#communicate with your partner(s) yall

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i respect everyones choices in what they ship and what they dont ship (unless its ethically wrong) BUT i dont understand how people can just hate polyamorous ships..

what do you mean you ship person A x person B AND A x C AND B x C but you DONT ship A x B x C ???

"i just dont think realistically a polycule would last.." do you only ship things with the notion that theyll last forever ? what about relationships which shape each other and their views on love for the rest of their lives ?? relationships where theyre each others first heartbreak despite mutually deciding that it would be best for them to separate ??? where they set the standard for their future lovers ???? and they can have platonic love that lasts forever without creating an unhealthy ex lovers dynamic that messes up their future relationships ?????

but also, of course a polycule CAN last, especially if every pair involved works really well.. OPEN UR MINDS..

[rainbowgod666]

The first one has to be an extra

Make sure your partner loves you for what you are.

"I'd fuck you so hard"

Yeah, that's neat.

"I'd build legos with you"

MARRY ME

[upmost-rylan]

S/O DATING THE CREEPYPASTAS *✧⁺˚⁺ପ(๑・ω・)੭ु⁾⁾

Author's note:

This was just supposed to be a #Rylan Rambles but u h I may have gone too far. So THIS IS MESSY SINCE I'VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE. so please don't expect anything good, I am good at art not story things.

T.w.:

for Eyeless Jack's part is cannibalism ofc

Jeff the killer

Jeff's type is very motherly like he loves a partner who's sweet but will basically drag him by the ear and lecture him for being a bitch. he is loving and sweet in his own way BUT you do have to have thick skin. at least for a while. he'll be throwing every insult in the book at you trying to get you away from him. he is scared of being vulnerable. So as he figures out his emotions it'll definitely be rough for a while and if you play into the "bit" and insulting him back, HE'D BE BLUSHING thinking you know how he feels. Be prepared since that'll be you two's love language! But for anyone who wants a relationship with this man there will definitely be some obstacles with him not being able to properly communicate his emotions in a healthy manner, his anger issues, the fact that this is probably his first ever relationship so it'll be rocky no matter what you do. But when you get over those obstacles and you are still there holding his hand with a smile you'll have a boyfriend FOR LIFE. Also become a sweetheart for those who love the idea of Jeff being soft to his partner.

Eyeless jack

His type to me personally is someone who treats him like he is a normal human being. That's it that's the one thing that'll make him fall head over heels in LOVE with you. But bonus points if you like to crack jokes and puns those ALWAYS make him laugh! He is a simple demon. However, THIS relationship is very much a MESS for at least the first half of it, you're in a relationship with a giant fluffy demon who eats human flesh did you expect it to be normal? This relationship is definitely a game of tug of war of him wanting to basically make you his dinner and wanting to keep you around because he loves you. You'd have to walk a really thin line to make sure this demon doesn't take one of your kidneys. But after a LONG while he'd start to actually act normal for the MOST part. Listen, I love to imagine this guy to be VERY creaturely. you know this if you have seen my design of him after a one or two years of being around you and not eating you; he leave a corpse (whether it's human or animal up to you) at your door like it's some gift from one giant cat.

Tim Wright/Masky

Tim/Masky's type is very "wife"-like if that makes sense (I headcanon him to be Bi-romantic Ace-spec so gender doesn't matter) like Tim to me loves the idea of having the white picit fence dream! it lets him feel like he's normal even for abit. Loves the idea of coming home from work to hug his partner from behind as he watches them cook dinner. Very domestic very demure. To most he's a pretty rough guy considering Masky but to me he's definitely a softy. compliment him and he'll be putty in your hands. 10/10 would 10000% smooch. But you two definitely sometimes have some trouble especially when Masky takes over. With that one YOU WILL N O T be able to sleep. every time you try to sleep be prepared to be shaken awake because masky finds it funny to startle you awake.

Brian Thomas/Hoodie

Listen we had Tim now we gotta do Brian, THEY ARE TWO PEAS IN A BOD YALL👏. His type to me personally is just a funny good vibes person, who loves being on the go and not in one place for too long. Now, this relationship is basically MADE OUT OF POSITIVE VIBES. Brian to me is definitely the type to praise his partner AT ALL HOURS OF THE DAY he is a absolute sweetheart. You'd also definitely love him if you like nature walks and hikes. You definitely had to be the first to confess though because if you didn't this situation would definitely be just mutual pining. Also definitely the type to always be following behind his partner since I like to think bro is a TALL man, he wants you to see whats Infront of you and not block the way. His nickname for his partner something nature relationship "duckling" "lil mushroom" "sunshine" or something similar!

[mariii1]

♡YOUR NEXT HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP♡

(These piles are hella long, a lot came thru, this is open to everyone including ace/aro peeps 🤗 got this idea from FairySagMother on yt <3)

☆ Piles start from top left with pile 1 ☆

YALL messages came throughh, I made a good choice buying this new oracle deck. ALSO the theme card of this reading is the waterfall card because it was in FIVE of the six piles 😭. The oracke deck is Herbiary by Maia Toll if you wanna buy it 😜. I definitely won't be super active in the next 6 months tbh because I'm incredibly stressed out and a lot is happening especially with my physical health, just a heads up...ALSO THANK YOU FOR 777 FOLLOWERS 😘 FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸

1. If you felt like people in the past were very selfish in relationships including your parents, this person is the opposite. They don't have you around just cause they want your attention, they genuinely care about your feelings and interests. You'll actually be able to connect with this person without feeling like things need to be transactional. If you feel you struggle with this concept especially if you have a low self esteem, working it out will bring this relationship in much faster. There's also no rush, no lovebombing and then ghosting, or trying to get you to commit quickly. This person seems very reassured within themselves and they expect you to not abruptly ghost/leave them without communicating why. I'm listening to Sociopathic Dance Queen and Feel Complete (by Pink Panthress); this person is the opposite of the antagonists in these songs. I hate being really woo woo but everything will happen as it should within this relationship. Your lives might be a mess but this relationship might be the only stable/secure thing when you get into it. I'm mostly getting romantic vibes but this could be platonic as well, although it will most likely start as a friendship and progress.

2. The cards were flying out so you either have a lot happening in your life rn and I'm getting for most of you, several healthy relationships will come in at the same time. If you're monogamous, you'll have several healthy options to choose from; if not, get ready to be to busy. You'll at least have a really good friend. I'm getting that with all of these people you are able to be vulnerable and specifically you're able to share interests especially if they're niche. Many or most of these relationships will last for a long time even if you do walk away from them at some point. If you're spiritual or religious your either going to meet someone who challenges your religious beliefs, particularly those that are restrictive or oppressive. They are not an atheist, they could actually be in the same religion as you but the are more self-assured and self-sufficient. If you're someone who often relies on the universe or a higher power to do things for you or to make them come your way, this person is going to force you out of that mindset. I'm specifically getting this will happen because you don't want to lose them and you'll see this mindset isn't actually working for you. They let you know it's ok to chase sometimes, especially when it comes to your own personal goals. This is specifically coming from that longterm friend I was getting at the beginning. I'm not really getting romance still, so love might be on the backburner for awhile.

3. I'm strongly getting this is a healthy s€xua1 relationship. It's not even a situationship tbh; you could be learning from a dominatrix or shibari master or maybe you pay to have that experience one day. I'm getting this might sound outlandish for some of you but a few of you are from pile 2 and this might come randomly or you might decide to do it on a whim. This person is very attractive and they take their job or interest seriously. They genuinely want you to feel comfortable and enjoy yourself. Especially if you are a s£x worker, this is someone you go out of your way to see orrr it's a new romantic partner. The emphasis may still be on s€x especially if you do OF, they'll probably help out, but they actually still have a personality and you can get along with them. I'm specifically getting a femme woman, or someone just who's afab but not super masculine. They are very sweet and attentive during play and have good aftercare. If this person does something you don't like, they'll listen to you without complaint. Even if this is a man, they are genuinely experienced and not weirdly misogynistic or abusive in any way. Boundaries are realllyy important to this person. They're just really good at creating a safe space.

4. Money, Money, Money by ABBA came up; this person will most definitely take care of you financially even if they are just a friend. I'm actually getting for some you, your get to get someone from a species that almost extinct: a man who treats you and is perfectly fine with just being friends NO S£X OR NUN in return🤯 this might make you attracted romantically to this person but I'm getting they could actually be married (they could be gay or queer in some way too) or they're just not interested in your romantically/sexually and just want to be besties. If you have anyyy health issues including paying medical bills they will help you out without a second thought. Some of you might unfortunately be in a situation where you get very hurt, like a car accident or sum, and this person is the first to visit you. They view as someone self-sufficient and extremely independent so they never get scared that you'll start to rely on them or leech off of them. Both of your goals and morals align especially if you have alternative politics (not conservative but extreme left, marxism, socialism, anarchism, etc.) and you'll be able to talk and debate without feeling like your friendship will fall apart. If this is someone that is romantically attracted to your gender, I really don't think they'll entertain the idea of dating you and even dating in general until much later in your friendship.

5. Right off the bat your most probably going tobget married if not, you'll be roommates for a very long time. This could honestly be a QPP for few of you, the rest I'll think you'll have a family with this person if you're interested. Even if you know for sure you don't want to get married, you will treat this person as if they are your spouse. You might've felt drained at the idea of a family or maybe yours and other ppl's was very chaotic to be in, but you'll genuinely feel like you can do it with this person without it being a risk for getting retraumatized. You might travel a lot with this person or live in a very nature filled area. I'm not getting much so I guess you don't really need to know more and I'm really getting this will be a surprise anyway, even at each stage of the relationship, you never expected to feel so emotionally secure with someone else constantly on your mind.

6. You might be connected to pile 4 or drawn to it. This is someone very new, as in you've never met anyone like them before. They either have a very unique appearance they put effort in or they really surpsie you with how deep they're personality and thoughts are. I'm getting for a lot of you, you might think this person is probably just annoying middle-aged person (😭) specifically man but then your talk and you're like woahh I was not expecting that. Their voice might not fit they're appearance either; they could have an extremely deep voice but be average height in whichever country they're from or their voices are quite animated even though their appearance might make them look gloomly or uninteresting (damn you guys are flaming this person during your first impression of them 😭😭) They point out a lot of things you don't notice or just know random facts that are helpful. They could even be a polyglot and travel a lot. However, this person is very stable in they're life, they feel ok at they're job or have a very specific idea of what they want to do with their career. If you end up working together, they are much more helpful than you anticipated. I'm getting for a lot you they aren't nice or super polite but they are very kind and generous. Like they don't smile much but ask them a question and you'll get a succinct answer. (Ughh this is my type 😩) They're very real and I love people like this cause they are genuine in wanting to help you and you don't have to constantly decipher they're words especially in a corporate context. There will definitely be an age gap and possible height gap. They could be almost 10 yrs older than you but you somehow have a lot in common although they are definitely not immature. I don't think they dated a lot or they had one really long relationship that they got out of when they met you.

[poraphia]

Maybe the soap opera drama has a tight grip on my braincells BUT

imagine siren with a love interest who keeps. Getting. Into. Bad. Relationships.

not BAD bad relationships, just— people that are kind of pricks. One guy accidentally leaves the door open and their cats escape (and he doesn’t give a single fuck, just keeps watching tv and when the reader comes home from work he’s like “oh yeah ur cats escaped a few hours ago”), another never shows up on dates, one is just an arrogant prick, the other is boring as hell and has nothing in common with the reader——

Just

that must STING for siren. Like—— he’s right there????? He’d never think that he would be ENTITLED to a relationship with the reader, NEVER— but why can’t he be your type??

10/10 angst for him id say

he can’t even convince himself that he would be BETTER for the reader because he’s a villain

idk

"i found your cat, not him."

➵ PAIRING! clinic!siren!wilbur x civilian!taken!reader

➵ CREATING! 12.17.23 | 3631 words

➵ CONTAINING! jealous wilbur, reader has a cat, reader has a bf, jester talking some sense into siren, heartbroken wilbur

➵ SAYING! this took some days to work on but look! it’s finally done! i had a lot of ups and downs and probably switched up the plot a couple times but here it is :D thank uuu @listenheresweaty for suggesting this honestly i was thinking about writing this the moment u suggested it and now i have free time so yippie. hope yall enjoy :D

My masterlist :)

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(y/n) had a reputation to have a terrible taste in partners. Whether it be a girlfriend that refused to take them on a date and made (y/n) plan all of the dates out, or the boyfriend they had now, who “accidentally” left the door open, letting their cat escape. Wilbur watched from the window as the desperate (y/n) approached any passerby, showing a picture of their feline, just to have any sort of direction as to where it might be.

Wilbur wasn’t a hero of any sorts. The clothes on his back were purchased with money robbed from the bank down the street, and the laptop he was using to do his work on was stolen from some tech store in the mall. And don’t even get him started on his body count that could fill a graveyard. His powers were venom dripping from his tongue, and he was nothing but a snake.

So what made Wil get up from his seat to tap the shoulder of a helpless (y/n)?

Maybe because this person was an interest of Wil’s for quite some time now. From seeing them inside the coffee shop from time to time, to even catching the glimpse of the back of their head as they boarded the bus— It was like this person was meant to be in Wil’s life. Though he just never had the excuse to go up to them. So instead, for weeks now, he has been admiring this person from afar, seeking for some type of opportunity to spark up a conversation.

“Hey.. Are you alright?” He asked. (y/n) turned around, a little out of breath from quickly speaking to anyone who approached them.

“Y-Yeah— no! No..” She sighed, breathlessly. They slumped against a nearby wall, almost defeated. “I— I lost my cat. She’s this sweet white ragdoll with a pink collar and big black eyes. My boyfriend left the door open and she just snuck right out! He said the cat’s been gone for a while now and he didn’t even bother helping.” They trailed off. “I know she’s here somewhere.. I don’t know..” They buried their face into their hands, frustrated with themself.

Wilbur looked at them with a tilted head and puffed up cheeks. Despite this being a stranger, he couldn’t help but feel a panging guilt in his chest. “Hey,” He placed a hand on their shoulder. “I think I might be able to find her.”

“..You think so?” They responded in a meek voice.

“I’m sure..” He replied in a gentle tone. “I usually work like really late in the city. Maybe I could find her on my way home? Just give me some form of communication and a picture and I’m sure I can find her.” He smiled reassuringly. (y/n)’s head perked up, and suddenly their face was beaming with hope. It was a look Wilbur wished he could screenshot with his eyes and keep it in his mind gallery.

“Thank you! You don’t know how much this means to me.” They gleamed. “Hold on— Let me give you my phone number. What was your name again?”

Something about this question made Wil freeze up a little. This complete stranger, telling him that he’s a good person, is also asking for his name? I mean, it’s not like its the first time someone asked his name. But being asked in such a kind and polite way, it almost took him back to when he first met Phil.

He shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts.

“Wilbur,” He finally said. “Call me Wil.”

After exchanging contact information they parted their separate ways. Wil decided to pack up his stuff and head back home. He took the train to his neighborhood and spent the whole ride staring at this picture of (y/n) with their cat he learned was named “Anvil.”

The picture was a selfie taken by (y/n) with Anvil pressing her fluffy face against her owner’s soft skin. It was a cute sentiment captured by their phone camera, and Wilbur knew it was a treasured picture of theirs. He took the time to admire the cat’s features. It had a mess of white fur, and would definitely stick out like a sore thumb in the midnight dark. The train came to a halt as it had arrived to Wil’s destination. It didn’t take but a fifteen minute to arrive home.

Wilbur inserted the keys into the doorknob before pushing the door open. He kicked the door behind him closed as he placed his coat and shoes by the shoe cabinet and dresser.

“Hey, Wil,” Phil called from the kitchen.

“Hey, dad.” He shouted back. Wil threw his bag onto the couch before sliding against the sleek wooden floor to the entrance of the kitchen. Phil’s wings were loosely hanging behind him as the man stir fried some ingredients into a wok. “What’s for dinner?” Wil asked.

“Oh, just some fried rice.” Phil shrugged. “Whatcha do today? Hang out at the cafe?”

“Ah, yeah, pretty much.” Wil said, leaning against the fridge. “I, uh, met someone today.”

“Oh?” Phil said, raising an eyebrow. “Someone, you say?”

“What— Hey! It’s not like that..” Wil rolled his eyes while crossing his arms. However that wasn’t enough to convince Phil.

“Well if you say so.” Phil smirked. “So, what happened?”

Wil turned around and grabbed a glass from the cabinet before pouring himself a glass of ice cold water. He took a sip before speaking. “Well, there was this person and— I’m not quite sure what it was about them but.. They had lost their cat, and I felt really bad, so I offered to help them. They sounded so kind and stuff, but like— Apparently their cat ran away because their stupid boyfriend decided to leave the door open?! And he didn’t ever bother to help—!” Wil took a deep breath before bringing the glass back to his lips.

“—Oi, what are you bitching about?” As if on queue, Tommy emerged from the stairs. His hair was a ruffled his mess and he stumbled a little as he walked as if he had just woken up.

“Oh, Wil is just upset about someone he just met losing their cat—” Phil tried to explain, but Wil was quick to butt in.

“They didn’t lose their cat! It was their damn boyfriend!” He corrected. “Like, for hours he even knew the cat escaped and he just let it happen?!”

“Uh oh, looks like big Wil over here is catching feelings!” Tommy snickered as he wrapped an arm around Wil’s neck.

“Ugh, stop—” Wil pushed him away, but Tommy was persistent with his teasing.

“Little Wilbur has a crushy wushy and will find that cat and propose to them OoOoOo!” Tommy chirped.

“—Dad! Tommy’s being a bitch!” Wil cried as he struggled to escape Tommy’s grasp. After enough pushing, Wil was able to shove Tommy away before forcing Tommy into a headlock.

“Hey! Agh— Get off me you big bastard!” Tommy exclaimed. But Wilbur stood firm as he restricted Tom’s limbs by embracing him tightly.

“Both of you stop playing in the kitchen! Now, go get Techno because the food is ready.” Phil ordered, sternly.

Reluctantly, Wil released his grip from Tommy. Tom rubbed his arms and gave a big side-eye look to Wil.

“Bitch.” Tom muttered.

“Tommy! Go!” Phil ordered again, leaving Wilbur a snickering mess as Tom did his walk of shame toward the steps.

After dinner with the Soots (and some convincing to the family that Wilbur was not in love with this stranger he had just met), Wil dressed in his disguise and entered the night as Siren, a profound villain known in L’manburg city. His first task at hand was to find Anvil in Eastside.

He sauntered through the night with his hands in his pockets and his eyes lurking the streets. The night was cold and quiet with only the hum of the streetlights occupying his ears. But his only goal was to listen to the sweet meow of a cat lost and frigid. Every alleyway he came across he made sure to go through it thoroughly, making sure that the cat wasn’t stuck in a garbage can or in a cardboard box.

“Fuck, where is this cat..?” Siren muttered under his breath. He began whistling, making any noise imaginable to summon the feline. To no avail, no cats came running his way. Instead, a rather confused Jester jumped down from a building and right in front of Siren.

“What.. Are you doing?” Jester asked. Though he was wearing his mask, Siren could already tell he was furrowing his eyebrows.

Siren scoffed before continuing to walk. “I’m looking for a cat.” He replied. “But I can’t find her anywhere. I’m supposed to get her before the morning so I can return it to its owner.”

Jester followed behind him, his hands behind his back. “And this is important because..?”

“I-It’s important to me!” Siren retaliated, but if anything, it made him seen more desperate.

Jester sighed before shaking his head. “Don’t tell me you’re doing this just to impress someone.”

“I-I don’t know man.” Siren finally admitted, though he continued looking left and right in an attempt to find (y/n)’s cat.

“Siren, you know we can’t be doing this— y’know, trying to date and all of that. We’re villains. What do we do if they find out, and the whole syndicate is reported? Plus, you know how we are. We’re ‘evil.’” Jester made sure to put the last word into air quotes. “At least to society we are. We have to face the truth—”

Though Jester’s words were going one ear and out the other, some of them still stuck in Siren’s head. Sure, this wasn’t the first time Siren wanted to form a close bond with someone outside of the syndicate— I mean look at Tommy. He adjusted comfortably. But I guess this time it was different. This was a complete stranger that he met as a civilian, and now he was out as Siren looking for their cat! The more Siren thought about, the more he felt foolish.

Suddenly, a loud meow could be heard from an alleyway just to the left of Siren. Jester ceased his talking and looked at Siren, who was staring at Jester right back.

“Is that the—”

“Shhh..” Siren brought his finger to his lips to quiet down Jester. Slowly, Siren approached the alleyway with Jester steadily following behind him. Lo and behold was Anvil, perched on top of a cardboard box that sat right on top of a garbage can.

“How’re you going to get it?” Jester whispered.

“Just watch.” Siren cleared his throat. He picked up a spare cardboard box that was lying around and held it up near ground level for the cat to easily jump into. “Anvil, come and sit in this box.”

A moment of silence passes between the three of them as the cat laid comfortably in her seat, not planning to move anytime soon.

“Uh, was that supposed to do something?” Jester asked sarcastically. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

“What the.. Anvil, come here now!” I demanded once again. As if taunting me, the cat simply licked her paws in response. Jester couldn’t help but to burst out laughing.

“Are you telling me your powers don’t work on cats?!” Jester gasped between laughs. “That’s fucking hilarious! Hopefully the Heroes won't find out about this one!”

“Shut up, dude!” Siren fussed at him. It took a bit for Jester to settle down his laughter with hands up out of protest.

“Sorry, sorry.. I just think it’s way too fucking funny.”

“Help me get this fucking cat, dude!” Siren exclaimed, clearly annoyed now. Siren turned around, now facing the cat again. He decided to kneel down to ground level with the box now on the floor.

Siren whistled to grab the feline’s attention. “C’mere, Anvil! Come here, buddy!” But the cat simply ignored the masked man.

“Hm, do you have a picture of the owner?” Jester asked.

“Oh, uh, yeah—” Siren took out his phone and tapped on a few things before pulling up the picture of (y/n) and Anvil. Siren looked at it one last time before showing the screen to Jester. He studied the face carefully, even grabbing the phone himself for him to examine.

Then with a simple head shake, Jester transformed his face into (y/n). It was an uncomfortable sight seeing their head on Jester’s body, but it definitely sparked the interest of Anvil.

“Come here, Anvil, come here!” Jester exclaimed as knelt down. Even his voice was near identical to (y/n). Obediently, the cat hopped off of the garbage can and into the arms of Jester, purring gingerly as she snuggled into his chest. I gave Jester an amused look as he smirked smugly.

“So, am I getting paid for this?” Jester asked as he carefully placed the feline into the box.

“To be fair, you volunteered to help. I didn’t ask.” Siren replied.

“Touche.”

Siren and Jester walked together until they were able to change into civilian clothes to avoid any conflict. It was important for Jester to maintain the face of (y/n) to keep the cat as calm as possible. Despite Siren knowing that it was just his friend and business associate under that form, he couldn’t help but stare at the face of (y/n). How their hair flowed as they walked and how their eyes glowed even under the moonlight. It felt too enchanting to even be real.

“Hey, you good bro?” Jester’s voice was the only thing to throw Siren out of his delusions.

“Yeah— yeah I’m fine.” Siren muttered, looking away. Jester rolled his eyes before sighing.

“Dude, what did I just say about getting attached to anyone?” Jester lectured once again.

“I— I know.” Siren replied defeatedly. “I know..”

“It’s dangerous for you, and whoever this—” Jester pointed as his own face. “—person you’re so infatuated with. It would be dangerous for not only you, but for them too. Imagine how much trouble they would be in knowing that they’re in relations with a supervillain.”

“I know, Jester!” Siren cried. The both of them stopped in their tracks. Even the cat laid still in it’s box. The midnight crickets filled the empty air between the two villains. “I get it— it’s too dangerous for me. It’s too dangerous for them. I’m evil. I’m going to put them in danger— I just— ugh!” Siren tilted his head back in frustration.

As he bit the inside of his cheek to hold back any bitter words he had the urge to say, Jester stood there and stared at him. It hurt even more seeing the person of interest saying these words to him. Jester quickly transformed back into his regular mask and placed a hand on Siren’s shoulder.

“Look man, I’m sorry..” Jester apologized. “I’m just worried about you, alright? Don’t want anything happening to you, especially what went down this past year.” Siren tilted his head back to look at him, and though his eyes were shielded, he could tell they were full of sincerity and reassurance.

“Yeah..” Siren voiced. “I guess I’m just tired. I don’t know. Let’s hurry home soon.”

“Alright.” Jester agreed.

The two were able to change out of their villain disguises in an abandoned warehouse without anyone noticing them. They then made their separate ways, leaving Wilbur and the cat in careful silence on walk home. Once Wil made it to the front door, he was careful in making up the steps to his room where he would keep the cat. Thankfully, he didn’t have to worry about disturbing anyone’s sleep considering that Phil and Techno were at a meeting and Tom could be quite the heavy sleeper.

Wil shut his bedroom door behind him and placed the cardboard box next to his closet. Though the cat was sound asleep now, he made sure to tuck in the feline with any spare blankets he had lying around before changing into his sleepwear and laying down in bed.

Wil pulled out his phone and texted (y/n).

Wilbur Hey, able to meet me at the cafe sometime tomorrow morning? I have you cat :)

Surprisingly, they responded.

(y/n) OMG really?! Thank you so much! I’ll see you tomorrow x

‘x’? Don’t those usually mean kisses? They probably just meant it in a friendly way. Or maybe they’re showing an interest in Wilbur? Nah, that can’t be possible. But what if? What if they’re interested in Wilbur?

Regardless of what (y/n) intended when they signed off with that little letter, Wilbur only slept a mere two hours.

The next day, Wil was ecstatic despite his lack of sleep. It was as if in a blink of eye he was in bed, but then the next moment he was scarfing down his breakfast and bolting out the door with Anvil’s box in his arms.

After all this time, he finally was able to do some sort of action to get (y/n)’s attention. To finally place himself in their field of view, and maybe, just maybe, they would have some sort of interest toward him. The thought made Wilbur’s heart flutter, making him feel like his body lifted which each step he took.

Wil had finally made it to the cafe, and right on time for that matter too. The building was just up-ahead. Wilbur took a deep breath, his chest pounding from adrenaline, anxiousness, and maybe a bit of excitement sprinkled in there as well. He looked down at the cat, who was previously buried in a sheet. She was now looking up at the man with big beady eyes staring right back at him. The charm to her collar clinked as it waved side to side.

“Okay, Anvil, I’m gonna return you to your owner now, alright? I-I’m sure she’s missing you.” Though he was just simply talking to a cat, this was (y/n)’s cat. And he was returning (y/n)’s cat! He was! Not some other kind stranger, not her family, not even her dirtbag boyfriend. It was Wilbur who would be returning this cat. Without him, Anvil wouldn’t be safe and sound in someone capable to protect a feline from the treacherous night.

With a proud smile, Wil approached the cafe with confidence radiating off his strides.

This was it, he thought.

This was it.

But was it?

He looked in the window to locate (y/n), but instead he found a sight more displeasing. the sight made his heart drop and his knees weak, but it took all his strength and awareness that he was holding a cat to keep himself steady. (y/n) was huddled up next to what seemed to be their incompetent boyfriend. Their head leaned against his shoulder, but the boyfriend did not return the affection. Instead he sat with his hands both placed on his phone, seemingly playing some idle shooting game to occupy his absent mind.

It took (y/n) noticing that Wil was at the window for Wilbur to break out of his mind. Their face beamed at the sight of their cat, and immediately they got up and rushed out of the door to greet him and her feline.

“Anvil, sweetheart!” They exclaimed. The cat immediately perked her head to face her owner before jumping out of the box and into (y/n)’s arms. Wil smiled contently at the sight, however his brain felt all kinds of fuzzy. As if he wasn’t really there.

“Thank you so much! You don’t know how much this means to me. Thank you, Wil, seriously!” Something about (y/n) saying his name made him wince. It felt like a hug before a stab in the chest. Regardless, he pushed through.

“Yeah, of course. I told you I would get her as soon as possible.” Wilbur said.

“You’re an actual lifesaver! I’m sorry if she put you through any trouble. Can I buy you a coffee or?” (y/n) offered. Though the offer was tempting, he didn’t feel comfortable spending another second seeing him and them together. Especially at such a close proximity.

“I-I’m fine,” Wil quickly muttered. “I have to go somewhere in a bit. I’ll catch you later, yeah?”

“Of course! Thank you again, truly.” (y/n) smiled. He simply nodded before turning and walking away.

Though Wil could argue that the man (y/n) calls their boyfriend is a prick, it’s not like he would be any better. Just like Jester said. That man could sit on his ass all day, not care for their cat, not care for them, and yet, he would still be the better option between him and Wilbur.

Wilbur is evil.

Wilbur is a villain.

Wilbur has killed countless living people compared to that prick killing digital npcs for fun.

Though, the argument stapled in Wil’s mind.

Wil found (y/n)’s cat. Not him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

a / n ~ poor lil baby siren he just wants love :(( mayb ill do a part 2? i loved this concept ngl. notes of all kind are super duper appreciated :)) thank u for supporting my writing!

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both Worlds (Part 25)

Tw: Some harsh words from Yves, homewrecking allegations

short chapter guys

damn yall this was originally suppsoed to be a "yes" option, but beyond 21 voted yall voted for a 'no', guess u guys still simp heavily for Yves to sacrifice entertainment

but 2 be fair, the outcome is pretty similar to this

emjouy

Part 26

"Well done, (name)." He praised, not out of malice or sarcasm, but out of genuine proudness. Yves was happy that you've been engaging with your critical thinking, that is something Yves does not witness very regularly.

You felt a load taken off your shoulders, finally, you have done something right today. That has to quell some of his anger, right? You hope.

You sighed and asked him if there was anything you could do for him now.

"I would very much appreciate your company. Your first class will begin 25 minutes later, I would love to hear your voice until then." His sensual, caring demeanor is back. You are so glad to hear him purr again. You agreed much to his delight.

You looked at Evangeline as she stared at you expectantly. You shook your head, gesturing that Yves does not wish to talk to her.

However, Evangeline did the unthinkable and snatched your phone out of your hands. You gasped, trying to grab it back, but all she did was pull it away from you.

She pressed the Speaker button so that you could also hear the conversation between her and Yves.

"Hello, Sir Yves? Yes, this is Evangeline. First of all, I would like to say (name) is a wonderful friend! They are also very lucky to have you as their partner."

Yves did not reply. You gave up trying to take it back, you paced around while letting her deal with the mess she created.

"Secondly, I am thankful that you have allowed my father to work alongside you. You have treated us well and we are grateful for that."

"Are you finished?"

Her blue eyes widened in shock, taken aback by the unexpected animosity from Yves. She cleared her throat and said yes.

You heard him pouring something into his glass.

"I find it quite interesting that you chose to forcefully take the phone out of their hands. You chose to switch their speakerphone on without consulting me beforehand. What was your rationale behind them?" She stiffened up a bit but eventually composed herself enough to provide a coherent answer.

"Well, I have been noticing that you and (name) are going through a rough patch. So, I offered to be a mediator. I was trying to create an open environment with adequate space for communication between (name), you, and I."

You are not sure how to feel about Evangeline's formally chatty side. You know this will not end well, because she did not once say an apology.

"Evangeline. I have worked with your father for years. I fully expected him to have taught manners. At least, fundamental ones. But I was proven wrong today by your audacity." Her smile completely dropped off the face of Earth, now replaced with a neutral but somber look.

"Deepest apologies for my offenses, Sir Yves," she spoke with clarity.

"How dare you attempt to meddle in our relationship, manipulate (name) into thinking you're helping, but all you did was nothing except drive a wedge between us? How dare you invade our privacy and touch (name)'s personal items without their permission? I am exceedingly disappointed with you, Evangeline. You were taught better, I am in disbelief that you have decided to disgrace yourself like this. To disgrace your father's name." Your jaw drops to the ground as you hear Yves dish out his scoldings to Evangeline. She seems to take it like a champ, though.

"I am sorry, sir Yves. I don't know what has gotten over me." She replied to his devastating verbal blow.

"I do, Evangeline. You take pleasure in appearing as the savior to everyone. Your intentions were never to mend or strengthen my bonds with (name), it was completely self-serving." Her gaze was downcast as soon as he told her his thoughts.

"You are too undisciplined, too careless to consider the consequences of your behavior. All was done in favour of feeding your inflated ego. You're selfish." He spat.

"You're right. My apologies. I will do better." You looked at her, she smiled back at you as if she's having a friendly conversation about the weather instead.

"I wouldn't be surprised if the rumors surrounding your homewrecking tendencies have their merits." She gasped at his remark. You did too.

"Sir Yves, I... I don't think it's fair for you to--"

"Stay away from my (name)." He interrupted her, mid-defence.

"Dear, turn the speakerphone off. I would like to talk to you in private, please." Yves reverted his tone back to the honeyed version that makes you weak in the knees, in a good way.

You did as you were told and brought the phone back up to your ear.

"(name), I do not like Evangeline nor do I trust her." Your eyebrows shot up in shock, you don't get to hear him express his disdain for someone so directly. Not even Montgomery received such hatred from him. "I want you to reduce the time spent with her."

You were expecting him to tell you to cut her off entirely, seeing that he suspected you were cheating on him with Evangeline earlier.

"I allow you to remain acquaintances, solely because you still need a degree of social interaction each day to maintain your health. You don't have friends on campus other than Jones's daughter."

The last point reminded you how awkward you are.

"It's not good to isolate yourself, (name). Even if it is just for a few more days." He added. "I would prefer it if you could befriend other students. Perhaps even join a club. But in the meantime, if you cannot help it, go ahead and interact with her. Remember not to take the friendship too far."

You told him okay.

"You still have 20 minutes left, (name). Tell me about your dreams last night." You thought it was an odd prompt. But regardless, you looked up and started to retrieve patchy memories of what you witnessed in your slumber. You began giving him the gist of it, then slowly built up until the conclusion.

That was all you remembered. You don't know what else he wanted.

"That's fascinating, dear. What do you think it all means?" You hummed and spewed out your theories, no matter how strange, idiotic, or random it is, Yves enjoyed listening to it. He was recording everything down, noting that you managed to take his bait.

Eventually, you found that you couldn't stop blabbering from topic to topic. It felt nice to let out your true thoughts, even the most atrociously boring ones-- these are things that you refrained from telling Evangeline about because you think she's probably not interested. Yves is like your journal and you still to this day could not comprehend how his influence managed to make you bleat like a goat. Like you had no shame.

The thought of Evangeline completely slipped your mind. You walked away as a chatterbox, A bag of now cold fried chicken and waffles in one hand, a phone in another.

The blonde watched you slowly disappear into a building where your class would be. Her lips are pressed into a thin, fine line. She pulled her phone out of her tote bag and unlocked it, dialing a number that you might have seen before.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

My Unpopular Hobie Brown Opinions (& Headcanons) - [Part 1/??????]

Excuse me excuse me i got some shit to say that needs to be said cause this just what i be thinking when i be thinking too hard cause i be doing that sometimes (photo is of me when i be thinking cause i be doing that)

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First of all - Hobie doesn't have a smart phone.

Those little fake text yall be making? Where Hobie has a blue bubble? Nah bro not happening.

You think Hobie Brown is walking around with Siri in his pocket?? Siri who listens in on you and responds to the things you're saying while storing your info?

He isn't.

And he's not on twitter either so you can put those fake tweets in the basket too

He's not scrolling on the bird app giving Elon Musk revenue and engagement

Hobie seem like the type to walk in your house and start bad mouthing your Alexa. Be in your kitchen like 'Hey Google, kill yourself'

He has never opened or witnessed Tiktok and he never will

AT MOST he has a burner flip phone like a plug. And even then you have to pray he buys minutes. Voicemail? FULL.

Hobie is not a player.

He's from the 70's - the strongest time for HARDCORE second-wave feminism. Like bra-burning. Plus he's in the punk scene. He knows better than to say some slick shit or pull anything

BUT if ya'll make it clear it's casual and you catch feelings.. damn that sucks for you

Also, Hobie Brown doesn't get jealous. Lets stop the cap right now.

Mans doesn't even believe in private property and you think he'd feel comfortable being possessive over his partner

ESPECIALLY if they're a woman?

And secondly what insecurities does he even have to make him jealous? Can YOU , right now ,even imagine a man that would make Hobie Brown insecure/jealous?

I'll wait.

Realistically speaking, if you're not punk he's not into you most likely.

You don't have to listen to the music or 'dress the part' he doesn't care about that i mean like politically if you aren't in the movement good luck

Like if you turn down going to protests, or organizing,

or you don't wanna do community service with him he's not gonna feel it.

And he'd most likely be into people educated and into thinks like communism, socialism, anarchism, etc. If you can't hold a conversation about the immoralism behind being a landlord, then yeah there might be some awkward silences

Also can't believe I have to say this but ACAB and I mean that.

If you fuck with cops, Hobie doesn't fuck with you. Unless they're your family and even then they're on thin fucking ice.

Hobie has one-on-one interacts with fascists cops on the regular. The actively know who Spider-man is and target him.

Of course he's gonna hate them, or vent about them. The same way his one good experience with Gwen doesnt make him like the Society, having one good theoretical experience with a cop wouldn't make Hobie not hate cops.

In addition, Hobie has canonically killed people and is willing to kill again any day of the week if he has to. He stays ready.

He's done it with his guitar and he'll probably do it again in the future

And if you're with him you'd genuinely have to be comfortable and okay with that.

What are you gonna do? Defend a fascist? Exactly

So if he comes home with blood on him that isn't his, how you react is on you-

He's still gonna sleep good as hell at night

Hobie isn't very romantic. Like at all.

He's not buying you flowers - that's a sexist trope. He's not taking you to the movies because fuck the studio execs. He's not celebrating Valentine's Day because it's literally made up and he'll only celebrate anniversaries if you REALLY want to

He probably isn't chivalrous at all because he doesn't think to be - it's outplayed. So he's not opening doors and pulling out chairs or nothing

I feel like he's the type that if you got mad about it he'd be genuinely surprised because it just doesn't occur to him to be romantic

He'd be like 'why the fuck do you need roses?? i mean i love you i can knick you some if u want??'

He'd probably feel like all that is superficial as hell, and show his love in other ways

like stressing that you text him when you get home or always asking if you've eaten

he'd be like 'had any scran' or 'you've eaten right?' and if you havent hed immediately turn and go looking for the nearest food to give you (food insecurity does that to you)

Oh and he is not getting married not even a hippie wedding

cause Hobies not buying a ring (gold mining causes suffering anyway) and he's not proposing and if his partner proposed I feel like he'd be shocked in a slightly uncomfortable way

I could absolutely see him being poly. Like either being in a thruple, but most likely just having multiple seperate partners who also have partners

i can see Hobie being a baby daddy. Not in the bad way. In the good way. But not in the Peter B. way.

Not elaborating on that last part it just is what it is

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okay ill leave this here before it gets long also no proofreading oop - but tell me what you think id love to hear your thoughts! What you agree with or disagree with and why :) im chill and nice and not a twitter person i promise lol

but also, I said what I said <3

[sillyblues]

I loved the fanfic of Ronal x Tonowari and [name], it's so wonderful and incredible that it made me cry. I really loved the new part where [name] meets a Na'vi who loves her. I was thinking about how she met her beloved. I called him Ha'wnu because it means protect/shelter. I like to think that he had a personality similar to Tsireya when he was younger, and [name] was like Lo'ak, feeling lost and very insecure about herself, that's when she met Ha'wnu, the beautiful Metkayina, who was a respected young warrior. I imagined them getting very close while Ronal and Tonowari were together. They went to the same place where Tsireya said "I see you" to Lo'ak, my Eywa, I think Ha'wnu said "I see you [name]". Both [name] and Ha'wnu became great warriors, they became very respected. It's funny to think that when the Sully family came to ask for shelter, they found two Metkayina with lots of tattoos. And also Rotxo being [name]'s son, I see [name] and Ha'wnu talking to Rotxo after what he and his friends did to Lo'ak. I would love to see more [name] with her partner, and the arrival of the Sully family... I love your fanfic.

totw au pt.2

ੈ✩‧₊˚notes: YOOO!! omg i am so happy and glad you love my fic ughh tysm!!😭🫶🏼🫶🏼 also your Ha'wnu?? read and him are so cute together JKSGKSBDFJ

Aight so i never really expanded much on the alternate ending where you ended up with another because technically, it didn’t happen and i intentionally left some descriptions vague so you guys could fill it up with your imaginations on who your partner is and who your children are and im so happy that i got to see one of your visions to this ending!! If u got some more don’t be afraid to hit my inbox up anon or not bc id love to talk and share abt it all with yall!!

Okay so in this ending, i initially thought a gentle and soft mate like the reader, someone who is not a hunter and is by your side most of the time would be good for you and is great about communication and affirms you in all the best ways possible (the opposite of tonowari and ronal initially—). But now that i thought about it more i think a strong hunter, someone who would be Tonowari’s right hand man would suit reader more bc i am weak to gentle and soft reader x strong gruff man pairings yfm? Also its like a loop to the reader’s parents who are a teacher and the Olo’eyktan’s right hand man (maybe the previous olo’eyktan and tsahik loved your mother and had to watch their son suffer from the same pain as they did who knows)

When the sully family came to the Metkayina Clan, your family was assigned to teach them of the ways of your people alongside with the Tonowari’s family considering the one that asked for uturu is Jake Sully, the Toruk Makto. It was absolute hell for them yk because the love they had for you never went away and they were so close to you, skin almost touching, made you laugh a couple of times and sometimes, they like to think that you were mated to them. But that’s all they can do because at the end of the day, you aren’t theirs and they are not yours.

Your mate and Tonowari are quite close so they were fine with teaching Jake with the Tsurak. You and Ronal however… I means, Neytiri disliked Ronal for the harsh words thrown at her family. She doesn’t explicitly shows it but you could tell. You were more kind and understanding of their situation, their discomfort, despite not knowing full of the context why but you didn’t pry. You didn’t force her to tame a Tsurak when she didn’t want to and Neytiri was grateful for you that. When it came to knowing the ways of your people, Neytiri was more silent with Ronal but engaged more with you. You try your hardest to engage them both but sometimes and they appreciate it but sometimes, it just doesn’t work.

Your children, Ao’nung, and Tsireya taught the Sully children and it wasn’t that good but it wasn’t that bad either. Now, Ao’nung is a good child, great child even. He and his sister loves you more than anything and in their heart (Ao'nung would never say this out loud), they call you their second mother because you’re so gentle and kind and caring to them. Tonowari and Ronal loves them truly but they are the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik so they arent by their side all the time and they got expectations of their children. When the Sully family came, their strictness  and expectations got a bit worse since the leaders of the clan were cautious of them. Ao’nung is like the heir to the position of the next Olo’eyktan so the stress is high man. Naturally, he takes it on others. Your children help ground him and call him out and defend the Sully family.

Your children stop him with one mention of your name and Ao’nung just stops.

“What would the Karyu think?” “Sa’nok is going to be disappointed in you, Ao’nung.” “Sa’nu doesn’t like mean boys.”

The Sully children def got curious bc why is this mean little brat quiet and apologizes quickly as you were his mother? So your children introduced them to you and not even a minute in they were like “..ah.”

The Sully family is not stable. The parents were often fighting and the children felt so out of place in your clan. They all felt like they didn’t belong here. But you and your mate was so healthy and loving to the children you basically took them in on days where they didn’t want to be with their parents. 

Your mate is a strong hunter and teaches them how to hunt on his free time and their daddy issues are like “why can’t our dad be like this to us now :(( ”.  You teach Kiri and Tuk as well and they miss their mother who is so deep in her loss of the Omatikaya Clan that they feel like she doesn’t see them anymore. Your children help them all the time and they’re so friendly and nice and the Sully children tells them stories of their people back in the Omatikaya Clan and your children are like, “Wow really?? That’s so cool!! Tell us more!!!” You and your family make them feel like they belong and they love it but they also hurt after spending time with you because they miss the love in your family in their own.

You notice this ofc so you spend time with their parents as well. You listen to their pent up rants, their grief, their suffering, their worries and you were there for them. You give them advice to spend time with their children and to not treat them as warriors 24/7 because before they were warriors and a healer, they were their children first. You lowkey became a family therapist lol.

In conclusion, you a great mama and a teacher. 11/10 they all love u.

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[haunted-house-sys]

Hi we're the Haunt, or Haunted House in full, im your host today; 🐻BEARIN!! Lovely to meet you all!

Kinda wanna ramble about:

System accountability!!!

While it is a good thing to have, it still is confusing and hard to do. It's good to practice, because not everyone knows you're a system, not everyone sees the swaps/switches, not everyone reconizes that, "hey that's a completely different person."

Yes it's difficult because not everyone knows what happened, the amnesia isn't helpful either, you may not know what happened or why, what, who, or where. But you still have to have system accountability. To fix the wrongs "you" done, or at least try. Sometimes it's something you can't fix which is alright too, but it sucks, it really does...

But something i would like to address; to those you know you're a system, say system friends, your partner(s), people you are around often who know... system accountability goes only so far. And while you are a system, you CANNOT control what other people do, that goes for those within the system.

If you are having to resort to system accountability to people who know of most of you within the system, you do have the right to tell them to bring it up with the headmate in question. YOU aren't responsible for what your fellow headmate said to them, because they KNOW that it wasn't YOU. You have the right to tell those "trusted" people that you cannot control what the people you live with, regardless of your roles. You cannot control people. The only thing you can really do is send messages, and that is ONLY IF you have good system communication. Not everyone does, which is perfectly fine!

To summarize:

It's important to have system accountability, but it is also okay to stand your ground towards people who know who yall are.

Disclaimer: This is my personal opinion on the matter. It might not fit or sit right with others. I am also NOT saying that you shouldn't have system accountability. It's important to have.

Note: it's difficult to have system accountability if you aren't aware that you're a system!

[chiquititaosita]

Hi!!

I just loved your writing! I rlly wish(as a latina too) that you could write the monter trio with a y/n that is teaching them to dance piseiro (brazilian dance)

I think it would be pretty cool actually 😫💞

bear note 🤩🤩 pillali! (Hello in nahuatl) Tlazohcamati (thank you so much) thank you so much for your request this made my day. I really love to give diversity to latine community. Because as a latine and an indigenous (mexica and huestaco descent) i want to see how y/n will be come into life. But I thought you’d never ask my love :> it may take me a bit because ill be researching when it comes to culture appreciation and not appropriation.

Context: much like the quebradora (the break in español) its almost similar to pisero. It kinda contains the same movements but lots of hips moving on both dance partners. Sometimes there are lifts and spins and turns enjoy!!!

Cw: slight nsfw (suggestive).

Monster trio learning to do Piseiro (dance) with Brazilian (latina) s/o (latine reader)

post type: headcannon

pairing: luffy x reader, zoro x reader, sanji x reader

reader: Latina reader

Luffy

reference video

-“ no wait wait! You gotta do this.” you show him the foot work again and corrected him once more

-instantly would drop you if he saw a rack of meat. then immediately apologize after.

-no ifs or buts. It’s canon

- “HYAHHAAHA!!”

- “and spinnnnn!!!” He’s gonna want to be spun around too. Which he does.

- you’ll be falling on your butt 💀

- ngl luffy dances better in the dirt than on tile floors.

- again he uses his hips to try and get in sync with you. But it doesn’t add up sometimes

-“ how are you doing this? Lu?”

-“easy by using my gomu gomu hip moves!” It’s giving very much washing machine moves

-“and dip you to the floorr!!!” It’s so cute to watch him show you what he learned from you! Especially IF YALL DANCED AT CARNIVAL OMGGGGGGG 🤩🤩🤩🤩

-epic show stoppers

-he’ll definitely step on your toes unintentionally. HE DONT EVEN KNOW HOW STRONG HIS GRIPPERS ARE!

-unfortunately dry humping happens to you. If You’ll look miserable nami and robin will try to rescue you :)

-You’ll both most likely dance barefoot because it helps luffy get stimulated and used to it. (If does wear shoes, from what i see he DONT)

- “yeah!- we did this move where I pick up y/n and let her fly a bit! And I kinda grab her how she grabs my hair when I eat he-“ it was the only you could explain it to him.

-“ LUFFY! CALA A BOCA!!” Nami and sanji will smack him for you.

-“SHISHISHI you love me and you know it y/n channn!!!”

Zoro

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRCV4cjo/ < reference

-“absolutely not!!!”

-“I’m not doing it.”

-“THIS!! IS!! BULLSHIT!! !”

- CHINGOW GÜEY!

-So getting zoro to do piseiro , he had to have at least 5 drinks worth of sake to get it in his system.

- but teaching him was actually not too bad

-“Why are you doing it this way?”

-“isn’t it easier this way, it just makes this so complicated!!!!”

-since he can only see with one eye it’s a little bit harder for him (if it was pre time skip, that’d be a major difference) it’s just that he doesn’t want you to get hurt

-poor moss heads hips are too stiff

-“ow OW! zoro! That’s my foot.” You huff in frustration.

-“what I’m sorry!-.”

- he’s going try and carry you at least once. It won’t go well at least in your eyes.

-but it goes well in his eyes.

-“and dip? And dip.”He’ll just mutter in the back of his mind. Thinking in the back of his mind.

-“I’m surprised you’re not even complaining.” You whisper into his ear as he blushed

-“ I can’t let that bastard cook take my woman on the dance floor now can I?”

- Shaking your hips damn girl, he attempts to cover your ass if you’re ever like about to shake whatcha mama gave ya, he’s like “NOPE!!!! NOPE! THATS MINE!!”

-he’s a softie for sure when it comes to the love of his life.

- if y’all do the spins, y’all are for sure gonna get lost, but luckily you find y’all’s way back (y’all wouldn’t even be that far away)

Sanji

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRbTJkrb/ <reference

-an absolute menace

- seriously, he’s gonna be dead the minute you start shaking your ass

-ussopp and chopper almost had to resuscitate him and do chest compressions.

-THE AMOUNT OF NOSE BLEEEDS THIS MAN GOES THROUGH

-His hips don’t lie and that’s on period

- I’ll say that he loves to watch you smile and dance

-ass grabber indeed.

-“Y/n!!! You should teach some more moves like this in private like in your bed room!”

-“y/n-chwannnn!!!!~ y-your ass it’s on m-my.”

-will immediately take you to another room to strictly eat you out

[an-angel-called-cyn]

i’m sick of posts that talk about being railed so hard you “go nonverbal”

1. first of all the nonverbal community has been asking people who lose speech periodically NOT to use the term “go nonverbal” because it makes it very hard to find posts about actually being nonverbal (as in, never ever ever being able to speak or only being able to speak very little). just say “lose speech” or something else.

2. second of all why is it invariably the sub and/or bottom who loses speech? as someone who frequently loses speech when overwhelmed (and most of the time it isn’t in the bedroom) i can tell you i can be just as powerful of a top/dom (am a switch but im making a point here, bear with me) while having a speech loss episode.

3. additionally, if you are losing speech during something as vulnerable as sex/play, you need to have a plan in place! how will you signal your boundaries without spoken words? do you plan to use AAC (alternative and augmentative communication) during sex? if you or your partner(s) are prone to lose speech (or are mute or truly nonverbal) yall need to figure out what you’re gonna do and how you’re gonna communicate before you start fuckin.

4. lastly, as someone who uses an AAC app and written words to communicate when i can’t speak, there are many times when i am not taken seriously (by people i trust, to boot) because im using AAC and not spoken language. if you’re going to make losing speech sexy (which is fine! i’m not gonna stop ya) you also have to make respect of the person who has lost their speech equally sexy. losing speech is not childish, or immature, or indicative of a person’s worth. treat us the same whether we can speak or not.

peace and love to yall but i think we can strive to be a bit more respectful of nonverbal folks and those of us who lose speech xoxo

[burntb4bydoll]

Hiii it’s me again ~ Alright this here is very self indulgent <<33 My request of the day is: Could you write for Bill, could be 2023 Bill, before or both as a sort of evolution, with a lover that is also in the lgbtq+ community. I genuinely feel like having that acceptance around him, especially coming from a partner that’s also in the same boat would be so good for him. This goes without saying that queer x queer chaos is one of my favourite things to see 💅

Have a great day & take care <3 Thank you for feeding us so well lately oh myyy

THIS IS SO GOOOD AHH. I was literally just thinking about this. as a bisexual person myself, i know the struggles of not really relating to people around you and how invalidated people make you feel. queer x queer relationships of any sort make me so happy!!

2023 Bill Kaulitz with a queer s/o headcannons

•he would be so damn happy that theres finally someone who fully understands him

•because while his friends and family do support him and try to understand, they will never fully know what its like

•I really do think he would benefit from a queer partner

•both of you know that you will always have someone who understands and accepts you

•he would always come to talk to you if anyone ever made him feel invalidated and he makes sure that you know you can come to him too

•he would always post about how far both of you have come in your self discovery journey and how proud he is of you

•if you’re anything like me, then you would get very protective of the people you love. So it anyone EVER said anything homophobic to either of you, Bill would have to physically hold you back so that you don’t get yourself in trouble

•if you didn’t have a supportive family then his family would gladly take you in with open arms

•they love you just as much as Bill does so you always have a safe space to go to

•Tom and Heidi are both of your guys biggest supporters

•yall are absolutely gonna be the wildest people at pride fests

•he would dress up in full glam and would love if you did too!

•Bill just has so much energy and such a big heart so hes got lots of love to spread

•his fans call you guys their parents

[peaceteaa11]

Kisses and Tattoos

Series: Kisses and Tattoos - Pt. 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader (Y/N)

Ratings: E for everything who loves Eddie Munson. angst, fluff, miscommunication.

Warnings: miscommunication, sadness because the reader and Eddie are totally in love but it seems a bit impossible. NOT PROOF READ!

Summary: You decide to go to another show to see Eddie again but once you do… you can’t help but notice a new tattoo.

A/N: y’all. I’m so sorry this took forever and that it’s not that good lol. I actually had to finish up another year of college, my partner and I broke up, and I’ve been having a rough time. But when all things seems hopeless… Eddie Munson is there to help us out. I hope y’all don’t hate my guts. Peace and Love, Babes.

Word Count: unknown atm

***Go check out my other Eddie fics! Eddie Munson Masterlist***

Proper communication is wayyyyy sexier than whatever this is about to be yall.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──────

You felt your stomach drop as you walk into the venue. It has been about three months since you left Eddie standing on the steps of his tour bus. He never called you... honestly, you didn't know how to act now that your friends have dragged you to another show of his. It was strange that his band came back to your crappy town so quickly, your friends are convinced that it is because he is looking for you again but if that were true... why wouldn't he have just called.

About fifty minutes into the show, you and your friends in the middle of the pit as girls call out to Eddie, you watch as he rips his shirt off. You feel your chest tighten at the sight, he is beautiful. As girls scream, beg for his attention, your eyes fall onto a new tattoo on his shoulder.

You squint your eyes trying to focus when he suddenly bends down, all his hair pulled to the opposite side as he grabs a water from the stage floor. Oh good lord, it that... are those... your teeth marks.

You eyes nearly jump out of your skull as you stare at him while the show continues. Why on earth would he get that tattooed. Your mind starts to race at lightning speed, everything blurring around you. Is that... is it a trophy to him? Are all his tattoos trophies? Are you just another groupie, fooled by his charms?

Everything begins to hurt, your heart, your stomach, your head. You have to get out of here. You quickly tell your friends that its just too much and that you never should have come. You hear some of them call your name as your push through the crowd towards the exit.

You run the streets of downtown mindlessly, your feet taking you exactly where you wanted to be. Somewhere comfortable. Before you knew it you found yourself at your favorite shop. You burst through the door and the workers great you buy name as you rush towards the bathroom of the little twenty-four hour cafe. You stare at your reflection, tears stream down your face. How could you be so stupid.

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You sit in your usual corner of the cafe, sipping on your usual drink, watching the clock tick by. Your friends should be getting out anytime now, you know you should walk back but you just can't find the will to get any closer to Eddie than you already are.

You stare down into your tea when the bell of the front door rings. "Hey. Saw you run this way." You look up to see your friend Liv smiling brightly. "I told everyone this is where you'd go... I'm a genius." She sits down across from you and frowns.

"Where are the others?" You frown back at her.

"They wanted to stay back and see if the band would do a little meet and greet since the venue is so small. Not all of us got the chance to smooch the lead singer." She laughs, obviously trying to break the tense but she frowns when you wince. "I'm sorry."

You shake your head and force a small laugh. "It's not your fault I was stupid enough to think that-"

"Don't do that to yourself. He's... he's stupid to have not called. Stupid." She says as you look up to meet her eyes. You give a sad smile and she sighs. "What made you... uh leave?"

You groan and shake your head. "I... god this is so embarrassing."

"Well, now you have to tell me." She laughs as you meet her gaze once more. A deep blush creeping onto your face.

"Ugh. I- well did you see the new tattoo on Eddie's shoulder?" You feel your insides turn in a mixture of embarrassment and saddness.

"Yea! The teeth marks those were so- holy fuck! No way! Tell me those aren't-"

"Keep your voice down!" You whisper, grabbing her hand as she starts to laugh.

"Oh my fucking god! I cannot believe that! Oh my-"

You smile as she continues to ramble on and on. You begin to feel a bit better about everything, you don't even hear the door bell ring out once again.

Eddie stares at you as he tries to catch his breath. Losing security and screaming fan girls was not easy and even when he did he didn't slow for a second. He ran all the way here only based off of some crappy directions your friends gave him, he's sure he took longer than necessary when he made a few wrong turns.

He can't help but smile as you laugh, tossing your head back, shaking your hair about as you chat with the friend the other mentioned, the one who went looking for you.

"Hi sir! Welcome in!" The voice makes him jump and suddenly your eyes are on him. His skin is set ablaze, god, even your stare was igniting his feelings for you.

Eddie watches as your friend turns around and smirks at him. She excuses herself from the table and goes to talk to the guys at the counter.

You watch as Eddie slowly walks to take Liv's place. He sits down across from you, leather jacket barely hanging on his shoulders, his chest completely exposed. Your skin feels so hot you think you might be burning alive. Why does his gaze have to be so intoxicating?

"Hi." He smiles softly as you begin to play with your rings.

"Hi." You whisper so softly Eddie strains to hear it. He missed your voice so much this whisper barely did anything for him, but he would settle on a whisper is that's all you wanted to give him.

"I... I tried to-"

"Why are you here Eddie?" You sigh as you try to keep yourself from crying, tears already surfacing in your eyes.

"I... I wanted to see you. I-" Eddie winces when you look away from him, your eyes scanning the cafe instead. "I tried to ca-"

"I really have nothing to say to you right now. I... I think you should go." You don't dare to look at Eddie in fear of bursting into tears.

"Is... is that what you want?" Eddie feels his heart pounding in his chest, aching inside. "I came all this wa-"

"Please, just leave me alone." You sigh, your voice cracking a bit as you do.

"I... okay. It was uh... it was good seeing your again, Y/n." Eddie quickly stands up from the table and heads towards the door, waving to your friend and before he could take another breath he was outside, tears beginning to form in his eyes. Of course you didn't want to see him. God this was so stupid. You hate him. Is all that is running through his head as he passes your other friends on the street as he heads back to the bus.

Your friends try to talk to him but it's as if he doesn't even see them. They quickly run to the cafe to find Liv consoling you as you cry into her arms.

"What happen?!" You friend Zane questions as they all join you and Liv. You couldn't bring yourself to stop crying.

Liv tries to explain everything you told her as soon as Eddie left. The phone number, the tattoo, the fears that rose in your chest, and the horrible fact that Eddie simply used you.

"What?! That's not it!" You look up to meet Zane's gaze with fury in your eyes.

"Don't-"

"Shut up!" Zane growls at you. "He said you gave him the wrong number."

You look at Zane with sad eyes and shake your head. "No I didn't." You scoff but then you quickly think about your hand writing and how everyone always tells you that your sevens look like ones.

"That's why he convinced his managers to bring the band back here. He wanted to find you. And as for the tattoo... i just think he's a metal rockstar in love. Sounds like something his type would do." He looks to the others and they all nod. "He came back trying to find you. Once we hunted him down he immediately wanted to see you, we sent him here. On our way back we were surprised to see him walking back." Zane speaks in such a rush it's almost hard for you to keep up.

"What... he came back for... for me?"

"Yes!" Zane sighs. "He looked so depressed when we passed him, he didn't even notice us."

"I'm pretty sure he was crying." Your other friend pipes up.

You feel your stomach drop. Why would Eddie come back for you unless he actually liked you. This all seemed so crazy. You guys met once and already he seemed to like you? It felt unreal. He was famous... why would he like you?

"I gotta go." You mumble as you wipe your nose, making it to your feet.

"What are you gonna do?" Liv whispers softly as you grab your jacket from the chair.

"Go find him. Or try to."

"You better hurry, his band is leaving tonight, they have a show in Indiana tomorrow." Zane frowns.

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Your feet ached as they pounded against the dark abyss of pavement. Your breath is ragged as you sprint back to the venue. Praying, begging, pleading that the bus will still be pulled around back. You could feel all of your senses going into overdrive as memories from your night with Eddie encourage you to keep going even though your shins felt as if they could snap in half. Just as you see the venue come into view you watch the bus begin to pull out of the back lot.

No.

You gather all your energy as you push the last bit but it's not enough. The bus turns towards your and starts driving closer and closer and before you can think of a way to stop it, it's driving past you.

No.

This isn't happening. You aren't missing him. You can't. You watch as the bus drives up to a stop light you just passed. The light red. You sigh, your lungs burn, and you question if you have the strength in you to run back.

Yes.

You sprint back to the light and basically throw yourself into the crosswalk before the bus just as they light turns green.

Eddie and the band jerk forward as they converse about what happened in the cafe. The band has been so hopeful for Eddie. They had never seen him so excited in his life, not even their first night on stage got him that rilled up. All he wanted to do was see you again.

"I'm sorry man... maybe it's-" Gareth doesn't even try to finish his sentence, he knew Eddie wouldn't find comfort in it. "I'm sorry."

Jeff is about to speak up with suddenly their driver is shouting, window rolled down as he does so. "Get out of the fucking road!"

Eddie stays slumped in his seat as the rest of the band looks towards the front of the bus. Eddie can't get your face out of his head. He knew you would be hurt that he couldn't call you but he tried, over and over and over again, and nothing. Always some pizza place. His heart begins to ache again until he hears a female voice arguing with their driver.

"I have to see him!"

"Get out of the street you crazy bitch!"

"I have to see him! He needs to know!" You stare down the bus driver, glaring as you stand your ground in the middle of the street. "Just let Eddie know! Please!"

"Move your ass!" The bus driver shouts before you watch him duck his head back into the bus instead of out his window.

You jump slightly when you see the bus door open. You feel your stomach erupt into butterflies, nervous or excited your couldn't tell.

Eddie steps out on the street shutting the bus door as the band all stare out the front window with the driver. He stares at you as you stand in the middle of the street gasping for air. He steps towards you but hesitates, why were you here? Why?

You don't falter for a moment longer. Tears stream down your face as you launch yourself towards Eddie. He watches as you fling yourself into his arms and he can't help but wrap them around you.

You squeeze him tightly before pulling back only enough to connect your lips with his. He winces as he melts into you. God, he hoped this would never end. You push your tongue into his mouth and he whimpers, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist as your hands find his hair. Memories of your last time together surface in both of you. Eddie groans as you tug at his hair until suddenly you pull back. Eddie chases your lips and your giggle softly.

You press your forehead to his and smile softly as your eyes stay glued to his. "My sevens look like ones." You huff needing to catch your breath even more now.

Eddie squints a little confused until it seems to suddenly click. He sighs. "I'm so sorry. I tried to-"

"It's okay. I'm sorry I freaked out on you back there I just thought... I thought you used me. I-"

"I would never do that." Eddie's fingers dig into your hips, nervous that you'll pull away but all you do is nod.

"I know. I'm sorry. I saw the tattoo and I just thought that... I thought it was some sort of trophy or... something" You sigh, almost ashamed that you would think that.

"Oh... no-no-no. I just... I never wanted to forget that night, or you." He smiles down at you and you feel all your doubts fade away.

You are about to say something else but Jeff opens the bus door cause both of you to jump.

"Eddie... I'm sorry but we really gotta go. The show-"

"Right. Right." Eddie looks from Jeff back to you. "I... fuck. I gotta go."

"I know." You sigh softly before looking down to your feet, trying to calm the sadness in your chest. "I wish we had more time... or that I didn't waste it with a lot of running." You force an airy laugh.

Eddie tucks his fingers under your chin and smiles. He lifts your gaze to his. "I'll be back. At the end of my tour I'll be back for you." He groans slightly. "Kiss me. Please."

You don't waste a second before connecting your lips with his once more. He shivers in your grasp and tries to pull you closer as if you aren't already pressed against his chest. He melts into you again and you can feel him and yourself getting lost in the moment again. You pull away, your chest heaving with desire. "Eds. You gotta go."

He groans and closes his eyes. "Right right." He quickly looks to the bus and sighs. "Right." You watch his face fall into a frown.

"You'll be back. So... I'll be waiting." You smile softly. "Sounds crazy but... that's what I'm gonna do." Before you can say anything else Eddie release you and runs to the bus. You standing there questioning if that was his goodbye until he emerges once more.

"Here write you number again." He sighs handing you eyeliner pencil.

You giggle as you begin. You write it out clear enough for a baby to read. "Okay."

"787-908-2341" Eddie says out loud and you nod. "Good. I'll call you tomorrow, I promise." He quickly presses a kiss to your lips before rushing back to the bus. You step onto the sidewalk and watch as they leave.

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Eddie kept his promise. He called you the very next day and you talked until he has to get ready for his show. It was the most amazing time of you life.

For the next few months this is how it went. Eddie called you everyday to either say hi quickly or talk with you. It was lovely truly. Until the final month of his tour. His contact with you at first dropped to just saying quick hellos everyday. Then twice a week. Then once a week. Then nothing. You heart felt as if it was breaking into a thousand little pieces.

It is the final day of Eddie’s tour and you wonder if he’ll ever talk to you again. You yawn as you flip through the channels on your tv. Suddenly a celebrity channel flashes Corroded Coffin across the screen. You feel stupid but you blush. They zoom in on Eddie and suddenly a girl flashes across screen. Miss Indiana. Chrissy Cunningham. You quickly turn up the volume.

“This is truly a power couple we never would have imagined. The master of metal and miss Indiana. The rocker and the sweetheart. Yet the couple was spotted all throughout this month and rumor is that they are officially dating behind the scenes of it all.”

“That would make sense John. No wonder Chrissy shows up in all the cities Corroded Coffin has a concert in! She’s following her lover!”

You quickly turn the tv off and sit up. No way. After months this is why he just stops contacting you? He says he’ll be back for you but instead meets miss perfect on the road?

You sigh and suddenly you realize tears are dripping down your cheeks. You hear the phone ring and you quickly wipe your face. You walk over and pull it off the hook.

“Hello?” You croak and quickly clear your throat.

“I’m guessing you saw?” Liv. You nod as if she can see. You hum softly.

“I’m sorry. I was watching with Caleb and… god I’m sorry.” There is a beeping and you pull back.

“Hold on someone else is calling.” You sigh. And liv quickly says she’ll call you later today. You hang up and answer the phone again.

“Hello?”

“Y/n.” Eddie.

“Goodbye.” You sigh but Eddie’s pleas wretch your heart.

“Please wait. I’m sorry I didn’t call you lately. I’ve just been so busy. And I know that’s not really an excuse but-“

“Eddie why didn’t you just tell me?” You sigh wondering if he’ll just fess up to it all.

“What are you-“

“Eds! Have you seen the new?!” A female voice comes from over the phone and you feel your heart plummet to your toes.

“What? Chrissy. I’m on the phone I-“

“Well turn on the tv! Look!”

You hear similar news to what you just saw on the tv from over the phone.

“I… fuck.” Eddie mumbles and you feel as if you may cry. “Fuck fuck fuck. I, love, I gotta go. Fuck.” The dial tone fills your ears.

“Well. I suppose that’s that.” You sigh sadly.

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Alright. That’s what I got for now. Part three is mostly written just gotta finish it up. Hope y’all can understand and bare with me.

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[a-library-of-old]

I love your account! Seeing all your Jack Horner headcannons always puts a smile on my face.

I was wondering what you think he'd be like with a S/O with selective mutism and/or autism.

I'm sorry if this is a weird ask!

Thank you for all the amazing posts you put into the universe!

Oh my goodness thank you!!! This isn't weird at all either so dw!^^

Now at first Jacks not gonna necessarily get it..like he understands fundamentally just not as well in practice

So say your quiet from being overwhelmed, or it just feels right in that moment and he'll sort've ask what's up and know how to help?

It's a learning process cause he wants to make you feel comfy, so I can at least say no matter what he is always willing to help you communicate when you need to but it's a 'quiet day/moment'

Will check to make sure all clothes he gets you are the right texture to help, he also tries to help you when you get over stimulated by something

Will buy you any fidget toy you seem intrested in, including special made chew toys if it helps you at all (there the same as others just stronger(totally not based on mine always breaking cause I'm to rough or something))

Once yall are deeper into the relationship he'll get better at helping you as well! Learning any comfort foods you may have, what diffrent body language means, and over all just better ways to be your partner

I don't have many hc I'm sorry-

[wormholxtreme]

PLEASE REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG!  Feel free to add to any of your answers! The purpose is to tell your partners about the way you write!  For the multiple choice ones, BOLD all that apply and, if you want, italicize if it’s a conditional answer!

– b a s i c s –

NAME : Maddie

ARE YOU OVER 18?   Yes / No

IS YOUR MUSE?  Yes / No (Though when it comes to Kaylee I am super fluid with age and will rp her younger with people I have good OOC with)

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes / Highly / Private (I have my core group and I don't stray far but I'm open to just about anyone)  

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone) / Semi / Yes / Highly

IF YOUR MUSE IS CANON, HOW MUCH TO YOU ADHERE TO CANON? Not at all / A little / Some / Mostly / Strictly / (OC) I do what I wanna do. (I like to take canon and smash it all up into my own little thing)

WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? One Liners / Single-Para / Multi-Para / Novella

DO YOU USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS? No / Gifs / Icons / Gif icons

DO YOU WRITE ON OTHER PLATFORMS? No / Yes

WHAT LEVEL OF PLOTS DO YOU WRITE? Unplotted / Open Ended Plots / Semi-Plotted / Fully Plotted Epics

HOW QUICKLY DO YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS? Very Slow (more than a month) / Slow (3-4 Weeks) / Average (1-2 Weeks) / Fast (Less Than One Week) / Very Fast (Less Than Three Days)

WHAT TYPES OF THEMES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) Fluff / Angst / Smut / Action / Tragedy / Domestic / Family / Conversational / Hurt-Comfort

WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) High Fantasy / Supernatural / Science Fiction / Historical / Horror / Comedy / Romantic / Drama / Action / Adventure / Espionage / Everything

ARE THERE ANY THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING ON YOUR BLOG? (not triggers)  No / Yes

DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS?  No / Yes

– s h i p p i n g –

WHAT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic (highly selective) / Platonic / Familial /  Physical / Sexual (highly selective)

WHAT TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic ( requires OOC communication and plotting ) / Platonic / Familial / Physical / Sexual (also requires OOC and plotting)

DO YOU HAVE OTPS? No / Chemistry only / Yes PEPPY

DO YOU HAVE NOTPS? No / Yes (But with open OOC I can be swayed but I mostly just let people do them like yall have fun) / I don’t know

ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT? No / Selectively ( again, with heavily plotted and established relationships ) / Yes

HOW EARLY IN A RELATIONSHIP DO YOU SHIP ROMANTICALLY? Autoship / During Plotting / After A Couple IC Interactions / Several IC Interactions / Slow Burn / Depends on partner & muse

ARE YOU OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS? No / Selectively / Yes / Never Tried It

ARE YOU OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS? (canon history, age difference, complicated, etc.) No / Selectively / Yes

ARE YOU OPEN TO POLYSHIPPING? No  ( very rarely, it’s basically a no )   / Selectively ( again, if we plotted it well beforehand ) / Yes

ARE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE SHIPPER? No / Sometimes / Yes

DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No / Sometimes / Yes

DOES CROSSOVER SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No / Yes /  Depends

[ddazzlingblds]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: sam!! imperative that you use the !! so you look happy to see me DSFHSH I also respond to zack!

PRONOUNS: she/her, they/them!

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: i'm not overly comfy giving you my discord right off the bat, so we can chat in the IMs for a bit before I crack that bad boy open!

NAME OF MUSE(s): Snapo Koski. that's fucking right. the snapo.

BEST EXPERIENCE: opening this asshole a blog and being legit SWARMED with interactions no matter how long or short i had them. i can't believe yall are enthusiastic about this man i'm so? GUYS ARE U OK. DO U NEED SOME COFFEE

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS: nothing comes to mind as I already explained some of these when I did this on my Kaeya but the usual goes: don't be weird/possessive of your rp partners, do your best to avoid leaving anyone super behind and take their patience and presence for granted, avoid being offensive/provocatory with vagueblogging on main, dont involve others in drama and DONT force them to pick a side if theres one etc. I see a lot of things and stay quiet over those and I'm prone to walk away/emotionally distance in case of weirdness without many words and i GLADLY engage in this as I see fit

MUSE PREFERENCES: me, who cannot write a manipulative muse for shit: hey, let's take on the worst dude out here........ whoopsie. turns out that i can so double whoopsie?? complex muses to a degree. clowns... morally gray ones. probably muses who i can turn in my brain like a rotisserie chicken for how to tackle them. my best headcanon about sampo is the fight or flight one so far as i tackled his psychology behind being a mercenary kind of

PLOTS OR MEMES:  MEMES. can also be used to start plots bc im not good at hitting people up in the IMs for plotting unless i'm already a degree of comfortable with them :( if you're in doubt? perouse my ask memes tag and send one. i LOVE unprompted asks too!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: 4 paras at minimum for each reply or assume I have been alien-napped by weird beings and switched with an impostor who wasn't left a script to follow to impersonate me.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: EVENING... if i'm not drawing or chatting with people or playing, I crack my fingers after my afternoon nap and kick in gear. lock in. ..... then I get distracted but that's another story. now that i have discovered that I can just do replies and draft them for later to appear productive i'm on top of the world tbh

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): mmmmmmmm not in a bad way. i'm pretty observant of situations and people and how they act but I don't use it for evil like him DJSHFSHF i'd say im more similiar to my wriothesley honestly... sighs. i miss him

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