#as a precaution for putting stuff in the tag

[thatdeadaquarius]

Genshin Impact Sagau/Isekai:

You still have acces to characters! ...by possessing them. 👻

PART 2 (you're here!) / Part 1

All art by me! :] leave me a iced coffee?? :0

HEY!! REALLY QUICK PLEASE READ!

STOP tagging my posts as "Yandere Sagau", "Sagau Cult AU", "Sagau Imposter AU" or other related dark content tags.

I'm sick of seeing reblogs that tag my work as dark content, when I'm specifically trying to LIGHTEN UP THE SAGAU TAG 😭😭??

Please be more respectful of this. Actually read the work before you just tag it incorrectly. Tags do matter.

/nm /gen

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Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them)

Planet: Misc. Genshin AUs

Orbit: Headcanons, Scenarios

Stars: Tighnari ft. Cyno, Alhaitham, Collei

Comets & Meteors:

Content Warnings: Mild violence (bandit attacks/non-graphic), Reader/you possess people non-consent (mild/consent given eventually)

& Trigger Warnings: Reader/"you" possess people non-consenually for short times, but given consent eventually.

(pls comment if any more!)

Edit 9/7/23: 1,000+ NOTES?? WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE WHY- THANK YOU???

Edit 12/24/23 + 4/5/24:

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My goofy ass forgot to put this here .-.

Anyway this is a full length fanfic now ;)

…mistakes were made.

bad decisions were had, and okay, mayyybbbeee you could’ve taken more precautions against people finding out you were “real”.

afterall, you did see the Eremites reaction, even if it was only two guys (one from each camp) that you possessed :/

word spreads quickly amongst the Eremites groups, you guess, bc next thing you knew, after you’d moved closer to floating around Gandharva Ville,

they’d called that entire bit of forest haunted.

BUT IN YOUR DEFENSE-!! how were you supposed to know they’d blab to the whole camp they didn’t remember the past 20 minutes after you unpossessed them?? and immediately be on guard and jump to possession?? (Irminsul works hard but eremites/sumeru people work harder u guess)

And by the time you were happily patrolling with Collei, the forest rangers were just so chill you didn’t really expect anybody would think a ghost was possessing them (or whatever you were now… maybe,, just code?? it’s unclear)

so when u start to see Tighnari squint at people who’ve technically just “woken up” after you possessed them, mumbling under his breath more and more as a file he carries around gets thicker and thicker-

you start to think,,, maybe.

okay, mayyybbbeee,

you’ve fucked up.

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You really can’t help it, first it was making sure Collei got back safely from patrols (she’s ur skrunkly okay, you can’t help it, you’re still aware she’s capable but- the urge to skrunkle overpowers you- )

but then-!! You managed to spot Cyno! :D its ur boy!! ur little meow meow, who can throw people over his shoulder!! He really doesn’t need you, hovering around, but eh ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

what could it hurt! …it’s not like he can see, hear, or feel you anyway…

(unless u possess some animal/machine he thinks is friendly, which. sumeru is not exactly known for cuddly creatures. you don’t feel like experiencing death when possessing stuff just yet-)

imagine ur panic and shock as the General Mahamatra takes on a camp of criminals on the run, only for one of the old ruin machines (the ones that are just LEG and DEATH)

to hear the ruckus and come stomping around a thick patch of trees, it launched missiles!! You can’t warn Cyno, he can’t hear you!! No one can!!! The criminals are unconscious, there’s no other wildlife nearby they all ran off!!! FUCK-

You look at him and try to imagine his perspective as vividly as you can, he’s looking over the criminals, but now he’s turning, so people passed out and the tree-line got it-

Congratulations! You’ve possessed Cyno. 💀

It completely disorients you for a second, but then the panic of dodging the missiles comes back in time for you to make his body dive and roll off to the side, for as long as you can manage a roll too since you remember that’s the best way to dodge missiles in the game

…which works really well! bc he’s so fit and agile tbh

It was weird to finally run again after so long (two months now in teyvat?? wow)

with your feet suddenly in sandals, and feeling the breeze chilling your bare chest (Cyno’s chest??)

yeah its a shock considering most of the ppl you’ve possessed lately have been fully clothed rangers lol

you quickly imagine your ghostly form again, and just like that you’re drifting out of Cyno in ur “ghosty” form, having floated out and away from his back

Poor guy looks so fucking confused, and immediately is wielding his spear again, and is about to get out the crouch you put him in behind the dilapidated stone wall (dammit he better not waste ur efforts to keep him alive-)

until missiles slam and explode against it, he ducks back down (thank fuck) and Cyno just looks around one last time before hopping the wall and running to fight the thing

you notice that when the electro user goes to use his powers, they seem stronger than they were in his fight with the goons??

Maybe he was just going easier on them, since they are only human?

…so why does even Cyno look surprised when he goes to make a simple swipe with his charged spear and a bolt of lightning cracks out from his spear instead…?

…weird.

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Tighnari knows you’re here.

You figure he must have collected the reports of people “blacking out” or “sleep-walking” or whatever else and begun to suspect the worst.

…to be honest, you’re not sure what to do.

on one hand, it would be great to have someone know you actually exist, as yourself,

but on the other…

What would Tighnari think?

Of you possessing his rangers?? Temporarily taking ownership of someone without permission??? You’re afraid he’d think the worst of you…

tho u didn’t do so often, as u realized how messed up this could be, and u never did more than make them walk or talk normally for a few minutes before leaving them alone!

… afterall, you missed interacting with people. You were honestly a little worried abt going crazy, which is the only reason u were desperate enough to possess human people in the first place and continue doing so, just to talk to someone and have them look you in the face again like you really did exist as a person here-

(u thought u remember reading somewhere back on Earth that someone can only last 3 days of no other human contact until they start to lose it? but even if that’s not true, at the very least, u dont think talking one-sidedly to yourself all the time is healthy…)

so when Tighnari seems to get that file you’ve seen him adding onto, and gather up supplies, mentioning a day trip to Collei and the others to Sumeru City for some

“further research into these ‘blackouts’, and also contacting some of my colleagues who might know something…”

there’s no way you’re not going with him.

you feel increasingly anxious all day, and at one point when you were sure Tighnari was walled-in by books at the House of Daena, decide to go blow off the anxious energy by possessing an animal to get some food!

…you’re not really feeling comfortable enough to possess a living being into eating yet, that seems hella nonconsensual, and u kinda would be taking the joy of the meal from them tbh-

so u possess a cat!

a ginger cat, bc u like to think if u do anything weird, that ppl in Teyvat have the same type of cats back on Earth and excuse it as just:

“unhinged ginger cats being unhinged ginger cats yep makes sense” lol

you’d managed to be really cute (and wasn’t that weird, having to mimic animal behaviors like rubbing ur side against a person’s legs..)

and convince one of the cooks of Lambad’s Tavern to give u some leftovers, and been about to go off to try out sunbathing before the chore boy, little shit he is, tried to chase you off with a broom!! >:( the audacity!! you clearly have a little plate and everything!!

luckily, you’d finished eating, but still! Ouch!! those bristles fucking hurt-!!!

…you look and see a Sumeru-ified version of a skateboard, and u just know ur little cat face is just ✨v✨

and u steal the little shit’s skateboard as revenge! HAHA thats what you get animal abuser!!!

The kid’s yelling at you as you speedily skate away with ur little cat paws (LMAOO), but the cooks are calling him back in so he can’t pursue, (oh good u hear them get onto him for chasing u off)

and as u slow down to coast along the Sumeru streets,

you feel someone’s eyes staring you down.

You assume it’s just people being amused at a cat skateboarding, obv

but when you look just ahead of you to see a smiling Sumeru citizen or eremite-

Oh. It’s Alhaitham.

and he’s just… watching you.

he’s stopped reading whatever he’s got in his hand, and is slowlyyyy turning his head as you pass by…

You decide to just keep skating away. LMAO

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it’s already sunset by the you’re accompanying Tighnari back from Sumeru City, floating along behind him

and you’d been expecting a calm walk back, tbh you’d been feeling a little better bc the ranger hadn’t found much to identify you, yet, luckily-

but bc u can never catch a break:

Tighnari didn’t see the bandits dropping from the goddamn trees BEHIND HIM- and they had like claymores out- those were definitely gonna be killing blows-!!

so yeah.

You possessed Tighnari.

turns out ur pretty good at dodging bc this is second time now you’ve helped dive away for someone in an ambush, ur kinda proud of urself tbh💀

and as you make him take a few leaps back, ur ears twitch in the wind as you duck behind a tree, then float away and out of his body

The poor hybrid ranger visibly sways, then shakes his head out of it, and he flicks his ears in different directions, squinting into the woods, he’s pulled out his bow, so you’re at least reassured he’s aware there are enemies

Like Cyno last week, he too gives up and rolls for the next tree for cover and begins to shoot and take down the bandits

the rest of the week is kinda a blur after that, bc it’s mostly filled with Tighnari running in circles around the camp checking for blackouts, writing letters to Alhaitham and Cyno apparently, and you not possessing anybody out of paranoia :/

Most notably however,

you’ve unfortunately discovered one of the few drawbacks of ur possessions

(y’know, besides not existing essentially, what with no one being able to sense u outside of possessions)

apparently, if someone walks thru you, they accidentally force you to possess them 💀??

while it’d already happened once with a random ranger that you didnt notice was walking up behind you,

you didn’t want to test it again just yet bc it kinda made YOU nauseous and incredibly dizzy when this happened

(as in, u stumbled like a drunk after this poor ranger woman ran thru u, until you were so dizzy and the world spun sm u had to make her sit on the literal ground, luckily she just thought she was just really dehydrated when she came back into herself 😭)

so obviously, you’ve avoided crowds to keep this forced possession thingy from happening all the time

like at the Forest Rangers meetings or something, ur watching off to the side, instead of standing with them or beside them

so needless to say, after about a week and half since possessing Tighnari,

you definitely did not mean to possess Collei.

She’d been in her wheelchair today, the Eleazar flaring up and tiring her body out

so her wheels had been entirely silent when she rolled up to where you and Tighnari were leaning over some strange experiments of his- you were just trying to figure out what all these mirrors were for, didn’t he do plants more-?

you didn’t even know what the hell happened, you just felt that familiar dropping sensation, like a small drop on a rollarcoaster, blinked, and then suddenly you were sitting instead of standing/floating???

Oh god-

before you could even begin to process that Tighnari was in front of you instead of beside you, the world was shorter,

The fox-eared ranger yelled in triumph, grinning with sharp fangs and spinning around to look at you (Collei)-

“Ah-ha! It worked! Finally, I saw you! I saw you, I-?? Oh gods, Collei, NO-!”

And with quick reflexes, Tighnari’s summoned his bow, but he’s clearly confused on what to do about this situation, taking aim, but also holding the air glowing with dendro not as taunt as you’d seen him in the battle with the bandits

You scramble to raise your hands up, brown poofy sleeves rise to your command, light green hair you can feel on your shoulders, everything is familiar, but not-

“WAIT! I’m sorry!! This was an accident, I promise! I don’t intend to hurt Collei, or you!! Please, just, don’t shoot me, I think you’ll just hurt Collei instead…”

You talk him down and decide, that if he’s put this much effort into finding out about your existence, is an incredible leader and friend to everyone around him, and was able to accept the traveler and many other strange things that’ve (probably? maybe?) already happened in Sumeru (god fuck u dont even know where in the timeline you are)

that you can probably trust Tighnari with your existence, and your powers.

…He nearly passes out.

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Life has gotten a lot funnier, and happier, since you told Tighnari (and some of the more trustworthy rangers and Collei by proxy) about ur existence (or really, confirmed it)

He’d been wary at first, appropiately cautious and demanding answers, of which you were happy to give and explain yourself

luckily, after a whole lot of “hmm, I see, no, I think I’m understanding-” , finger on his chin and everything

he’s said it’s okay to hang around the rangers, so long as you don’t possess anyone anymore without them knowing about you/with permission (outside of emergency situations that is)

tho he did seem surprisingly understanding and accepting of you doing it before after you explained how u were just unbelievably lonely and were lowkey paranoid of going crazy-

The rangers seem to believe you’re some kind of god/spirit thing, as you had no explanation yourself as to what you were ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

Tighnari’s also given you the rule to help out around here if you’re going to “ghost-laze around”, as he puts it lol

you’ve redirected ruin machines/feral animals away from rangers many times by now, to the many thanks and gratefulness of the rangers

you’ve even managed to even figure out how to push Collei’s wheelchair around when she uses it!

mostly by possessing tree after tree and using vines, or occasionally a fungi that can fly so you can nudge her along

she has insisted that you possess a ruin guard and carry her just to try it… however, Tighnari overheard her talking to the forest rangers’ dog (you) and immediately knew shit was up and banned you from doing it (at least not yet)

While most rangers are okay with you possessing them for a few minutes (and they’ve developed this bandana wrapped around their upper arms policy of “red = no possess, green = go ahead”)

Collei is the most okay with it and for longer, so you “won’t be that lonely ever again!” :’)

Tighnari is busy with stuff, so you can’t possess him as often, but the ranger has developed a theory that the more you possess someone, the more they can sense your feelings during possession/while floating around in ghost form too,

so he’ll occasionally feel you in the room with him, and start talking out loud in some one-sided convo to make you feel more included to make up for not being able to interact with him sometimes :)

(after taking you off his list of worries he’s still pretty swamped, not that he’ll tell you that, as he’s still not quite sure why he’s so, warm and safe feeling when you’re around, so willing to trust you so naturally, that it makes him want to at leats pretend to be worried abt a possessing ghost god/thing hanging out with the rangers now)

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basically everything is great!

the rangers are okay with you, they got a system to interact with you consensually, Tighnari and Collei are fond of you, you get to finally have something to do instead of floating around all the time (joining ranger missions)

and look!! they’ve even been kind enough to build you a little shrine or altar of sorts! Notes about Sumeru life, recipes for you to try, occasionally some books for you to read, and even some snacks/desserts for you to try out the next time someone possesses you and gives consent! (you leave them a little note stuck on their hand with your question for specific actions like that, if there isn’t another ranger there to ask for you when you unpossess them)

and everything is so cool, and everyone is so sweet and accepting

…Until Alhaitham shows up in Gandharva Ville, knocking on Tighnari’s door.

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AHHHH idk if this is any good! sorry it took so long, it was mostly the art 😭😭

anyway its not the best (the writing or the art) but i hope it’s at least some content to look at and be entertained for a minute!

also figured it was a good day to post what with the attack on our beloved Ao3 (tho i think it’s back up now?)

anyway, feel free to leave critiques on this one! (which I’ll probably turn this into a real fic one day soon, but not sure what to do with the plot/do a diff setup than this or what)

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sorry abt the radio silence! I just needed to close my mailbox bc i had a lot of stuff to answer, ur welcome to send submissions to chat/non-requests!

and also this took time to make (once again, mostly the art, bc thats how it always is with art isnt it 😭)

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Safe Travels Stranger,

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Maybe see if your listed as a "searchable blog"?

[amirasainz]

What about amira was watching a show and it had steamy scenes and Carlos walk in as had a fit, quickly turning it off saying your just a baby, how dare someone make u watch this

Hi my loves. Enjoy reading and send some requests.

-xoxo, Babygirl 💋

P.S.: Shoutout to the person complaining anonymously about how I tag my stories in my requests 😘😘

Just a Baby

Carlos was home for a rare break between races, enjoying some time with his family in Madrid. His sister, Amira, had returned home from university for a few days, and they were both relaxing in the living room. Carlos was in the kitchen, grabbing a snack when he heard the unmistakable sound of a dramatic TV show playing in the background. Amira was deeply immersed in the latest binge-worthy series, curled up on the couch.

The show, however, had taken a rather unexpected turn. A spicy scene appeared on the screen, one that was definitely more "mature" in nature. Just as Amira’s eyes widened, both from surprise and perhaps slight embarrassment, Carlos walked into the room, munching on an apple.

“Amira! What are you watching?!” he exclaimed, nearly choking on his bite.

Amira fumbled with the remote, trying to skip ahead or find the mute button, her face flushing a bit. “It’s just a show, Carlitos. Relax! It’s nothing,” she said, desperately trying to act nonchalant as she struggled to fast forward through the scene.

Carlos marched over and snatched the remote out of her hand. "Nada?! Amira, I saw what was on the screen. You shouldn't be watching things like this! You’re still just a baby!"

Amira rolled her eyes, already anticipating what was about to come. “Carlos, I’m 21. I’m not a baby anymore,” she said, crossing her arms defiantly.

Carlos shook his head, pacing in front of the TV like a concerned father. "21? Oh, please. You still have a teddy bear in your room!" he pointed out, hoping to strengthen his case. "This... this stuff is for adults."

“News flash, genius,” Amira shot back, “I am an adult.”

Carlos’ eyes widened dramatically, as though she’d said something preposterous. “You? An adult?” He let out a chuckle. "Amira, come on. Last week you were asking me to help you change the light bulb in your room because you were scared you’d break it. That doesn’t scream ‘adult’ to me!”

Amira glared at him. “That was because it was really high up and I didn’t have a step stool!” she defended herself, her cheeks turning even pinker. “Besides, what’s the big deal? You’re acting like I haven’t seen—”

“Don’t. Even. Say it,” Carlos interrupted, waving his hands in the air like he was trying to ward off evil spirits. “I don’t want to hear that you’ve seen anything like that. It’s disgusting. Unbelievable. You're practically a baby. You should be watching cartoons or... or... I don't know, baking shows!”

Amira couldn’t help but laugh now, the absurdity of the situation catching up to her. “Baking shows? Are you serious, Carlitos?”

“Or documentaries!” Carlos added, as if he’d had a sudden epiphany. “Something educational, you know. Not… this.”

Amira threw her hands up. “Fine. Next time, I’ll be sure to watch ‘The History of Bread’ just to satisfy you.”

Carlos squinted at her, pointing the remote at the TV and clicking the power button. “You know what, I think I need to start reviewing your shows before you watch them. Like, as a precaution,” he said, sounding very serious.

Amira was now completely exasperated. "What, are you gonna start putting parental controls on the TV?"

"Don't tempt me," he said, raising an eyebrow.

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The following weekend, Carlos was back in the paddock for the next Grand Prix, catching up with his fellow drivers. During a quiet moment in the hospitality area, he found himself relaying the entire incident to his teammate and good friend, Lando.

“So I walk in, and she’s watching this... this show,” Carlos explained animatedly, “and there’s this completely inappropriate scene playing. I mean, come on, Amira’s too young for that stuff.”

Lando listened with a grin spreading across his face, clearly enjoying Carlos’ overprotective older brother antics. “Wait,” he interrupted, holding up a hand to stop Carlos mid-rant. “Isn’t Amira 21 now?”

Carlos nodded vehemently. “Sí, but that doesn’t mean anything. She’s still practically a child, Lando.”

“Practically?” Lando’s grin grew wider. “Mate, she’s an adult. You know that, right?”

Carlos folded his arms and huffed. “She’s not mature enough to be watching that kind of content. I need to protect her.”

Lando chuckled mischievously, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. “So… you think she’d do that with me?” he said casually, raising his eyebrows with a cheeky smirk.

Carlos’ reaction was instantaneous. “¿Qué? What did you just say?” His eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched.

Lando, who knew exactly what he was doing, leaned back in his chair and stretched nonchalantly. “I mean, if she’s watching stuff like that, maybe she’s… you know… open to trying things. I could—”

Before Lando could finish, Carlos had already lunged across the table, his hands outstretched toward Lando’s neck. “¡Eres un idiota!” Carlos shouted as Lando sprang to his feet, barely avoiding Carlos' grip.

Lando’s laugh echoed down the paddock as he sprinted away, Carlos hot on his heels. “It was just a joke, mate!” Lando called back over his shoulder, dodging past a stack of tires.

“I’m going to kill you, Norris!” Carlos yelled, weaving through a group of engineers who quickly parted, sensing the chaos approaching.

Drivers and team members looked on in bewilderment as the scene unfolded. Lando dashed past Max, who raised an eyebrow. “What did you do this time?” Max asked dryly.

“Nothing!” Lando managed to get out between breaths. “Just complimented Carlos’ sister!”

Max’s face broke into a rare grin. “Good luck with that,” he said, stepping aside to let Carlos barrel past.

The chase continued all the way to the garage area, where Lando finally ducked behind a stack of equipment cases, hoping Carlos would lose sight of him. But Carlos was relentless, storming up and down the aisle.

“Come out and face me, coward!” Carlos called, his voice filled with mock fury. “Or are you afraid of what I’m going to do to you?”

Lando peeked out from behind a tire rack, his face still lit up with that boyish grin. “Okay, okay, I surrender! You win!” he said, throwing his hands up in mock defeat. “Amira’s off-limits, I swear!”

Carlos, still catching his breath, pointed a finger at Lando. “If you so much as look at her, I will personally make sure you have to drive the car with three wheels, understood?”

Lando nodded, unable to keep a straight face. “Got it, boss,” he said, giving Carlos a mock salute. “You’re such a protective big brother, though. It’s actually kind of cute.”

Carlos groaned, rubbing a hand across his face. “Cute? I’ll show you cute,” he muttered, giving Lando one last glare before finally walking off.

As Carlos walked away, Lando whispered under his breath, “Bet Amira would say I’m cute, though…”

Carlos spun around one last time, but Lando had already disappeared, leaving Carlos shaking his head and muttering something about British troublemakers.

[affableramen]

Very h*rny headcanons on Genshin chars Prt 2

Tags: 18+ pleeeeease, reader gender not specified, (well, only in the end abt pregnancy)

Chars: Dr. Snek 🐍

• Baizhu can’t take you rough. He just can’t. You need to assist him in that. In fact, he loves when you guide him, wrapping your legs around his waist and teasingly rubbing your crotch against his. You love seeing him lose control, but to get there you gotta put lots, lots of effort. Baizhu won’t take you roughly until he is filled with horniness to the brim. He needs to be extra hot in order to fulfill this naughty wish of yours. To help him out and encourage him, you might rub him from behind while he sits at his desk, or you might go to the length of sucking him beneath it. Baizhu is quite sensitive to oral, so if you want him to really punish you, start from making a mess out of him instead. You will get what you deserve.

• Doctor likes to be ridden. Missionary is his number one, but oh, archons— the way your hips grind against him drives him insane. He can experience dry orgasm just by you humping him, and both of you will be satisfied.

• He is very embarrassed by this little whim of his, however he likes when you hand him during work. He makes sure Qiqi doesn’t guess a thing. But the way you’d hide beneath his desk and “play” with his pantysnake brings him so much satisfaction that his face goes red. He will probably never let you know, but he dreams of being touched by you during his working hours even if it is so inappropriate. Well, rules are made to be broken.

• Unlike Pantalone who doesn’t trust anyone to the fullest, even his s/o, Baizhu is ready to shift control into your hands. He adores to be taken by you, cause he knows you will impress his ass. He will guide and comment but mostly what you’ll hear from him are soft sighs, quiet whimpers and lots of “…Yes, right there… you’re so good at this.”

• Sometimes Baizhu has an “evil” side and something about you makes him tick. Naturally, he is in for kinky stuff. He will quietly chuckle “…Let it be a secret, darling. Don’t ruin my masterpiece” while he is tying you up thoroughly. He goes to his cupboard and grabs a bottle of finest warming lube, to provide you with unforgettable 40 minutes fingering / handjob, edging and keeping you in place as you squirm and cream. And when you say “What about you? I want to please you too”, he will tell you he already had three dry orgasms but never showed you.

• Baizhu is a silent moaner but mostly because he doesn’t want Qiqi or herbalist Gui to witness your personal bed fights. Sometimes not sure if he enjoyed it you will ask him whether or not he is satisfied with whichever you were doing. He will caress your cheek in deep surprise and reply “Of course I did! How could I not?”

• He loves quickies. He is a busy man so quick fuck is a life-saver. But even a quick orgasm becomes very pleasurable in the hands of this pharmacist. He is just too good for this world.

• Aphrodisiac !? - Baizhu prefers to not use this, however moods are fluctuating. You don’t mind a bit and he is happy to serve. One day he was too exhausted and mistook the capacity, so it became so stimulating to him he freaked out seeing himself overflowing with come. You were delighted, though!You lost count how many times he shot that day. And it was one of rare moments when he was actually loud. The next morning after a very passionate long-lasting night, to tell the truth, both of you could barely feel your legs and Baizhu was so clumsy he couldn’t find his eyeglasses.

• Protection! Everywhere and always. Baizhu likes taking precautions and not only it is hygienic and cleaner, he doesn’t want you to worry over pregnancy. After both of you haven’t seen each other due to business at work and Baizhu certainly wanted to pump every last drop for you to see how he wanted you, you can witness used condoms all over the room as evidence of your longing.

[ssturniolo]

Hey if you could would you mind writing something where the reader has to go on a plane for the first time and alone and she’s really anxious and scared. She looks through her phone and finds a video of Matt talking about random stuff to help distract you and he sends you a link to a playlist of all the songs you have memories for. Feels like something he’d do

Planes

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Matt x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - Even when far away, Matt will always be there

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - heights, bit of anxiety, not proofread, rushed

𝔞/𝔫 - don’t y’all love how creative I got with the title 😍

I take a deep breath as I step onto the plane. I’m not a baby or a wimp but planes scare the shit out of me. The thought of being so high in the air with your life in the hands of two people just doesn’t sit right with me.

I find my row and put my overhead luggage away, sitting down in my assigned window seat. I pull my legs to my chest, drowning out the announcements and safety precautions as my blood goes hot and I feel my heart race.

This is the first time I haven’t had Matt next to me, holding my hand and telling me things will be ok and it sucks.

As I feel the plane start to move, I put my AirPods in, trying to find anything on my phone to distract me. I open my camera roll, surprised to see a unfamiliar video of Matt there.

As the video plays, I forget about my surroundings, feeling as though Matt is right there with me. He talks about anything and everything, constantly making me giggle.

At the end of the video he mentions a playlist before leaning forward to kiss the camera.

“Mwah. I love you baby, you’ll be ok.”

Smiling to myself, I go to my downloaded music to find a bunch of our absolute favorite songs.

The one that played at the diner on our first official date, the one we danced to in his kitchen late at night, the one that I played while we cried our eyes out after watching titanic. Each song connects to a moment; a memory.

I let out a sigh of content as I lean back, turning the music up. Even though Matt’s a million miles away, he’ll always find a way to be there; to comfort me. I don’t know where I’d be without him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

XOXO - Zoe

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[sleazysquid]

For the requests: Do you think Dabi is into any sort of piss marking? Like internal urination/golden showers, just filthy stuff that marks you as his? I've been thinking about this a lot and always kinda waver.

Smh putting me tf out with this one I’m in adoration omg. So many approaches to this it’s hard to choose one… but I really wanna fixate on the watersports, power aspect, I feel like there isn’t a lot of love out there for that sort of fetish so.. I might have gotten a little carried away with this ask…

This Is What The Devil Does (Dabi x Reader):

Word Count: 1.1k

Tags/warnings: female reader, HEAVY watersports action, a little bit of some power play happening here, scent marking, public humiliation (f receiving), established relationship, dubcon kinkplay, a little bit of dumbification and noncon pic taking at the end.

I’m definitely leaning towards Dabi being the one to bring it up at some point or finding out on accident that the both of you have a kink for it. Maybe via… starting out as a joke and peeing on you in the shower? When he’s in the comfort of your home, he’s usually kind and loving behind closed doors. In public though? He loves to treat you lower than dirt at times.

You’ve learned that at any point if you’re walking down the streets he can just pull you into an alleyway to use you as his personal, and quite beautiful, urinal. Depending on his mood he may or may not actually aim for your mouth. Not a day goes by where you’re not swallowing a few warm (sour) gulps of his urine, opting to wipe the tip clean on your hair. It’s safe to say most of his bodily fluids have been either consumed or worn as a fashion accessory now. You nearly die of embarrassment showing up to a league meeting knowing you fucking reek of his piss. It gets him off when someone asks, “god what’s that smell?” Knowing it’s you, and watching you slowly back away from group. Even through all the precautions you take, having fresh clothes to change into in your backpack, he finds out pretty quickly and snags the clothes when you’re occupied with something else before going out.

“How else are people supposed to know you’re mine? You said you were game for anything, so. I don’t see why you’re making such a sour face when I’m just doing what you asked. Besides, your tits look great when they’re in a piss soaked shirt.” He quips while tucking himself back in, lightly slapping your face before offering the same hand to help you off your knees.

Over time, Dabi’s grown confident in himself and this newfound power dynamic. You’re his and his alone. He may let the other men in the group make their snide comments towards you, but at the end of the day you’re the one covered in his scent at all times. But of course, it’s not just the power, or the embarrassment, but most of all the act itself. He gets creative, searching for more ways to incorporate piss play more and more.

What would be the ultimate conquest than to go inside? He’s contemplated back and forth about this idea— the health consequences perhaps… he does care to a degree, but how good it’ll feel to possibly both of you (but especially him). His communication isn’t the best in your relationship. Most of these bursts of kink occur spontaneously. On a normal night, he’s got you in a mating press. Your legs are a little achy from staying like that for so long. The heat from his hands inadvertently climbing up in temperature from how rough he’s fucking you. That familiar sinister smirk peaks up from the corners of his mouth.

“ ‘want me to fill you up, baby?” He questions in a low husk. The vague wording skirting around your thoroughly fucked mind.

You nod, begging him with your voice breaking with each jolt of his hips, “please fucking fill me up, I need it so bad!”

“Hah.. you asked for it..”

A sudden warmth surges through your entire body. His mouth falls open, a long sigh drawls out from the depths of his scarred chest. Eyes flittering ever so slightly from the feeling of relief, losing focus but trying to maintain contact with you. You begin squirming beneath him. This isn’t right, this shouldn’t be happening— it’s taken too far, you’ve been pretty open to everything he’s asked to try, but this is something way out of your comfort zone, something that hadn’t ever been discussed before. Clammy palms hold you down and force you to be even more of just a warm receptacle. His other hand snakes its way to your clit, forcing involuntary spurts of your orgasm follow suit; and coupled with the hot constant stream, it forces you to cum harder around his pissing cock. You feel so full from the ridiculous amount he’s letting into you. It overflows and dampens the sheets beneath you, dripping in every possible nook and fold while soiling his legs.

“It feels… so warm. I feel… so full.” You breathe out as the initial shock wears off and twists into dumbed down euphoria. You’re already so warm to him, so inviting. A personal slut who loves milking his cock for his cum, and now his piss. It’s such a strange sensation but you’re instantly fixated on it, on him, him, only him, and everything about him. You cry out his name as he empties his bladder inside your throbbing pussy, singing praises and begging him to start moving again.

“You really like it that much, huh?” Dabi’s face lights up.

“Fuck yes! Please… fuck yes!! Please start moving, I wanna feel it more, please Dabi??” Your dumbed down brain can’t even fully form sentences anymore, just little begs like a lost puppy.

You’re both in such a vulnerable state even with him having the upper hand, he can’t help but give in to your cute little pleas. His hips snap against you at a harsh tempo; creating disgusting, sopping wet noises that compete with the volume of your moans as his piss sloshes around inside you to a disgusting degree. Dabi’s not sure how long he can even last in this state anymore as you’re now fully intentionally sucking his cock in and out, creating a tight silky friction that makes him feel like he could cum at any second now. Arms outreach to him—inviting to become even closer to your body more than ever; you grip the fluffy black locks as he fixes open mouth kisses around the corners of your lips. With hands now on either side of your head, gently caressing, he chokes out beautiful breathy moans that fan over the shell of your ear as he spills hot spurts of his seed inside your spent cunt.

When he pulls out, a mixture of piss and cum flow out of your abused pussy. The filthy sight of it nearly hardens him back up. He’s tempted to try and coax another round or two out of you, but right now you look thoroughly exhausted and completely drenched in sweat. So he does what all great boyfriends do, gently lifts you up and gets you to the tub to help clean you up of course, but not before pulling out his phone to take a couple pictures. You just look too delicious and ruined to not memorialize such a feat.

3am: Dabi sent a photo to the groupchat

“I told you I’m keeping this one all to myself, you fucking creeps.”

[vasyandii]

Slight call out post, You know who you are. I'm not here to fight or stupid shit like that, rather express my concerns.

Right, okay. This is gonna be a little yap/ rant sesh real quick, then we can go back to doing fun stuff? Cool? Cool.

It has come to my attention I need to put some boundaries in place in regards to people who seem to not know. I was originally going to keep this to myself because I AM NOT A CONFROTATIONAL PERSON (Mutuals dw you’re fine I love you with all my heart.)

Content warning for aggressive language.

I keep tabs on almost everyone who follows me, this is a precaution to make sure that certain people; Young kids, users who are listed under my DNI, etc. don’t interact with my content as much. This is for my comfort.

The last week or so, when I was doing the OC doodles, There has been a a user who has been… VERY ADAMANT on having their Character drawn. (Which is fine! I get that people are passionate about their ocs and want to see their characters in other peoples work, completely understandable!) PLEASE JUST DONT BE PUSHY ABOUT IT. I HAVE SCHOOL.

However, A NOT GOOD WAY to get an artist to draw you something is to partake in weird behavior?? Because it makes me extremely uncomfortable when people do this.

Like Chat am I tweaking or Is it weird when a blog suddenly switches ages in their bio by SEVEN YEARS? Are you my age or not? Because last time I checked, you were in your TWENTIES a day after you DM’d me. Then you were 19, then 18. Then poof, ageless blog. Please make it make sense.

Another thing, This is very stupid but I feel that as an Oc creator, I am protective of my ocs.

I know I'm not a popular blog, not even by a little. But I KNOW most Oc creators can understand this experience. (I Didn't even THINK this would happen to me, I thought I was lucky)

Her face paint is a pivotal and important part to her design. Am I saying "Ughh Nooo your oc can't have face paint because my oc has it nooo nyehnyehnyeh" ? No, thats baby shit.

I'm saying please don't copy my oc's design. Please. I get that drawing from inspo is part of an artist's creation process. However with this user's past behavior of being pushy, I feel I have a reason to be suspicious?

I worked my ass off writing, researching, designing, redesigning, redrafting her. That's almost 90+ hours of planning. It feels bad when suddenly there's one that pops up that looks hella similar to her, you get me?

People are gonna get on my ass for this, I'm not here for discourse, I'm just venting a little. My dms are always open, I'm old enough to admit that I'm wrong.

Using the tags to get this out there a little, Ik tumblr doesn't like that but it does refer to oc creation.

[sixhours]

bright spots - chapter 12

Rating: Teen Words: 3.6k Series tags: The Last of Us, The Last of Us (HBO), Joel & Ellie, Joel Miller, Ellie Williams, Marlene, canon divergence, hospital AU, medical stuff, blood, hurt/comfort, angst, canon-typical violence, vomiting, implied rape/sexual assault, I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

Joel

It’s been three months since they arrived at the hospital.

They’re hanging out in their room when a distant alarm sounds outside. Joel barely hears it at first, registers it as a ringing, whining noise, almost able to ignore it until Ellie looks up from her magazine, where she’s been doodling on the pictures with her crayons. 

“Did you hear that?”

“Uh huh…”

They go to the window but there’s nothing to see. A couple of Fireflies jog across the street in the distance, presumably moving toward the source of the sound, but then it goes quiet again.

He’s almost put it out of his mind when another alarm goes off, this one closer and clearer. 

Unnerved, Joel sticks his head out of their room where one of the nurses–the young one–is working at the desk.

“What’s goin’ on?”

“I don’t know–”

“Where’s Marlene?”

“I don’t–”

“You don’t know,” he mutters. “Right.”

“Joel?” Ellie pokes her head out of their room. “What’s going on? They’re ”

“I don’t–”

“I’m here,” Marlene says, boots echoing down the hall. “We’ve been tracking a horde on the western side of the city.”

“How big?” Joel asks.

She frowns. “Big enough that we’re keeping an eye on it. We’re trying to redirect them.”

“Is that what those sounds are outside?” Ellie asks.

She nods. “We try to draw their attention with the sirens.”

“That work?” Joel asks, folding his arms.

Marlene shifts her gaze to the side. “Sometimes.”

“What does that mean for us?”

“For you? Nothing,” she says. “We’ve shored up the guards on the first and second levels and we’re moving the labs up to the fifth floor. Just a precaution.”

 “I want a weapon,” Joel says.

Marlene scoffs. “Right.”

“I’m serious.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose. “Joel–”

“You want me to protect her, I can’t do that with my bare fuckin’ hands, Marlene.”

“We have plenty of soldiers holding the perimeter. They won’t make it this far.”

“An’ if they do? You got a plan B?”

“They won’t.”

He snorts. “So we’re fucked.”

“I have it under control,” she says, jaw tight.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” he mutters. “But I’m not gonna let you leave us defenseless–”

“You won’t be,” she snaps. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to deal with this. Stay put.”

“Like we can go anywhere else,” Ellie mutters. When Marlene is out of sight, she looks up at him. “What do we do?”

“Pack your bag, keep it close,” he says. “Just in case we need to run.”

~*~

All the tests are put on hold while they move the labs to higher ground. The elevator at the end of the hall dings constantly throughout the afternoon, running loads of equipment up and people down…until suddenly the lights go out.

“Just a precaution,” the nurse murmurs as she delivers an extra lantern to their room. “The less noise, the better.”

That night, without the hum of the building around them, the wail of the sirens is even harder to ignore, and it’s soon followed by the faint popping sounds of automatic gunfire.

Joel doesn’t sleep much to begin with, so he’s aware of Ellie’s tossing and turning on the other side of the curtain as he sits up that night with his book. He finally gives up and puts it aside. He keeps losing his place, anticipating the next alarm, ready to…well, he doesn’t know what the hell they’ll do if the horde makes it out this far, and no one will tell him anything. It feels like fighting a battle blindfolded with both hands behind his back.

And then a particularly loud siren goes off, and he hears Ellie’s strangled gasp of surprise. It reminds him of Sarah when she was little, woken from sleep by a sharp thunderclap, the pad of anxious footsteps in the hall and the creak of his bedroom door opening, a warm six-year-old tucked against his side for the remainder of the night.

As if on cue, Ellie appears at the edge of the curtain divider, eyes wide.

“Can’t sleep?” he asks.

“Nope,” she says, trying to sound nonchalant, but her voice wavers the slightest bit.

He shifts over and pats the mattress beside him, pulling back the covers. “C’mon.”

“They’re so fucking loud,” she grumbles, climbing into bed. “Every time I start to fall asleep another one goes off.”

“Want me to read some more?” he asks. “Might drown ‘em out.”

“No…thanks, though,” she sighs. He cups her head with one hand, absently stroking her hair.

“Do you think they’ll make it this far?” she whispers after a while.

“I dunno, kid,” he murmurs. “Probably not…”

“What if they do?”

He’s been thinking about it ever since the power was cut. Marlene might not be willing to share her plans for surviving a swarm, but that wouldn’t stop him from making some of his own.

“We go to the roof,” he says, trying to project an air of confidence, hoping to put her at ease. “Not likely to be multiple access points up there, easier to get out of reach. Swarms don’t usually stay in one place long…they’ll move on.”

She gives him a look that suggests he’s doing a piss-poor job of reassuring her, but then nods tightly in agreement. “The roof. Got it.”

Ellie

She’s woken by the sound of boots and yelling in the hall. She finally fell asleep curled up against Joel’s outstretched legs, forehead pressed to his thigh. She feels slightly embarrassed at crawling into bed with him like a fucking baby, but she’s too keyed up to give herself shit about it right now.

“What’s goin’ on?”

“The horde moved overnight.”

Joel’s deep voice carries from the hallway mixed with the voices of others; guards, probably.

“Closer?”

“Shit. Where’s Marlene?”

She flings back the covers, bare feet padding across the cool tile floor. It’s hot already, muggy and stuffy in their room; the central air must still be off.

“What’s happening?” Ellie pulls back the curtain, rubbing at her face with her sleeve.

“Nothin’,” Joel says absently. “Still got your bag packed?”

She nods, gestures to the pack on her bed.

“Good. Keep it close.”

She does.

The nurses don’t bring food like they normally would, not that Ellie could eat right now, anyway. A sense of doom hangs heavy in the air, and the normally bustling halls are quiet. She thinks this is what people mean when they talk about the calm before the storm.

Ellie spends the morning perched on the window seat with her pack in her lap and watches the limited view of the city outside. She sees Fireflies occasionally running, hears the alarms still going off at regular intervals. Meanwhile Joel is in the bathroom making a lot of fucking noise. She abandons her window seat and goes to the door, watching as he draws his hand along the edges of the shower, the exposed pipe underneath the sink.

“What are you doing?”

Now he’s examining the mirror, pulling at the corners, but it’s stuck tight to the wall. “Tryin’ to find a weapon.”

She looks at him skeptically. “Ooookay.”

Obviously the dude’s losing it. She goes back to the window and tries not to think about how fucking weird Joel is acting right now.

The first explosion goes off around ten, a distant roar as the building trembles from the aftershocks.

“Joel! What the hell was that?”

“Shit,” Joel whispers. “They’re bombing…”

She glances at him. “Is that a good thing?”

“No…it means they’re runnin’ outta options.”

She grips her pack tighter and goes to the window again. They can’t see anything, and when they attempt to go into the hall to see if the other rooms have a better vantage point, the guards block their way.

“Orders are to keep you secure until we’re told otherwise,” one of them says.

“Assholes,” Ellie hisses.

“C’mon, kid. Let’s…play a game or somethin’,” Joel mutters, hand to her shoulder, trying to pull her back into the room.

She wheels on him. “I don’t wanna get eaten alive playing fucking Boggle!”

“You’re not gettin’ eaten alive if I have anythin’ to say about it. Now let’s go.”

“Joel, this is so fucking stupid. We’re sitting here doing fuck-all and you’re looking for weapons in the fucking bathroom.”

“I know,” he murmurs. “I’m right there with you, kid, but pissin’ off the guards isn’t gonna help.”

“So what the fuck do we do ?”

“I don’t–”

Another explosion cuts him off. This one rattles the glass in the windows and sends them both to the floor.

“Fuck!” Ellie groans, hands pressed to the tile, still feeling the reverberations as the sound fades to a distant rumble.

“That was closer,” Joel mutters.

Ellie scrambles to her feet, headed for the window.

“Ellie!” he hisses. “Don’t–”

She ignores him, pressing her face to the glass.

“Whoa…oh shit, Joel! Look…”

A rough hand yanks her unceremoniously back from the thin pane as he growls at her under his breath, kid, what the hell are you thinkin’ . But she can’t take her eyes off the horizon, a sickening realization swirling in her stomach as it moves and ripples.

“Joel, out there! Look!”

They squint into the midday sun. Up the street in the far distance there’s a rippling in the air like heat off a hot pavement, a mass of moving bodies.

It would be really fucking cool if it weren’t headed right for them.

“They’re here,” she whispers, mouth suddenly dry.

There’s a flurry of activity from that point on. They watch the horde move in a kind of trance, watch the mass of infected move like a wave through the surrounding streets. Windows in the nearby buildings shatter as the massive group flails against them, the pressure of the crowd enough to fully collapse the least stable structures, leaving the others torn apart and covered with fungal gore. Their groans and shrieks become a dull roar in the background, and Ellie can feel the collective force of the impact when they reach the hospital campus, the floor beneath them trembling like the aftershocks of the last bomb. Soon there’s the shattering of glass and shouting from below, gunfire and barked orders to retreat.

The door to their room opens and the two guards from before have been joined by two more. She recognizes Lee.

“We’re going to the roof,” she says, eyes flinty in the dim light of the darkened hallway. “You’ll be safer up there. Let’s move.”

Joel gets his pack, hefts it to his shoulder, and indicates for Ellie to do the same. Before they cross the threshold, her hand shoots out and grabs for him, palm sweaty, half expecting him to swat her away, but he only looks at her, surprised, before taking her fingers in his and holding tight.

“It’ll be alright,” he whispers, and she nods, not sure if she believes him, but it’s not like she has much choice.

They’re led up the stairwell flanked on all sides by Fireflies. Sounds travel up from the floors below, the narrow column of the stairwell creating an echo chamber of terror. There’s shouting, panicked screams, and the incessant din of the infected underneath. Ellie keeps her grip on Joel’s hand iron-tight all the way to the roof.

Outside, the sounds are deafening. Even six stories up, Ellie has to clap her hands over her ears to drown it out. The smell wafting up from below is all rot and mildew, cloying and rank. They’re led to a small alcove and ordered to sit on the ground, back to a wall, the four Fireflies fanned out in front of them.

Worse than the groans of the infected are the human screams that ring out, begging and pleading each time the horde claims a new victim. Now Joel’s hands are around her ears, too, and she thinks she might be crying, but soon her tears are mixed with sweat and she can’t tell them apart.

They stay that way for what feels like hours, out in the open with no protection from the blazing summer sun until Joel pulls a shirt out of his pack and drapes it over their heads. One of the Fireflies leaves and comes back with a jug of water. Joel uses some of it to wet their clothes and they save the rest for drinking. The dark surface of the roof radiates the heat upwards until it feels like they’re baking from all sides. She’s sweating buckets, but Ellie stays pressed to Joel’s side and his arm stays firmly fixed over her shoulders.

Occasionally the walkies on the guards’ belts crackle, requesting backup, calling out the horde’s movements. Something about outposts being overrun, the detonator on one of the bombs going off too soon and taking out a crew of Fireflies. Ellie strains to hear but between the ringing in her ears and the sounds of the infected, it’s mostly garbled static.

At some point, an explosion goes off directly beneath them, and it feels like the whole building might shake apart and bring them down with it. Every loud noise, every vibration makes Ellie twitch and she thinks she can smell her own fear over the sweat and the fungal rot and the baking asphalt around them.

“It’ll pass,” Joel says softly, in a tone that tries to be reassuring, but his expression gives him away. He’s trying not to look terrified for her sake and he’s fucking terrible at it.

The sun has dipped below the horizon by the time the horde begins to disperse, to undulate its way beyond the hospital and out into the rest of the city, the hivemind having determined there’s nothing left in the vicinity of the hospital to ravage. It’s been dark for hours when they’re led back down to the fourth-floor wing, trudging on numb legs. She expects to find the place ransacked or at least changed in some way, but it’s just as dull and sterile as they’d left it. There’s still no power; without central air, the wing is stifling and stale, but it’s better than full sunlight. Her whole body aches from holding itself stiff and crunched up under the damp shirt, her ears still ringing with the phantom sounds of the horde.

She jumps when Joel puts a careful hand on her shoulder.

He urges her toward the bathroom to clean up, and she goes, still feeling the thrum of adrenaline moving like cordyceps under her skin. When she looks down, she’s surprised to see her hands are shaking. Everything feels distant like she’s moving through a fog, waking up from one of her nightmares.

She peels off her sweaty, sodden layers so she can sponge the worst of the grime off with water from another jug. She still feels gross, but the clean hospital scrubs are cool against her overheated skin.

Without thinking, she wordlessly climbs into Joel’s cot and burrows under the covers. She’s still there when he comes back from the bathroom dressed in blue scrubs and he doesn’t protest to find her. He just takes a seat beside her and puts a hand on her back, rubbing up and down like he did when she was sick.

It’s over. They’re safe. But she can’t convince her heart. It throbs in her chest, echoes in her ears, makes it hard to breathe. A harsh sob works its way out of her throat before she can smother it.

“Ellie?”

She shakes her head, not sure what she’s rejecting. It’s so stupid, she’s been through so much worse than a hot day for fuck’s sake. But something inside her is unraveling at a frightening pace and she can’t stop it; can’t stop her shoulders from shaking or the sobs from coming out.

“Hey…talk to me, baby. You hurt?”

She shakes her head again.

He’s leaning over her, probably looking for cuts or bruises or something to indicate why she’s suddenly turned into a big fucking baby. She squeezes her eyes shut so she doesn’t have to see him, doesn’t have to see the disappointment and worry and all the ways she’s become a burden–

A soft grunt and the cot dips more fully under his weight as he lays down.

“C’mere.”

There’s only a moment’s hesitation before she throws an arm around his waist and digs in with a sob, muffling it in his stomach. He smells like Joel even under the cheap scrubs, like sweat and something woodsy and warm. She’s shaking now, shivering even though it’s like a hundred degrees, like she’s not already buried in blankets.

“S-so…s-s-stupid,” she hisses between her teeth, hiccuping. “I-I can’t-c-c-can’t s-stop.”

“S’alright,” he whispers. “I know. Gotta release the stress somehow. You’re okay.”

He’s rubbing her back again, the same easy rhythm up and down, up and down.

“S-s-stupid,” she spits. “I-I-I-”

“Shhh,” he whispers against the top of her head. “Just let it out. I gotcha.”

So she does. She cries and shivers and she’s probably getting snot on Joel’s shirt but he doesn’t move, doesn’t push her away, just brushes her hair out of her face when it gets sweaty and talks to her softly.

The panic attack or whatever the fuck it is lasts for hours. By the time she’s done, there’s weak light coming through the window and her whole body aches like she’s been forced to run endless laps even though she’s barely moved. Her eyes are raw, her nose stings, her chest burns. The door to their room opens and Joel shifts slightly; she’s too exhausted to make out what he’s saying or who he’s speaking to.

The door closes. His voice is rough and his hand cups the back of her neck, carefully tracing the ridge at the base of her skull with his fingers. There’s something hypnotic about the motion and she misses his next words until his fingers stop moving and he asks again.

“Ellie? You hearin’ me, baby?”

She nods once.

“You want somethin’ to eat?”

Oh. Right. They haven’t eaten since yesterday morning, but the thought of food turns her stomach. She’s still up on that blazing-hot roof, the smell of infected lingering in her sinuses, the back of her throat. She grips at his shirt, burrows closer, doesn’t answer.

“How ‘bout some water, huh?” he nudges her.

She spent most of yesterday sweating and the rest of the night sobbing her stupid eyes out. Her mouth tastes like ass, tongue feels like sandpaper, throat hurts like she’s swallowed rusty nails. She manages a soft grunt.

“Gonna take that as a yes,” he mutters. “C’mon, sit up here.”

Reluctantly, she lets him pull away, face burning with embarrassment as she does as he asks. He produces a cup of water with a straw and she takes it readily.

“Little sips,” he murmurs. “Don’t wanna upset your stomach.”

Too late for that, she thinks miserably. But the water helps soothe her raw throat. When she finally works up the nerve to meet his eyes, she finds them bloodshot and dark-rimmed; he looks about as good as she feels.

“Power’s back,” he says as if reading her mind. “Shower might help.”

She doesn't want to leave him, but she’s not ready to admit that. And the thought of running water, a real shower with soap, suddenly sounds too good to pass up. She wipes at her face and nods, and his face softens, some of the worry lines smoothing out.

He’s right, too, as usual. Clean for the first time in hours and dressed in fresh scrubs, she feels much more calm. And really fucking exhausted, like she could sleep for three days. She comes out of the bathroom and Joel looks up, still red-eyed and mussed.

“Want me to braid your hair?” he offers.

She opens her mouth to say no because she doesn’t need him to braid her stupid hair. But then she remembers the anxious worry in his face, the way he’d stayed up with her all night. Again. Decides she’s saying yes for him, not for her.

She shrugs. “Sure.”

He’s faster at it this time. And it’s kind of nice to have it out of her face when it’s wet. He squeezes her shoulder when he’s done. “All set.”

She curls up in her bed, feels the pull of sleep almost immediately. She hears Joel go into the bathroom, hears the water run for a while. She’s still drifting when he comes out dressed in his usual clothes, rubbing at his hair with a towel until it sticks up in funny spikes. She hears him go to his cot, the creak as he sits down, and some lingering anxiety bubbles up in her chest. It’s so fucking stupid, but….

She sits up.

“Joel?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I…can I, uh…”

He tilts his head, then seems to catch her meaning without her having to ask. “Sure, kiddo.”

His cot is smaller than her bed, not nearly as comfortable, but as soon as she crawls in she feels the tightness in her chest loosen, even more when he lies down, too. She scoots closer and wraps her arm around his waist, hears a surprised murmured oh under his breath. He’s wearing a flannel, one of the ones he wore on the road, softer than any of the cheap scrubs, and she sinks into it.

“Think you can sleep now?” he whispers when she’s firmly tucked under his chin. She hears the rumble of his voice in his chest like a purr and nods, because she’s almost asleep already. 

Her last waking sensation is a faint pressure at the top of her head–so unfamiliar, so foreign, she doesn’t even recognize it as a kiss.

[fakeshibe]

the internet is so overtly hostile to kids and young people. commercialisation and profit margins killed off the places younger kids were safe and welcome to be in, creeps and those seeking to goad people towards extremism took over those spaces designated for teens.

There is no safe place. Every time i see a 14 year old on twitter, I see them being told to get off the platform. It’s not safe, it’s not for you. And that’s entirely correct, twitter is not a safe place for a 14 year old, but where is? Tumblr? not really. Club penguin? it’s dead. Community forums? not really a thing anymore. Discord? not without that teen being very aware of their safety and how to look after themselves, at which point they may as well have stuck to twitter.

Like it or not, it’s the job of every single one of us to make a space that is safe for teens. Doesn’t mean you have to be kid friendly, just means you need to take reasonable precautions that your not-kid-friendly content stays in your space, that they can’t accidentally come across it. Content warnings, censoring/spoilering posts, possibly avoiding the main tags for a thing if that topic is child friendly and your art is not. stuff like that. Like if young people are likely to search for stuff like lego, maybe don’t put your nsfw bionicle ship art into the general lego tag, stuff like that.

It’s your job to keep an eye out for your fellow humans. If you see a young person they you know displaying signs that they’re possibly being harassed/groomed/generally made uncomfortable/not doing well, make sure they have a safe person to speak to. You don’t have to be that safe person, you just need to make sure there’s someone who can listen to them.

If you see a kid doing something they really shouldn’t be, it’s on you to explain why they shouldn’t be doing that. Don’t berate them, don’t attack them for it. Explain, help them to understand why that’s concerning to you. We all know internet safety classes in schools are pretty rubbish, usually super outdated. I did a child safety course like two years ago that still included tips on building a safe myspace page. School isn’t going to teach kids about the immediate issues on todays internet, it’s on the community around them to guide them and look out for them.

Also playground humour is fine, just be aware when you’re joining in to not take it too far or make it weird. And bear in mind that even just by virtue of being a couple of years older than whatever young person you’re talking to, there’s a power imbalance in that conversation. Don’t encourage playground humour to the point of making it an entirely inappropriate topic. Your the one guiding this conversation, steer it in the right direction.

And if you see someone being weird towards any minor, wether you know them or not, call that shit out. Let it be known that someone is keeping an eye out, let that kid know that they’re welcome and they’re looked out for. Let that creep know that people see them, and people are very, very aware of what they’re doing. Make them feel unwelcome, run them out of your spaces, spread awareness of risky people. Keep your spaces safe.

This is all especially as important as IRL spaces become more hostile to potentially vulnerable young people. Queer teens especially are going to be looking for community and safety online more and more frequently. Make sure that the places they find will be a respite from the real world, not just a different set of threats to navigate.

Make sure young people feel safe on the internet, and make sure that those looking to take advantage of their presence, don’t.

Why am i writing all this? I’ve seen too many posts about people’s experiences as a young person online, and i talked to my brother the other day about him and his friend’s experiences and it’s terrifying that there’s really nowhere for young people to go. Also i’ve realised that i’m not doing enough to be part of the solution. so this is part of that, im gonna be far, far more aware of the issue and doing more to try and help.

[piinktearxs]

new regressor on tumblr?

here’s a guide to make tumblr your safe space (cw: talks of k!nk, nsfw stuff and p*rn)

to start: you’re gonna want to make your blog look REAL (as to not confuse you for a p*rn bot) so add a profile picture, a bio, and some colors in your blog, you can add it all in the 🎨 in your blog

secondly, you’re gonna want to add a DNI and a BYF in your blog, mine is my pinned post, DNI (do not interact) is a list of all the people that you do not wish to interact with here (a lot of people won’t follow it, but there are some respectful people that do) and a BYF (before you follow) is a list of characteristics that you wish to communicate for new followers (for example, in mine I state that i am not looking for a relationship here)

it’s common courtesy here to read someone’s DNI/BYF before following and liking it/sending the user the code (some people put it under the read more cut so they make SURE everybody reads it

you’re free to copy and paste my DNI in your own :))

now, the yucky stuff, filtration, you see once upon a time tumblr was a magical place and then yucky people came in and made it yucky, now it’s our hellsite and we love it as it is but you have to take your precautions here

as a regressor, it can be triggering seeing k*nk content, especially while regressed, to me, for certain k*nks, it’s yucky always, but tumblr has this nifty thing called filtering, where the tags the k*nk people use can be filtered and then tumblr will put a little wall between you and the post, so you won’t have to see it

you go to your settings and scroll down until you find the filtering section, you’ve got tags (how people FIND the post) and content (certain words you know might get used in posts you don’t want to see)

here is my list, i recently have been getting followed by a lot of yucky blogs, and when i’m not little i go through their tags to block them all, in efforts that the yuckies will be easier to handle as time goes on, their tags tend to change, so if you see a yucky, check the tags and block them as soon as you see them fyi; some of these tags/content that i blocked arent necessarily bad but they're triggering to me. All I'm saying is dont feel obligated to block them if you don't wish to :)

these people tend to do this thing called crosstagging where they post their stuff under their tag and then post it under age regression tags, can be unintentionally (a lot of people get the two mixed up, it sucks) or intentionally (some people get off on you seeing their posts without consenting to them!!) so blocking their tags out will help you not see it on the chance it appears!!!

sadly, this doesn’t guarantee a 100% sfw experience for us, i can’t promise you you won’t ever see them after this, but you definitely will see them less than if you didn’t

now the fun part! follow the tags under this post (these are the ones we regressor use to find each other) and follow regression accounts (or any other ones you like!!), this will create a lovely home feed and it will make tumblr more enjoyable

welcome and enjoy your stay!!!

[callsigndragon]

Tasting the Ashes | Ch. 5: Disasters come in threes ✍️

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings: pregnancy stuff, Mav and Goose being awkward around each other... and someone gets a bit defensive towards the end.

Important: This story is a sequel of Seeing Red, and there’s a lot of things you’ll miss if you don’t read that series first. Check Seeing Red! Masterlist on pinned.

I don’t tag people, follow @meigalibrary  for notifications!

Goose practically runs to his car, trying to make it in time before Iceman can have a chance of grabbing him by the mustache, but when he turns around his car to open the driver’s door, Ice is already leaning against it. 

“Shit.” 

“You really thought you could outsmart me? I’m the Admiral here.” Ice remarks, open hand extended in front of Goose. “Keys.” 

“What? No.” Goose shakes his head. 

“Nicholas Bradshaw. Keys.” 

Nick groans but eventually gives in, pressing the keys on Ice’s hand. “Look, I know that what I said was out of place, and I’m sorry, but I don’t want to talk to him.” 

Ice sighs, stashing the keys in his pocket. “This isn’t about whether you want to talk with Maverick or not. This is about a woman who is pregnant with twins.” 

Goose looks inside the bar, watching how Slider and Mav end up cleaning up the remnants of Hangman’s son’s party. Mav has a serious expression. Saying that he's worried wouldn't even cover it. "He really didn't know about Barbara having a daughter?"

Ice shakes his head, placing his hand on Goose's shoulder. "He found out at the same time as the rest. Do you think he would have left a little girl without a father?" 

"He pulled my son's papers. I don't know what he's capable of anymore." 

"Would you ever sit down and talk about that?" 

"Who knows. But the only thing I will be talking about is those kids." Goose states, heading towards the bar. 

Ice takes a deep breath and looks at the dark sky. “How I wish you were here, Carole.” 

The admiral enters the bar and, watching how Nick sits at one of the tables, Slider quickly occupies the chair next to him. Maverick glances in Ice’s direction, or maybe he’s looking for the quickest way out, which happens to be the main door that Iceman has just closed behind him. 

“You want to talk? Let’s talk.” Goose’s eyes never leave the table, becoming suddenly more interested in the indentations left on the wood after years and years of beers, glasses, and several other things being pressed against it. 

Maverick sits in front of him, trying to remember the last time they were in the same room. It was most likely the Hard Deck party following the uranium mission. It will be three years in just a few days. “Goose, I swear that I didn’t know that this girl was my daughter or that she was looking for me. We knew that Rooster had a big fat crush on her, and all of us tried to encourage him to look out for her, but I never thought it would end up like this…” 

Goose nods, still not looking at Maverick. “I’m sorry for saying that your daughter was the one that ‘opened her legs’. That was totally uncalled for. I don’t think anyone is at fault here. They’re kids; they took all the necessary precautions, and well, it wasn’t enough.” 

“I still don’t know much about her, but her call sign is Ash. Apparently she was in this horrible accident and her pilot died, but she walked out of the aircraft without a scratch.” 

“That’s the Mitchell thing I’ve heard since that stunt you pulled three years ago.” Goose chuckles, looking at him at last. “Now I get it.” 

Mav frowns, not understanding his ex-RIO’s words. “What?” 

“Rooster kept saying that there was something about her, like he knew her from before. Bradley saw you in her.” Goose rolls his eyes, scratching his eyebrow. “If he was a bit more clever, he would have put two and two together.” 

“He’s smarter than you all think.” Mav defends Bradley, tired of everyone calling him stupid, even if the captain was the first to do so. “She’s five months pregnant.” 

“There’s so much to do and so little time…” 

The men fall silent, with thousands of thoughts racing through their minds. Twins are born earlier, and things can be a bit riskier for both the mother and the babies, so Ash shouldn’t be left alone. “...twins even with a condom? Man, they should study your little soldiers in a fertility lab or something.” 

Iceman starts laughing so hard that he starts coughing. Slider’s comments are always the funniest. “Ron, please warn me before you drop one of your unfiltered thoughts.” 

Ron laughs too, shaking his head. “Anyway, does she have a place to stay? Those kids could come at any time, she shouldn’t be alone.” 

“That’s…” Mav leans against the back of his chair, fingers drumming against the table. “She learned who I was after her mother died.” 

“Wait, Barbara is dead?” Goose can’t believe what he’s hearing. They all knew about Barbara, she had worked as a nurse at Fightertown for many years. She and Mav used to flirt a lot, but after what happened with Charlie, Mav wasn’t ready to commit to a serious relationship. But they had fun together, and she always said that there weren’t feelings involved. A few months after that, she left the base, and nobody ever heard about her again. Not even Kazansky, who had known her for years. 

“Died the month before Ash came looking for me. Left a letter for her daughter on her will, along with her father's name." Mav explains, his jaw clenching at the fact that, apparently, Barbara didn’t want to see her daughter reunite with him while she was still alive. He wasn’t that bad of a person, right? He had done good things. He was a good guy. 

“Goodness gracious, great balls of fire, is this like a movie plot or something?” 

“I don’t know, man… I’m as lost as you are. I just adopted Jake and know he has a sister!” 

“You adopted Jake? Jake Seresin?” Goose questions, as if the thought of Mav doing something like that was insane.

“It’s Mitchell, now. And I just went from having two grandsons to four in a few minutes.” 

“What does Penny think about all this?” Slider asks, looking around. “I’m gonna assume that she’s mad because she’s not here.” 

Maverick drops his head over the table. “She’s not mad, just deceived. I always told her that I didn’t have any kids from previous relationships, and now she thinks I lied to her.” 

“Disasters come in threes, don’t they?” 

Mav, Ice, and Goose glare at Kerner, not agreeing with a word the man has said. “Don’t look at me like that; it’s true! That girl pops up, and suddenly you have a biological daughter, Rooster is going to be a dad, and you two are going to be grandparents!” 

“Why did Rooster run away?” Ice asks Goose, ignoring his RIO’s words. 

“He’s scared of my reaction. Where’s Ash now?” 

“She’s staying with Red and Jake. They have all she may need in their house, so… She went with them.  I’ll go tomorrow to talk with her.” 

Goose looks at Iceman. “Give Rooster office work for a while. He needs to be there for Ash and the kids.” 

“Don’t worry, I will. I heard that she wanted to talk to him, and your son told her to wait.” 

Goose covers his face in shame. “Apparently she never said that it was important, but she was scared, and that should have been enough for my son to go with her first and later come to the party. I swear this boy only has a brain cell.”

“Yeah, the one that used to get a boner and knock up Mav’s daughter.” Slider only has time to raise his head and see Goose’s fist collide with his face.

[montague-fortnite]

What is this site... oh, whatever, I'm Montague, you probably know me. In fact, you SHOULD know me.

Alright, I'm not gonna be on this site a hell of a lot, but listen up because theres rules you need to follow. My blog isn't some place to mess around, so lets keep it civil.

1. Im here because of other people, so dont expect me to be a dog to answer at every mention of my name or every question you just have to ask me.

2. No disrespectful behaviour under my posts or towards me. Im too busy working to tolerate peoples foolish behaviour. (No homophobia, transphobia, racism, sexism and the likes of it. You get it by now, right? Good.)

3. No NSFW, im always working, so nothing unsafe for that should happen here. I can't have people look over my shoulder at work and see that. (Suggestive is ok but minimal)

4. I may not be what you expected me to be, just because I dont follow your perfect little perception of me does not mean you can tell me off on it. (My canon is my own, simple as that.)

5. Keep your gross problematic stuff away from me, your weird ships, and inappropriate stuff. And that being said, don't pick a fight if I get with someone not of your liking. I pick and choose who I get to stay around, not you.

(No proshippers, and this blog might contain ship content, dont get mad if it's not someone you like. Not your choice, never was.)

{Keep reading to find tags, guides, and my idea of canon for this blog}

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Alright, now here's a few guides for you. Since some people don't know how to contact me, this is how;

My ask blog, I won't check it super often, but it's where you can contact me easiest. Anything weird asked in there is being ignored, so dont bother really.

Mentioning me in posts, feel free to, questions, posts, fanart, whatever you want. But if it's fanart, I prefer you only tag me in content you've made. {That's just to avoid random artists getting uncomfortable by rp accounts}. In reality, I can't stop you doing whatever, though.

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Tags I'll be using just to organise. It keeps me sane instead of getting lost in my own blog.

#Montague Asks - self-explanatory, ask me things, I reply and tag it with that.

#Montague RP Art - any art I make relating to this blog will be tagged with this. If you make an ask or mention me somewhere, there's a chance I will reply with an artwork so this will be the tag for it.

#Montague Puppet - I'll use that when speaking OOC, because well... I'm puppeting this account. I will also use {} when speaking OOC to make it clearer when it's not Montague talking.

#Fortnite tumblrverse - Another tag I'll use when in character, open for other fortnite RP accounts to use.

Montague canon;

Hi hello!! Its the puppet behind Montague here, im not fully knowledged on how Montague may act or what lore he may have besides the society and character lines from NPCs. So if anything seems off its most likely me trying to define my own canon. As time goes on canon may change.

Important note, this account is run by a minor. If this bothers you, not my problem. You can stay or you can leave that is up to you.

HCs applying to this account:

Montague, in my perception, is definitely not straight. I personally haven't applied a specific attraction to Montague, so it'll be vague whenever mentioned.

Montague is not Cis in this blog! But more often than not, he won't openly discuss that, and not many people know. He's rich, he got the surgerys before meeting most people he knows.

Whenever Montague gets hurt and has an open scar, sometimes diamonds will grow there depending on stress levels. This can cause a wound to open up more, so Montague, being an often stressed person, doesn't help this. This is why he has so many guards. Montague without guards is fine. He's fully capable of winning a fight. But it's a safety precaution he put in for himself.

Montague wears makeup, lots. He most likely has plenty of scars from when he got into fights as a teen. Because of this, he spends an hour covering them up. Some need makeup because of their positioning. The scars follow the previous HC of diamond growth, making them more permanent.

Any other HCs youll have to find out by asking the man himself. Asks appreciated!! Thats all for now.

[fighting-these-demons]

I've decided to put more of my bullshit in the G Gund*m character tags if it's casual and fun.

This fandom is blessedly small enough on tumblr that if it gets someone's underthings in a twist then they can just block me.

And I've decided to tag as such.

I'm done wringing my hands about it.

I'll still take precaution with larger fandoms that are full of toxic people.

But with G its so small that if someone has beef they can block me, complain to their own personal circle, and get on with their lives honestly.

The majority of people have been cool about stuff so hopefully the rest can be too! 💖🎉

Love y'all that I've bonded with and the ones that have been cool in small convos!

If you're following me, don't feel scared to reach out or add on or join in btw! I love chatting with people about this show! 💖

[tubbytarchia]

i don't think i understand your point about the shipping thing? (genuine question, open to discussion) like cause i find that having distinction between different kinds of relationships is helpful in both fandom spaces and irl boundaries. theres a difference between platonic (friends, family, even professional) and non-platonic (romantic and sexual) relationships. and having a word to refer to the non-platonic fandom stuff is useful, plus it's the way it's always been in my experience. putting the platonic stuff over on the same side as the non-platonic confuses me? if im misunderstanding, i would love for you to explain more. (hopefully this comes off as genuinely confused and wanting to discuss! and if you didn't wanna explain more that's ok, thanks for your time either way)

You're fine anon no worries!

Shipping to me is just that - shipping. It's a middle ground for any relationship you like. If you want to specify your ships further, you can do so, but now that "shipping" just means romantic by default, I feel like there is no middle ground and suddenly I'm forced to pick a side between romantic and platonic strictly when I almost never think of that in the creation process. I just feel like I'm handicapping my art and people's ability to interpret it by having to choose when I don't view it as either or

For me personally, I have never seen fandoms handle shipping the way traffic does, and maybe I'm just biased then in that regard but it's been bothering from the start. For me, it's very difficult to distinguish platonic and romantic. And that distinction is different for everyone. I have many times seen art of characters kissing and it being proclaimed platonic, whereas someone else would label anything of that sort strictly romantic

Most times when I draw art, I get afraid of tagging it as "shipping" because then people will think it's romantic, but in my mind it makes sense because I'm still drawing a relationship I like, even if I don't think of it or am unsure as to whether or not it's romantic. To me it's just my ship. People can absolutely specify stuff as this or that if they want to! Because I've never had to think of that before, it stresses me out a lot that so much emphasis is put on strictly outlining what sense your art was drawn in, to the point that other people start labelling my art FOR me when my thoughts are "it's just my two blorbos..." and that's it. In the end, I've resorted to tagging most of my ship art as "trafficshipping" anyway just because then, people who might interpret it as romantic, and not want to see it, do not see it, even if I didn't draw with romantic shipping in mind. It's a precaution I guess

I'm not opposed to the idea of having certain terms to help filter stuff, I'm just bothered that "shipping" is entirely interpreted as romantic foremost. And if it's NOT romantic then you either don't use that tag or you make it very explicit that it's not romantic. That's where it bothers me cause I don't think of that when I draw. I view some of my ships as romantic but labelling the others as strictly this or that stresses me out. Shipping in my experience in previous fandoms, again, just means "relationship". It's not just "romantic relationship". Like I really like Doc and Jimmy with a bit of a father/son dynamic but if I tag it as shipping then people are gonna think I want them to kiss or something. If I tag Bad Boys as shipping, people will think I want them to fuck or something. If I tag my toxic FH takes as shipping, people will get upset because "clearly you don't ship them" etc. But I'm also someone who half of the time feels uncomfortable tagging individual characters in my ship art (especially when CCs have expressed to keep the shipping art out of main tags). I still want my art to be seen - I'd happily just tag it with the appropriate ship and maybe duo names if there are any, but then sometimes that doesn't even exist. And then there's a whole other conversation of, say, "team rancher" is platonic and "solidaritek" is romantic. To me they're just ranchers so I'd tag both but to some people they're very different tags, and then, again, I get stressed out because I've made it harder for people to filter art, when I don't even know if anyone wants my art filtered or not. It depends on their perception

Furthermore, about the CCs saying "keep shipping out of the main tags" - that then becomes another issue of what counts as shipping? Because I also have seen people who very evidently ship something romantically, but claim "it's not shipping!" so that then it becomes fine for that stuff to be posted outside of the shipping corner and not breaking any boundaries. I swear to you, it's not just my interpretation, it's very clearly romantic shipping for these people who I'm thinking of. And again, that distinction between platonic("not shipping") and romantic ("shipping") differs for people. Eg platonic art of characters kissing. And then it gets maintagged because it's platonic for the person who drew it, but might not be for others I could not care less how people interpret my ship art. I would prefer if they didn't label it as if it were fact, but interpretation is like, the whole beauty of art. I have no idea if this art I made is romantic or platonic, especially to a specific viewer who distinguishes those two things differently, but I'm happy for them to interpret it as they want! There is no middle term between romantic and platonic, which is where I feel like my ships usually lie, and "shipping" as a term is thought of as romantic. Anytime I talk about or draw ship stuff without proclaiming that it's platonic, people will probably just assume it's romantic, so... What do I do, y'know? Sorry for the wordy response haha I feel like it's a bit hard to explain my stance but I tried my best. It's ultimately not that big of a deal, I feel like most people are fine with this kind of system, I just have an incredibly hard time with it and am someone who gets really paranoid over me or my creations being taken as some specific thing rather than the viewer's freely formed interpretation

[grumpy-gurgles]

I did a drabble with a fandom I'm in, that being Twisted Wonderland. I have never written for this fandom before, I'm scared shitless that someone might recognize my OC's name and call my ass out, and I'm slightly less terrified of this being horrendously out of character.

You can ask more about my OC but like. I probably won't be fully name dropping him for the sake of exposure, and I'll keep this out of the main tags as much as possible. Safety precautions. If my legitimate main gets exposed outside of this tummy stuff, I will end it all /hj

Drabble under the cut

OC x Az.ul As.hengrotto, made this in like a half hour so it's bad fyi I just Had A Thought it's 1am I already regret this-

Valentin is notorious for overworking. Whether it be his schoolwork, his alchemy work, inventing things.. he's always difficult to get settled down. He only seems to legitimately take a break at the times he has to, which is when he's sleeping, or when he's in too much pain to do so.

This, however, doesn't apply with hunger whatsoever.

His stomach doesn't have a clock anymore. He eats when he thinks it's a good time to, which doesn't end up often. And it's usually quick things that he can get through the next assignment or gadget for, and then leave his belly grumbling for more. And due to the quiet, almost shadow-esque nature he has among peers, nobody would really notice. Even if his stomach was loud, it'd probably be ignored or put onto someone else.

However, there's an exception to this. Usually one exception, sometimes three. Valentin's fellow dorm members in Octavinelle, specifically(on most occasions,) Azul.

Azul seemed to have a similar issue with overworking. That's how the two ended up bonding, though initially begrudgingly on Valentin's end of things. And Azul had very quickly caught onto the fact that Valentin doesn't have the healthiest habits with eating, because of how often his stomach kept betraying him whenever there was food around.

As a food sensitive person himself, Azul found himself having an issue with that. He initially thought of some contract that would rope Valentin into a proper eating schedule, instead of forcing him to work at the Monstro Lounge on top of everything else. But that wouldn't happen; Valentin wouldn't touch a contract, barely even the Lounge or the VIP room, with a 10 foot pole. He was smart enough to keep his grades up, and he was guarded enough to where Valentin seemingly had no problems! He definitely had problems, but exploiting those for the sake of getting the guy to have a solid meal in his belly also sounded bad. Because that wasn't a good move at all, especially since Valentin would probably try and punch him if he did that. Sevens, he's hard to handle. No wonder he's like a shadow in comparison to many other students. Dealing with this was a difficult task.

But then Azul had his lightbulb moment; ask him out to a little cafe thing! Not on a date or anything, just something to take his mind off it all. Maybe a contract would come later, if Valentin had more trust. He just had to ease the boy into it!

Azul had to drag Valentin to the first time they did this. Shockingly, Valentin let him, instead he chose to keep insulting him. But nothing that was really a sore spot for Azul, like his weaknesses, insecurities, or weight.

"You're an asshole," was one of the frequent phrases that Valentin muttered as his stomach snarled at him from the smell of various food places. But that day was the first day that Azul had heard Valentin's stomach being content and full, instead of upset and practically starved. Valentin was quite embarrassed about how loud his belly was as it digested the coffee and pastry he put in there, but only let that show when they were away from people.

It was the first time, that Azul was aware of, that Valentin had let someone in his brain for a bit. And it felt good, knowing that it was him.

This continued for a few more times, before the Leech twins were intrigued by their boss suddenly putting a solid chunk of attention into this guy. They joined in a couple of times, but usually they left it all alone.

So whenever Valentin starts with his horrendous schedule again, of only eating to get by with a grumbly stomach on too many occasions, Azul is there. It was initially going to be some manipulation tactic, maybe. But maybe it was more of a flirtation tactic the longer it continued for the both of them.

[aithusarosekiller]

Hi Archie! How’s your day going?

The Crowley was Raphael theory? Tell me more Archie! I need to know more..

Hiiii

I'm pretty good actually :D how are you?

It's really late rn and I'm so tired sleeping this so ignore any mistakes haha!

I've rambled about this theory too much lately so I'm just gonna say random stuff and tag the theory tag so you can indulge in everyone else's thoughts but basically

Based on all the teasing in s2, I think we're getting a reveal in s3 and I think that either

1) Crowley will be revealed to have been the previously missing Raphael (which seems to line up well with a lot: the snake thing, the 'I think I understand better than you do' thing, the everyone knows him thing, the knows god personally thing, the 'Raphael seems to be conveniently not mentioned...maybe to hide heaven's institutional problems?' thing, the 'walks on earth and helps protect humans' thing, the 'is Lucifer Satan in this universe? And he says 'Lucifer and the guys at one point but who knows how he meant it' thing, the 'how do you know it wasn't me?' In reference to archangel power thing, the 'close enough to god to think he's safe asking questions' thing, the whole 'his bitterness towards Gabriel feeling distinctly sibling-y even if it was rooted in love for aziraphale' thing, something about the fact he keeps houseplants and terrifies them into submission while trying to keep them alive and 'perfect' feels like he can't deal with smth not being perfect or 'healed' as a lingering thing from his past- he pushes them to be healthy and perfect...can he not do that for them anymore?, the 'knowing when somebody is too far gone to heal' thing and the acceptance of human passing (that feels very important in s2 for some reason) thing, the 'are they making Lucifer a prince of heaven or were they on about someone else, how is this working?' Thing, the 'we know he was powerful so there's a small chance could be Raph thing, smth about the metatron wanting him back and as an Angel...is he luring him using Azi? Does he want Raph back to replace Gabriel?, the 'his cute prefall self gives off both Raph and Lucifer energy and it's so strong it is suffocating' thing, the way he didn't even hesitate when opening the file which suggests that he was RIGHT at the top bc if he was only just high enough he may have hesitated or considered other precautions put in place to stop him from spying, the SARAQAEL TRUSTED HIM SO QUICKLY??? Thing...they really hoped he remembered them???? That's weird..., something about the job story that I cannot articulate, the fact Raphael is MISSING (possibly thought to have just DISAPPEARED) in relation to the number of times Crowley suggests running away, he hates the idea of earth and human life ending for the start...does he want an endless cycle of growing and...gradual healing? Something something he protects people from before the beginning something something, etc)

OR

2) Aziraphale will get his position as head archangel and BECOME the Raphael of the series bc of the name similarity, the healing thing, and the fact the name Raphael hasn't even been mentioned thus far, while Crowley is revealed to have been another angel, likely either Lucifer or Barachiel (both of which would be pretty cool)

I personally prefer option 1 but option two is looking prettyyyyy likely I will admit. I'd be happy with either but...Raph Crowley has a special spot in my heart

[lumaxramblings]

wait can you elaborate on what you mean by how steddies treat dustin? im really not trying to incite an argument im just curious!

okey dokey.

first thing i have to make clear from the get go: there's probably some st/ddies out there that don't treat dustin like this, but i've never met them.

secondly: if you or anybody reading this disagrees with any of this, just block me. don't start an argument, don't send hate anons, just block me and leave. if any of you come in here looking for an argument, i'll just block you.

(sorry for all the precautions, but my friends have been harassed over answering an ask before and i don't really want to know what its like)

with that all out the way, let's talk abt one of my main issues with st/ddies. not with the ship itself (there's nothing inherently wrong with it, and when written well i like it), but with how st/ddies treat this character (and st/ve and e//ie).

to put it simply, st/ddies treat him like an accessory to s/eve and e//ie, and not as his own character. he's not only often used as the "HEY YOU TWO SHOULD KISS!" character, but he's never talked about apart from to support st/ddie.

which, by the way, i know about a LOT, being a lumax fan (just look at my url LMAO), considering how byIers use lumax to prop up byIer constantly to the point where they use our own fucking storyline and make it theirs. but that's for another rant.

in any case, i have a lot of experience seeing whether someone likes something for that something, or whether they like it because it supports their own stuff and in reality don't really care about it when its by itself, if that makes sense.

that's what st/ddies do with dustin. they take dustin and they just make him the person that links st/ddie together and then they just completely forget about him. you guys need to remember that st/ve only knew that e/die somewhat respected him bc of DUSTIN, and only because of DUSTIN would their feelings be able to increase, otherwise they'd be stuck in the strangers zone.

you can tell by the way they talk about a character whether or not they like the character as the character or like the character as the accessory to something they like just by the way they talk abt them, and how they talk abt that character's relationships with others (i've done it in the max tag countless times), and i'm sorry to say it but i've seen it so often that dustin is never mentioned outside of st/ddie, despite him being one of the core members of the team AND, let's admit it, more important, bc he figures everything out literally EVERY season.