#are they eating people? maybe but that’s not the point.

[adieutristana]

hi, i do! i’ve just yet to receive any requests for vi by herself, but i’d be happy to write this :) thank you for the request!

summary; quiet mornings with vi and her girlfriend.

characters included; vi

tags/warnings; fluff, casual dom vi, butch wife material or whatever they say, domesticity, maaaaybe a bit suggestive?

men and minors dni.

you’re awoken to the smell of breakfast cooking.

the spot next to you is empty, an indent on the mattress from where vi once laid. the light shines through open blinds and you reflexively bring an arm up to cover your eyes. groaning, you turn away from the window to look at the bedside clock: 8:41 am.

you wished vi was still with you, it would’ve been nice to wake up in her arms like usual… oh, well. breakfast is nice too.

you swing your legs over the side of the bed and try to rub the sleep from your eyes, slowly making your way to the kitchen. you’re greeted by the sight of vi’s back turned to you, white sports bra and black sweats. she’s clearly too absorbed to have noticed you, intently working on whatever she’s making.

you approach her slowly, a bit cautiously as to not startle her while she’s over a hot stove, but slowly snake your arms around her waist, pressing your cheek into her shoulder. vi lets out a little ‘hmm’ in acknowledgment, but doesn’t turn around.

“up already, babe?”

she remarks, right hand busy with a frying pan.

“yeah. couldn’t sleep without you there.”

“sorry, sorry. wanted to do something nice for you.”

you hum in acknowledgment, pressing further into vi’s back and grazing one hand over toned abs.

“what are you making?”

“surprise.”

she remarks. vi knows just how much you hate surprises, not knowing things. although you know you could very easily look over vi’s shoulder and see for yourself, that could ruin half of the fun. you simply hold vi from behind her, relishing in the warmth that her body offered you. it was always so peaceful, getting to hold her, to be close to her like this. this morning, it seemed as if time stood still.

vi could be moving throughout the kitchen, you’d seen her do it several times while cooking, but she was also considerate. you knew that she’d never want to ruin your fun. dating vi meant that if she had to give little things up, she would. wether that meant her not moving an inch when you slept for hours on her lap, or staying still while cooking because your arms were around her, vi was sweet.

sweet in a way that not many people got to see.

and yet, you found yourself excited at the prospect of eating breakfast she had prepared because her cooking was always so damn good. not many people would think it, but with vi leading a group of ragtag teens and tweens- as well as being an older sister, she’d learned to cook quite young. she frequently cooked for herself, used whatever scraping the kitchen to throw together something edible.

she hadn’t put too much effort into making her meals nice since the incident on the bridge, until she met you. now she feels as if she has a point to prove. or maybe it’s just that she loves you.

“almost done, cupcake. you just sit down and be patient, okay?”

she says, voice laced with affection. you nod slowly, pouting the slightest bit behind her as you let go of her. but you sit down at her dining table, elbows propped as you observe her. it’s almost effortless the way that she moves. it’s admirable.

vi walks over to you, holding out a plate of simple blueberry pancakes. she knew you had a taste for sweet things. she sits down opposite you after you take the plate, a soft smile playing at her lips.

“are you gonna eat anything?”

you ask before you even pick up your fork. you don’t want to be selfish, not with vi especially.

“i already ate. woke up early today, fixed myself something, and figured you’d be up later.”

she says, pointing to your fork. cueing you to start eating. you do, picking up a knife as well to cut the stack into slices. after covering it in sweet syrup, you take a bite and immediately close your eyes in contentment. this is good.

“you didn’t have to do this, you know…”

“of course i did. i’m your girlfriend, remember?”

you sigh, continuing to eat. swallowing the last of what’s in your mouth before you speak to her again.

“but i’ve never done something like this before.”

you sigh, looking off to the side. you hear a low chuckle from your girlfriend.

“trust me, hun, you do plenty for me in other departments.”

this elicits a slight flush rising to your face, deciding to just focus on eating the rest of your pancakes. as you finish the last of the sliced bits, you look up to see vi wearing that same soft smile she wears whenever she’s genuinely admiring you. it’s adorable, one of your favorite looks your girlfriend gives you. one you’ve become accustomed to.

vi stands up to take your plate from you, but not before you tug on one of the straps of her sports bra to bring you to her level. moving your lips slowly against her own, free hand resting on the small of your back. she gives a light giggle as she presses back into you, toned arms slowly wrapping around your neck.

“i’ll do the laundry today, since you cooked.”

you say, face still mere millimeters from vi’s. she smiles softly before shaking her head.

“nope. you’re relaxing today.”

“but-”

“no.”

“you cooked for-”

vi shakes her head again, brushing your jawline with her lips.

“i cooked because i want you to take it easy, and i like doing things for you. now, you’re gonna take your pretty self to the couch, or bed, and relax. and i’ll do the work today. alright?”

you groan in slight annoyance, but sigh. you know there’s no winning when vi gets in these moods. she only wants to see you taken care of, and she’ll be damned if that isn’t what happens.

count on vi to always put the needs of others before her own. she’d gotten better at taking care of herself during your relationship, but the way she put your wants and needs before her own never wavered. if anything, it got stronger with time.

“alright. but i’ll still do things tomorrow.”

“you can do whatever you want tomorrow.”

she hums, sitting down on the chair you were previously using. her arms are still draped around your neck, pulling you to sit on her lap. the second you make contact with her thighs, her lips are on yours again.

it’s breathless, a bit more rushed than the delicate kiss you had shared a few moments prior. but it’s perfect, it’s vi. the way her scarred lips move against yours is always so skillful yet so sweet.

“i love you, okay? i just want you to unwind sometimes.”

you nod slowly, pressing your forehead to your girlfriend’s and closing your eyes.

“i love you too, babe. just feel a bit… bad, not doing anything in return.”

“i don’t want anything in return,” she whispers. “this-” she points between the two of you, “is more than enough.”

[astro-stars]

lions dont purr (TWST)

The Savanaclaw common room was a chaotic yet oddly cozy mix of noise and motion. Beastmen lounged on couches, joked loudly, and occasionally wrestled in good-natured bouts of strength-testing. Yuu had somehow found themselves in the middle of it all, seated cross-legged on a large, well-worn rug as they watched the dorm dynamics with mild amusement.

Leona lay stretched out on one of the larger couches, looking as uninterested as ever, his tail flicking lazily over the edge. Ruggie was nearby, munching on a snack he’d probably swiped from the kitchen, while Jack sat beside Yuu, arms crossed, quietly observing the room.

“You’re quiet today, herbivore,” Leona drawled, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“Just thinking,” Yuu replied, their tone casual.

“Dangerous pastime for someone like you,” Leona teased, earning a small chuckle from Ruggie.

Yuu ignored the jab, their thoughts bubbling to the surface unprompted. “You know what still bothers me?”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Yuu sighed dramatically, leaning back on their hands. “That lions don’t purr. It’s so disappointing. Like, you have this giant, majestic creature, and you tell me it can’t make the cute little purring sound cats do? Feels like a rip-off.”

The room fell silent for a moment before Ruggie let out a bark of laughter. “You’re upset about that? Really? That’s what’s been eating at you?”

“Yes!” Yuu said, sitting up straighter. “It just doesn’t seem fair. You’ve got all the cool lion traits: the roar, the mane, the strength. Why not purring too? It’d be the full package.”

Leona cracked one eye open, looking at Yuu with a mixture of amusement and incredulity. “You’re ridiculous, herbivore. Why would I need to purr? Roaring gets the job done.”

“But roaring isn’t cute,” Yuu countered, crossing their arms. “Imagine how much more approachable you’d be if you purred. People wouldn’t be as scared of you.”

Leona smirked, sitting up slightly. “Scaring people is kind of the point.”

Jack frowned thoughtfully. “I think it’s a biological thing. Lions use roars to communicate over long distances. Purring’s more of a domestic cat thing, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know the science,” Yuu said, waving a hand dismissively. “It still sucks, though. Imagine cuddling with a lion and hearing it purr. It’d be perfect.”

Ruggie laughed again, his grin wide. “Prefect, you’ve got some weird priorities. But hey, maybe you can train Leona to purr for you.”

Leona glared at Ruggie, his voice a low growl. “You’re pushing your luck, hyena.”

“See?” Yuu said, pointing at Leona. “Growling is close, but it’s not the same. You could totally pull off a purr if you wanted to.”

Leona rolled his eyes, lying back down. “Keep dreaming, herbivore.”

Jack shook his head, though a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “You really do think about the strangest things, Yuu.”

“Hey, someone has to,” Yuu said with a shrug. “Life would be boring otherwise.”

As the conversation shifted to other topics, Yuu couldn’t help but glance at Leona’s still form, half-hoping to catch him purring in his sleep. Some dreams, they figured, were worth holding onto.

TAGLIST: @soramcduckahyucky @lunasmisosoup

DIVIDER: me!!

[gamblersdoll]

manipulation, work drama, coworker! sukuna

people hated and loathed working for him, he was a total brute and alot of times, an asshole.

he was known to piss employers or colleagues off, weather it be his smart ass mouth or it be he got into a fight with them. it worsens, as soon as he got into a management level.

he was also known to let people go for the smallest of things, (really, really small things). hes even let a man go for having bad breath, because what made that acceptable for work? especially for customers who came in— and he doesnt feel like dealing with that.

you somewhat feared him, this being your longest job and the only one thats kept you from being unemployed. in this economy? youd die. plain and simple— but yet, you have no qualms with the brute. they called him ‘the devil’s employee’ for anything he did, always running his mouth. yet, all you saw was a man who somehow got a job even with all the body modifications, yet back then youd be let go if your hair was ‘unkempt.’

who did he have to bargain to get this job?

your mind raced as your feet led to his office, he having the closed door policy— dont bother him unless he bother you, or emergency. even then, youd be fired if you came to him for an emergency.

three knocks on the door, and it swings open in a rage. “what?!” he looks for a bit, forgetting hes damn straight taller than everyone, and he finally sees you. “business?”

“uhh— you said you wanted me in yer office?” you remind, he nodding and beckoning his finger to his chairs. you only sneak inside, sitting immediately as he kicks the door shut. “whats this about?”

“you tell me.”

was he dumb, stupid, or slow? he cant be, he somehow got this job, so what the hell does he mean ‘you tell me?’

“uh, im not sure? you came to me with your demands.” you still have to remind this fine tatted fuck hes the one who called for you. it eats away at you, the nervous and tension bit at your skin for minutes.

“you look like a decently smart girl, yeah?” sukuna says, leaning back in his chair, almost manspreading and pressing his finger to his jaw to keep it up. “you know everyone of this company’s policies and procedures, huh?”

you nodded, giving a look as in ‘get to the fucking point.’

“so you should know there isnt a reason you should be intimate with coworkers.” he blurts, watching your face grow in confusion.

“you lost me.” you throw your hands up, sighing. “who am i supposed to be intimate with?” because how dare he— you hadnt been intimate with anyone in the workplace, not even outside (okay, not going too far.. just casually on dates!) so who were you dating in the workplace that he accused you of?”

“you know who im talking about.” he says monotone again, tapping his heavy foot on the floor.

“i truly dont.. sorry to tell.”

“saiko.” he says, as if you were supposed to know who that was. “says hes been seein’ you for the last couple of days.”

“saiko can kiss my ass.” you grit, he was known to find a pretty girl and just lie about statuses and relationships. “me and saiko dont even have each other’s phone numbers.” this had to be the most ridiculous thing you dealt with, thought sukuna was smart and maybe saiko would pick you next.

he raises an eyebrow , his vein slightly popping through his shirt. “watch yer mouth talkin’ to me, girl.” he reminds, could he write up for insubordination? no, hed just terminate you for it. “so if i were to investigate more, i wouldnt find anything you were hiding?”

“no, because again, i dont date inside my work.”

he nods, pressing his tongue against his cheek and he quickly stands. a couple small strides, and he folded his arms— standing over you. it looked lewd, like he was trying to shove his cock in your face. “you sure you wanna go with that, or am i going to find something else?”

he should be the one questioned about this, his literal groin was almost touching your face— dont even get yourself started on how big his thighs were. “no..?” you still say, because you were in the clear. he nods, backing away and he opens the door.

“beat it.” he beckons again, watching your hips as you walked out.

yet, there was a reason of his sudden questioning.

a sick, perverted, disgusting reason of why he asked, because hes had his sights on you for months, almost a year.

he could have just asked you on a date, a coffee run, or marybe just numbers. but your answers were known, he knew you didnt date inside the workplace. it angered him, he felt like he was indirectly rejected.

he knew he wasnt, but he also thinks you should know when its okay to let loose.

it was a simple crush he had— wouldnt even call it that to think of it, but it manifested itself into something else. he started having these lingering thoughts and looks, like he was longing. to hell with the ‘policies and practices’ bullshit, he had more power than anyone.

people who noticed that he was staring at you in meetings and gossiped were let go, with the reasons of insubordination, bad breath, improper behavior, many more.

he only grew more sick when he became a management level, having more authority over you— everyone he disliked. but that also ment he had authority over saiko, the man who wasnt as creepy as sukuna. he was known to find a nice looking woman and make up a scenario where you were dating.

and that angered the devils’ employee. because why the hell did he think he had a chance with you? how did he come up with this idea on his own? thats what sukuna wanted to know. and quite frankly, he didnt fuckin’ care.

saiko was then terminated and blacklisted, last you heard after your ‘meeting.’

[thepigeonhasapen]

🦇SFW A-Z: Eddie Munson🦇

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Uber snuggly very physically affectionate cuddlebug. Eddie is always hanging off his friends and you're no different. Absolute nuisance about it though. Constantly playing with your hair or climbing on you or picking you up or poking you or tickling you. Undiagnosed ADHD king and always looking for something to fidget with. Sometimes (often) that thing happens to be his friends. Will generally back off if he's told no but not for long. Often has a tendency to forget that he can be a lot.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As a friend, Eddie is already ride or die so you can just imagine what he's like as your bestie. Tends to be extra clingy and will always catch up with you between periods even if his next class is way the fuck on the other side of the building. Can and will hunt you down if you don't come and eat lunch with him. As his best friend, you get treated to exclusive jam sessions and discussions about D&D. That last bit's non-negotiable, sorry. Whether or not you play, Eddie is going to use you as a sounding board for bouncing ideas off of. You're also quite lucky because, being so close to him, Eddie lets you see the softer side of himself and not just the bold persona he puts up for the rest of the world. You'll need a strong personality to match his own if you hope to vibe with him and he'd absolutely adore that you can dish out as much as you take. Lots of flirting, jokingly or otherwise. The kind of relationship where people genuinely get confused on whether or not you're dating.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Your best bet for snuggling with Eddie is to put on a movie he likes or catch him when he's sleepy. Eddie's huge on physical affection but he's also a public menace and will pester anyone in touching range. If he doesn't have some sort of distraction, cuddles will very quickly turn into wrestling or tickling.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

My man hasn't even graduated, give him a minute! Maybe in the very distant future? Honestly, he hasn't even given it much thought to what he wants to do with his life, never mind what he's going to do when he gets old!

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He just wants it over with. Assuming it was because he fell out of love, Eddie would feel super guilty about leading them on. He wants it done quick and easy but he can't work up the courage to actually go through with it so he probably just... avoids them. This man isn't even twenty-five yet, do you think he's going to be at all emotionally mature? He acts cold and distant until confronted, at which point he will ashamedly let on what his problem is. After the break up, Eddie is cautious but willing to let things return to the way things were before the relationship, you just have to push through his weird vibes until he mellows out again.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Hasn't really given it much thought to be honest. Eddie is deeply committed to his relationships and would never cheat on his partner but marriage? He hasn't thought about it. Would likely defer to whatever his partner wanted. If they want to get married? Sick. If they don't? Also cool, doesn't mean he cares for them any less.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Eddie is a nice complicated soup of contradictions. He's blunt but he's kind. He can be mean but he can also be incredibly sweet. Eddie will roughhouse but he'd never actually hurt someone. His friends anyway. He would cut a bitch if someone else started it. As you get closer to him or if you're nice to him or if you're just a nervous person in general, Eddie will let his coarser outer shell slip. He can be a bastard but he (mostly) knows when to pull his punches.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Probably won't initiate them, but absolutely loves receiving them. Unlikely to give hugs in public but behind closed doors, Eddie gets really clingy. If he's upset, he will bury his face in your neck and hold you just a little tighter.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Platonically, Eddie has a lot less reservations. If he's swept up in his emotions (or high), he's a lot more willing to just let whatever's in his head slip out. Most likely to save it for extreme circumstances like dying if you brought his homework to him and it's due like right now and he needs this last assignment to graduate or else he'll fail again. Romantically, Eddie is a good deal more shy about it. He doesn't want to move too fast or overstep and push you away. Praying you'll say it first, but if you don't, he'll let it slip by accident at some point anyway. Either he's high off his ass or he's just caught up in a burst of strong feelings, but it'll get out before he can stop it. After he says it for the first time, he just never stops. Tends to save it for private moments between the two of you, but Eddie will tell you he loves you every chance he gets.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Despite his outwardly cocky persona, Eddie is actually quite self-conscious. He gets hurt very easily if his friends choose to spend time with other people over him, but he can mostly hide his feelings about it. His jealousy might manifest in a few snide remarks about the person in question and, if he's feeling really petty, something bad happening to your character in D&D. Mostly, though, he manages to keep it to himself. However this immediately goes out the window for a romantic partner. Someone flirting with you? Yeah, sorry, you now have an Eddie surgically attached to you for the rest of the evening. He's not extremely possessive but he is also rubbing up against you like a cat marking their person so take that as you will.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Eddie's a dramatic bitch. He lives for kissing the back of your hand like he's some gallant knight who just vanquished a dragon for you. He may also get down on one knee to do it if he's feeling particularly whimsical. Not to say Eddie isn't capable of giving other kisses. He loves kissing you on the mouth and on your cheeks and on your forehead and in your hair and on your neck and pretty much everywhere within reach. Gives the most kisses when he first wakes up and he's all sleepy and silly.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Kids love Eddie. Eddie does not care for kids. Anything below high school age is on thin fucking ice. As he gets older, I feel like he'll grow to like and even want kids of his own, but for the moment he's still in that "too cool to hang out with children" stage of his life. Eddie, bestie, you practically are a children.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Slow. Eddie doesn't go to bed until like midnight so, assuming he woke up that morning at all, he's going to spend the first hour or so in a cranky half-asleep fugue state. When he first wakes up, he's very sweet and cuddly... until he actually has to get out of bed. Has said some very unkind things to the toaster during his mid-morning tantrums.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

If he had a choice, he'd be exclusively nocturnal so it probably won't be spent sleeping. His uncle works the night shift so he doesn't really concern himself with keeping the volume low (despite his neighbours' desire to kill him dead) and will definitely try to entice you to stay up and blare heavy metal with him. Usually has a smoke in the evenings before bed because it helps to settle his mind.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Anyone pretty much knows Eddie's deal from the first minute they meet him. A bold, loud, and opinionated motor mouth, Eddie refuses to even pretend to be one of the normies. He's is pretty forthcoming with his thoughts and feelings so generally all it'll take to get information out of him is a simple question, assuming you can't already guess from the way he's acting. There are certain things he does keep to himself though, things that you won't get out of him unless he's in a really bad place emotionally. Because he's failed to graduate so many times he feels really self-conscious about his intelligence, but won't ever admit it until it's bothering him so bad he's actively having a mental breakdown about it.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Eddie doesn't get mad really. Irritated, annoyed, or perturbed sure, but the most you'll ever get out of him is a slightly raised voice. Holds a grudge but also forgives easily, so long as he receives what he considers an adequate apology. His definition of adequate will fluctuate wildly depending on the severity of the crime. Spill something on him? That's cool, accidents happen. Miss a D&D session? May the fires of Hell have mercy on you because Eddie certainly will not. You better get down on your knees and BEG for that man's forgiveness because he's not letting that shit go unless you were like in the actual hospital. And even then he's very lowkey like I know you had appendicitis but can you maybe schedule that better next time? Maybe consider how this affects me.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Eddie has a memory like a steel trap (see: remembering the clothes Dustin and Mike were wearing when he met them, and also that he learned Master of Puppets on the guitar in like two weeks considering how long the song would've been out at the time.) Unfortunately, that memory only kicks in when he's super engaged with something... or just at absolute random. Eddie will recall the strangest shit about you. He'll remember what your pencil case looks like and what your favorite arcade game is and the exact spot you held hands with him for the first time, but what day your date's at? Uh.... Eddie better be scribbling that on his arm real quick or else it is absolutely gonezo. Has probably stood you up at least once and felt super bad about it because he legitimately forgot you two were going to hang out. He feels awful about it, he just struggles with keeping things straight in his head. Forgive the poor boy please, he's trying his best :(

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Help him study and Eddie will be your best friend for life. He struggles so hard to keep his grades up and he just wants to be OUT of this damn school already. If you help him do that? Eddie is over the moon. He appreciates you attempting to explain concepts in a way he understands or gently steering him back on task. If he wasn’t ride or die for you before, while he certainly is now. He also lowkey loves the way pencil smudges and pen ink look on your hands, and he may or may not get distracted staring at them more than a few times.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Eddie is extremely protective over his friends and he displays it by way of making himself a target instead. He's bold and loud to draw attention away from other people, taking all the bullying and cruelty onto himself. Eddie hates seeing his little flock get hurt and will always step in to protect them. He feels devastated and awful if any of his friends get hurt despite his efforts. Most people tend to view his behavior as Eddie just being Eddie, and it is mostly, but they don't often think about just how often Eddie plants himself square in the firing line. Eddie doesn't even consciously think about it, it's just something he does, so imagine his surprise when you stand up for him. He loves knowing you have his back and feels absolutely giddy having you there. Eddie will mostly rely on intimidation factor because he honestly kinda crumples like wet tissue paper in a fight, so if you can throw a punch, he's gonna fucking fall in love with you right that minute. Seeing someone else initiate will also bolster Eddie’s courage and he'll probably get physical too. After a few seconds of staring at you with wide-eyed adoration because oh my god you just punched a guy for him!

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Eddie is a man of extremes. It's either all or nothing with him. He agonizes over gifts until he finds the perfect one, will plan special occasions down to the smallest detail, but also tends to be super lax about dates. Eddie just likes to hang out on them. He doesn't need anything special to do that with you, he just needs you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Eddie's a true sweetheart at his core, but he's also a bit of an asshole. He's rude and brusque when he's upset, but at least you can generally tell what's upsetting him. He's also a total snob, looking down on anyone he considers a normie. By default, cold to people he can't immediately clock as one of the freaks. Frequently inconsiderate about hobbies he doesn't share, i.e. basketball. A complete elitist about metal culture and probably looks down on battle jackets that don't contain strictly band patches/pins.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Eddie's not vain per se, but he does definitely care about his outward appearance. He doesn't outright preen in front of the mirror but all of his clothes are chosen to match a certain aesthetic. He likes the way he looks and he dresses that way on purpose, but he's also not like putting a whole lot of effort into it, yknow? He takes pride in the way he looks but not to the extent that I'd call him vain. About average level of liking to present himself the way he wants to.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Now I'm not saying Eddie goes into a depressive spiral upon a break up, but I'm also not NOT saying that. Eddie loves with his whole heart and is quite thoroughly devastated when his feelings aren't returned. He'll try to brush it off and play it cool, like it's not a big deal, but he's also playing sad songs on his guitar and laying in a limp puddle on his bed so take that as what you will.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Secretly loves chess but won't tell his friends because like... that's nerd shit. And Eddie’s a freak not a nerd, c'mon. He's not one of those super smart, straight-A geeks, he's cool and he's edgy and sure he likes tabletop games but not LAME ones likes chess and checkers. Plays his Uncle as often as he can even though Eddie wins pretty much all the time.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Conformity. Eddie hates people that aren't weirdo freaks. Be too typical for him and he's barely giving you a second glance. But to be fair, he can deal with boring. He won't like it but he can play nice if he has to. The real thing that gets on his nerves is bullies. Eddie despises people who pick on others and he'll make sure they know it. Being needlessly cruel to someone in front of Eddie is a good way to piss him right off.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Eddie sleeps like a nightmare. He talks in his sleep, he drools, he gets the absolute worst case of bedhead every night no exceptions, he kicks, and on top of it all he rolls himself in the blankets like a burrito. It's not like you can wake him up either because that boy sleeps DEEP. But it might just be worth it in the end, because every morning Eddie will wake up just enough to wrap around you like an octopus and mumble sleepy words of affection into your skin. His big brown Bambi eyes are still so dopey with sleep that you're not entirely sure he's actually fully conscious but that just make his ooey-gooeyness all the sweeter actually. He'll say yes to anything you say right now, to the extent that you could probably convince him to shave his head, move up to the mountains, and become a monk. But maybe don't do that. Maybe just convince him to make you breakfast instead. (Actually don't do that either, he'll light the trailer on fire.)

[dream-of-the-bitchless]

I imagine at some point Silco might've been despondent when it came to the cause of Zaun. And on a night like that, Vander would've tried to cheer him up.

They would be in Vander's small room above the Drop, Silco spiralling a little; why are some people not responding to their call to action as expected? Why do some even berate them for trying to change anything at all? Are they even on the right track?

"What do you want to do when all of this is over?" Vander would ask, the question catching Silco off guard because what is there "afterwards"? This is what gives him purpose. What else could he possibly yearn for beyond the liberation of their people? But Vander would just smile and reveal, "I want to get a cat. I've always wanted one, but we're so busy that I couldn't take good care of it right now, so I would get one then."

A cat? Silco would probably find it a tad absurd. Nothing's really stopping Vander from getting a cat; the creature would surely survive their absences no problem.

"But first I would spend a whole day in bed. Waking up just to sleep again right after," Vander would add, and Silco, confronted with his own bone-deep exhaustion, has to admit that he would very much like that, too.

"I—I would eat sweet pastries. Every kind available in that nice bakery we've passed near the bridge," he'd concede, to Vander's delight. Encouraged, Silco would admit to a much deeper dream. "I would study. Proper study, that is, at a university. With big lecture halls and like-minded people to discuss with."

"Still would be the smartest guy in the building," Vander would say, and it's the kind of compliment that Silco doesn't have a hard time accepting.

"I would have time to write, maybe do it for a living, although that's highly unrealistic." You see, one must know their limits, even when dreaming.

Vander would stay quiet for a while, drinking it all in. "I'd like some kids," he'd finally declare. It wouldn't fully take Silco by surprise, but his next words would. "Not too many. Just two or three."

"What?? That's plenty!"

His reaction would make Vander laugh for sure. "Oh, come on. Think about everything we could teach them!"

"We?" Silco would wonder out loud, brow arched, and would be met with a cocky smile.

"Yeah. With your brains and my strength, we've got all fronts covered."

"That's a tall order," Silco would point out, his own mouth stretching involuntarily into a smile because kids are the furthest thing from his mind, and it's a crazy idea, perhaps even crazier than making a living out of writing.

"I think you'd make a great father," Vander would say in a low voice, and there'd be raw honesty in that statement, the same unconditional trust Silco is met with whenever Vander blindly puts his own life and the future of Zaun in his hands, as if he could do no wrong with either of them. And Silco can almost believe it.

[merlinmylove]

Arthur being in disguise or hiding (because villain of the week is trying to kill him) and he overhears what his own people think of his father

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

Two guards speaking quietly about the new locked gates policy

“But The King says — “

“The child-slayer? I won’t listen to a word that man says — let the family pass”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

Two peasant women gathering herbs

“The mad tyrant has ordered yet another attack on the druid community. A shame I say, most of my recipes come from them, and if he kills them all, how will the potion makers survive?!”

“He burned my aunt you know — she had no magic! She never studied, she knew no spells or anything, but she was a midwife. A woman with knowledge of herbs and how to best practice medicine — that was treason enough”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

A group of servants walking past him

“I was sweeping in Lord Alders chambers when he complained to Gaius about paying his secret tax again”

“A secret tax?”

“Yes! Apparently his wife, the Countess, knows magic and The King allows it! Lord Alders pays him a handsome sum a year so his wife gets to keep her head on her shoulders. His estate you know, is next to the river and we need fish to eat”

“So The King allows a noble woman to live because her estate is of convenience to the kingdom?! All-while my father, a shoemaker, lost his head for knowing how to read druidic? The Hypocrisy!”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

A drunk father grieving in the tavern

“My boy was only five summers old! He didn’t know how to read his own name, let alone study magic! But still, he was to hang”

“But why? What was his crime?”

“He was playing in the field with the other boys, and the wheat made him sneeze and suddenly his hair changed and became blue. He didn’t even realise what happened until the others pointed it out. Apparently, there was no need for a trial. He was guilty…

A little boy had to hang because of one moment, one spark of something he must’ve been born with because he never learned, and The Rotten King tied a noose around his neck.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

Arthur returning home safely after Gaius was able to identify the poison the attackers used

“May I ask where you found this information?”

“In one of my books, my lord. Here, I belive you read from this when Merlin drank from the poisoned chalice.”

He flips through the pages haphazardly before releasing

“But this is a book of magical poisons and plants!”

“Well yes sire…how else would I be able to recognise the symptoms?”

Arthur thinks back to the woman who was arrested last week for having a book on magical plants. She was deemed a witch and a traitor with clear intentions of killing the royal family, and was subsequently burned alive

“So the information is useful in your hands, but traitorous in anyone else’s?”

“It’s just a book Arthur. What one chooses to do after reading it, is entirely up to oneself”

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Arthur needs some time to think

Maybe Merlin could help…

[greypistacchios-brainrot]

May I pop in with some additional points!

1. Edward has been repeatedly shown to be highly creative when it comes to using his alchemy during a fight, which shows quick and creative thinking.

2. He cannot stay in the same place, or stick to the same routine, for long. Throughout the series, one of the reasons why the Elric brothers wander around so much is that Edward is constantly on the go... Restless... Almost as if driven by a motor...

3. Quick to anger, with temper outbursts, but just as quick to calm down. Emotional regulation skills are nowhere to be seen.

4. He's pretty talkative and quickly forms superficial bonds with others, but he struggles with keeping up with his friends and doing "friendship maintenance" rituals. For example, he repeatedly forgets to tell Winry whenever he and Al leave Central, despite her insisting that this makes him worry. It's also implied that he fails to call & visit those he loves, since he's oftentimes too absorbed by whatever he's got going on at the moment to phone them.

5. Hyperfixates on Alchemy like it's going to be banned tomorrow.

6. Impulsivity, plus sensation-seeking, both lead him to oftentimes reckless behaviours that he clearly hasn't thought through.

7. Hyperfocuses when the task at hand is engrossing enough. For example, when he was at Shou Tucker's house and decided to read some of his books in case there was anything related to Human Transmutation in any of them, Tucker notes that he has "an amazing ability to focus". He also loses track of time, to the point that he neglects to eat, when busy with something he's interested in.

8. Issues With Authority For Days :)

9. HATES being told what to do. With a passion.

10. Strong moral compass, that might not necessarily align with the law or with what's deemed socially acceptable. Probs one of the reasons why he's prone to clashing with his superiors, too - since, whenever told to do something he doesn't morally vibe with, Ed will refuse to do it regardless of rewards and consequences of disobedience. He's also quite empathetic to other people's own struggles to fit in, which I reckon is an all-too-familiar feeling for ADHDers and just neurodiverse folx in general.

11. STUBBORN. VERY MUCH SO.

Perhaps I'm just projecting, but I personally see Edward as a twice-exceptional character (giftedness + ADHD). Maybe he's just Your Average Shounen Guy, or maybe I'm not that far off the mark, but either way I feel like he's excellent accidental rep!

Edward Elric is ADHD: The Masterpost

Attention Deficit/Abnormal Attention Patterns

Fell asleep in class as a kid, was a terrible student despite being absolutely brilliant because he couldn’t focus on the lessons

Could, however, study for hours on end when faced with something he’s actually interested in (alchemy)

Can go into a hyperfocus, as seen when he’s studying in Tucker’s library

“He has an amazing ability to focus. When he’s reading, he doesn’t even hear the voices around him.” - Shou Tucker upon seeing Ed study

“I didn’t realize the time…” Ed after being pulled away from his hyperfocus.

THIS IS SUCH CLASSIC ADHD BEHAVIOUR I DON’T KNOW HOW ANYONE CAN MISS IT

Has a hyperfixation on alchemy.

Canonically called ‘alchemy-obsessed’ multiple times

Memorized the entire periodic table like who does that????

Intense emotions, see also:

Literally every time he’s called short

His temper in general

His guilt complex

The spiral of depression he landed in after his failed human transmutation (which, granted, was extremely traumatizing, but Al held it together pretty well despite being just as, if not more traumatized)

“If emotional pain is internalized, a person with ADHD may experience periods of sadness and loss of self-esteem in the short term. If emotions are externalized, pain can be expressed as rage at the person or situation that wounded them.” This is literally a summary of Ed Elric’s entire character I rest my case. 

Stims by reciting the periodic table when he’s anxious/scared

RSD (Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria)

Granted, this is a bit more debatable, but I’m calling this a ‘masterpost’ so go big or go home y’know

RSD is the phenomena where people with ADHD experience intense negative emotions in reaction to rejection and/or criticism. At first glance, this doesn’t really seem like Ed, considering the fact that he clearly doesn’t care what other people think of him, but:

“RSD can wreak havoc on relationships. Since the wounds of RSD are almost unbearable, the only way to deal with the situation is to deny that the person — teacher, relative, coworker, or spouse — who is rejecting, critical, or teasing has any importance to the person with ADHD. Rather than suffer more wounds at the hands of an authority figure, he devalues the importance of the other person. The person with ADHD has to find occasions several times a day to remind the other person how worthless, stupid, and even harmful they and their opinions are.” Did you mean: Ed’s entire relationship with Mustang?

“When [RSD] is externalized, it looks like an impressive, instantaneous rage at the person or situation responsible for causing the pain.” AKA every time he’s called short, every time Al is mistaken for the Fullmetal Alchemist, him meeting Hohenheim, etc.

His reaction to Hohenheim leaving and then coming back in general. Granted, he’s completely justified in his anger, and having a parent leave at such a young age is traumatizing regardless, but again, Al doesn’t seem to have even close to the amount of emotional wounds that Ed has from it.

I’m just saying that RSD/Intense ADHD emotions provide a near-perfect reason as to why Ed seems to react more strongly to traumatizing events than Al.

TL;DR: Arakawa accidentally wrote an ADHD character. 

[spikeface]

Theo & der Soldat

Still thinking about the fact that Theo instantly recognizes Douglas, despite the fact that der Soldat looked very different when he was in a tube of magical goo. 

Even stranger, Douglas immediately recognizes Theo.

When the two of them finally have a moment alone together, they speak, in my humble opinion, like they’ve spoken before (6x07):

THEO: Have you been here the whole time?

DOUGLAS: How could I stay away?

THEO: Maybe you should tell them who you really are... Hauptmann.

So when did they talk?

I like to think that at some point, years before Theo comes back to Beacon Hills, the Doctors decide that der Soldat might be more useful in a different way. They get him out of the tube, make sure he can’t go anywhere, and then proceed with their experiments.

Which leaves a let’s-say-12-year-old Theo to babysit a furious Nazi German alpha werelion from the 1940s. 

It’s a mess at first. Theo’s used to strangers in the lab, but it’s usually kids, and they’re always easy to quiet. The stranger is loud. Theo has no idea what he’s saying. He yells and yells until Theo breaks out the kanima venom, the same way the Doctors used to do with him. That finally shuts the stranger up.

Eventually, the stranger starts to ask about things. Slowly, he learns English, while Theo learns German.

“Hauptmann,” says the man, when Theo tells him his own name. Theo learns enough German to know that’s not a name, but whatever. He doesn’t care about this guy’s fancy titles. The real power is the ability to leave the labs, which only Theo has. 

The soldier calls him boy, but Theo doesn’t mind that either, after the way the Doctors only call him Theo Raeken, like he’s one of their Latin ingredients.

Once the man learns to speak English, he talks a lot.

It’s nice. He’s probably the safest things in the lab: always tied up, regularly monitored by the Doctors, and clearly aware of the fact that anything he wants has to come through Theo. He’s funny, sometimes. Sarcastic. He learns things quickly. He lets Theo teach him what the modern world is like. They watch cartoons together on Theo’s fancy new iPhone, Hauptmann eating Apple Jacks, Theo’s favorite cereal. Hauptmann says it’s disgusting but he always finishes his bowl. He laughs at the cartoons.

Hauptmann teaches Theo what he knows: mainly how to kill people, and also a little bit of 1940s physics.

He’s not a bad teacher. Theo tells him so.

“Before the war, I teached children,” says Hauptmann, the first thing he’s mentioned about his personal life.

"Taught,” Theo corrects, pleased with himself.

“Taught,” Hauptmann agrees.

Eventually, he confesses that his goal is still to run away. Theo scoffs. The Doctors can find anyone, anywhere. They don’t like loose ends and there’s no way to sense them coming. It’s no use. 

“You need more ambition,” Hauptmann chides. “There are forces in this world more powerful than them.”

“Like what?”

Hauptmann explains about the Wild Hunt. “It comes, it goes. There’s no stopping it. And I have a personal connection to the Ghost Riders.”

“What’s stopping you from calling them, then?”

“This place.” Hauptmann gestures to the labs. “It’s protected from electricity. The Doctors are afraid.”

Theo likes the sound of that. He’s never seen the Doctors afraid of anything. 

He does more research. The Ghost Riders can’t be controlled, he learns, but it’s possible to become one.

It’s not ideal. They look sort of gross, nothing like the perfect pack he was promised when he joined the Doctors. But it’s been years of nothing, with them. Theo can settle.

“I’ll help you get out of here,” he proposes warily, the next time the Doctors are gone, “and then you call the Wild Hunt.”

It’s risky, but Theo’s minimized the risk: all Hauptmann has to do is what he wants to do anyway, and Theo benefits. It’s a good plan. 

And him and Hauptmann are friends, sort of. Theo’s been nice to him. Apple Jacks and everything. That has to count for something.

Hauptmann agrees. 

Theo undoes his chains.

Hauptmann’s hands are instantly around his neck. Red eyes glare down at him viciously. Even a real beta probably couldn’t fight him off. Theo’s got no chance.

He’s going to die here.

Until suddenly, Hauptmann’s being hauled back by the Pathologist, while the Geneticist injects him with something. The Surgeon supervises as they drag him back to the vat.

Theo stands, coughing painfully, and watches Hauptmann kick and scream. Fuck him.

He turns more nervously to the Surgeon. The guy’s not gonna be happy about this. Things could get really bad.

But it’s useless to run.

Except, all that happens is that the Surgeon stares down at him with that clinical eye and rasps, “Failure is its own punishment.”

Then he turns away.

Theo is left with a slowly healing throat, a discomfiting gratitude for the Doctors, and a newfound commitment to getting the perfect pack--on his own, if the Doctors won’t help. Fuck settling.

[runawayfuture]

ok inspired by the post i recently reblogged, here's what i DO know about homestuck:

It's a webcomic, and the characters are kind of aware of this? I think? They mess with the medium in various ways

Different characters speak in different fonts and use 1337/leet-speak in unique but consistent ways

The characters are all trolls except for a couple of humans. Trolls have different blood colors which forms the basis of their social caste system

Each troll is associated with (inspired by?) a specific zodiac sign

Vriska the troll, who is a Scorpio, is the world's greatest poor little meow meow who has done 700 million atrocities and is sorry about approximately 0 of them. She also maybe had to kill all her siblings as a child in order to survive? God forbid women do anything.

There's a troll named Karkat who is snarky.

There's a human who is sometimes a boy and sometimes a girl? John or Jane or June or something like that.

Dave Strider, who is miserable and traumatized, has to kill his brother (who is also his dad somehow?) with a sword, and then he does an awesome kickflip about it. I have a sneaking suspicion that he would probably be my blorbo and I'm not sure what that says about me.

There's also a character named Roxy who is an absolute sweetheart and has never done anything wrong in her entire life.

Romantic and platonic relationships are categorized by playing card suits for some reason? One of the four recognized relationships is two people in a dysfunctional polycule who fucking hate each other to the point where the third person regularly has to intervene in order to stop them from killing each other.

The main enemy in the story is a video game. Or, like, the concept of the fictional narrative. Or the author. Or some kind of interdimensional eldritch monster that wants to eat the universe. Or something along those lines.

[read-write-thrive]

Charles Rowland Week Day Two - Chorb/Comfort

After over three decades as ghosts, you would think that Charles and Edwin would have a good grasp on what ghosts can and can’t do, or even what ghosts could or couldn’t feel, so, etc. Like, ghosts can eat, but it tastes awful. Ghosts can’t sleep at all. That sort of thing. Edwin called them “ghost rules”. Charles also called them ghost rules, but he did his best not to talk about them at all unless directly asked. He’d opened up about missing being alive and all that baggage, yeah, but no need to poke at it, alright?

But lately they’d discovered a new ghost “rule” (ability? Function? Who knows) completely on accident. You see, after the entire fiasco with Esther (and the following quest to get Niko back) the boys had been, frankly, exhausted. They’d done a lot in their thirty years but never so much in so little time. It was weird, to say the least.

“Are you guys sure you’re okay? We can stick around—“ Crystal had tried as they all but herded the girls out of the office. It was past midnight and they should’ve left hours ago, but the boys must look especially bad if their looks were anything to go by.

However, this exhaustion was wearing on the boy’s patience (well, Edwin’s, but Charles had to mediate so it was getting to him too) and frankly, they needed a break. Charles was happy to say as much.

“Nope, all good here! In fact, I think we’ve all earned some time off, so maybe take the next few days to rest, yeah? You sure you don’t want us to walk with you to the tube?” Even his face hurt from smiling, which hasn’t happened since long before he died. There was an alarm bell in the back of his head, but he felt too exhausted to have a proper look at it. He just needed a break is all.

The girls shared a look again. Is this how people felt when he and Edwin did that? Charles didn’t realise it was so annoying.

“We’ll be fine. You have my number right? If anything happens?” Crystal pulled on her coat and helped Niko with her accidentally inside-out sleeve, “And you’re sure that ancient landline even works?”

“As I’ve said, the phone was enchanted to work even without electricity. Barring extremely dire circumstances, it works.” Edwin snapped, lighter than his proper angry tone but still on the edge.

“Do you want us to call you before coming back?” Niko asked towards Edwin, but with a significant, pointed glance at Charles. Charles knew there was something in that look, too, but thinking felt a little difficult at the minute. His head kinda felt like the jar of bees. Maybe he should fish it out of the backpack to compare.

Edwin replied to Niko kinder than he’d been with Crystal but not by much. Crystal snapped at him, probably about his tone with Niko, and then those two were arguing again. Charles really should break it up so the girls could get back to their flat.

God, was this a migraine? Could ghosts get migraines? It’d be just his luck, too. Was there ghost paracetamol he could take? He’d have to dry swallow it since the drink would taste like sand—

There was a hand waving in front of his face. Someone grabbed his arm and shook him. Suddenly Edwin grabbed him by the shoulders, staring him down intently. He was saying something, too. Charles moved to smile and nod, even as he had no idea what was going on, but that seemed to make the pain spike again. He flinched against it. He crossed his arms across himself, though he couldn’t say why. Comfort? Warmth? Guess it didn’t matter much, really.

Several sets of hands were pushing him somewhere—oh, the sofa, right. That seemed like a good idea. Weren’t the girls going somewhere? Or supposed to be, at least. He assumed they were some of the other hands pushing and pulling him along.

He landed on the sofa with little grace, the bouncing making something pulse in his brain is a not nice way. Edwin was there again, hands on Charles’s cheeks and forehead as if checking for fever. It was silly—surely ghosts couldn’t get fevers, if they didn’t have bodies. Edwin knows that.

They were talking to him again. It sounded like he was underwater, sound carrying but only barely. Oh, right. Ghosts weren’t supposed to have whatever was happening now, either. That would explain Edwin’s furious note taking and fussing. Niko was up and about helping him, which meant Crystal had to be the one next to him. Turning his head felt like a bad idea, so he was glad they only had so many people in the vicinity. Process of elimination and all that.

Pain struck at his abdomen next, dull ache turning stabbing in the matter of minutes. He curled in on himself, bringing his feet up onto the sofa and his knees to his face. Clutching at his stomach, Charles squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his forehead into his knees. Maybe if he just curled up tight enough—

It was like his ears popped and every joint cracked at the same time. Charles was pretty sure it was an audible pop! too. But suddenly everything was peaceful, like he was stretched out and condensed into the best full-body hug at the same time. The world was a warm yellow, bright but comfortable. Sure he couldn’t see his friends anymore, but it was blessed relief from whatever the bloody hell that pain was and Charles was absolutely going to bask in it.

After a minute or two of adjusting, Charles realised he could almost hear what was happening in the office. Crystal and Edwin were fighting again, though now Niko seemed to be— cooing over something? Muttering reassurances? He couldn’t catch all the words, but he was pretty sure that was her “finding a literal creature and/or inanimate object adorable” voice. Who/what was she talking to? Shouldn’t she be splitting up the other two? Actually, weren’t the girls supposed to be heading home?

He wanted to ask all of that, but this blissful state didn’t grant him the power of speech, apparently. Charles’s questions came out as a humming noise instead. Surely this should be worrying him—no sight, no speech, hell he’s pretty sure no body—but it was hard to feel worried, or frustrated, or sad here. He felt so good, why would he ruin it with all that? Besides, taking a step back and being relieved of his headache gave him the chance to carefully consider what had just happened.

And he would do that. Definitely. At some point. Look, this was probably the closest he’d gotten to sleep in over thirty years, you can’t blame him for wanting to bask in it for a while, alright? Just a little bit, so Edwin doesn’t kill Crystal (or Crystal somehow double kills Edwin). A bit of rest then he’d figure out how to go back.

~

When Charles “popped” again, returning to the mortal plane or whatever, it was to a pile of blankets and pillows in the middle of the office, wood burning stove lit and his three best friends circled around him. Thankfully they left him enough room to not pop on top of someone.

The girls were asleep, but Edwin was instantly focused on Charles. He went so far as to scurry forward, kneeling between Charles’s flailed legs to, again nonsensically, press at his face for a fever that wasn’t there.

“Charles, you’re back! Are you alright? Do you know what happened? Lord, I— we were worried.” Edwin admitted, dropping his hands and rocking back on his heals to create a smidge more distance.

Charles, genuinely smiling this time, decided he wasn’t a fan of this embarrassment or shame or whatever it was Edwin was dealing with. So, naturally, he leaned forward and threw his arms around his best mate.

“Oh, mate, it was brills…”

—

Day two of @charles-rowland-week !! I am vvvvv sleepy rn so if there’s mistakes no there isn’t 😌 hope y’all enjoyed!

[deramin2]

What if releasing Predathos is like releasing wolves back into Yellowstone?

We have all these culturally received stories about wolves being these terrifying monsters who kill anyone who enters the woods and they eat children and kill livestock and pets. So the only way to protect the human world is to exterminate them. so that's what white people did in Europe and North America.

But it turns out that seriously messed up the ecosystem. The deer and elk population "flourished" and then became out of control, destroying the rivers and eating all the food and killing off themselves and everything else. The beavers can't thrive so they don't build dams that the fish and other creatures were using to survive. All that "protection" actually leads to a horrendous amount of harm. Which ultimately extends to the human world as well.

Until environmental conservationists fought to re-release this predator back into the wild. They have to fight against all these negative attitudes and fear mongering. How dare they threaten everything we've built by reintroducing monsters into the world after we worked so hard to banish them? Don't these silly environmental activists understand how bad this will be? How it will ruin everything? They act like they speak for the people and the animals but all bringing back the wolves could possibly do is cause harm. The status quo must be protected. And don't listen to those ranchers who say they would be willing to live with wolves again and protect themselves in other ways. They don't speak for the ranchers because "most" ranchers disagree! It's sabotage all the way done by villains who won't even understand what villains they're being!

But the environmentalists won in the end. A negligible amount of livestock have been killed. Meanwhile the environment flourished. The species the wolves eat became healthier and better controlled. The beavers came back. The rivers became healthier. The fish had safe waters again for better spawning which helped the bears. The aspens and the willows were no longer over-browsed and they bounced back. The ravens had carcasses to eat. Even the beetles did better. Conservation struggles that had been hard fought but intractable for a hundred years started making huge progress.

People knew that wolves were important, that predation was necessary for nature to thrive. But even the best studied people didn't predict just how important the wolves were. Everything was struggling to live because we decided to "protect" it from the "monsters" that hunted them. Unleashing the creatures that were so hungry turned out to be one of the single most important environmental wins. A lesson that's being taken all over the world to bring back other ecosystems we damaged. The things people were so afraid of largely didn't happen. And since we understand the wolves and their behavior more now, humans are safer around them, too. We're learning to cultivate respect instead of fear.

So maybe releasing Predathos and letting them eat or chase off the gods would destroy Exandria as we know it. Maybe Bell's Hells are flirting with danger trying to take them in and control them and it will all end in disaster. Maybe history will remember them as villains. It's unclear if the damage to Molaesmyr was fully due to Ludinus Da'leth's reckless experimental magic or contact with Predathos.

But it's just as likely that unleashing Predathos would be like releasing the wolves back into Yellowstone. The gods killing off the Primordials that were native to Exandria before the gods came could represent the suppression of ecosystems by outsiders who thought they knew better than nature. Who believed they could create something that was better. But in the process have actually been damaging the world. Maybe the world would actually thrive if the gods had a predator to control them when nothing else has.

We don't know. The point is that we don't know. It's a hell of a lot more interesting story to find out than to maintain a status quo that wiped out 2/3rd of life on Exandria and is threatening to do it again. Matt has made it perfectly clear multiple times that this is the end of an age in Exandria. The center cannot hold anymore. As Ashton pointed out, Ludinus only ever thought about how to end things. He never considered what might come next. But something will. Maybe the beavers and the willows will come back when the elk are kept in check.

[pshbites]

If you had to score each enha member out of ten, how would you score them when it comes to how well they'd survive in a zombie apocalypse? The people must know!!

OH THIS IS SUCH A FUN ASK !!! tysm anonnie for this but for starters this is a fictional scenario and does not represent them as people!!

heeseung : okay hear me out.. i think he could make it if it isn’t an off day and he’s feeling very motivated. however i think when it comes to very extraneous activities he’s gonna tap out and the zombie apocalypse might be one of them so overall im giving him a 6/10 but he is not surviving because he doesn’t have a single survival bone in his body 😓 i feel like he’d be done when he eats random berries not knowing they’re poisonous

jay : HE IS SURVIVING!!! and no i am not biased. first of all jay is a smarty mcsmarty pants so he would think both logically and physically. obviously he’s strong and he can fight so i dont think hes lacking in that department but it comes down to the fact that he’d put others before himself so if he was with someone else he’d sacrifice himself for them, thats the only scenario i believe he doesnt survive but other than that hes making it so i would give him a 10/10

jake : i feel like jake is so overlooked bc he’s so silly but he is like so smart, i think he has what it takes to survive. i also think unironically he’s like so prepared for this like have you see how passionate he gets in the enoclock games. he is DEDICATED to surviving and i believe in him fully. i just think his only downfall would be like maybe boredom?? LOL.. but i think he’s making it out so another 10/10

sunghoon : oh he’s making it and then some. i think what would motivate him most to make it out alive is that he wouldn’t have to do all this shit again yk HSJDD. sunghoon seems like the type of person who doesn’t think about these hypotheticals so he’d be a little unprepared BUT luckily he has his strength so that would help him out a lot, again i feel like sunghoon is one of those people who would sacrifice themselves for the greater good so with that i’ll give him an 8/10

sunoo : this baddie heol don’t ask him to fight zombies that’s not his job he’s not built for this 😕.. JK i think his brains would help him out a lot in terms of literally surviving instead of fighting but i think at some point when it comes to the fighting he will be beat by a zombie …… sorry sunoo. HE GETS BONUS POINTS FOR BEING THE BRAINS IN THE OPERATION THO !!!! i’ll give him a polite 3/10

jungwon : oh this overprepared king. he’s thought of every possible outcome and then some. literally has zombie apocalypse survival kits and everything like those tiktok slideshows (please tell me someone remembers). on top of that jungwon is super duper smart and he’s strong so that doubles his chances of making it out alive. i think he is one of those people who actually thinks abt these things. hes making it out with ZERO scratches and a will to live 100/10

riki : lowk i hate to say it but i don’t think he’s making it very far…. 💔 like yes he has the strength to do so but honestly he does not care. i feel like he’d would see a zombie and yk kill a couple but at some point he’s just gonna let them take him bc he’s tired of this bs 😭 also he’s a RUNNER like he will run as fast as he can and as far away as he can from those zombies before he actually has to face the consequences so. unfortunately he’s getting a 4/10.. A for effort though

[thiccsoftserved]

The Buffet/Stuffing in Public

Content Warning: References to childhood food restriction

The car ride to the buffet is short, but is filled with extreme anxiety. Your partner has been feeding you so well that you put on more weight than you expected since the last time you saw your family. You have outgrown all your pants and the leggings you are wearing tonight are brand new.

"I don't want to pop a button at dinner," you remarked lightly when getting dressed. Your partner then had playfully pouted, wrapping their arms around you from behind and tucking their hands under the swell of your gut.

The thing you are most nervous for is seeing your mother. She had always been an “Almond Mom” and made sure that you and your siblings had been extremely thin growing up. You know she is going to make a comment of your recent weight. Maybe a month or two ago you could have hidden yourself under baggy clothes and Spandex, but now there is an unmistakable curve to your middle that you can't hide when sitting down. And even then she will notice your widened hips and the softness of your jawline.

You squirm in the passenger seat, wishing you hadn’t eaten so much for lunch. Your stomach growls loudly and you absentmindedly rest a hand on your upper belly, rubbing and giving a small hum of disapproval. It feels like something is trying to break free and usually that's a point of arousal, but tonight it just reminds you of everything your mom said about chubby people when you were younger.

Your partner gazes at you hungrily, glancing at you when the road is clear, “You’re so sexy, you know? I know you’re worried your mom is going to say something, but you are so perfect and soft.”

That does make you feel a bit better and you shift in your seat, adjusting your seatbelt around your belly. Your partner steals another glance and then taps the steering wheel, letting out a small groan.

"What?" You ask.

"Fuck, sorry, you're just so hot," they say, "Should we pull over and fuck in the backseat?"

You roll your eyes, "We'll be late for dinner."

"Okay..." they say, "I'll just have to stuff you in front of your family and then explore all your curves when we get home."

"I'm not going to eat a lot tonight."

Your partner is silent and you can tell they trying to think of something to rebuff that. They turn up the music and neither of you say anything for the rest of the car ride. You arrive to the buffet and see your family getting out of their cars. Your mother says hi to each of your siblings and then goes to hug you. There is an obvious hesitation as she rakes her eyes down your body, but she doesn't say anything.

You all go inside and take your seats around the largest table in the establishment. As people get up to go to the buffet, your partner puts a hand on your arm.

"Want me to grab you a plate?" They ask.

You pause, but then something flips inside you and you feel ravenous. A pit opens in your stomach and the look you receive from your mother across the table hardens your resolve.

"Yes," you say, "and forget what I said in the car. Get me one of everything."

Your partner beams at you and makes good on that. They run away and return with a plate piled high. Chicken kabobs, cornbread, pizza, sausage rolls, salad, shrimp, mashed potatoes, mixed veggies, and a healthy scoop of fruit salad. While everyone else is talking you dig in and you don't care what they're saying. With each bite you can feel your partner's eyes on you, full of love and lust, and you are aware of your mother sitting at the far end of the table scrutinizing your eating. You don't care.

You make it through half of the plate and your stomach starts to strain. The feeling spreads through your abdomen, making your entire body tingle. You continue to eat, your belly pushing out so far that the table starts digging into you. A burp rumbles up and you take a second to stifle it. It's the first time you've looked up since you started. You're breathing heavily and another burp almost comes out, but you shove it down. You sit back for a moment, wiggling in your chair to reprieve the table pushing your middle. You resist rubbing your belly. This is a family event.

You get your breathing under control, but it still feels difficult to take a full breath. Suddenly your partner's hand is on your shoulder. Their eyes are dark and filled with unmistakable lust. You know that look... they want to throw you down on the bed and climb on top of you.

"Are you going to finish your plate?" They ask.

You go to answer, but all you can do is nod. What wanted to come out was a moan, but not here. Not in front of family.

You go back to the plate, but you're slower this time. Bite after bite the mountain of food disappears into you and you think that you're so stuffed you might not be able to get out of the chair you're in without help. It's almost like the back of your throat is also filling up.

Another burp, this one is actually kind of loud. A couple of your family members look over and your mom shoots you a glare made of daggers. You cover your mouth and apologize, hiding a smile. Your partner's hand finds your knee and squeezes it, sending a thrill through your core.

Somewhere during the rest of the plate your partner gets up and heads back to the buffet. Maybe for seconds? For them or for you? You don't think you'll be able to put any more away if they do bring more, but you'll certainly try. You're entire body feels gigantic and round, like a doll full of stuffing.

You finish the last bite of mashed potatoes just as your partner returns and they set down a giant slice of chocolate cake in front of you. Looking up at them, you wonder if they can see the dizziness in your eyes. You're starting to feel light headed. Do they really want you to eat dessert too?

They grab your face with a hand, squeezing your soft chin. Then they lean forward and kiss you.

They are still nose to nose with you, gripping your jaw as they say, "You're going to eat dessert, too, right?"

You heave a giant sigh and pick up a fork, feeling like you might pass out as you take the first bite of chocolate cake. The buzz of people around you dies out into the background as you shove down the whole slice. You feel another burp coming and this time you don't try to stop it at all.

A couple of the people at the table laugh and make a joke or two, but your brain is almost fuzzy with delirium. You are so warm, so round, so stuffed, so soft. You know they're going to talk about this later, but right now you want to go home and have your partner explore all your curves. Just like they wanted. Because how could you possibly refuse them now?

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This is a slightly longer one. Let me know if you like it 🥰 I love the idea of being stuffed in public.

[vio1315]

ask game! give 5 boring facts about yourself and pass it on!

HMM! I live a very mundane life, so let's see

Sometimes when I eat a form of cauliflower, I will start crying because of how good it is. Roasted cauliflower/broccoli with eggs is a personal favorite. (Adding some extra crispy spam? Even better)

2. Every year I rewatch Marble Hornets and invite someone who hasn't seen it before to join me. Every year someone agrees. Even one time a stranger??? I'm not sure why this keeps working because it's 9 hours long but I'm up to maybe 4 years in a row now? (Maybe more?)

3. Recently got off my heartburn meds (yay) though I'm annoyed I was put on them in my teens. You're not meant to take them long term and they will impact your bones etc etc. So I'm not pleased I was put on them daily during a time of my life where I would be having bones develop etc. I still have GERD and all, but it's much better than it has been in the past

4. When I was a kid I wanted to be a writer, but realized I wasn't really ever writing in my free time (vs class assignment) so this was a problem. I found RP a bit after and devoted all my time to it and puzzled a bit on how I might tell these stories etc.

During this internal debate, I discovered a fan animation for Zelda (Zelda UO, the very first one) and got so extremely inspired that I wanted to tell my stories right away!

I realized that I could choose art or writing and that the downside is art takes longer but will show people more exactly what you imagine, while writing is faster but less precise. I decided in that moment I wanted to show things more exactly and started learning how to draw from there.

I actually wanted to try out animation but could never get the Flash trial to work on my computer so settled on drawing. I had really not drawn before that point much at all and was never an art kid so it's kind of funny.

5. Even though my emotional state is much harder to activate vs others, I'm the only one I know who has cried from the sheer beauty of art (It was Neopets)

[petitelepus]

Okkkk ammm,Demon reader x platonic hashiras (gender neutral or female) where the reader is a kind of magpie or avian demon, loves shiny and expensive or flashy things and steals them from humans, but does not kill or eat them, what he steals he takes to a nest, reader is somewhat wild and aggressive, but avoids conflicts and is quite playful

When the Hashiras heard about you, they were all ready to kill you, just like what they did with every Demon there was... Only it looked like you didn't consume humans to live?

Either way, a Demon was a Demon and you were a threat to humans! Or so they thought, but you seemed to avoid humans until you couldn't.

"Ooh, shiny...!"

There were reports of your voice echoing around your potential victims and huge eyes gleaming in darkness...! But you never took a life but you seemed to take something else entirely.

People who were unaware of Demons thought you were only a talented thief and they were almost right. You were a talented Demon thief.

Your nest was hidden from the sun, but it still gleamed with all the shiny things you had stolen, such as hair pieces, coins, and anything that shined, gleamed, or glowed, you had to get it to your collection.

Giyu wasn't exactly jumping in joy. He thinks you need to be killed, but you make it hard to point out where you are and where your nest is. Your little song seems to ring around the area and it makes it hard to pinpoint your location.

Sanemi thinks you should have been killed on the spot, but you avoid him like the plague. He is loud and brash, he isn't welcome to your nest! If he finds you, you create a diversion and take your chance to escape with your nest.

Kyojuro had taken up the job to inspect you and your behavior... But you seem to avoid him? The truth is that his eyes, while pretty to normal people, make you feel uneasy and alert. It doesn't help that he is very loud, ouch, your poor ears.

Shinobu was after you when she heard you giggle and shoot down in an attempt to steal her hairpiece, but before you could do that, she had her sword out and cut your avian legs that reached for her beloved hairpiece. You screeched at her as your legs grew back, but you quickly flew away before she could get you for good. Needless to say, you are a little bitter and she just smiles, daring you to try that again.

Muichiro doesn't really care, a Demon is a Demon that needs to be killed... But you seem to take a liking to him. No one really knows why, but you had this urge to spread your wings, sing, and dance around him.

Obanai, much like snakes with birds, is after you, but like real animals, you detest him and that snake around his neck. You hide and won't make a sound when you sense him nearby, but he doesn't need to trust his eyes or ears when he has Kaburamaru with him. If things get dangerous, you might use your winds to blow him off, grab your nest, and make a run for it.

Mitsuri was alerted when approaching the area where your nest was rumored to be located... But as you heard her sweet voice, you couldn't help but whistle at her, much to her confusion. When she whistles back at you, you return the sound with your own little chipper song and she smiles. You don't appear so bad, you sound rather juvenile to her.

Tengen both likes and hates you. Your passion for shiny and flashy things is amazing but he didn't appreciate it when you swooped in to steal his headpiece. Unlike with Shinobu, you succeed, but Tengen is a ninja and quickly follows you to your nest. Seeing all the treasures you have is impressive, but he wants his headpiece back. Give it to him, and maybe he will give you something in return?

Gyomei couldn't sense any ill will from you, other than your will to protect all the shiny things you had collected. His blindness seems to interest you, but more than that, his praying beads look really nice...! You may try to sneak up on him and grab his beads when he isn't looking, but he is wiser than that and slams his palms together, startling you and making you take off. The weird thing is, you seem to follow after him from the shadows and trees, those pretty beads plaguing your mind.

[mytheoristavenue]

Hello! I was looking at your Mha work and I loved it all. I was hoping you could write one with Tokoyami and he’s comforting a cannibal reader. Like they’re starting to hate themselves for what they do and Tokoyami realizes what they’re going through and tries to help them. If this isn’t something you’re comfortable doing, then that’s okay! I really love your work and I hope you continue to keep going.<3

Sure, sorry this took so long! I took a few liberties!

MHA Fumikage Tokoyami x Cannibal!Reader - Poetic Cannibalism

Summary: Tokoyami comforts your insecurities about your cannibalistic quirk!

Warnings: Mentions of cannibalism, slight romanticism of cannibalism, GN!Reader, very short, comfort, nondescript relationship

Invisioning this person having a quirk kind of like Toga's where they need to consume DNA in some form from another person in order to copy their genetic makeup. This can allow them to give blood transfusions, skin grafts, or even organs to victims in need of life saving care! The caveat to this is that, in order to recover or give large donations of themself, the reader must comsume large portions of another person.

The reader typically chooses to consume large quantities of red meat to replace their iron quicker, and to curb cravings for human flesh, but at times, it just isn't enough! Luckily, there are organizations now that take quirks like these into consideration and contribute damaged organs of deceased organ donors in order to help solve this issue!

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You curled up in your bed in a tighter ball, listening to the bumping music from down the hall. The rest of your class was celebrating the collective passing of your final exams toward graduation, but you couldn't bring yourself to join them.

During the physical portion, you'd been paired with Denki and you'd exhausted all of your defensive stamina. To recover, the moment you both stepped off the battlefield, you consumed a raw kidney from your personal stash, care of one of the aforementioned organizations. You didn't miss the grimace he shot you or the whispered comment to Kirishima of: "Gross, how can someone eat something like that in front of people? I'd die!" Thankfully, that did warrant an honest smack from the rocksteady redhead, which you appreciated. But still.

Tokoyami, noting your absence opted to slip away from the havoc and bring you a bit of food before it was all gone. Knocking on the door of your door, he paused, hearing unmistakable sounds of distress. "(Y/N)? I'm coming in." He warned along with another knock before Dark Shadow slipped underneath the door and let him in. "Why aren't you celebrating with us?" He asked softly, approaching the bed.

"Tokoyami..." You mumbled, rolling over and sitting up, cheeks notably tearstained. Out of most of the people you knew, you felt only few knew you well. Tokoyami and Shoji, namely, so it meant something to have the raven appear in your time of need. "Do you think I'm gross?"

"What?" He scoffed, baffled." Why would I think that?"

"Well, Kaminari said-" You began, rubbing your fist into your eye.

"And you listened to him?" He interupted, skeptically. "Personally, I wouldn't be giving much thought to the musings of a man that literally short circuits multiple times a day." You could't help but smile at his commentary.

"Maybe you have a point," You admitted softly. "But... my quirk... does it make you think less of me? The fact that I have to consume human DNA to use it?"

"Does it make you see me differently that my quirk has more control over me than I do over it?" He asked in response. "Or the fact that it's put my friends in danger multiple times?"

"No..." You sighed knowingly.

"Then, I have no right to judge you based on your quirk. Especially when you use it to help others at your own expense." Deep down, you knew he was right, but he could still see the seed of unease planted in your heart. "You know," He sighed. "Some poets say cannibalism is one of the most intense forms of affection."

"Really?" You asked, peering up at him.

"Mhm," He nodded with a knowing smirk. "I know you have a love of love inside, more than most people in the best of circumstances. If partaking of another person allows you to express care, who has the right to shame you for that?"

You couldn't keep the shine form your face, feeling that familiar sting in your nose that comes before a good cry. Luckily, you were able to bite the urge back. "I never... thought of it like that." You admitted softly. "That makes me feel a lot better, actually."

Tokoyami smiled, vermillion eyes shining in the yellow of your desk lamp. "I'm glad I could be of service, friend." He stood up with a heavy sigh, offering a hand. "Now let's get to the common room before someone gets too nosy."