#anyway. sorry anon i didn't mean to dump all of this on you ;;;;;;;

[stormyoceans]

god how many men does sea have....... 😮

NGL FRIEND I KINDA LOST COUNT. LIKE THE MOMENT I RAN OUT OF FINGERS THAT'S WHEN I STOPPED TRYING TO KEEP TRACK. THERE ARE SIMPLY TOO MANY AND HE JUST KEEPS COLLECTING NEW ONES

YOU'VE HEARD OF SEA TAWINAN AND HIS MEN: A NONCOMPREHENSIVE LIST GET READY FOR SEA TAWINAN AND HIS MEN PT. 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

[the quality of some of these is so tragic im so sad]

now you might think 'well surely this is it' but LO AND BEHOLD!!!!!!!! THERE IS MORE!!!!!!!! may i interest you in ohm thipakorn saying sea is the most handsome in GMMTV???? or how about sea and fourth being the cutest and ending up holding hands???? or how about thee nanon korapat smiling widely at sea and pulling him unnecessarily close???? and im not even gonna drag the directors into this or we're gonna be here forever

THE POINT IS. SEA TAWINAN HAS ALL THE MEN IN GMMTV WRAPPED AROUND HIS LITTLE FINGER AND IM PRETTY SURE HE IS NOT EVEN FULLY AWARE OF THE POWER HE HOLDS

[melodic-haze]

What if breeding and overstimulating Ei? Fucking her through her orgasm and continuing to fuck your dick into her abused hole, fucking your cum deeper into her pussy to make sure she takes all of it....

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Ei x dom!amab!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader with a dick, dumbification

☆ — NOTES: Blame Miko 🤷‍♀️ but also I've been wanting to write Ei and/or Miko for so long THANK YOU ANON

Put me and her in a room and I'm not gonna be the one coming out pregnant just saying 🫶

Realistically this is probably (definitely) Miko's fault for getting into her head, but she had lent her a book that she didn't realise was.....less than innocent

It was a novel that described some rather salacious scenes that had Ei go from confused to surprised to flustered.. and then to that feeling of neediness welling inside her. It's got her thinking of you and what you can do to her, which then eventually led to her personally seeking you out for a bit of a 'reading session' 🥰

Mini thought dump so if you don't wanna read then skip this point. Ok as someone who loves getting into logistics and how things would work hypothetically, I find this situation funny bc like. If Ei can model her body to whatever she wants it to be bc it's synthetic, which means taking out whatever she deems unnecessary, then would she have a reproductive system? Would she deem it important?? Would you even have anything to insert yourself into or is she just. Cursedly smooth

Anyway thought dump over, sorry for the crisis even though you were expecting 🌽. MOVING ON

It's hard to believe that the woman you're dicking down is Inazuma's very own revered Archon when the one you've got underneath you at this moment looks so unbelievably fucked out and far off: eyes clouded and rolling to the back of her head, fingers digging into the sheets, mouth glistening with a mix of your saliva and the drool on the corner of her mouth, hair out of its normal braid and surrounding her like some kind of purple aura

And that's not even accounting the occasional spark of electro here and there to which she had initially apologised for. Though that was before she became all dumb and lost all sense of thought and responsibility, her mind practically turned to mush as you keep on pistoning her relentlessly. Now she's just REALLY unaware of anything and everything else but you and how good you make her feel. Everything else is just SO overwhelming for her little brain 😞😞😞😞

"I-- I'm c-cumming again, I-- feel the--"

"'s okay, baby," you groaned out, putting her legs above your shoulders as you moved within her, "you can cum."

It will never cease to amaze you, how your words had such an effect on the strongest figure in all of Inazuma, especially when your words get her to react so very intensely—her insides squeeze you like a vice as her hips lift off the bed in an attempt to get you as close to the base as possible.. or at least, she tries to.

Despite all that strength she has, all it takes you is a press down onto her abdomen as a way to both keep her hips down and to add more pressure on her and suddenly she's all pliant. The poor girl can't even scream—she was never really the type to—so when she opens her mouth, she doesn't make a sound as you push your hips into her in a particular way before stilling your movements as you came inside for.. who knows how many times it's been?

The amount of cum that spills out from her pussy despite your cock practically plugging it shut is enough of a giveaway that you've been at it for a while though.

..But you find that you don't really care when you start up all over again, not giving her enough time to come down from her high and overwhelming her completely.

You act out whatever she saw on that book of hers: the poses, the positions, the angles, whatever she thought was interesting to her. She used her lack of present knowledge to her advantage too—she had asked you for a proper demonstration, seeing as how she had been trapped in the PoE for the longest time so she fears she's not all that familiar with these.. new words or phrases!!

Half of it was true but other half of it was her just trying to lure you. And it worked so 🤷‍♀️ fair game

You make sure to stuff her silly with all of you, scooping up what drips out and stuffing it back in to make sure that nothing goes wasted. That proves to be a hard task as you proceed though because throughout your many rounds and the actual breaks in between, there IS a limit to how much she can have inside her so it's inevitable that it'd spill

Not like the sight isn't great, it's actually the opposite—just seeing YOUR own cum practically overflow in her pussy like that? FUCK just the thought of her insides being painted white because of you??? It's the way that if you pressed down on her abdomen without your cock clogging her entrance, it'd gush out in streams.......ohhhhgoodness

Your lover stares down absentmindedly at her pussy, hole agape and very much abused and so so so filled up and stained and whatever it is she could think of to describe it. Such warmth was inside her, the feeling of being full never quite leaving her—not as if it ever could for a good while, when you've filled her with so much cum that it's spilling without anything to prevent its escape from within her.

She had designed this body with the thought of only keeping necessary systems on the design for optimal use in upkeeping eternity and avoiding erosion. Why she had designed it with erogenous areas in mind? The reason eludes her, but now not only does Ei thank herself from going through with it, she is lamenting the lack of a complete reproductive system.

While becoming pregnant would.. pose for mixed results during her planned time to make amends to the nation for running away and keeping a narrow mind on what eternity could mean, she had wondered how the session would have felt with such capabilities. Would it have felt better? The same? Worse?

..Perhaps she will take a note to reassess the Shogun's model later.

Zooweemama by GOD I need her, end of story good night all

[si1verghosts]

Hi!

3. A kiss on the forehead😌

helloooo dear anon!! i am sorry this took so long i could not for the life of me figure out to write but then ! i wrote this on the 4th and i realized it could work... maybe... sorta. this may not be what you were expecting/wanting but there's forehead kisses in there.... somewhere 🫡 also, if u are not american i apologize for giving you a july 4th fic 😭 but the holiday is relatively inconsequential here like theres no patriotism it's just a backdrop if u know what i mean.... anyway, i hope u enjoy <33

you taste like the 4th of july

di leon s. kennedy x fem reader (no use of y/n)

wc: 3.5k

18+ | cw: mentions of drinking | tw: thoughts about death and dying

tags: established relationship; fluff (i guess??); slight changes to canon to suit author's headcanons

read on ao3

a/n: for the past few months i've been working on this very insane multi-chap post di leon fic 😵‍💫 this was written with that in mind But does not have a place in that story... probably.... idk!!! either way, i think it can be read as a standalone just fine

additionally, there is a scene in here where leon picks the reader up. i would just like to say like... he gets thrown into concrete walls on a biweekly basis and gets up and walks it off without issue so i think he can lift anyone no matter their size or shape!!

not beta read or proofread - sorry if any of it is gibberish i've had a wicked migraine the past few days... will maybe attempt to proofread once i can see correctly again 🚬🧍‍♀️regardless, all mistakes are my own

i do not own leon or any other resi character mentioned, etc etc, please don't sue me <3

please do not use my work to train any sort of AI chatbot and/or writing generator.

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"It was a good day, wasn't it?" Leon asks, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder as you stand over the patio table, cleaning up the abandoned plates and platters.

You hum. It was; a beautiful, cloudless July 4th, spent with Leon's friends in the backyard of your home. The only ones missing were Ashley and Ingrid; the former having a standing family commitment and the latter planning to spend her holiday on the beach, away from the country and your fiancé.

Typically, Chris hosted the Independence Day cookout, but Leon offered up your new home as this year's venue, citing your in-ground pool and the plenty of extra space you have for guests to stay. In reality, he just wanted the chance to out-grill Chris - he'd been preparing since Memorial Day; testing different spice and sauce combinations as well as stocking your freezer full of large cuts of meat.

He'd started before you were even awake, chopping and seasoning in the kitchen, slowly loading up the smoker. You'd joined him on the patio a few hours later, watching from your pool floaty as he poked and prodded at various things.

You don't even eat meat, didn't know the whole thing was so involved, but you did enjoy the view; worn blue jeans hugging his frame as he crouched to check a thermometer.

You had taken a short break from the water, tying up lights and setting a few little decorations around before your guests arrived. Rebecca was the first, tucking her jugs of pre-made cocktail and platter of deviled eggs into your fridge before joining you on the patio.

Chris wasn't far behind, unloading two coolers filled with beer and containers of homemade potato and pasta salads. He'd handed one off to you, grinning, "Claire made one just for you this year."

You'd thanked him, making another attempt to get him to share his family's recipes with you. It was futile, you probably couldn't even waterboard it out of either of them.

Claire had arrived on her motorcycle shortly after, pulling a bundle of fireworks out of her saddlebags. "Sorry I'm late," she said - even though she wasn't - dumping the pile on the ground, thankfully far away from the grill. "Had to stop for these."

Leon had crouched down to inspect them, listening intently as Claire told him about all the different varieties she'd purchased while you relaxed back into the pool.

Sherry arrived next, Jake trailing behind her. She'd left both him and her bags of chips at the table, giving Leon and Claire quick hugs before immediately joining you in the water.

She'd slipped in right beside your floaty, grabbing your hand to get a look at your engagement ring - she'd yet to see it, having been so busy with work. Her eyes widened at the ring as she pushed her sunglasses up to rest on top of her head, "Leon picked this out? Our Leon? Leon Kennedy? Are you sure?"

You'd giggled at her astonishment, "Ashley helped him out; took him to one of her favorite jewelers."

"I should've guessed," She nods. "For my 20th Birthday, he bought me this crazy cute pink tennis bracelet and I was like, 'no way you picked this out alone.' He fessed up that he got a little help from a friend named Ashley.

"At the time, I thought it was just some girlfriend - or hoped, I guess. Back then, I spent a lot of time hoping that Claire and Leon weren't just… working; I liked to think they were taking time for themselves, that they were happy," she had trailed off then, looking off to the tree line behind your house for a minute. Blinking the mist from her eyes, she shrugged, continuing on, "Anyways, I'm thankful to Ash for that bracelet, it was there with me though… a lot. And I'm thankful to you for making him happy, like I always wanted him to be."

With that, you slid off the float to give her a hug, holding her tight as you whispered your thanks. You had worked to bite back your tears - if she didn't cry, neither would you.

Luckily, Jill had walked in a few seconds later, providing a distraction in the form of the most ridiculously large watermelon. "Hey, Kennedy," she shouted, pulling Leon out of his conversation with Claire as she gestured to the melon tucked under her arm. "Can't burn this, can I?"

Leon had thrown his head back with a laugh - in previous years, Jill had always brought boxed brownies with extra crispy edges and Leon invariably had to make a comment about them. "I don't know," he had shrugged, "When it comes to you, Valentine, I'll never say never."

Jill had reared the watermelon back, acting as if she was going to throw it at him. Leon had thrown his arms up, shielding his face, causing everyone to crumble into laughter at the scene.

"It was nice," you agree, reaching to pick up the barong machete he had given Jill when she asked for a knife to cut the melon. "We do have kitchen knives, you know," you scold mockingly, gently waving the blade around.

"I know," he says, releasing you to reach around and pluck the machete out of your hand. "It's good to exercise these every once in a while, though."

You roll your eyes at him, "It's a machete, Leon, not a horse."

He waves you off, slipping through the patio door to wash the blade in the kitchen sink. You take the opportunity to speed clean, knowing it'll be a much harder task once he returns and wraps his arms back around you.

Thankfully everyone had taken care of their own plates and cups - they'd tried to stay and do more but you had ushered them out of the backyard, wanting Chris, Sherry and Jake to depart before the traffic picked up with the crowds leaving the city following the fireworks shows. Jill, Claire and Rebecca had taken up on your offer to stay, at least, piling into your guest rooms. You were glad to have them, secretly plotting to drag them to brunch once you all woke.

You finish piling the platters as Leon makes his way back outside. Before he can get his hands on you and derail your progress, you point to the stack, "Take those inside."

He frowns, "Can't it just wait until tomorrow?"

"We'll get ants; come on, five minutes and it'll be done."

He sighs, but doesn't protest further, carrying the heavy plates inside as you follow him with the utensils. You stack everything by the sink before turning to him, "Is there any of Becca's cocktail left?"

He cocks his brow, tilting his head, "You really want to try that again?"

It's a valid question - you had given it a go earlier and despite everyone's warnings to take it easy, you had thrown back a large mouthful right off the bat. You ended up wincing in pain, "Fuck, that burns. What'd you put in there, Becca?"

She'd shrugged, "Oh, you know, a splash of this, a splash of that. And," she teased, drawing out the vowel, "A bit of my own creation."

"Your own creation…" You had muttered, trailing off before it hit you, "Test tube alcohol?"

She had giggled, grinning, "Takes some getting used to."

You had tried another, much tinier sip. You were able to enjoy the sweetness of the juice for a moment before the burn kicked in again, causing you to curse once more, louder.

Leon had shifted his attention from Chris to you at your exclamation. Seeing the jug of Rebecca's cocktail in front of you on the table, he quickly pieced together what was happening, calling over to Rebecca from his place by the grill, "You trying to kill my fiancé, Becks?"

"Absolutely not; that'd be a stupid thing for me to do," she'd shot back. "She's the only one who can keep you in line, and we kind of like you like that."

"Well," you start, rolling the word around your mouth, "No. But yes - there's gotta be some sort of trick to it, right? Everyone else drank it just fine."

"The trick is," he starts, voice low, reaching out to grab ahold of your hips, "To not drink it. Let me make you some tea instead."

"Fine," you pout, relaxing into his grip, not bothering to argue - tea won't make you hate yourself in the morning.

He moves his hands from your hips, sliding his fingertips along your spine. "Go wait outside," he says, releasing you with a featherlight kiss to your forehead, "I'll bring it out."

With a brush of your lips against his cheek in thanks, you slip away from him, heading back out to the backyard and pulling off your shorts, settling onto the ledge of the shallow end of the pool. The air has cooled with the setting of the sun, becoming a comforting warmth instead of an overbearing heat. You dip your legs into the water, thankful you insisted on having a pool when you and Leon were house hunting.

Someone is still setting off fireworks; they're a few miles away, though - you can hear them more than you can see them. Resting back on your palms, you close your eyes, imagining what bursts of color may be accompanying each sound.

Leon joins you a few minutes later - just after the fireworks had died down - sporting his swim shorts and carrying your tea. He bends, setting the mug next to you with a kiss to your temple, nosing at your hair. "Earl Grey," he reports before drawling, "How terribly unpatriotic of you."

"You going to arrest me for treason, Agent Kennedy?" You laugh, reaching up to squeeze his thigh below the hem of his shorts. "You're the one who made it; they'd nail you as an accomplice."

He falls into a crouch, leg muscles bunching under the pads of your fingertips as he shifts closer to touch his lips on your cheek. "They can hang us together, then," he remarks, voice a bit too serious for it to be just a joke. "Side by side, off the same branch."

You sit back just enough to get your eyes focused on him, reaching your other hand out to thumb at his bottom lip. "Dulce et decorum est pro cor mori," you whisper, tacking on a hum in question.

He cocks his head at the unfamiliar words, nipping at your nail playfully, "English please, baby."

You consider him for a moment, the translation of the true phrase running through your mind; how sweet and honorable it is to die for one's country. The old lie, it's come to be known as - fittingly.

It's a similar sentiment to one that's grown to become your fear; that he'll die for the sake of the country, under orders from the government, believing it was his duty.

But you think your spin on it may be true; would be willing to find out.

You don't want to weigh him down with the thought, though, choosing to reel him in for a kiss instead. "I love you," is the answer you settle on, laying the words down right on his tongue.

He seems content with your translation - the method of delivery likely having something to do with it - humming into your mouth. He kisses you back lazily for a long, languid moment before he pulls away, "As much as I'm enjoying this, I've been wanting to get in there all day," he says, nodding his head towards the water.

"Go," you chuckle, giving him a gentle push away from you with the hand still resting along his face.

He lays another quick peck against your lips before standing, padding around the edge to the steps. He pauses for a moment to pull his shirt over his head, skin honeyed under the soft glow of the lights you'd hung around the patio.

A second later, he slips under the surface without hesitation; kicking off the steps, moving quickly to the deep end. He almost shimmers as he glides along the floor of the pool, the rippling of the gentle waves he'd created making him seem like some sort of mirage as he passes by you.

He comes up for air once he hits the far wall, tossing his hair back, smoothing the water from his eyes. He doesn't rest long, though, beginning to swim short laps across the width of the deep end.

You observe him, sipping your tea slowly, appreciating the way his back and arms work with each stroke. He continues long enough for you to nearly drain your cup, stopping short when another trio of fireworks set off in the distance.

Setting your mug down, you eye him, preparing to slip into the pool to soothe him if you have to, but he relaxes once he connects the sound to the flashes in the sky. The tension that had flooded the line of his shoulders drains into the water as he shifts to wade backward, moving closer to where you sit.

You finish off your drink as he starfishes out across the surface of the water, floating just a few feet in front of you. You wonder if you could use him as a floaty, pinning up a note in your brain to try it out sometime.

"I'm glad you insisted on a pool, sweetheart," he sighs, breaking your companionable silence.

You hum, pleased, kicking your legs out gently and causing the water to lap against his skin. More fireworks sound out; he doesn't tense this time, but he does get his feet back under himself, moving to where you sit along the ledge.

Sliding his hands up your legs, he pillows his head in your lap, wet hair fanning out across your thighs. You shift your weight back onto your right hand, laying the other along his jaw. His eyes flutter closed as you brush your thumb along his cheekbone and the scar that runs beneath it.

He picks at the tie of your bathing suit absentmindedly, tugging at the strings when you slide your hand into his hair, scratching at his scalp. "Sherry said something to me earlier."

He makes a noise urging you to elaborate, not bothering to open his eyes.

"She told me that when she was younger, she hoped that you and Claire were living your lives; that you were doing more than just working, you know? She said she wanted you guys to be happy," you explain, working to keep your voice even.

He cracks his eyes open, picking his head up to watch you as you continue. "She thanked me," you swallow thickly, "for making you happy, like she always wanted you to be."

He smiles at your words, and it's a beautiful thing. You still get all twisted up inside with how gorgeous he is; neurons overclocking themselves with the thrill of being the subject of his attention.

"I owe you a thank you, too, baby," he starts, pausing to nose at your wrist.

"You don't owe me anything, Leon," you tug at his damp strands still between your fingers, highlights catching the yellow glow from the lights around the patio.

"I do," he says, the words sending a jolt through you. You never intended on getting married, yet here you are now, eager to hear the phrase on the altar.

He kisses the thin skin of your wrist, lips lingering as if he can feel the thrum of your heartbeat; knows that the pace has picked up under his affection. "All this," he pulls back, taking a hand off you to gesture to the pool; the backyard; the house; to you. "It's something I never thought I'd get.

"Sherry's right - you're behind basically every bit of happiness I have now, sweetheart; I owe it all to you." He reaches up, untangling your grip from his hair, thumbing gently at the ring he put there, "Thank you."

You can't respond verbally, will burst into tears if you do. In lieu of speech, you lean forward, pressing your lips against his insistently.

He seems to get the message; understands that the pleasure is all yours, that you'd give him anything and everything you can - knowing he'd do the same for you.

He gets his arms back around you, continuing your kiss as he lifts you from the edge of the pool and into the water with him. You wrap your legs around his waist, safe and secure in his hold.

His teeth catch along your bottom lip and the neighbors down the street set off fireworks, the bright bursts of color painting your backyard in reds and blues and greens and oranges. The sparks reflect off the surface of the water as he slides his nose against yours and not for the first time, you think this may all be a dream. Maybe you died four years ago and this whole thing has been some sort of afterlife; you aren't sure you'd done anything worth this treatment, though.

Maybe it's more supernatural in origin; an intricate hallucination weaved by a Djinn that's got you chained up in some dark, damp basement as it feeds off your blood. Or maybe you just went crazy and the pool is actually a padded room, Leon's mouth against yours a product of your mind working to distract itself from your reality.

Whatever the case may be, it certainly feels real when he shifts his hold on you, hoists you up higher to get at your neck, laying kisses up and down the column of your throat, nipping at your jaw.

But before he can venture much further, the neighbor's fireworks show grows into an extravaganza, the relentless popping and bursting becoming a nuisance, shattering the illusion of your teeny-boppy movie moment.

"Jeez," Leon mutters, breath hot against the saliva cooling on your skin, causing you to shudder. "Did they buy out a whole tent?"

"Did you check that Claire actually went to bed?" You ask, shaking yourself free of his hold. "She could've joined them; brought everything I wouldn't let her set off here."

He hums, letting you down into the water, considering your words - even though you said it as a joke, it certainly is a possibility. You seem to come to this realization at the same time, eyes narrowing at each other as the spray of fireworks continues overhead. "We should…" He starts, nodding towards the stairs.

"Yeah," you agree, already beginning to move.

You pause to grab your towels, wrapping your own around yourself, throwing the other over Leon's shoulders when you catch up to him at the patio door. Stepping inside, you hear someone knocking around your kitchen.

Luckily, it's Claire. She steps back from the cabinet she'd been rifling through to face you and Leon with a frown. "Isn't this shit ridiculous?" She remarks, pointing to the ceiling in reference to the fireworks.

"You're one to talk, Claire," Leon shoots back. "Didn't you just set off about five hundred dollars worth of them in my backyard a few hours ago?"

"Yes, a few hours ago," she reiterates. "Nothing should be set off after the show at the Capitol is finished - after that, you're done; you missed your shot; better luck next year."

"Exactly," you nod in agreement at her reasoning, "They should put you in charge."

She grins at your words, moving to continue on, but Leon cuts in before she can start; "What is it that you were clawing through my cabinets for?"

She sighs, displeased with his interruption, setting her hands on her hips. "Where do you keep the ibuprofen?"

Leon shoos her out of the way, padding across the kitchen to get the medicine himself. Claire relents without argument, attention immediately shifting back to you as she leans over the counter. "So," she wiggles her eyebrows, "It seems like that pool was a good investment, huh?"

You bite at your lip, ears burning with embarrassment that she'd seen you and Leon necking in the water like teenagers - even though you shouldn't be flustered; it is your house, after all.

Leon sets the bottle of ibuprofen and a glass of water down in front of Claire, annoyance evident with the way he uses a bit more force than really necessary, causing the items to clack against the marble.

"What?" Claire questions, glaring at him. "It was cute."

Leon huffs in response, unable to hide the flush that crawls up his neck at her words. You can't help the giggle that bubbles out of you, enjoying the way they bicker like siblings.

Claire leaves Leon to stew, tossing you a grin as she collects the bottle and glass, bidding you goodnight once more before she leaves the kitchen.

You move around the counter to Leon, steps careful in an effort not to slip on the water that has dripped off him and onto the tile. The neighbors must've ran out of fireworks while you were distracted by Claire as it's silent when you wrap your arms around him, tucking your face into his neck. "Still a good day?" You ask, voice muffled against his skin.

He slings an arm around you, fingers fanning out along the small of your back, "Still a good day."

[jcollinswrites]

I'm the anon that sent the period ask.

Honestly, I didn't expect such backlash? Maybe I worded it wrong, but I was talking about what they would do for the MC. Like fuss over her and make sure she has everything she needs and comfort her in their own way. If you didn't want to answer the ask, you could have said so without making fun of it. I saw this ask in some other IFs and thought about asking, but as I said, maybe I worded it wrong. It's alright. No hard feelings. I understand.

I'm sorry, what?

You wanted to know how the ROs would comfort an MC on her period and instead you asked, and I'm quoting:

Let me ask the MEN,how would they react seeing a period blood strain on the F!MC's butt ?

?

I don't understand the mental gymnastics one needs to do in order to connect these two. If other authors can do that, well, good for them. I can't. To be frank though, I can very well imagine that the original asker (not you, obviously) DID mean what I thought it meant, and the first author who answered just assumed it was something more innocent, when actually, it was not. But, honestly... when you look at this question... what's the first thing that comes to mind? Because for me, it's all those stupid ignorant mf's who are grossed out by girls being on their periods. I'm glad that's not what you meant, and I also tried to answer the original question in good faith, but this ask is not worded in a positive way.

Also, I wasn't making fun of the question. I was completely serious. If anyone reacts in any way (other than being helpful) to a woman being on her period THAT MAN IS AN IGNORANT FOOL AND GIRLS, YOU SHOULD DUMP HIS ASS. But at the very least, that man needs some serious education.

Anyway, thanks for clarifying. The other question indeed sounds very different, and if you still want to know the answer, then here it is:

It depends on the MC. Because not everyone has bad periods. For some girls, it's horrible, for some, it's not that bad. The guys should know their girlfriends at this point, and they should know how to comfort them. There is no cure-it-all. They will all try to be helpful if MC needs it.

Sorry other messages in my inbox. I pulled this to the front because I was completely BAFFLED

[beeanca-writing]

That other anon was being an asshole, but I am curious about what you had planned for EfC? Not gonna lie, I'll miss the cast—would be nice to know what happens to who!

I'm still unsure what I'll do with EfC. I might come back to it once this current period of my life is over, though it'd likely be very different. First of all, it'd be a shorter story. I'd either get rid of some of the ROs, or find some way to better integrate them into the narrative (compare Harry, who you can have this huge, important backstory with vs Val, whom I love but is also just some guy, I guess?). It'd also probably be more focused on romance since that's usually what interests me the most in IF anyway.

I also might scrap a lot of it and stick to the storylines that interest me the most—mainly the Harry stuff. A shorter game dealing with The Hedonist returning to Court and having to face Harry sounds really fun to write, and it'd be a lot less complex to plan than this whole mess. Also, Harry is definitely a more developed character than some of the other ROs. For example, I love Camila to death, but she doesn't have much significance in the story other than "The Hedonist's friend" and I was never able to find her some meaning.

I'd also make The Hedonist even more of a fixed character by getting rid of all personality stats and focusing solely on their actions instead of worrying about personality. The stats were all carried over from CoG, and it's never been something I enjoy in their brand of IF. I was going to do this anyway when I first transferred the game to Twine, but stupidly asked Tumblr what they thought and, since most people preferred keeping the stats, I did that even though I didn't really want to.

As for to what would happen to the cast... In case I do come back to EfC, I don't think this would change much, so I'll put it into a read more in case someone doesn't want to know. If anyone has any more questions, don't hesitate to ask!

Grandma would die. Sorry!

Also, Cordelia was The Hedonist's twin who drowned in front of them, but that was a bit obvious, wasn't it? I'd definitely remove that from any rewrites, it's so unnecessary and cliché.

Henry would divorce Elizabeth to be with Nicholas. The Hedonist could either support him on this or not.

Due to the divorce, the rest of the family would be disgraced in Court. Evie's reputation is a little less affected if she's still with Harry.

As I mentioned in the past, The Hedonist can choose whether to stay in Court or not at the end.

The Hedonist and Evie can repair their relationship or not. Evie eventually makes an effort to become friends with The Hedonist, and you could choose whether to play nice or not. If The Hedonist romances Harry and you manage to have a good relationship, she forgives you, but asks for some time away from both The Hedonist and Harry.

I didn't really plan Camila's character arc well. She becomes a Republican rebel and can either still be friends with The Hedonist or have distanced herself a bit if they continue to be an asshole.

Sabina can choose to no longer be a nun if encouraged either by a friend or romanced Hedonist. If you romanced her but didn't encourage her to leave the convent, she dumps you. (Note: You later find out she was forced to become a nun by her family.)

Similarly to Sabina, Narcissa can choose to break things off with the Emperor if, again, encouraged either by a friend or romanced Hedonist.

Calvin's ending is the wildest one, actually. He finds out he's a father after the boy's mother passes away. The Hedonist can either tell him to abandon the boy or tell him to raise him (if Calvin is romanced, they kind of become a step parent).

Val can be encouraged to start studying to become a librarian. Also, his whole thing is that his father is the Emperor lol

Lastly, horse boy Harry will want to divorce Evie if romanced and marry The Hedonist instead. If you refuse to marry him, he divorces her anyway but doesn't stay with The Hedonist. A friend!Harry stays with Evie, I think? I don't know.

[azu1as]

hiiiiii i would like to offer this little time travel ilso x cm mini fic:

Hyun Jong feels faint when he finds Jang Ilso knocking (politely, at that!) Mount Hua's gates and proceeds to follow Chung Myung around like...like some sort of...

'This bastard!'

It takes all of Hyun Jong's will power not to break the wooden column he was currently hiding behind.

In the disciples' dining hall, Jang Ilso sat with his luxurious robes and glinting jewelry in front of Chung Myung who was grumbling annoyedly between mouthfuls of rice.

The leader of the Ten Thousand People Clan shamelessly pulls out a handkerchief to wipe off some excess rice grains from Chung Myung's chin. To everyone's surprise, Chung Myung lets him!

The other disciples were eyeing the scene with trepidation and shock. How was this possible?!

"You looks absolutely adorable, dear." Jang Ilso says, uncaring of the sudden hostility that rose up in the dining hall. "I want to eat you up."

Chung Myung gives him a disgusted and judegmental look. "Cut that out."

"I'm just saying that because I love you."

"Yeah, yeah," Chung Myung rolls his eyes. "I love you too."

Gasps echoed throughout the room at the declaration. Hyun Jong could see several disciples standing up from their seats with their hands gripping their sword's hilts.

Hyun Jong would be the first to stab the red-robed man if he didn't have to think about the potential political reprecussions of such an act.

Hyun Young, unfortunately, had much less self-control than everyone else in the sect combined and started making his way towards the man, yelling out: "YOU DARE SEDUCE OUR CHUNG MYUNG?!"

Jang Ilso chuckles with a smug grin forming on his face, "But he was the one who seduced me though?"

They all snap their heads towards Chung Myung who, to their mutual betrayal, didn't bother denying it. But the answer was very obvious because of the way his ears turned pink.

- 🍒 anon

im sorry for dumping this on you idk where else to share this XD do what you want with it

DON'T APOLOGIZE THANK YOU FOR DUMPING THIS ON ME I ADORE TIME TRAVEL !!!!!

But I'm not fully caught up with the novel so I don't fully know Ilso yet I'm so sorry 😭 Anyway!! This is so cute and silly 💖

Everyone's freaking out because what do you mean their youngest seduced someone from the Evil Alliance?? And their leader no less???

The Mount Hua disciples have never been more motivated to train and get stronger just so they can protect their demon brat from this worse bastard...!

Hyun Young is also adjusting their funds to hire a hitman as we speak.

P.S. If you need to gush about IlCheong with someone, I suggest going to @dew-in-the-morning 👍 they're obsessed (love ya, Dew)

[utilitycaster]

I HAVE VEILGUARDED. everything below the cut for spoiler reasons. I will also say to the anon I shut down earlier (again, me not you!) that I do intend to do a second run because I had a marvelous time, I would really love to do the Dock Town quests and explore Neve's other options (and romance her, frankly) and check out some of the other companion options (honestly I'd be open to almost all of them except for Lichdom. sorry I refuse to leave Manfred dead and I'm correct.) and maybe this time I'll actually solve the stupid wisp puzzles and get all the chests and uhhhhh maybe even play on Easy mode instead of Easier Than Easy mode (because lbr my equipment does not matter a ton because. story mode.)

because I am a good girl and did all the quests everyone lived. I also accidentally got the best ending, because Rook in this run is a romantic and optimistic person. This is funny to me because I am god's greatest hater and so I am ROLEPLAYING a character who is like yeah inquisitor go be with your boyfriend who looks like a stupid egg. I did have the Diet Essence Of Mythal but I've been informed the secret even better ending only hits if you know other past characters, which I don't, so whomst cares!

Takes on characters from previous games in brief. Obviously Harding is great. Solas gets his happy ending and that is FINE I guess. Generic Default Inquisitor Lavellan is like. again Rook is like "do what makes you happy but I am like DUMP HIM. which means that while Morrigan is very "I say things in a portentous voice that are extremely obvious" to me, her deep and abiding hater tendencies towards Solas do it for me. Obviously Varric is great as well. Dorian and Mae? Great (unsure if Mae is in previous games but anyway, love her). Not sure who else is a returning character but I think that covers the bulk of it.

This is very out of order but: because no one died other than of course Davrin in the Isle of the Gods, the pay respect for the dead scene is unintentionally really fucking funny to me, a person who has had to go into morgues for professional reasons. Literally like I walk into a morgue where I know zero people. I walk out. I pass Teia and Viago flirting aggressively as an archdemon ravages Minrathous. I continue.

The final conversations are really good; blighted Neve is of course horrifying but she gets better and her nailpolish, crucially, is not chipped. This is HILARIOUS to me. The final romance line with Bellara is lovely. The ending conversations are all really good but Taash's and Emmrich's were my favorite outside of Bellara's. My girlfriend and I are going to hang out with griffons and she's going to write so much fanfiction about us and it will be unhinged.

Hilarious and sexy of me to wear the appearance of the shadow dragons armor I got literally in like. Shadows of Minrathous or something. the entire fucking time. You can see it in the screenshots and I assure you it's only for the vibes (deep V neck and sick chest tats), I am actually in +8 Warden Champion full plate armor and wearing some wild-ass helm (I did not at any point hide the appearance of my shield. even when I was using the gaudiest gold one that looks like a shell from the lords of fortune. I eventually got a very sick-ass Mourn Watch shield). But it does feel really funny to like, pick Treviso, send Neve to the shadow realm, and wear this armor the full time. I literally didn't see Tarquin for like 2.5 acts.

Elger'nan's first form is weak to necrotic damage. I took Taash and Lucanis. I am fully statted out as a reaper. I have an AOE that does over a thousand necrotic damage. genuinely it was a comedy, I triggered the cut scene where Neve goes to the throne and wrests control so Solas can kill the archdemon almost immediately. Second battle was harder but also level 50 story mode so it was FINE.

I do think a Trick Solas ending would be fun; fighting him seems like it would just kind of suck but like. It's funny I actually really did feel grateful after Blood of Arlathan and then after he stuck me in the mind prison I was like FUCK THIS GUY FOR REAL even after he helped us through in the endgame and killed the archdemon.

Lords of Fortune continue to be hilarious to me. There's a codex that's very BY OUR POWERS COMBINED right before the final assault on Minrathous that I described thusly:

Then in the final scene before the narration the Lords are pulling people out of the wreckage. Imagine you're in a world-ending fight during an eclipse with wild-ass mood lighting and you are trapped under rubble as a horrifying blight tentacle monster rages above and then it all stops and THEN someone in a gold bikini helps you up.

In all seriousness the fact that the Mourn Watch and Lords of Fortune don't come up in the final narration does have me like. yeah whoever wrote their faction quests should have worked harder. I know the mourn watch is largely unscathed because there's no point blighting the undead but like, idk, I feel there could have been more venatori work there that tied into Zara's whole deal, and the Antaam or Wardens ties to Rivain could have been more thoroughly explored. Taash and Emmrich's companion questlines are fantastic but even playing Mourn Watch and loving the build and the vibe, I was like hmmmm this is underserved.

Second hater moment: loved the song over the credits but it felt jarring as hell to have a modern sound here. stick to the hans zimmer. this reminds me, I should listen to the soundtrack because as my Midst Mutuals can attest I am literally the worst at noticing themes. I know Harding's and Emmrich's because I really like them and like, I vaguely recall Lucanis's because it's got accordion elements but otherwise I'm like uhhhhh if it's not the main theme or the Solas theme I'm confused.

I also realized that hilariously, if you like Neve or Lucanis but are ok with romancing someone else (and I very much am) it's actually kind of great to fuck over their city because then you feel justified in taking them out on every single mission to try to up your bond level.

Finished with Lucanis, Harding, and Bellara fully level 10 and everyone else level 9 (including Davrin, RIP); I do wonder how you can get everyone to 10. I might have assigned some quests badly but also like, 9 ain't bad.

anyway feel free to ask questions; this was great and I'm so happy I did it.

[onelastskip]

Just out of curiosity, how many MCs did you make for Keyframes? Can you tell us a bit about them? I'm interested to know :D

OMGGG HAIII!!!

Technicallyyy 4? I played through the game on all seasons but my other MCs aren't as fleshed out (and I haven't drawn them...) — but I'll talk about what I have anyway!

So obviously Chi was my first baby girl, autumn, romancing Percy straight away, I yap about her a lot already but here's a fun fact I haven't mentioned yet, her full name is Chi Huệ Aubade, very cool!

My next mc was Mika (she's sort recycled from olba, sorta not because I hate the idea of being unfaithful to cove, idk if that makes sense just the way my brain works) she's a summer and... well I was supposed to romance Elio... but then the Percy summer meeting hit me like a truck and I went for him again... now she probably won't get fleshed out but I'm thinking of doing a male mc elio summer run (for real this time, no percy shenanigans)

And then I have my spring mc, Nari, and- I will admit I was very close to reromancing Percy but no! they are a Jamie romance (slowwburn tho) cause I found the cupcake confrontation was so good with a spring personality. So they're uh, well to describe them, in a word, they're self-assured (technically two but semantics). They're extremely competent and they know it, they have a big ego and tend to be overconfident, brash and competitive. Andd they also have a crippling fear of emotional connection and an avoidant attachment style. love my little guys who are so smart yet so very stupid. Anyway their dynamic with Jamie is sort of teasing? They were expecting to be annoyed by him bcos of his reputation but they ended up liking him more than they thought. They have a sort of "people disappoint me" expectation, a lot of the friends and relationships they've had in the past were shallow (not for lack of trying? but nari really didn't put any effort in) they only really mesh with deja and cam and don't even try to form deeper relationships with others, the boys are the first friends they've made in a while, and their first time besides with cam and deja actually trying to connect with people. They're an ISTJ and fun fact about them theyyy are very good at chess.

And lastly my winter mc, Yumi (name pending.) they're my no romance route (or slowburn? it depends how it plays out I guess). They're... to describe them in one word. Chill (lol). They're an artist turned law student and they are very go with the flow. They are also doing a minor of sociology! They stopped painting in their last year of highschool because they were told they needed to start taking things seriously (they had pretty bad-average grades before). While they're generally patient and relaxed, when they do get angry, they are no holds barred, cussing out authority figures, not a single thought in that brain, they get very passionate when they're being confrontational. They're an INTP and fun fact about them they know how to skateboard.

WAIIIIT- I'M GONNA USE THIS ASK TO YAP ABOUT THE ENNEAGRAM (sorry anon my attention span is kinda fucked, ADHD ramble incoming)

Okay I've mentioned before Chi's a 2w3, little lore drop, she's got family issues (eldest daughter in an asian family /hj) but yeah there's a lot of pressure from that direction, that's part why she's doing a law degree (polisci? I forget how it is in america), she was rushed into picking a degree and just went with what she was best at. Anyway I should probably explain the enneagram oops, OKAY, so she has a type 2 fixation, which basically means, she's got a gaping hole where her self esteem is and she tries to patch that up by creating relationships (people pleaser...), that's why she tries to be as helpful as possible all the time, she's got a deep seated fear of abandonment and feels like she can only be loved if she's providing some sort of support (usually as an emotional dumping ground) to the other person.

Buttt, thankfully when she got to college she met Deja and Cam, who did NOT fuck with that kinda behaviour so she's slowly getting better, I imagine over the course of her time at college she gets better at loving herself and sets boundaries with her parents, fixes the relationship (the other drama is she has younger siblings who are still with them and yeah) idk I just like writing character arcs like this it helps me understand my ocs better I think

onto my other mcsss:

uhh Mika's a 7w8, but I'm gonna skip her since she'll probably get reworked into something else anywayyy

so Nari has a type 5 fixation, their whole deal is they need to feel competent, need to feel like they understand the world around them because it's a scary place and if something doesn't fit in with the way they understand things that means they understand nothing. Anyway, their little character arc would actually be centred on the relationship, it's a story about them accepting emotional vulnerability, letting down their walls, losing their rigid world view, and choosing to trust in another person and fall in love :3

Yumi (name pending) has a type 9 fixation, their problem is... well basically, on the surface, they're confident, calm, collected, composed (heh alliteration), they really seem like they've got it all together but internally they've resigned themself to being another cog in the machine. They've lost their passion in life and they're stuck in the pit of "it is what it is". Their character arc would probably involve them dropping out of college and pursuing something they actually care about, that being art.

[holybibly]

Hi. I just wanted to say thank you so much for being kind and gentle even when you don't agree with someone's opinion. I just sent someone an anonymous ask about my personal views on shipping idols with eachother and my point was skewed in the post. They took it the wrong way and thought I was being homophobic. One of their followers commented on the post and started being really vulgar towards the anon (me) and the person I asked was being passive aggressive towards the end of their response to me. Anyways now I'm crying becuse I didn't mean to upset anyone and said in my post I was not commenting on anything they did at all. I really looked up to their blog and nowi don't feel welcome there. I sent them a second post trying to clear up my original points.

Sorry for trauma dumping I'm just glad your blog is a safe place for everyone and you treat everyone with respect. I'm a new atiny and this community just makes me feel really safe. (It was an SKZ blog)

Thank you for caring about people even if they aren't your bunnies!

Oh baby, I'm so sorry that happened to you, I hope you're feeling better now.

I don't think it really matters whether you're my bunny or not. Even though I only write for Ateez, I've been in the K-pop community for a long time and I've been in a lot of fandoms and experienced a lot of things. By the way, if anyone doesn't know, the group that introduced me to K-pop was Shinee, and I've been around for so long that I was there for the debut of EXO and most of the other groups.

I would also like to say that I try to describe the members in as much detail as possible so that even those fans who are not familiar with our boys can enjoy reading my work. I welcome all fandoms to my bunny kingdom.

As for my disagreements on some issues. I always emphasise that I am expressing my personal opinion and it is absolutely fine if someone disagrees with it. The same goes for my ffs, I am personally open to a huge amount of different perverted shit, and my list of warnings is quite extensive and detailed, so I am always surprised when someone writes to say that it was unpleasant or that I should add more warnings, turning the fanfic into one continuous red flag.

If you do not like it or feel uncomfortable - do not read it, you are consciously exposing yourself to something that will make you uncomfortable and disgusted after reading it.

It also annoys me a little that in a world that defends "one's own opinion", we are criticised and insulted for having the courage to disagree with the general opinion. And even if you are supposedly homophobic, that is your right, but you should not insult someone for it. There are different people, cultures, upbringings and religious beliefs, we have to be able to accept different points of view.

Let me tell you a personal story. One of my best friends is an ardent homophobe, but at the same time I know that she was brought up in a very strict religious family and it is quite difficult for her to perceive the world outside the traditional biblical canon. But this does not prevent me from communicating with her, I respect her opinion and try not to bring up the subject in our communication. We can communicate with people who are completely different from us and who have different views of the world around us. But for some reason, if your opinion is different, the crowd jumps on you with insults. I am so disgusted by this.

So I want to create a safe and maximally tolerant community where we can be who we really are, and even if we don't agree with someone's opinion, we can always express our thoughts in a gentle and respectful way.

Please, bunnies, be aware that I will not tolerate rudeness or disrespect on the blog, either towards me or my bunnies.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Hiya! Just yeeting a hc at you: I've always Headcanoned that Scout usually went with the Bat/frying pan due to shaky hands or smth. Could be caused by anything. But probably from the amount of energy that guy has is the most possible-

Hey bestie!! I wanted to answer this with a little doodle, but I can't really draw anything atm since it's nearly midnight for me. HOWEVER, I will share with you some of the research I did on hand tremors!

Disclaimer ⚠️: I myself am not a mobility aid user, nor do I personally experience hand tremors. I do not claim to know everything on the topic, and may be incorrect or wrong in some cases! If you'd like to know more, I highly encourage you do your own research!! Ofc, if you happen to know more than I do, feel free to correct me where I'm wrong :) and have fun reading!

I really like ur idea on the bat/frying pan for Scout! It does make sense for him to perfer those particular melees with hand tremors, since the small triggers on guns might be a bit fiddly to deal with. Maybe for the frying pan he'd have to wrap the handle so it's a bit thicker, and easier to hold! Like those big rubber grippers for utensils you can order online

Your ask made me think about what other things Scout might use/do in order to live with his tremors as comfortably as he can. I imagine he'll have to attend occasional physiotherapy sessions with Medic, to practice resistance training and working his muscles to help get steadier hands!

Of course, this also all depends on what kind of tremors Scout is experiencing, but since you said shaky hands, I'm going to guess Essential tremor, maybe? Essential tremor is one of the most common movement disorder, and it causes tremors mainly around the arms or hands, although it can also affect the head, voice, or other areas of the body. Essential tremor can be mild, or severe, depending on the person. I'm sure you weren't actually thinking about a specific type of tremor when sending in this ask, so I'm probably over-thinking this, but it's still interesting to learn!

I also think Scout would have to probably get a lil checkup after battles, especially since hand tremors usually worsen after intakes of caffeine (and Scout’s gotta be chugging that BONK all battle), and obviously after a bloody battle there's gonna be leftover adrenaline too. All of that combined means a lot of shaky hands, so off to the Doc he goes to de-stress!

There are also some mobility aids that help with tremors that Scout could use! Such as these braces/gloves (??) That dempens tremors. Now, I'm not sure how exactly these work, and I've never personally used them before, so their actual effectiveness is beyond me; but according to what I've read, they're apparently pretty helpful at stabilizing the hand (if only somewhat)

From what I understand, some of them are simply weighted gloves that you strap onto your hand, such as the ones shown in the second and third picture, but some have tiny little sensors in them that counteract against the tremors to "cancel out" the shaking?? (I probably didn't word that right)

Anyways, I had a lot of fun exploring more tf2 merc disability headcanons with y'all, and I hope you had fun too!! Sorry to anon for dumping this massive answer on you, you probably just wanted a simple doodle :')

If you happen to know more on the subject, or have personal experience, please do share and correct me if I got anything wrong!

Love you all! <33

[moon-thething]

Hey, so it's me, the one who requested Kevin last time. I suppose you can just call me the Kevin Anon, lmfao

But anyway, here's a scenario I thought of—Kevin and reader have a frenemy type relationship, since Kevin is usually annoyed by them due to their constant visits and antics(unless they just aren't the type of person to get up to stuff). Kevin and Reader do care about eachother deep down though, even if they get into verbal fights over stupid stuff a lot. But the thing is, over time, for whatever reason(since there are moments where Kevin sees Reader for who they actually are instead of finding them annoying), Kevin starts to develop a crush on them, and he doesnt know how to feel about it or process his feelings since he's quite literally crushing on his damn frenemy. So Kevin starts to act kind of like a Tsundere around them(/j). Okay maybe not a Tsundere, but he doesn't wanna be found out, so he tries to act like he "normally" does around them.

- Kevin Anon

Hello Kevin anon :D

Sorry that I had to reply so late to your request, I've just been busy

And also sorry if this request is kind of similar to the last one you sent, but anyways, let's begin

Romantic or platonic?: Platonic/romantic

Readers gender: gender neutral

Type: Fluff

Hope you enjoy :)

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You two had met at work

No other context needed. You two were just work buddies that had a quote on quote 'rivalry'

You two were pretty chill around the kids, but as soon s the store was completely empty you would make lighthearted comments/jokes, even if the store was still open, just no customers were coming in

Kevin would of course reply in the same manner. He would pull little pranks on you, but the pranks were really nothing too extreme

But when it comes to you two fighting, you two would fight in the store and as soon s you heard the bell ring you would switch to your nice attitudes like nothing happened

"Kevin!" Y/n yelled as they stomped their way towards Kevin

"What is it?" He asked

"Did you put bugs in my goddamn lunch?!" They yelled

"What?! No I didn't!" He yelled back, stopping what he was doing as he turned to you

"Yeah right, I can see right through you dip shit." Y/n said through gritted teeth, pointing a finger to Kevin's chest

"I wouldn't put real bugs in your lunch! I cone even pick up a little spider, how do you expect me to pick up multiple bugs and put them in your lunch?!" He yelled at them, flailing his arms around

"how sould I know! You probably picked them up in a plastic baggy and dumped them in my lunch!"

Yeah, you found out later on that it wasn't in fact Kevin's fault and that you left your lunchbox open. But we won't talk about that

Even if you two do get into fights a lot you do care about each other. For example, if Kevin had worked from morning till closing and started to practically look like a zombie, you would offer to tai his place. And if he refused you would get him out with force. But was because you cared about him

Same goes for Kevin. If you weren't eating properly Kevin would throw your crappy lunch away and buy you something else. He would still be careful to pick the things you like since you would've exploded on him for throwing away your lunch and getting him something you're either allergic to or you simply find disgusting

But even with your little fights you two were inseparable. You would stand up for each other, cheer for one another, go around anywhere and everywhere. And it's not like Kevin or you don't have any friends

No, in fact, you two have multiple friends. But the two of you couldn't bare a moment away from each other. It got so bad that people started to assume you two were a couple and your friends would make fun of you and sing that stupid kids song with your names

While this was anoying you two didn't care. You already bully each other enough to not care about people's opinions, and I mean that in the best way possible

But one day that all changed. When Kevin suddenly felt his heart skit a beat for the first time, and it happened when you decided you were going to bug Kevin at work on your day off

"Hey Kevin?" A voice was heard. Kevin rolled his eyes and didn't bother to look at them as he continued to wipe the counter

"Yes Y/n?" He asked, still not looking up at them as he mindlessly continued his task

"What do you think of my new shirt? It's a bit tight but I think it looks good." They said, posing

"Yeah, it looked great." Kevin said, not even looking up as he was now cleaning the cash register

"We c'mon Kev! You didn't even look!" Y/n yelled at him, Kevin rolled his eyes and looked at you. But his anoyed expression quickly fell when he saw them, his heart skipping a beat as his cheeks turned a light pink

It was nothing special, really. It was a plain black long sleeved turtleneck with no particular design, but he couldn't lie. It did capture all of their curves. He felt ashamed and perverted for even letting a single thought like that slip through his mind, but he shook his head and cleared his throat

"You- you look good." He stutters, his face turning a bright read as he started to clean the cash register faster

"Wow, stuttering are we." They teased, leaning against the counter

"Ju-just, go away! I need to focus and not have your anoying ass be here to bother me!"

Kevin really tried to push those thoughts away, but from that day every single time he saw you his heart skipped a beat and he would stutter. On rare occasions he would turn bright red and his knees would buckle

You, of course, didn't understand why he acted that way towards you and just assumed that it was some sort of surprise for you since he couldn't keep a secret for the life of him

While he was beating himself up for liking you, thinking you would never feel the same way. A fact that he didn't know was that you did actually share those feelings, but your feeling's blossomed waaaayyy back

Back when the two of you were new to your job and still full of happiness

"Hey Kevin?" Y/n yelled, fiddling with the cash register as they couldn't get it to open. The store was empty but Y/n wanted to mess with the cash register and get used to everything but they couldn't get for it to open

"What is it?" Kevin said, emerging from the supply's closet as he held a heavy box filled with candy

"I can't get the cash register to open." Y/n said, sticking their tongue out as they pressed multiple buttons

"Well- don't do that you'll brake it!" He complained, pulling your hands away from the register. Y/n rolled their eyes and crossed their arms as they moved way and leaned against the counter, their hands still crossed

"Well, mister smarty pants. If you know how to work the cash register then show me." Y/n with a cocky grin. Kevin, rolled his eyes and looked at the register for a second

"Sure. And I'll prove just how dumb you are by doing so." He said, copying Y/n's smirk as he stared intensely at the cash register and carefully fiddled with the buttons

Y/n stared at him with an anoyed expression. But their face softened the more they looked at him, how the sun from the windows his his face in just the right angles, how he seemed so focused on what he was doing even if he was just trying to open the damn register, how his tounge was slightly out and how his eyes squealed as he stared carefully at the register

It was silly, really, but that simple cockyness in his voice and how he was so determined to do a simple task, and how his raven hair and perfect face glistened in the sun, just made their heart skip a beat

"Damn.. I guess it's broken." He said, pulling away from the register as he smacked it. The register still remained closed, Y/n coughed into their hand and looked away

"I guess we're not getting payed." They joked, Kevin laughed at that and rolled his eyes playfully, making Y/n turn a bright red

"Well, I sould call someone to repair this." He groaned, pulling out his phone as he started to type in a number

"Yeah, I guess you sould..."

But of course Kevin didn't know that! He was too blind to notice

But their friends caught on to it and started to quote on quote 'ditch' you two when you made plans to hang out

You two were left to go on these dates while your friends spied on you. You two would always notice them but didn't point it out since you didn't want to spare them the humiliation when they did this with other people

But the more they 'ditched' you, the more you two would just arrange hangouts for the two of you, and the two of you only. No friends spying on you, just you two

First it was once a month, then once a week, then two times a week, then three, then almost every single waking hour

You would do much, just gossip like you did in highschool and eat McDonald's

But the more time you two spend together, the more Kevin felt like he had to confess. Every single time he saw you his stomach would do backflips and his heart would pound a 100 mph

And that day came where he confessed. And it couldn't have been more perfect

Y/n waked through the forest, Kevin had made them track his phone so that he could show them something

They walked, and walked, and walked. And they were starting to think this was another prank from Kevin. I mean, getting all dressed in your best clothing and having to walk through the woods, tats a new low for him

But they were proven wrong when they saw a nicely set up picnic. Their face lit up when they saw Kevin and their cheeks turned a light pink

Kevin smiled, his cheeks portraying the same shade as Y/n's as he motioned for them to sit down. They gladly followed, sitting down on the blanket as they quickly started talking

They talked and ate and watched as rabbits, birds and raccoons passed by. Luckily none of them decided to crash the *cough* hang out, as they continued to talk and joke around

"Hey Y/n. Can I tell you something?" Kevin questioned. Y/n looked at him, confused, as they nodded

"Sure." They said, fully expecting for Kevin to make a chezzy joke and throw a pie at their face or something, but was met with something more heartwarming

"Y/n.. I- I don't know how to put this into words." Kevin laughed awkwardly before clearing his throat and taking s deep breath

'You got this' he thought to himself, 'you totally got this'

"I like you Y/n. Like, like like you. I've been feeling this way for quite some time now and I've never had the guts to tell you. I love how your eyes lighten up when someone mentioned something you like, I love the way you laugh at my stupid jokes, I like the was the sun hits your face, I love the way you just- aren't afraid to defend the ones you love." Kevin paused for a moment, Y/n looking at hims with a shocked expression

"I love the way you don't let people get in your way, I love the way you seem to understand me, I love the way you dance to your favorite song, I love the way you boost up people's confidence, I love the way your smile seemes to brighten up everyone's mood, I love- I just love you!" He squeezed his eyes shut. Expecting for Y/n to turn him down and leave

But he was met by soft lips crashing onto his. His eyes widened for a split second but he quickly melted into the moment, resting one of his hands on their waist ad the other got tangled in their hair

The two pulled away and started lovingly into each others eyes. Just letting the moment sink in as the two smiled at each other like complete idiot's

After the confession Kevin wouldn't have been more happy. You two just seemed to click and understand each other, he couldn't think of another person to love

[koolades-world]

Hi!! Here is the anon who made the Clone MC request, I didn't come to make another request but I came to ask something if it's not uncomfortable :D

I wanted to make a small gift, which was basically a drawing for you but I don't know if it would be creepy or not :')

If it's not creepy or weird, can you tell me if you'd like an appearance from one of your personas or from real life, please?

hi there! great to hear from you again!! always makes me happy to see returning anons <3

it’s not creepy at all no worries! honestly I’m touched that you think I’m cool enough to want to draw me or my sona 🥺 sending virtual hugs!!!!!!!! i would love that sm and treasure it forever!

I look pretty basic irl to be honest. my sona is much more interesting, but I’ll provide both anyways since I’ve never really spoken about either! also sorry it took me so long to get back to you! saw it like right after you sent it in and had to dig for the silly drawing I made! I didn’t want you to feel like I was ignoring you haha

here’s a piccrew I did a while back in a server I’m in that’s pretty close to what I look like and what I’d wear on a daily basis. my glasses are cat eyes and much more black than gold but I actually wore that outfit today haha (if anyone is interested I can link the piccrew!) (just realized the eyes aren’t colored in! my eyes are brown lol) most of my wardrobe is pink, crop tops, miniskirts, bell bottoms, and sandals. of course I have neutrals as well, but you’d be able to tell what or favorite color was by peeking in my closet haha. I won’t bore you anymore but I could go on forever about my wardrobe since I love talking about clothes and outfits!!

my sona is a little more complicated since she’s had two or three iterations now. she started just as me having fun with my roblox avatar and became a sona/oc at some point later down the line. her name is cinnamon, but I’ve been thinking about giving her a more normal name for stories and stuff. this is the first one! one of my beloved amazing beautiful friends drew the art provided. not sure about her socials but I’ll ask her the next chance I can so I can link her here!!

the second iteration of her is definitely more so of an obey me sona/oc. not my mc, since my mc is basically just me, but a witch! been meaning to just info dump about my sona/oc which I’ll probably do on my side blog (@koolades-thoughts). I drew that silly picture of cinnamon while I was in the middle of really developing her. it’s not much and it’s also not great but I actually like it. the bird is named i’m scared by the way lol. she and him are a very much do not separate package type deal. he’s her familiar! also thinking about giving him a more normal name for stories lol

sorry for yapping haha. just saw a chance to talk about my silly and jumped at it

have a great day :)

[cloud-somersault]

Soul anon yet again and sorry to bother you but -

YES MACAQUE SHOULD HAVE SOME RESPECT ON HIS NAME! HE'S NOT WEAKER OR LESSER!!

In s1, in that fight, he was very much holding his own! A friend pointed it out to me, but Macaque was VERY much in control of that fight. Not only was he pressuring Wukong with his smoke monster, but he was the one who transformed first, he controlled what powers he used and knew how Wukong would respond to them in kind, he was the one who lead Wukong around the battle field, he worked out from using his trick of turning into MK just how much Wukong cared too. (And how much Wukong didn't care about him, and knowing Macaque, probably also interpreted that as never caring about him in the past either.)

He also took out a couple of advantages, MK entering the fight, and removing the staff of the battle too. If Wukong had used clones to try and take the staff, Macaque could have done the same to prevent it and to harm MK, if Wukong tried to take the staff himself, Macaque would have had an opening to take if Wukong had done so. By placing MK under the staff, Macaque perfectly laid out the fight even from the beginning to his advantage and forcing Wukong to fight him on more even ground.

In S2, Macaque also had 100% control of that fight. He did what he did out of good motivation, and technically succeeded since the result was MK telling his friends what was going on. Of course, Macaque missed that Wukong was gone and MK was the one who felt abandoned and that's why MK identified with the warrior in the play. (Also! The play was not trauma dumping and toxic! The entire LMK fanbase is cordially invited to fucking fight me about that!) (Also acknowledging that it was fucked up what Macaque did, but I don't feel like that was entirely malicious either. Mk def needed a shove to open up to his friends about what was going on. Macaque also chose a way that didn't hurt or injure MK's friends, and everyone ignores that for some reason! He also gave MK a way to get shit off his chest, to let MK vent some frustration as well while shifting back into himself to prove that Wukong wouldn't say that sort of thing to MK. Surprise, it wasn't Wukong being a jerk! It was Macaque all along. And when MK didn't understand the point of what Macaque was trying to say/teach, Macaque told him in clear terms. And again in S4, when MK didn't understand the point, Macaque was also forth coming. It proves that Macaque is a good teacher, that he tries one route to get MK to learn something, and if MK doesn't or can't, takes the time to really explain it to him in a way that Mk WILL understand.)

In S3, Mk knew that Macaque was still the only one who could hold off Wukong long enough to MK to get to the staff and restore Wukong with it. And can we acknowledge (assuming Wukong did kill Macaque) that Macaque was STILL willing to fucking SQUARE UP and do it, because if they failed, well, he didn't have anything to lose? Like, straight up Macaque was asked to fight against his murderer, would be well within his right to refuse due to that experience and pain and trauma, and did it anyway because he knew he was their only shot at remote victory? The term coward shouldn't ever be applied to LMK Macaque. That shit takes guts.

So far, in every instance, Macaque measures up and has never failed to rise up to the occasion. Taking on Wukong twice, doing what he can to help, and teaching MK when Wukong isn't around to do so.

And in JTTW, canonically he was evenly matching Wukong in power and ability. If the fanbase is going to also headcanon and use stuff from JTTW, then why the cherry picking that Macaque is EVIL and not as STRONG?! It's so frustrating. Wuking and Macaque aren't the same, but it doesn't mean that they aren't equal in power.

Also Macaque's ability to plan and his tactician nature would make me argue that he would be the worse person to have as an opponent. Seriously that scene in S3 with the vans? *chef's kiss* that was set up beautifully. Macaque could absolutely be an eldritch horror and I think he should be allowed to be. Let him go ham. Be the theatre kid he was meant to be. As a treat.

you're absolutely not bothering me, this is such a joy to read!! i def argue that macaque has shown that he's a better teacher to MK than Wukong (i'm not being mean to wukong, because he himself acknowledges he's not good at it) but macaque just thinks in that way, and creates lessons for MK to learn like a mentor should.

i joke that shadow play was about macaque talking about his divorce (bc it's funny) but he told that story and crafted this entire experience JUST to teach MK a lesson and he DID allow MK to vent and it did lead to positive outcomes with Macaque warning him about what was coming. like ultimately, it was a good thing and MK did get a little roughed up, but his friends were never in mortal danger?? like Macaque had them in that lantern for multiple days, but he didn't do anything to them. he didn't bargain for them. he literally only did that to teach MK something.

but it's the way he goes about it and how it's framed, because when he dissect it down, it's clearly not as bad as fandom wants it to be or makes it out to be.

and if we are working on the "canon" that wukong did a murder, what macaque did on the s3 special is nothing short of heroic, something the show itself acknowledges by changing his motif in the music from a minor chord to a major one to signify a more uplifting tone. it's more positive and victorious compared to the key his motif is usually played in.

and the fight with wukong in s1 was so good! i love that display of his powers, how wukong takes him seriously, how he was having trouble stopping him and the ONLY reason they won was because of that staff. he's a serious threat!

i just think he's a fun character to mess around with and yes, he's based on an archetype, they all are, but when you flesh out that archetype and give it more depth? you get a really amazing character with complexity and dimensions that make him feel real and that's beautiful.

and macaque should absolutely be allowed to go ham. i think he should do some fucked up shit on the side. he's just too clever and smart not too!! i wanna see a celestial primate lose their shit not because of strength or stubbornness but like. just from being smart and analytical. i love that parallel of how differently wukong and macaque would tackle things.

and that's why they should both train MK. he gets a little of both!!

[kiseiakhun]

you’re so right but jason todd is so woman coded. and i could go into heavy detail

Listen, Jason Todd can be woman coded because you want him to be woman coded. You know it in your heart. You don't have to provide Irrefutable Canon Proof to prove your point, unless you find that kind of activity fun and rewarding, in which case provide away because I love batshit theories about canon and I am all ears. It just drives me crazy because like, listen. What people say are "women coding" are like, normal tropes that have been applied more to MALE characters than female characters because like... even when women were allowed to be people, their main point in the narrative was to be a prop to a man's story. Even when they were well developed, fully realized characters within their own right, their significance within the narrative was to support a man's journey. Like, I've heard criticisms about fridging that say Alexandra DeWitt was a tragic character from the start, that she had all the hallmarks of being a victim right from her introduction, and it doesn't matter! The point was that she was part of a long line of women who died for the man's story to move forward. It doesn't matter if she was doomed from the start. It doesn't matter if she was a dynamic, complex character who did get focus within the story. It doesn't change the fact that her inclusion in the story was to only serve Kyle's narrative.

So it drives me a little insane to see people argue that this male character is woman coded because he has an emotional arc focused on how other people have wronged him and we see him at his lowest point having a mental breakdown and experiencing irrational emotions because "that's a woman's story". No? It's not? Like historically it's NOT. Men are allowed to feel the full spectrum of human emotion. Men are allowed to buckle under the weight of all the burdens they carry and scream their sorrows out to the world. That's. That's not a woman's story. Achilles wept in the Iliad. Macbeth was flawed and poignant and allowed to be a fully developed person while Lady Macbeth was a scheming schemer from the start. Emotional arcs, through antiquity into the modern day, have been given to men! Men's stories are full of how they've been hurt, how they've been disenfranchised. Underdog stories are an entire genre within themselves. Emotional arcs have been written for men from the dawn of literature.

Like I keep seeing the same argument about how male protagonists have to be stoic and manly men and show no emotions and be hyper successful providers and I want to tear my hair out. No! No they don't!! You are describing a hyper specific genre of action heroes and like, one type of video game protagonist that was popular in AAA titles from the late 2010s. Oh my god. Please read more books. Please watch more movies. I'm losing my mind. Male protags are not like this as a rule BECAUSE IT'S BORING. BECAUSE WE DON'T WANT TO WATCH THE STORY OF A SUCCESSFUL MAN BECOMING EVEN MORE SUCCESSFUL. THAT'S A SPECIFIC TYPE OF POWER FANTASY THAT NOT EVERYONE ASCRIBES TO ASIDJDHDH READ MORE BOOKS.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Anyway. Sorry anon I didn't mean to dump all this in your ask. I have just been thinking about this since yesterday and it's been driving me bonkers and also I'm a bit tipsy right now. Tell me about why Jason is female coded. I'll find my post about why Kyle is a girl YA protagonist and reblog it in solidarity.

[squarebracketsmileyface]

It's bad takes music anon back at it again with probably my worst take yet... Jay would 1000% listen to White Horse by Taylor Swift and cry himself to sleep about Alex... Back in college Jay? Current Jay? Your pick, I see both.

-🚫🎵

Dude, if your takes are bad takes I have no idea how freaking amazing the good takes must be because oh my god??? Yes??? This song is perfect????? (it got kinda long and messy again so, weird very rubbish song analysis hidden away)

This song is definitely one Jay first found in uni/college (after Alex started dating Amy and just up and dumped him, except technically he didn't dump him because they were never technically together, so Alex going off and talking to Amy with the intention of dating her was also technically not cheating) and it fucking destroyed him, like, full on breakdown every time he heard it, it was actually a problem. ALSO. I think Alex got him into Taylor Swift (yes I'm making Alex a swiftie in sorry it's locked, shut up I can do what I want lmaooooooooo) and so by extension Alex introduced him to this song, which just makes it even more painful :D

After uni he got a little better about the song, it still made him sob like a baby, but he had a bit more control over it and didn't just break down instantly. It's that song you put on when you need a really good cry, for him.

Then after seeing Alex again in Sorry It's Locked it comes all the way back full circle to how it was when he first found the song. He's completely fucked up by it all over again and there's nothing he can do about it but cry until he can't breathe. Like, dude is not okay. He needs copious amounts of therapy. ALTHOUGH!!!! I do think that it'd also be the song that (if Jay were to live long enough) would help him finally finally get over Alex a bit (with Tim's help). Because damn if I don't have songs and bands that a 'ex' got me into that ended up helping me get the fuck over them lmfao.

"'Cause I honestly believed in you"

"Stupid girl, I should've known, I should've known"

Ouch, yeah, Jay's thoughts back in Uni 1000000% He sat in his car and cried to this shit on the radio so bad lmao (I'm ignoring the fact that technically this song wasn't out when he was in uni/college cos it came out in like 2009 or something and I'm pretty sure Jay finished uni in like 2006? ANYWAY It was out when he was in Uni in this universe)

"This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town"

I mean, Hollywood isn't exactly known for its queer rep, but Jay 100% imagined himself and Alex as the love interests in shitty movies (especially in the shitty movies Alex made him watch and talked over the entire time with complaints and shit, because this is Alex Kralie and of course he would). He totally understood why Alex didn't want anyone to know they were fucking, but damn if it didn't hurt when he realised that that was never going to change and that they wouldn't ever graduate to dating in secret. And that Alex would go and get himself a girlfriend out of nowhere to try and pretend like he was straight so that no one knew. (Alex is bi in this, and Amy is Panromantic asexual because I say so, and she absolutely laid into him when he eventually told her all about his and Jay's thing)

"Maybe I was naive, got lost in your eyes

And never really had a chance

My mistake, I didn't know to be in love

You had to fight to have the upper hand

I had so many dreams about you and me

Happy endings, now I know"

This whole verse. Just. Yup. Poor Jay. This just explains every damn thing for him, like, idk how to explain it this was just his and Alex's relationship back in uni. This was it lmao.

"'Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale

I'm gonna find someone someday

Who might actually treat me well

This is a big world, that was a small town

There in my rear-view mirror disappearing now

And it's too late for you and your white horse

Now it's too late for you and your white horse

To catch me now"

Jam :]

Jay in uni 100% didn't think he'd ever get over Alex (aaaaaand he doesn't entirely, but he does a little bit so) but after meeting Tim again he definitely starts thinking like this, like maybe if Alex came back he wouldn't just immediately go back to him, like he'd hesitate and maybe even refuse and instead choose to stay with Tim.

[ask-harvey]

Forgive me if this is inappropriate, but in my defense I am very high rn. (Safely and legally I swear.)

I'm a recovering alcoholic. I dunno what I'm trying to say. You were always so sweet to me in that game, even when I didn't really deserve it. I'm trying to put my life back together. Why is it so hard to take care of yourself? It's like your body is so fucking needy, all of the time. It needs food and water and sleep and also you have to bathe it and clothe it and tell it nice things and make sure it spends some time with friends and gets enough exercise... And it sucks. It sucks ass.

Just say something nice, yeah? Even if you don't mean it. Actually, you don't have to respond at all. I'm probably going to wake up tomorrow and feel really ashamed that I dumped all my problems on somebody's ask blog lmao

Anyways I'm really sorry about this. You seem like a kind, gentle person, and I hope you live a long, happy wonderful life, you deserve it. I'm sorry for traipsing into your soace, I hope it wasn't too much of a bother.

Thank

hello anon. i've read over your message. overcoming addiction is no easy feat. i care about you and would like you to know that my blog is a safe space... you're welcome here; you deserve to be here.

i see that you're going through some tough times. looking out for your well-being becomes really important when life gets rocky. nurturing our bodies is indeed a labor of love... but you may find it easier to take things one step at a time. i want you to know that as a doctor, i'm passionate about providing support to people facing a wide range of challenges. there's no need for any regrets. so please be gentle with yourself and treat yourself with patience and care. you strike me as a person with good intentions. you deserve the best that life has to offer, and my sincerest hope is that you'll find your way towards that someday. i wish you well.

(message from mod:) everything harvey said, i second. no need to apologize for opening up. i run this blog so people have a safe space to connect with their favorite characters, whether that's in a silly or serious way. i feel some responsibility in that. that being said, please look after yourself. feel free to dm me if you need anything.