychological thing tbh) or it could just be a me thing... Either way!

Is that the longer I hyperfixate or enjoy a fandom for extended periods of time I tend to slowly fall for more people even YEARS after I started it and I pick it back up later. 😂

Like in Demon Slayer / Kimetsu no Yaiba this past week or the week before I fell for Obanai. Like I had no inkling of an idea that this would happen . I have now fallen for all but one of the Hashira men (men, not male), Gyomei and also have fallen for Yoriichi.

Like... when I first watched it, I would not of been able to tell you this, heck I believe when I first read/finished the manga I had one. ONE guy I simped for being Kyojuro, I believe. Maybe two (second being Giyu) as I have no sense of time, but I know Sanemi was the third for me, and that happened AFTER I finished the manga.

Like I felt nothing for most of them, heck any of them for a while, given I watched season 1 when it came out partially and felt nothing, then the rest when the Mugen train movie came out, still nothing. Then I watched the second season and read the manga and finished it immediately after. (The second season being when I was like Oh SHIT. NO. HE DIES. HEART WHYYY) And now I feel like I am unintentionally "playing pokemon" with the adult male slayers (to count Yoriichi in) like.... 😂

I don't think I'll fall for any of the Oni / demons.... but that's under my terms as for me looking at their human forms and the Oni / demon forms is like comparing Crisis Core Sephiroth to when the Jenova virus/genetics has taken over his mind, or like a zombie virus, they aren't quite the same people imo. Like I simp for Sane Sephiroth, not the most famous/infamous one lol. So like an example: Hakuji =/= Akaza, as he's not himself when he's an Oni.

That being said I've gotten attached to a few of those former lives so time will tell I guess? If that attachment will go anywhere else? 😂😅

(Note: so far I've never felt that sort of attraction towards women- just squishes, would like to be QPPs or kinning at most- so I'm assuming I'm demi-het but I don't have enough experience with NB characters to know yet for sure. But for all I know any of that can change. 🤷‍♀️ Everytime I happens in general it takes me by surprise lol)

ALSO THINKING ABOUT HAVING FEELINGS ABOUT TWO DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF CHARACTERS, this might get controversial/ me cancelled but fuck it

A REALLY WEIRD THING (might also just be a me thing, that might get me cancelled but y'know fuck it) is being attracted to a character's adult version, like in fan art??? So like attracted to aged up versions of characters.

For example, Eijiro Kirishima from MHA. Like I feel absolutely nothing towards canon Kirishima other than he's a sweet baby that needs protected at all costs. But then I saw a fan art of adult him huge and buff/beef cake with long but still kinda spiky hair similar to l Ryoma from Fire Emblem Fates or Like Axel/Lea from Kingdom Hearts (that might of been not helping ) and I feel attracted to that specific version of him. Like very, very, specifically, even other fanarts of a grown up versions of him just doesn't hit me without that hair or him without long hair and idk why. I don't normally feel attracted to someone bc of physical qualities so I cannot even phantom an explainstion😅😂

LIKE THIS PICTURE RIGHT HERE, THIS EXACT PICTURE STARTED IT I HAD TO GO FIND IT and it just makes me feel mushy everytime, credit in alt text:

So like when I watch the anime or read the manga it just feels like looking at an old school picture book, photo albums and videos at MOST. Like PRECIOUS BEAN, I protecc. That is a child, a puppy. I could NEVER. And then I see the fan adult version of him and I swear it's like two brothers?? or a dad and son??? but it's the same character and like...?? It makes me feel real weird and awkward bc like... yeah he has Kirishima's personality 1:1 but I don't feel that way about actual canon Kirishima myself as that is A HUGE NO. That is a baby in my eyes.💀🤢 Like I legitimately usually watch/read with me thinking of me/my sona as married to Aizawa and helping the class or with Keigo/Hawks. (Or a sane, au version of Touya/Dabi but that's less typical bc the canon one also is a big no for me, he is scary 😬😰)

This also has happened with Bakugo and Shouto too later, like.... y'all need to stop with the adult versions of them bc they're making me feel things which are kinda controversial (at least on TikTok) which makes me feel kinda anxious about it all 😵‍💫, and then like I create two versions of them in my head because I just love the fandom adult versions of them??? And it feels separate from the canon version?

And at least with TikTok's climate I couldn't tell many people this in like comments, bc they immediately assume I am a predator- which like esp if not specified I can get 💯 but like. It's not like that 💀 I stumbled upon some fan art of a guy who could be his elder brother or father and like that is who I like.

Is this somewhat normal or just me??? 😭😰

[elodieunderglass]

Oh it’s even more than that! The cis straight guy is very often a ride home, dad or husband. Or a Bob which I will explain in this essay is a signifier of a healthy ecosystem, like frogs are.

This is a 3 am take so consider this a blanket apology and a readmore but if you hate this post you were warned.

If he’s someone’s ride home, then his presence enables queer people to show up. Note this importance in, say, rural America or where the person might use a wheelchair or need care or can’t drive. Or where the meeting place is generally awkward.

If he’s someone’s dad, his presence enables kids to show up. I know a 5 year old trans kid in real life. I know a nonbinary teen in real life who’s allowed to do a lot on their own, but their parents worry, and if they’re hanging out with adults the parents want to attend and meet the adults. Teenagers are so liminal with this.

If he’s someone’s husband, that’s a perfectly common accessory for a bisexual, nonbinary, or trans person. I think it adds a delightful dimension to queer spaces. I think it’s great that there’s a whole class of sexuality that’s “bi wife energy” or “straight except for loving this person” or “straight since I think nonbinary people are considered a different gender to my own - actually I’m completely lost about whether that’s true but we’ve been married ten years?” or “straight except for the fact that my partner transitioned, and we’re still married, and it’s none of your business.” At this point they’re so common that they’re their own subspecies. I think all spaces should have a slightly bewildered guy in his late forties who owns a set of good screwdrivers. I am bi and have one myself; it is a common pairing. “Why would your husband come to your social thing” idk this is a genuine thing people do sometimes in non-tar-pit spaces. They stop by. It’s almost like birds. You meet this incredible ornate, splendid older queer person and then they introduce their husband Professor Robert “Bob” Kevinsworth, who’s just this extremely straight old big fat Linux geologist in a 90s t-shirt with a trout on it, they’ve been married 45 years. Evolutionary pressures mean that the Bob must be relatively drab in order to camouflage themselves on the nest or something; if you want to attract the flashy half of the couple to your garden, then you have to provide habitat for Bob. idk it’s 3:46 am right now. But it’s like frogs; the presence of Bobs indicates a healthy and established ecosystem, like Grison and Derin indicate. Because frogs, who absorb environmental toxins readily through their skin, are an indicator species for pollution and biodiversity; a Bob means there is going to be less toxicity and more diversity.

[And also it’s none of our business but there are an awful lot of queer Bobs (Bob himself, again, possibly being queer) and it’s really none of our business. Sure, maybe that person looks like a straight grandpa. A lot of people do/did. I have always hated the idea that you can “spot” a queer person by their haircut, clothes or youth (largely because I don’t look very unusual or amazing myself.) the oldest nb person I know is a sort of Bob with a big white beard and grandchildren, and I’m sorry but at their age they are NOT going to be getting a different haircut! Let alone pink Shein dungarees and black circle sunglasses to signify their queerness to gatekeepers. A lot of people seeing them would assume they are cishet. Nope! Just old, fat and unfashionable.)

So a space that doesn’t have room for a cishet guy is a space that has made decisions about children, non-drivers, a large proportion of bi and nonbinary people, straight trans women, dads, and so on.

Which is fine in itself I suppose, but what they’re clearly kinda selecting for is a population of able twentysomethings who can all have sex with each other. and the thing is that there’s often a vibe they feel annoyed by seeing people they don’t want to fuck (children, middle-aged people, unfashionable queer people, people unironically wearing trout t shirts).

So in my admittedly highly limited personal experience, the exclusionary “queer spaces” just tend to be an elaborate drama-production exercise for twentysomethings to date each other, the rituals are intricate etc.

And all the rest of the weird queer people are just. at the seed swap.

I'm kind of at a point where the "queer spaces" i feel safest in are the ones that have a pet cishet dude or two hanging around

[wingkink]

-> thoughts post for m9 oneshot because i dont want ot make 85 indivcidial posts that get half a note each

puts up my sign that says "it has been [0] days since matt last used the wrong pronouns for his own nb npc"

sam is always doing some shit (derogatory this time)

also. sam not knowing hold old luc is has the same energy as matt not knowing how old vex and percy's kids are. lmao

also this is fucked like do NOT take the CHILD into the battle with you . we learned nothing from "SHE HAS SIX HITPOINTS"

where is essek. bangs my fists on the floor

actually forget him where is astrid. ASTRID MENTION !!!! FOR MY LIFE!!!!

blumentrio mention doesnt count altho appreciated^

not relevant but i think she should be evil. i think too many people want her to have a redemption arc or have her as like the good person (tm) on the assembly who is like a thorn in their side bceause theyre evil and she's not. no. she should be evil as well. and hot

SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN ALLOWED TO KLILL HIM SHE WAS RIGHT SHE WAS RIGHT SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN ALLOWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELLOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i spent the whole first 10 mins of this stream thinking this guy was so annoying and now he's a guest player. was this show designed by someone who hates me personally or

"what sort of creche is this" and then blank looks from the cast is so funny. universal non american experience

hey i just had a coffee so this is going to get progressively more manic

ESSEK MENTION 🤙🤙🤙🤙🤙🤙🤙🤙🤙🤙🤙🤙🤙🤙

"perhaps we were too easy on him" "well we'll have to kill him this time" YOU THINK/.??? YOU FUCKING THINK??????? you know who knew that? ASTRID KNEW THAT

anyway shut the fuck up . get essek

this aggy guy ius so annoying like you will never be Spurt

i accidentally posted this help anyway contuining

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO ok sorry that's kinda funny. like chris perkins did it better but that's sitll pretty good

ARE U GOING TO ok well they cant call essek. sending is broken. shit. well they can mind meld with essek or something idk

i want him so bad <- what who said that

using wish to cast simulacrum never done before in cr history (real) anyway is anyone thinking what im thinking? anyway

HOW DO U HAVE THE ENERGY TO CAST TELEPORT (to the grove) TELEPORT (to the nein heroez) THE TOWER MIND BLANK AND WISH. U DONT.

screaming wailing and banging my fists on the table because i want to see my wizards

^^ wait. sorry. the simulacrum could have cast mind blank. im sorry for the caleb slander wont happen again

if astrid isnt here im going to kill myusefl

idk what's gonna happen when tyey go in but i know it's gonna be less cool than what im imagining but im just remembering liam saying that he once thought the two bodies he'd take back to replace his parents would be astrid and wulf . do you guys ever think about that? i do

WHER ETHE FUCK ESSEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM GAY

im shaking physically btw i think the autism ghost is tyring to escape. my body

NAW COZ WHY DOES LEOFRIC SOUNDS LIKE WULF i know it's bc matt is probably just doing "zemnian man voice" buyt come ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

insane that they would be in blumenthal in the house that the drei burnt WITH ikithon rehashing that last battle of campaign 3 and wulf and astrid ARENT FUCLING THERE. kills you kills you kills yo

im now picturing the debrief where caleb has to sit down and explain this to astrid tomorrow. i think she's gonna kill him

(wheres essek)

theres only 50 minutes left in the episode like i feel like this has barely started energy. hello

anyway astrid is so so gonna kill them like this cunt is killing people and you know how many people he wouldve killed if astrid had gutted him 7 years ago? 0 <3

god using her 9th level to summon artagan is so erotic. we stan

aww i miss the twins man

10 minuites to go.

insane pacing (derogatory). sub optimal number of wizards. not worth the time commitment. 0/10 do not recommend. goodnight

[sku11s1asher]

neuvillette x male reader for soulmates au😞😞 enemies to lover trop to omg there both rivals but slowly fall inlove with each other😭

neuvillette x nb/male reader (soulmate au)

note: ermm ignore how long it took, i forgot to check inbox, also i didn’t go too much into enemies more like haters to lovers lol (this is a long drabble bc i couldn’t think of any main prompts, enjoy it bc it really is long oops)

ooc neuv , suggestive , also they don’t really go in a order so yeah

fem dni

before finding out your soulmates (d1 haters frfr)

⋆ you and neuvillette seemed to argue over every little thing. if you breathed in his direction he’d mumble something under his breath, causing an argument.

⋆ everyone thought you both were dating, every single time you both even come close to each other theres some awkward sexual tension

⋆ he criticized every little thing you did, if said something a little wrong, he’d make fun of you, always having to run his mouth

⋆ now you personally didn’t really believe in soulmates because of how hard it is to find yours, to find your soulmate you have to actually touch them; not a touch as in accidentally graze but like an intimate type, a hug, etc.

⋆ if you are a attorney, you always would always drag on the case longer than it needs to be just to argue a little longer (you also did it to spend more time with him but, i won’t tell anyone your secret)

⋆ neuvillette and you had some weird type of rivalry, you guys knew each other for a while, every single time you felt as neuvillette liked someone you ended up taking them from him and he did the same to you.

⋆ at the same time, he didn’t honestly know how to feel about you, your personality was so different from his. he tried his best to stay away from you but, clearly it didn’t work.

⋆ his hatred for you was also contributed because of your friends, the people you hang around, the not so liked people in fontaine.

⋆ he felt as you were a competition for him at the same time; you were a little too good at your job (whatever you want it to be), now it may not necessarily be at his level but you were too good for his liking.

⋆ his emotions and feelings are all over the place. he couldn’t decide if he hated you, didn’t care, or was jealous.

⋆ neuvillette always looked at you, even if it was a look of hatred, love, admiration, anything. he always had some type of eye on you, he felt some time of connection with you.

⋆ if you ever got in trouble, he took the blame for it, which was odd as he wouldn’t really care if you were someone else.

⋆ fontaine was raining really bad, that day happened to be the day you got injured.

⋆ you had just got back from sumeru which isn’t the safest place, your injuries weren’t thatttt bad but, they weren’t the prettiest.

⋆ once you got a little healed and we’re allowed to leave, you saw him. he wasn’t doing anything important just looking at the melusine.

⋆ you walked up to him to annoy and tease him, most people were conflicted if you were enemies or lovers.

⋆ you weren’t expecting his reaction though, instead of arguing with you, he hugged you. you were frozen for a moment but eventually hugged him back, which is how you found out you were soulmates.

once you find out you’re soulmates ;

⋆ he always has some part of him touching you, even if it’s his pinkie, he needs the comfort of you.

⋆ soulmates share a mark with each other, you both have (design of your choice idk), every single time you get intimate with him, he always kisses and loves on it.

⋆ he loves praising you, if you win a court case or do something really good in your job, expect a night full of praise.

⋆ you both didn’t announce your relationship with anyone though, you both give sly comments every chance you get.

⋆ neuvillette loves you though, your the only person who gets him to act the way he does.

⋆ he’s always had a soft spot for you, before you were soulmates and when you were hating on each other every chance you both had.

⋆ once you both got into a huge argument, it was raining hard, you felt bad because he’s your bf/hubby

⋆ when you walked into his office and saw him crying you didn’t know what to do. he never got better with his emotions and expressing them with you.

⋆ “baby, i’m sorry, you were right i was wrong, okay?” you said to him while walking up to his desk. all he did was look at you and wipe his tears, not giving you a response.

⋆ he truly was the prettiest crier you’ve ever met, it was kind of a turn on, but keep your mind out the gutters your bf is cryin!

⋆ you both cuddle a lot, after you argue. he never liked having serious arguments with you though, it brought him some type of sadness.

⋆ just overall, he’s an lovin boyfriend (and hopefully husband), he’s the best soulmate you could’ve ever asked for!

⋆ ps; he still doesn’t like your friends (lyney)

[lambyexists]

The one pinned post.

I STAND WITH PALESTINE 🇵🇸🍉

I have a carrd. I have been wanting 2 update it ,, + update some other socials but I KEEP FORGETTING TT

https://lambyexists.carrd.co

Stuff to know:

I am Lamby. ((not my real name,, a nickname))

You can also call me Lim. ((also not my name. acronym for Life Is Miserable,, edgy,, i know))

Or Dweeb, ((again, not my actual name))

or whatever, really.

Also I'm a minor, like 17 human years old, just saying so that if you have like minors DNI or are a strictly 18+ blog, go ahead and block me 'cause sometimes I forget to check or don't notice. I do filter a lot of nsfw/nsft tags out of preference, though. Also if you are an incest/stepcest shipper please block me or unfollow. Or at least don't hide it like if I had a penny for every time someone I followed didn't specify they had that type of stuff on their blog. I'd have like two pennies. I don't wanna see that stuff,, and it makes it hard to filter out.

Any pronouns are ok, I use he/him for myself. My gender is...Unavailable. I don't know either.

This is an art blog and I'll put art stuff here.

Meanwhile, this is reblogs blog @lambydoesntrllyexist

((I finally learnt how to put reblogs there so all reblogs are supposed to be to that blog because I don't want to get confused,, but i often accidentally reblog here and in other blog))

((This is the other blog btw))

Other blog for non art related things,, mostly foods and daily life @lim-but-i-try

Okay that's all.

Fandoms I'm in/ will probably make art of:

WTNV (Welcome To Night Vale)

Deco*27's MILGRAM

Obey Me! (Both NB & OG)

Dungeon Meshi

These are tags that I try to use:

IDK if I'll ever start tagging stuff properly or consistently.

"lambysfanartexists" is the tag for fanarts

"lambysocsexist" for my OCs

"lambytalksabtstuff" for random rants and thoughts and stuff

"lambymakesashitpost" for shitposts

"lambyhadadream" for just me talking about random dreams I had.

small note: due to scammers, i will not be answering any more asks I get relating to fundraisers or gofundmes. I will still try to share/reblog any posts which I think are legitimate. Please do tell me if something I am reblogging is a scam/not legitimate. I find it difficult to tell whether a fundraiser is legitimate, so I usually err on the side of caution. I do not want to encourage people to send money to people who profit off of lying and pretending to be seriously ill etc.

[crossdressingdeath]

#Perfect#I imagine he had to have commissioned one they were going to be ruling together after all#Side note I desperately want to know how gortash planned to explain their relationship once he was archduke because I don't think he#Could just rely on no one finding out about them#Anyway I would assume both individual portraits and a portrait together#I imagine gortash is trying to get them to dress up in beautiful silks and fancy jewelry and even makeup and they're like idk none of#This sounds very bhaal-honoring it doesn't murder anyone or advance his goals how I appear doesn't matter I am merely his instrument#And gortash has to get into like yes but the rabble wants to see a leader they admire and that all works better if look rich and beautiful#So put on those earrings and that fancy jacket and they're like okay. fine. for the plan. And then once the portrait is done and presented#To them they can't stop looking at it and even touching their face in the portrait because they look beautiful#And they've never thought of themselves as beautiful before#And gortash is outwardly like great does this mean you'll dress up and shower more? But is inwardly facing an insane tangle of emotions#Pleasure the plan is working satisfaction that this may help shape durge into a better coruler and that they'll associate this positive#Emotion with him (that's why he made sure to have their joint portrait finished first after all) but also a horrific sort of softness#At seeing how Durge's face lights up when they look at the portrait (tags via @chronurgy)

Quick, someone get that one scene from The Mummy where Rick(?) comes out all prettied up and Evie(?), who was just talking about how unlikable and filthy and rude he is, is completely dumbstruck. ...I admit I have never actually seen The Mummy and only know the scene from a Pavellan comic I saw a while back but. you know. That's one potential direction for this to go.

But Gortash wouldn't even have to wait until the portrait was ready to show Durge how amazing they look when they don't look like a serial killer living in the sewers (he is exaggerating just a touch perhaps, I doubt Durge would let their appearance slip that far if only in the name of some semblance of subtlety, but still)! Imagine him getting Durge all prettied up and they're grumbling about how ridiculous and useless and un-Bhaalspawn-like all this is, only to be cut off by the softest little "...Oh" when Gortash pulls them over to stand in front of the nearest mirror and they see how they look when they're dressed and styled like a noble. Gortash does refer to Durge as Bhaal's prince (at least if you're playing as a guy, I assume for a girl it's princess and I'm not sure what it is for nb), let him dress them up like the royalty he's convinced they deserve to be, and that they will be if the plan succeeds! Also I love the image of Gortash acting all smug and teasing them like "Oh, does this mean you're going to dress and act less like a filthy sewer rat now?" while internally freaking out because Oh shit oh gods they're so beautiful and they never even realised. He has just handed them a terrifying weapon and also he's just very into this look.

Also: Gortash commissioning a portrait of the two of them together for future co-rulers reasons is giving me Emotions in the context of Gortash's first appearance in act 3 being him sitting for a portrait. Thinking about him already having a portrait all set with him and Durge because he intended for them to rule together, only to have to get a new one done at the last minute because Durge is gone and he can't use the one he had of the two of them... Ouch?

Oh, also, for your consideration. Gortash and Durge's plan for how Durge was going to fit into the archduke situation being marriage. Maybe not right away, but once the Absolute is dealt with. After all, how can Bane and Bhaal complain if it's for The Plan? Definitely just for the plan. All just for appearances! The rags-to-riches fairy tale of Gortash's common lover elevated to the Archduke's consort (possibly because of some dramatic act of love and devotion in battle against the Absolute or something, people love a good story) would both win the people's favour and justify this complete unknown marrying the Archduke! There's definitely no tidier solution (don't look into it).

Consider: Gortash having a portrait of Durge somewhere where the party ends up seeing it, because he managed to coax, bribe or coerce them into sitting for it at some point and there's no point going to all that trouble and expense for a portrait if no one is ever going to see it and also he likes looking at it so sue him. It fulfills both my desire for the party to get a glimpse of pre-amnesia Durge that isn't just Evil Murdery Bhaalspawn and my desire for Gortash dragging Durge kicking and screaming into at least some parts of Respectable Noble Society!

[alilkathastrophe]

Dear future husband,

So, today, I decided to communicate with you through this page just so I can share with you my "life I had when I still don't have you" life in the future.

Spoiler alert: IT SUCKS

Ready for your very first story?

Earlier today, I just broke up with a guy I've been dating for 4 months. Yes, it was short, but those months changed me. It's really funny how one person can change/affect you even just for a short period of time. (I've had exes that lasted for years but didn't make a huge impact on my life. But this guy here did.)

I really was happy dating him. We're actually kinda opposite with each other. Our interests were different. Our humor is different. So I guess you know now why it didn't work out.

However, I've learned so much about myself when we're together. I've realized that I have a different/deeper side of me. I discovered a lot of things about me through him. He was able to inspire me to do past interests and hobbies that I've abandoned a long time ago. I've felt and experienced things that I have never experienced with my past relationships. I'm not sure if I can enumerate all, but let me share w/ you some of those:

I realized that I do love to write. When I was a kid, I used to have a diary where I write good & bad stuff about my day (obviously, 'cause that's what we do with diaries, lol). But idk why that stopped.

I missed reading books. I've been a fan of books/comics (special mention: W.I.T.C.H.) when I was still young. I used to always ask my parents to buy me one whenever we shop at NBS, and I also can't remember how I lost that passion.

NSFW: Sexual compatibility is so so sooooo important! I used to settle with ex-boyfs who I'm not sexually compatible with. Our sex life is so dry and boring, and that really affected the relationship. With him, I was able to comfortably open up whenever I want it, and lo and behold, we're always having a good time. I never felt shy when I do sexy/hot things with him. So I realized, yea, this is how it should've always been.

I forgot to be who I am. Growing up, I'm so used with adjusting myself for others. Not necessarily to fit in, but I try to like what they like, love what they love, just so I could understand them and forgot that we're all different and I have my own. Ever experienced the feeling where you're being asked to describe yourself, and you're standing there confused 'cause you don't know how? Because you don't know yourself? Because you have no idea who you really are?

IT'S NOW TIME TO SET AND FOLLOW MY STANDARDS AND BOUNDARIES. Well I always have standards ever since. The problem is, whenever I'm starting to like someone, I try to compromise my standards and boundaries just to be able to match with them. Note to self: never again 'cause this is how it always ends. I have compromised my boundaries for this guy just because I love him and I want this relationship with him.

a. I like high efforts; he shows me low (and I say that's fine. maybe he just doesn't have the time and money to do it)

b. I like being prioritized; he always put me last (and I say, that's okay 'cause I should support him with his dreams, and his world shouldn't revolve around me)

c. I like updates, even just the smallest ones; he makes a big deal out of it (and I say, that's alright. maybe he's just really not that kind of person)

annnddd, so many more.

BUT NO. Love doesn't work that way, and I know I deserve better.

I'm in pain right now 'cause I lost someone I loved. But, looking at the bright side, I'm taking this chance to love and be kinder to myself more.

I'm not really looking forward to meeting you yet. I'm not ready. It might take a while for me to be able to trust someone again. For now, I'm choosing to rediscover myself :)

Will you wait for me?

Love,

Kath

[blue-thief]

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[tsskyx]

(Before you start writing your response, please read the full thing. It may come off as confrontational at first, but then eases off. I do not want to fight, I am just confused.)

Their closeness doesn't matter because they are video game characters and will conform to whatever the game design needs them to. They don't matter because they are fictitious, and the game never calls attention to it, not even once.

I'll be honest, I have no idea what you're talking about here. Not even a single clue. What do you mean their closeness doesn't matter? What does being a fictional character have to do with whether or not they are close to each other? What does game design have to do with this? What do you mean they don't matter because they are fictional? You mean in relation to things that are real? I mean, that's obvious, of course that real things matter more, but that's not what this discussion is about. And also, what do you mean by "the game never calls any attention to it"? What is the grammatical object you're referring to by the "it" here?

On that note, the rest of this paragraph makes no sense to me either. "not every single piece of game design needs an in-universe explanation" seems like something someone would say in order to clap back at a perfectionist, even though that's not what I was getting at here at all, so what gives? As for you bringing up Toby avoiding the gender debate, he does that since he wants to avoid controversy, to avoid pouring gasoline into the fire so to speak, so I can only understand you choosing to interpret his silence in your favor as a disingenuous attempt at scoring a rhetorical win.

"They" can be a stand-in for ambiguous gender, and it most likely was anyways for Frisk at first, but at some point, the monsters have gotta learn the right pronouns and start applying them correctly; at some point, it stops being the case, and as I've shown in my first response, I think Flowey's line is a proof of this.

Moving onto your second paragraph, idk where you got the info that Chara wasn't in the underground for that long. We know it wasn't too brief for them and Asriel to remain strangers, but also not too long for Chara to properly integrate, granted. But that's also all the information we have, and deriving anything else from it is sketchy at best. Toriel's words from the alarm clock text can also be interpreted in a multitude of ways, and the canonicity of Deltarune in relation to Undertale is also debatable. (I personally completely separate the two. Call it coping or whatever, but until Toby explicitly says so, this will be my stance.)

It still wouldn't matter cause people use "they/them" on people they know all the time, even when they know their gender identity isn't nb, so it could just be the default for monsters.

Well, granted, this is something I've mentioned before, that the "third person plural" is definitely a thing, particularly in German and also my own native language, Czech (albeit highly archaic by now). However, to my knowledge, there's no instance of this happening in the game aside from Frisk.

As for your third paragraph, I am not familiar with any other RPGs, I am only talking about this single one. To suggest that I couldn't possibly understand Undertale because I don't know certain other outside things is... perhaps true, and I've tried to learn a bit more about other RPGs, but in all honesty, it just seems to me like with those, the concept itself is incredibly vague and usually not meta at all. (Certainly not as meta as in Undertale.)

This, plus the fact that UT is unconventional and tries to break many biases inherent to this game genre, is why I'm okay with not analyzing it on those terms and accept the possibility that other explanations for its elements could exist too. Simply put, it's still a contradiction to me. Either they are us, or they are not and have their own personhood, their own attributes, names, pronouns, etc. Any metaphor they might represent is just that, a metaphor, with no actual tangible effect on, or implications for, the in-game universe.

I'll agree on one thing, which is that certain things about these characters are inherently unknowable, because they are unstated. But that's a territory of headcanons, not factual debate. You can make up any info in that regard, and also project yourself onto those unknowable aspects. Both of those actions are valid. But again, only in regards to that which is canonically left unsaid. You can't change the canon, otherwise you're making an alternative universe.

Coincidentally, yeah, I agree that Frisk's skin belongs into the "headcanon" category, since I can't find any canon evidence that they're actually dark-skinned specifically. (Though again, it is a neat headcanon. For example, I chose to give Frisk in my story a distinctly uncommon skin color for where they come from.)

About the fourth paragraph, I actually completely agree with that. That's exactly what I meant. I thought you meant the exact opposite of this. The point is, I separate the meta from the story itself, since I find the two incompatible with each other. And for that same reason, I cannot for example headcanon Chara as a mere stand-in for some player metaphor. I do not doubt that that's what they represent from a Doylist perspective (in the no mercy route specifically), but the representation is not canon to me; it doesn't impact the story in any way under my interpretation of the canon.

Okay, final paragraph. I... dunno what to say, honestly. I especially dunno why you came to me with it specifically, since I cannot really help you in any way. If someone's bothering you, then just ignore them, simple as that. As long as you don't stir up any trouble yourself, then all is good. Peace and love on the planet earth and all that. I may disagree with you on thinking of Kris as a "he", but I wouldn't want to chop your head off over it or anything.

I just want you to know that I personally think that Susie using "they" for Kris does matter canonically, that it is indicative of their true pronouns, and dismissing it on the basis of "game design" or "the meta" or "I just wanna project myself onto this character more authentically / it's easier for me" is factually incorrect, and especially trying to claim the author's intention for yourself, as standing up for your personal values and no one else's, is low, like, really really low.

(P.s., "Susie and Kris are close friends && Susie is using they/them for Kris => Kris is they/them" seems entirely common-sense to me. If a character says something new, I interpret it as part of the lore, unless I have a reason to doubt they're lying or are ignorant or something. Sometimes, even a minor off-the-cuff fact can completely flip the whole script around. I've had a few moments like this myself with UT's lore, particularly regarding monster biology, soul magic, the save power, etc. And yes, it was very difficult for me, accepting these new insights as facts instead of simply dismissing them. When you're emotionally invested in something, it is entirely natural to be critical of things that contradict it, even if doing so seems illogical to an outsider. I don't blame you for this, but do try to look at it from a distance occasionally. Some of your arguments were a bit subpar due to your personal biases, so I think a little perspective might improve your dialectical skills. Just a little advice from your local UT theorist!)

Hi, I've read your post regarding the interpretive gender of Kris, Frisk, and Chara, and I really love those posts. It helps remind me I'm not alone in think ling their genderis up to interpretation. But after seeing some recent reblogs. I was kinda worried that you don't believe that anymore, and I'm here to ask if you still do.

Well, after I reviewed all the evidence, I came to the conclusion that Kris and Chara are canonically they/them, while Frisk's pronouns are unknown. However, it is a nice and fitting headcanon that they too are they/them, imo.

It also is debatable whether, at the very end of the game, the others are already familiar enough with Frisk that they're no longer using they/them as a polite generic pronoun and rather as Frisk's personal pronoun. (And since Frisk never told Asriel their pronouns, only their name, I don't necessarily consider this to be the case yet.)

That said...

Depending on where in the timeline this line fits and how close of a friend Flowey is to Frisk at this point, it could be considered a confirmation.