#do you think they would explore eachothers bodies though

[hahahalfwit]

wait no teeheehe, 🤭

[syscest]

Species-affirming cybersex. That is all

that's NOT all because I'm gonna break down these concepts and how they work.

species first. reffing chapter 2 of plural respect, system members have self-perceptions that can differ from the body and don't have to resemble things that exist in the outside world - and a shared understanding of this can help you connect. Nonhuman types often shorthand this as "species" to indicate something left field of human - but it practically encompasses impossible-human stuff like "human with a curse" or "human that's a wizard" and inorganics like "sentient computer virus" or "reanimated skeleton" for most use cases - anything physically impossible enough. if you're into shapeshifter language, you might prefer "form" - same difference.

with that in mind let's talk cybering. Cybersex in most of its forms is collaborative fantasy. You're taking "thinking about a hot thing" and extending it to include someone else over the internet somehow. Though valid barebones sexting can be purely something like discussing physically occurring masturbation, it usually involves constructing a scene of some kind and (though its rarely admitted) you're basically collaboratively writing smut fanfiction about you and your hookup.

I think breaking the "this is weird" glass is critical to engage with this properly and prevent mystifying it. yes you are writing self insert oc fiction with a friend over the internet, yes you're gonna be horny about it. and yes omg you DO get to choose the tense case and perspective you prefer to write in this is huge and nobody says it.

Furry ERP communities (owing to a common layer of seperation between the selves) often use third person language, refer to sonas by name, and put dialogue in quotes: <confused, she pokes her friend's arm, "Hello?" she whispers, "Anyone home?"> etc etc, providing a clear seperation between OOC and not. You might find this stiff or impersonal or booky - and there's a tonne of variation you can apply to see if it fixes that:

per-sender first+second person pronouns:

qualify actions instead of dialogue: <[she pokes her friend's arm] hello? is anyone home?]> (notably removes the hard OOC separation, which can enable chitchat)

both: <[I poke your arm] hello? is anyone home?>

+ avoiding self-references where possible: <*pokes your arm* hello? is anyone home?>

So sexting gives you a canvas, and because it's collaborative smut writing, it really doesn't require you to adhere to what regular humans do and look and feel like. You can write directly about your metaphysical forms interacting because you're literally out here playing pretend for fun.

It definitely works for some people and doesn't for others, but don't get caught in "what do I write". you can't focus on cybersex being *good*, focus on silly little whims and suggesting whatever comes to your head - start by finishing the sentence "if I had you in a room right now, I'd __". Its a silly little playpen for exploring eachother's sexuality and relationship to themself, just be nice to eachother and run with it.

And, yknow, affirming? well, as long as you communicate well, take the standard safety measures you would for any kink scene, and understand consent applies just as much when you're acting out text - then you can do/pretend/play/perform all kinds of stuff via text cybersex you can't do in-person. It's a great way to connect with these parts of yourself and resulting tendencies, and acquire stupid fantastical kinks about it. All new weird ways to be found (find yourself?) attractive.

Ok. well. unrelated tangent. you CAN do it in person. invoking weird nonhuman or otherwise metaphysical junk in bed is not strictly typing only - for one you can literally bring your phone TO bed and do mixed-media sex where you get to sext *and* get handsy, but that's not even the point. Sexting might make you a sex-fanfic-author but don't forget you can be a sex-wrestler/sex-theatre-performer too - talk to your hookup about the impossible things you'd like to do, and then do things that physically resemble them and you can both enjoy filling in the blanks. Your brain WILL help, if you're thinking about picking someone up with your tentacles and you use your body's arms, you'll naturally want to move them in a different kind of way, and you'll both pick up on it. The more you engage, the more it comes through in how you move, the more your friend gets to pick up on. Hell, you can even check verbally if you're understanding things right - "is that your arm" etc etc. It's a more complicated, subtextual language, but it can be a LOT of fun.

Anyway, species-affirming cybersex :)

[spidrgirl]

MILES MORALES 1610 X READER

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Masterlist: here ➼

Pairing: Miles Morales x sweet girlfriend ᥫ᭡

Synopsis: Headcanons of miles (1610) and his sweet girlfriend who he is absolutely obsessed with and whipped for!

Genre: fluff + slight angst

Word count: 801

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➳ Miles morales loveees quality time with the people who loves, and especially with you. If you arent laid up at his house chilling while watching him play video games, you were probably out exploring the city of New York with eachother.

➳ Miles Morales definitely likes hugs. You know, the kinds of hugs where he can smell your perfume and become so lost in the scent that he'll still be able to smell it when you let go of him. The kind of hugs where your soft and warm body is pressed against his, and he just feels like he's at home.

"can i have one more hug ma? ion wanna let you go yet.." he'll mutter before slowly bringing you closer to him.

➳ Miles morales who is always scouting for you. When he's at school, he's looking through hallways just to get a glimpse of you. during nightly patrols, he swings by your houses and glances into your window hoping to see you peacefully sleeping in the security of your home. When he knows that you are, he finally feels okay.

"Thank god shes alright" He whispers to himself before swinging back around the city.

➳ Miles Morales definitely loves when you plays with his hair. He loves feeling your soft fingers softly massaging his scalp while you tell him all the things you did that day, or just things that you want to do in the future. Whatever it is, he loves hearing it just because *you're* the one talking.

"Mhm, tell me more mama" he'll mumble while slowly falling asleep in your arms.

➳ Miles Morales likes kisses! Kisses on his neck, jaw, or cheeks just make him fold everytime. You can definitely expect makeout sessions to frank ocean or the weeknd playing in the background of his dark room, one of his hands draped around your waist and the other in your hair or cupping your cheeks.

➳ Miles Morales who hates arguing with you. He doesn't like leaving any conversation on a bad note, especially after Uncle Aarons death. He just feels like any moment could be the last he spends with you, so he tries to make the most out of any and every conversation he has with you.

➳ Miles Morales who sometimes has his days where all he thinks about is Uncle Aaron. He comes to your house, enters your room without even knocking with low eyes and a tense body. You immediately rush to him, giving him kisses and multiple hugs while reminding him that his uncle would be so proud of him.

He doesn't say anything in reponse in that moment, but you know he's grateful that he can always rely on you in situations like these.

➳ Miles Morales who sometimes calls you late at night holding back tears, especially when he hasn't had much time to see you because of spidey-business. He constantly goes on mute so you won't hear him sniffling, but you can always tell.

He just misses his sweet girl so much, and feels like he isn't doing enough to make time for her. You always remind him that he's always enough, and forever will be.

"I-I dont know. I just..." he pauses, trying to find the right words to say."I just miss you, that's all. I feel like we dont spend as much time as we should..and its my fault you know?".

➳ Miles Morales who helps you study. Sometimes, you feel really stupid around him. You're smart, but you dont feel like you're smart in the same way he is. It seems like he always knows the answers to everything, while you struggle with answering even the most basic of questions. He reassures you that you are smart, and probably even more so than he is. It doesn't convince you though, so he makes time after school to help you study and do homework with him. Really though, its just an excuse to hang out with you.

"See ma? You aren't stupid. You just need to stop doubting yourself. Podrías ser mucho mejor que yo si simplemente crees en ti mismo." He'll tell you, pulling you in for a hug as he plants soft kisses all over your face.

➳ Miles Morales who gives you the first and last bites of his food. If you have problems with eating, he'll always reassure you that your body is fine just that way it is, and encourage you to eat with him.

"Say ah.." he'll urge, holding a spoon full of the pozole his mother had made just a few hours prior.

➳ Miles Morales will always win the 'i love you more' game. No matter how much you try to argue that you love him the most, he knows that it'll always be the opposite. Its just no topping his love for you.

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#tags #milesmorales #milesmoralesupremacy #milesmoralesfluff #acrossthespiderverse !!

[adventuringblind]

What you Deserve

Charles Leclerc x Reader x Lando Norris x Max Verstappen

Genre: angst

Summary: Max deserves to be loved in every way, and she, along with her two partners, are determined to give him that.

Warnings: toxic relationship, mentions of Max's childhood, use of whore as an insult, domestic dispute, implied smut,

Notes: No hate to Kelly. I just needed her to be the villain for the plot

Masterlist

Her life was, and is still, a Rollercoaster. Being the daughter of Christian Horner made it so. Her life has always been with cars. Her soul felt connected to them in a way.

Along with the cars, there also came the people. Seb, Daniel, and Max had become her attachments. Specifically Max since she's only a year younger than him.

You'd think they were in love by the way they acted with eachother. And she would be lying if she said she didn't want that. He, however, wanted to focus on his career and she respected that.

In 2019 she met Charles. An inevitable meeting since she was alway running around making sure things were going to plan. And by running, she means litterally.

She collided with the Monegasque while neither of them were paying attention.

He took her to dinner that night to apologize despite her protest.

It ended up being a fun night. After three after race dinners or outings it felt like tradition.

Something that started as friends didn't last long. Neither are sure who fell first, just that both of them did. They couldn't stay away from each other.

She told her dad. She was terrified and shaking and wanted to cry the entire time, but he took it well. He'd never had a problem with Charles and outside of racing he invited him in. The garage was still off limits.

She remained friends with Max during this time. Even the next year when he and Kelly had been getting closer. She knew it wasn't her place to say anything, but something felt off about it. And the ache in her heart for the blonde Dutch boy hadn't left despite her years with Charles.

It made her feel guilty. Everytime her thoughts flickered back to Max, she felt herself spiraling to places she shouldn't be.

Charles had caught her in such a state. He'd panicked when he saw her glassy and absent stare.

"What's wrong, chéri?" He knelt down next to her and took her hands in his despite his own body shaking.

"I'm not good for you."

"Well that's not true at all." He coos at her. Though it only makes her tears fall harder.

"I love you but I also love Max. Always have. It's not fair to you."

"I already knew amour." He chuckles. "And I don't care. I think your heart os big enough to love more then one person. I'd even be open to seeing if he wanted to join us."

Things changed for the better after that. She felt safe enough to talk about feelings she'd never been able to explore previously.

They'd made a few attempts at asking him about his relashonship with Kelly. None of it had gone anywhere. They didn't go out with them and Max seemed to get rigid and defensive at the subject. So they dropped it until they had more information to work with.

Lando came to them out of nowhere. One day he just exploded with life and laughter into their world and never left.

The Brit had made it very clear that he liked it with them and the other two felt the same. It worked in a way people would find unconventional. But it's their relationship and nobody else's business.

That conversation with her dad made her laugh instead of shake. Mostly because he decided to give a stern lecture to both boys about how he would not hesitate to send Max into the sides of their cars if they hurt her.

Similarly, Max also had a few things to say. Despite him and Kelly going public with their relationship, he still cared for her. A small part of him even knawed with jealousy at times.

Their love for each other felt so different. They openly expressed it and were always smiling around each other. Max had to do something amazing to get that kind of affection from Kelly. Or he had to do something for her first.

But it's all he knows. He'd never had affection modeled for him growing up. He'd seen more hurt then anything. And he can't help the part of himself that wants what they have.

~

"I'm getting worried about him." Says the female who is currently curled across the laps of her lovers.

"Pretty sure you're always worried about him." Lando smiles at her endearingly. His head is resing on Charles' chest and his fingers idly stroke through the females hair.

She hums in agreement. It's not unusual that she's worried about Max. But this felt different.

Three days ago, Max had made history. Yes everytime he was next to Kelly, the Dutch looked almost pained. Even at the after celebrations he tried to stay with the three of them and not Kelly who looked interested in chatting with other people.

"I believe Kelly is gone for a few days." Pipes Charles. He sets his phone down and cuddles closer to his two lovers. "We could see if he wants to go out with us."

"Wouldn't he be cheating on her then?"

"Realistically it could just be Max hanging out with friends. Plus what Kelly doesn't know won't kill her."

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Max says yes. It shocks her that he does so. Max has always been loyal to a fault. Maybe he is in a worse situation then they thought.

They met at the restaurant. It wasn't anything high class and discreet enough that they would hopefully be able to eat in peace.

Max arrived fashionable late and looking mildly anxious.

"Sorry I'm late." He says while getting comfortable in his seat.

"No need to apologize." Reassures Charles. "Is everything alright?"

Max hesitates, his body going rigid like recalling a bad memory. "Kelly's trip got delayed and when I told her I had plans she tried to keep me home instead."

"She doesn't think your cheating or anything does she?" Lando almost whispers across the table. Eyes filled with concern.

"I don't think so? She's accused me of it a few times with y/n but not recently that I can remember."

The female, who's been fighting the urge to punch Kelly since she started dating Max, decides holding his hand is probably better then her words at the moment. He smiles at her in endearment and appreciation.

"Let's move to another topic, shall we?"

The rest of the dinner is spent conversing about nonsense. Nothing about racing or work just everything and nothing all mixed together.

Max is finally looking more relaxed. His phone forgotten in his pocket. His smile lighting up at silly stories and funny jokes. It's refreshing to see him like this and the female finds herself melting into the fact he looks so comfortable with them.

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Three days after their dinner date, Max calls to ask if they'd be willing to come to his place for drinks. Which is how they find themselves standing in the doorway of Max's apartment almost dumbfounded.

There is hardly anything around that feels like Max. No redbull posters or racing themed items. No pictures of Max and Kelly together and nothing of Max with his family.

Even when Max is giving them a tour of the place, she spots a shelf that gives evidence this isn't a strangers place. A singular shelf. Again she's fighting the urge to rip all of Kelly's clothes to shreds.

"Mate, your apartment feels like it's a display case." Lando's nose scruntches up in confusion.

Max leads them over to the bar area and starts pouring drinks. His shoulders shrugging and the Brits comment. "Kelly says it's better for my focus if it's like this."

Charles must have caught the way she moved. Her body ready to throw all Kelly's personal belongings out the window. The Monegasque's hand on her thigh stops her from doing so. He shoots her a pointed look that says 'violence is not the answer'.

Joke on him. Violence is always the answer. She just needs to wait for the perfect opportunity to unleash her fury. Just like her sarcastic father and hard to faze mother taught her.

They spent the evening in relatively deep conversation. Not awkward, flowing and comfortable. Max was opening up about his. She knew majority of what happend in his youth but the things about Kelly are new. How Max talks like it's completely normal is beyond her.

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They continued this dance for a few months. Waiting for Kelly to not be looking before showering the Dutch in affection. They didn't push anything, just tried to give Max the love he'd been missing and craving for so long.

She would say it was cheating. The three of them are simply being good friends and making sure Max is doing okay mentally. And physically.

Until they probably go a step to far. All of them buzzed with liquid courage. The tension from the last few months finally spilling over.

The intimate a passionate night brought then all together in ways she didn't know were possible. The way Max was tearing up at being taken care of for once made every piece of her melt.

They couldn't go back after this. Max had said so himself. He wanted to be done with Kelly but felt stuck.

They reassured him that whatever happened they would be waiting, ready with open arms.

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A week after, Lando woke up to his phone buzzing at an ungodly hour in the morning. Her and Charles shot out of bed out the sound of Max's broken sob and the sound of something smashing in the background.

The car ride felt blurry. The anger rising in her chest making it hard to breathe. Lando's voice is swimming in her head as he tries to keep Max on the phone with him and keep him breathing.

When they get to Max's apartment, the door is unlocked. Charles swings it open to reveal Kelly angrily stomping around. The place is a mess and there is shattered glass covering majority of the floor.

Kelly stops over to the female and lands a finger in the center of her chest. "This is your fault. You made Max into a damn whore for you people."

"Pretty sure you're the whore. Aren't you the one who feels the need to keep yourself young by sleeping with people who are barely legal behind Max's back?" She spits.

Kelly's palm connects with her cheek. Her face stings but her knuckles are burning with fiery rage. She doesn't give Kelly time to recover. Her fist connects with her jaw and sends her reeling backwards.

She'd been so engrossed that she didn't realize the boys had pulled Max out of wherever he was hiding. Now in the saftey of Lando's arms. Charles is the one who ultimately pulls her away from the scene. Despite her fighting him at first to get another hit on Kelly in before they leave.

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The next few days are filled with attempting to get Max's things, phone calls, and the ensuring PR circus. The legal things worked themselves out since technically it's his apartment and Max never layer a finger on Kelly. Furthermore, Kelly hit her first so she got away on the 'self defense' excuse.

Max had his stuff mixed in with theirs. She'd printed pictures of them all together and pinned them to the wall. His presences in the house is known.

As she stands in the doorway of their room, her three lovers curled up together, snoring peacefully, she knows it was always meant to be.

[kawareo]

Have a ramble about my Durge and his issues with sex because why not

TW for mentions of sexual assault and abuse, attempted incest, grooming and mentions of underage stuff; nothing is graphic but it does get dark so please don't read if you don't feel like you're in the right space for it

Strike is a very sexual guy as I'm sure you've had the chance to notice, but honestly, his relationship with sex and sexuality is complicated to a degree that he completely refuses to even acknowledge.

His Urges and Bhaal-given 'Ectasy of Murder' make it practically impossible for him to seperate between his own desires and those of Bhaal. He was way too young when he first got them, practically when he hit puberty, and then he was immediately encouraged to 'explore' and 'experiment' with either corpses, other Bhaalists, or still living victims. Sceleritas was the one to encourage and 'guide' him and Strike stopped feeling sick about the new need that overcame him whenever he killed well. He had to practically gaslight himself into seeing it as a gift from Father, or he would dislike it, and you can't afford to dislike something your god wants when you're his Chosen.

He also doesn't really know how to say no to sex. The way I try to write him is in a similar way of how society expects a cishet guy to always be down to fuck, except it's cranked up to a thousand - he is Bhaal's seed, scion, his breeder - there is no reason for why he would ever want to say no, is there? If you asked him for any reason he could think of for him not wanting to have sex, he genuinely wouldn't known the answer.

He said no once though, only once - when the temple attempted to match him with Orin once they were in their late teens. Orin would've pushed through with it even though she was obviously less than enthusiastic, but Strike was the one to push her away that time. It wasn't the incest aspect of it that turned him off, tbh; that really isn't a value the temple of Bhaal would consider abnormal, but Strike just... Orin was always the only relationship he's had where he never felt like it could turn sexual at any moment - they've bathed together, they slept cuddled up on the same bed, they straddled eachother when beating the shit out of the other and none of it was ever sexual, for either of them. But that was the first time he refused Bhaal's will and also the first time he lied to Him - he made up that he didn't think Bhaal's blood should get even more diluted and defiled than it was in Orin's veins. After that, Orin never forgave him for thinking he was above her (as she interpreted it) and their relationshio only strained more when Strike met Gortash a few years later.

Gortash is a whole other can of worms that I don't think I have to get into right now, but Strike's religious upbringing makes every sign of weakness, such as signs of softness or affection (for an enemy, especially) a sin and having sex reduces the sinfulness of it. Holding hands, kissing? Unforgivable. Intertwining fingers during sex, or cuddling right after while they're both still chasing their breath? Not ideal, but it can happen. Not the worst thing. It's not like he was doing something intimate just for the sake of intimacy, you know?

He's very hypersexual now as an adult because of all the above mentioned things combined, and when I get to Godsbound (my bg3 timeline fic has a name now btw!) He likes to joke and flirt and fuck literally whoever, that doesn't change end after tadpoling, he still has no idea how to be close to anyone without it being sexual but also he is so horrifically touchstarved that he wakes up screaming if he doesn't have a body next to him to hold onto it. I would like to explore how much of an actual issue that is for him, especially when he has forgotten all of the excuses he told himself through the years and the decades of religious fanaticism. But then again, he does tend to push his problems away to 'deal with later', so who knows.

[marksmelodies]

the start of something new

jeno x fem! reader

warnings: cussing, sex, mentions of sex, suggestive,

minors dni!!

no proof read!

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“hey get up” you hear your best friend jeno whispering in your ear while slightly shaking you turning around to meet his face “ jen it’s so early” you whine

“ we have to leave soon the boys packed up the car already, we let you sleep as late as possible unless you want us to leave your ass here” jeno jokes

today is the day you and your best friends renjun, jeno jaemin, chenle and jisung leave to the cabin you all rented out in gangwon-do for the weekend

“okay okay i’m getting up geez” you roll your eyes getting out of bed and meeting with the rest of the boys, once everything is packed and ready to leave you all shove into the car

“ why does y/n get the passenger seat” chenle sulks

“ because i’m the one driving and i don’t want to have to listen to any of your annoying voices the whole ride” jeno says

the drive went smoothly everyone took turns playing music and talking about anything under the sun, one by one everyone started to fall asleep except you and jeno

“ i’m surprised your company let you have this many days off” you say

“ i know we basically had to beg them to let us”

“ i’m sad mark and haechan have schedules though it would be fun if we all could’ve gone”

“yeah they feel bad about not being able to make it but i told them i’m sure you’d understand”

“ of course i do” an awkward silence fell between the both of you

“ i like your hair that color” you look over to jeno

“ thank you i wasn’t sure if light colored hair would suit me”

“ i think the platinum blonde suits you, you kind of look like jack frost” you tease

“ haha so funny” jeno says sarcastically

“ i’m really excited to hang out with you jen i feel like we’ve been apart for so long” jen, the name you gave him years ago when you two first met, it made his heart flutter since the first time you ever called him that silly nickname

“ me too y/n, i know i’m always busy but no matter how tired i am i’m always down to come see you whenever you’d like”

your heart skipped a beat hearing that come from him

once arriving to the destination everyone sprints to pick a bed room, every time you go on trips together picking rooms is always a “ first come first serve” sort of deal

“ well i guess we’re rooming together” jeno laughs as you two are the last ones inside the cabin, after unpacking and getting settled everyone went out and did their own thing, jaemin and renjun went to the store, chenle and jisung went exploring and you and jeno stayed in trying to plan out activities for tomorrow

dinner time rolled around and jaemin was in charge of cooking the meat while everyone else helped out with all the other dishes, sitting by the fire listening to the boys talk about what is on their minds you slowly begin to drift off causing your body to lean onto renjuns arm, he notices this and gently moves your head into a comfortable position on his shoulder while his hands rake through you hair

jeno walks back to the group “ i got the marshmallows” he says excitedly, he sees the position you are in with renjun and his smile immediately disappears “ let me bring her upstairs i don’t want her to be sore in the morning from sleeping sitting up” jeno says

jeno begins to pick you up “ no i want to stay out here” you mumble, jeno sighs and begins to put you back down, renjun on the other hand can tell that jeno isn’t a fan of you sleeping on him “ jeno why don’t you bring her over to your seat” renjun suggests. jeno sets you down on his lap as he wraps his arms around you making sure you don’t slip

it was obvious that you and jeno were in love with each other, everyone knew it except the two of you, once the fire began to die the group headed inside getting ready for bed saying goodnight to eachother

“you wanna shower first or??” jeno asks

“ oh you can go first i don’t mind” you respond

as the water turns off you begin grabbing your shower supplies so you can get in after him, jeno opens the door with nothing but a towel around his waist, wet messy hair, water droplets dripping down his toned muscles

“ sorry i forgot my clothes” he apologizes as you scramble your way into the bathroom

water hitting your head you try to clear you head of the thoughts you’re thinking about jeno “ no this is wrong hes your best friend” you say to yourself

once both of you are finished with your night routine you lay in bed together but as far as you both can possibly get.

“ night y/n”

“night jeno”

you turn off the light and fall into a deep sleep

the sun shine in your eyes causes you to stir awake, making your way to the kitchen is chenle and jaemin making breakfast

“ had fun last night” jaemin taunts

“ oh shut up that’s gross, how many times do i have to tell you nothing is going on between us” you rant

eventually everyone wakes up and eats before the big day ahead of them starting with them going on a kayaking trip

“ come on we’re going to be late” renjun yells as everyone rushes out the door

“ you want to do a double or a single” jeno asks as you are waiting in line to check in

“ i wanna go with you” you smile at him

“ is it because you just can’t get away from me” he suggests

“ yeah totally it’s not the fact that you’re the strongest one here and can row by yourself if my little arms get tired” you joke, jeno pretends to sulk as you get situated in your kayak

the trip was a blast, kayaking was easy with jeno

jaemin and renjun on the other hand tipped their kayak into the water

once everyone had finished you guys headed home all pretty tired from being out in the sun for hours, dropping your stuff in the room you get cleaned up and all decided to watch a movie and order food

you and jeno sat on the couch while the others sat in chairs or on the floor, laying on his chest, legs tangled together, his heartbeat almost luring you off to sleep,the tension between you and jeno during the movie had you rethinking about your relationship with him

after the movie was over the boys said there goodnights and went in their rooms

“ wanna go in the hot tub” jeno suggests

“ sure that sounds fun”

you change into you bathing suit walking out to meet jeno who’s already in the hot tub

“ this feels nice” jeno states

“ mhm, i had a lot of fun today”

“ me too, we should definitely do this again”

“ yeah maybe next time just us” jeno moves closer to you

“maybe i want you all to myself”you lock eyes with him for what seems to be forever

“ is that right?” you taunt him moving your face closer to his

“ god your so hot” he whispers into your ear

“ can i kiss you” he asks before you could answer you roughly place your lips on his, jeno pulls you into his lap resting one hand on your cheek and the other on your ass

“ i’ve wanted this for so long baby”

“ oh you have no idea jen, i need you so bad” jeno takes the hint and pulls his swim trunks down, sliding your bathing suit bottom to the side and lining his dick with your pussy he guides your body down taking every inch of him

“ oh my god jeno fuck you’re huge” you moan in pleasure

“ you feel so good baby keep going”

body bouncing up and down as jeno takes your top off sucking on your tits, jeno pulls you off picking you up and placing you on the edge of the hot tub, you wrap your legs around his torso as he glides his dick in once again

“ fuck baby girl you’re so wet for me” jeno groans placing his head in the crook of your neck giving it kisses

“ i’m gonna cum jeno”

“ wait for me baby i’m almost there” his thrusts become erratic and he’s pounding into you fastly chasing his high

“ jeno i cant wait any longer i need to cum” you whisper scream

“ i’m ready, cum for me baby” the two of you release at the same time, sounds of moans being intertwined between the two of you, jeno pulls out watching his cum leak out of your tiny pussy

“ that was best sex i’ve ever had” he says looking up at you

“ yeah right” you laugh rolling your eyes

“ y/n im being so serious, you wanna know why” he asks kissing your lips gently

“ yeah tell me” you raise your eyebrows

“ this is the first time i’ve had sex with someone i’m truly in love with” you look up at him with sparkles in your eyes

“ y/n im in love with you, i’ve always had been, i just never thought you saw me in that way” he says locking eyes with you

“ i’m in love with you too jeno, from the moment i saw you im been so deeply in love, god how did we not know?”

“ i feel so stupid” he states, jeno picks you up as you wrap your arms and legs around him, lips moving together

“ can i ask you something”

“anything jen”

“ will you be my girlfriend”

“ yes a million times yes” you place your lips back onto his.

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i hope you enjoy, give me some requests if you’d like??

[clumsiestgiantess]

Day 9: Lonely

What’s lonelier than the void of space? An empty volatile planet in the void of space!

You’re a little more than halfway back to camp when the earthquake starts.  This part of the planet is barren and rather unstable, you know that much — which is extremely unlucky for you.  There’s nothing for you to hold on to as the rock shudders beneath your feet, so you hug the ground in a desperate hope that it will save you.  

When you signed up to be the on-board computational analyst for this journey to another potentially-terraformable planet, you had no idea it would require going outside on missions once you actually got there.

With your horrible luck, the open landscape you stand on splits wide open mere feet away, and all you can do is beg that your end will be swift.  Face pressed to the rock, you squeeze your eyes shut and wait.  However, as the groaning of ever-shifting tectonic plates comes to an uneasy rest, you realize that you’ve been spared.  

Lifting your dust-covered form off the ground, you can now survey the damage dealt by the quake.  Your vehicle didn’t survive the split in the ground — having tipped into the long gaping gorge that appeared.  At this point, you're just happy to have survived, yourself.

The newly-formed chasm gapes open far too wide for you to even think of crossing it here, so you pull yourself together and turn back the way you came, examining the planet's surface for a new way back to base.  This new planet has both water and breathable air, but otherwise it isn’t very hospitable.

As you turn your back on the chasem, you notice the distinct feeling you're being watched.  There are a few potential threats on this planet, but nothing that might cause you to feel so threatened.  Then again, there are likely hundreds more dangers that you and your exploration crew have yet to discover.  

Before you dare turn around to see what the earthquake had unleashed upon the surface, you can hear the echoing rumble of some big thing shifting — sliding out of the chasem.  Feeling that this is your final moment alive, you offer up another sad plea to the universe before turning around.  

What you find behind you is equal parts frightening and mesmerizing. It turns your blood to ice and momentarily stops your heart.  An eye.  A glowing human-like eye watches you from the gorge.  It's as tall as you are, and about as wide as the length of a pickup truck.  You can't help but stand there in awe.  Though your fight-or-flight instincts scream at you to run, you can only stand and stare right back.  

Silently watching eachother, you realize that it's not just you who are fascinated by the apparition.  This eye holds the same curious gaze that you wear yourself, albeit it’s hard to look at for long.  Staring at it is like staring into a headlight, glowing brightly with telltale waves of heat emanating from it.

Suddenly, everything shifts and the being rises.  You tuck yourself down to the ground again, left unsure whether the quakes were caused by this massive thing, or whether the quakes were what woke it.  

When the shaking subsides, you look up to find yourself staring at a terrifyingly large smile.  It isn’t rude or cruel, but a rather kindhearted smile.  Nonetheless, you find your instincts springing back to life and your mind again screaming at you to run.  After all, each of its teeth are about the size of your head — if not bigger.  

You scramble backwards and eventually turn and flee.  The small jagged hills of the planet's terrain aren’t that far off.  You don't stop until you reach them.  When you finally get within their weak safety, you chance a glance backwards.  

The size of this strange being is almost too much to comprehend, and you throw your body weight backwards to a screeching halt that sends rocky dust floating up almost comically.  To the being, you probably haven't gone very far, but you feel like you've just finished sprinting a marathon.  Studying it at a further distance, you finally have the chance to understand what it looks like as it rises.

Its skin is a shocking void black.  Almost as if the being was made purely by the outline of an endless hole.  However, the silhouette itself is distinctly human — or half of it is.  Half its body is rigid and clear against the clouded sky, while the other half fades into dissipating tendrils; they billow and sift in the space around it like inky smoke.  The thing's eyes are the only feature that stands out against its body, and even they disappear into the empty darkness every so often as it blinks.  You had seen these up close.  They were shockingly golden, burning so brightly they almost seemed pure white.

The most terrifying thing is the sheer size of it — the unfathomable scale of something somehow living yet impossibly large.  Its torso is barely above the side of the chasm, yet the top of its head looked like it might be brushing the edge of the atmosphere.  You lean so far back to look at it, you fall over backwards and realize it’s easier to look at laying on the ground — like you’re stargazing instead of watching a living being.

Tears well in your eyes and you stare unblinking as it leans down over the hills where you hid.  Light from the close stars seems to be sucked directly into the being’s form. The sky grows pitch black.  It’s like being in a place in the middle of the night, with the only weak stretches of light ebbing in from far off in the distance — wherever this titan’s body ends.  

An eclipse of a planet.. by a single being.

In a spectacularly horrifying way, it’s easier for your mind to comprehend that the world is being pulled into a blackhole than it is to think anything about this could possibly resemble a humanoid figure simply bending over.  It’s searching for you, only its head must not be close.  The light of its eyes would’ve given it away.  You’re safe from the colossus, for now.  

As if the universe had sensed your heart calming down, another round of quakes start up again.  This time is more violent than the last.  When you scream you don’t even care that it will give up your position to the titan.  A chunk of rock tumbles off the sharply-carved hills directly in front of you.  Only a bit further back and your life would’ve been over.

In a panic, you try to find a way out, but the only escape you knew has just been blocked.  You try to climb around the fallen debris, but only manage to twist your ankle.  Pain immediately forces you back.  Amid the horrific groans of the stone around you, the sky — no wait.. the living being — shifts above you as two glowing lights drift closer.  Suddenly, you hear the crackle of rocks shattering.  A landslide hurdles its way down the jagged slope.  Before you can even process how much danger you're in, even the last bits of light get snuffed out, and the world goes dark.

At first you think you're dead. 

Maybe you are dead. 

No, you can still feel the pain in your ankle.  Everything's black.  Were you blinded?  You think you would be in a lot more pain if that were the case.  Shifting slightly, you sit up, and you begin to feel as if you’re on an elevator of some kind.  The entire platform of whatever you’re sitting on is rising into the air.  You don't even need your vision to feel the vertigo.  Light pours in, and you shield your eyes.  Four, no, five pillars of coal stand around you, each one at least twice as wide as yourself.  At last, a familiar figure settles into view, and you realize in gut-wrenching horror where you must be.

You are in the palm of the behemoth.  You are at its mercy.  With one finger, it could easily end your life.  Being so close, you can see more of its facial features — the vague outline of a nose, the glint of what might be eyelids.  Again, they are strangely human.  

The being doesn't seem malicious.  More accurately, it doesn’t seem like it’s doing anything besides staring directly at and through you.  Warily, you beg it to put you down.  That gigantic expression shifts in a confused sort of way.  You guess that it either doesn't speak your language, or it can't hear you clearly enough at such a small size.  

Rapidly, you think through what to do, but it's hard to think clearly at this height.  There isn’t much air up here.  You try to calm yourself.  Think rationally, breathe deeply.  Clearly, whatever or whoever this thing is does not intend to hurt you.  In fact, you’re fairly sure it just saved your life.  So, reasonably, you don't have to be so anxious.  Yet, you’re visibly shaking in fear, and your vision is starting to swim.

You long for the ground and remember the gorge.  If you yelled down it, there would be a rather loud echo.  Loud enough for this thing to hear you?  You hope so.  You hope that it's a matter of volume, not language.  

This time, when you ask the being to put you down, you make a show of pointing to the ground.  It seems to understand you this time.  Just like before, you feel a sense of vertigo, but soon the gigantic hand slows to a stop.  You try to stand, but the being prefers to slide you off itself instead; tilting its hand until you tumble down to the rocky ground.  

When you hit the rocks, pain explodes through your ankle and you cry out.  The being seems a bit taken aback, then rushes towards you.  Actually, it’s back in the gorge.  Only its single hand races towards you.  Its massive digits stretch across the open plain, searching for you.  You yell again, this time in fear, and beg it to stop its advance.  The being hesitates for a moment, and you throw yourself upward, fighting against the throbbing pain in your leg to get to the chasm.  Your echo idea had better work.

At the chasem's edge, you peer down.  The being settles back into the deep gorge below, its body melding into the dark.  You watch in awe from the side.  It's incredible how something so massive can move so fluidly — impossible, even.

"Hello?" you call down the gorge.  Just as you hoped, there is an echo.  "Please, can you understand me?  What are-"  You stop short as the being slides directly in front of you, and you stagger backwards at its surprisingly agile movement.  However, you can see that something has changed.  The being's expression shifts from curious to excited; now it watches you eagerly.  

"Galaxies above!  I had no idea your kind had a language!  I have always thought you simply made weird noises.  Now this means I can speak with you!  Am I mimicking it right?  Oh I hope I am!"

You fall to the ground, pressing your hands over your ears.  Your vision is nothing but splotchy shapes and colors, and your head throbs in pain.  The being's voice alone is loud enough to kill you.

You’ve been feeling small since the day you left Earth, but never have you felt so insignificant in your life.

When your vision finally corrects itself, you slowly uncover your ears only to find that you're bleeding from them.  That can't be good.  Again, you hobble towards the cliffside to try to communicate with this thing.  It does look a bit apologetic towards you.  Language barrier or not, you were very obviously hurt.  

"I'm begging you, don't do that again.  I-  I think I'll die."  You surprise even yourself by how defeated you sound, but then again, you’re powerless.  If this thing wanted to, it could ignore you and burst your eardrums.

"I am sorry.  Is this better?"

It sounds terrifying.  An eerie whisper that’s both obviously quiet and still loud at the same time — like someone whispering through a megaphone, and the audio was playing from every speaker known to man.  However, it doesn’t hurt your ears to listen. 

"Yes," you answer weakly, "that's better."  You flop onto the ground, exhausted and relieved.  The being drifts closer and you quickly sit up in alarm.

"Are you alright?"

You shudder at the unsettling sound it makes when it whispers.  "I.. no," you say after assessing the pain in your head and ankle.  Your ears stopped bleeding, but your injuries are painful.  "I'm hurt."

"Did I hurt you?"

The being sounds genuinely concerned for you, and possibly a little upset.  "Well, at first I only twisted my ankle, but when you spoke… Yes, you hurt me."  You find that you’re almost afraid to admit this to the behemoth.  Now it definitely seems upset.  The being's hand reaches out and hovers closer to you, but you flinch and they retreat away slightly.

"You need help, but you are alone."

You honestly think it’s threatening you at first, but you realize that it’s just the being's way of speaking.  It was only making an observation.  "I'm not alone," you correct them, "There's a camp of people like me out beyond this ravine."  The being turns to look behind itself, then back at you.  It gives you a pitying gaze and your stomach drops.

"I think you are alone."

As it said this, the being moved aside to reveal what was left of your camp.  The quakes had all but demolished it.  

You refuse to believe this.  

"No!  T- Take me across!  That.. that can't be..  Just get me to the other side!"  It cautiously obliges; holding out its hand to the edge of the chasem like a ferry across.  You ride it over the chasm, and it continues to hold you until you’re lowered down onto the ground in front of the camp.  The being seems to remember that you'd been hurt when it let you off before.  This time, it lets you climb off, yourself.  

"Please, someone," you beg under your breath, "someone must've survived."  However, the longer you look the more you’re certain: there’s no one left.  There’s barely even a camp left.  The being is right.  You are alone.  On your own on a foreign planet; devoid of life except for this strange ethereal being.  What would possibly become of you?  

You could only hope the supply ship would arrive sometime soon.  Without it, you're stranded.  No food, no water, not on this part of the planet, anyway.  Thankfully the atmosphere holds plenty of oxygen, but what does it matter if you have nothing else to survive?  The ship will come.  It has to.  Until then, it's just you and the being.  

Alone with the personification of The End itself.

[metalheads-trash-bin]

What are your trolls hc if you have any?

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING

1. John Dory has OCD, i feel that brought a lot of issues and it had a lot to do with why he behaved how he did when he was younger. A lot of people have this head canon!

2. If Creek survived, he would be redeemable and I do truly believe he holds guilt and regret. In some stuff from the trolls art concepts he seems a lot sadder about what he’d done, and theres a few deleted scenes - one being where if chef didn’t die shed “clean dishes with his head as a rag” and showed a drawing of her using his body as a handle and his head as a cleaner. I also think Creek had a lot more going on internally (you can check my analysis rant about him for more detail!).

3. Branch absolutely suffers from chronic depression, no matter how happy he is the effects never fully go away. At the end of band together his colors were diluted even though he was happy, that most likely being because the reunion brought up a lot of buried trauma.

4.Floyd is no better depression wise, his ears are downturned permanently the same as his. I believe at some point during the separation he had an intense bout of depression and grief, especially since he’s labeled as “the sensitive one”.

5. Poppy and Viva have some sort of audhd. Both of then can be seen stimming, having trouble keeping attention spans, and fixating on certain things,

6. King peppy has dementia or some sort of memory issue, in a deleted scene it’s revealed that he does. He forgets who poppy is and even who he is, having a lapse in memory and even asking poppy who king peppy is.

7. I do of course also have a bunch of ship pairings I enjoy, and a lot of them are based on head canons and perceptions of the characters. And i have some head canons of sexualities, gender, etc..but! That would most likely be a separate post as that can be controversial for this community :’)

8. I believe that trolls of all kinds would slowly explore and live in eachother’s genres, some even starting families there.

Those are just what I can think of off the top of my head <3

[the-dixon-effect]

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Part 2 - Reasons to Take More

A/N: part 2 of a series requested by @matilda4eve which you can find here! you can also find part 1 of the series here

summary: Daryl finally confesses his feelings for Y/N after a somewhat drunken accident.

era: season 6, pre-Negan Alexandria

pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

words: 2k

warnings: swearing, mentions of stitches, nothing really

The kiss was slow, pure, and flavoured by unadulterated need. Perhaps if you were less wasted on cheap whiskey and cigarettes, you would have used your remaining consciousness to enjoy the moment a little more. Daryl tasted like... fuck, you weren't imagining what he tasted like. You had spirited away to your own fantasy land where all that existed in the world was you and him. Daryl kissed like... a man learning a foreign language, having only learned the present tense and second person. Only now, only you.

Your tongues swirled around and desperately explored the parts of eachother that had seemed so unreachable before. Daryl's left hand rested on the curve of your hip while the other settled for the back of your neck, gently grabbing sections of your soft hair and pulling you in closer. Soon, you became aware of the need for oxygen as the pit in your stomach rose and you pulled away; only slightly.

And the rest was a blur. It was likely that you had wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and continued your heated make-out session. Perhaps he'd lifted you up effortlessly and placed you over his lap not once breaking the distance between you. Perhaps he'd let his hands traverse the expanse of your body.

It didn't matter now, of course, as you lay awake in your own bed, struck by a terrible headache and a burning desire to go back to sleep. Your eyes fluttered open and immediately snapped shut at the bright light streaming in through your bedroom window. You winced, still feeling the effect of sunlight breaching your eyelids. Were you... hungover? You sat upright and, keeping your eyes firmly closed, you attempted to cast your mind back to whatever events could have transpired yesterday to have you feeling like this in the morning. It felt like even thinking seemed to hurt. What had you done previously that day? You're a doctor. So you went to work in the infirmary as normal. Stitches- somebody needed stitches. Daryl... Dixon. Needed stitches. Then... you went to check on him later to see how he was doing. He might have offered you a drink, right? Thank God nothing happened, you thought, as you looked around the room just grateful to be in your own bed.

You didn't remember.

Daryl woke up in a similar manner, having tossed and turned all night regarding the events of the evening, utterly aggravated by the morning light causing his head to pound like a drum. He didn't even remember the fresh stitches that peppered his chest from only yesterday. This time, however, his mind was scattered with thoughts and memories of you, and that beautiful kiss. No, no, she was drunk. Shit, she didn't want this, she doesn't want you. Daryl could almost hear his older brother's voice. How could a pretty girl like her want a redneck piece of shit like you? That's right, she doesn't. And she never will.

Drunk girls kiss anyone they see, right? There's no way she meant it, not for Daryl anyway. Still, thoughts of Y/N stirred with hungover curses and regretful denials in the fuzzy mess that was Daryl's mind. Damn, it was good, though. He would give just about anything for the affirmation that you really did want to kiss him, just so he could do it again. How was he supposed to go on now? What would happen if you remembered as well? You might hate him for it. You might never want to speak to him again. Anyone would be able to sense the awkward air that floated between the two of you when he visited the infirmary. Shit, he really fucked this one up. He should've known you wouldn't be able to handle your liquor and waited till you were sober. Come on man, be realistic. Y/N would never kiss you sober.

Putting his mind to rest, Daryl got out of bed deciding that it was probably way past sunrise. Maybe Carol would have some words of advice for him?

He dismissed the idea of a shower and headed out towards the more central area of the town searching for Carol, who he figured he might spot practising her social endeavours under the alias of a sweet housewife. Daryl hoped to God that he wouldn't run into you, just for the sake of not having to deal with this situation right now. He recognized Carol perched next to that man, Tobin, on his porch sat a little closer to each other than seemed normal. He didn't want to interrupt, but, he desperately needed assistance from someone familiar with that kind of department. And soon, before he went doing something he'd regret later.

"Hey, can I borrow ya' for a sec?" he called out, hoping the man wouldn't seem too bothered.

"Yeah, sure!" she laughed and muttered something of an apology to the man by her side and bounced down the front steps. She was truly milking it out with this persona. Heading to walk down the road so the two of them weren't idly standing in front of Tobin's house, Daryl began to speak, albeit a little hesitantly.

"There's sumthin' I gotta ask ya," he drawled, reluctant to speak the next words in fear of humiliation.

"What it is?" she continued to stare blankly at him, hoping that something interesting might actually be happening in this town for once instead of his usual rants about hunting and weaponry.

"It's, uhh- It's Y/N, y'know, the doctor," he began cautiously. He hadn't much opened up about his love life (or lack thereof) to anyone before, maybe with the exception of his brother, who insisted on scolding him for his inability and unwillingness to bring chicks home.

"Ooh, she's pretty. So what's going on, you got a crush on her?" she started.

"Well, I dunno'. Not till last night. We, uh- She came over and we ended up havin' a drink and we talked and then-" This was the part Daryl was dreading. He pondered as to how his friend might react. "We kissed," his voice trailed off.

"Oh my gosh, Daryl, that is so exciting!" she exclaimed, cheerfully and proudly, as though she were a mother at her child's graduation.

"Lay it off,"

"Alright fine. But really, I am happy for you. So what's the problem?"

"Well, y'know, she was drunk, and so was I. I dun' think she's gonna remember. Dun' think she wanted it at all,"

"Daryl, don't be silly. Of course, she wanted it. Girls don't go 'round kissing anyone they see, even where they're shitfaced drunk. Not smart girls like Y/N," she reassured him, hoping that it was enough to actually make him do something about the situation.

"So wha' do I do?" he drawled.

"I say, talk to her about it. Find out if she remembers or not, and tell her what happened either way. And tell her how you feel." she spoke, optimistically.

"What if she dun' like me back?"

"What's the worst that can happen? A few awkward check-ups next time you visit the infirmary? Besides, I've got a good feeling that she really likes you. She may have slipped something to me a couple weeks ago about a little crush she had on a certain archer,"

"Huh? What else she say?" Daryl sounded confused and surprised.

"That is not information that I am allowed to disclose." she paused a moment. "Daryl likes a girl! This is finally happening!"

"Shut up," he began, with the slightest of chuckles. "It's not... completely unheard of..."

She hummed for a second in consideration. "Yes it is." she said matter-of-factly. Pointing to the house that was the designated hospital, she spoke up once more in excitement, "See look! There's your chance, just go inside and talk to her. I promise things will go well,"

"Alright'," Daryl braced himself to enter the infirmary, working up enough courage just to step inside a place that seemed... so full of you. In a good way. "Tell me how it goes!" he heard a high voice exclaim from outside just as he shut the door behind him.

The place was empty. He paced around, silent on his feet as a result of years of hunting and tracking practice. This meant, however, that when he stepped into a room with you sat behind a desk engrossed in what seemed to be stacks of medical reports, you were very startled when you looked up to see Daryl standing in front of you. If you had taken more notice, you would have seen that he, too, was a little startled.

"Hey, what's up?" you spoke cheerfully, despite Daryl seeming a bit on edge. It took him a moment to respond.

"Can I talk to ye' for a minute?" You can't say you didn't miss that sweet Southern drawl of his.

"Yeah, sure, what's this about?" You stood up and made your way around the desk to stand in front of the leather jacket-clad man. Despite your efforts, this only made him more nervous.

"Listen, uhh- last night-" began before you interrupted, and a part of him was thankful that you did.

"Shit, did something happen?" you brought a palm up to your forehead looking a little embarrassed. You racked your brain again for any trace of a memory, but, nothing. "I know I was with you, and I know I woke up really hungover this morning. I hope I didn't embarrass myself, I'm sorry, I can't remember anything,"

"Nah, nah, it ain't like that. 'M sorry. We were talkin' an', both of us were shitfaced drunk. You uhh- you told me ta' kiss you an'- and we did,"

Your face was contorting in an unreadable expression, but you weren't saying anything. You didn't seem that... surprised? But you weren't shocked or confused either. For a moment it looked like you were in deep thought.

"I'm sorry, I was drunk, I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or annoyed or anything..."

"No, I didn't mean it that way at all- I mean... I ain't annoyed, I just... wanted ta' know if it meant sumthin'," his voice trailed off and he looked around the room, attempting to distract himself from staring too deeply into your gorgeous eyes.

"Daryl... that's actually really sweet. None of the guys I've ever made out with at parties have ever come back to talk to me, they just wanted to get into my pants," you were smiling. Daryl fidgeted at the idea of getting into your pants. "I mean, if you're sure it happened, then it definitely meant something. I don't just go around kissing anyone, especially not in- well, the apocalypse. I really trust you Daryl, you're the bravest guy I know. Also, I uhh... I think you're really hot." you tried to avert your gaze, but his stormy blue eyes were magnetic. You stared up at the man, smiling, waiting for a reply and silently praying that he shared your feelings.

Instead of a spoken response, he lifted his right hand and ghosted it across your jawline. The two of you smirked simultaneously and closed the distance between you. Finally, you could enjoy the taste and scent of the man without kissing him to fulfill an intoxicated impulse. Your mouths fit perfectly together like a jigsaw puzzle, and melted into one another. Daryl tasted like pinewood and delicious cigarette smoke, and you - candy apples and honey.

You pulled away - only slightly - and rested your forehead against his. Staring down at your feet, you tried to think of something, anything to say that made this situation any less strange. "Oh, um- how are the stitches?" you said, and then giggled at the futility of your question.

"They're fine. Already forgot 'bout 'em." You couldn't help yourself, his voice only driving you on further. You leaned in again, sweetly pecking him on the lips before your next suggestion,

"Do you maybe wanna stay here? Keep me company? I mean, just in case you've got nothing else going on today. Gets a little lonely in here."

"That'd be perfect."

[nctangelz]

( 💌 ) LOADING . . . MONIQUE WITH NCT 127!

TAEYONG

MOM AND DAD!!! everyone always jokes that they are the parents / stressed mom and dad / co-leaders of NCT. taeyong said he offered the leader role to monique pre-debut, but she declined because she insisted that taeyong was the one who earned it 🥺. moni and taeyong are always seen watching in the corner as chaos begins…waiting together until they have to intervene.

tae + moni are probably the closest out of everyone in NCT, they grew up eachother living as neighbors, so they go WAY back. they love sharing stories from school to nctzens! moni always jokes that taeyong will be the one to walk her down the aisle when she marries (since yk, her dad left to get milk and never came back 💀), and taeyong doesn’t believe it…but she really does mean it! their relationship is just so precious, we love to see it!

JOHNNY

BESTIESSSSS, johnny & monique just clicked when they met as trainees, and instantly hit it off!! they bonded over the fact they were away from home, and they both taught each other things about their country! moni even successfully taught johnny how to speak in french somewhat! she accidentally switches from english to french when she’s have conversations w/ johnny, and johnny just stands there like 🧍‍♂️ i have no idea what your saying.

johnny loves to take moni on little adventures and they are always going sight seeing or going to other cities to explore whenever they have downtime! she is often a guest on JCC … even if she isn’t tagging along for the activity she finds a way to be in it, even if she’s unwilling. they always have a blast together! it’s so easy for moni & johnny to talk to each other and moni loves that she gets to relax around johnny and know she’s going to have a good time!

YUTA

THE BADDIES of NCT. lemme tell you, yuta & moni? baddest besties alive, they look like the could kill you, but actually are the sweetest duo known to earth. they are always hyping each other up and whenever they go out, they are DRESSSSEDD. they love to express themselves in anyway, and they are each other’s biggest supporters.

the two of them are always stirring the pot whenever they are eachother, they love to make stuff up and convince everyone it’s true and just mess with everyone…it’s typically doyoung or taeyong that realize their antics and in moni’s words “ruin the fun” they are also always just doing crazy things and the members are lowkey scared of them, esp moni. yuta brings out the chaotic side of her members never thought could ever exist 😭😭

DOYOUNG

doyoung just wants to worry and care for moni like a gentlemen, but moni makes it SO HARD. she’s always harassing him and making fun of him, and doyoung is just like 💀 girl be so for real rn. he would be in the middle of doing something for her like opening a chip bag and moni just starts screaming “YAH, DOYOUNG, DO YOU THINK IM INCAPABLE JUST BECAUSE IM A WOMEN? YOU DONT THINK I HAVE MUSCLES? HOW RUDE.” and doyoung is like WTF. he just looks at her with his crazy eyes and gives up 😭😭

but dw, doyoung will harass her right back and moni will giggle and say sorry. he always worries about her and makes sure she’s eating and drinking and will always try and prevent her from making self-sabotaging decisions…but does she listen? 9 times out of 10 she doesn’t but yk, he tried!!

JAEHYUN

moni is sooo affectionate around jaehyun, he just looks so cozy and comfy! whenever she sees him she loves to tackle him in a hug and lay her entire body weight on him. jae is dying while moni is in her own world, happy as could be. jae & moni are inseparable once together though, once they hang out and spend time together; there’s no going back. they will spend time together until moni passes out and takes a cat nap…and jaehyun just goes back to playing games.

moni & jaehyun are such a great team when playing games, because moni is really good at creating strategy and working out puzzles, while jaehyun has the muscle to actually execute the mission. moni always takes his strength to her advantage, for example having him carry her bags or even her when she’s super tired…not that jae minds though. he likes that moni allows him to protect her!!! if someone were to mess w/ moni…you better hide from jaehyun, he is moni’s #1 defender.

JUNGWOO

jungwoo LOVES to listen to moni. whenever moni needs someone to talk to to either vent or just talk about built up ideas in her head, she goes to jungwoo. he loves listening to his older sister talk…even if he’s worried for her mental health. he will always be moni’s shoulder to rest on! he will listen and let her talk, and then the two of them will work it out together…or just do something to cheer themselves up!

moni adores jungwoo with all her heart, she will spoil him always. if he briefly mentions wanting something one day, she’ll buy it and hide it until his bday/christmas. she would do anything for woo, and it’s so precious! all the members complain that jungwoo is her favorite because she always is doing stuff for him, and she will swear up and down she doesn’t have a favorite….but jungwoo knows he’s the favorite <3

MARK

mark is moni’s child - she’s always worried…she’s worried about his health but also worried about just how he acts. mark will say some weird stuff and moni is just standing there like 😀 should i be concerned? but besides her worries, mark makes her laugh SO MUCH. she will try and hold in her giggles..but mark makes it impossible 😭

make probably visits moni’s apartment the most out of 127, he likes to come visit after a long day when he needs to just power down and be in silence for awhile. moni always lets him crash in her bed and let him relax….she will usually just sleep on her couch or spend time in her studio. she will always make him breakfast before he leaves too! moni will always understand and let him come over when he needs to be alone…but he also comes and visits and watches movies with her! he tolerates her movies as long as she makes him food 🥺

HAECHAN

haechan will harass moni just like he will the other members, but moni just smiles and pats his head in response. moni will always have a soft spot for her younger members, and they can’t help but crumble under her love <3. moni will always be there to gently pat his head and tell him it’s okay…which causes him to be even more chaotic 💀, haechan just sticks his tongue out at moni and carries on

but haechan loves loves loves moni, he will always hug her and cling on to her, and moni just smiles and wraps him up in her arms. she took care of him and the dreamies a lot during training days because they were so young…so moni is lowkey haechan’s 2nd mom. haechan always knows he can rely on moni to save him whenever he is loosing or getting picked on too!!! moni will defend haechan until the day she dies <3

tags :: @yjjnfied

[ghoulish-fiction]

For those of you who like my "ghouls are a human and a demon smashed into one" headcannon, here's some notes copy and pasted from my notes app. Its a list of ghouls, in no particular order, and what I think becoming a ghoul was like for them and what theyre like now. Kinda. Very much subject to change. Cut for length. Enjoy byyyyeeee. ✌🤟🖤

Dewdrop: early on the human and fire had an incredibly hard time adjusting, so water had to be in charge. She took good care of them all, but she grew exhausted. Human and fire have finally been able to step up and have meshed nicly. They are waiting for water to be ready to join them. They are thankful to her for what she did for them. 

Aether: human and quint were so compatible and so enamored with eachother that they became one in record time, and their love for eachother, for themself, for their life, has spilled out into their pack. This is why Aether is a lover, healer, protecter because he is a love story. (I wrote this a few days ago and now i kinda hate it idk)

Rain: half joined with human being the more dominant personality most of the time, can be a bit moody because of this. Water is very powerful and lustful. Human shares this hunger but doesnt know how to act on it so they gladly let water take control and sate their needs and desires. This applies to the bedroom and the hunting grounds. On stage, its all human. He loves the spot light. Its what he's always wanted to do. 

Phantom: not as young and dumb as everyone paints him to be. He is young though. But also insanely powerful. His youth and sweet personality decieve people. He joined with an absolute power house of a demon. The demon was so powerful that the poor guy almost didnt make it. His body lay comatose for a while. In that time however, the two beings grew to know eachother completely and soon became one. So when he awake, transition was easy mentally, but challenging physically. He's extremely confident and comfortable with himself.

Cirrus and Cumulus: they have always been a package deal in my mind idk why. So they are two humans who were in love who joined with two demons who were in love. They are both half joined like Rain, but Cirrus tends be lead by the demon, while Cumulus tends to be lead by the human. But really its a toss up of who is at the wheel at any given. This is why either of them can have some wild mood swings from time to time. They are a two person polycule.

Phil: demon doesnt have elemental powers but his inherent power is strong, but he is like never around. Just kinda there for the ride. So human takes the lead. That's why Phil is very much just a dude lol.

Swiss: a rare creature indeed. Human, quint, fire, and air. The three demons were part of a large pack, but tragedy struck. In the end there was only the three of them left, with air barely hanging on. They took a last ditch effort and sought to become a ghoul to save air, it was the only way. They were a package deal because they refused to lose anybody else and because air would need their strength. The ritual was sucessful, and all four parties made it. They all bonded easily into one, making our beloved Swiss. His air powers are very subtle because air would never fully recover. 

Swiss is so very dedicated to his pack and insistant on having a good relationship with everyone because of the demons past, but the human had strong feelings about family before too. (I kinda hate this even more than Aether's idk)

Mountain: the human and the demon met accidentally on a fine summer day. The human was out foraging when they saw strange tracks. They thought it was an injured animal, so they tracked the animal with the hope of finding it and helping it. What they found though, was a demon. The demon was longing for its old simple human life. It was exploring the surface, admiring the world they so had so dearly loved, thinking it was far from humans. The two came to know eachother well and decided to join together. Fully joined into one but it was a very long process. They let it happen naturally.

[bibibbon]

Hey Bibi! I was thinking on my ask about Sukuna and Yuuji working better as twins and another point I just thought of is isn't one of Sukuna's monikersis that he is a "God with two faces".

If the Twin theory was true, this would be literal in the narrative of the Jujutsu - Sukuna would be both himself "the king of curses" and Yuuji an extremely capable sorcerer , Sukuna's nemesis and former vessel as well as the "one chosen by the black flash."

With this theory, they would truly be two sides of the same coin.

Plus, the narrative potential of this move for Yuuji is immense - it creates more of an identity crisis for Yuuji than the "Sukuna's nephew" one does because there's more of a familial distance there so he would find it easier to double down on the hatred he feels to distance himself from Sukuna and kill him anyway.

With the twin theory, there's the parallels to Maki which I also like - I feel like she would have been perfect in supporting Yuuji with this revelation. I could see her also feeling disgusted with Sukuna's hatred as, although Maki and her had rough patches in thier relationship, she would have never done the things to her twin that Sukuna did to Yuuji.

Anyway, let me know your thoughts!

Hi @doodlegirl1998 👋

Sorry for not answering sooner

Hmm now that I think about it I am leaning more into having sukuna and yuji be twins especially because kenjaku did say that he viewed yujis role as him coexisting with sukuna. The paneling of that manga panel also emphasises the whole same coin different sides theme that the two have going on. Sukuna being the natural menace with two faces and yuji being picked by the black flashes is such an interesting title that needs to be explored by gege.

Sometimes I do like to think that yuji is basically Jin with no wasted potential.

However, I still think it's hella interesting the relationship and rivalry they have considering that they had to share a body and their souls are quite similar. Yuji considering that his body was made due to the residual of one of sukunas fingers has way more of sukuna's similarities and all than his own father Jin itadori. Also, yuji being related to sukuna in any way would definitely cause him an identity crisis which I really want gege to explore. I also wish gege would explore itadoris thoughts behind him being half curse and being related to kenjaku (I doubt he would fully do that though).

I do remember stating in one of your asks that if sukuna and yuji were twins it would highlight their parallels with the zenin twins. I still think that the arguement somewhat stands but instead of twins it's yuji and choso being paralleled siblings with the zenin twins. There's also the fact that sukuna doesn't seem to be directly hateful concerning Jin itadori and their relationship (Jin and sukuna) could be loosely paralleled to maki and mai.

I do definitely see your point with maki being perfect to help yuji with this and to be honest I really wish that they had more screentime interacting with eachother. Whenever we see maki and itadori together they're usually up to throwing hands but it would be so much more interesting if we got a scene of them talking especially after the revelation that yuji is indeed a Kamo clan member. As you have stated if sukuna and yuji were twins maki as the older twin would definitely be disgusted at sukuna and his actions. However, I feel like she would still be disgusted at him for 1) killing tsumiki and 2) if she found that he is even related to anyone and had family.

[vertebreakher]

I feel like I really have to complain because while I think it's commonly understood that Monster Hunter has serious problem with with the differences between male and female armor sets, I get the impression most people assume it's very typical difference between "sexy" and "cool" armor. (Male hunters get big pauldrons, female hunters get bikinis.) But that's not really why the situation is so damn frustrating, because there's remarkably little actual fan service throughout the female armors. The sexy bikini armor is sometimes present, but it doesn't really represent what's going on. It's more like there's just an underlying assumption in what fashion style of armor the developers assume you want based on the player's chosen sex.

Like there are examples of a male/female dichotomy in the armor design actually being stylistically justified. Even if they're approaching masculine or feminine presentation in a very simplistic way (and let's be real many games will do far worse than that) it offers up some very interesting fashion choices.

Rhenoplos armor for example has some actual extremely fun differences. On the one hand, there's this extremely unique look for the male set that has a round build some very bizarre claw arms and this cool wide helmet. And on the other hand, you have this delightfully overly cutesy bear motif for the female armor where the gauntlets look perfectly ideal for punching the shit out of something. Deviljho armor also plays with gender dichotomy in a really fun way, effectively exploring that wrestling heel vibe through two very different forms of presentation and ideas of physical prowess.

Late game Barroth armor, Odogaron, Paolumu, I think these also stand as great examples of how male and female sets can positively contrast.

But there's a reason why differences are seen negatively, and Goss Harag is a great example of where things start to get really annoying, because ironically the two armor sets aren't that meaningfully different from eachother even though there are some minor differences because of the implied physical build of female characters. For the most part, they're the same armor set aside from the thigh and chest area. In my situation, getting to see that my character's armor emphasizes the boobs is actually kind of a plus. And the male armor emphasizes the pecs so much it's easily justified. ...but while the male Goss Harag set gets to have a sick skull helmet, the female one gets stuck with this stupid looking visor/headdress nonsense. Aside from the crime of being denied a cool skull helmet, were it not for that one point of difference I would not even have to think about what fashion I'm potentially losing out on at all.

It's likewise just as frustrating as with the Tetranadon armor. I don't really personally give that much of a shit how much skin is on display here or whether you can see their boobs. The differences between the male/female form are more egregious here but I'm not gonna die because of it. What drives me up a goddamn wall is that the male set gets this cool looking full gas mask helmet, and the female set gets a doofy hat with goggles. It's not even that I particular dislike the faces in monster hunter, it's that whether a character has a full helmet or not is all the difference in the world for how much of a cool badass you feel like.

This pattern repeats for a lot of armor sets throughout the games with varying degrees of difference between the male and female sets. The poster boy Rathalos, Legiana, Diablos, Seething Bazelgeuse and Nargacuga are all valid examples of this. The reason for this difference I have to assume is because there's an initial assumption from the designers about what I want. If I chose a female character it may be inferred that I am explicitly interested in seeing my character's face as often as possible. Because (I assume) they see that choice as me wanting to look at a female character for their body and the face just happens to be part of that. And that's not actually entirely inaccurate, but there's a difference in what I get out of that. And it's a little screwy to think that no one could choose a male hunter for similar reasons.

And I hate deliberately choosing a female character for my own sense of comfort only to loose out on the style and vibe the male armor oozes, which also from a trans perspective is a uniquely infuriating problem.

Going back to positive examples, the Frostfang Barioth Alpha armor does not have this problem. While I hold preference for the male helmet, I cannot deny that the female helmet is equally cool and conveys a distinct feminine quality that makes it feel sharp and dangerous. There are as many differences as there are similarities between these two armor sets, and the inclusion of the rapier accurately conveys what vibe they were going for with the female set, an equal degree of competence and mystique conveyed through elegance rather than machismo.

And it might be a bit difficult to talk about this problem without making it seem like I'm specifically complaining about objectification, I think that's a part of why this issue exists to begin with but I'm not really cool with harping on people who just want a create-a-character they can use to engage in light voyeurism. I don't like the idea that the solution here is to start taking away sexy outfits, that feels like moving backwards and I'd rather continue to put up with this problem than start putting my comfort above someone else's. Even though there are many sets where the differences could be simply phased out and merged into one armor set, It does not feel fair to do that at the expense of the range of choices and styles these different sets have brought, with Frostfang Barioth I think serving as a peak example of that positive aspect, a true silver lining. All in all, I would much rather that some thought be put into what parts of the existing armor designs are compatible with androgyny, and work on making both choices available to male and female hunters based on that. The best possible case scenario for me would be that female character get to look like a goddamn WH40K space marine in exchange for a bunch of spindly twinks in Nergigante bikinis. And somewhere in between those two extremes, I get to enjoy a much wider selection of cool helmets.

[bluegekk0]

Kinda an ask but not really.

So I imagine when Grimm and FPK are being lovey dovey and exploring eachothers body, kinda praising eachothers body but not necessarily in a sexual way(I know there is a term for it but I can't remember it.)

Anyways FPK is looking around Grimm's body and realizes he is missing some marks that FPK are used to seeing, and is slightly upset with it.

I can't remember if you answered this but I think sometimes "mutations" or inconsistency happen to Grimm's body every time he does though the ritual. Like for an example his fingers are sometimes shorter than usual, there are some spots of discoloration on his chitin, or that some spots of fluff are just missing. I would like to think that FPK likes some of these imperfections and then suddenly they are gone once the Grimm's body realizes there are abnormalities with the body(similar to how human bodies attack small cancer cells before they could really be anything)

oh that's an interesting idea to think about. i'm not sure if mutations would be the correct terms, they're more like slip ups. granted, they don't happen very often, i imagine nkg has a certain "template" for the physical body, that only gets changed if he wants to make any alterations. but if the nightmare heart was weakened for whatever reason (such as when the previous body burns down on its own, wasting all of the nightmare flame in it), then i could see those imperfections being more common

so with that said, the body is usually as perfect as it can get, so i don't think fpk would be used to seeing any of those "slip ups". however, i do like the idea that he ended up liking some of the ones he noticed, which prompted grimm to keep them. perhaps one time the body had longer fluff on the neck, which fpk liked so much that grimm kept it for each next one. sometimes those changes don't originate from imperfections. for example, i have a small headcanon about his torso shape, inspired by the changes to his design that happened over time. since he was the one who was carrying the egg, it required some modifications to his body. wider hips were one of them, i think it makes sense why. but i love the idea that he liked them so much that he kept them afterwards, and i know for a fact that fpk was a huge fan hahahaha

also, i may be misinterpreting the last part of your ask, but just to clarify. the body can't really change once it's "spawned" into the physical realm. of course, he can always trim the fur, or gain wounds or whatever else, but those are external factors. the body itself stays the same until the next ritual, which can be rushed if there is a need (let's say, for example, he receives a wound that makes it very difficult for him to function), but grimm usually tries to deal with it in other ways. he doesn't want to weaken the nightmare heart too much, since it directly affects all of his forms, and spawning the body consumes a lot of energy

one imperfection he can't do anything about is his weak heart, i like to think it's directly connected to the weakened state of the nightmare heart. while his organs tend to be on the more organic side and so work as you'd expect, he's still not completely "natural". and i like the idea of his heart being the weird one in his system, like a miniature version of the nightmare heart in his chest, that powers the body like a battery. it keeps the flame going, but it also pumps blood to the rest of the body, and unfortunately it can't really keep up when it has to do both of those things. i know it's big stretch, but i think it would be interesting if that was the reason why he drinks blood. maybe his body is able to absorb the consumed blood, which allows him to keep it going for a longer time before the heart starts giving up

i do like the implications of this kind of condition. his voice is very weak and sickly in canon, and while in the au that only happens once the body starts degrading, perhaps he still has to deal with a cough. maybe he occasionally gets a shortness of breath, especially after intense activity. obviously he's a god so it wouldn't be as impactful to him as it would to a mortal, but i like to think that his banishment had an effect on him even outside of the nightmare realm. and considering his heart needs to do both jobs, it's sadly something he can't fix

[maythearo]

Oh man honestly now that you mention it I think Leona being the mentor type would be such an interesting idea to explore??? Not only is the dynamic fun to think about but the way it could play out could mean a whole lot :0

Also yeah I agree, I wish the twst writers would let characters have better relations with eachother u_u but hey! for this au I can their Leona and Jamil playing off a little better with eachother

But that can also bring up that if hypothetically in this au Leona DOES end up dying! I think about how a common thing with the spidermen stories is that someone who cares a lot about the person who dies sees that persons body with spiderman, making the connection that "spiderman KILLED him!"

Which hey, Leona being royalty would not be a very fun person to be accused of murdering. So Jamil's need to not be revealed to the public as spiderman would be massively important (But also the idea of WHO would see them, uh oh little lion boy..)

Which then the idea of Ace being the first (and maybe the only for a a while) person to know about Jamil could lead to terrible shenanigans, hmmm

I love the idea that Idia unintentionally causing the whole thing would be really fitting too since the whole science stuff :0 that does make me think though is how there would probably be villian of the week sort of enemies that plague the area and hmm who knows, I do like seeing other people also suggest who the bad guys could also be in this au!

OH correct me if I'm wrong but you're the atsv enjoyer anon, right?

Your brain‼️‼️ SO MANY IDEAS, SO MANY POSSIBILITIES‼️‼️ Leona and Jamil being closer/on better terms has so much potential.

The "spider-man KILLED HIM!!" idea immediately puts a huge sense of urgency to the story, LIKE

But for different reasons than in Far from home, and also the spider viper secret identity would not have been leaked like Peter's did, probably. (I should also make up another spider-man specific name for Jamil, if spider viper sounds too weird EKDNWKDNWKDNEK I KINDA JUST MADE THAT UP FOR PRACTICALITY, PLEASE IGNORE IT) what would he ever do to not be seen as a threat anymore?? Where is mister doctor????

Ace knowing his identity would be barely as helpful as Ganke or Ned are for Miles and Peter, but at least Jamil and Ace are a funny duo 😭😭 the guy in a chair is meant to be helpful and Mr braincell Trappola is the exact opposite of that, full disrespect meant. But in a strange twist of fate, he always manages to get spider jamil covered at the end of the day. Ace always makes his way through the toughest situations, no matter how many times he stumbles in the process. Ace + Jamil duo are always on thin, thin ice, and it's very entertaining.

And idk if I mentioned this before, but while I'm on the topic, I was thinking Najma would be quick to uncover spider-man's secret identity too. She's smart! And you think she wouldn't notice how that weird masked vigilante acted the exact same as her brother? She would scold and poke fun of him for it, saying like "are you even trying to keep this a secret, or am I THAT good of a sister to spot your mannerisms right away?". She could even be the one to find and modify a hero uniform for him! In exchange to leaving all her house chores to him for a month, of course, she doesn't design and sew free of charge.

I rlly need to search up more of spider-man's villains to headcanon in this au akbdiwdhwodbwkjs I too, would love to hear more ideas regarding it. Besides Azul and Idia that I mentioned before, someone commented Jack as the Prowler too, which I think is super cool and fitting 💃💃💃💃

[t4tpumpkinduo]

Do you think one had a bad body image and would comfort the other in some way? Like, be it weight, their features (stunted wing growth, a broken horn), or generally being in the wrong body?

oh for sure! it deffo goes both ways as like uhh. cq cschlatt are both some of the few characters who have canonical nods to having eating disorders so that's its own whole thing.

cq insecurities obviously cuz of the. gestures shitty little wings that don't work fucking weak as hell in general. cschlatt insecurities weakness of her body and his issues w disability. and then getting weak as hell in general.

same w uhh transgendahisms. i've talked a bit abt their textually supported transmasc transfem swagger and mm. ithink cq isn't like. too hung up on anything? i think he gets mildly dysphoric at best, like. squirmy uncomfortable if he's called a girl in a context that isn't a guy being babygirled or him asking for it. but it's rlly not that serious, it's more a deeply uncomfortable inconvenience than anything like he could walk it off in a day. for cschlatt it super is the kill myself tournament with him competing for ultimate winner BUT. he does let his guard down abt it a Little in manburg, even though he doesn't fully accept it abt herself well into revival.

(like to be clear, i do think they both riff on eachother quite a bit, but it's considerably less targeted and malicious than ppl like to portray it as. 😭 literally everyone in the server is kind of mean and an asshole and pokes fun at eachother. ohhh q is so evillll schlatt is such a freakkkk omg. karl called quackity ugly and stupid and unlovable and i never see ppl posting that clip going owuwgh this is so chilling. bcs its rlly not that serious. 😭 they're playing toys q's fucking fine. and to be clear, these words Do affect characters, like the ableism schlatt faces or the body shaming tht q goes through but narratively speaking, the ppl saying stuff to them generally don't mean shit w the intent of severely harming anyone.)

that said though :] they do help eachothers out. cq tries to get schlatt to eat more where he can, drink some damn water for once, rest more. mb like kneads n massages at her to help w her aches whenever he can, or pulls people away when schlatt clearly needs a second due to the disorders without having the spotlight on something cschlatt clearly doesn't want to show. cq voice oh noooo i totally made extra food i guess we have to share oh nooo i totally made the bed super comfortable so now you have to lay down w me oh no ihave this leftover hot cider specifically to help w the circulation in your hands >___< guess you gotta help me now. and cschlatt grumbles and groans and whines and then does it anyways and bumps him abt it. fake ass emo i saw you wagging. i would never derail a post to coo abt beautiful adorable women (gripping the sink bloodshot eyes affirmation)

n fr cschlatt like. idk i think abt the stream where cq has retainers in and schlatt keeps poking fun at him and ribbing him and when someone else does, he starts nagging them? 😭 he starts telling them to fuck off and stop making fun of him so he like IS protective of him in that way. i also think he probably like. tries to help cq too, mb being very good at talking him down from paranoia or mental spirals, mb clears a space out whenever he's sick or outta it so he isn't near people who will freak him out, or makes excuses so they have to hole up doing v easy paperwork away from others so cq can rest and untense without having to watch his back and also not explain himself. #JUVIE #HELL

also their both bpdgirls so they're probably doing their best w that smile.

and again, i do think cschlatt does eventually open up a tiny bit abt girlisms. he wouldn't outright frame it as gender exploration, i think it'd be more of a. i won't unpack this but please call me this please and cq is more than happy to like coo and indulge him even though it completely flies over his head tht it could be anything more. ithink cschlatt would like. preen him or kinda. idk, it's probably harder fr him to be more earnest, more openly fond than cq who's so open smone should rlly stop him and or taze him but. like he'll hold his hand for comfort or bump him little ram style to say thank you instead of verbalizing it cuz his face is burning too hard to speak. quietly keeping eachother company during paperwork so neither of them get too bored or frustrated, or helping eachother w delusions or flashbacks even though they don't talk abt anything in detail. just a kinda quiet acceptance.

idk cpumpkins you will always be famous to me sorry abt the narrative and the dooming and all that. society if there wasn't an evil demon ghoul pitting two psychotic dudes against eachother, enabling their worst impulses, alienating them from their loved ones and then assisting them in their suicides so he could kidnap a child he's obsessed with