#but ONLY just! and it was because both shows are going for something different

[tooturtly]

Just so ppl know it does get better! I didn’t really have friends from ages 13-18, and even before then I always felt a little different (gay and neurodivergent). And yeah, it sucked. I thought I was doing everything right. I talked to people in class, I did extracurriculars, I was involved. But nobody was texting me unless it was about something school related. I wasn’t invited to anybody’s house. Twice the people I ate lunch with made homecoming plans but never invited me, I just showed up bc of how much they talked about it.

It finally took seeing the group of people I thought were my friends really overtly reject an openly neurodivergent guy from the friend group. Why? Because he talked too much, he was too sincere. It wasn’t any fault of his own. When I hung out with him in a smaller group, I had a blast. And I realized it wasn’t his fault or mine, but the people who I didn’t even like that much who were pushing me away. They were doing the same thing to both of us, and I should be pissed about it! (I still am, even know people change, it was still a shitty thing to do)

My senior year I finally put myself first and realized that having bad friends was worse than being alone. And I might as well be alone on my terms. I went to homecoming and prom by myself, I wore my own weird clothes and danced by myself just to have fun. I realized that going with those people had made me have less fun, because they hardly wanted to dance to the music if they didn’t know the song. I decided I was going to have fun and be my own person.

The only people I had who were friends were the older people at the game shop I went to. They were kind and patient with me when I didn’t know all the rules, and I’ve since lost touch with them but everyday I’m thankful that I had them in my life. Thank you for taking care of this weird teenager who was too loud and too pushy, and who you guided anyway! Thank you for humoring me!

And then I did find lasting friends. I graduated high school and found a group of amazing, nerdy, goofy people who I clicked with. We play D&D together, we eat together often, we share our stories, we talk and we laugh, we have inside jokes.

As I’ve gotten older I know I still have those moments. Even with my closest friends, I have doubts and anxieties about if they actually like me, if I’m a good and kind enough person to be able to sustain a friendship. Sometimes I think maybe I’m better off alone, because then any hurt I cause will only be me. I’ve never had friends before, I don’t know anything! Sometimes I think I’m too full of hurt to do anything but hurt. But I don’t trust those thoughts! My brain lies to me all the time! Those terrible twisted feelings never come from me, they come from a me that doesn’t know anything but pain and sorrow. I’m an entirely different person when the depression hits, and I’ve learned enough not to trust how I feel in those moments.

I know that I’m trying and my friends know it too. I’m not purposefully mean, I make amends when I make mistakes, which is all you can do because everyone makes mistakes. And I think about how much sadder my life would be without my support network. I would be miserable! Yeah I can do it alone, but I don’t want to! Doing it alone sucks! I love my friends! I don’t want to let them go, and they want me around. If my friends didn’t want me around, they’d tell me to pack it. Yet I’ve continued making friends, I find fun and weird people everywhere!

Fuck it, I’m gonna be me as much as I can! Life is terrible when you’re pretending to be someone else. And I’ve been lucky enough to find space irl where I can be me. If you can’t do that in person, go online, find community anywhere you can get it. I know I learned a lot from lurking online in high school.

My friends love me even though I have flaws, and I love them even though they have flaws. Including the anxiety and self doubt! Loving with flaws is human. Confidence is your armor against that self doubt. Even if it’s fake! Say fuck it and love your life, love yourself! The world is beautiful! Life is beautiful in those small moments laughing, in talking, in smiling.

Yes this is optimistic positivity! Because pessimism made me sad and being sad does not make you want to live! And I want to live. I made the choice once to live as much as I can. God’s tried to kill me twice and he has failed so far, so I will dance through life laughing.

I can still be depressed and I can still laugh! I can be lonely sometimes and still have friends! I can know that there’s always light at the end of the tunnel if I smile and greet the darkness as my friend.

On Isolation

[diushek]

Well, he (user: HeavenlyPillar666) is just a guy who only reads a webnovel out of boredom after his martial arts classes and finds himself unfortunately trapped- the plot is uninteresting in the first instance, the descriptions are long and absurd (SERIOUSLY, FIVE PARAGRAPHS TO DESCRIBE A DAMN PLANT? TEN PARAGRAPHS TO DESCRIBE A MONSTER? More action scenes than dialogue!? Who the hell is that IcedBlueBeast and why the hell does he insist on making everything SO DENSE AND SLOW?), but... one of his characters? DEFINITELY HIS FAVORITE CHARACTER IN THAT HORRIBLE WORLD. HIS MISUNDERSTOOD BLORBO. HIS BELOVED.

In a summary not summarized, a story about two twin brothers who were separated at birth, and both found their way to cultivation world in different ways. Reunited first like disciples and then Peak Lords of different peaks of the same sect, suddenly, the brother who remained with his wealthy family - Shen Yuan - was seen as something of a villain for having had kind and lovely parents, a home and an education, always portrayed as the spoiled rich kid who bought his way into the Sect, while the REAL SCUM VILLAIN ACCORDING TO HEAVENLYPILLAR666, that bitch Shen Jiu who was stolen from his family and raised as a slave and then on the streets, ended with basically a harem of peak lords, fanning himself with his fourth-rate victim role.

And the rest of that pathetic novel it's just... shit full of dramas, betrayal and eternal descriptions being an ode to finding the hundreds of ways in which Shen Yuan's inherent kindness was misinterpreted as manipulation, judged and accused of wanting to do something bad just because he comes from a rich and well-off background.

And how it should be fair after all that gaslighting and psychological torture, Shen Yuan finally agree with them!

Crack under the pressure and the mistreatment of everyone, he just decide that if everyone thought he was a villain, then he was one!!

Allying with the demons first as an informant spy and then rising to power among the court, he ended up being something like a emperor-demonic cultivator eager for revenge and proving that no matter where he came from, he would show them what he was capable of! If the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect believed that a powerful cultivator was only forged through hard work and suffering, look at him now!

So all that good revenge plot would go to shit with Shen Yuan start to fucking monsters in scenes that were almost fade to black despite the deep descriptions and CHEMISTRY between the passionate Shen Yuan and the mythical creatures to have more power for the revenge that never seemed to come... To end with a completely unsatisfying shitty ending in which Shen Yuan gave up his revenge for filial love and the power of forgiveness, giving his own life to save his fucking damnit brother's life!

Where was the cruel revenge?! The taking over of the world?! HeavenlyPillar666 is RAGING, more than anyone else in all those damn comments!! Dumbfuck author, dumbfuck novel!!!!!

...

Yea, the user HeavenlyPillar666 shouldn't have said that while choking on his damn glass of water. It's not that he thinks he could die by drowning in a glass of water, LITERALLY. That's ridiculous. It's the height of ridiculousness.

But now he is dead, and he has transmigrated into one of Shen Yuan's less filial disciples who would ultimately be the person who would hurt him the most when he turned his back on him, after having been practically raised and adored by Shen Yuan, this damn disciple who always treating his Shizun with contempt and disdain knowing his invented reputation, but despite that, he was so dear to Shen Yuan who more than once was capable of putting himself at risk for him...

No, nothing like that!! No more of that trash!!! Shen Yuan deserves MORE, and the one who now is Luo Binghe is going to make sure Shen Yuan has all of it. A happy ending, a filial disciple, someone to count on, someone to stand up for him when no one else will. Someone by his side when he decides to destroy the cultivation world, someone to HELP HIM DO IT AND GET REVENGE ON ALL THOSE ASSHOLES SONS OF A B-

If only that fucking System would stop yelling at him for being OOC. Luo Binghe already knows!!! Fuck you System!! He's not going to respond that rudely to his Shizun, he is a beautiful little sun, what's wrong with you!?

[259kmvn]

fight after

don't call me a slut, scara. | scaramouche x reader smut at first, fight, angst to comfort

"hah- fuck, y/n, i'm close- fuck!"

scaramouche bounces you on his lap at an erratic speed, his swollen member rubbing against your very sore sweet spot repeatedly. his hands grip the flesh of your hips tightly- restrained thrusts arrythmic and needy.

"you're my little slut, aren't you? hah, my good- fuckkking- slut!"

with that, he comes- a final satisfying slap of skin reverberating between your thighs and his. both you and him pant heavily, worn from the three rounds of continuous love-making in various positions. he has a hazy look in his eyes. clearly, he's satisfied.

you, however, aren't. did he just call me a slut? you try not to let your thoughts show on your face. he did it twice, too! the fuck?! there's a rampage in your mind and there's no doubt. it's souring. your. mood.

scaramouche, in the meanwhile, is planting kisses all over your skin, oblivious to the turmoil his partner is having. "i," a kiss on your clavicle. "love," one on your neck. "you." one on your cheek. his eyes glaze over features until he finally reaches your eyes. his heart staggers for a while- but not because he's so in love (which he is), but because something is wrong. you're not looking back at him.

"um, i need to go to the bathroom for a bit." you lift yourself off of him, trying hard to ignore the squelches of your very wet, very swollen slit. you grab your robe that's been abandoned on the floor and make a beeline for the bathroom.

"you want me to follow you?" you hear, and you contemplate not responding. it's not unusual for you to go to the bathroom after making love with your lover. it's also not unusual for him to ask this, teasingly or not. but this time feels different. there's a tension in the air.

you wish there isn't.

"i'm good, scara, thank you." it's for the better that you respond. this is fine. you're fine. you just.. need time to recollect yourself.

your thoughts are at war as you clean yourself in the bathroom. you wipe off the stickiness on your legs as hard as you attempt to wipe away your thoughts. it's really not that serious, you scold yourself. he was just really into it. you should take it as a compliment. you justify.

but still, you didn't like it. you don't. not one bit.

you don't realise that you've been in the bathroom for far too long until scaramouche knocks on the door. "y/n? you alright in there?" a hesitant worry laces his voice and you feel a pang of guilt hit you in the chest. "i'm coming in." and he comes in.

curse your habit of not locking the door.

"y/n." he calls out. you think he's angry, because you've sat in the bathroom for too long and you didn't respond to him and you also didn't say "i love you back" before you went to the bathroom, and also because his eyebrows are furrowed. he leans against the doorframe. crosses his arms. "what's wrong." that was a demand.

you didn't want to make it a big deal. but if he can give you attitude, you can do it too.

"nothing," you mutter, and get up to leave. "i'm gonna get a drink." and a drink you got, after leaving the bathroom and grabbing a cup from the kitchen. unsurprisingly, he follows you- what did you expect, anyway? he's got questions only you have the answers to. and it's scaramouche, of all people. nevertheless, you avoid his gaze, turning away while you take an unnecessarily long sip from your cup.

you've never been one to face conflict head on. it's always just avoid or compromise. or avoid long enough until you reach a compromise. but scaramouche's persistence is somehow not letting you do that.

after you set the drink down, you look straight past him, preparing to go to the bedroom. "i'm going to sleep."

"tsk," your partner clicks his tongue, and before you could walk any further, he grabs your arm. firm in his tug towards him. "you're mad at me." and when you don't reply, his grip softens- "i must have hurt you just now."

your lips are tightly sealed, and you don't meet his eyes. so scaramouche keeps trying. "where did i hurt you? what did i do? you need to talk to me, y/n." somehow, his tone is a mix of worry and frustration. you still don't reply, and his hand flies to your face-

gently directing your cheek so you have no choice but to look at him. "y/n."

you chew on the inside of your bottom lip. there's really no running away from this. from him. fine. you'll play his game. "youcalledmeaslut," you mutter, still keeping your lips close together. when he gestures you to say it again, probably because he didn't hear you, you say it louder: "you called me a slut."

the puzzle pieces in his brain appear to be coming into place, and his eyebrows relax. "ah.." a wave of realisation releases itself in his voice. "that... i'm sorry. you know i don't mean what i said. i just... got too excited," he reasons out with you.

"yeah.. i get it. i'm sorry for taking it personally." is what you want to say. but honestly? there's still hurt that will not be resolved by this one exchange of words. and since he opened up the dams, you might as well let it out.

"i.. i don't get it, scara. you know my first time was with you, right? so why would you ever call me that? and- and, what am i to you? just that? a slut? your slut? like i'm an object or something?" disappointment and hurt drip from your voice as scaramouche pours guilt from his eyes. "where did you even get the idea to call your lover a slut, anyway?"

this time, it is he who doesn't look at you, and you find his close presence too much to bear. you pull away from his grip, sitting on a nearby chair instead. letting the tense silence simmer in the air as both of you collect your thoughts.

after a few seconds, scaramouche approaches you. he crouches down at your knees, reaching out for your hands that lay clenched on your lap.

"y/n..." contemplative is his tone, and looks up at you. seemingly revering your presence. making up for the way he made you feel. "i'm really sorry. i..." and he takes a deep breath, "i used to call my previous... partner... a slut. on her request. it's- it's a habit, i guess." his thumbs caress your knuckles and they're so gentle, you almost forget you're arguing. "but i should've left the past be in the past. i'm... a changed person with you, y/n."

you look down at your hands, entangled with his. letting your mind process his words. and as if to match the tender of his touch, you soften your voice. "but didn't you have any respect for her, scara?"

there's a pause in his movements. a sigh. "just as much respect as she had for herself," is what he settles with. you frown. it's like he senses your worry, the way he stands up and cradles your head in his arms, pulling you into his chest. "like i said, i'm a different person with you now. you've... taught me a lot of things. about respect and love." you lean the slightest bit into his hold. he smells like sweat and fresh air.

"y/n... i love you. i could never lose you, and i have never and will never see you as a slut." he lets go slightly and lowers his gaze to meet yours, "i'll never call you one ever again. you have my word."

now it's your turn to wield guilt, though you've carried it from the start of this ordeal. so you apologise, "actually... i- i'm also sorry, scara. for... for making a big deal out of this. for not being able to fulfill your fantasies. i really j-"

"wait. fantasies? is that why you didn't want to tell me at first? because you think it's my fantasy to call you a slut?" you're shocked by his interjection, and even more by the fact that he's probably right.

the slight part in your lips close into a small smile as you nod your head. "maybe..." you say, sheepishly pressing your lips together.

he also smiles, albeit in disbelief- "y/n, you are my fantasy- fucking hell, we could go touchless all the way and i'd still have the cum of my drea-" your shocked wide eyes halt him, and he chuckles. "too far?"

this time, his question was not full of worry; it's cheeky, and he knows he can be cheeky because you've got that telltale blush on your cheeks that shows that you're enjoying something.

"you're finally smiling," he says, and the observation seems jam-packed of relief. so is his heavy sigh afterwards. "i was worried that i hurt you, y'know. i mean- i did, but i thought i really fucked up bad." he cups your cheeks and leans in closer to you. "i'm glad we could reconcile," he whispers, before pressing his lips against yours.

"i love you," he mumbles against you.

and finally, you reply.

"i love you too."

[enbyzombies2]

fiddauthormay ideas for the pecking

ford and fidds having their own relationship before meeting emma-may, and ford is so scared that emma-may is his replacement. the two of them show him that that's definitely not the case

ford being a later addition to the relationship, so fidds introduces his girlfriend to his boyfriend and leaves the room to let them bond for a second while he goes to the bathroom (unsure if they'll get along) only to come back to them in a fierce debate about whether rangers are a bad class or not

study sessions where they're all laying on the floor of ford and fidds tiny dorm so their legs and bodies are all tangles while they separately read their textbooks and take notes, propping their stuff on each other and laying on each other for comfy cushions (and consequently elbowing each other and pushing the others away when they get in the way of Important Work)

poking fun at each other for their majors despite all being stem majors (think the line in the martian where someone says "it's just botany, it's not like it's real science.")

ford feeling left out because he's not one for PDA and prefers not to be part of the public face of the relationship (for safety reasons and more) so his partners show him he is definitely as much a part of this relationship as both of them are

if they're all cis-- emma-may is pregnant! but uh. they're not sure who the father is.

^ (or some other fun combination of compatible reproductive systems :P)

what if they all celebrate different winter holidays and get to introduce each other to their respective traditions :)

meeting the parents (probably emma or fidds' parents. something tells me ford isn't going home for the holidays anyways)

someone coming to emma-may As A Woman to tell her she thinks fidds is cheating on her and emma's just like. whaaaat wow thank you for telling me. comes home to her boyfriends kissing and she's like you'll never believe what just happened

the ddmd campaigns go crazy

they're menaces in the same course. professors start refusing to let them sit next to each other in classes

who sleeps in the middle of the cuddle pile?

ford:

[aeliem]

I have like 15 different versions of their relationships in my head (especially killer & nightmare) (help)

also bonus thing

unhinged rambles under the cut

i added underfell sans cuz i associate him with the bad sanses for some reason (more than error anyway)

i think Red doesn't really belong here (in my head he is definitively part of this group, just compared to the others he hasn't done anything nearly as horrible as them) so he'd be very stressed out all the time about fitting in/not being thrown away i think in the beginning this would translate by him getting close to whoever is the most powerful, so at first Dust (because i hc he has the highest LV of all of them), then he'd see how fucking pathetic dust is and start seeing him less as an authority figure and more like a person (then feelings would blossom from their shared pathetic-ness etc etc) he'd turn to Nightmare next (cuz he is the leader of the group after all), and nightmare would try to help him not be anxious all the time but red's so terrified of being a burden he doesn't wanna ask for help, so nightmare has to slowly convince him he's worth something, and by the time red gets better BAM he's caught feeling i think Killer would just fuck with him a lot, then red would match his energy and they'd become best friends with benefits (maybe something romantic there but they would never admit it) (just bros being dudes) (they would be absolutely insufferable together) (imagine killer's chaotic energy but squared)

Killer and Nightmare's relationship(s) (yayy!)

so i have. at lot. and i mean a LOT of different versions of what their relationship could be in my head, some more toxic than others.

basically i think killer would gravitate towards nightmare, both because he's the one who got him out of his timeline, but also because he just got out of an extremely toxic friendship with the human and probably thinks it's gonna be the exact same. so no matter what nightmare's intentions are, killer is going to cling to him in a not so healthy way and treat him like the only thing that matters in the world

if nightmare's good: he tries with all his might to get killer to stop treating him like a god and start taking care of himself. nightmare gets very confused and frustrated when killer starts torturing and murdering people for him even when he isn't ordered to. also whenever nightmare gets exasperated, killer immediately backs down and shuts himself up, so nightmare would try as much as he can to not show signs of anger (or if he does, to convince killer that he's not going to hurt him). i think this would culminate in both of them having a long chat about chara and killer wanting to move on from them, and killer completely giving himself away to nightmare so they can work on this together, and so nightmare can force killer into getting better (im thinking something like TPE), until killer slowly starts rebuilding himself back up and manages to be his own person again

if nightmare sucks (cw for abuse): he will use killer's past to his own advantage, im thinking sometimes acting like chara on purpose (or even shape-shifting into them) to get him to do things, being extremely affectionate and giving killer the validation he craves, until he doesn't get what he wants and then starts threatening killer and accusing him of being a piece of shit, and generally holding what he did while with chara over his head. maybe nightmare genuinely loves killer in some way, and killer sees it as a sign of good will, like if he loves me it means he's doing this for my own good (he's not).

Dust i headcanon is a complete asshole (in several different ways but we'll get there). he thinks he's so much better than everyone else, and that he's a good murderer who killed for good reasons, while the others are horrible little freaks who like causing pain for its own sake.

first scenario i have is if Nightmare is an asshole to the others (doesn't have to be explicitly aggressive, just generally acts like he's better than them). dust would see this as a direct confirmation of his previous theory (everyone else is an asshole), and just try to piss nightmare off as much as possible. then he gets very surprised when either the rest of the gang joins in on the annoy nightmare competition, or nightmare vents out the newly created frustration not only on dust, but also on the other people in the group. this is basically dust gaining class awareness. he's in this shitty situation with the others, and they hate it at least as much as he does. they are not privileged, they aren't enjoying any of this. they probably also think everyone else here is a murderous asshole, which is why no one is actually talking to each other. this is when he starts actually trying to communicate with them. he probably sees they're much more similar to him than he first thought, even if they all went through different events, and he tries really hard to find common ground (at first with the intent to fight nightmare, but afterwards just because he genuinely likes them).

Killer is the hardest to get along with because he's very confrontational and the closest to dust's assumption about him, but after some time he really comes to like his spontaneity and the time they spend together. they both get very attached but never really admit it, until there's like one moment where they each see the other is a gay little shit who's in love with another version of himself (the derision helps them be vulnerable). so they finally become a couple but have a very irony poisoned way of talking about it.

Horror is more of a tricky case, it depends on a lot of things, but if nightmare doesn't try to help him (or makes things worse for him), he's probably very fucked up from the time he spent back home. this becomes immediately visible to dust once they actually start talking, and horror latches on to him as the only person that still has morals/is still trying to make things better for everyone. i think it would feed a lot into dust's savior complex, and while it doesn't allow him to have a genuinely close relationship with horror, this still makes dust the one person horror can rely on, and the one person helping him recover. i think it's only once horror gets more stable (and isn't as reliant on dust) that they can actually start to form a relationship (and horror turns out to be a smartass like killer, but less chaotic and more logical which dust is very much a fan of) then they all beat the shit out of nightmare for being an asshole (the end)

if Nightmare isn't an asshole, dust has a really hard time reconciling nightmare's actions towards him and the gang with his own worldview, so he tries to interact with nightmare as little as possible to not challenge it. he even tries to leave at one point, but going back somewhere with people he murdered over and over while they did nothing to deserve it doesn't feel very good, and he eventually chooses to stay so he can have horrible people around him to convince himself he's not that bad. i think it would be a slow process of dust seeing Nightmare genuinely try to help him despite his own problems, and killer & nightmare being in a healthy, non-murderous relationship. he would fall for nightmare first, but would mostly manifest it through his jealousy towards killer. Nightmare would see this and, thinking dust is self aware enough to understand his own feelings, talk with killer about dust, with killer eventually telling nightmare if he wants to get in bed with the guy who hates him, whatever, just don't start acting clueless when shit hits the fan. then nightmare gets a lot closer to dust seemingly out of nowhere, adding to his confusion, before they both finally talk about what they want and officially get together, with killer like "this went a lot better than i expected" with Killer, i think it's more of a "nightmare isn't here and i need anyone to rant about my problems to" type of situation, where once dust gets used to not being asocial, the days nightmare goes out for long periods of time become unbearable. at first they would kinda bond over their shared love of nightmare, but over time they would start actually getting interested in each other, with still a lot of animosity but also mutual interest and respect. (pretty much a classic enemies to lovers this one ngl)

Horror is... horror is weird for me? like i dont really know where to put him. i think i just have fanon horror and canon horror bouncing around in my head and they're just so contradictory idk what to think of him. i have 2 big stories with him, but in short:

either he's just.. not interested in romance at all (whether due to being aromantic or something else). maybe he does have some sort of deeper bond with Nightmare due to him being able to read his emotions, but generally he's just a friend to the others. i think he'd be pretty distant to the rest of the gang as being the only one without a high LV, so he doesn't really want to get to know them that much. this mostly happens if he still has his brother with him, or if he's moved on from his death by the time he joins nightmare's team (or is convinced his brother is gonna be completely fine back at home)

or: if he gets forcefully brought out of his timeline by nightmare, he's completely lost and starving and traumatized six ways from sunday, and at first he's completely unable to take care of himself now that his brother's gone. i think Dust would try to help him (because nightmare's certainly not going to), and horror would just latch on to him like a mussel to its rock. after he's recovered, they would stay close and would slowly fall in love, even if neither of them really want to put it into words. it's around that time he would get to actually know Killer (and how dust feels about him), then jealousy then the same affection dust has for him (mtt poly hell yeah!!!) idk how i would actually define horror's relationship with them (i would maybe say queerplatonic but again idk), just that they're extremely close with each other (again this is partially due to nightmare being an ass, this is why i'm hesitant to mark this as purely romantic when it feels both circumstantial and like they're more than boyfriends)

Cross is also weird, i don't think about him a lot but i think he's as cold-headed as dust and as diligent/efficient as killer, so i see him relating to these two the most. it's more that i see a lot of kross/criller on my dash and i really like their dynamic (especially Killer fucking with cross) also i love the idea of a cross who's trained as a soldier and a Nightmare who already has a gang of strong sanses defending him and doesn't need anyone else, but still lets cross in because he thinks he's cute. i imagine nightmare would still give him orders from time to time to make him feel useful, but it would quickly turn into a kink thing on cross's part, then nightmare would probably make it an official/explicit thing between the two of them. for the others (Dust & Red) i don't really have a specific idea in mind, i just really like dust&red as a duo and i think there's potential for very interesting dynamics with the three of them (also Cross Dust & Error, not romantic but like, platonically, is this anything??)

personally i dont think Error would be with anyone (except Ink but even then its not 'just' love, its more a cycle of truces and betrayals, and "you're the only person in the world who could understand me so i'll stay by your side as long as possible even if i know this won't last" kinda vibe) i think error's waayy too in his own head to notice the people around him, and i think if he were to live with nightmare and the others, he's just do his own thing in his corner and not really participate, he'd only stay with them as insurance so ink can't attack him (also he gets to piss him off by altering timelines but technically he doesn't destroy anything so ink still can't break their truce) the only exception to that would be Dust (most likely in the timelines/versions where dust hates nightmare and doesn't confide in him), where they both share this sense of being better than everyone else and being tasked with a purpose no one can do but them (for error it's cleaning out the multiverse, for dust it was killing the human and he's still somewhat attached to that), but i don't think they'd be romantic with each other, just friends (though maybe error would get more attached to him since he's so lonely, but even then this would be one-sided)

It’s time…

Be sure to be respectful and have fun! 🤗🤗🤗

My own insanity/filled out ones under the cut

HUGE HUGE HUGE FAN OF A LOT OF THE SHIPS INVOLVING THESE SCRIMBLOS!! Unfortunately, I haven’t seen too much Error around, so I don’t have too many ships with him haha (although I wanted to include him because sometimes, people consider him part of the bad sanses! Same with Cross for obvious reasons).

The second picture is essentially me showing the different mini polys I really like (the color is only to help differentiate them haha) (I didn’t wanna use the mini poly color from the first picture because it would’ve gotten way too cluttered lolol).

It should be seen/unspoken the fact that I already adore them all as one big poly (with or without error haha). They rattle in my brain so much and I love them dearly

[wildfluer]

⚘( ၴႅၴ DISTANCE ( jj maybank )

— summary after weeks of being distant, jj shows up at your door late at night. something’s wrong, but he won’t let you in.

— content warnings angst, mentions of abuse/implied abuse ( jj )

— a/n first post on here!! i felt like writing gut wrenching angst but i’m not sure if i like it

it started with distance. the missed calls, the unread texts. the way jj avoided your gaze, eyes darting away quickly. at first, you ignored it. it was normal for him to act distant sometimes. it was just his natural response to everything. he was always dealing with shit, and that was how he coped. you respected that—but this time, it felt different.

even as you were trying to ignore it, you couldn’t. the bruises on his knuckles never seem to fade. pope tells you he’s been picking fights at the wreck, at parties, anywhere someone is dumb enough to take the bait. kie says he’s been drinking too much, disappearing for hours, coming back and barely being able to stand. her voice is full of worry as she tells you, “he won’t even talk to any of us”.

he won’t talk to you either. you wait, hoping he’ll come to you for help. but jj maybank doesn’t ask for help. he never does—he spirals. and right now, he’s spiraling hard.

. . .

it’s past midnight when you hear a hesitant knock on your door. you almost didn’t catch it over the sound of the rain hammering against your window. when you open the door, jj is standing there, soaked head to toe from the rain. his hoodie clings to his body, hair dripping into his eyes.

when he looks up at you, you feel your heart throb. he looks miserable. “i had nowhere else to go,” he mumbles. his voice is raw, like he’s been screaming or crying—probably both. you quickly urge him to come inside. he doesn’t meet your eyes as he steps in, dripping water onto the floor. you grab a towel and hand it to him, but he just stares at it like it’s some foreign object. “jj,” you murmur, your voice quiet as if you don’t wanna scare him off.

he blinks, finally taking the towel but barely using it. instead, he runs a hand through his soaking wet hair, exhaling shakily. “i can’t—i don’t wanna talk, okay?” he rubs his eyes, sighing. “i already know you’re gonna offer to help me or some bullshit, but i don’t need help, alright? i just needed somewhere to go.” he’s rambling, and as you go to place a hand on his shoulder, you see him flinch. you quickly retract your hand. it’s a subtle movement, but you saw it. and it made your stomach drop, because it confirmed your suspicions.

“jj,” you start, voice soft and careful. “what happened?”

he exhales sharply, shaking his head. “that dosen’t matter.”

“it does,” you say.

he lets out a bitter laugh, running a hand down his face. “no, it really doesn’t.” you want to argue and tell him that it does matter—but you know jj. you know that pushing too hard will only make him pull away faster. you don’t know what to do. “hey, it’s okay. you don’t have to tell me what happened. but you also don’t have to act like whatever you’re going through doesn’t hurt either.”

his jaw clenches, eyes flickering to the floor. “i don’t feel anything.”

you frown at his words, “i don’t believe that.” jj scoffs in response, but there’s no real fight in it. just exhaustion. you watch his shoulders tense, his hands balling into fists at his sides. he’s struggling, and you can see it. you watch as his eyes dart toward the door like he’s already planning his escape.

but then, something cracks. he speaks, his voice wavering this time. “i’m so fuckin’ tired of this shit,” he exhales, “i’m so tired.” he sounds so defeated that it breaks you.

“let me help you,” you whisper. “please, jj.” he looks at you, and for a moment, you think he might let you in. but the moment is brief, and poofs into thin air in a second. you speak up again, this time begging him to not leave. but he doesn’t budge. instead he turns toward the door, his fingers hovering over the knob. for a second you thought he might change his mind. he doesn’t. with an exhale he mutters, “thanks for letting me stay for a bit.”

and just like that, he’s gone.

[ablobwhowrites]

Hello, I've been a fan of your yandere ramblings, especially the sonic ones since no one does those really on this.

So I came with my own little ramblings for a human y/n that gets sucked into mobias (basically a reverse sonic X)

First of all, y/n is always staying at someone's house in a rotation (from cream and vanilla to tails to Amy, etc), and isn't allowed to sleep on their own without some mobian cuddling them.

Also y/n pulls a generations and meets different eras of the sonic cast, first meeting classic sonic, tails, knuckles, Amy, robotnik and metal sonic. And robotnik just being intrigued by this other human, and has metal kidnap them (who grows obsessed, yandere robot go brr).

And after a lot of classic obsession and shenanigans, y/n is transported to the mid modern era (sonic adventure and advanced series), and meets new characters like cream, big and chaos.

Cream is the only normal one (still is clingy), and tails is slightly more obsessive (still normal tho), and chaos just plays hot potato of constantly nabbing y/n during adventure 1.

Then onto generations itself and the time monster decides to also nab y/n because Eggman told them to (definitely not because it finds this human adorable).

Also fleetway sonic and scourge being the clingiest and jealous hedgehogs ever.

Omega also likes to just hold y/n randomly, like he does with cream and cheese in the comics

(tails and cream and chao's are strictly platonic yanderes for any yandere sonic stuff I do and may add to the platonic only if needed)

I do imagine they have their are scared as all hell but for classic sonic I do imagine he is shorter kinda how it is in other modern games and just imagining y/n in changing styles everytime they are put into a new sonic generation just to fit into the era. And is the classic era kinda wearing something like eggmans fit but modified to be their own and kinda fitting the hero style but they do try to take their gloves off but it's a struggle. And just imagining classic knuckles keeping y/n near the master emerald as that way he can protect two things at once. Tails is kinda like a that little brother who always wants to show you stuff even if your already doing something. Like tails will come to y/n and holds up his newest invention and y/n is like "oh cool. But tails I'm really busy right now t-" and tails is like "hold on let me show you want it does" and ends up destroying the only portal way home for y/n.

I do imagine just y/n at classic Amy's place and is just like "I wonder if I can make a run for it to see what would happen." But mostly just waiting for the right moment to run like when classic eggman and sonic were fighting and ended up tripping into a open portal somehow and now are in the mid modern era and I like to think their outfits changes to corespondents with the sonic era they are in. And imagining with some cross over games may or may not become obsessed with y/n like the sonic characters are and it's hell for y/n cause like bro has to deal with this now.

Plus imagining omega just being a kinda bodyguard for y/n is nice. They don't know omega is obsessed to buy keeps it more professional and so is shadow because he grows more insistent that he go everywhere with y/n to keep them safe even if not endanger, he still goes just to be sure nothing happens and then rouge is like "oh the master emerald and y/n! What a package deal!" and steals both but if she cannot get the emerald, she goes for the better option and y/n having to cling into rouge because like they do not wanna fall from how high she flys cause like bro you wouldn't be scared just looking down to see how far from the ground you are from?

Plus imagining y/n having a bunch of chao's walking behind y/n like ducklings because I say so and y/n wanting to take one because it decided to sleep on y/n's lap but they can't take them out of the chao garden. I love chao's they are so silly.

Also metal sonic after he sees y/n standing minding their own business:

Metal sonic and y/n are bascially that scene with miles running away and Miguel chasing him. And imagining that metal sonic dragging y/n back to eggmans base by the ankle because like I know if metal sonic held hands with y/n, he ain't never letting go of y/n's hand

(that's it's for my yapping for rn, but anyways if you guys like this y/n or idea please don't feel shy and request your ideas or y/n ideas. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[gigislandofrandom]

Okay y’all, I don’t really get political on here as much as some other people—I have done political stuff in the past, but not a lot. But something needs to be said.

And yes, I will be the one to say it, because if a Jewish person says it, some people are just gonna say that they’re colonizers, this, that, and the other. But we need reason, and not just blindly accuse each other of deplorable acts.

There’s been a lot of heat on both sides of the Israel-Palestine issue, and for good reason. But I’m going to offer my own perspective. I know I’m going to get a lot of hate, but I’m not going to stand here and just blindly accept the marginalization of human lives.

I’m from the USA, as some of y’all know, and my country has sadly done a lot of hurt towards many different people of many different backgrounds, and we’re still dealing with the repercussions of that today. So keep this in mind, because I want to ask you all some questions.

Native Americans were subject to horrible treatment by white settlers, including being put on reservations, having their land taken, and having their culture erased. Would this give them the right to storm the US Capitol, rape women, take mothers and children as hostages, and kill civilians?

African-Americans, also, were subject to horrible treatment, including the slave trade, segregation, and outright murder based on nothing but the color of their skin. Would this give them the right to storm the US Capitol, rape women, take mothers and children as hostages, and kill civilians?

For a more recent example, Japanese people were put in internment camps during WWII. Many of these people had never set foot on Japanese soil, but had been born and raised as American citizens. Would this give them the right to storm the US Capitol, rape women, take mothers and children as hostages, and kill civilians?

If the answer to these three scenarios is no, why is it okay when Hamas does it to Israeli citizens?

I’m not going to address the issue of land ownership, since that isn’t getting anyone anywhere with this argument. But what I will say is this: the day that Hamas chose to start this whole thing shows you all you need to know about their true colors.

What day was that? October 7th, 2023. Right at the beginning of the Feast of Sukkot, one of the holiest days in Judaism.

Hamas literally chose one of the holiest days in the Jewish faith to start the killing, torturing, and suffering of Jews that continues today, more than a year after it started. This is no arbitrary date, and many other terrorist groups have a similar modus operandi—take the 2019 Sri Lanka Easter bombings, for example.

Hamas aren’t freedom fighters, or a resistance movement. They are terrorists who will not stop killing until every Jew both in Israel and outside Israel is dead.

And they don’t just kill Jews. They’ve even killed other Palestinians—take the conflict in July and August of 2014 when 23 Palestinians were murdered by Hamas, many of whom were supporters of Rafah, Hamas’s political rivals.

When I say this, I am not trying to dunk on Palestinians. Many Palestinians have nothing to do with this, and just want the fighting to stop. But there are other Palestinians, and many Palestinian supporters, who have done absolutely reprehensible things—attacking Jews publicly, tearing missing posters of Jews down, and calling for the death of Jews, to name a few.

I fully understand that many Palestinians do have grievances against the Israeli state. That is perfectly valid, and I will always fight as an American for free speech everywhere, and for the right for the people to speak out against oppression. But these actions that are being taken are not the answer, and they’re only going to lead to more antisemitism and Islamophobia, both of which we have enough of in society without all this.

In summary, to the Jews: keep fighting. You matter, you are loved, and you are necessary in this world. All is not lost yet.

To the Palestinians: You have a right to your beliefs, and to your opinions, including about the Jewish state. I will always fight for your right to speak your minds, and to speak out against oppression and discrimination. But all it takes for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing. Speak out against oppression of your neighbors, and speak out against terrorism.

History has its eyes on both of you. For your sakes, and for the sakes of those after you, choose wisely.

[shocked-collar]

Got any advice for writing Ren?

OOOOOOO yeah i got a lil bit!

Ren is one of those more difficult characters to keep a grasp on due to his spontaneous yet grounded personality. Ren is also special because he has MULTIPLE different interpretations. BTD1, BTD2, TPOF, and YKMET, though we don't know much about that one yet. I find by remembering my little 'character rules' he's easy to play in any of the aforementioned settings.

Also, ALL OF THIS should be taken with a grain of salt as I'm only a fanfic writer/roleplayer online and don't know how Gato herself would write the character.

First rule I follow is to remember that Ren is desperate. The moment he's determined to do something, he becomes desperate to finish it. The moment he's decided he wants something, he becomes desperate to get it. The moment he falls in love with something, he becomes desperate to keep it. This really only applies to things he REALLY cares about. He has to REALLY care about it.

Second rule is to remember that Ren never got to manage his emotions. He's emotional. He's quick to anger, to sadness, to happiness. He works like a sword made of markers; One movement too hard and he'll fall apart.

Third rule is to remember that Ren is starving for things to go his way. He's manipulative. This isn't always intentional, he just hates hearing the word 'no' and despises any kind of pushback. It's been coded into his nature to snake under peoples better judgement to get what he wants after being denied for so long. Even before Strade he was pushed down and silenced, so now it's almost triggering to be on the sidelines.

Forth rule to remember is that Ren is obsessive. His friends are HIS friends. His shows are HIS shows. His food is HIS food. You are not allowed to challenge these ideas without him getting irked. If you talk about another friend you have, he'd be delighted to meet them! But if you talk about them too much, he'd begin to resent them. How good can they really be, right? Not better than him. He's a GOOD friend...

Fifth rule for Ren. He is very proud. He's proud of himself on a subconscious level! He's proud of his cooking, his abilities, his media knowledge, his hair/fur, and especially of his species. Which rolls into the final rule!!!

Rule six, arguably the most important one (in terms of playing post-Strade Ren)... Ren is a fox beast-kin. He is not human. He works differently on a fundamental level than humans do, the largest concern being his diet. He fits in, he makes friends, he engages in society, but in the sort of way that farmers engage with their cattle. He can eat and consume any part of you he needs to. He reads you as delicious. His language and tendencies will be different than a normal persons, like his habit of nesting instead of sleeping in a bed, or even marking territory. He WILL be argumentative, and quite frankly hurt, if any of his animalistic-behaviors are mocked or frowned upon. He is not human, and he wants you to know that.

There are differences in personality when it comes to WHICH Ren you're playing. BTD1 is very reserved because he has to be. He's quiet, obedient, and bites his temper a lot, but do remember he still has one. Despite the daily-terror, Ren finds it hard to hate or love Strade, as he's constantly dished with praise, pets, love, cuts, bruises, and violation, in some sick healthy diet of intimacy.

BTD2 Ren is overly-confident and proud of himself. He feels like a hidden super-villain! He feels like... Strade. A normal guy doing normal things in the normal world, but look out, he's ACTUALLY a big scary-spooky man you should be afraid of! But not so much you don't love him! When in reality he's... ahead of himself and in his own head. He struggles to come to terms with what's happened to him. He's both so happy Strade is gone and also feels not helping him was the worst decision of his life.

TPOF Ren, or Fox, is back to being reserved- but in the way that you should be scared. He's under no ones thumb in this timeframe and still keeps the same temper he's always had. He carries himself with a menacing poise because he knows his emotions are expensive, like the rest of him. The slightest furrow of his brow can indicate a world of consequences for whoever it was aimed at. Despite his appearance, his obsessive nature fails him, keeping him stuck in a mental cycle of correcting and forgetting the past, two contradicting items that slowly tear him apart. He is disgusted by his past and pleased that he has gotten so far away from it, yet can't shake his quiet adoration of German accents.

I hope this??? Helped???? Somehow??? I'm sorry for the yapping novel and also if it's messy, I hardly read it back cause I have a lil bit of a headache

[chimuelo2005-blog]

More yapping about Jayce and his relationship with Viktor and Mel cause why not?

One of the most interesting things about Jayce’s character arc is how Mel and Viktor act as these two opposing forces in his life; both guiding him, both shaping him, but in very different ways. Mel represents power, ambition, legacy, the political weight of Hextech and everything it could be. Viktor represents innovation, raw intellect, and the heart of why Hextech even exists in the first place. Jayce is caught between them, constantly being pulled in two directions.

Mel teaches Jayce how to navigate Piltover, how to gain and control his power instead of letting it control him. She gives him the tools to actually use Hextech as more than just an invention— turn it into something that changes the world. Without her, he never would’ve made it onto the council, never would’ve learned how to play politics, never would’ve become the leader Piltover needed. But at the end of the day? Jayce was never truly Mel’s.

Because no matter how much Mel shapes him, no matter how much power she hands him, Jayce’s first and strongest connection is always Viktor. His first choice is always Viktor. Viktor is the reason Hextech exists. Viktor is the reason Jayce even believes in progress in the first place. And you see it in the way Jayce prioritizes him over and over again.

Mel offers Jayce power, and yeah, he takes it—but he hesitates. He falters. With Viktor? There’s no hesitation. Jayce is willing to risk everything for Viktor in a way he never does for Mel. Like, when Viktor starts slipping away, Jayce drops everything. He stops caring about politics, about his reputation, about the carefully constructed path Mel laid out for him. The second Viktor needs him, that’s it. He’s done playing the game. He’s ready to throw away everything if it means saving him. Mel is an influence in his life. Viktor is his foundation.

And what’s really sad about all of this is that Mel knows. She sees it. She knows that at the end of the day, she’s teaching Jayce how to be powerful, but Viktor is the one who actually owns his heart. She sees how quickly Jayce pulls away from her when Viktor starts getting worse, how his priorities shift without a second thought. She spent the entire second part of the show shaping Jayce into a leader, a politician, a visionary—but the second Viktor is in danger, Jayce doesn’t care about any of that. He only cares about him.

Mel may have given Jayce power, but Viktor is the only person he was ever willing to lose that power for. Mel was the one who taught Jayce how to build an empire. But Viktor? Viktor is the one thing that could make him burn it all down.

And that says everything about Jayce.

I've seen some people in the reblogs make good points I missed while making the post, so I'll add them here.

This post is about jayce's perception or what I think his perception is based on his actions. Once said that: No, Mel is not the black girlfriend, that's a huge disrespect of her character, she's a powerful, intelligent woman with complexities and flaws that go far beyond some guy.

I agree that Jayce loved Mel, to a certain point. His favoritism towards Viktor is not even conscious most of the time. He obviously loved and cared for her, if he didn't they wouldn't have been together. My point is that he loved her in a way that would never be matched to the way he loves Viktor, and that's ok. They are two separate people, it's obvious Jayce won't love them the same.

While writing the script, I believe the writers made their relationship to put Jayce between a rock and a hard place at times. Mel is progress, she's powerful, beautiful, kind, She symbolizes everything Jayce wants to achieve (talking about her symbolism in jayce's character, not her own character) . Viktor is his foundation, he's beginning, he's the constant in his life even before he knew it. That's what I mean by saying Jayce was never fully Mel's.

I agree that as a fandom we don't talk enough about characters individually, but I firmly believe that there are characters that you need to talk about while talking about others. You cannot really talk deeply about Mel without talking about her mom, her brother and so on.

I love my girl Mel and I will yap about her soon because she's just too pretty and interesting not to.

[waynes-multiverse]

They are crazy addicting lol! And I've seen so many start doing them like this after you, and it's cool to read everyone's different takes (and how much we all agree for some 😂). Comparing Jackles characters also reminds me of college and writing papers lmao

Oooh this is so true for Dean. He's only had like, what, two real relationships in his life? With Lisa, I feel like we got a sense that they were loving partners, but the show didn't dive all that deep into what their relationship actually looked like romantically. (One of my biggest gripes honestly. Outing myself here: I shipped Dean x Lisa hard back in the day and was heartbroken when they broke her and Dean up and wrote her and Ben out of the show the way they did. 😭)

Right lol?? I feel like he wouldn't know that all these sweet little things he does just because he's generally a kind, caring, good human are actually swoon-worthy 😍

And I loved Lisa and Dean, too! I just felt her entry and exit were both a bit surprising lol. I do think they had a loving relationship, but Dean mentioned he wasn't really there mentally because of Sam. But I hated how they wrote her out and portrayed it all. Makes me cringe during rewatches when I see them interact because I know how it'll all end 😂🙈

What a lovely turn in the ending though!! He decked out the Dean Cave, I love it!! 😍 That's a big gesture he could 100% pull off. 💕

One of the things all my fics have in common is that Dean always decks out the Cave for date night. But I think that's just totally something he'd do 🥰 (That, and taking you for a drive in the Impala, either to an outdoor movie theater or some viewpoint where teens make out lmao)

LOL "old school" is an understatement with this guy for sure, but it very much tracks that he'd go all out for V-Day. He's got money to burn, and I feel like he'd enjoy trying to impress his girl with all the fanfare of a beautiful night out. (I explored that idea in Lost on You for sure.)

Yup, exactly! It's like a staged event for him, he goes all out and uses every opportunity to brag lol (And I so can imagine SB in the 80s was 100% that guy. Just look at that fucking cocky smirk 😂)

💀💀 omfg you nailed him there. 💯 😂

I mean, the king can't eat with the peasants 😂😂 (Ben is just generally so fun to write because I usually go with the most extreme thing I can think of and it'll fit 🤣)

omfggg Ben. So accurate, and somehow it's still sexy 😅 (there might be something wrong with me. It's fine.)

Lmao girl, there's something wrong with all of us. I can't even spell the word feminism when I'm writing or reading him 😂💚

I also like the contrast between Dean's card and SB's card at the end -- Ben's not asking questions. He's more straightforward and demanding that you're his. 👌🏽🫠

Aww, glad you agree! I could definitely see Dean be more his insecure self in that regard, while Ben marks his territory with his dick 😂🤷‍♀️

It's the "Are you sure you want to date me?" vs. "How could you not date me?!" lmao

LMAO I loved this entire section for so many reasons -- Beau's southern charm and chivalry, the good dose of realism coming from the reader, plus that one at the end making me cackle. 🤣

For some reason, I figured Beau would totally overdo it, and my God, the pressure the poor reader is under 😂😂

But she did find a way that went beyond blow jobs luckily 😂 And I would absolutely love a cabin getaway with Beau. I did give them a lake cabin in Polaris. Couldn't even imagine him living somewhere else (except maybe a ranch lol).

Very on-brand indeed that he's the one you can't quite pin down (at first). 😅 His job really would make things difficult to make a relationship work, even with the reader soldiering through and trying to be unaffected that she thinks he won't be around for Valentine's Day.

Russ was actually based on a personal story when my husband (then 4 months boyfriend) was still in the military abroad and surprised me with a visit 🥰 But yeah, I had only gotten a quick text and then sulked all day till that moment 😂

I loved ALL of these HCs, Wayne, but I'm torn between Dean and Beau on this one. So very sweet for this hopeless romantic!~ 💞

So happy your hopeless romantic heart enjoyed them, Alex! And thank you for starting an awesome new tradition here! 🥰🫶

Headcanon: Valentine's Day 💕

(Dean Winchester // Soldier Boy // Beau Arlen // Russell Shaw – Edition)

Prompt: How would your favorite men surprise you for Valentine's Day?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader // Soldier Boy x reader // Beau Arlen x reader // Russell Shaw x reader

Warnings: +18 for some language and spice, tons of fluff, a smidge of angst

A/N: Something sweet to sweep you off your feet for the most romantic day of the year 😉 Happy early Valentine's from me, my loves 💖 (And big thanks to the lovely, amazing @zepskies 💜 for starting this trend in the first place. It's addicting 😂🫶)

Dean:

Dean isn’t big on Valentine’s Day and romance. Not because he thinks it’s an unnecessary holiday invented by greeting card companies, but because he genuinely doesn’t know how to be romantic.

You’re aware of this and don’t care if he surprises you with a big gesture. Because truth is, Dean’s romantic when it comes to the little things.

You don’t care if he brings you flowers because he brings you your favorite take-out order when you so much as mention that you’re hungry.

You don’t care if he gets you a card because he gets up in the middle of the night and saunters all the way to kitchen to bring you a glass of water when you tell him you’re thirsty.

You don’t care if he gets you chocolate because he creates personal mixtapes for you with songs you said you liked during random drives.

He listens to you. He holds open doors for you. He protects you. He keeps you calm. He takes care of you when you’re injured. And he loves you with every fiber of his being.

So, really, you don’t care if he makes a big deal out of one random calendar day a year or not. It doesn’t prove his love for you – the little things do.

However, you’re still sweetly surprised (and moved to tears) when you find the Dean Cave dipped in the warm glow of fairy lights and candles.

He’s picked out your favorite chick-flick and your favorite snacks.

He opens his arms with a big, cheeky grin and invites you into his snuggly embrace on the couch.

There’s a box of chocolates on the coffee table, a few of them half eaten, and a note that reads: I’m not a smart man, but I know what love is. Be mine?

You smile and kiss his scruffy cheek. “Always.”

Flustered, he smiles, cheeks tinged pink, and kisses your crown. “Happy unattached-drifter-Christmas, sweetheart.”

Soldier Boy:

To say Ben’s old-school when it comes to romance would be an understatement. While the rest of the year his bedside manners leave much to desire, he strangely shines on Valentine’s.

Mostly, because he knows sex is a given on this holiest of holy days. No sickness or period can stop him.

If you accidentally died, you’re even sure he’d pull a full Weekend at Bernie’s and have a night out with your corpse.

First, he surprises you with a delicately wrapped gift on your bed: a tight-fitting, beautiful emerald evening gown and the matching lacy lingerie set.

Of course he got you underwear, even though he won’t mind if you don’t wear anything at all under that dress.

He then takes you out to the fanciest restaurant in the city, where he reserved a private room away from all the other commoners.

His attention is only on you.

He praises you all night long and gives compliments as if he's never done anything else his entire (long) life.

He orders the most expensive bottle of wine and the best steak and makes sure you know that it is.

He encourages you to play footsie under the table with him before he slips the heel off your foot, and your toes massage the growing bulge in his slacks.

He holds your hand in public and protectively guides you goddamn everywhere with a palm on the small of your back, showing you off like arm candy – the trophy wife.

Sure, you could protest and critique his… traditional views.

You’re not a fucking award he’s won for bad acting!

But your cheeks flush furiously every single time he brags boisterously about you to anyone who will listen. And those who don’t listen are forced to listen.

But you can’t deny it feels good to be so wanted, so desired.

When you come home at the end of the night (with a fucking horse-drawn carriage no less), Ben can barely keep his large hands from roaming your curves. You know he expects his reward now for being the best possible lover ever.

On the kitchen island, you also find a huge bouquet of red roses waiting for you. You can barely appreciate its beauty before the zipper in the back of your dress slides open. Well… rips open.

Between the thorny stems, there’s a card attached, too. It doesn’t read “Be Mine,” however.

Nope, it says, “You are mine.”

And you know he fucking means it.

Beau Arlen:

Your favorite cowboy sheriff will pull out all the stops as soon as the calendar on his desk reads February.

He doesn’t wait for D-Day either. Every day for thirteen days straight, there’s a little surprise waiting for you when you get home.

Your favorite flowers, your favorite meal, your favorite movie, a framed picture of you and him from your first vacation together, a necklace you saw in an antique store you mentioned in passing…

Some might say he’s a little overcompensating.

But Beau has made mistakes in his past, especially on the relationship front, and will be damned if he hasn’t learned from them.

So, he will make sure you feel wanted and loved till the day he dies, even though you keep repeatedly telling him he doesn’t need to make a fuss about Valentine’s Day.

Really, you’re good with picked flowers from the garden.

But Beau’s stubborn and won’t be discouraged. The southern gentlemanliness is rooted deep within his heart and soul.

This day is all about his endless love for you.

Honestly, the sheer amount of everything makes you even slightly uncomfortable. It might sound dumb, but how could you ever compete with that level of commitment?

There ain’t enough blow jobs in this world to make up for his devotion to you.

But on the big day itself, you are actually the one who surprises him with a romantic weekend trip to a cabin in the mountains and excellent fishing spots close by.

You know the biggest gift you could give him is some peace and quiet, time for himself, and a listening ear because he will surely talk the entire time about God and the world while you’re stuck on a boat with him.

But on the night itself, when you give him your gift, he’s actually speechless. Tears brim in his green eyes because you thought of him.

He’s moved, and it moves you.

Because, after all, to you, there’s no bigger gift in this world than his smile.

Russell Shaw:

You don’t expect much when Valentine’s Day looms in the distance. In fact, you don’t expect anything at all.

You’ve only been dating Russell for a couple of months now, and you barely ever see him. Your time together mostly consists of text messages, late night phone calls, and the occasional video chats.

You know his job is complicated. You know he can’t be around as much, even though you direly wish he could.

On the morning of the dreaded day, you receive a simple text message:

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart! I’ll call you later!”

You hate to admit it, but you feel a little disappointed – disenchanted even. You don’t want to make a big deal out of it because it’s a stupid, unimportant almost-holiday.

All day long, you curse the greeting card companies and the poisonous claws of consumerism for making you care in the first place.

You’re a strong, independent woman. You shouldn’t need a man to give you flowers, gifts, or attention to feel appreciated.

Still…

As you park in the driveway after a long day at work where you watched your colleagues fawn over the bouquets they received from their partners, you feel disheartened when you still haven’t even gotten your promised phone call.

Russell always leaves you wanting more… That can both be a good thing and a very bad one.

But as you close the car door, your phone vibrates in your pocket. You all too keenly pull it out and pick up, almost dropping it because your hands are jittering with excitement at this point and your heart is pounding furiously.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Russell greets you on the other end, the deep timbres of his voice sending immediate shivers down your spine. “You home yet?”

All your worries and sorrows are instantly forgotten when you hear the big smile on his freckled face that he’s surely carrying.

He’s worth it, you remind yourself, even when it’s not easy. Life is not always rainbows and butterflies.

“Uh, almost. Unlocking the front door as we speak,” you tell him.

“Sorry I couldn’t call you sooner. Was stuck on a plane. Long flight,” he says mysteriously. You don’t even ask at this point. You know he can’t tell you.

“No worries. I was busy, anyways,” you lie and hope he buys your nonchalance. “Anywhere interesting you are now?”

“You could say that, yeah…”

“Well, if you hold on a second, I’ll slip out of those clothes and make your evening even more interesting with some pictures,” you tease flirtatiously and push the door open to your dark apartment.

The light switches on by itself, though. You blink in surprise before the phone falls out of your hand when Russell beams broadly at you.

“As much as I love getting your dirty little photos, I think I prefer the real thing tonight,” he says slyly.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” You surge forward into his strong arms so forcefully you almost tackle him to the ground, your hands slinging around his neck. If you could keep him caged there forever, you’d be fine with it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” Russell says with a warm chuckle and claims your lips in a searingly passionate kiss that shows you just how much he’s certainly missed you too. “Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

Hope you enjoyed these little snippets, friends! Do you agree with these? 😉

I legit stole Dean's half-eaten box of chocolate and the Forrest Gump note from another fic of mine. I couldn't resist. I can totally see him doing something silly and cute like that 😂

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₊˚⊹♡ — Love Letter #1: UNDER THE STARS

Fearturing — Cowboy!Miguel x Farmer’s!daughter!reader

Lyrics — After discovering you’ve never had a “real” Valentine’s Day Miguel makes it his mission to make the day special for you. When you see the thoughtful setup he’s planned and how much effort he put in, you thank him in a way he wasn’t expecting.

Duration —3.8-4.0k

Music Advisory — Fluff, Smut [mature audiences only], country!au, takes place on Valentine’s Day, implied situationship, kissing, oral (blowjob/handjob) [m!receiving], implied p in v, allusions to sex, slight face-fucking, semi-public sex, implied exhibition kink [if you squint]

Words From Artist — This is my first fic for my Valentine’s Day event and I’m so glad I’m finally posting it because it took me a while to finish. I’m working on other fics for this dynamic but I really wanted to make something for the season of love. Always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading y’all reactions! I hope you enjoy!!

₊˚⊹♡ — If you would like to read more of the Cowboy!Miguel and Farmer’s!daughter!reader click here!

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The sun has just dipped below the horizon, leaving a constellation of stars hanging above the wide, open sky. The night is quiet except for the sound of cicadas in the distance and the soft rustling of the wind through the trees. It’s the kind of peaceful evening that makes everything feel right with the world.

But somehow tonight feels different. You can feel the shift in the atmosphere, a knot tying in your stomach, a tinge of unplaced excitement, and a strange feeling you can’t shake. Maybe the reason is because it’s Valentine’s Day and love is in the air, or maybe it’s the way your thoughts have been lingering on Miguel all week.

Miguel isn’t one for holidays, at least not the popular ones that everyone adores. Flowers, chocolates, fancy dinners, all those things never really mattered to him since he’s considers himself a simple man. But when you told him that you’ve never really had a proper Valentine’s Day, the kind with the romantic gestures and filled with the classic clichés, his heart ached. To him you deserve that, you deserve all the sweetness in the world even though he’s not great with grand gestures or romantic words, so once he’s done working around the farm he starts planning a simple yet special night for the two of you.

He spent the last few hours preparing, scouting out the perfect spot on the acres of land and after searching he found a hill just far enough from the ranch. The place was perfect, the stars would be bright, the cool air would breeze through, and it’s in a secluded area so you both can have your privacy. It’s not much, but it’s his way of showing you that you mean something to him.

Now, with his horse saddled and ready, Miguel is making his way to you. The rhythm of the horse’s steps matches the pounding of his heart as he thinks about how he’s going to approach you and what he’s going to say. He’s never been the type of man that gets nervous but when it comes to you and romantic situations like this everything feels different.

As he reaches your house, he finds you outside, sitting on the porch steps while your attention is focused on your phone, your face illuminated by the soft glow of the porch light that’s shining above you. When you hear the sounds of a horse trotting you look up, surprised to see him since you thought he already went home for the day. “Miguel?” you ask, raising an eyebrow while standing up and placing your phone in your pocket. “What are you doing here?”

He smirks, trying to keep his cool, but there’s an edge of nervousness in his voice that he can’t hide from you and you most definitely take notice of it. “C’mon, cariño. Got somethin’ to show you.”

“What is it?”

Miguel extends his hand to you, giving you a small smile. “You’ll see,” he says, trying to sound casual even though his heart feels like it’s about to beat out your chest. “Get on.” he gestures his head to the horse, wanting you to ride with him instead of taking your own horse like when you two usually go out together.

You instantly agree and allow him to whisk you away, grabbing his hand and swinging yourself onto the horse before wrapping your arms around his torso. The night air feels cool against your skin, and the rhythmic sound of the horse’s hooves hitting the dirt path fills the silence between you and Miguel and allows your rampant thoughts to roam your mind, wondering where Miguel could be taking you.

After almost twenty minutes of making small talk and sitting in a comfortable silence when neither of you could find the words to say, you finally make it to your destination. Miguel stops the horse, swinging his leg over and allowing his feet to hit the ground. “We’re here.” He helps you down, his hands firm on your waist as he slowly lowers you to your feet.

The warmth of his touch lingers even after he pulls away, and you can’t help but smile as he takes your hand, leading you toward whatever surprise he’s prepared. Within a few seconds you start seeing items spread out on the ground and once you're able to get a closer look at what Miguel set up, causing a soft gasp to leave your lips.

You see a large quilt covering the ground to act as a place for you and Miguel to sit, there’s a basket filled with your favorite snacks and drinks, including some moonshine that you enjoyed the last time you and him went to a dive bar. He knows how much you liked the sweet burn of it, the way it made you giggle and feel carefree, so he made sure to bring some for you both to enjoy, and so he could tease you once you start feeling the effects.

There’s a small lantern placed nearby that he brought from the barn, providing ample amounts of light to shine around you two so you can see since it’s dark in the countryside. But what makes your heart flutter is the bouquet of flowers resting beside the basket, the same ones you pointed out to him a few days ago when you were in the city and told him it was a beautiful arrangement.

You walk over to the quilt, running your hand over the soft material, your voice soft with appreciation as you soak in the scenery. “Miguel, this is beautiful.” You weren’t expecting anything tonight, especially not from him. You had convinced yourself that Valentine’s Day wasn’t something you needed to care about, that it wasn’t worth the trouble when you and Miguel weren’t even official yet.

You two have been dancing around whatever this was for months so neither of you had put a name to it but now, standing here, looking at everything he’s put together just for you, makes a warmth fill your chest.

“You said you never had a real Valentine’s Day, so… I figured I could make it happen.” As Miguel speaks he shifts his weight while crossing his arms, sort of downplaying the effort he put in. It’s something about the way he says it, like it’s just a simple fact, like he hadn’t spent hours preparing and planning, like he hadn’t gone out of his way to gather all your favorite things and create the perfect atmosphere.

When you hear the nervousness in his voice, and notice how he’s trying his best to keep a steady tone, it makes you realize that this is his way of saying he cares. Miguel is a very calculated man, he has his own way of dealing with his feelings, confronting situations, and sometimes he has his walls up so seeing him do something sweet like this makes you feel special.

You turn to face him, and the look in your eyes softens. You smile at him, the same smile that makes his heart skip and his stomach twist in ways he still isn’t used to because it shows how deep his feelings are for you. Without saying a word, you close the space between you, reaching up and placing your hand on his face and pulling him down to your height.

He stiffens for a second, his breath hitching while his eyes flicker between your eyes and lips, and then you press a soft kiss to his lips. It’s not rushed or desperate. The kiss is slow, lingering, like you’re savoring the moment, like you want to physically show him how much this display of affection means to you. Miguel instantly melts into it and your bodies come together, his rough hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you in so he can feel the warmth of your body against his.

When you pull away, your fingers trace absentmindedly along his jaw, loving how he makes you feel and that he’s slowly seeping into your heart. “You’ve made this the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his torso and pulling him into a hug, wanting him to know how much you appreciate the effort to make today special for you. “Thank you, Mig.”

Miguel exhales a breath he didn't even realize he was holding, his arms instinctively tightening around you as he buries his face into your hair. Your warmth, your scent, the way you just fit perfectly against him, it all makes his chest tighten in a way he doesn't quite know how to handle. He never thought much about Valentine's Day before, never cared for it or celebrated, but standing here, holding you, feeling your love radiating off of you, he realizes that maybe it's not about the holiday itself. Maybe it's about who you spend it with.

"You don't gotta thank me, cariño." he murmurs, voice low and husky as his lips brush against the shell of your ear, making your body instantly quiver. "Just wanted to do somethin' nice for you."

You smile against his chest, your fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt, tracing lightly over his warm skin. "Well, I still think you deserve a thank you." Miguel looked so sexy tonight, he’s wearing a worn denim shirt with his sleeves rolled up which shows his muscles, a pair of dark jeans, his favorite cowboy boots, and of course his signature cowboy hat. With how attractive he looks and all the feelings that are coursing through your veins you want to express your appreciation to him in a physical sense.

Miguel pulls back just enough to look at you, raising an eyebrow at the teasing glint that’s shimmering in your eyes. He doesn't miss the way your fingers linger against his stomach, nails lightly scratching against his abs, a gentle touch that’s creating a slow heat to emerge in his groin. "That so?" He’s surprised that this is what you meant by ‘thanking him’ but he doesn’t mind one bit, he loves seeing you on your knees for him so he knows he’s about to enjoy what comes next.

"Mhm." You tilt your head up at him, your voice gentle yet playful as you lead him towards where the quilt lies on the ground. "And I think I know exactly how to show you just how much I appreciate all this..." Once he’s where you want him your hands move to his jeans, unbuckling his leather belt and unzipping his pants, a small smirk spreading across your lips when you see the outline of his hardened cock that’s ready to be released.

When your hands slip inside his pants, pulling his boxers down just enough for his heavy cock to spring free, sends a shiver through him from both your touch and the cool breeze flowing by. Miguel’s eyes are solely focused on you, watching you get on your knees and toss your hair over one shoulder, before spitting on his cock, using your palm and spreading it on his shaft and slowly stroking his length. For him, you have to use both hands. Since his cock is so large and thick you need both to make sure there’s full coverage and no part of him is neglected.

“Fuck, cariño.” He mutters, his hands resting on the back of his head to keep them occupied, feeling his cock pulse as you strategically maneuver your hands on his shaft. He loves when you give him head, there’s something special about the way you tend to him, it’s delicate, thrilling, and sensual. No other woman can make his body react the way you do and that alone makes him want to spray you his seed down your pretty little throat.

“You want me to suck it, cowboy?” It sounds like a rhetorical question but you’re truly looking for an answer despite you already knowing the answer by his body language. You love a vocal man and that’s definitely Miguel, plus you know that he loves hearing your cute country accent and you want to do anything that’ll drive him closer to his peak.

“You know I do, querida.” And with that you switch techniques. You give his tip a light kiss, allowing your saliva to pool in your mouth before sticking out your tongue and allowing it to drip onto his tip, making his cock nice and slippery so you can give him the sloppiest blowjob possible, just the way Miguel likes.

The kisses and little kitten licks feel incredible, he enjoys the satisfaction it brings his body when he feels you drag your tongue up and down the underside of his dick, how the tip of it glazes over his prominent veins and makes him shudder but he absolutely hates the teasing. Usually he’s a patient man, allowing you to move at a comfortable pace but tonight he doesn’t want to wait. “Come on, baby. Don’t tease me.”

“Fine, but only because you’re cute.” You reply with a soft giggle, obeying his wishes and placing your plump lips over the tip of Miguel’s pretty cock, allowing your tongue to run over his slit, causing his mouth to fly open from the unexpected sensation. Things started off nice and slow in the beginning with slow strokes with your hand around the base of his cock, dragging the flat of your tongue around his tip, and gently caressing his balls to make things a little more spicy.

Soon things escalate quickly, Miguel’s hips jerk and he throws his head back with a groan when you hollow out your cheeks, taking a few more inches of him in your mouth and allowing your hand to cover the area you couldn’t reach. It’s so hard for the cowboy not to just shove your head against his pelvis and force all of him down your throat, so instead he starts to lightly thrust, causing you to gag around his length and the warmth of your mouth to engulf him.

As you hold onto Miguel’s meaty thighs to help you keep your balance, you can feel them trembling, one of the few signs that he’s about to bust. To match the rhythms of his lazy thrusts you bob your head up and down, licking the pre-cum that leaks from his tip and allowing it to settle on your tongue, enjoying the salty taste of him on your palate. The wet noises that you’re making are going straight to his dick and seeing the small spit bubbles that are forming in the corners of your mouth, makes it twitch between your lips.

You look up at Miguel through your lashes, you’re pretty hypnotizing, eyes locking with his dark one’s, wanting to see every face he makes when he cums. By looking at him you can tell he’s holding back for reasons you don’t understand. Miguel always sees you as a delicate flower that should be cherished which you adore but you can tell he wants things a little rougher and frankly you’re not mad at it, you would actually love for him to get rough with you.

When you notice him lowering one of his arms to lightly pull up his shirt so it doesn’t get in the way of your performance, you take his hand and place it on the back of your head, silently granting him access to fuck your throat. Once Miguel feels his palm against your hair it unlocks something inside him. His hand tangles in your hair, pressing your head downward, causing his tip to repeatedly press against the back of your throat.

“That’s it, cariño… just—fuck, like that.” He groans with a strained voice, not being able to hold himself back anymore. Miguel loves this feeling, especially when your throat opens up for him to go deeper and the vibrations from your cheeks are getting stronger the more he pushes your head towards him. Once he pushes you to your limit, taking one hard thrust and causing your nose to press against his pelvis, you moan loudly around his cock and your nails to slightly dig into his skin trying to brace yourself from the unexpected movement.

"Shit, baby... 'bout to-" Miguel warns, his stomach clenching as his high creeps up on him fast. You don't let up, doubling down, wanting to see him fall apart completely. The cowboy shudders, his grip on your hair tightening, his cock pulsing in your mouth while spewing lines of his thick seed down your throat, making a series of moans, praises, and a few curses in his native tongue fall from his lips.

You can’t really understand what he’s saying, due to you not knowing a lick of Spanish but by the way his mouth hangs open and his brows knit together you can tell he’s enjoying himself. Once he comes down from his high and he feels you swallow the remaining ounces of his seed, he slowly pulls away from your wet and swollen lips that are coated in his juices.

Miguel doesn’t even give you a chance to clean yourself up before he wraps his hands around your waist, picking you up and walking further towards the middle of the quilt before gently laying you down, placing his hand on your back and lowering you onto the soft fabric, his broad muscular physique hovering over your smaller frame.

His eyes, dark and heavy with lingering desire, trace over your face, memorizing every flushed detail in your features. His fingers graze your cheek before trailing down your jaw, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips, a silent reminder of what just transpired.

Miguel exhales deeply, his breath warm as he begins to press a firm kiss on your neck, another on your collarbone, and then one right above your cleavage. His movements are slow and deliberate, savoring each reaction he draws from you. His hands, strong and calloused, explore the curves of your body, fingertips ghosting over your ribs, your waist, before settling at your hips, making his way to the waistband of your shorts so he can take them off.

His fingers hook onto the fabric, tugging the material lightly, giving you a moment to stop him but you don't. Your breath catches as he peels the shorts down your legs and tosses them to the side, his touch igniting a trail of heat down your abdomen that goes straight to your core. When you feel his fingers tug at your panties, about to pull them down and reveal your pussy, you grab his hand, feeling a little nervous for a second.

“Mig, what if someone comes out here and sees us?” Your voice comes out in a hushed whisper, laced with both nervousness and excitement. The thought of being caught by anyone in your town is mortifying, especially since gossip spreads like a wildfire around here but you and him already went halfway when you sucked his dick so you don’t understand why your nerves are eating you up now.

Miguel chuckles softly, the sound low and smug as he leans in, his lips brushing gently against your jaw. "Now you're worried, querida?" he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement, thinking it’s funny that you’re now worried about peeping Tom’s after you just finished deepthroating and slobbing all over his dick with no hesitation.

Your stomach twists, a mixture of nerves and exhilaration bubbling inside you. The logical part of your mind knows this is reckless, dangerous even, but the way Miguel looks at you a unrelenting hunger, like he wants to devour you until tears are rolling down your face, makes it hard to care about the consequences. You've already crossed the line, let yourself be consumed by him, and the thrill of it all is just as intoxicating as the man himself.

His lips trail down your neck, peppering kisses that make your breath hitch, making your nerves slowly disappear. "You weren't shy a few minutes ago," he teases, his fingers skimming over your exposed skin, tracing slow, deliberate patterns. "I think you like the risk."

And maybe he’s right, maybe you do like the thrill it brings. Maybe that's why you don't push him away, why your fingers tangle in his hair instead, pulling him closer to your body. "Plus no one's gonna come out here but even if they did.." His voice deepens slightly, his lips ghosting over yours in a mesmerizing manner. "Let them see how good I make you feel."

Heat pools between your thighs at his words, but you still bite your lip, unsure of what to do which Miguel notices, always being attentive when it comes to you. "If you don't want this, just say the word," he adds, his voice softer now, wanting to make sure you’re comfortable before he takes things further. "'I’ll stop."

His sincerity, how he cares about how you feel and won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do makes your heart flutter. You trust him, more than anyone you’ve ever been with and right now, with the stars above you, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, and his heavy cock resting on your stomach, makes the thrill of the moment outweigh the risk of being seen.

Swallowing your nerves, you slowly loosen your grip on his wrist, allowing his fingers to slide past the waistband of your panties. Miguel watches you carefully, searching your face for any hint of hesitation. When he doesn’t detect any, his smirk returns. "That's my girl," he whispers before pressing his lips against yours, his fingers finally pulling them down and allowing him to feel your wet pussy, your juices smeared across your folds, practically begging to be licked.

Miguel groans at the sight, his pupils blown when your alluring scent fills his nostrils as he takes in every inch of you. His large hands slide up your thighs, spreading them apart with a firm but gentle touch. The cool night air brushes against your exposed skin, sending a shiver down your spine, but it's nothing compared to the heat radiating from Miguel's body as he settles between your legs.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before he finally touches you where you need him most, drawing a gasp from your lips. He watches your reaction closely, reveling in every small sound and movement you make, as if he’s memorized by them.

The thrill of the moment, being out in the open, of surrendering completely to him and allowing him to be in control, slowly overwhelms you. Your body arches instinctively, pressing into his touch, silently begging for more, wanting his cock to reach the depths of your womb until you're filled with his seed. Miguel leans down and captures your lips in another yet kiss, swallowing every whimper and moan he pulls from you.

Miguel’s lips pull away from yours, but his touch remains, tender and firm. His thumb gently strokes your cheek as he looks at you with a softness that contrasts the intensity of his earlier actions. You both share a quiet moment, basking in the warmth of each other’s presence before taking things to the next level.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, cariño.” he whispers, his voice low and affectionate, wanting you to know that he cares and has a place in his heart reserved just for you.

You smile, feeling warmth spread through your chest at the simple yet heartfelt words, looking at him with pure love in your eyes. There's something in the way Miguel looks at you that makes everything feel perfect, and you can't help but feel a sense of love for him. "Happy Valentine's Day, Miguel." you whisper, your voice full of affection. It's simple, but at this moment, it means everything.

His smile deepens, and you realize this is exactly where you're meant to be, together, sharing something real and special. No expectations, just the two of you, and for once, everything feels right.

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[zooophagous]

I can relate to your struggle, my mom got a GSD puppy a few years ago and had to give her back to the breeder after 6ish months because she started showing severe handler aggression and bruised some of my mom's bones. It was like the puppy went straight from normal puppy biting phase to "i'm going to use all of my strength to get what i want exactly when i want it", we couldn't even try to stop her from eating stinging nettle on a walk without her redirecting onto you and relentlessly attacking you the entire walk back. After helping my mom deal with that ordeal I decided I'm never getting a puppy lmao, I used to be a dog trainer too and that experience only reinforced my impatience for how little self control and thoughtfulness baby dogs have. I still love GSDs and they're my favorite breed but I only ever intend to rescue for the rest of my life. Puppies can just straight up suck balls sometimes, it's not necessarily your fault.

Honestly my experience in my work was that it seems like a lot of breeders have very little concern for how suitable their dogs are as housepets, especially in youth; they're mostly focused on things like working ability and such. Which wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing, but then they sell these dogs to people who only want a housepet and don't advertise themselves as wanting anything different, and it comes back to bite everyone in the ass, quite literally. I just don't understand why they would go through all the trouble of interviewing potential adoptees so thoroughly only to accept homes that won't and never will be suitable for a working line dog. Not to say that's what happened to you, it's just something I saw pretty frequently and it broke a lot of hearts.

In my breeder's defense, both of Tuunbaq's parents are completely normal house pets and while his sibling is a working animal she's more or less a normal house pet too. Maybe I could have prevented this if I focused more strongly on preventing resource guarding.

But thing is, I *did* train him against resource guarding... with humans. I can safely take anything from him. Other dogs can't. I think once he's matured a bit more he'll make a decent house pet but for someone else who either doesn't have other dogs or who is more used to managing resource guarding behaviors in their pack.

I know though that management can and does fail, and if something as simple as me forgetting to take the trash out can cause a mauling I'm not interested in it.

[cowboyidiot]

ok my thoughts on this aren't fully formed but to me it’s like yeah markhelly infidelity lol i love to joke but i think boiling it down to that doesn't really do the situation justice to me. mark didn’t want to sit with his own sadness so he quite literally created an entirely separate person who was born so he could both live a life without this crushing emotion and memory of his wife and turn himself off for 8 hours a day. 

and the thing is, it worked. yes, mark s experiences secondhand grief from his outie, but he doesn't remember gemma. that's not his wife. he already didn't want anything to happen to ms. casey, and he wants his outie to be happy, so he wants to help both of them once he finds out the truth, but he also feels something for helly that is entirely his own, not lumon's, and not his outie's. he was born to serve the agenda of both a company holding him hostage for labor, and an outie who is using him as means to an emotional end and he finally finds someone of his own. yes, of course there are similarities between him and outie mark but mark s doesn't have any memory of gemma and was quite literally created so mark could have a chance of escaping and moving on. he does. 

here's the thing though. outie mark reintegrated solely to see his wife. what a surprise it’s going to be for mark to have to live on with all the grief for gemma he was trying to hide from and suddenly be also drowning in grief from another life, another love, another betrayal. 

he has no idea mark s is reeling from helena's betrayal, not recognizing helly was missing, irving's death due to his blinding first love, and the anger helly is sure to direct at him for a situation he also feels horribly about. milchick even told him his innie found love! mark still viewed reintegration as his decision to make on a whim, not considering his innie's life and experience as something to seriously consider in his decision even though he was fully ready to leave mark s with "who is alive" burned on his eyelids and let him figure out how to get the answer to the outside with no help. the innies lives and emotions are inherently considered inferior. 

what happens, then, when suddenly the love that was a direct repercussion of his severance feels just as real as the grief he still hasn't managed to escape? i wouldn't categorize his relationship with helly/helena as infedelity, not only because reintegration seems to be a slow process mark s is only just starting to experience when he and helena have sex, but because mark s is not and was never married to gemma. his experience doesn't deserve to be relegated as purely an affair because his outie's emotional and personal life is validated and his is not. that isn't his wife. mark got exactly what he wanted from severing, he forgot gemma, and now he has to live with the consequence of emotional contradiction. 

this also paralells irving and helena's experience with their own innies, both of whom went into lumon with a specific agenda that blew up in their face (again, because they did not and do not consider their innies as fundamentally autonomous). the things outies believe are intrinsic to their personhood and lived experience, in mark's case his overwhelming devotion and love for his wife, are all turned on their head because this show is inherently about exploring the contradictions within personal identity and how those might manifest physically if these contradictions were housed in a single person's body.

you can't both create and destroy different choices, different versions of yourself, because you wish things were different and experience no consequences. the consequences are in direct response to his wish to forget gemma. in the end, it really is a double edged sword to reintegrate because mark is about to understand that every single thing he wanted out of severing he got, and he can’t turn his brain off again to avoid it. he wanted to forget gemma, and he did. he wanted to be happy and move on, even if it was as a different version of himself, and he did. he wants to see his wife? well now he has two of them. 

[charmwasjess]

for our good friend dooku, 16, 21&22, and 6 if you have more to say about it. 🙏🙇‍♂️

OH YOU JUST COME INTO MY ASK BOX AND MAKE MY DAY?!! :D Beloved anon, these are SUCH fun questions and I absolutely had a blast answering them. Thank you so much! Stop by anytime and I’ll make you a cup of coffee! (I have tea too, but my taste in tea is real gross.)

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

Ohh, this is a hard one! 

The thing is, while I have my favorites, I find Dooku soo very shippable with a vast number of characters - not because he has any healthy understanding of his own sexual and emotional needs anymore than he has a healthy relationship with food - but because especially in his Sith era, he’s a black hole of need and loneliness. Sex is like the one way Sith are allowed to access the intimacy that fifty years of Jedi communal life has trained him to want and need. 

The ship for him that I absolutely love-hate in that vein is Sidious/Dooku. I doubt it went much further than a few absolutely debased encounters because let’s be honest, Sidious can do much better and isn’t in the habit of letting his dog eat from his plate, but whoof, what a fun, fucked up ship with nasty power dynamics. “Oh nooo, oh no, awful….where’s the link?” energy.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

I love giving Dooku big, often violent, over the top moments where his natural appetite for chaos comes out. 

Dooku gives you these amazing options as a fanfic writer. He’s so high drama. A huge part of his reserve and composure is that there’s an absolute volcano of feeling bubbling under the crust.

The things he says are absurd and beautiful, poetic and horrific, hilarious and awkward. You can push the character further than you expect, and he’ll go with you in surprising places in a piece of writing if you let him show off. This is a character who loves attention and has the natural talent and chaos to back up his own bullshit. If you can get his sound and feel right, there’s almost nothing you can’t do with him - because a core part of Dooku is the unreliable narrator: even he doesn’t always know what he’s about to do. 

I think the hardest part is his “voice” because Christopher Lee had such a distinctive cadence - it’s not just a British accent, it’s early 20th century British, who grew up bilingual and went on to speak like literally 7 different languages fluently, with a supremely deep voice, who wanted to sing opera but only got half-trained before WWII ruined that dream for him. It’s a very unique sound.

I like “my” Dooku voice in my fics and I’m proud of it; I work really hard on it and it’s why I use him as a POV character most often. But I still look at my own fics and have those record needle scratch moments where I know a line of his needs to get reworked. It’s a constant process.

The Christopher Lee accent also could not be MORE different than my own rural American one. There’s a hilarious-awful story in Lee’s autobiography, Lord of Misrule, about him getting stopped by a patrol of Americans in WWII who absolutely do not believe he’s English and they start trying to speak German to him. He goes, “you don’t have to speak German, you know, I’m fairly capable of understanding English, since that’s what I am.” 

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

I love it when fics do a realistic job of letting Dooku be the walking contradiction he is. Two of my favorite Dooku fics right now are Pray My Mind Be Good to Me and Galaxies Far Far Away May Be Closer Than They Appear - both feature Dooku written in this way. He has done or is going to do horrific shit - shit that cannot be changed and has real consequences. In both fics, he’s also portrayed vividly, a "real person," full of genuine emotion, vulnerability, and deep investment in the other characters. Love is a part of his betrayal and betrayal is a part of his love. These two things exist in the character simultaneously in queasy, gorgeous combination. 

As far as what I don’t like, I don’t know, I think Dooku is a tremendously intimidating character to write and I’m impressed by anyone who takes a crack at writing him! I’d encourage anyone to give it a shot. 

I have one really small weird pet peeve, and that’s giving him too much stuffy, uptight rich guy cliche. Dude was a mud-grubbing mission Jedi for 50 years, himself raised by a swamp troll, who went on to train two of the most chaotic Jedi. He’s eaten more bugs than Anakin, and I'll die on that hill.

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

I went pretty broad on my other answer, so I’ll tell you two lil' things!

I’m tall (ironically I’m about Sifo-Dyas’s canon height, a character whose legit tallness is often overlooked cause he’s standing next to Dooku–) and I pull a ton of my own experiences into how I write the way he moves or his little gestures, especially how small he can fold up when he’s feeling vulnerable. There’s a unique tall person awkwardness that comes from experiencing the adolescent growth spurt right at the time when it’s the most emotionally unbearable to be physically conspicuous. 

I didn’t realize I shared his exercise-away-the-strong-emotion thing until I was chatting with @bolithesenate about some fic or something, and said something offhand like “too upset about Sifo-Dyas, gotta go for a run” and she was like “uh, Jess? are you QUOTING your own Dooku characterization here?” :O Don't call me out like that, bro!! Do not perceive me!

[ghostgirl-22]

Art says to Tashi that he and Patrick usually have different types… what do you think their types are? Like what traits they are attracted to that are kind of opposites by also part of Tashi personality

This is such a good question!

Now I’m trying to think what they each like about her. They both clearly admire her tennis skills.

Hmm… I think about how they both idolize her at first. Patrick as this hot tennis prodigy he really wants to fuck. And Art thinks she’s a deity.

I think Patrick very quickly starts to perceive her less than perfect self and mistakenly believes they’re on the same level, I think he loves the challenge of her but doesn’t like confronting the reality that she’s even better than him. It attracts him and makes him insecure at the same time and triggers his self destructive side.

I don’t think Art ever stops worshipping her. Even when they’re married with a child and he’s undermining her and self sabotaging because he doesn’t feel like he’s good enough or like she could ever want someone like him (even though they’re married).

But different types…

Art wants a good girl he can bring home to family, a beautiful girl who he perceives as flawless. Someone he can project onto. A Disney princess type known for being the most beautiful like Snow White, or sleeping beauty. I see the take that he pretends to be humble but secretly loves the attention and I agree. He has to thrive in that attention if he’s succeeding at tennis at that level. So I think he likes the trophy girl to show her off too so everyone says “wow look who he’s with!” Even better if she’s popular, confident and smart. If she has a strong personality like Tashi or Patrick he will be attracted to that as well but in the sense that he’d like to be molded into something similar.

Patrick would be all over the place. Good girls/boys and bad girls/boys. He’s interested in looks of course but he seems like the kinda guy to whisper something inappropriate in your ear in front of people just to see you squirm. He wants the good girl but only to push her buttons and corrupt her. He would appreciate someone who matches his freak too. Someone daring. Disney Princesses like Mulan or Jasmine. He would bring a bad girl home (or a boy), just for the entertainment of it. He likes to get a rise out of people… sometimes to his and everyone’s detriment. I think he might feel threatened if they’re better than he is at something he cares about but other than that he’d love a smart, funny confident girl who challenges him.

Finally I think Art would want Patrick to find the person he’s dating attractive. Not to date her but Patrick would have to be impressed that Art is with her, envious even. Like even if Art thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world if Patrick wasn’t impressed it would fall apart. And if Patrick started to go after a girl Art didn’t find attractive he might start thinking about her as attractive.

Idk these are just my ramblings 🤷🏿‍♀️ what do yall think?