#anyway i'm not going to force it out of me or anything. i;m content just showing off my headguys as dolls and studying them and dissecting

[donnyclaws]

I'm gonna be real I have no clue how I'd ever post Tiger crawl home, it's so atypical compared to the way I write now. Like new stories I'm so clearheaded about what parts characters serve in the narrative, I know what I want to say, even if it's something more freeform like my stuff with Leopard which is contained and has a purpose in my mind. Tiger Crawl home as a story and not just a headworld exists as years of script like snippets I can't post without feeling like I'm having a public vivisection. Like it's easy to write complex characters when you are Writing them with purpose.

Tiger Crawl home isn't like that, these guys are like an insane pseudo mirror of my life via the way of untreated mega mental illness and schemas and abused kid delusions ages 14 to 22. Like this is the kind of story that I feel like can only exist in some weird 62 hour long visual novel with zero payoff but it alters your life somehow. Saying it has arcs is generous, I will write 8 page half script half summaries about how Damian is avoidant of homes and owns virtually nothing, how they choose concrete basements to rest in because it reminds them of cages, and it's a reason to never become comfortable, and why, and how, and how it changes over time but stays the same and how it effects those around you to come and go like a stray cat, hissing, disappearing and purring and staying in the same breath. Obviously I'm being so self indulgent in combining all my passions in clothing, design, themes and creatures in here, I put plenty in here just because I think it's cool and fun but the writing itself only exists as like agonizingly slow crawls through suicide attempts and relationship dynamics that might not ever get to a truly healthy and clean place. It means the world to me, I don't know how to actually show it raw to anyone though.

[luvyeni]

Hi omg I LOVED ur perv jisung fics! I was wondering if u could do one where he tries out different stuff with his partner bc um corruption kink? ... it's up to you if ur comfy or not with it tho! <3

LOLLIPOP; PARK JISUNG

pairings. pervbf!jisung x fem!reader

wc. 1.1k

warnings. corruption kink, oral (m. recieving), hand job, facial, reader has a oral fixation

i hope you like it 💓 !

jisung teaching you something new after seeing you eating a lollipop.

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jisung was losing all restraints, as he watched you, your eyes stared down at your phone as you sat on the couch sucking on a lollipop.

he so desperately wanted to take that lollipop out your mouth, and replace it with his cock, fucking your face until he shot his load all over your plump lips.

he knew it was wrong, to think so inappropriately about his sweet girlfriend when you weren't doing anything wrong to provoke him, but he couldn't help it, everytime you moved the candy out your mouth, his cock got harder and harder.

he couldn't take it anymore, sitting down next to you. "baby." you turned your head, sweet innocence eyes bright; mouth stuffed, lips red from the sweet treat , sending jisung's mind into a even bigger spiral. "yes ji?" you were killing him...

"come." he patted his lap, you smiled, crawling into his lap. you wrapped your arms around his neck, lollipop still in your mouth. "is it good?" he held the stick of the candy.

"mhm, it's cherry." you were cute, so unaware that your boyfriend wanted to see you all teary eyed while he forced his cock down your throat.

"you want one?" he shook his head decline, "i'm fine love." he slowly moved the lollipop in and out of your mouth. "fuck." he cursed under his breath, watching you just take it with a smile, you definitely had a undiscovered oral fixation that you hadn't figured out yet, he was about to help you discover it.

"j...jisung, you're-" you pointed down to his pants. "hard? yes baby, im hard." he sighed as you began to grind down on it. "i..is this okay?" fuck of course it was okay, his girlfriend grinding her cute pussy against his hard cock, he could could do this until he cums, but he wants something else... he wants you on your knees, doing exactly what you were doing to that lollipop.

"baby, you know i love when we do this, but i want to try something else." you cocked your head to the side. "do you want to do the other thing?" you said shyly, he chuckled, cupping your cheek with one of his handa.

"no baby, something else." he used his other, pulling the lollipop out of your mouth, you whined, making his cock swell and his suspicions about your undiscovered kink even more believable.

"do you love me baby?" he moved his thumb across your bottom lip. "you know i do sungie, very much." he smiled. "then be a good girl and trust me okay?" you nodded, and he tapped the bottom of your lip.

"open up for me baby." his eyes grew sharp and dark as you slowly opened your mouth, letting him slowly push his thumb in. "that's it, good girl, now suck." you closed around his thumb, sucking on, closing your eyes sighing in content.

"princess, do you like sucking on my thumb like that?" he had to restrain himself from pushing his thumb as far as it could go down your throat, you definitely had a oral fixation. "mhm." he groaned, pulling his thumb out of your mouth, smirking when you moaned, eyes glosses over.

"baby let's try something else." he said. "get on your knees for me baby." you were confused, he could tell, but you listened to him anyway. "why am i down here?"

"because i'm gonn teach you something new." he cupped your cheek again. "i'm gonna teach you how to suck my cock." he said so bluntly. "you're gonna let me teach you?" you nodded, so compliant, willing to do whatever he asked, even if that was allowing him to cum on your face.

"good fucking girl."

he sat back, opening his legs, letting you slot yourself in between them. "unbuckle my jeans princess." you nervously grabbed his buckle of his jeans, pulling them down just enough, looking at him for the next instructions.

"good job, now take it angel, take my cock out for me." you followed instructions, pulling out his hard cock, holding it in your hand, he was about to cum like a virgin having his first time.

"good baby, good, now slowly move your hand up and down." he bit his lip, throwing his head against the couch as your hand started to move. "f...fuck."

"am i doing a good job?" he looked down, almost shooting his load all over your hand, your eyes blinking up at him, so innocent compared to what you were doing.

"yes you are baby, let's try something else though, spit on it, spit on my cock angel." you gathered spit in your mouth, letting it fall out of your mouth on to his bright red tip.

"o...oh fuck, baby yes, keep moving your hand up and down." he gathered all your hair into a makeshift ponytail. "i want you to try and take my cock okay? don't try and take all of baby, i know it's too big for your little mouth."

he took the base of cock out of your hand, guiding it to your lips, tapping his red tip on your red matching lips from the lollipop. "open up princess." you opened your mouth, and he guiding his cock into your mouth.

"mmh fuck! your little mouth feels so good, try and take some more." he pushed your head down a little more, his cock hitting the back of your throat making you gag. "breath through your nose love." he held your hair, maneuvering it up and down on his cock.

jisung was barely holding it together from fucking your throat, maybe next time. "now grab what you can't fit, and jerk me off." he let your hair go, so you could do it by yourself. "yeahhh, just like that." he groaned. "watch your teeth."

he looked down, his hip slightly bucking up at the sight he so desperately wanted to see from the very beginning, your tear stained mascara ruined eyes, fucked out from gagging on his cock.

"oh fuck! fuck im gonna cum, nghh!" he pulled you off, hold your lips close against his cock as he jerked his cock off until cum spurted out of his tip, landing on your lips, some getting on your cheek and eyes.

"shit." he tapped his tip on your lips. "did it feel good sungie?" your voice horse from the abuse on your throat.

he looked down at your fucked out, cum-stained face. "it felt so fucking good." he pulled out his phone, taking a few photos for later.

"you look so pretty with cum on your face."

©️LUVYENI

[fertilize-my-eggs]

Three virgin losers part two

Dabi x chubby fem reader x shigaraki noncon smut

part one

A/N: it's just shigaraki and reader having rough sex, if you didn't read part one, it'll make sense, this is only two chapters, I don't have any ideas after this one so I'm sorry. Anyway enjoy this one😜 [ DNI: Minors, ageless or anti blogs stay away 18+ content. ]

Warning: rough sex + bit of threats + scummy creepy shiggy + creampies + forced pregnancy + yandere + No aftercare.

" shigaraki please I-... " The heavy thick meaty cock taps your chubby mount, the mushroom tip is cover with blood and pre-cum.

You stare at dabi for help, he's wasn't moving or looking back at you.

" sweet y/n~. " you felt his hand on your chin as he tilted your face towards him.

" eyes on me, I don't like how you're getting distracted. " shigaraki learn in to kiss your soft lips, you didn't respond.

He's let out deep raspy growls, his narrow hips rolls back and front making a quite delicious friction.

You whimper, you're feeling hot and bother that you hate feeling like this… hate that he turn you on so much, your own boss is going to take a advantage of you.

" begged for me.. beg for daddy to rape you, I want you to say it. " he's grab your neck, choking you a bit.

" if you don't beg for daddy, you will get disintegrate by these deadly hands think carefully little one. "

Tomura can felt your throat move fast as you start to sweat, feeling the heat all over your body.

You're thinking about it, tomura wouldn't do it.

" Tick tock you're running out of time player two, you don't want a game over. " you see his pinky finger dangerously wiggly close to your neck.

" please daddy…. " tomura rise his brow waiting as he pause his pinky.

You grab his wrist as you stare at him.

" please fuck m-.. "

" Nuh uh be a good fucktoy and say it. " his smile grow more sinister as he toys with you.

You whimper as you squirm but tomura has his other hand pin your hips down on the bed.

" please daddy… please rape me." He shake you a bit.

" and I want you to say; “ daddy fill me up with your nasty gross cum inside me, breed me like a whore.” do it pet. " tomura make a mocking tone trying to mimic your voice, you scrunch your nose as you pout at him.

" daddy please fill me up… with your nasty gross cum inside me… breed me like a whore. " tomura lean in to kiss you passionately.

" see it wasn't so hard darling. " you felt humiliated and shameful.

You felt the large bulbous tip at your entrance, rubbing up and down at a slow pace.

You're waiting for the impact, you know it's worst look at dabi just lifeless next to you.

You hear some snores coming from him at least he's alive.

You scream louder, feeling yourself getting rip to shreds as you feel his head penetrate your hymen, the stretch is unbearable.

You start to tear up, the salt tears coming down as shigaraki fully thrust his hip in.

You felt his pubic bones touch your mount, small rolls of his hips going in and out.

He's roughly push your thick thighs to your chest area, he started pounding hard into you.

You felt your body being roll into a ball as tomura was doing the work, moving his hips at a fast pace.

You couldn't say anything, your brain turns into mush as you start calling his name like a pray.

" ahh~!! Fuccckk… shiga-.. " he's slap your ass cheeks as he look into your eyes.

" dadddyyy… ahhh. " he's smirk at you as he roll his hips in a circular motion.

" that's better.. tell daddy how's much you love this cock inside of you? " he slow his motion as you cry out.

" I-... " You bite your lip as you feel your moans are coming out, he's wasn't tired after he's just had sex with dabi and you.

" I love your cock so~... Auhhh mush' m' good daddy. " you couldn't form any sentences as he goes harder and faster into your tight little cunt.

" such… a… good… fucking… girl~." Your eyes rolled back as tomura slammed inside of you each time he speak.

" Taking me so well slut. " he lean towards you as he start to kiss and bite your neck.

" you're mine… you hear me, both you and dabi are mine. You belong to your master."

He moved away to stare at you with intense lustful red eyes.

" my beautiful horny sluts, I'll keep giving you my seed, I-.. " he's groan out, you feel his throbbing cock sliding your walls.

" I should of make dabi focus you to get pregnant too. " His manic eyes wided as he bite his scarred lips.

" yeah.. that a better idea let's see if who gets to impregnates you first. " he tilt his head towards a sleepy dabi.

" whenever he wakes up but I'll keep cumming inside of you when he wakes up. " shigaraki start to laugh like a mad man as push your thighs down.

" just imagine who's will be the better daddy, our little spawns ranning around creating destruction. Mhuaghhh fuck~!! Think of little yous, mes and dabi's… " your boss start to rambling and giggling like a school girl talking about their crushes but you're terrified of thinking about it.

You're not even on birth control, you didn't think you'll need it because you're a villain but you never thought your boss would do that.

Judging by your body language, tomura smirk more.

He's pin your arms down as he lean in.

" you don't like that… your mind telling me no but your body is telling a different story. " he's groan out loud.

" I can feel your cunny tight up whenever I talk about breeding you, you like that don't you little girl? " you hate that you're enjoying this, you hate that your body has mind of it own as you feel your wall twitch and tight around his girthy cock.

" see you do enjoy this~!! Fuck don't worry I'll give you everything. " tomura lean away as he grab your thighs and throw it over his lean shoulders.

He goes even at faster pace, the bed was shaking up, your body was shaking uncontrollably.

Your head on the pillow as you scream louder, your moans and high pitched squeaks echo the room.

Tomura give one harsh slammed into you. As you feel the hot heavy creamy liquid fill you up.

The feeling warms your belly up as you sigh heavy, your dopy eyelid stare at shigaraki.

He rolled his hips slowing down as he grinds his pubic bones on your already sensitive clit.

Your body twitch as you mewl in pleasure.

Tomura finally removed himself off of you, you hear the loud squash sound as he sighs softly.

Shigaraki get up to get his phone, he come towards you as he move the camera close to your abuse hole.

The hole was gushing out a pinkish hue as his cum was coming out.

He slid his finger back inside your hole as you sob.

" gotta keep that inside, you don't want your babies leaving your nasty cunt. " you feel shame all over, you feel so humiliated as your body shakes up.

Tomura stop the record button as he finally lay down, start to cuddle you as he whispered unsettling things like how he want to keep you lock in his room so he and dabi can have sex with you more.

He wants a new life, a new creation of his own.

One that so perfect that the child will have the best quirk.

Shigaraki lean in to kiss you softly as he sighs.

" you and dabi belong to me."

[carbondioxidewater]

hello >_< part 2 hihi

I apologize in advance, I got a little carried away lmao. hope this is still somewhat enjoyable, as I said, I'm not familiar with writing smut. 🌸🌷

warnings: nsfw, eren x fem!reader, age gap, slightly obsessive/possesive eren?, slight stalking, fingering, oral (m! & f!receiving), belly bulge, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, feelings involved (🤮)

word count: 7K

Senses (Pt. 2)

The next day you woke up with instant regret. You felt embarassed at your acts the night before, you weren't really yourself and you did not know why, you were confused of that unknown and unrecognizable side of yours. You did not dare to leave your room until you heard the front door close, meaning your two visitors left.

You went straight into the kitchen and drank a cold glass of water, the room reminding you of how you were bent over the window seat a few hours ago. But why were you feeling some type of excitement in your stomach?

No no no, shut down those feelings, you thought to yourself when you felt your core throbbing.

You took your phone into your hand and called your friends, telling them everything about last night and hoping they would judge you so much that you would never dare to speak to Eren again, because you knew something inside of you was aching for his touch and you were not liking it, or so you pretended.

Much to your dismay though, your friends squealed in excitement and asked you for all the details.

"I told you you just needed the right person, all the others were just big ass losers, unable to make you cum properly. This Eren apparently knows how to do it." your friend cheered.

Deep down you were kind of relieved that they were rooting for you, not wanting to let go of this fresh, exciting self-discovery that you wanted to explore further.

"I still have doubts though, I mean he's so young. He probably only wants to get me in bed too." you were concerned.

"But isn't that what you want? You don't want anything serious anyways, do you?" your other friend asked.

"Of course not, I've had enough of that. But is it really okay for me to go after it? I feel like I'm using him for his body."

"And he isn't?"

"Yes, but I'm the older one, the mature one. I shouldn't lust after someone younger, I should know better, act better. Also, he's in a whole another phase of life. I don't know, I just feel weird." you admitted, but your friends quickly talked you out of it.

"At the end of the day, he is a grown up too. Plus, he isn't even that young, but I know what you mean. If you feel so uncomfortable, then don't do it. But keep in mind that he knows what he does. He knows you were the stepmom of his best friend, and he still goes after it. He isn't innocent."

You thought about her words before responding.

"Yeah, I don't know..."

"And didn't it feel good? Wasn't he forcing you to look at the moon? That's so intense." she asked and your face turned red at the thought of it.

"Ugh, it did! It felt amazing, I can't even put it into words-..I've just never felt something like this. I never had someone to eat me out, and in complete silence at that! And his tongue! Oh my god-" you enthusiastically exclaimed, not noticing how you were basically worshipping Eren and you couldn't see it, but at the end of the lines, your friends were smiling to themselves.

"See? You want it, he wants it...Just do what you want and don't overthink too much." they declared and left you indecisive.

"I guess...Let's wait and see." you figured, kind of aware of the fact that they probably didn't have the best influence on you.

"Ahhhh, I want to see what he looks like so bad. I'm sure he is a sight, by the way you described him." your friend wondered.

"I don't have a picture unfortunately, but I can guarantee you he is."

"Doesn't he have any socials?" they further questioned, but you couldn't tell.

"I don't know, I don't even know his last name..." you admitted, wondering if you ever even knew or if you simply forgot about it.

A few days later, you were working in your office as usual, bringing around your new design of a closet and leaving work on time. You were one of the top employees, always hard-working and had long years of service behind you, which, together with your charisma and charming beauty, contributed to your promotion as the co-CEO plus your newly found selection as the face of the company. You didn't know what you were getting yourself into when your colleagues voted for you as the poster girl, but apparently it was just some upcoming photoshoot to advertise your business. Easy.

Heading home, you texted your friends when suddenly someone bumped into you. You looked up and, to your shock, it was Eren.

"Oops, sorry." he said, looked down at you, his lips slightly parted, and continued his way.

???

Did he just ignore you? He definitely recognized you. Turning around to take a look at him, you realized he didn't even bother to look back to you, casually walking down the street while your gaze spiked his back.

You were confused. And even more when you started having dirty dreams with him as the protagonist, waking up aroused almost every morning at this point. What was it with him that didn't let you go?

You knew obviously, but you didn't want to obsess over it, especially since he apparently didn't think much of it himself, considering he ignored you as if you were nothing to him. That's why you didn't even tell your friends about this small incident.

The next time you saw him was after work again, sitting in the metro and working on your laptop, you didn't notice him sitting right in front of you and staring at you in silence while your eyes were on your screen.

You never noticed when he was sitting to your opposite, literally staring holes into you as he enjoyed your concentrated expression. He's been doing it for a while already and now that he got a taste of your sweet little pussy, he just can't stop scanning your thighs, your stretching, semi-transparent tights testing his self-control.

He always got up before your station, moving to the other end of the train and waiting for you to hop off before following you on your way home, making sure you'd be safe.

Only this time, you exceptionally looked up from your screen, his smirking self already looking at you while his arm was around the shoulders of the girl next to him. Your heart dropped to your feet and started beating uncontrollably the very next second, eyes taking a quick glance at the foreign girl who seemed to be too distracted by her phone to witness Eren's obtrusive behaviour, before looking down your screen again.

You couldn't concentrate though, too furious at the bold male who didn't stop ogling you until you almost missed your station, hastily exiting this uncomfortable encounter.

Eren excused himself, leaving the girl on the train on her own and quickly following you.

He called your name but you didn't stop, you're a grown woman and didn't have time for such trivial games.

"Hey-.." he ran up to you and you thought he would say anything to clear up this whole situation, but instead he asked for something else.

"Can you give that to Miles? You'll see him today, won't you? Didn't have time to drop it off myself, I've been pretty busy..." he handed you a small package and scratched behind his ear.

Does he really pretend as if nothing happened between the two of you?

You decided to play along, smiling broadly up at him.

"Sure, leave it to me."

And with that, you parted ways, calling your friends as soon as you arrived at home and updating them, deciding to give a lucky guy a chance to take you out tonight to get Eren out of your mind once and for all.

You responded to one of your many devotees, meeting him at the bar after turning down his offer to pick you up, you didn't want him to know where you live.

Arriving at your destination, you sat down the bar waiting for your date to approach you any second. After good 15 minutes, you already ordered a drink and drank on it, someone finally came up to you, but it wasn't the man you were expecting.

"What a naughty little girl, meeting up with other guys after you got intimate with someone else not too long ago." Eren's voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you choked on your drink.

"I'm not the only one, am I?" you emphasized the last part and met his gaze. Eren tried to surpress a smile.

"What are you doing here and how do you even know? Don't tell me you're jealous?" you snorted and he brought light into the dark.

"Miles told me." he briefly explained, leaving much room for interpretation, but you didn't care.

"Uh-huh." you said and took another sip of your drink, trying to be as calm as possible about his sudden appearance.

"Well, as you already know I'm waiting for someone, so could you please get out of my way?" you requested, annoyed, but he obviously wouldn't do you the favor.

"I could, but you're waiting for nothing. He won't come, I took care of that." he pointed to the corner of the bar and you followed his fingers, seeing your date sitting and talking to another woman.

You sighed.

"What do you want from me, Eren? The train has already left." you declared, telling him that it's too late and his time is over.

"You think so?" he teasingly asked, coming closer to you and making you nervous. His gaze traveled to your trembling hands, face not stopping to move forward until it was next to yours.

"See, your hands are shaking..." he whispered into your ear now, stating the obvious. His lips were just inches away from your skin.

You took in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Eren's aftershave and slowly growing impatient. His scent...it reminded you of that night.

Just touch me already, you thought, but you'd never say it out loud, not wanting to give in so easily. You didn't know if the alcohol in your body contributed to the desperation you felt, but you were definitely still sober and clear to your senses.

And suddenly, his lips were on your neck, roughly moving over the skin and gently biting at it, causing you to catch your breath in shock. You let out a small whimper you couldn't suppress, hoping that he didn't hear it, but he did. His hands traveled down your waist and held you steady and, without thinking, you moved your body towards his, aggressively grasping his shirt and pulling him closer. He let go of you and chuckled.

"The train has left, huh?" he devilishly grinned and you were embarrassed that your body betrayed you like that. You didn't know what to say or do so you tried to stand up and leave but Eren didn't let you.

"Let me go, I don't have the time or energy to deal with your games. Go back to whoever wants to be played by you." you expressed and pushed him by his abdomen, your fingers tingling at the sensation of his hard abs against your hand.

He stopped you by your wrist, tugging you back, spine against the counter as he placed both arms beside you, caging you in between so you couldn't escape.

"Eren, we're in public, don't make a scene." you looked around in embarassment, but no one seemed to care about the two of you.

"I'm disappointed in you." he pronounced.

"Oh, you're disappointed? Interesting." you scoffed.

"I'm not playing any games with you."

"That didn't seem to be the case earlier." you spat out, crossing your arms and looking to the side.

"You mean my cousin?" he beamed and you turned your head, eyes widening in surprise. You felt some kind of relief, but then you got a flashback.

"The way you put your arms around her is pretty unusual for cousins..." you narrowed your eyes and he chuckled lightly.

"Do you know how jealous you sound?" he smiled and you furrowed your brows.

"I did it on purpose, to get a reaction out of you. I already broke off contact with every girl long time ago." he guaranteed but you didn't know if you could believe him.

"Pretty immature if you ask me." you just professed. He laughed quietly.

When Eren was sure enough you wouldn't leave, he let go of the counter.

"You know, you hurt me too when you didn't even want to see me the morning after our nightly session." the guy proclaimed and you turned red, not knowing that it was such a big deal to him.

But it was. You didn't know it, but you were making him extremely nervous. Being near you drives him crazy and being not even more. He truly felt hurt, and he wanted to see if you'd feel that way too, he wanted to punish you for making him feel this way. It reminded him of the time when you weren't taking him serious, and he didn't like that at all. But he couldn't stay mad at you, he wanted to be the only one for you and he panicked when Miles asked him to come over because you weren't there.

"That was immature too, don't you think?" he wondered and you agreed. You criticized his childish behaviour, but you weren't any better. You were on the same page actually.

"I'm sorry." you apologized, head turning down in shame.

"Don't be." his deep voice mumbled. He took your chin in his hand and raised your head up.

"I can tell you not to worry, but I'd rather show you." he said before kissing your lips softly, and you let him.

It's just sex, you thought to yourself, rejecting all of your doubts and allowing him to touch on you.

"Show me then." you weakly let out and he caressed your hair.

"No." he announced and it left you confused.

"You had a drink." he unfolded and you tried explaining that you weren't under any influence.

"I just had one drink, I'm pretty much sober."

"If I'm having you, I'm having you with a clear mind." he clarified and you were getting the hots at his consideration.

He dropped you off at home, not accompanying you because Miles was there. You thanked him for driving you, but you probably should've thanked him for preventing you from making a mistake and meet someone else too.

You didn't know yet that you slowly started to grow true feelings for Eren.

The next day you woke up from a dream, a dream about Eren again. You wondered when the time came that you'd finally feel him inside of you but to your delight, it would come sooner than you imagined.

Miles left early in the morning, meaning you had your apartment for yourself again. You went to work, clueless to all the things that would await you that day. Bluebells were sent to your office every hour, each of them containing a small message with a single letter on it and when you collected every letter after the whole shift, it formed one word:

Tonight.

It beared Eren's trademark and you grew excited at this sweet, adventurous action. No one before him put so much effort into their gestures and you were practically on cloud nine, looking forward to whatever Eren has planned for you.

After work, you hurried home so you could take a long all-in-one shower to be fresh and clean. After shaving and applying lotion to your whole body, you put on your best set of lingerie, a sexy black lace corset and matching panties, over it you wore a tight black lace dress.

Furthermore, you put a few strands of hair up in a black ribbon, put on your favourite silver jewelry and lastly, put on some make-up and painted your finger- and toenails, also of black colour of course. When you were done with everything, it took you hours and you had to re-do a few of your fingernails because you accidentally smudged them, it was almost 10pm.

You were growing more and more excited the more time went by and you were just about to tell your friends about it when it ringed on the door already.

You opened it and Eren walked up the stairs. What felt like an eternity were just a few seconds in reality, but when he finally arrived at your floor, you wanted nothing more than to jump onto him.

Eren was wearing a tight black turtleneck pullover that was flattering his biceps and black suit pants. His hair was tied up in his usual man-bun and he was wearing a silver chain necklace, bracelet, dangle earrings and a few rings. You've never seen so many accessoires on him but hell did it look sexy, you almost drooled.

Eren too was taken aback by your appearance, standing there in utter shock for a few seconds, processing the goddess, as he thought, before him. The way you dressed up specifically for him didn't go unnoticed by him and he felt like crying tears of joy at the sight of you. He never thought you could make him forget about his now uninteresting fantasies with just one glance, who needed fake scenarios anyways when you were right in front of him, looking like the sweetest, most beautiful angel in heaven. And the fact that you were doing all this for him made his heart pound uncontrollably in his chest.

"Whoa..." he was searching for words but there were none that could describe his adoration for you.

"You look heavenly." he came up with and wasn't satisfied with his choice of words, still not moving his body until you asked him to come in. You gave him the sweetest smile and complimented him back, although you were low-key with your words.

"You look handsome as well." you told him and you were sure the hearts that formed in your eyes were visible. Eren cleared his throat and drew out the flowers from behind his back, roses this time, giving them to you before showing you the small bag in his other hand.

"I know bluebells are your favourites, but I figured you probably have enough of them."

You weren't any less happy about the roses, taking them from his hands, yours briefly touching his and making you both twitch a little, and taking in their smell.

"Thank you so much, Eren." you thanked, closing your eyes while sniffling them.

"I hope you didn't spend too much money on me." you felt guilty.

"There is no 'too much' when it comes to you." he confessed and you blushed at his comment.

"I brought some...fruits...strawberries...they're apparently aphrodisiacs..." he let you know, even though he was certainly not needing any help with getting his cock up, already being rock hard under his pants for you for years.

"Oh, I see, maybe we can prepare something with them in the kitchen." you suggested and you two went into said room.

But when you were there, so close to each other, not able to stop yourselves from seeking each others' touches, the strawberries were long forgotten. Unable to keep your eyes and hands off of each other, it only took you two one last straw, that being Eren's crotch pushing against your ass, to drop your plans and head straight into the candlelit bedroom.

Eren picked you up and threw you onto the bed, impatiently ripping off your dress, holding your corset around the waist while mustering you up and down and growing even harder.

"You're so fucking hot, just looking at you feels like a sin." he worshipped you and it fucking turned you on. You've never felt this treasured.

He held you like this for a while, his fingers wandering over the fabric before pressing down his hands on you, slowly moving them up, passing your tummy and finally stopping to wildly massage your breasts. Simultaneously, he started smooching your neck passionately, leaving a few marks. You leaned forward at his touch, holding your breath and enjoying his kneading skills.

He then started to put his body weight on yours, slowly grinding himself against your covered clit, stimulating the both of you even further while continuing his former movements.

At some point, his hand went underneath your tight corset, playing with your bare tits for a while before taking off the whole piece, admiring your topless appearance before appreciating them with his mouth. His hands were placed behind your back, holding onto your shoulders to hold the both of you stable. His lips gracefully nibbled on your now hard nipples, luring out a heavy moan that you tried to suppress for too long.

"That's it, don't keep your cute noises to yourself, sweetheart." he said and went down your core. He kissed over the fabric, then grazed over it with his fingers, hitting it a few times with two of them. He pulled down your panties and was pleased with the sight.

"So eager for me, aren't we?" he teased and you couldn't even answer, patiently waiting for him to touch you in any way.

He saw the desperation in your eyes and didn't let you wait any longer, instantly licking at your clit and fingers playing with your folds. Your toes were curling at the sensation of this godly tongue you were feeling again, wishing you would feel it clashing with your own at that.

He licked over your folds now, sucking in your sensitive skin and brushing it with his teeth from time to time, the bony fangs giving you small shocks. His mouth was wide open while he was devouring you, hungry for more and preparing your first orgasm that night, and it came pretty soon. He used one of his digits to widen your hole, sending in another one until you were eventually stuffed with three of his pretty fingers, cumming around him in an instant and whining in pleasure.

You were practically feeding him with your juice as he took you through your release, licking up every single drop of your essence and swallowing it in pride.

He was slowly running hot which is why he took off his shirt. His eight-pack was fully visible to you now and looked unbelievably inviting in the warm and bright colours of the candles in your room. Before you could even think twice, your lips were already on his muscles, going further down with every little peck. They felt like steel, but maybe that was just because Eren was stiffening his muscles at the sudden feeling of your mouth against his skin.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." Eren voiced, knowing that you were about to give him head. He obviously wanted this, the thought of it alone was re-playing in his head non-stop. But he didn't want to take the focus off of you, in the end, all he ever wanted was to satisfy your needs. You shouldn't have to get dirty.

"I want to get a taste of you, too." you expressed and he was turning into a red, flustered mess.

You unbuckled his pants, ready to see what was expecting you, and pulled them down, his boxers stretching around the big silhouette of his shaft. You could already see he was massive, and it was thrilling you. Eren observed you sharply, his cock pulsating at your sudden touch. You rubbed the clothed erection for a while, then finally pulling down the boxers, his member jumping out and dangling from his body.

You stood there in amazement of his big girth, it was long, thick and veiny, already leaking a good amount of precum. It was really pretty though, as far as dicks can be pretty, but Eren's really was. The tip was pink and soft-looking and you were dying to suck on his balls. The only thing that was unsettling you was the question if he even fitted inside you. But that would be a problem for later.

You started your own way, groping over it, squeezing it between your fingers and going up and down his outstanding length. Eren inhaled deeply and on that occasion, you tenderly kissed the tip, cleaning it from the precum and starting to take it into your mouth. Eren struggled to hold himself back, concentrating so he wouldn't cum in an instant because your mouth around his tip alone almost made him.

When you licked your way down his dick, taking in more and more while doing so, then taking it out of your mouth completely to capture his heavy sacks in it instead, he swore to himself that he would thank you endlessly after it. Your careful approach that turned into a rapid back-and-forth movement shortly afterwards made him lose control.

"Shit, your mouth looks so good around my cock. It simply belongs there." Eren hissed and you got chills.

Knees on the mattress and his body leaning back, he roughly gripped you by your hair and started aggressively face-fucking you. He pushed his head back in pleasure, taking your mouth as he pleased while working up his own high. Your little chokes around him made him even go faster, not without making sure you were alright with it though. Before he came undone, he pulled out of you. He wasn't planning on coming already, not before he didn't make you cum at least three times.

"Fuck, I'd love to cum all over your pretty face now, but we have to save that for another time." he said when he saw your drooling mouth.

Eren forcefully pushed you down the bed next. He stroked your clit once again to prepare you for his girth, planting a small kiss on top of it before asking you the question.

"Are you ready?" he made sure, slapping his tip at your clit a few times and drawing it through your folds. You nodded in excitement.

"Alright..." he said and pushed himself inside.

The stretch was big, but he moved slowly and gently, giving you enough time to adjust to his thick length that was penetrating you, even though he would rather want to fuck you relentlessly. He would never do something that would hurt you or that wouldn't give you the absolute best feeling, so he was very patient, very loving and very sweet to you, always asking you if you were okay everytime he pushed himself in a little more.

"Oh fuck, are you tight. Gotta focus so I don't spill my seed into you right away."

"There you go, just look at how good you're taking me, princess, you're feeling so amazing." he groaned, torturing himself by ignoring his aching member.

When you finally gave him the permission to move freely, he kept a consistent and slow pace, rolling his hips steadily and watching your reactions.

You were drowning in pleasure, his tip hitting all your best spots, spots you didn't even know existed until now, and it felt ethereal to have his full entirety fill you like a stuffed animal.

You both made eye contact during the whole act, his eyes never ever leaving yours, even when you averted yours to roll them in pleasure. He continued rubbing your clit and then changed his pace. He wanted to see all your reactions, wanted to see what he had to do to make you act a certain way, and what kinds you preferred.

His thrusts were slower but harder now, violently ramming into you, then pausing for a second. This way, he was bringing all his passion, all his strength into one thrust at a time, intensifying your pleasure.

"Oh g-god Eren, d-don't st-stop~" you moaned, your voice making his dick twitch inside of you and your legs clutching his torso, bringing him nearer to you so you could embrace his neck with your arms. He felt how your pussy was milking him, looking down to see a thick ring of your cream around his genitals.

"God, you're driving me crazy." he groaned out loud, giving you a long kiss on the lips.

"I'm gonna make you feel good now, princess." he announced and changed his pace again, thrusting at an enourmous speed and feeling how your walls clenched around him even more, fucking you through your second orgasm.

You were caught off guard by the sudden speed, screaming in pleasure and calling out his name countless times which was making him go insane, quickly pulling out of you because he couldn't prevent his own release anymore. He emptied himself on your stomach, the sight of it making you wonder how his warm liquid would feel inside of you.

"Fuckkk...couldn't even hold back anymore with how you squealed my name." were his exact words.

You dipped your fingers in his fluid and used them to paint it over your body, taking them into your mouth right after while meeting his gaze and tasting the white paste. He immediately grew hard again, taking you up and turning you around on all fours, knees and hands on the mattress as he started to fuck you from behind. He towered over you, placing his hand on your lower tummy and applying pressure on it, holding you still like this while his other hand supported him in his new position.

"I-I'm cl-..close, Eren." you sobbed, tears in your eyes and laying your hand over his on your belly.

His balls slapped strongly against your clit and it didn't take long for you to cum again.

You thought you'd have some time to recover from your high, but Eren was animalistic at this point and switched positions again, pressing you down on the mattress, face buried into the pillows, and mercilessly ravishing you. His hands were placed next to your waist and his abdomen was rubbing against your butt while thoroughly infiltrating you, lifting up your lower body in the end, ass in the air, to increase the depth.

You came again and cried out in overstimulation, but Eren turned you around once more so that your back was onto the bed again and held your hands above your head with one of his, the other one pushing your right leg up so he had a good access to your cunt. And then, he was pounding into you, as hard and fast as before. In the meantime, you were motionless and completely fucked out, overwhelmed by all the pleasure that you felt during the past rounds. Your lower belly started to hurt due to all this overstimulation and Eren checked up on you when he noticed you weren't moving and were oddly silent.

"You still there?" he asked and you weakly nodded.

"Do you want a safeword?" he questioned, not stopping his sloppy pace but being careful nonetheless.

You shook your head.

"I..trust you.." you spelled out and it warmed his heart. He loved you so much, his whole body was basically exploding at this transcendental experience. He wished he could share his emotions with you, hoping that you felt at least a tiny part of what he did.

"I'll let you ride me next, so you can set the pace." he gave out and pecked your forehead, hands caressing your cheeks.

After unleashing yet another, slightly painful orgasm, the good type of pain though, he rolled on the bed, gripping your body and sitting you onto his lap, dick cautiously sliding into you once more. The massive penetration made your hips wiggle on top of him.

"E-Eren...I c-can't..." you cried out but he encouraged you.

"Shh baby, don't you see you're already doing so well? Keep it up, use me as you wish." he fired you up and you started grinding against him.

"There, there..." he petted you when he saw the tears rolling down your face, wiping them away and grabbing your hands to hold them in his. He kissed them and brushed his gentle fingers over your smooth skin.

You stopped again, needing a break, holding onto Eren's broad chest to support.

"It's alright sweetie, take your time." he mumbled in a low voice, grazing over your pelvis.

"Want me to help?" he then asked and you nodded breathlessly.

"I'm sorry." you let out and Eren was dying inside, you were just so cute.

"It's okay princess, I got you." he assured and grabbed your hips, slowly starting to thrust into you and bucking up his hips regularly until you were worked up enough to take the lead again.

His hugeness made your stomach bulge and the bare sight of it captivated him. It was turning him on even more, he was even using his hands to put some more pressure on that part of your tummy, and he quickly engrafted this moment into his memory, unaware of the fact that he added extra rawness to his thrusts.

"Nghh...I'm really trying to slow down, but it's impossible with your pussy milking me like that." he apologized and harshly pounded into you, clasping your hips while doing so and leaving slight prints of his hands on your skin.

"Look at how perfect you're fitting around me, it's like you were made for my dick." he implied and got you all riled up.

The view of the swelling bump caused by his dick and his own helplessness stirred up your emotions, sending electricity through your body and boosting your lust in an instant.

"A fucking goddess." he mumbled as you were bouncing on his big dick, moving up and down while your breasts jerked in front of his eyes. He couldn't stop himself from sitting up and making out with your chest, consuming you like you were his last meal and your hands immediately tugged at his hair, slightly pulling it while you sped up your tempo.

You threw him back on the mattress and you could swear you heard a whimper slip out of Eren's mouth when you took over the dominance.

The sight of him under you like this drove you nuts, he looked so vulnerable, so submissive, and so breedable, his cocky demeanor nowhere to be find. Riding him at your own preferred rate, Eren cried out in agony, mewling below you like a whiny mess until you both reached your state of ecstasy.

"You'll be the fucking death of me." he growled, head squeezing back into the cushion as he quickly pulled out of you before spurting out his sticky substance on both of your stomachs.

Shortly after, you collapsed onto his body, too much overstimulation to handle. He cackled at your worn out state, wrapping his arms around your weak body and kissing your head, the smell of your hair intoxicating to him.

He laid you down on your side and started gnawing at your neck then, moving down to your decollete and sending shivers down your spine. He was cherishing your figure as he took his softened penis in one hand and started to stroke it, occasionally making contact with your inner thigh.

You grew nervous at the fact that he wanted to go for another run, thinking you were done by now. But you didn't complain, you enjoyed yourself like you never did before, the handsome man next to you making you feel like you were the luckiest girl in the world.

He startled you when he unexpectedly pressed his fingers over your core and shoved them inside, stretching you enough to enter you with his now erected cock again.

"Eren...too much." you hummed, still panting from your prior pleasure.

"Just a few more rounds, okay?" he whispered, kissing your cheek while hovering over you.

He stood on his knees, taking a pillow from behind you and lifting your body up to put it under your lower back to situate you into a more penetrable position, cock buried still inside of you.

He tossed your legs over his shoulders and you were enraptured by his swiftness. Eren packed you by your thighs and repeatedly dragged you onto his torso from your waist down, profoundly bumping into you.

"..I-I'm almost there.." you announced, shouting when he quickened his motion. Your view was getting blurry so you squinted your eyes in hopes of a soon release, but it never came because Eren suddenly pulled out and left you unsatisfied.

"Hey...stop teasing me." you weakly pleaded and he enjoyed your torment.

"But you look so gorgeous like this." he snickered.

"Weren't you saying it's too much for you just minutes ago, hmm?" he further provoked, lips coming close to yours and grazing over them.

You pulled him into a heated kiss, and he chuckled against your mouth, promptly slipping into your hole again and moving in circular movements. You squeezed your eyes shut again, arching your back and getting off on him but he was denying you yet another orgasm.

"Ereeen!" you whined once more, but he just giggled. He was edging you like a true savage.

"If you want something, beg for it." he answered, still lingering over you.

How cruel. You obeyed though, too desperate for his touch to resist.

"Please, I want to feel you inside of me." you begged, big eyes looking up at him. He didn't say anything, wetting his lips with his tongue as he sized you up.

"Say it again."

"I want you, Eren." you confessed, eyes shutting in embarassment.

"Nah nah, open your eyes and look at me." you did as he said and made eye contact.

"So obedient." he smirked.

"You want me?" he asked then and you nodded your head.

"Only me?" he furrowed a brow.

"Only you." you clarified.

"Hell yes you do." he claimed and picked up his pace again, pressing your knees against your own body and abusing your needy little cunt all over again.

"All of this belongs to me, no one else can see you like this." he possessively claimed and you nodded, too distracted by the build up of your upcoming orgasm.

"Eren, please, I want you to cum inside of me." you voiced your need of this whole evening and his eyes widened in complete shock.

"..Fuck, that caught me off guard." he hissed, gnashing his teeth to hold back his leaking and continuously hitting your g-spot.

"As you fucking wish, princess." he said and began to fasten his thrusts, making love to you endlessly and bringing you to an earth-shattering climax. You used all the strength left in your voice to scream one last moan while you squirted around him, and he was carrying you through your orgasm until he ultimately ejaculated too, emptying himself inside of you then and pumping you full of his load.

His hot semen spilled into you and the sensation of it was truly one of a kind, it was so divine. The sudden warmness that overflowed your body - in a literal sense - made you feel like you were levitating, wishing this outworldly feeling would never stop.

He didn't pull out of you yet, waiting until his dick softened, pushing his dripping milk into you with his fingers after he finally pulled out and dropped himself on the bed, body gravitating towards to yours.

"Look at how precious my sweet girl is." he and cupped your cheeks with one hand, kissing your puffy wet lips after seeing your dumbfucked face. Your eyelids got heavy but Eren made sure that you stayed awake, lifting you from the bed and carrying you into the bathroom. You groaned in annoyance, only wanting to sleep at this point.

"No time to rest yet, we still gotta clean you up, angel." he explained and dropped you on the edge of the bathtub.

He took a washcloth from the drawer and wetted it in the sink.

"How did you know where to find-" you started, but he interrupted, smirking back at you.

"I did my research."

He helped you tidying you up, or more like: he did all the work, gently but properly washing your skin, kissing the inside of your thigh once in a while - not sexually, just wholeheartedly. And when he was done, he ordered you to pee, leaving the room to your privacy and picking you up when you were done. You tried walking on your own but your legs failed, wobbling too hard.

"I can't even walk." you professed, searching for Eren's support and laughing at your own condition.

"Don't worry, I'll carry you everywhere." he offered, the subtle confession unnoticed by you.

He laid you down your bed, then leaving again to bring you a glass of water. In the meantime, you quickly messaged your friends.

"Guys, oh my god...EREN!!!" was the only text you sent, putting it on your nightstand when Eren came back and not touching your phone until the next morning again.

You sipped on the glass, the cold water quenching your thirst. Meanwhile, Eren made himself comfortable on your bed, waiting for you to lean back to hold you into his arms and play with your hair, massaging your scalp and placing soft kisses everywhere.

"Thank you." he muttered and it bewildered you.

"Now you finally got an older woman into bed, huh?" you joked, but he didn't find it funny.

"Do you really still think that was the only thing I wanted? Did you not notice that I've been madly in love with you for the past 8 years? I want to show you, in more than just one way, how deep this love goes, if you allow me to of course."

You were surprised at the thousands of butterflies that emerged in your belly, and then you slowly realized. You felt it then and there.

You were falling in love with this man. Shit.

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Valentine's Day

The Valentine's Day collab is finally here!

This is Elliot's POV. Cedar's POV will be on @ofclrosewriteswhump 's blog, but I will be adding both to the Worthless Masterlist.

I hope you enjoy!

Content: sickfic, an obscene amount of fluff, overwhelming gayness

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Elliot had begged Lyra not to text Cedar. They'd been planning their Valentine's date for weeks and Elliot couldn't bear to be the reason it was ruined.

He'd woken up that morning feeling achy and lethargic. His throat was sore, his nose was stopped, and beads of sweat continued to appear at his hairline, no matter how many times he tried to wipe them away.

Of course, Lyra had noticed right away that something wasn't right, despite how hard he tried to hide it.

“Please, Lyra. I'm fine, I swear!” Elliot begged. “Just don't tell him, please.”

Lyra already had their phone out with Cedar's messages pulled up. “Sunshine, you're sick. Your date isn't for another week, it's no big deal.”

“But if he finds out, he'll cancel it! He'll be too worried about me. He always—” Elliot coughed and gagged as he was forced to swallow back down the phlegm that had traveled up his throat.

Lyra sighed. “I'm sorry, sunshine, but I can tell you feel awful. It's only gonna get worse if you don't rest.” They sent the text and Elliot felt his heart plummet. “Now, let's get you to bed.”

That's what led to Elliot laying in his bed, sobbing quietly into his comforter with Dumpling curled up against his side, but that was several days ago. Since then, Lyra had been doing everything they could to help him rest and heal enough before their date. However, it wasn't enough. It was the day of Valentine's, and Elliot was still bedridden. That morning, Lyra had informed him that they were going to run some errands, but that Marlie was on her way over to keep him company. That eased his worries a bit, until all that was left was the guilt of ruining Valentine's Day.

Elliot was cuddling with Dumpling while watching a movie on Lyra’s computer when the door to his room suddenly opened. He glanced up to see Marlie standing in the doorway and instantly brightened up a little.

“M-Mar—” Elliot dissolved into a coughing fit, his throat burning as he did so. His eyes watered and he reached for a tissue, only to find the box empty. Elliot groaned and laid back down on his bed.

Marlie rushed to his side, mumbling a quick “be right back,” before returning with an unopened roll of toilet paper. “Sorry, Bluebell. I wanted to be quick. Do you need water?” she asked softly, sitting next to his bed.

Elliot nodded. “I'm sorry, Marlie. You-You don't have to d-deal with this.” He ripped off a square of toilet paper and blew his nose.

Marlie put a gentle hand on his shoulder, comforting him the best she could. “I don’t mind. I want to help you.”

Elliot sniffled and threw away his makeshift tissue. “Are you sure? You-You don't h-have to.”

Marlie nodded. “Of course. I brought a couple bottles in my bag. Here, Bluebell.” She handed him a water bottle before thinking of something. “Do you want help with anything?”

Elliot shook his head. “Can-Can you just k-keep me company? I-I don't know where L-Lyra went and-and I don't wanna be alone.”

Marlie nodded, knowing he was overthinking. “Of course! Do you want to watch anything?”  She offered to hold his hand, knowing she’d get sick anyway with her weaker immune system.

Elliot shrugged. “I was just watching some m-movie that Lyra had saved. I'm not really p-paying attention.”

“Okay, want to keep watching it? It's fun being with you. Is it okay that I’m holding your hand?” Marlie spoke softly, hoping to comfort Elliot. She giggled when Dumpling’s whiskers tickled her hand.

“Are-Are you sure?” Elliot asked. “I-I don't want to g-get you sick.”

Marlie nodded. “It’s okay. I've always gotten sick easily but it’s worth it for you.” She smiled at him gently.

“O-Okay then. Um…can-can you h-hold me while-while we watch the movie?”

Marlie smiled and immediately climbed into bed next to him. She opened her arms. “Of course, Bluebell. I'm always happy to hold you.”

Elliot smiled and crawled into her waiting arms. He snuggled into the warmth of her embrace as Dumpling curled up beside the two of them. Just as Marlie repositioned Lyra’s laptop, the sound of her phone buzzing startled them both. Elliot looked up at her, confused. “Who is it?”

Marlie reached over with one hand, keeping her arm around Elliot. “Lyra, they want to know how you're feeling. Are you doing okay?”

Almost as if on cue, Elliot broke into a coughing fit, his lungs and throat burning. He reached for the glass of water Lyra had left him and downed half of it in a matter of seconds. Once he was finished, he wiped his mouth dry and set the glass back onto the bedside table to his left. His voice was raspy and nasal as he said, “N-Not r-really.”

Marlie rubbed his back. She tried her best to comfort him and make him feel better. “Do you have any cough medicine?” she asked after sending a quick text to Lyra.

“I-I'm not sure,” Elliot answered. “B-Broderick was supposed to g-get some, but-but I don't know if he's b-back yet.”

“Want me to text him?” Marlie asked, holding Elliot close and offering the comfort she could.

Elliot nodded. “If-If you don't m-mind.”

Marlie nodded. “I don't mind at all. Want me to keep holding you?” She asked, pulling out her phone to send the text. “Done.”

Elliot nodded. “Y-Yes, please.” He shivered and curled up to her.

Marlie held him close, trying to warm him up.

“Can-Can I have a blanket?”

Marlie nodded, “Of course!” She wrapped a blanket around Elliot, holding him close in her arms. “Now we wait for a response.”

It was a few minutes later that Broderick finally responded, the text reading, “Just picked up some cough medicine. Should be back in a couple minutes.”

Marlie looked at her phone, once again startled by the sudden noise. “Broderick says he'll be back soon.” She sent back a quick response, thanking him.

Elliot nodded. “Th-Thanks, Marigold.”

Marlie held him closer. “Happy to help, Bluebell.”

Elliot was still shivering, though much less so than before. “You're so w-warm.”

“I’m happy you think so.” Marlie smiled, relieved to feel Elliot relax. “Want me to ask Broderick for another blanket when he gets back?”

Elliot nodded. “Yes, please.”

Marlie brushed his hair, knowing how much he liked the feeling. “It should only be a few minutes. He’ll be here soon.”

Elliot closed his eyes and reveled in the gentle touch at the top of his head.

Marlie smiled, humming quietly until she heard footsteps approach the door.

Elliot opened his eyes just in time to see Broderick peek his head into the room. “Hey, guys,” he greeted. “I've got some cough medicine and an extra blanket.”

Marlie smiled. “Thanks.” Not knowing what else to say, she resumed brushing Elliot’s hair.

Broderick stepped into the room, set the medicine beside Elliot's bed, and handed the blanket to Marlie. “How are you feeling, sweet?”

Elliot briefly glanced up at the medic and shrugged. “N-Not great. S-Sorry for-for causing so much trouble.”

“It's no trouble at all, sweet. This is my job. Just take one of those tablets every six hours and let me know if there's anything else I can do for you, okay?” Elliot nodded, and with one last friendly smile, Broderick left the room.

Marlie helped Elliot with his medicine; the tablet being small helped. She wrapped Elliot in the fluffy blanket and held him close.

Elliot cuddled up to her and laid his head in her lap. “Marlie?” He asked.

Marlie responded with a quiet hum, continuing to gently brush Elliot’s hair while he rested his head on her lap.

“Do you think Cedar's m-mad that-that I ruined our date? I-I haven't s-seen him in almost a-a week.” Tears flooded Elliot's ocean-blue eyes as he imagined the worst. “What if he b-breaks up with me?”

Marlie looked at him worriedly. “He's not breaking up with you. He's been trying to find a way to make your date fun while you're sick. I don't know exactly what he's planning but he's been trying lots of Spanish recipes.” She gently brushed his hair.

The worry and fear in the pit of Elliot's stomach didn't fade. “Then-Then why hasn't he come to s-see me?”

“He wants to perfect it. You know how you were going stargazing? He's going to bring the stars to your bedroom. Want to call him to feel better? I'm sure he wouldn't mind. Lyra’s helping him out with the finishing touches.” Marlie softly brushed Elliot’s hair. “It was going to be a surprise so I can't tell you what exactly Cedar’s bringing for food or how he's going to make a stargazing date for the both of you. I just know he's been tracking stuff down at thrift shops and astronomy places.”

Elliot felt even more guilty. “I-I ruined the surprise?”

Marlie shook her head. “Not at all. You know the basics of it but you don't know what Cedar is bringing here. That’s not ruining the surprise.”

“O-Okay,” Elliot said. “Um…when-when is he gonna be here?”

Marlie glanced at her phone. It was around late afternoon or early evening. “About an hour. I think he wants the sun to be down before coming.”

Anxiety swelled in the pit of Elliot's stomach. “Do-Do I look okay?”

Marlie nodded, not wanting to overwhelm him. “You look great. How about putting on a skirt or your new dress if you want. I can do your hair while you're in bed too.”

Elliot nodded and quickly jumped out of bed to go change.

Marlie followed, ready to catch him if he slipped. “Careful, you're still sick. You don't have to dress up a lot. Just do what you can, okay?”

Elliot ignored her concern and quickly scanned his closet for something nice to wear. “I just wanna look nice,” he said. “If he's putting all this effort into a n-nice date, I-I don't wanna look like I've been sick.”

Marlie nodded in understanding, walking over to Elliot to help him find something he liked. “What about your flower dress?”

Elliot examined his black, floral-patterned dress. It hung to his knees and had puff shoulder sleeves. He'd gotten it recently on a trip to the mall and had yet to wear it. “Do-Do you think he would like that?”

“He’d love it.” Marlie smiles at him. She was so happy to see him excited for a date.

“O-Okay.” Elliot grabbed the dress and bolted into the bathroom to get changed.

Marlie waited patiently, petting Dumpling while Elliot changed.

When Elliot emerged, he gave a twirl to show Marlie the whole thing. “What do you think?”

Marlie beamed, eyes glowing at how happy Elliot looked. “You look amazing!”

“R-Really?” Elliot asked, giving himself a once-over in the mirror. “Do you think I need shoes or anything?”

Marlie shook her head, standing next to him. “No, you guys are staying home. Kinda like a movie date but better.”

Elliot nodded, his breathing quickening.

Marlie looked at him worriedly, guiding him to sit. “Bluebell, he wants to bring stargazing inside. You’re safe, I promise.”

Elliot's breathing didn't slow. “I-I just w-wanna be g-good enough for-for him. Wh-What if he doesn’t l-like this? What if he gets m-mad at me for-for being sick? What if he's doing this just to b-break up with me?”

Marlie brought him into a hug, knowing his past relationships were horrendous. “You're perfect to him. Bluebell, he's so happy with you and will love this. He's not mad and he won't break up with you. I promise. Want me around for support?”

Elliot melted into her embrace and tried not to cry into her shoulder. “N-No that's-that's okay. I-I don't want him to-to get m-mad.” Elliot flinched when the distant sound of the doorbell rang. He gasped. “That's-That’s h-him.”

Marlie took his hand. “He wouldn't. Want to walk to the door with me?”

Elliot nodded and shakily reached for her hand.

Marlie gently squeezed his hand. “It’s okay, he’ll be so excited to see you.”

Elliot nodded once more and nervously followed her down to the front door.

...

Marlie opened the door, Dawn helping Cedar carry a box of food.

Elliot's breath caught in his throat. He felt like it had been months since he'd seen Cedar, even though it had only been a week. Anxiety churned in the pit of his stomach at the sight of his tall boyfriend.

“Love? How are you feeling? I'm so happy to see you!” Cedar smiled. “Happy Valentine's day.”

Elliot couldn't help the way his cheeks warmed and the dorky smile that grew across his face. “I'm f-feeling better now. H-Happy Valentine's Day.”

Cedar’s smile matched Elliot’s eyes, smiling as he saw his boyfriend. “Ready to start the date, Love?”

Elliot nodded. “I've m-missed you.”

Cedar set the box down in Elliot’s room, Dawn and Marlie following him. “Same to you, Love. I'm so happy to see you.” Cedar smiled as he opened his arms.

Elliot smiled back and practically collapsed into his boyfriend's strong arms. He had to stand on his tiptoes in order to kiss Cedar, but it was worth it. He just hoped Cedar wouldn't end up sick after this.

Cedar caught Elliot and kissed back. “I love you so much.”

Elliot's cheeks began to ache with how wide he was smiling. “I love you too.”

Cedar’s smile grew. “Ready to start, my Love?” 

Elliot giggled and nodded before dissolving into a coughing fit.

Cedar put an arm around him, rubbing his back until it finished. “Do you need to lay down, Love?”

Elliot nodded. “S-Sorry,” he croaked.

Cedar lifted him gently onto his bed. “No worries. How about starting dinner?” 

Elliot nodded. “Th-That sounds good.”

Cedar smiled, opening the containers of food that he had brought. “Take your pick, my Love.”

As Elliot's eyes scanned the multiple containers of food, his cheeks warmed. He couldn't believe that Cedar had done all this for him. “I-I can't decide. Everything looks a-amazing. Did-Did you m-make all this?”

Cedar blushed and nodded. “I packed so many. Maybe a little bit of everything? Is that okay with you? I just made our date sick safe, my Love.”

Tears began to prick the corners of Elliot's eyes at the sound of those words. “I-I just can’t believe you d-did all of this for me.”

Cedar gently brushed his tears away, kissing his forehead. “Of course, Love. I knew it would break your heart to miss out and I wanted to see you. I'd come over even if it meant cuddling and falling asleep.”

Elliot's lower lip started wobbling. “Can-Can I have a kiss?”

Cedar replied by gently kissing him, holding him close.

Elliot melted against him, heart pounding. He couldn't believe the lengths his boyfriend had gone just to make him feel special on their first Valentine's Day together. As he looked up into Cedar's forest-green eyes, he whispered, “I may or may not have just gotten you sick.”

Cedar brushed Elliot’s hair. “That’s okay. Seeing your smile makes it worth the chance.”

Elliot's cheeks warmed and he couldn't help the giggle that escaped his throat. “You try to make me blush on purpose.”

Cedar matched Elliot’s smile, chuckling. “I try to make you smile on purpose, my Love.”

Elliot tried to force himself to stop smiling, but it remained stuck to his face. He couldn't help it. Something about looking into Cedar's eyes made him indescribably happy.

Cedar smiled back, happy to see his love smile. “Ready to start eating?”

Elliot nodded, unable to take his eyes off of his boyfriend.

Cedar kissed Elliot’s forehead, serving multiple dishes for the two of them. “How about some candles? I brought some scented ones.”

Elliot nodded, cheeks beginning to ache from the smile that wouldn't leave his face. “That sounds nice.”

Cedar kissed his head gently. “That’s great. I’ll light them.”

Elliot giggled and watched as Cedar lit the candles. As nice as they were, the sudden aromas initiated a round of several sneezes and a few coughs. He reached for a tissue, his face burning with embarrassment.

Cedar looked at him worriedly, rubbing his back. “Do you need anything, Love?”

“Can-Can you hand me my w-water?” Elliot asked as he tossed the tissue into the trash. He sniffled. “I hate being sick.”

Cedar passed the water to Elliot, rubbing his back gently. “I know, Love. It’ll be over soon. I'm just happy I could get everything ready in time for our date.”

Elliot nodded. “I-I was so worried when you d-didn't come to s-see me at all. I thought m-maybe you were b-breaking up with me.”

Cedar kissed his boyfriend’s cheek softly. “I’m sorry I didn't reach out. I wouldn't break up with you, Love.” He felt guilty, knowing how he hurt Elliot.

Elliot nodded again, blushing. “I-I know. I just o-overthink sometimes, I guess. Marlie helped c-calm me down.”

Cedar smiled at him. “She’s good at that. I'm happy you guys have each other. You're amazing.”

Elliot smiled and took a bite of the dinner Cedar had made. He was still in awe of all his boyfriend had done for him. He'd never felt so loved before.

The smile on Elliot’s face made the whole evening worth it. Cedar smiled back, eyes so full of love and adoration.

As Elliot ate his fill and set down his plate, he said, “So, M-Marlie said you were gonna b-bring the stars to me. Wh-What did she mean?”

Cedar smiled, getting up to open a suitcase and take out a few star projectors. He plugged them into the wall and the ceiling mirrored a starry sky. “This is what I did to bring you the stars, my Love.” He kissed his boyfriend’s head, lips brushing his fluffy hair.

Elliot stared in awe at the starry sky projected across the ceiling. Never, in his wildest dreams could he have imagined a date like this. “This-This is the most incredible thing anyone has ever done for me.”

Cedar held Elliot close. “Anything for you, Love. You are the best boyfriend a man could ask for.”

Tears welled in Elliot’s eyes. “Can I have a kiss?”

Cedar brought his boyfriend into a loving kiss.

Elliot melted against him. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so happy, if he ever had before. He felt safe and comforted and so, so loved. In that moment, nothing else mattered; not his illness, not Christian. If only for one moment, Elliot let himself be happy.

-

I hope you enjoyed this! This was so much fun to do because I'm absolutely obsessed with Elliot and Cedar's relationship.

Please be sure to go read Cedar's POV!

Not tagging the taglist because this isn't whumpy Worthless content

[nyxvaledoeswriting]

Day 1: Steer

Really really heckin late, but since I'm just doing this for me, I wanted to post it anyways! FFXIV Write 2024

Rated G, no ships (crushes mentioned). Wuk Lamat and my lalafell Cocobi talk about Cocobi's... stature.

“How does someone of your stature wield weapons like those of my brother?” Wuk Lamat’s words were genuine and clearly not intended to be insulting.

Nonetheless, her friends nearby grew tense as if preparing for a bomb to go off.

Instead, Cocobi chuckled in response and pulled out her viper swords with ease. They were as tall as her and probably just as sharp as her as well. Cocobi didn’t get questions like this often, more people were focused on her height rather than her intricate weapons she had created with her own hands.

“They aren’t the same size as Zoraal Ja’s swords. They were made ‘specially for me,” she explained, puffing out her chest in pride.

“Oh, that is so interesting! May I hold them?” Wuk Lamat asked with a blush adorning her cheeks.

Cocobi considered Wuk Lamat for a moment. It wasn’t as if Cocobi was selfish by any means, but to her, her weapons were sacred. She wasn’t one to hand off her swords enthusiastically.

But Wuk Lamat was starting to turn into somewhat of an exception. It felt like every rule, every wall Cocobi had carefully crafted for her guarded heart disintegrated the more time she spent with the Hrothgar. She also wasn’t blind when it came to Wuk Lamat’s… infatuation with her.

“Oh! My apologies if I’ve come across as rude. Your weapons just look so… so cute and I-” Wuk Lamat’s nostrils flared and her eyes grew sparkly, “and you look so adorable wielding them!” After a beat, she was quick to put out both hands and shake them vigorously in embarrassment. “Wait, no, not adorable, no- I m-meant in-in-” she glanced towards Erenville for help but he turned his gaze away with a whistle. “Indomitable! Yes, that’s the word!”

An eruption of giggles stemmed from behind Cocobi and she did her best to ignore them. Many people had called her ‘adorable’ and ‘cute’ in her lifetime, after all. Most were content to akin her to a child, even with her impressive deeds and title of warrior of light. It was much worse in Tural where lalafells were basically nonexistent.

Cocobi hated the stereotypes forced upon her race, absolutely loathed them. Anytime someone would even begin to bring up anything about her being small, she would get extremely annoyed at them. So much so, that all her friends knew not to say anything of the sort.

But when such a thing came from Wuk Lamat; she knew she didn’t say it to make fun of her or to treat Cocobi like a child. No, this was just Wuk Lamat blurting out what was on her mind. No matter how embarrassing.

Such puppy love doesn’t last though, at least once the sheen of her titles and achievements wore away. In the end, Cocobi was just someone to look up to. A fabled hero up on an unreachable pedestal. A lonely, shitty pedestal.

But it was her responsibility, no, her duty to help blossoming heroes like Wuk Lamat reach their full potential. To steer her with a steady, guiding hand until the day came that Wuk Lamat could stand on her own.

And no matter how much it could possibly hurt her, destroy her even, Cocobi would not stray from her destined path.

A hero such as her had no choice.

[siriuslysatorusimping]

I just wanted to thank you for sharing your story. I love it by the way, are they going to make their relationship official? Oh they will continue as they are.

Thank you for reading!! I'm so glad people are enjoying my story 🥹🥹 And thank you for your question!! I've answered below the cut because it turned into a rant that I didn't mean to let happen...

OKAY, so this is gonna be a long response and I apologize in advance for this RANT. There will be a TLDR at the bottom for your convenience 😂 I have thought about these two A LOT. I have an entire section in my doc for this story for notes like this lol...

So, my intention with this story was to make it a real Friends with Benefits where they're both on the same page and it doesn't completely explode because one of them catches feelings and can't take it anymore. Will feelings be caught? Oh, absolutely they've already started to-.

I started the story really early in the timeline because I wanted to give them time for their friendship to develop, even if it looks more like a romantic relationship than a friendship. But I have this planned out all the way to where the manga is, post-Shibuya and post-Culling Games. Some of this is already written. I'll say that the very first thing I wrote for them is a part that will be set post-Shibuya.

They're going to become each others' haven of sorts over the years, and will slowly quit sleeping with other people casually without even realizing it. And neither will really mention it because they don't see it as something important to bring up. He never dates others anyway, only casual hookups, and she dates casually but never for long because she doesn't want to risk committing to someone she couldn't be honest with about her work.

Basically, the end goal for them is for it to be natural for them to realize that what they have is actually a romantic relationship without a label and decide to label it. But they're going to struggle a lot with that concept. Their communication will start to falter there because she won't bring it up, believing it would never be something he would want and he will have absolutely no clue how to bring it up.

Gojo is Gojo and having an official relationship isn't what he wants, or so he thinks.

And Rinko believes that he's destined for things that are too great and important for her to even be a footnote in. As the years go on, she will essentially force herself to believe that she is content to be by his side as his friend. It's going to take a lot of convincing from him to change her mind on this.

Rinko has already resigned herself to two things about him where we are in the story:

Gojo Satoru doesn't do feelings beyond lust and she tells herself she isn't arrogant enough to believe she could change that about him. She does probably too good of a job sticking to this.

- She'll end up hurting his feelings quite a few times when she expects him to be way more selfish than he ends up being with her and he's hurt to learn that's how she sees him even though he knows she has every reason to do so.

- This will also lead to a few issues because she's very guarded with him. She has huge defenses with him when it comes to seeing anything sweet or selfless that he does as anything but a carefree impulse that means nothing (we will be finding out the reason for this in a few upcoming parts that y'all aren't gonna like me for...) which will also end up hurting his feelings later on in their friendship.

- There will be an entire WAREHOUSE worth of unpacking for Rinko when she finally realizes that Gojo doesn't do those kinds of things at all for anyone else. Much less on impulse because he doesn't have selfless impulses with anyone else the way he does with her. But this bitch is just gonna rent a larger warehouse and pretend she's never heard of it even when Gojo literally shows her the receipt proving she paid for it.

2. There are walls he just can't take down with anyone. Can't get himself to do it because it's too much after he was so close to Geto and it hurt him so much when he lost him

- As a small spoiler, their biggest conflicts will always lead back to Geto. Every single real disagreement they have over the course of their friendship will lead, in some way, back to Geto.

Okay so I'm forcing myself to stop here.

TLDR: Eventually, they will make their relationship official. But it's going to be a very, very long time and many years of friendship with a lot of sexy times 😅

[dajana-m]

Medea As Incorrect Quotes

Medea: bitches b like “im baby” but have childhood trauma and neglect like wtf do u know about being baby u were forced to grow up from an early age anyways I’m bitches

Medea: If I'm really as evil as you say I am, then have the gods strike me down where I stand.

*Lightning strikes Medea*

Medea: Ha! Nice try, jackass! Next time, give it your A-game!

Medea: How petty can you get?

Leona: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Medea: I'm a reverse necromancer.

Azul: Isn't that just killing people?

Medea: Ah, technicality.

Riddle: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor.

Medea: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

Medea: What’s up guys? I’m back.

Axlan: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.

Medea: Death is a social construct.

(in a universe where Medil is canon)

Medea: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

Jamil: I wake up at 4:30 AM

Medea:

Medea: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

(in a universe where Vildea is canon)

Medea: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

Vil: You and me

Medea, tearing up: Okay.

Idia: How do I deal with my enemies?

Medea: Kill them

Idia: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution

Medea: Kill them only a little?

Malleus: Child of Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever sleep or stop running?

Medea: Oh, I’m always running Balaur

Medea: The question is from what

Medea: Goodnight moon.

Medea: Goodnight tree.

Medea: Goodnight ghosts that only I can see.

Medea: What doesn't kill me should run, because now I'm fucking pissed.

Medea: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

Medea: I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture.

Adeuce: Awwww-

Medea: And I tell myself "If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything."

Adeuce: Oh.

Not necessarily Unire content but she is the antagonist of the tale soooo @siphoklansan

© 2023 @dajana-m & @the-dumber-scaramouche | did you know that not plagiarizing other people's works and claiming them as your own is completely free and saves both parties a lot of trouble? Which means no reposting, no translating and NO COPYING.

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

About This Blog

Hey, this is the little gremlin again, and since most tumblr users have some sort of 'about' page, I decided to create one. And also because why not?

Note: This is my main blog. Likes, follows, asks and replies are from here. It is also my writing blog, where I post my own writing and sometimes reblog other writers' works.

My Masterlist

Natalia's Masterlist

Not interested in all the semantics and just looking for the writing? You can find all my writing in the link above, as well as my master tag list All the other info, like rules, squicks, my special tags and some background info can be found under the cut.

About the person behind this

You can call me Natalia.

My pronouns are she/her

I'm straight

I'm 17

I'm a college second year majoring in computer engineering

I'm not sarcastic at all, no no no. And my non-existent sarcasm doesn't catch people off-guard at all, no sir. Totally serious 100% of the time. Even my url says it.

I write stuff here, and the details r in the next heading

I'm a minor, so please dni if you're going to discuss inappropriate content

Wanna spam my notifications? Go ahead, I'm not stopping you. I actually encourage it, lol.

I like fandoms, caffeine, chemistry, math, reading and writing (*le gasp), and a whole lot of other stuff!

I'm not mean, I promise. Just a little, snarky teen haha.

I look nothing like my pfp.

I'm a villanous assassin!

I have undiagnosed high-functioning anxiety, may have ADHD and I experience obsessive thoughts. So please, no hate on ND ppl here.

I'm fine w/dms! (as long as they're not creepy)

My fanfiction sideblog is @so-hot-i-make-hell-jealous

My silly, non-writing sideblog is @yoursssstruly

My Writing Rules

I may be an anarchist, but I need some rules here.

Stuff I do write: hero x villain (supervillains, sidekicks and whatnot too), hurt/comfort, and I might post snippets of a story I'm working on and whump, fluff, maybe some crack, and romance!

Stuff I DON'T write: NSFW content of any kind, smut excessively dark whump (I get anxious with things that take it too far), incest, pedophilia, rape, emetophilia, and while I do write romance, suggestiveness is toned down and I don't write nsfw romance.

Do not ask me to write anything I said I don't write. It's pointless because I won't force myself to write it.

I don't write make-outs and kisses on the lips

You can totally use my writing for inspiration, as long as it's tagged as a prompt, you can use some lines, but just not the whole thing word for word, provided that it's tagged as a prompt. You can continue it, even if I've done a continuation.

If you use any of my prompts, please give credit and tag me! I'd loveee to see what you come up with!

Anything tagged as NOT A PROMPT is not for use.

I DON'T appreciate reposts, but I do love reblogs. Don't hesitate to use super long tags, analyse it or give lengthy commentary, I'm actually down for that stuff.

I don't mind my stuff being reposted on other social media as long as you give me credit. NO reposts on Tumblr, please.

Pairings are usually gn/gn. The other alternative is f/m

I typically write hero x villain, but I have other non-hero x villain stuff out there! Like fantasy, sci-fi and certain fragments of my wip (some of em are actually h x v!)

I don't really do xreader fics.

Ask Box

Don't be afraid to send me an ask!

Please don't ask for any of the stuff I told you I don't write

I may take some time to respond because I have a crap schedule

I might not answer asks if I don't feel very comfortable writing them. No hate, I just got on this app for my own fun, so I don't want to force myself to do smth I don't like, and it'll probably come out as a crappy piece of writing anyway

You can ask me about non-writing stuff too! I don't mind talking! Just please don't make the questions too. . .creepy.

Don't use the ask box to harass me. You'll probably regret getting on my nerves

Favourite Tropes

Where do I even start? I'm very indecisive.

Enemies to lovers

Alliance of convenience

Fake dating (turned not-so-fake)

Two whumpees caring for each other

Scary, unhinged hero x terrified villain (who's probably secretly in love w/them)

Flirty x flustered

Whumpee gets revenge on their og whumper, preferably through violent murder

Morally grey characters

Found family

Heavy angst w/a fluffy ending

Psychological manipulation

Cocky hero x flustered villain

Warnings

Because some of my content may be triggering to some people. I typically include trigger warnings above my posts in red, and I recently started putting them in the tags, too. Please note I don't condone any of the harmful stuff here IRL. I write FICTION, not meant to be used to judge me morally. ✨️Lmk if there's anything you want me to add here!

Violence

Blood

Bruises

Betrayal

Implied torture or past torture

Mental health issues

Manhandling

Drowning

Abusive relationships

Yandere whump

Bone Fractures

Failed escape

Miserable (I write sad stuff sometimes)

Threats

Fear

Description of torture aftermath

Occasionally, torture

Lying

Burns

Restraints

Usage and mentions of weapons (guns, knives, etc)

References to a difficult past

Vomiting

Starvation

Scars

Self-harm

Obsessive thoughts

Fear of heartbreak

Criminal activity

Death

Somewhat graphic descriptions (they aren't too horrible, but they may make some people uncomfortable

Non-con touch (not sexual)

Drugging

Poison

Kidnapping

Hostage situation

Exhaustion

Stress positions

War/war aftermath

Captivity

Fever

Delusions

Hyperthermia

Very flirty (Listen, I generally write pretty light stuff, but they can be seen as juuuust a little bit spicy, and different people interpret things differently, and I won't judge people for seeing things a certain way, but in case it makes you uncomfortable. . .)

Adding on to the last point, this kind of fic will contain touching (not sexual), kisses (not on the lips), and pretty flirty remarks (nothing sexual)

Smoking

Alcohol/use of alcohol

Squicks

I write violence n all, but I have limits. I will NOT write anything mentioned here and will refuse any requests with these.

Eye, mouth and ear whump

Extreme gore

Whipping

Branding

Vore

Amputation (unless it's a fantasy monster that has to die OR it's environmental whump. Someone doing it however, nope)

Muzzles (I'm fine with gags, though)

Collars

Sadomasochism (some of my characters are sadistic, but non-sexually. Also, no masochistic characters)

NSFWhump in general, (whether extreme gore, sexual assault or sadomasochism)

Animal abuse

Anything I don't write in the Rules above

My Tags

Aside from the usual tags on writing, I like to add my touch to a few of them. You may see:

#nat writes

#a little gremlin's writing

#natalia's writing

And for asks

#the little gremlin answers

When it isn't about writing

#not writing and/or #natalia.txt

When I like it, but it isn't mine

#not my writing

When you can read, but you shouldn't USE

#NOT A PROMPT

Timezones n next days (yes, they're self-reblogs)

#timezone reblog

#next day reblog

To clarify

#hero x villain -> just means it has a hero and a villain. can be platonic, familial, just enemies or romantic (this applies to any A x B)

While. . .

#hero/villain -> means the pairing is romantic. (applies to anything with a slash)

I know other ppl use them differently, but that's how I do it. I typically tag with genre to help, like #romance or #friendship

And the most important rule of all

HAVE FUN!

Xoxo,

The villainous assassin

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

[here2bbtstrash]

i've been trying to write but i've had the worst writer's block for literally 3 years now. if you experience it, how do you overcome it?

hi anon! i'm so sorry you're struggling with this, especially for so long 😔 i know how demoralizing it can feel to feel 'stuck', or unhappy with anything you manage to get out. i can't promise that i have all the answers, but here are some different strategies that often help me!

fill the well

i think i stole this term from 'the artist's way' but i can't actually remember if her definition is the same as mine, so. when eye say filling the well, what i mean is: i take a purposeful break from attempting to create content, and i consume. i eat eat eat whatever i can get my hands on. poetry, books, music, movies. i go to an art museum, or go see a live performance of something, if i can!

i find that getting myself out of my own head and fully invested in someone else's creations tends to get my wheels turning. and it's therapeutic, that feeling of discovering some piece of art that speaks to you and reminds you that you're a human. it helps reconnect me to the purpose of why i create, the way i strive to give someone else that same experience by writing stories that i hope people can see themselves reflected back in. seriously - consume stuff! NEW stuff! go out there and find a thing that you love that someone else created.

box yourself in

this is a strategy i had never really tried before until last year, when i was struggling with wicked "i hate everything i write" syndrome, and the love of my life @gimmethatagustd gave me this tip! it's so weird, but it worked for me, so maybe it'll work for you too! they said that as someone who had to write a lot for school, even when they were blocked as fuck, that sometimes they would assign themselves specific rules or prompts for a piece in order to switch things up~

maybe for you, this looks like churning out a few drabbles, and forcing yourself to make them EXACTLY 100 words long. maybe it's writing something only in dialogue (a thing i actually did once when super blocked lmao!). maybe it's trying a new genre, maybe it's trying to write ~in the style~ of someone else, maybe it's writing member POV if that's not something you normally do. maybe it's looking up specific writing prompts/challenges, or playing some weird game with yourself where you try to fit song lyrics into a piece, or make each new sentence start with the last letter of the sentence before it - i don't know! get crazy with it! don't ask me why, but sometimes giving yourself more rules to adhere to makes it easier to write - or just gives your brain something else to focus on, at least 🤪

show up anyway

i hate that sometimes, this is what works, but it's the truth. stephen king has said a lot of things (including many racial slurs lol 🥴) but one of the not-dumb things he's said is along the lines of: "don't wait for the muse. ...your job is to make sure the muse knows where you're going to be every day from nine 'til noon. or seven 'til three. if he does know, i assure you that sooner or later he'll start showing up."

sometimes, writing is showing up, putting down crap, hating it, and doing it anyway. (this might go along with #2 - maybe your drabbles suck! write them anyway!) turning on the tap and running it until all the junk in your pipes gets out and the water runs clear. it sucks! when i'm in a place where that's all i can do, it's the worst feeling in the world! but there have been times where i've found that my "writer's block" was just me wanting things to come easily, like they do in a moment of fresh inspiration. and sometimes, you don't have inspiration. sometimes, you don't even have motivation. you gotta be disciplined and just do it anyway, and just keep shaking your brain like a piggy bank until something good eventually comes out of it.

rest. but like, actually rest

"but m! you just told us to push through and do it anyway!" okay, yeah, well. sometimes that works, but also, brains suck, and sometimes it doesn't work. if none of the above strategies have worked, or i'm stressing myself out so much that i'm like, actively bursting into tears over writing, that's when i know i need to rest.

there's this idea that i actually use a LOT in life - and not even exclusively about writing. when i have a friend who is struggling to get something done, and i ask them "did you rest?" and they tell me they did, i like to fire back: "did you actually rest, or did you spend the entire time feeling guilty about how you weren't doing X thing?"

guilt, as it turns out, is not rest. thinking about how much you wish you were writing is not rest. worrying about how you'll never be able to write anything good ever again... is also not rest! when i know i'm burnt out, i give myself a timeframe - it can be anywhere from 48 hours to several weeks, depending on severity - and i make a promise to myself: for that time, it is ILLEGAL to think about writing, to feel bad about writing, to want to write, or to even so much as TOUCH a word processor. AGAINST THE LAW, YOU HEAR ME?

i force myself to do anything else. if i feel like being creative, i'll pursue non-writing avenues to do so. but if i don't? i'll do fuck all. i'll watch a season of a terrible reality show. i'll take naps on my couch. i'll eat ice cream or do a puzzle or read a book or learn a language or whatever else. but i don't touch my writing, i don't think about my writing and i do not feel bad about my writing, or lack thereof.

usually, by the time my sentence in anti-writing jail is up (the only kind of prison i believe in lmao ✌️) my energy levels feel restored, my outlook is more positive, and i'm chomping at the bit to get back to it, with a renewed sense of appreciation for my work and my ideas. sometimes you just need to take a break, a real break, and that's okay!

accept it

sort of a continuation of my last one - and i know this sounds kinda dire, but i'm saying this with only love: not every season can be a season of harvest. there are some seasons where the ground is frozen, and nothing can grow. we cannot always be making all of the time. some seasons of life are for other things instead. healing, changing, starting over. i went through a years-long period of really wanting to write, but never managing to get words out when i tried. and guess what? it came back to me, eventually. but for a long time, i had to just... not write. and go live my life. and the world kept turning.

banging your head against the wall when it's not coming out won't solve anything. if you've tried it all, and it's still not happening? it might not be your time right now. and you might be doing yourself more harm than good by trying to force what's not, in this moment, meant to be. so deep breaths. chin up. know that it is okay to move on to the next season, and trust that it will come back when the time is right. life is long. nothing is forever, good or bad. there is so much more out there for you. infinite possibilities. i really do believe that!

sorry for the rambling lmao 😓 but hopefully you find some/any of this helpful!!! i'm here for you if you ever wanna talk more about writing struggles, bc i am no stranger to them. i love you! fighting!! 💜

[cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal]

A/N: A day late and a dollar short. I ended up scrapping the original version of this chapter and rewriting it, hence the lateness. I'm still not sold on the ending of this one, but I don't want to postpone another day, and I think the content of this one will always ring hard for me.

Raine Callaghan doesn’t know what to make of Rebecca Sinclair most days. They had a good relationship once, but that was a long time ago. A death in the family will do that, he supposes.

Rated M for mature themes such as parental death, dysfunctional families, child neglect, implied violence, and very brief mentions to the North Irish Troubles.

Other Tags: Kid Fic, Growing Up, Time Skips, Canon Divergence (Alternate Backstory), Tragedy, and Hopeful Ending.

Masterpost | AO3

Chapter 6: Keep Me Safe Against Them All

Royal Victoria Hospital, Belfast, 1994

Even before Ciaran opens his eyes, the room is too bright. Harsh fluorescent lights sear through his eyelids. There’s a steady rhythm of beeping from something near him. As he slips back into the waking world, he becomes more and more aware of the steady throbbing of pain in his limbs and ribs. He opens his eyes, wincing as the lights burn spots into his vision, and swears as the movement tugs a sharp pressure at his lips. Screwing his eyes shut, he brings his hands up to the place in his top lip that feels as though it’s pulled too taut. Stitches. He has stitches. When he goes to tongue at them lightly from the other side, he realizes he's missing a sizable chunk of his tooth.

Slowly, he forces his eyes open. The room around him is sparkling sterile white. White walls, white floors, white ceiling panels, fluorescent lights glowing their incessant, violent white. Even the bed he's on is white, with white sheets and a scratchy white blanket to boot. It's all too bright. He vaguely glances down, as much as he can before his neck protests the treatment, to see his ribs are wrapped. Are a few broken? Must be, judging by the way it hurts to breathe.

"You're finally awake." The voice is familiar, though he hasn't properly heard it in years. He looks up to the far side of the room, where a plain beige chair is placed beside the window. Rebecca sits hunched in it. There are dark circles beneath her eyes and her hair is falling from the tight bun she usually keeps it in. She looks as though she hasn’t slept in a couple days.

"Rebecca?" he manages to say, his voice rasping with lack of use. How long was he out? "I thought you were busy until August."

"I requested a leave of absence." Something in her tone reads wrong, but Ciaran doesn't push it. She never tells him anything about her job, anyway. “The hospital called me when they couldn’t get in touch with Bishop.”

Ciaran flinches at Bishop’s name. He regrets it immediately as Rebecca narrows her eyes at him. She gets up from the chair and approaches the bed, her heels clicking across the linoleum in that familiar measured gait. Ciaran avoids her gaze. He doesn’t really want to answer any questions that she’s going to ask. He doesn’t want to tell her how he has no idea where his aunt is or how he managed to land both he and Eoin-

His gaze snaps up and away from his hands, up towards Rebecca. Up this close, he can see the exhaustion worn on her face, the red rimming her eyes. He wonders how long she’s been here, waiting on him to wake up. Surely not that long.

“Where’s Eoin?” he asks, shoving down the worry that’s crawling up his throat. Surely if he’s on the mend, so is Eoin.

This time, Rebecca flinches. Or, rather, she flinches as much as she ever has: a twitch at the corner of her eye and the slightest tug of her frown, her face turning just slightly away. “He’s in his own room down the hall,” she says at last. When she meets his eyes again, there’s a hard edge there. She feels so much colder. He remembers when she used to smile at him. It wasn’t so long ago. He wishes he knew what changed. He wishes he didn’t care. “He hasn’t woken up yet.”

No, no that doesn’t make sense. Eoin shouldn’t still be unconscious if he isn’t.

“You’re very lucky,” Rebecca says, though the tone of her voice says neither of them feel particularly lucky at the moment. “The doctors were uncertain if you would come to after the state you arrived in.” She levels another tense look at him, her lips pressed into a fine line as though she doesn’t want to say what she’s preparing to. “Ciaran…I am going to ask you a question and I want you to answer it honestly.”

Ciaran’s heart sinks into the pit of his stomach like a pocketful of stones. He doesn’t want to explain why they’re both in hospital. He doesn’t want to explain that he’s been sneaking off halfway across town to see some Protestant girl he’s not even certain he’s interested in.  Not when he’s supposed to be keeping an eye on Eoin.

“When was the last time you saw your aunt?”

It’s not the question he expected. Somehow it’s worse. There’s no good answer for it, he knows, and she’ll be disappointed in what he has to say. He shifts as best he can in the thin mattress without upsetting his bruises. “Almost a year,” he mumbles.

There’s a particular pacing to the next couple of breaths she takes, as though she’s having to count to calm down between each inhale and exhale. Finally, she says, “Bishop has been missing for almost a year and you didn’t think to tell me?”

Something snaps in Ciaran at the patronizing tone. How dare she think she has the right to make him feel small, to feel a fool? What does she even care? It’s not as though she’s treated him like family recently. Her last letter was over a year ago, despite him continuing to write to her. A foolish hope he couldn’t quash, that she might find some time in her busy schedule to reply.

“Would you have cared if I had told you?” he spits the words out, his tone bitter and sharp on his own tongue.

Rebecca draws back slightly, pulling her shoulders back, and her expression pinches as though he’s struck her. “Would I have cared to know that you were alone? Taking care of yourself in your aunt’s stead? Of course I would.”

“You haven’t been here!” he shouts, throwing his arm wide and ignoring when his ribs and shoulder scream in protest. “This is the first time I’ve actually seen you in three years - and apparently that takes putting myself in hospital to get you here.” 

Rebecca takes a deep breath. "You're right," her voice soft, softer than Ciaran has heard it since he was little. But when she looks at him, her expression brooks no argument. This isn't his stepmother Rebecca standing here now. This is Agent Sinclair. "That is why, as soon as you're discharged, you'll be coming to Wayhaven with me."

Raine’s jaw goes slack. He tries and fails to find any words that adequately sum up how he feels about it. He settles on, “You can’t be fucking serious.”

“Watch your language, Ciaran,” she snaps, but he’s already interrupting her.

“I’m almost an adult.” He doesn’t raise his voice, but he comes close. The cut in his lips pulls painfully, but he ignores the twinging. “You don’t get to just tell me what to do.”

Rebecca steps closer, resting her hands on the railing of his bed. She leans over until she is staring down imperiously at him. “You are not an adult yet, and you are still my son.” She straightens back up, tugging her lapels back into place. He opens his mouth to argue, but she holds up a hand, and something in her expression makes him stop dead. “This is not up for debate.”

[biki-hates-blizzard]

Aleph-Point א

Unsurprisingly...the World of Warcraft suffers from extreme powercreep, which shows the most in its constantly changing mythology.

Between bouts of refusing to acknowledge that the Shadowlands expansion ever happened...I have to contend with it being the aleph-point for the in-game universe.

Currently.

And it's from this foundation, I will begin building forward--first by examining the Xel'naga First Ones. The First Ones represent the quintessential cosmic forces from which magic, and the universe at large, springs.

"Current" in-game speculation says that there were probably six Xel'naga First Ones who...simply just "existed," and eventually came together to craft the six governing forces of reality--Light, Void, Order, Disorder, Life, and Death--and the pantheons which embody them. They did this with the all-encompassing power of m a t h.

Fuck. That's my one weakness, dammit!

Who could ever, possibly, in this universe or others--understand the deep intricacies of...mathical power?

Wait-- Wait. Tso tells me...there are do this for a living? Even just for fun? And they're call mathmagicians? OH, MATHEMATICIANS.

Well, I guess that sucks all the magical mystery out of the First Ones.

Anyway, I keep saying "current" because every couple of expansions--Warcraft realizes that players are too strong and so they trap themselves in a cycle of having to create new layers to the layers already existing, accidentally retconning something in the process.

Now their hope is that they can--oh wait, a second; they just changed everybody's levels and the level-caps, I sure hope nobody worked too hard to get to Level 200 before being told they were Level 60 now.

All right.

We can fix this issue very easily.

Very easily.

How?

The magical, mythical, amazing power of...

" Shutting the hell up. "

The article for the First Ones (and Magic, actually) uses this word a lot: "Mystery." But the problem with trying to create a sense of mystery, especially when you have the sort of habit that--Blizzard has--of so vehemently trying to insert answers, for everything, that they systemically strip away all agency and identity that anything and everything in the setting has managed to garner...is that there will be absolutely no mystery leftover. And that this word "mystery" is just kind of a teaser for content that will be inevitably provided (for an additional $50 ~ $90 USD.)

So, here is how I am going to...end the issue of power-creep within the setting AND do away with the nonsense of "mystery":

I'm not going to write out anything for the First Ones.

I'm not going to write out anything for the Titans. (Who made the worlds, but are also actually the worlds, but it turns out didn't make the worlds?)

Nor for the Old Gods. (Not to be confused with the First Ones, because they're different but also mysterious; except not really, we killed all of them?)

Instead, these will be considered religion. Lore. Knowledge which people kill each other over, in their grand and delusional pursuit of trying to prove themselves more correct than their peers through violence. Ah...people.

The Americanism Aspect

...You know, it would just feel absolutely awful if I spent $100 or so a year--for twenty years--to keep up with content and then someone manages to just get their hands on all of it for a singular price of $100--except I get to enjoy the knowledge that every time a new expansion comes out, there's a whole host of content that just gets thrown into oblivion, never to be experienced by anyone who wasn't a loyal fan from the start... Oh dear.)

I hadn't even realized that the true reason behind Blizzard releasing "Classic" was because of lost content. And this money-making game of theirs actually uh...perpetuated a divide among fans, instilling a sense of fanaticism and elitism in what should just be...a community.

Sounds just like America. (You're going to see this trend...a LOT...on this blog.)

...sigh...

Okay, y'all. I really didn't expect to already get into this portion of the blog, so soon. But here we are, demonstrating the troublesome parallels that the very fundaments of the game and the setting have to Americanism. Americanism--that's my attempt at finding a term for the unique brand of divisive capitalism which commandeers the United States, fooling the leftwing and rightwing fanbases into pitched battles on Twitter (and the streets) while the corporations who own their merchandise just keep getting fucking richer and richer by stoking their fires. New and old fans will always be pitted against each other, because instead of providing content--Blizzard is providing its pet fanbase with a ceaseless flow of limited-edition treats. Not even really content, at this point, just fuel.

If you haven't been following from the start, you're shit out of luck. If you have been following from the start, you're still shit out of luck--because the character(s) you fell in love with are going to change completely in the next expansion, because Blizzard takes offense to a character having any sort of verisimilitude or agency to them.

Fuck you, Blizzard.

[yeoyeos]

San as a boyfriend [fluff, smut]

warnings: fluff and smut are separated separated you have choices,i went into heavy detail with he smut but there's a warning,bondage,breeding kink,name calling[slut,daddy,whore], spit kink,hickeys,squirting

lmk if i missed something

fluff -

outright and outgoing immediately

it's so easy to be comfortable around san 

he's always making jokes and always making sure to be kind 

he's as kind to others as he is to you and it makes you fall in love with him more everytime 

learns you, your likes and dislikes very quickly 

so he makes personalized jokes that are funnier than before 

will debate that 2 butt cheeks make a butt [sry if you don't don't get that reference😭] 

he's another one that gets comfortable quickly 

will be biting you 

ALSO 

plans the best dates 

like the most romantic of dates 

and they're frequent too 

it's all dates where you're doing what you like 

he refuses to go to a place that he likes simply because he wants to make you happy 

you'll have to force him 

but he's romantic as fuck 

he plans them out WEEKS in advance 

it's like he's planning a birthday party 

most times he's with you watching TV or paying games 

but because it's san it's gonna be fun 

he'll build pillow forts with you and you'll stay in there for hours

just talking and talking and talking

shows his love in tiny ways

like getting a certain colour you like for your toothbrush 

might actually keep a list of cute things couples do 

or cute shit to do on dates

and ways to swoon you by doing certain things

like working out in front of you

eating ramen and binging dramas are a must 

it's a tradition you guys do AT LEAST once a week 

always shows you his fancams and asks

"hey so what do you think about my performance?" 

makes you watch it attentively 

watches you watch him dance 

and you better gas him up 

he deserves it anyway he always does a good job 

tell him how good you think he did  

he'll be all smiley and blushy about it  

ALL 

DAY 

he's always smiling 

that's why he hates fights 

any time y'all get in an argument he'll keep calm so you keep calm 

he'll give you space 

then he'll approach you to talk about it 

if you're still sensitive about it he'll leave and come back later 

he'll have you as a guest on his personal content thing

while protecting your identity ofc

and he'll bring you with him to practices because he loves the way you cheer him and the guys on😭 

he's just the sweetest and coolest s/o 

smut -

HARD DOM 

it's rare to get him to sub 

call him sir/daddy/master 

anything as long as you respect him

says things like 

"such a pretty little slut bent over for daddy like the good whore you are"

dirty talk📈 📈 📈 

explores ALL the kinks

even the ones he may not be into

just for you he'll try them

gets EXTREMELY dirty in bed

i mean REAL messy

i'm about to go into detail so beware 

spit kink fs 

he'd bite and lick you everywhere 

he'd leave hickeys where everyone can see it

so everyone knows that you belong to him 

BREEDING KINK?!?!?!?!

like every time he fucks and you beg him enough he'd gladly

GLADLY  

bondage too omg don't get me started

fill you up

pray you don't try for a child

"baby it's been 3 hours, i need to fill you with more cum"

doesn't even matter where you are

he'll tie you up tight and torture you for hours 

he'll MAKE you squirt 

even if you never did or you think you can't  

he'll fuck you, finger you and eat you out until you do 

he'll MAKE you scream too

he wants everyone to know who's making you feel this good 

and TRUST 

he gives you the most mind numbing 

back arching 

eye rolling 

twitching orgasms 

okay m done with detail

and the aftercare?? wow

he's so good at aftercare

he'll treat you like a baby

care for you like you're so fragile you're about to break

no matter how tired he is

he'll put your needs before his

"here take this banana and water, i know you don't like bananas but it's all we have and fruits are good for you" 

a genuine sweetheart he is <3 

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[utilitycaster]

So I think this will probably be the last thing I'll say about this episode barring questions* until next week, because it is very true that it's extremely unresolved.

I feel like my personal qualms are hard to articulate well, and that might be why I feel nothing has been said in response to them.

I have no concerns regarding the cast not having fun/feeling unsafe (I think it's valid of Matt to address that on Twitter because I'm sure there are people who are saying these things; I'm just not one of them). I hope it's also apparent from this blog and the many things I've discussed over the past few years that I don't mind permanent character death in stories, nor do I mind violence or upsetting content (to the point that I find unsolicited offers of trigger tags annoying, in that they're more likely, to me, to be spoilers or pointless chatter, rather than anything helpful).

This morning I thought a lot about how I'd feel if Fearne and/or Orym weren't killed...and it doesn't really change what I dislike, which I think is an important perspective to bring up.

Much as I hope it's clear that I don't shy away from discussing death and mortality, I hope it's also clear that I like Imogen a lot and that she's been one of my favorite characters this campaign, and that I've enjoyed a variety of different character arcs for various different characters throughout the past two campaigns, both front-and-center ones and more subtle background ones.

Which is what frustrates me: this combat has the elements of an Imogen arc, and yet Imogen doesn't even feel important to it other than the button that must be pushed. I don't want to diminish the deaths of Orym and Fearne, and I get why that's such a huge part of the conversation, but when I get past that, this is what I fixate on: Imogen doesn't even feel like a person. It's just a thing Otohan is pushing her to do. It is, as others have said, almost cut-scene-like in nature.

More generally, I feel this is kind of the problem I have with a Dark Phoenix plot; those stories (the only ones offhand I can think of are Dark Phoenix and House of M, and I'll admit to only having broad comics fandom familiarity with both) end up primarily being about the other people fighting the effects of the reality warper, rather than the person who lost control of their powers, because as a key part of this kind of plot, that person becomes less of a character and more a force of nature (and not in the fun Keyleth way but in a 'Jean Gray is effectively dead and only the phoenix remains' way).

To be completely fair, I don't know if that's what has happened, and that's why I'm still watching. I actually can, through talking through this, see how a group hallucination or similar could make this all work as a plot point. If this ends up being, for example, a vision of a dark potential future, I will still have my criticisms of Otohan as a character and some details of this combat, but it could be handled well. It's not an easy landing to stick, but it's absolutely not impossible either.

Anyway I guess this is just to say that I would be interested in a thoughtful defense of the episode that addresses this and I haven't really seen one. Honestly, it might truly be that the only thoughtful defense is "it's not yet resolved, so wait a week" which is entirely fair. I'm certainly not going to pretend I'm not quick to judge nor that my judgments haven't been proven wrong by future episodes. I just kind of wanted to point out that most of what I've seen beyond "give it a week" have been "geez, death is okay" or "the cast is okay with it", both things I inherently agree with but which do not address what I actually have problems with.

*just a quick reminder to please keep things to questions and not statements on how you feel. Feel free to DM me if you just have thoughts, and on some level I understand preferring to send criticism anonymously to someone sympathetic to it given how criticism in general is at times taken in this fandom; but, and this is a whole other conversation, the best way to change that is to make your own posts, and if you are not up to that, and I understand if you aren't...I still will be deleting those anons until such time as things are a little less heated.

[just-another-miserable-prick]

Aight, we're doing this. It's headcanon time.

This is engines 1-6. This is all Sodor High School AU canon btw.

Thomas Gail:

Freshman. Tiny gremlin child. Full of energy and straight up refuses to shut the fuck up. No, he physically can't shut the fuck up. Prankster #1. Much like James, he's very over the top, but instead of his looks, I mean his pranks. Like, this little bitch wrote a whOLE ASS FUCKING MUSICAL for an APRIL FOOL'S PRANK. FOR REAL. (I'll make a post about that whole mess, it's the best fucking thing) Protects Percy with his l i f e.

Edward Belwett:

Senior. Braincell #1 of 2 of the entire Steam Team. Extremely farsighted but simply does not realise that it's a problem. Poor guy just thinks everyone sees the world like he does. (I dare you to try and change my fucking mind, also @zellezel, I'm stealing this, thank you very much) The caring dad friend and the team's designated therapist. Guy's got Rapunzel hair (as in floor length) and only James is allowed to touch it. Why? Let's just say the story involves fire. If you manage to piss him off, good fucking luck. Trans king.

Henry Holt:

Junior. Braincell #2 of 2 of the Steam Team. Very kind, gentle and anxious introvert. Absolutely fucked mentally AND physically (thank his mother- or rather birthgiver for that one) While he is a pacifist, he's known for having lost his cool a grand total of 2 times. (One of these involved Edward) Legend has it he threw a chair once. No one knows the truth though, except for the witnesses. I'd advise everyone to just stay on his good side for their own sake.

Gordon Rask:

Junior. HOO BOI, man be f u c k e d beyond belief. 6th of 8 siblings, parents are divorced, dad's an alcoholic, lord knows where mom went ("no hard feelings tho, good for her" says our local mess of a highschool junior), most of his siblings already booked it, life really went: "Welp- What could go wrong? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯" *dumps entire content of the Trauma Truck™ on this one guy*. So damn jealous of Scott and thinks or rather hopes that people don't notice. They notice, don't worry. ("I do the exact same thing he does and he gets all the recognition?! What about me?? What am I doing wrong?!") No wonder he's got such a bad temper.

James Bragg:

(This may or may not be me projecting my own issues onto this bitch) Sophomore. Almost homeless, as in his house, or rather what's left of it, could collapse literally any minute- (which it does at one point-) he tries to cover up his misery in public by acting like he's a vain, self-absorbed little sassy twink, and it seems to do the job. For now at least. When he's in private or alone with someone (aHeM, Gordon-) he's a m e s s in pretty much any way you can think of.

Percy Klein:

Freshman. Thomas' adopted brother and tries to be a voice of reason when Thomas is about to do something stupid (or illegal cuz Thomas w o u l d). Normally fails to stop his brother from committing his silly acts of mischief but hey, at least he's trying. Precious baby. If you somehow manage to anger him, he'll cuss you out in fluent German. Then it's over for you. He might as well be summoning a demon for all I know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (<- this coming from someone who studies german. I hate that fucking nightmare of a language.)

Ships? OH HELL YEAH!

To preface, these are just my preferences. If you ship something else, go ahead. As long as it's not like- Inc*st, p*dop*ilia, you know- disgusting shit. Or anything that involves Spencer. This is a Spencer hate blog. ANYWAY

Henry X Edward:

yes yeS YES Y E S- Yea this is my OTP, I fucking love these two, they are my life force and I want them to be my dads- in my mind it's the "slightly more social introvert X anxious mess of an introvert" dynamic and it's the cutest fucking thing. Edward confessed first, on Valentine's day! :D

Gordon X James:

Two fucked up guys looked at one another one day and thought "I could… try to fix him?". That's literally it and I love them. Like they're both absolutely fucked up to no end so they're really the only ones who understand the other's struggles and could help without making shit even worse. Love that they both have someone there for them :D.

Thomas and Percy are brothers in this AU ^^ I know I said it before but I'll say it again.

Thanks to @zellezel for inspiring me to finally write this thing :)

[sunnygrey99]

The Silent Witch In The Woods Pt. 5

~Trigger Warning: Minor mentions of death, typical TWD triggers~

Things mostly stayed the same for a couple more weeks. Maggie talked to you a lot more often though, and by proxy so did Glenn. It was nice that they were more welcoming. You went out of your way a little more to talk to others even if it was simply writing Would you like help with that? The stares started to change slowly from distrust and disgust to light smiles and nods of recognition. Sasha also came by every once in a while to talk after finding out you overheard their conversation. You told her she didn't need to apologize and you understood why she thought what she did. She still did anyway if not for you then for her own sake. It was understandable that things were so messy but now you just had to be more diligent in showing people you were there to help.

You spent most of your days in the garden now or tending to the animals. It was a bit lonely without Daryl next to you anymore though. He went back to going on runs with the others and doing more mechanical work while he was in Alexandria. It didn't stop him from visiting you in the garden though. He always brought you something from his runs but this time when he came back from his week-long run he had a whole bag for you. You saw him approach out of the corner of your eye. You smiled at him before seeing he was covered in what looked like ash and soot. Daryl? What the hell happened to you? You looked him over frantically and hoped for no serious injuries. He only shrugged and brushed your hands off.

"Quit fussin' over me 'm fine little witch" He smirked at you as you huffed at the nickname. You crossed your arms and gave him a dirty but still playful look. "Really 'm fine. I made a stop by your old place to check the damage." He deflated a little bit as he pulled the bag from over his shoulder and handed it to you. "It's all I could find. Figured you could use at least some of it."

You opened the bag quickly looking to see what he had found. It was amazing the things that had survived. Your old crystals and even a dried herb box that somehow made it through. Then that's when you saw it. It was the contents of a very small safe that you had in the hut. You slowly pulled the photo booklet out and stared at it. You didn't realize how long you just stared at it till you felt Daryl put a hand on your shoulder. You snapped up to look at him and ended up just full force hugging him and sobbing into his shirt. He was tense but hugged you back nearly as fast. He had no idea why you were crying but he stayed there as long as you needed. You pulled back and wiped the tears before opening the small book and showing Daryl the first photo in the book. It was of a teenage you holding a small bundle of blankets with the biggest smile on your face. He looked from the book to you in question. All you signed was My baby boy Adrian. You could see more questions forming just by looking at Daryl's face but you knew he wouldn't ask. Not with what he just saw you go through.

It was getting later in the day and you knew there wasn't much left to do today so you dragged Daryl back to the house to go through the booklet with you. It was odd seeing yourself in some of the photos without the tattoos and then suddenly with them. It wasn't till you made it to the last few photos that you got less animated about talking about your son with Daryl. After all the holiday pictures and family photos, it came to the hospital. Not even 2 photos later it was a funeral. Daryl didn't say anything he just looked at you with his hand comfortingly on your knee.

You took a deep breath before starting to sign again. He was 4 years old. His dad left when he found out how sick Adrian was. When we found out there wasn't anything we could do to stop it. I tried so hard to find answers but none ever came. In the end, I'm glad he didn't have to see the world end, but I miss him every day. You let the tears fall again but looked away from Daryl and closed the book. You decided to get up and put it in a safe place on a shelf. It was a few more moments before you felt Daryl put a hand on your waist and turn you to face him. He wrapped his arms around you in one of the most comforting hugs you'd had in a long time. You felt all the tension come off of you like the world had lifted a huge weight off of you. In the next few days, you felt lighter and thanked Daryl every time you saw him. It didn't escape you the way he seemed to blush every time, but you chalked it up to him not getting thanked often.

In the next coming weeks you started to feel even more of a pull to Daryl, and every time he had to leave on a run you felt an emptiness creep in. Apparently, you weren't the only one to have noticed. Maggie came up to you in the garden as you picked the fresh beats that were finally ready. Maggie bent over starting to help you. "You know the longer you pine after him the more you will doubt things." You blushed and looked up at her before pulling your board again. What do you mean? She chuckled and pointed over her shoulder to Daryl as he headed out the gates for another short run. "That man is so wrapped around your finger that he has to unwrap a little to go out on a simple run or risk being stuck at the gate. Ain't no way you are blind to that." She smiled at you putting some beats in a basket. You just chuckled and shook your head. No way he likes me. He's just being nice to me. Maggie rolled her eyes playfully before nudging you. "We'll see about that." You didn't think much of the conversation at the time but soon you'd understand why she said that.

Part 6

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