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bunni-v1 · 24 hours ago

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May we get some crk thoughts, my liege? I too have a hyperfixation—

Shadow Milk Cookie Headcannons (SFW & NSFW)

🍓Thank you for the excuse to write this shit, I feel less insane being asked to do it lol. I still think this might taint my public image, so lets hope none of my future employers fuck with tumblr. Anyway only smc since he's who I'm obsessing over. I was gonna add pv, but I write wayyyy too much to include both of them on one post. Maybe I'll do him if someone asks nicely. I'll have a mix of both sfw and nsfw so beware lol.

MDNI (I'll find u)

TW: Shadow Milk Cookie; Obsessive behaviors; Stalking mentioned; Nsfw under the cut; unedited

Info: Shadow Milk Cookie x Reader; Sfw & Nsfw headcannons

Credit for Beast Bite Idea: @rollingeevee (go give them love I adore this AU)

-To start I'm gonna say, he's insane, like genuinely. He leans into a lot of yandere-esque behaviors, but I firmly believe he's not a full-on yandere, just really fucked up in the head (trauma and such, poor thing, wah wah wah.)

-Pre-Corruption Shadow Milk surely had a lot of admirers, but admiration is very different from genuine love and connection. He was, in a very literal sense, on a different level than all the cookies on earthbread. He's immortal, a god meant to care for all cookies, romantic relationships with cookies (other than the other heroes) just aren't an option in his mind. (For the sake of these, none of the beasts have had any romantic interaction with him, because I don't wanna deal with that can of worms rn.)

-All that to say, it's highly unlikely he has much experience in relationships. Maybe he's had flings, and some sexual encounters, but I doubt he would commit to someone he would inevitably lose to time. And, sure, he certainly could artificially extend their lifetime... but that's unethical and unfair to his partner. The burden of immortality is not one a regular cookie is baked to bear.

-So when he is inevitably corrupted and sealed away, romance isn't really a thought on his mind. He's very fixated on escaping that stupid tree and enacting his revenge. Which he does, at least in part, and with his freedom comes half of his powers and ensuing chaos.

-There are not many ways he could meet you if I'm quite honest, so I'll leave that up to personal interpretation. However you do meet him, though, you have to be intriguing. He gets bored of people easily, so you have to stand out -- be that in your demeanor or the way you speak or how you challenge him, it just has to be interesting. Once he's interested he's hooked.

-He's rather... mmm... obsessive? He likely stalks you for a while before he makes any moves. He wants to learn your patterns, the cookies you surround yourself with, the things you like, your job, your favorite foods, what flowers you like, and how do you feel about his chaos? He'll even manipulate things around you, just to see how you might react. (Is it fucked up? Yeah, lol! But isn't it equally endearing? He seems to think so.)

-You have frequent reoccurring dreams about him in this period of time. You've only seen him from a distance at this point, but you can't quite shake him from your thoughts. What's very important here is that you realize that your thoughts are not your own. Acknowledge that he's watching, and make sure that he's aware you're aware. Be that by purposefully doing something he could recognize as acknowledgment, or outright saying that you're aware he's messing with you. He values curiosity and intelligence in a person, if you can break yourself out of his cycle he's 100% sold on you.

-It doesn't take much longer after that for him to make his first official appearance. Bowing gracefully in front of you as he materializes from thin air, smiling like a man driven mad by infatuation.

-Believe it or not, he's really not all that creepy or pushy. He's very playful and charming, and while you have the knowledge he'd been watching you for a long time at this point, it's hard not to fall for him. He flirts with an ease that no other cookie really has, and he's so very funny never failing to get a smile out of you at his jokes.

-Now, this may go against what others characterize him as a lot, but I don't believe he's the type to steal you away and lock you up. Shadow Milk is a cookie who wants to be wanted, he doesn't want his feelings to be entirely one-sided, it would really hurt him to pour himself into someone who does not want to reciprocate his passions.

-He's unbelievably patient with you. Despite what the mental manipulation from earlier implies, he allows you to set the pace and make the moves, mostly nudging you gently in the direction he wants you to go now that he has your attention. Again, he wants you to choose him. He wants you to love him, so he will happily wait as long as it takes for you to realize and accept your longing for him.

-He gives you the flowers you like, and listens to you talk about your exceedingly boring days (with rapt attention, of course, he loves listening to you talk as much as he loves talking). If you ask, he'll take you anywhere you'd like to go on earthbread with a snap of his fingers, showing you sights you'd only dreamed of seeing. (Whether or not these are illusions are still up for debate).

-It's very hard not to fall for him with all this considered, and he knows that of course. He was just waiting for you to confess, and you have to confess. He won't do it even if you make it clear you want him to. It's not something he'd ever admit to you -- or himself -- but he doesn't want to risk even the slightest bit of rejection. It would break him more than he's already been broken, so you'll have to do it for our poor little jester.

-When you do though? Oh, he's over the moon! Practically swooning as he scoops you up and spins you around in celebration. He's so overjoyed. He is wanted, there is someone in this world who loves him genuinely. There's no false platitudes or any worshipping done, just raw affection between the two of you. (Just the tiniest bit of manipulation at the start, but obviously you've dismissed and forgiven that at this point).

-Again, he doesn't immediately take you away from your life if you don't wish to be. He does heavily encourage you to come spend your days with him, though. He can take care of you, he's literally a god, you'll never ever want for anything so long as he can control it (which he can, duh).

-I feel it very important to emphasize that in a relationship with him, you are equal. Even if you literally cannot be equal in stature and power, you are equal in the relationship -- if anything you have more sway over him than he does over you. He's very, very in love with you, and he will do just about anything you ask of him so long as it doesn't interfere with obtaining his souljam.

-Having established that, let's get to the fun stuff.

-Shadow Milk Cookie is very physically and verbally affectionate. If you are around him it's likely he's touching you in some way. Whether that's him literally hanging off you like a baby monkey or just a hand on your arm, he likes to have a physical tether to you.

-Plenty of messy wet kisses all over your cute little face, he loves seeing you get all flustered and feeling your dough burn up from his barrage of affections.

-It's also very common for him to carry you around in various different styles. Over the shoulder, piggback, princess style, like a sack of potatoes... doesn't really matter. It's also a regular occurrence that you fall asleep as he floats around the spire of all knowledge. He doesn't need sleep, and he does not sleep often, but he likes holding you while you do so. It's proof of your trust in him, and he usually uses the time you are sleeping to be more genuinely affectionate. Soft words whispered in your ears bringing you sweet dreams as he runs his hands up and down your back, kissing the crown of your head with such love it would make a grown man blush.

-He calls you cute little nicknames, like shortcake or sweet thing. The most common, and his favorites, are doll/dolly and little star. (Little star is something he hums with such affection it makes you weak in the knees. You know he's feeling more adoring when he uses it.) Talks about how cute you are, how pretty you are, how desirable you are. How any cookie would be so lucky to have you -- too bad they could never compete with him!

-That being said, most of his affections are pretty surface-level stuff at the start of the relationship. At least, what you get to see. He has a hard time opening up to others, he's a very sensitive cookie deep down in his dough. It takes quite a while to get him out of his shell and start showing you who he is as himself.

-Who he is, is a very aching cookie. He lost so much, struggled with his own corruption, and still hasn't fully accepted it himself. He feels as though he has been betrayed and discarded by everything he once loved, it's no wonder he has a hard time showing you such ugly sides of himself.

-You warm him up, melt him slowly, and you get to see peaks of genuine love and adoration behind those heterochromatic eyes. He may never allow you to see all of him at once, but you do get to know him. If you continue to love him despite seeing the uglier side of things, there is a distinct shift in the way he showers you in affection.

-Initially, he's very showy with everything, his love is a spectacle for the two of you to watch. It's almost like he's put himself outside of the relationship rather than in it. After he opens up, it's quieter, more intimate. He's more involved in it, like it's less about showing you how much he loves you, and more about sharing that mutual feeling between the two of you.

-You didn't have much room to show him how much you cared for him, but now you do. He allows you to initiate physical affection and doesn't flinch away at the touch. He accepts your words of admiration for what they are, not questioning your intentions for any reason.

-Kisses are softer, more full of emotion. Less like he's drowning you and more like he's trying to swallow you up. Desperation to have you as close to him as possible can take him over quite frequently during make-out sessions, and they leave you breathless and fuzzy rather than burning and flustered.

-Now, you can't write Shadow Milk without acknowledging how fucking jealous he is all the time. Now, I believe it's less of a jealousy thing (though, that really is something that is frequent), and more of a possessive/protective thing.

-He doesn't get jealous of the average cookie, alright, not unless you show interest for whatever reason. They're not really a threat to him, and why would they be? He's secure enough to know that you wouldn't leave him for some random half-baked simpleton. HOWEVER, he DOES get jealous of the other beasts and especially Pure Vanilla Cookie.

-The other beasts aren't as powerful as him, but they're still powerful and cunning (some of them at least). Truly, on a level of divinity and ability to care for you, they are his closest competition. Even still, he only gets jealous if one of them seems to want to stake a claim on you, or you become too fascinated with one of them.

-If neither is the case, he highly encourages you to form relationships with them. They are cookies that, seemingly, he cares for. While they can be difficult to get along with, if you are someone Shadow Milk deems worth his time, you are someone they will also deem worth their time.

-Ah, I should also mention he gets... pouty about Black Sapphire and Candy Apple. He doesn't see either of them as a threat, so I couldn't say he's jealous... he just gets annoyed when you're being attentive to them when he's around. Black Sapphire is smart enough to set hard boundaries with you to start, for both of your sakes, but your relationship with him is very positive. You are Shadow Milk Cookies partner, after all, you're a very important Cookie and Black Sapphire has no reason to be unkind to you.

-Candy Apple Cookie on the other hand is the one who's jealous here. You find her positively adorable and her little crush on Shadow Milk is nothing but endearing in your eyes, but she very much is huffy about your relationship with him. Of course, she can't do anything to you, that would only turn against her in the end so she just pouts. You can win her over slowly, though, just by being sweet to her and comforting her when Shadow Milk rejects her once again.

-Your relationship with them seemingly pleases Shadow Milk, though you can't really tell if he's happy or not. Sometimes he seems pleased, other times he's pouty, so who really knows other than him.

-However, the cookie that really seriously gets under his skin the most is Pure Vanilla. He does everything in his power to keep the two of you as far away from one another as possible, but it's almost inevitable that you meet PV, especially when he becomes Truthless Recluse.

-Pure Vanilla is everything Shadow Milk is not. Kind, gentle, patient, soft-spoken, and of course truthful. He's very afraid you may meet PV and realize that you do not want to be with him anymore. You would rather have someone like Pure Vanilla Cookie to dote on you in a fashion that he cannot bring himself to do openly yet.

-Of course, you don't, but that doesn't stop the fear from seeping into his dough. The only way to ease him is by being patient and displaying your loyalty through and through. He won't really be calm until Pure Vanilla is take care of, but you can assure him that you won't be leaving him for his other half anytime soon.

-Circling back to his possessive and protective tendencies, Shadow Milk does see you as an object of his affection. He is fully aware you are your own cookie, you are not something he ever wishes to control entirely and remove autonomy from, but you are his. His to keep and love and protect.

-He's very obsessive about your well-being and happiness. If something hurts you (alive or not), it's gone, destroyed. He won't even make a show of it, it just disappears. If you are upset, he is there doing everything to make you feel better. Whatever you want, whatever you need! He's here for you, please rely on him (he needs you to rely on him).

-If you are out and about he keeps an eye on you, which you are aware of. It's rather obvious, so even if he doesn't tell you, you can feel him watching you. Ignoring it becomes easier with time, but if anything happens to you he wastes no time in popping up and taking care of whatever happens.

-This leads into my next headcanon (inspired by the ever-talented @rollingeevee go check them out!), he has a bite of sorts that he uses as a means of monitoring you. It's something he uses to pinpoint where you are at all times, even when he's not monitoring you actively. The bite acts as a connection between you and him, emotionally and physically tying the two of you together.

-You can feel what he feels through the bite, anger, sadness, joy, pretty much anything he feels you can feel. It also acts as a reminder to you that you should not stray too far from where he is, sending an uncomfortably heavy feeling through your dough. (This is a manifestation of his worry, and it only really happens when he notices you've gone somewhere a little too far from the safety of the spire).

-However, this goes both ways. He can also feel what you feel at the same intensity that you feel it. You can, likely less so, also tell where he is. There is a pull in the back of your mind from the magic telling you where to find him at all times, and it only lets go when you are in proximity of him. If you miss him, he feels the same heavy feeling in his dough reminding him that you would like him by your side.

-Now, finally, we have to address the topic of mortality. Shadow Milk is likely more aware than you ever will be of how mortal you really are. This is why he's so very protective and possessive of you, he doesn't want to lose you prematurely.

-However, if you are okay with it, he is completely fine with artificially extending your life span. In fact, he does it happily. He might even start doing it without asking if the topic hasn't been broached in a certain amount of time. He wants to spend as long as you'll allow him by your side, and if that means breaking a few rules of magic and cookie society then so be it. He's a god after all, he doesn't have to answer to anyone (other than the witches).

-Anyway, let's get to the shit you freaks are really here for. (Me, I'm freaks.)

-I don't really think sexual intimacy is something Shadow Milk desires all that much, but he more so likes it because it's... interesting? I'm sure he derives physical pleasure from sexual intercourse, but less so than the average cookie might. Most of his enjoyment comes from seeing you enjoy yourself.

-It goes without saying, but Shadow Milk Cookie is a freak. He's into pretty much anything under the sun (except maybe one thing...), and so long as you're down to try something he's happy to oblige you.

-He is a switch, but he leans dom most of the time, and you won't get him to sub early on in your relationship. That requires a bit too much trust for him, so he'll need time to be cool with giving you that kind of control over him. But he will bottom for you as your relationship progresses, and that's a whole different side to him.

-Lets start with him in a dominant role, though, since it's more common to get from him.

-Obviously, he's a tease, through and through. He loves to watch you squirm and react to the things he does. Tantalizingly light touches drawn over your dough, teeth grazing your soft body almost piercing but never quite getting deep enough, heated breath blown over your most sensitive spots but never relieving you with his mouth as you so desperately need.

-Truthfully he could spend another thousand years just tracing over you, committing each inch to memory until he's satisfied in knowing every inch of you. Unfortunately, (or fortunately), he's not nearly as patient in the bedroom as he is outside of it. Not with all of you on display for him, so trusting and open, ready for him to defile you. Oh, his sweet, sweet little dolly~

-Even with his impatience, his teasing does not stop. His hands continue to ghost over you, making sure you're still squirming even as he succumbs to his need to taste you.

-Oh, and tastes you he does. He doesn't have to subscribe to regular cookie physical limitations, so he somehow manages to swallow you whole. Jaw unhinging so he can get as much as he needs from you, tongue splitting itself to give you attention everywhere, and god is it long and dexterous. He can reach so very deep and it moves with such precision, it makes you cum embarrassingly fast.

-That is if he allows you to cum in the first place. He's a big fan of edging, which shouldn't be a surprise. He likes to get you so close, then deny you of your pleasure. Your whining and grumbling is the cutest thing on all of earthbread, don't you know? He can't help but edge you when you're so damn cute every time.

-Your pleasure is in his hands, and it requires such relinquishing of power and trust. In a weird way it makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside, especially when you thank him over and over once he finally allows you to come undone after hours of teasing.

-Speaking of, he is a big fan of being praised for the work he does on you. Your moans and pleas are reward enough, but if you mumble out about how good you feel, how much you love him, how amazing he is he'll become drunk on your praise. Chasing after it with fervor, meaning he's going down on you with so much more excitement somehow.

-He's into blood (jam?) play. He likes leaving physical reminders of your relationship all over your body (yes, even ur vag/dick if you let him). With how sharp his teeth are, it's impossible for you not to bleed when he does so, and he does really like the sight of your jam. It's so pretty and so different from his own, another reminder of how different you are, and how much you trust him. (He'll lick it up and purr at the taste.)

-Bruises are also littered about your dough, his grip on you is tight, like you might slip away from him. The treatment is rough and harsh, but it feels so nice to be manhandled by him. The bruises are just nice little reminders of who you belong to. (He gets all proud when other cookies worry about them, like he's done something worthy of praise).

-He likes watching, he's very much a voyeur. Occasionally requests that you pleasure yourself for him so he can watch you struggle to get off, and he'll only help you out when you're near tears begging him.

-He prefers coming across you by himself, without having to request it. Or just feeling waves of pleasure through your bite. He'll watch you quietly fuck yourself without letting you know he's there. (Though, you most certainly can feel his eyes on you, that's what makes it so fun right?) Sometimes he'll join you after, and other and times he'll leave you be, it's 50/50 either way and regardless you still end up happy.

-If anyone else walks in on you when you're alone, he's very unpleasant. Accident or not they'll learn to be more aware of their surroundings next time.

-That doesn't mean he's against being watched though. Actually, he finds the idea of someone else seeing how well he treats you enticing (especially if it's someone like Pure Vanilla hehe). If you are together and someone walks in (or spots you in public), he won't stop. Instead, he'll lock eyes with them and smile big and wide, showing off his favorite little dolly for them.

-He's just so proud of you, and you're so very pretty beneath him, the whole world should get to see how you fall apart for him. He'll even make you look at them just to see how you fluster.

-If the offender tries to do anything other than watch, though, well... I really hope they didn't want to live for much longer. He's very much not a sharer, at all. The idea of anyone even thinking they could touch you and make you feel good both makes him laugh and want to tear them apart at once.

-He's very much into roleplaying and can get really into it. To the point, it loses the sexiness and is just the two of you playing around, which can be a bummer but is usually really fun. He likes things that lean into power dynamics but explicitly avoids god/king and worshipper/subject. A little too close to home for him, and would honestly be too boring and basic for him.

-He loves it when you dress up for him in pretty little outfits, be it lingerie or something more cutesy, he adores it regardless. Going out of your way to pretty up for him is a huge turn-on. He also loves it when you let him dress you up how he likes. Regardless of what you're wearing, it's not coming off the whole night. It will get ruined and he won't apologize for it. Besides, he can just replace it, right?

-Sex is more fun for him, but he can be intimate when he wants to be. Usually, when you're in control, he is at his most gentle. Yes, he's a brat when he bottoms and he'll fight you tooth and nail, but once you get him to submit he's the softest and sweetest you've ever seen him.

-He looks at you like you're the god, wide eyes taking in everything you do with such admiration it might make you crumble on the spot.

-He's much quieter, treating it less like a spectacle. Moans soft and squeaky, like he's not used to using his voice in such a way. He clings to you like a vice at each little movement, almost afraid you might disappear if he lets you go.

-Oh, and he praises you so much. 'So good', 'Thank you', 'You're perfect', and 'I love you' all tumble from him with such genuine gratitude.

-Being allowed to let his guard down and have you take control is cathartic for him, which is why it's so uncommon to have it happen. It's why he fights you for control so hard because this is an intimacy he isn't used to. It is hard for him to allow you to see him so weak, but you never use it against him. You're so very sweet and loving, and it makes him melt like butter in your grasp.

-If you have the bite I mentioned earlier, it only makes things so much more intense. Both of you can feel the raw emotion connecting the two of you, making the pleasure heighten further.

-In fact, when he gives you the bite it's the first time he allows you to top him. To connect you to him makes him very vulnerable, so he would naturally have to be in a vulnerable state already when he does so.

-It's unlike any of his other bites, it's far more painful when he initially bites down, but when his magic flows through it your body feels light and airy. The pleasurable feeling wrapping itself around your spine, and you feel what he's feeling. All that adoration pours into your being at once, and it's overwhelming to really feel how much he loves you.

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pretty-little-mind33 · 2 days ago

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Dave Lizewski x fem!reader

Summary: Dave wants to win you something…

Genre: Fluff 🤍

Warnings: none

DAVE LIZEWSKI MASTERLIST

VALENTINE'S DAY SPECIAL

Dave has been watching you eye that enormous, fluffy, purple elephant since you'd all arrived at the fair. You keep losing your focus as soon as you walk by the thing...

"If you like that atrocious thing so much, why don't you try and win it?" One of your other best friends, Todd, teases as he pushes you with his shoulder and tears a big chunk out of his hot pink cotton candy, shoving it into his mouth pretty barbarically.

"Atrocious? He isn't atrocious. You're atrocious!" you gasp, pointing accusingly at Todd as you stop in front of the game booth, causing Dave to almost crash into you.

The lanky teenager in charge looks at you all, seemingly unimpressed, and motions towards the prices: "Three dollars, three turns. The more cans you knock over, the bigger the prize."

"How many cans for the elephant?" Todd shouts and, embarrassed, you shove into his stomach with your elbow.

"All of them."

"C'mon, let's leave those idiots," you interrupt, grabbing Dave's arm as you glare at Todd—who's now snickering with Marty. Dave lets you lead him away until he turns and takes you hand, positioning you in front of him. He's wearing that adorably sweet puppy-dog expression.

"Why don't you want to win it?" he asks, his tone curious.

You sigh and shut your eyes for a moment. When you open them, you chew on your lip and say, "Because you can never win at those games and I just lose and waste my money and then I'm sad."

"You're sad?" Dave asks, suppressing a small smile. His hand fiddles with the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

You feel embarrassed again and push his hand away. "Yeah. Because I want that elephant. And if I fail at wining him, I feel like I failed him." You pause, your voice shaky, "It's so stupid, I know. I'm seventeen, I shouldn't be sad over stuffed animals but—"

"Hey," Dave smiles at you and gently touches your cheek with his knuckles. He straightens up and drops his arm. "It's not stupid. And y'know what, I'm gonna win that elephant for you."

You smile a little. "What? Dave, you don't need to waste your money for me. Those games are like programmed for you to fail."

But Dave has already made up his mind. He takes your hand and pulls you back towards the booth. Todd and Marty have finished playing and have come out empty handed.

"Aw, did you boys also try and win me the elephant?" you tease, knowing the answer.

Marty chuckles as Todd shakes his head. "Nah, I wanted the duck. It looks funny. Plus, if you want your elephant, you need to win it yourself."

You stick out your tongue, crossing your arms as you watch Dave count the loose change in his pocket. "Davey's gonna win it for me."

"Dave?" Marty pipes up, and then he smirks, "Dave couldn't throw a ball even if you threatened him."

You narrow your eyes at him. "Don't be a jerk, asshole." You ignore Marty and Todd, instead spinning around as you watch Dave prepare his shot. He looks a little nervous. You walk up to him and touch his shoulder.

"Hey, no matter what happens, you're my favorite for doing this," you say and kiss his cheek, letting your cherry lipstick stain his skin. Dave's heart almost bursts and he tightens his hold on the rubber ball.

You step back and watch him play, and to everyone's surprise, Dave Lizewski has great aim.

"Holy shit," Marty mutters as Dave knocks over the last three cans. Todd looks dumbfounded but you look over the moon. You jump up into Dave's arms, your arms wrapped around his neck, as you squeak happily.

"You won!"

Dave chuckles and hugs his arms around you. He inhales the scent of your shampoo and closes his eyes. "Yeah. I told you I would, didn't I?"

When the teenager hands you the big, purple, elephant, you squeeze it to your chest proudly. "I can't believe you won," you say as Dave walks next to you. You run your hand over the smooth fur of the stuffed animal, unaware that Dave is watching you.

He smiles, heat blooming in his chest. "I did it for you, because I love you," he whispers, making sure it's so quiet you don't hear him.

Not yet.

He's keeping that information close to his heart, until it's the right time to tell you.

#valentine's day special #dave lizewski #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski x fem!reader #dave lizewski x y/n #dave lizewski x you #dave lizewski fanfic #dave lizewski fluff #aaron taylor johnson

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angstywaifu · 2 days ago

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Black Dahlia - 35. Just Sex?

Summary: Fucking War Games.

Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia Aetos)

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I can’t help but glare up at the dais. Fucking War Games. Leadership had strolled down the halls at an ungodly hour this morning, ringing bells, banging on doors, and calling for us all to dress and head to formation. Which for those who got sleep was fine. Myself on the other hand… the multiple rounds Garrick and I had gone for had left both of us with very little sleep. And by very little. I got none.

I wanted to burn the memory of me trying to scurry off Garrick, hastily dressing in my dress uniform before I’d rushed out the door only to run into Xaden who was about to knock on the door, as well as Bodhi who had been following him like a lost puppy. Bodhi who was now staring a head with a shit eating grin on his face.

”What’s up with you two? You look like you want to murder someone and Bodhi looks like you’ve given him the best gift he’s ever gotten.” Austin comments as she looks between the two of us.

”Oh because she did.” He joyfully adds as he smiles down at me. I roll my eyes, ignoring his comment.

“It’s nothing. I just didn’t sleep well.” I say dismissively, Austin looking at me like she doesn’t believe me but slowly nods.

”I hardly think Garrick is nothing.” Bodhi teases from besides me, Austin’s eyes snapping to him. I on the other hand turn and narrow my eyes at him, catching a pair of familiar hazel eyes as I do so. “Remind me where I found you this morning?”

Austin grasps my shoulder excitedly. “Holy shit, did it happen?”

”Oh it definitely did.” Liz says happily as she pokes her head around Austin.

”For fucks sake, yes. Now keep your voices down.” I hiss at them as I turn my attention back to the front where leadership and wing leaders are talking.

”So are you two like together?” Bodhi whispers to me as he leans closer.

I shove him away jokingly. “It was just sex.”

Bodhi looks shocked at my words, looking between me and where I know Garrick stands. I don’t dare meet Garrick’s eyes though. I know if I do I’ll want to drag him away at figure out what the fuck we were now. And maybe go another round or two. Two weeks ago he’d essentially broken my heart even though I’d never given it to him. Then he’d come and defended me against my father like I meant something to him. And then I’d thrown caution to the wind and kissed him. Let him consume me, and give into the tension that had been there for the better part of the year. Though the few words we had spoken indicated this was more than just sex. But how much more I wasn’t sure. ”

I don’t think it was just sex, for either of you.” Bodhi states as he turns his attention back to me. “I might have only known you a year Dahlia, but I’ve never seen you like this. Go tell him.”

I look over and see Garrick looking directly at me. His hazel eyes piercing into mine, as if trying to read my thoughts, see what’s going on inside my head. I should hate him. Should want nothing to do with him after everything that had happened in the last year. But I didn’t. I wanted that handsome asshole more than anything. I wanted to leap into the unknown and see where the hell it took me. See what this could be, even if it meant getting hurt again.

”We have War Games to win first.” I tell Bodhi as I turn my head to look at him. “Let’s see if we survive that first before diving into my questionable love life.” A/N: And don't worry, I'm not that cruel to leave you hanging for a week. Post War Games coming tomorrow.

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whoredyceps · 3 days ago

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"OH LOVER BOY!" || 28 Days of Love: A Valentine's Challenge + Series

day thirteen: "you're so full of shit."

ᰔ pairing: joel miller x reader

ᰔ summary: when you confess something you've always wanted to joel, he decides to indulge.

ᰔ author's note: huge, massive shoutout to @joelsknees for everything that this is because they created this whole concept. largely inspired by this gif set they made. pls check out their work!!!

ᰔ content warning: 18+ /// MDNI!!!!! sub!joel, dom!reader, pillow humping, no outbreak

"What's something you've never told anyone?" You looked to Joel, who sat beside you on the couch.

The two of you had a night to yourselves, which you had filled with takeout and a spaghetti western he had chosen. It wasn't your style, but it was his turn to pick the movie and you didn't fight it. He rarely asked for much; who were you to deny him?

"What? Where did that come from?" Joel raised an eyebrow as he looked back. While you had often hit him with odd questions, there was usually some sort of preface or explanation that followed.

"I'll tell you one of mine," you assured him.

Joel seemed to hesitate before he shook his head. You weren't sure if it was a dismissal of the question or whatever he was thinking. With a huff, you laid back against the leather couch.

"Fine, I'll start. I've always wanted to take charge." You shifted closer, your legs stretched across his lap. Joel's hand rested on your knee as the pads of his fingers dug into your flesh.

"You're so full of shit. The hell do you mean? You're bossy enough as it is," Joel huffed. He chuckled as you rolled your eyes, a light smack to his chest.

"That's not what I meant," you lamented. "Like– I want to call the shots." You watched Joel's expression as it shifted. It had never been something you mentioned in the time you had been together.

Then again— this was a sort of confession, wasn't it? You told Joel something, wasn't it his turn to tell you what he had shoved away?

"You wanna call the shots?" Joel asked. "I'm guessin' you mean in bed, with the way you won't look at me."

You rolled your eyes, but still nodded. He had easily clocked you; he had a knack for seeing right through you.

"Why are you bringin' this up now? This somethin' more than what you're telling me?" Joel grilled you. He hadn't seen you like this. You seemed shy, almost embarrassed by what was on the tip of your tongue.

"I mean— Look, just hear me out," you started. "I got to thinking while I was out with the girls last night." Joel's eye roll wasn't surprising. He knew when you had gone out to dinner with your friends, you were prone to new ideas.

"If it's something stupid, you can forget it. Last time you asked for something, I was cleaning wax off the bed for a week," Joel huffed. That had not been one of your best escapades.

"Will you just listen? Please," you asked. "You know what, I shouldn't even ask. It's a stupid idea anyways." You took your legs off his and stood from your spot. As you leaned down to gather the takeout boxes, Joel's hand grabbed yours.

"Tell me what it is." Joel softened his expression. It wasn't often that he saw you so flustered, so stumped by whatever you thought of.

"I want you to fuck your pillow," you admitted. "I want to watch you, and I want to be the one calling the shots." There was no point in beating around the bush.

There was a full minute of silence as you two stared at each other. You waited for Joel to laugh right in your face, or even grow disgusted at the idea. When he did neither, you braved yourself.

"That's what you want?" Joel didn't sound like he hated the idea. A bit hesitant, but you could work it that.

"Just once," you nodded. "Joel, you trust me, right? After everything we've been through, I wouldn't ask this of you if I hadn't thought it through."

Joel was quiet for another beat before he nodded. He weighed it in his mind. Truth be told, it sounded nice. He wanted to give the control to someone else, someone he trusted to guide him and steer him towards the pleasure he sought out.

"And you don't want to be apart of it?" Joel asked.

"Oh, I'll be involved," you assured him. "I'll just be on the sidelines. Trust me, we'll both benefit from this." You leaned down to kiss him.

To your surprise, Joel agreed without much resistance. He helped you clean up before the two of you headed to the bedroom.

"No clothes," you told him as he began to climb on the bed. Joel hesitated for a moment before he nodded. His shirt and sweatpants were discarded, tossed into a heap on the floor.

You watched as Joel sunk onto the bed, his soft stomach pressed against the pillow in front of him. His eyes closed as the soft silk of the pillowcase shifted against his cock. It was softer than he expected.

"That's it," you praised. "Let yourself get lost in the feeling." You stood over the bed, a perfect spot for you to watch as Joel fucked himself with the pillow.

"You sure about this?" Joel asked. It had been the first time he had done something like this— at least in front of someone else.

"More than sure. C'mon, baby," you cooed. "Fuck yourself for me."

Joel tried to let his mind clear, focused only on what you wanted. He shifted his hips once, then twice. What was supposed to feel wrong only fed his temptations, the shutters of pleasure that made his cock ache more.

"Good boy. I know you like it, the way you try to stop yourself." You watched intently as Joel closed his eyes. His back muscles tensed as his hips rocked forward again.

After a few thrusts, Joel finally found his rhythm. One hand moved to push the pillow against his cock while the other gripped the bedsheets beneath him. The silk felt like heaven against his throbbing cock, the friction only spurred him on with each shift.

"Fuck," Joel muttered under his breath. The pillow was damp with what leaked from his cock and the sweat on his skin. That, mixed with the feeling of your sharp gaze on his back lit his skin on fire.

"Let go of the pillow," you told him. "Show me how desperate you really are."

Joel finally released the steel grip he had on the pillow and buried his other hand in the sheets. His hips rocked forward, a desperate attempt to chase the pleasure that was building in the pit of his stomach. He bit back a moan as he thrusted into the silk again.

"I'm, fuck— I'm close," Joel huffed. His eyes were still closed, screwed shut as he desperately humped the pillow.

"So quick? Poor boy, so desperate." You smirked as you watched him. This felt good— too good. You had found pleasure in his touch before, but this was different.

Joel wasn't greedy, like others had been in the past. He gave and gave until he was left with nothing. It was a part of him that you admired, what he was willing to do for others. There was a sliver of him that wanted to hand it to someone else. His hands had grown tired from handling the reins for so long.

"Please," Joel muttered. "Please." His thrusts had become sloppy, his rhythm thrown off by his desperate need for release.

You kneeled beside the bed, a hand reached out to run through his chocolate curls. Joel leaned his head back into your touch. His knuckles were white from how hard he gripped the sheets.

"How badly do you want it, baby? Use your words, Joel."

What had been a well spoken man only an hour ago was now a babbling mess as he tried to string together his thoughts. Joel moaned as you tugged at the curls near the crown of his head.

"I want to come," Joel finally panted. "I need it, please." He pressed his hips further into the pillow, which had grown slick and swallowed his cock in the wet warmth it had created.

"Come for me. Show me how pretty you look when you make a mess."

The pathetic, strangled gasp that slipped from Joel's lips as he finally succumbed to his pleasure was everything you had wanted. It set your skin on fire, how he continued to fuck the pillow until his cock was soft. As he rolled over, you noticed his cum smeared on the pillowcase and his stomach.

"That's my boy," you praised him. You leaned over and brushed the curls from his forehead. He leaned into your touch, his eyes still closed as he tried to catch his breath.

Joel hadn't felt a release like that in...

Hell, he wasn't sure he had ever felt something like that. Was this what he had been missing out on?

You slipped away, only to return with a warm washcloth to clean Joel up with. As you swiped it over his soft stomach, his cock weakly twitched. You bit back your smile and continued to clean him up.

"You did so well," you murmured. "I could have watched you for hours." You tossed the washcloth in the hamper, followed by the pillowcase. Once all was done, you laid beside Joel. He tugged you closer, his eyes finally open as he came to his senses.

"You enjoyed that?" Joel asked. He glanced down at you, his arm wrapped around you as you settled against his chest.

"In ways I couldn't even begin to explain." You propped yourself up on your elbow and ran a hand over his chest. Joel watched you with a lazy look in his eyes, his hand slipped down to your waist. He looked, for a lack of better terms, completely and thoroughly fucked.

Just how you liked him.

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11queensupreme11 · 2 days ago

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Do you have the personalities for any of the Secy kids yet?

you're in luck cuz i do!!!!!!

i'll start with cearbhall, the eldest and only son:

he's a bitch 💩

no seriously, he's a cocky, arrogant, loud-mouthed, snarky, and rude piece of SHIT. he is literally just like his father, minus the raping and not as much of a misogynist thanks to percy's intervention (bless her because omg you do NOT want a second cú chulainn walking around the universe 💀)

a womanizer just like his daddy but percy at least taught him about safe sex and consent so after sex he always makes sure the girls he sleep with take some magic tea or whatever to prevent pregnancies (something his stupid dad didn't think he'd need to learn about smh)

still has a bit of a sexist mindset, but it's really leagues better compared to cú chulainn or the average god tbh 😭😭 it's complicated for him cuz on one hand you've got his mother telling him "you should always treat women with respect, sweetie! let them live their life and don't ever try to take away their freedom! 💖" and then there's his dad saying "lmao fuck whichever whore you want. oh and also make sure you never let your mother and sisters out of the palace when i'm gone and keep all men away from them 😃👍"

😭😭😭 yeah you get the point 💀

so thx to his dad's stupid paranoia, he's grown to become very overprotective of his younger sisters and mother 😭

now luisne:

she has the physically young appearance of a 10 year old girl and she pretty much acts like a brat 😂

i plan on making her a goddess of wealth and riches, gemstones, minerals, and luxury so OBVIOUSLY you can see why she's bit of a brat lmao 😭😭

demanding and bossy and very temperamental. she pretty much inherited cú chulainn's famous anger issues 😭

she's extremely spoiled however there is one thing she adores more than any precious stone and it's anything that her mother makes herself. homemade blue cookies, knitted sweaters, jewelry, etc. no matter how basic, she'll love it because she knows her mother made it with love; no magic or anything just genuine skill 💖💖💖

and then there's cú chulainn's untalented ass. can't cook, can't bake, can't knit, or make anything cute or pretty with his bare hands 💀 he conjures up lavish dollhouses and intricate looking dolls, orders the best jewelry to be made for her etc. she LOVES it ofc, but she also loves bullying her talentless daddy and demanding more stuff from him because he caves so quickly 😭😭

does not bully or demand stuff from her mommy tho cuz she knows mommy can actually put her foot down when it comes to her 😂

and now ponyo, the youngest sécy baby:

a mix of ariel and ponyo tbh! she's got ariel's curiosity and fascination with humans, and ponyo's reckless nature.

because of her reckless and curious nature, she's the one most likely to disregard her father's rules and TRY to sneak out of the house 💀 keyword being "try"

she has an overprotective and vigilant father, an equally as overprotective older brother, and a mom who at least understands but still wants her to be safe.

idk how i'm gonna have her fascination and curiosity for humans come from, but i'm planning on maybe having ponyo and percy have some bonding down in midgard? ponyo will be a sea deity so percy'll want to show her the atlantean empire down in midgard. maybe there's a shipwreck accident up above and she helps her mom save some humans and gets enthralled by them... idk yet, but i think that's what i'll go with!

and that's pretty much what i have for the sécy babies so far! i'll think of more for the rest later, but honestly, the ideas just come to me randomly 😅

and btw, no incest freaks here! the sécy kids will pretty much be incest free lmao. as for yans...... idk yet. i think i'll have cearbhall be a platonic yan and maybe another daughter (fiachra maybe) but this is what i have so far!

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babyjinsu · 2 days ago

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[r/Unsent_Unread_Unheard] you don't give a fuck about me, but i still do.

PAIRING ⟢ seunghan hong x fem!reader

GENRE ⟢ reddit au, oneshots, written, angst

CW ⟢ the use of "bitch" and "slut", he sounds like he's going to murder you icl, kind of dark? seunghan doesn't know if he hates reader or he still loves her so it's lowkey everywhere n messed up, implied cheating

SYNOPSIS ⟢ a heartbroken ex boyfriend expresses his deep hatred and his love for his ex girlfriend on r/Unsent_Unread_Unheard.

💭 seunghan is crazy here...

[r/Unsent_Unread_Unheard] you don't give a fuck about me, but i still do. posted by u/hanseung • 19h ago

i'm such a fucking idiot. i don't even know why i'm writing this knowing you won't read, and even if you do, you couldn't be bothered to give a single shit. nothing about me has ever mattered to you because you're just a selfish little bitch.

i don't know why it took me so fucking long to notice and realise (or maybe i always fucking have but i'm just too delusional) why you were always looking at him and how your stupid eyes never settled or lingered on me the way mine did on you. i wanted to believe what we had was real so maybe that's why i was constantly ignoring the warning signs. i really shouldn't have.

i still think at one point you loved me, but not in the same way i loved you.

i loved you so so much... and the worst part? i still fucking do yn. i would've done so much for you and us if you could just love me fully-heartedly. or at least fucking pretend to?? we were 'together' for 2 fucking years for fuck's sake, you could've just continued that act and we can all be happy instead of being a fucking slut.

this whole time i was just a placeholder while you waited for him to be available. your heart belonged to someone else this whole time. and out of everyone, it just had to be my fucking brother? seriously yn? you couldn't choose other people besides my own brother?

i don't think you know what that does to a person. but knowing you, i know you do but you're just a snobby little spoiled bitch who only thinks of herself. i bet you fucking wish the i love yous that i whispered were from my brother. the nights we spent together too? did you picture his face when you look at me because we look similar? how many times did you almost moan out his name instead of mine?

i want to hate you sooooo fucking much yn. i don't deserve this kind of love from anyone, much more from a cheating bitch like you. you're such a horrible person, and i hope karma bites your ass back. i hope nothing in your life goes right and it destroys you, and you'll realise that it is all thanks to me. i'm praying for your fucking downfall yn. you will never be loved the way i loved you.

since i've said too much anyway, i just want to let you know that i look for you in other girls. sometimes i don't do it on purpose, sometimes it's a pattern. i look for pieces of you and let myself believe that this time i can make it work. and when it hurts them, i want you to know it's all your fucking fault yn. you made me the person i am today. it's all your fault. you will live and carry the pain of these girls that i've emotionally hurt.

you never had to grieve me because you were never mine in the first place. but i was yours. my whole being was yours. i practically fucking devoted my life to you. i rejected snu to enroll yonsei with you AND my brother. the fuck yn... did you use witchcraft on me?

i was just some guy you were with to get closer with my brother, and congratulations on accomplishing that mission. hope you know that when you guys are married, we'll still be seeing each other for christmas, new years, holidays, and celebrations to come. you'll never fully get rid of me yn.

you don't give a fuck about me but i still do. and i bet that boosts your ego you bitch.

💭 well... ◡̈

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cozmowrites · 1 day ago

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It'll Pass

The sky was heavy with the threat of rain, clouds swirling in muted gray. It felt fitting, almost poetic, for the storm that churned inside you. The words you’d been holding back for months now weighed heavily on your chest, threatening to choke you if they didn’t come out. Your hands were clammy, clutching the hem of your sweater as you stood just a few feet away from Bakugou Katsuki.

He looked so serene, leaning against the wall of the empty training hall. His crimson eyes, sharp and alert, stared out into the open courtyard. The harshness that usually defined him seemed to soften in the pale light. For a moment, you let yourself believe he could be yours.

“Katsuki,” you finally said, the tremor in your voice betraying your inner turmoil.

He turned his head toward you, eyebrows furrowing slightly. “What?” His tone was casual but tinged with impatience. He’d always been like this—biting his words—but that didn’t make you love him any less.

“I...” The lump in your throat grew as you struggled to form the words. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest, a frantic rhythm that screamed for release. “I need to tell you something.”

“Then spit it out already, I'm waiting.” His arms crossed over his chest, a gesture that was so classically Bakugou. You hated how your heart skipped a beat at how effortlessly cool he looked.

You took a shaky breath, forcing yourself to meet his piercing gaze. “I love you.”

The words hung in the air between you like a fragile thread, delicate and easily broken. The weight of your confession pressed down on you, and you felt exposed, vulnerable in a way you hadn’t anticipated. For a fleeting moment, his eyes widened in surprise, but the expression was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

He didn’t say anything right away, and the silence was deafening. Your heart sank further with each passing second, dread pooling in your stomach. You had hoped—no, prayed—that he might feel the same. That maybe he’d say the words back or at least give you something to hold onto.

But when he finally spoke, his voice was calm, almost detached. “It’ll pass.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. Your breath hitched, and for a moment, you wondered if you had misheard him. “What?” You whispered, barely able to get the word out.

Bakugou sighed, running a hand through his ash-blond hair. “You’ll get over it,” he said, his tone dismissive. “It’s just some stupid crush or whatever. It’s not a big deal. You're probably feeling that dumb way because we've been training a lot lately.”

Your vision blurred as tears welled up in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Not here, not now. “It’s not a crush,” you said, your voice cracking. “I’ve been in love with you for months. This isn’t just something I’ll ‘get over.’”

He frowned, his expression unreadable. “Look, I’m not good at this shit, okay? I don’t—” He paused, seemingly searching for the right words. “I don’t do love." He said it like it was a disease. "I’ve got too much to focus on to be dealing with.. whatever this is.” He looked disgusted.

Whatever this is. His words cut deeper than you thought possible. You had bared your heart to him, and he had brushed it aside like it was nothing. Like you were nothing.

“I see,” you said quietly, your voice trembling. You took a step back, putting more distance between you. “I guess I was stupid for thinking you might care.”

Bakugou’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything to contradict you. He just stood there, watching as you crumbled before him. You wanted to scream, to demand why he was so cruel, but you couldn’t find the strength. All you could do was turn and walk away, each step feeling heavier than the last.

The rain finally began to fall as you stepped outside, the cold droplets mixing with the tears streaming down your face. You didn’t bother trying to wipe them away. There was no point. You had given him everything—your heart, your soul—and he had tossed it aside like it was nothing.

You should have known better. Bakugou Katsuki was a force of nature, a hurricane that left destruction in its wake. You had gotten too close, thinking you could weather the storm, but now you were left to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart.

As you disappeared into the rain, Bakugou stayed where he was, staring at the spot where you had just stood. His fists clenched at his sides, his nails digging into his palms. He wanted to call out to you, to take back what he had said, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He didn’t know how to handle feelings like this—messy, complicated, and terrifying.

“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. He knew he’d hurt you, and the realization twisted something deep inside him. But instead of chasing after you, he stayed rooted in place, letting the moment slip through his fingers.

After all, he was Bakugou Katsuki. And he didn’t deserve love.

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crk-kr-to-en · 1 day ago

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Watch and listen to Kr trailer for the best Smilk voice experience. >>

Let's start with an easy question.

What do you think lies are?

So what do you think is the truth?

A world where lies become truth and truth becomes lies.

It's going to be confusing and beautiful.

Because it's your future

you choose yourself

What are you hesitant for? Are you afraid?

It's like running around like that and then breaking down,

feel helplessly afraid and frustrated.

Isn't that much more fun than sitting around?

No matter how much you run away, you are in the palm of my hand.

This is my torso.

You are all in my stomach.

Scream, scream, sream, scream in despair!!!!!!

> Another vers: Scream and suffer and despair to the fullest!!!!!!

In the end you will thank me!

I believe that you thought and chose for yourself.

>Another vers: Believing you thought, chose, fought for yourself...

I'm talkig about every moment of yours!!!!!!

Accept the truth you love so much

You follow my lead

I'm living the same way I've always lived.

So you'll end up being me.

Come into my world.

This work will be my greatest masterpiece.

You can look forward to it.

☆

Hehe. I'm sneaking an analysis in here too wait a minute please.

Analysis/Comparison with the En trailer.

How Smilk asks the questions really sets up for the next lines he's gonna say which is "lies become truth and truth becomes lies," because he's causing more confusion to the audience by asking more questions.

Ugh. They really removed "What are you hesitant for?" in favor of "Why the long face?" because it juts makes it more sillier than how they intend for Kr Smilk to sound more scarier.

Smilk describing his body parts is 💯💯💯. It makes him feel in control that you are contained in his domain because you are basically surrounded by everything that's hinself.

The next lines after that is just him narrating how much he's gonna project unto PV.

"I've lived the same way I've always lived." Obvious lie. That's him coping with the fact that he wasn't the same back then when he was a Virtue, and pretending bad things never happened to him.

"Greatest masterpiece." is certainly more better than "Finest creation." because he's directing a play. He is bowing on a stage. How does the En make this shit so fucking stupid.

And I always love the Ep titles in Korean making sense, and not just "Spire of Deceit" or "Beacon of Truth." "Tower where shadows whisper" and "Path the light points to" are much more descriptive in of itself. Shadows is to lies, Light is to truth. Get lost in the darkness, or follow the path of the light in that darkness.

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not-poignant · 1 day ago

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Hi Pia,

I just wanted to say you are an inspiration to me. I'm in my twenties and also struggling with an insane amount of health issues with new ones constantly popping up, which makes me feel like I will never be able to do anything with my life. Except maybe for writing, because I can do that in my bed and I love escaping into fictional worlds.

I don't know much about your life except what you share in the author's notes, but knowing that you're living life out there and writing these amazing stories despite all your health issues gives me hope. Unfortunately I live in the US, so it's easy to fall into a spiral of doom, but maybe I can be like you one day. The choices you make every day to keep pushing forward, keep doing things that make you happy, is what makes me believe that it's possible for me to keep going, too.

Hiya anon,

Health issues suck, don't they? I started my Crappy Pokemon Collection of Chronic Health Issues in my teens but I remember I really started to get concerned in my 20s when it just kept happening. And kept happening. I think there's a sadness/grief and depression and anger that comes with that too, and a fear.

For what it's worth, science comes up with new medications all the time, new discoveries, new breakthroughs. I have started medications that have helped some issues I've had for 25 years, thinking they'd just progressively get worse. And to be fair, some of my issues do progressively get worse, and I do have new chronic illnesses or chronic or stupid health things come up fairly frequently. And as I'm sure you know, maintenance and surveillance and chasing this shit up is its own job and labour that is extremely thankless.

But outside of that, there is a great radical activism in simply being kind to yourself, loving yourself, trying hard not to see yourself as wrong in the world, as still deserving to take up your space, no matter how much that changes over time.

I have loved ones in my life who spend most of their time in their bed (and otherwise in a wheelchair), all in their 40s/50s, all who have rich lives filled with loved ones. That doesn't mean they're not sad sometimes, or not frustrated with an ableist world (especially around how quickly everyone gave up on us), but it does mean when everything feels awful and despair-filled, they have people who love them, they have hobbies and interests (game coding can be done from a bed, art can be, cross-stitch can be, writing can be, and even sometimes chopping fruit and vegetables can be if you have one of those sturdy overbed tables and can trust your hands), they have things that get better and things that get worse, they all think their lives are better now because it does just take time to...learn how to live in a body that does this when you're younger and had different visions for yourself.

I spend a lot of my time in bed. I need to lie down every afternoon for several hours or I'm non-functional in the evenings and that's on my best days. Escaping into fictional worlds is honestly such a blessing, whether it's in writing or movies or TV or anime or manhwa etc.

Sending hugs and solidarity and much love for how things are in the USA right now, especially for ill / disabled folk. There are lot of people fighting the good fight, so please make sure you take the time to rest, even on the good days, when you might be tempted to push past your limits to get everything done.

It took me forever to stop overspending energy on my good days, and I still do it all the the time, lol.

#asks and answers #why are people so nice #personal #the journey of 'i started getting sick when i was young and it just didn't stop'#is honestly pretty shitty #one of the reasons i do speak up about it #even though i'm sure some people wish i wouldn't #is a) because chronically ill people should be allowed to speak about their illnesses it's a fact of our lives and #it's not at all shameful #b) because solidarity - if you see something you like in someone else's life #and find out they have pain and fatigue similar to yours #it's like 'oh shit you mean i don't just have to become an under-blanket lump forever?'#c) because it's a form of activism #and d) because it's hard and i need to speak about it and honestly i think #it also explains *why* i write the way that i do #may you find many many more good people in your life as it goes on anon #you deserve all the good things #administrator gwyn wants this in the queue

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heretyc · 2 days ago

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Tips for Barbi trials

Barbi's hot but he's also a major fucking douche and I'm here to save y'all from his clutches that we call "trials". Both of his trials are most disliked or described as hard, so here are some tips from your certified Whore™.

Not really accounting for perfect grades, so if you're fond of speedrunning and getting a good grade, this probably isn't for you lol

Poison the Medicine -

It's long and annoying as fuck. We all know this. You THINK it's gonna be easy, but nooooo. He's EXTRA.

Keep an adrenaline on hand for when you need to push the cart. It occupies a spot, but pushing it is easy as pie and the ex-pops aren't too much of a concern.

There will always be a large grunt at the spawn. Like fucking clockwork. There are two spawn points for them, and there are two entrances you can take if they spawn right in front of the entrance. If they spawn on the docks underneath, just be cautious and crouch the whole way.

When you get to the machine, open all of the doors and walk to and from depositing the drugs. The ex-pops are hella annoying but walking will make sure they don't hear you as much.

The symbols can be hard as shit to spot. The decoder will go off if you're near one. Make sure you're not near the symbol right at the beginning because that, too, will make it go off.

Franco loves chilling in the upstairs after he first spawns. Let him spawn, then let him fuck off to the upstairs before you begin your search. Another ex-pop will be present, so just stay cautious. Barbi's much worse than an ex-pop, though.

I say this with love but Franco's kinda stupid in the dark. I've stood in place for 3 minutes one time because the symbol wasn't lining up and all he did was run back and forth...back and forth...back and forth. If you're in the dark, don't worry too much about hiding from him. He does, however, shoot behind him if he hears noise. Stay motionless until he's in another room or around the corner.

The gas chamber is lowkey the worst part and nobody likes it. Make sure you have the door bashing amp and run and break amp. You have 20 seconds in the room before you start taking damage; the room has hiding spots, so take advantage of those. Quickly hop in and hop out to reset the timer. The canisters aren't always in the gas chamber. There's a few doors you can open to other areas that DON'T have vapours in them [hence why I recommend the door bashing amps above] and you'll be given a notification if there's a canister nearby. Once you have one, place it in the chamber so you don't get lost. When you get both, simultaneously carry them both to the machine. Carry one for 10 seconds, carry the other for 10 seconds.

The worst part, in all of this trial, is the end where you need to stuff the drugs. Barbi will shoot the glass and run into the room. Best thing to do is jump out after him, but DON'T immediately go down into the ship as he'll run in and fuck up your time with the mules. Let him get lost and begin to search the area ABOVE SHIP before you go down there. Cutting the mules makes no noise, but Barbi just LOVES running in and out of the room if he thinks you're down there. Because his dumbass is a mouth breather, you can pretty much hear him coming. Keep your inventory completely clear so you can cut and go. Best way to do this is cut one mule, stuff him, then go back and get more drugs to lead Barbi away from the room itself. Assuming you don't have the amp that silences your running, he'll be lead elsewhere. You need 6 drug bags, and even with the extra slot, you'll only have 5 in total, so you'll need to go back anyway. Once the mules are full, now's the time to leave the trial. He spawns at the shuttle doors, so go UNDER the docks and try to trigger a soundtrap.

Pleasure the Prosecutor -

...Yes, he's literally jacking it right in front of you. Lupara's on the table, see?

This isn't a tip, I just thought I'd mention it. For no reason. [Also would you believe me if I told you I wrote "lord have mercy" with a mouse? Why the fuck is that so clean...for a MOUSE.]

Not as annoying as Poison the Medicine but still extremely hella annoying. Best way to hide is to stick to the shadows and use hiding spots whenever possible. Remember the lights will come on after you flick the switches, so quickly make your way into a hiding spot or dark corners. THE EX-POP'S AI HAVE BEEN MODIFIED, so they will IMMEDIATELY search the area for you after breaking chase. That's why this trial is insufferable. If you can, try not to reuse the same hiding spot. Keep moving around the area to prevent them from catching you.

Mannequin locations vary. One may spawn in the dining area, one may spawn in the clothing store. The clothing store is the best and the worst; it's big. And it's...big, which means more switches to keep an eye on.

There are two mannequin spawns where large grunts will be present; in these, keep a bottle or a defensive rig on hand if they spot you.

BARBI WILL ALWAYS BE PRESENT ON THE MAP. Unlike Poison the Medicine, he will NOT despawn. After you trigger the first mannequin, he will spawn and stay on the map until the sequence near the end. In my experience [and the millions of times playing this trial], he'll linger in the motel area UNLESS you lead him away from there. You can hear him breathing and everything so avoiding him is disgustingly easy. He can, and WILL, fuck up a mannequin for you if you let him and lead him to where you need to sit and wait. He will also scare the Scapegoat if you're not careful.

There are three Scapegoats; one you will need to trigger !!THREE!! times and the other two will only need a trigger once. For the hard one, keep an eye on the tracker as he can spawn in the same area, just a bit further away. If you can, move in a way to make him attack you; it's possible to trigger him twice if you time it just right.

The sequence at the end will always end in blue. The blue mannequin is what kills the DA off by decapitating him. If you're not the best at remembering sequences, just remember the first four colours. I hope this helps! If he makes the trials hard for you just fling Yo Mama jokes at him 💕🤭 what's he gonna do, tell his mom??

#I'M MEAN LMFAOOOO #HE WON'T LAST IN A ROOM ALONE WITH ME #outlast #outlast trials #the outlast trials #franco barbi #tips and tricks for not immediately dying

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lordgroose · 8 months ago

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my dnd campaign planning started as a google doc

it is now six separate docs, a spreadsheet, various pdfs cut up and spliced together

i'm making frankenstein's shitshow and i'm loving it

#had to make a doc solely for brands and companies #for my own reference #because i'm coming up with so much stupid shit

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a-s-levynn · 1 year ago

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About those new masks..

So i saw this take a few times already and i have some thoughts. Obviously it's paraphrasing but you'll see these a lot similar to this if you scroll in ST spaces since yesterday:

"These new masks have too much personality, they said the people behind the music is uniportant but they now have this new personalized look instead of the uniform sleek minimalist one and it is the direct opposite of what they are saying. These new looks do not fit Sleep Token"

Let me preface this: I'm not going to explore specific reasons why people might hate on the masks because... No i refuse to go there, but i will talk about the issues i have around this a bit.

No.

If you are hating on the new masks so much so as to cry about that "this is not what they supposed to be about" you are missing your own point. You are in fact shooting the opposite direction. You are no longer in it for "just the music" but you are very much caught upon the "everything else beside the music." You got distracted. You putting the blame on them instead on yourself for loosing your own point.

There is no moral highground in this whole ordeal. Please respect yourself enought to try not to look utterly stupid if you frothing about something you visibly misunderstood. Do not hide behind excuses. Do not put this on the artists. Own up to the fact that you simple don't like it.

Admit that it's your opinion purely; because ultimately the artist creating their own art will understand creative choices behind their creations more than you ever will. No matter how far you try to bend backwards.

The masks fit Sleep Token because it is Sleep Token who decided to have them. End of story. You can hate it all you want but it is still part of the shabang now. And don't try to mask your distaste over visuals with shouting about the artist not understanding their own ideology.

If you are so hung up on how they look like, more than what the music still is, than stop and think for a second please.. You have it backwards. If you really truly only care about the music, what it is about, what it gives you, than you are not going to give a shit what they are wearing on stage.

Maybe in a passing few sentences but otherwise you are not going to be worked up about it to the point you sent hatecomments to the artist who made them.. It is shameful.

Besides i hate to break it to people but they already had their personalities with their outfits just not this strongly. III had the random whacky shit. IV had the hint's of this comfy leisurly punk-ish techwear whatever going on besides the fancy stuff the past a months since the summer. II had a slightly sleeker but maybe sort of tech-ish look which is now reflected (in my opinion) much more strongly with this new look (which sorta reminds me of a stylized oni or something tbh and that is extremely in line with their older far-east inspired thematics visually, just saying).

They are not handing you the "we are unimportant" part anymore. They are not spoonfeeding it to you. Not in the way they had before at least. They presume you are mature and smart enough at this point to get it. To get to the conclusion that it is unimportant what they look like. And allow them to still have fun with it.

Or just they are being cheeky and went for something that would shake up the people. I don't know, i don't know them or anyone close to them. I don't have answers. But they are trying something new an it is perfectly fine.

Also which would have come off so much differently if Vessel is 100% btw. Be honest, if they would have been able to perform to their fullest abilities, far less people would be so loud over this.. This was just an unfortunate turn of events and when shit hits the fan it usually never just one dose. And my heart breaks for the boys for all this.

Besides, people were so loud about hating that "they looked the same" and "so hard to distinguish" and "easy to replace because of this" ... now they have personalized masks and looks and the same people cry about the exact opposite they did before..

Also it just occured to me that this is basically the same as the lightshow upgrade. It gives you something to look at at the rituals. The new looks are visually interesting, and with the lighting setup they have now they are gonna look like some seriously fun nightmare creatures btw. I love that already.

So all in all i don't know, i don't really have a point here i guess, but the boys are in such a no win situation right now and i hate the fact that people are shitting on them just because they don't fit their idea of "an anonymous collective" anymore. Which is reddiculous and sad because nothign has changed.

It never was about being a blank page. It was about being human. It flies over so many peoples head but the anonymity part isn't about not being a person under there. It is being about that person not having a name. It doesn't matter if the person has a personality or not. What matter there is that no name.

There is no definitiveness. It gives an open invitation for anyone to step into that person but first you need to recognise that there is a person there. And there is no doing that if there are no traces of personality. Or humanity if you will because personalities makes us humans. Don't make me hold a philosophy lecture here on what it means being human please.

It does not matter who that individual it is by tagging a name on them. But it is extremely important that there is a person there. Otherwise there is no connection point. If there is no person there is nothing to understand. But it does not matter how that person looks like. It does not matter what the person wears. Or what that person is called. What matters is that it is a human being. And as such you can understand it. Our at least you should be able to.

Regardless of the design of a mask.

#there is so much more there i could bring up and talk about but i have stuff to do today so i can't get hung up on it too much #but i hope it comes through what i'm trying to convey here #i'm not trying to hate on people not liking the masks because it is an extremely valid opinion #i hate people trying to mask it as a thing about sleep token loosing sight of their own thing #please do not try to hide behind stupid shit like 'this is not what they talked about'#cut the bullshit #grow up #and own up to the fact that you are visually do not like something #there is no need for a moral high horse in this case #you can dislike something for the aesthetic #but again. please do yourself a favour and try not to look utterly stupid about something you only half understand appearently #i'd say i'm sorry if i offended anyone here but i'm prepared for getting shit over this anyway so no i'm not apologizing #if you feel offended by this maybe this is your reminder that maybe you should think it through why you feel targeted #✌🏻#sleep token

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