#edit: don’t try and discuss that with me cause I won’t do it

[emptywwwriting]

Your Toxic Situationship with Joel Miller

Parings: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Smut, toxic, age gap (not specified), angst?, reader cries during sex, NO Y/N, reader just wants to be loved (me too), rough p in v sex.

Summary: You and Joel have a situationship, you have feelings for Joel, but he doesn't feel the same

Inspired by a post i have reposted on my blog :)

WC: 1.2k (tiny ik)

A/N: I feel like this sucks... Anyways this is NOT edited and its that time of the night where im so tired my glasses don’t help my vision any sooo take this with a grain of salt. i'll edit it later!

There was something so painful about your relationship,, situationship... with Joel Miller. 

Maybe it was the way he’d ignore you in town, even after spending days on end with you in secret. Or maybe it was the way he’d dismiss your insecurities when you would tell him about them nervously, late into the night. He’d shake his head or say.

“People would talk, no one can know about… whatever, this is.” 

Whatever

It never felt like 'whatever’ to you. When he was buried inside of you so deeply brushing your cervix over and over and over again, murmurs of 

“Fuck you feel so good, I love you. So fuckin’ tight sweet girl.” Would fall from his lips.

He would spill inside of you, and then the two of you wouldn’t discuss it again. It confused your desperate, sad, brain, yearning for love, to be loved. One night, during a particularly rough fucking from Joel, tears welled in your eyes as soon as you came. He stopped immediately, of course, and asked you what was wrong.

Sniffles interrupted your soft-spoken words.

“I want you to like me.” You hid your eyes from him, casting them down in shame.

“Aw, baby I do like you,” His hand came up to cradle the side of your face, wiping away a stray tear.

“Such a pretty little thing,” His hand trailed to your neck and you looked up at him.

“So tight and warm around me.” A devilish smirk overcame his previously soft look at you and you frowned. His look faltered, and he cocked his head at you.

“T’s not what I wanted to hear,” A sniffle. “I want you to like me…” You trail off trying to think of an example. 

“More than just for this.” You gesture to the position the two of you are in, your naked and sweaty frame shoved against Joel’s headboard. His broad chest is hovering above you, hips flush with yours, warm and shoved deep inside of you.

He frowns at you and starts rubbing your red cheeks again.

“Baby we can’t be more than this, it’s…” He wanders off for a minute thinking of the right word. 

“People wouldn’t like to see an old man like me with a young girl like you.” He gives you a sympathetic frown that you know is fake.

He shifts his weight slightly causing his heavy cock to brush that spongy spot inside of you, causing you to gasp softly.

“I-I don’t care, I want to be boyfriend and girlfriend… or something.” Hiccups interrupt you occasionally, and tears begin to form once more.

“Too young baby,” He’s shaking his head and it's breaking your heart.

“Not old enough for me, still just a kid compared to my old ass.” He chuckles trying to lighten the mood but it doesn't work, it just frustrates you more.

“I’m not a kid.” Your tone is snappy and your eyes are staring deep into his. He shifts his hips again but you muffle the reaction it causes you.

“Don't talk to me like im dumb.”

“No need to get short with me.” His smile has dropped and he looks as mad as you do now. You can’t mistake the shift in his hips this time as simply repositioning himself.

Your confidence falters.

“Why won’t you just love me?” You ask equally angry and sad. 

He pulls his hips out barley a centimeter before pushing back in, slow. You gasp louder, body beginning to heat up again.

“I love this pussy baby, feels so good.” He’s grinning again pulling out even farther now before shoving himself back in. You're mad at him but the fullness his cock is giving you feels too good to ask for him to stop. You the feel tears coming again, but his hand on your clit, rubbing light soft circles sends your focus away from them. 

“Needa stop thinkin’ baby, dumb little brain can’t handle all these emotions.” He’s talking to you like you're stupid and it makes your cheeks flush. He’s patronizing you, it’s infuriating, but just like before the feeling of his thrust growing longer and harder, short circuits your brain and all you can do is moan. 

“Yeah I know baby, feels too good hmm?”

“Jus’ let me do all the work to make you feel good like I always do.” His thrusts pick up and a coil forms deep in your belly. Your legs are wrapping around his hips instinctively and you cling to his neck like if you let go he would disappear. Your whines are needy now, you're mad but you can’t talk, you can’t do anything but let yourself be filled by him over and over. 

“I always take care of you right baby.” His breathing is labored and his eyes are black.

Staring up at him, with wide eyes and an open mouth all you can do is hum a broken.

Mhmm.

“Fill you up so nice, gonna cum in you n’ make you mine.” He’s growling, pace now erratic and mind-numbing. Your thoughts are gone and have been replaced by him. His smell, his looks, the way he feels, him him him him him.

All you can do is screw your eyes shut with a silent scream.

“All mine, fuck, you’re all mine right?” His sentence doesn’t sound like a question but you are so fucked out you don’t even hear it. 

A quick but firm slap to your cheek causes your eyes to shoot open, and stare back at him saucer-eyed. It didn’t hurt, but it got your attention.

“Who’s are you?” He's angry, still pounding your swollen sensitive pussy mercilessly.

Your mouth opens but nothing comes out. 

“Gonna get real mean you don’t answer me.”

You know he’s not bluffing.

“You! Fuck.” It comes out strangled and airy. All of your breath is gone, you are heaving trying to get oxygen to your brain again.

“All mine, you’re all mine. Just a silly,” He gives you a particularly rough thrust. 

“Stupid-“ Another. 

“Girl.” 

It makes your heart sink but his thrust mixed with his finger working rapidly over your swollen bud, for some reason pushes you over the edge. You're clinging to him, nails deep inside his skin, riding out the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. The waves hit you hard, and they are relentless. Tears prick your eyes, and your body tenses rhythmically. Before you know it Joel is pumping his seed deep inside of you. Your name is a mantra on his lips. 

“Mine, mine, mine, shit, mine.” pours from him as he loses himself within your walls. Everything is tight and warm and you feel like mush. His weight is crushing you but it feels like home. 

Joel is home to you. You know deep down that he doesn't truly care for you, but something about his experienced touch ignites a fire within you. You can’t bring yourself to do anything but worship him. He pushes himself off of you and all you can do is drunkenly admire his beautiful tan skin, covering his broad muscles. The weight of your forbidden arrangement always hangs heavy in the air after you guys fuck. 

He grudgingly pulls out of you with a defeated sigh. You whimper at the loss of contact. He brings you a towel, wiping your sensitive parts, ridding them of any trace of him.  

You know that your love for him is built upon something not returned by him completely. You are just a naive girl yearning for his affection; Yet, you are aware that the excitement of your fleeting encounters and shared looks intoxicates you both. Neither of you will ever find the strength to separate from one another.

[0nyancat0]

My take on “radical feminism” that nobody asked for

I myself consider myself leaning very into radical feminism but I see that terf ideologies seem to get mixed in more often than not (wanna make it clear I support trans rights)

1. A lot of rad fems think that all heterosexual sex is rape which is such an insane thing to do and implies that women do not have the power or capacity to consent to heterosexual sex

2. I do agree that we as woman will never find liberation through sex or sex work however rad fems do not realize that a lot of women fall into sex work and can not simply quit, I do not support the sex work industry but I support sex workers

3. To me it seems a lot of white women have overshadowed the movement and only mention woc when it’s used as an aha! moment against men and not with the intention of actually helping

4. Extreme transphobia, the main idea is that trans women rape women’s body’s and appropriating the body, my conflict with this is women are not their bodies and trans women have always felt like women since birth is the biological aspect that’s the problem

5. A lot of rad fems think a women choosing a certain lifestyle or religion is oppressive which again perpetuates the idea that women can not make a choice without a man or patriarchal idea being involved or a sense of brain washing

I think a lot of rad fems have lost sense of the movement and more times than often make themselves appear victim like and in a constant state of martyrdom, yes we women have suffered and continue to suffer and be oppressed but we can not let this weight break us down and make us point fingers at people (trans women and women who choose religion or certain life styles) who are not the root cause of our suffering

Please let me know your thoughts

Edit

⭐️Some people seem to be confused about this but i was born a woman and will always be a woman, it’s so crazy how other women will try to degrade me as if they were men for disagreeing with them or seeing things differently, i do not like liberal feminism and i never have, and i do not like to label my belief system and prefer to make a more individual standpoint than community⭐️

Another edit lol

⭐️I have never claimed to be a rad fem or that I know everything about rad feminism because I don’t, and that was the purpose of this post, it’s really crazy how people will say they want to educate and liberate women while yelling and degrading me for simply not agreeing with them and proceed to do the same things men do, you are no better than a man, I’ve come to realize that this community strayed from its original purpose and roots and has been taken over by people who want to put in their own two cents and opinion, this community or at least a good portion of it seems like a very miserable community, I have meet a lot of rad fems who have common sense and realize that hate will get them nowhere and being rude to me won’t achieve anything, on the other hand majority of rad fems I’ve meet have misconstrued the movement from what I’ve read and put feelings over facts, I won’t interact to hate and only to genuine discussions ⭐️

[mpreg-is-always-possible]

Better

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x gn!reader

Tags: Angst, divorce, losing a child, graveyard, reference to child neglect, reference to canon typical violence, grief

Notes: so I’m very new to this fandom and haven’t actually read the comics yet but I’ve been reading a lot of fanfics and couldn’t get this out of my head. Also I tried to keep reader gender neutral but I did write and edit this in the middle of the night on my phone so please let me know if a rouge pronoun that isn’t ’you’ made its way in. Thanks for reading and please enjoy!

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: Falling in love with Bruce had been foolish. Marrying him was an act of down right insanity. You knew it would end one way or another but you had deluded yourself into believing your husband’s crusade couldn’t come at the expense of Jason’s life. Gotham needs Batman and Batman needs Robin. But why did Robin need to be the boys you had come to see as sons?

Or a one shot of the events leading up to your and Bruce’s divorce after Jason Todd’s death

Officially, you and Bruce had divorced only six months ago. Truly though, your relationship had ended nearly three years ago when Bruce came home without Jason. His Robin went off to do the one thing Batman wouldn’t, and the next thing you know your son is in the ground.

The grief was all consuming. You fell to your knees when Bruce told you. Alfred said the scream you let out would haunt him for the rest of his life but the memory of it was lost to you. Those early days after Jason’s death are blurry still. The only tangible feeling being the heavy hole Jason left behind in your chest.

You’re not sure where Bruce went after that. He grew so distant the only time you saw him was to discuss funeral arrangements. After the funeral you don’t really see your husband for the next month. When asked, Alfred informed you Bruce was staying in the cave believing you needed space. Alfred had clearly disapproved of that but Bruce was right. She did need space from him, from Batman.

It’s not a point of pride that you grew to hate him in the early months after. Thoughts of revealing his extra curricular activity plagued you. As much as Gotham needs Batman, Bruce needs Batman too. He needs to protect his city and build towards a future where his parents' deaths wouldn’t ever be repeated. But how could that future exist when Batman won’t even kill Joker? How could it exist without Jason?

The idea is tempting but you never act on it. Revealing Batman’s identity wouldn’t only endanger you but Alfred and Dick as well. You couldn’t stand losing them too. Dick decided to come back to Gotham for a while after the funeral, just to be there for you and Bruce. Bruce tried to send him back to Bludhaven but you had put your foot down. “We just buried one son and now you want to push another way,” you had yelled at him, his face as stony as ever. He acquiesced.

Dick and Alfred tried to get the two of you to talk to each other. Dick would often try to essentially parent trap you and Bruce in various rooms around the manor, inviting both to watch a movie or asking for help with something but not tell you that he’d asked you both. By the second week Alfred refused to bring Bruce’s food down to the cave, forcing him to eat with you. By the end of the month the two just threw out the cot in the cave and Bruce took a bed in a guest room. Their efforts made it seem like Bruce was imposing his absence on you, and maybe he was but there was no comfort to be found in his company, not anymore.

Their antics went on for another month after that until you sat them down and told them to stop. They had for a few days. When Alfred “mistakenly” served Bruce’s food upstairs one night, you cornered him afterwards to tell him you were considering leaving Bruce. “I cannot fault you but he’s the closest I have to a son and I’m afraid another upset would cause him to spiral more. It’s too much to ask but can you please stay until the grief isn’t so raw.”

That’s when you noticed Bruce had bruises and cuts in places he was normally careful to keep clear of thug’s fists and knives. Dick told you he was fighting so much harder; The criminals had started to whisper fears of the bat starting to kill soon. You didn’t think he would go that far, and Dick agreed but he could tell his father wasn’t far off.

So your marriage continued. You woke up alone, went about your day, had dinner with Bruce before he left for patrol, then went to bed. Galas and various other functions for Wayne Enterprises or Bruce's charity events were the only time you two truly acted like there wasn’t this vast distance between you. Most of the time it made your skin crawl to act like things were fine, but occasionally you could pretend - Jason wasn’t dead, he was just trying to find where the servers smoked to join them. Then someone would offer condolences and the facade would break.

It was around this time when you began to visit Jason’s grave. It had been too painful to see it before. The words ‘Jason Todd: Beloved son and brother’ etched in stone had followed you into nightmares for months. But you needed to get out of the house and Jason had spent too long without a visit from you. At first, they were short somewhat sporadic outings - tiptoeing in about once every other week to leave flowers, often leaving them next to a bouquet or two some else had already gifted. After a while, you warmed up to a quick hello and some highlights from the week before, then had graduated to speaking at the tombstone for hours about life after him every week. It was cathartic and maybe a little sad but those one sided conversations became the one place you could talk about the complexity of your family’s situation without having to sugar coat it or be reminded of how staying was helpful to Batman.

For two years this went on and Batman’s anger didn’t cool. Bruce still came home with black eyes, bleeding knuckles, and the occasional gunshot. The hate in your belly for him had dulled considerably to the point where you had begun to patch his wounds up again out of respect for the love you once had. You might be angry with him but you didn’t want him to get himself killed.

When the neighbor boy, Tim Drake, had knocked on your door, you couldn’t have guessed that he came to express his worry for Batman, for Bruce. You and Alfred listened as he waxed poetic about how Gotham needs Batman but Batman needs Robin. The hole in your chest that had since grown less noticeable ached because he was right and it made you want to spit. As Alfred excused himself to get the Robin uniform for the boy, you grasped his thin shoulders and looked into his face, colored in righteous determination.

“The last Robin was murdered, Tim.”

“I know Jason died, but -“

“Bruce will try to push you away. Don’t let him.”

Watching Tim run out the door in the red and green suit made your stomach turn. It wasn’t what you wanted but you had never had a say in that side of your husband's life. The two of you thought more with your heart than with your head when you decided to get married, but you weren’t so love drunk to think that the marriage wasn’t nearly guaranteed to fail. You even expected it to end because of his crusade. You just wished it didn’t come at the expense of your son.

It was foolish to think this new Robin wouldn't worm his way into your heart just as the two before did and maybe it was selfish but you couldn’t do it again. There was no way Bruce could just stop, but you didn’t need to stand by his side while he did it. It was a miracle that only Jason had died.

Despite your efforts to keep Tim at arms length, he was a sweet kid and it was impossible to ignore him. Plus you knew his parents weren’t paying nearly enough attention to him so he needed someone looking out for Tim and not just Robin.

Bruce had been better at keeping the boy out. He let Dick do most of Tim’s training and really only spoke to him about vigilante things. But the armor slowly but surely cracked. It didn’t escape you or Alfred when Bruce began to request foods that you knew Tim liked or when he had Alfred set up a guest room that was meant for Tim to use when needed. A year in and Bruce had long stopped coming home from patrol with careless injuries.

You knew it was coming. You anticipated everyday that Bruce would come home from patrol and tell you Tim had accepted the mantle. When it actually happened though, it still sent ice through your veins.

“Tim’s passed every test Dick and I have given him. I offered him Robin and he said yes.”

“I knew he would.”

“I don’t want him to be.”

“I know.” A moment passed and then you said “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“I know.”

The divorce was quick. Neither of you wanted anything from the other. Bruce offered alimony but you refused. You kept your job after getting married but you never touched your salary, leaving you with a nice nest egg to start your new life with. Alfred and Dick were sad but they understood. They knew you sacrificed a lot to stay with Bruce even before Jason died, but after you gave more than you had.

Tim didn't really know what your marriage looked like before but he took on its demise all the same. Your heart broke when Bruce told you Tim had tried to give Robin back in an attempt to make Bruce reconcile with you.

“Tim, if I had it my way none of you would be going out every night fighting thugs and criminal masterminds but you were right; Gotham needs Batman and Batman needs Robin. Unfortunately, it’s become too much for me but Bruce won’t stop. He can’t but he needs someone like you there to make him remember himself.”

Tim just nodded his head and went back to the manor.

Dick and Tim visited you at your small apartment in Gotham as often as they could. Though between Dicks commute from Bludhaven, Tim still being in school, and both of their budding vigilante careers, they didn’t have much time to visit. Occasionally, they’d stop by during patrol for a rest or some first aid. Mainly you kept in touch with phone calls and texts.

You never really saw Alfred anymore, unless it was when he opened the door for Tim after dropping him off at him from school or some outing. He does call occasionally, just to say hi and chat. It’s nice, not feeling completely cut off from your old life.

It was surprising how unchanged your relationship with Bruce was after you left. It probably shouldn’t have been - your marriage was one in name alone and had been for awhile. Still, realizing your conversations only revolved around if Dick or Tim needed anything made it clear just how true it was that divorced life with him wasn’t far off from your married one. He never did make an effort to really speak with you after things went to hell but then again neither did you.

When you finally signed the divorce papers, it felt like you could breathe for the first time in years. No more sticking around because you were afraid leaving would push him over the edge. But the hole in your chest still plagued you, and it most certainly would forever. The divorce wasn’t what was best. What would have been best would be Jason being alive and Batman not needing to put your kids in danger constantly. But Jason was and Batman did. So the divorce is better.

[sincerely-sofie]

Hi! This may come across as a dumb question, but I wanted to write my own PMD:EoS fic, but I’m kind of lost on how I want to organize my thoughts and the plot. Additionally, I get new ideas and then I end up struggling with what I want to do. How did you organize things for your story?

This isn't a dumb question at all! It's something I've struggled with for a long time as a writer, and I'd be happy to share what I've come up with to solve my fight with story organization! I’ll try to speak coherently, but this is something I’m really passionate about, so I might ramble a bit, haha. Keep in mind that this is what works for me, and what will work for you may be very different. Take from this post what serves you well and ditch the rest :> 

Organizational Tools

You can use pretty much anything to organize your story— I’ve used everything from loose printer paper in storage clipboards to expansive Google Docs that are hundreds of pages long in the past. But what I’ve found that really works for me is an app called Notion. You may have heard of it— it’s really popular with productivity enthusiasts and small business owners, but it works like a dream for organizing creative projects! There’s a bit of a learning curve, but you can find a lot of templates out there for free that work really well if you don’t want to set things up yourself.

This is how my Notion page for TPiaG was set up:

The “Cheat Sheets” dropdown list was full of character sheets, links to Bulbapedia articles I’d refer to while outlining or writing, and also my completed outline. “Fun Stuff” was full of memes and jokes about the characters, an empty page that I’d start filling once I received kind comments on my fic, as well as ideas for additional stories relating to the AU— stuff like oneshots and possible sequels or diverging AUs. Fun fact: this is where I first wrote down my idea for The Present is a Gift: Paradox Edition AU!

“Chapters to Write” and “Chapters I’ve Written” were dropdown lists where I divided my outline into little sub-dropdown lists in “Chapters to Write”, and everytime I wrote a chapter, I would move it over to “Chapters I’ve Written”. Nothing is as reassuring when you’re stuck in the middle of writing a nearly 60k word fanfic as seeing the chapters slowly migrate to the right.

Organizing the Story

Outlining is a big part of my organization process, so I’ll be talking a fair bit about it. The first part of any story is your premise / core idea (it sounds like you’ve already got some of your own, so I won’t discuss coming up with those). The next step is brainstorming what you want to revolve around that premise. I already knew the characters fairly well, so what I did for TPiaG is write out a bunch of ideas for scenes on scraps of notebook paper and start arranging them on a table in different ways. I eventually settled on an order of events (many of which ended up cut for clarity in the actual fic), and then I started structuring them into chapters. 

How I structure chapters is inspired by the Kishotenketsu structure that is used fairly often in Asian storytelling. I divide each chapter into 5 parts: an Introduction that provides a starting point for the chapter, Development that builds on and adds context or tension to the introduction, a Twist that causes a new perspective on either the situation, characters, or something else in the story, a Resolution that helps wrap things up in a satisfying way, and then a Hook that leads the reader to want to read the next chapter. This is a structuring method that works way better for me than the Three Acts or the Hero’s Journey— I prefer the stronger focus on character vs. plot— and so I try to use it as often as possible. Here’s an example from my outline (if you’ve read TPiaG, you may notice some differences between it and the actual published chapters of the fic! It’s chapter 4 instead of chapter 3, for one thing!)

Organizing Characters

I’ll be honest— I didn’t fill out character sheets like I should have for this project. I kind of just went with the flow as I wrote them. Twig and Grovyle are the only characters who got sheets at all, and Grovyle still only got a half of one. However, I do have a blank copy of a character sheet I can share as reference!

I think most of this is pretty self-explanatory— but if anyone wants clarification on anything or what goes into the individual note sections, let me know! This is what the topmost part of Twig’s character sheet bio looks like: 

The Torment of the Human Mind, or: How to Deal with Idea Overload

This is an ongoing struggle for me. I’ve mentioned having ADHD in the past, but it really turns idea generation and shiny object syndrome into a purgatory of unspeakable proportions. Before TPiaG, I had never finished a creative project because I would constantly ping-pong back and forth between newer and funner ideas, inevitably abandoning WIPs, come back to them for a few weeks at a time, and then dart off to the next thing. This feels awful because you never finish anything when you’re stuck in this cycle, and having all those ideas as open tabs in your brain is exhausting. 

My greatest advice for figuring out what you want to do and then doing it? Figure out a fun idea— maybe not the funnest idea, but an idea you enjoy and can create with your current skills and a good helping of hard work— and then commit to it with a story priority hierarchy. Every time you want to work on another idea, you have to work on the idea you committed to first for 30 minutes (or a different block of time, whatever works for you!). After that allotted time is up, you’re free to work on whatever other projects you like— but you have to start at the top of the priority hierarchy. That way, you still get work done on your #1 project, but you’re not restricted to it. 

Alternatively: Write until that priority project is done. You can make notes on ideas, you can make Pinterest boards for them, and you can make playlists— but you can only write for your priority project. I’d recommend doing this with a deadline in mind. Something like Camp NaNoWriMo or a similar month-long challenge. Novelty is an important part of my workflow! I get it. But for some people, bouncing back and forth between ideas is detrimental to their ability to focus / write, and committing to a single project at a time is extremely beneficial. I thought that I was someone who needed total freedom to work on any of my projects, but it turns out that being handcuffed to a project and a word count goal for a month was exactly what I needed to finish my first ever complete manuscript.

Yikes, this was a lot. I hope I answered your question well enough. If not, ask again and give me another shot! I love talking about creativity, and I would be overjoyed to help you create however I can.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

The Gym Membership - Part 43 (Crosshair)

Summary: Layla let's something slip.

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

I am so sorry for being MIA. I was on vacation for two weeks and then last week was just crazy busy, I didn't get a chance to do any editing or upload anything. Plus this week I just found out I have 700 followers!!! I know it's crazy!

I'm sure it's a glitch, but if it stays that way by mid-August, I'll do another follower celebration.

In the meantime, I hope everyone is doing well. Please know you are all loved.

Special thank you, to the one and only @firstofficerwiggles thank you for beta reading last minute. Love oo.

Love oo

Warnings: Joking, banter, laughing, flirting adjacent, discussions of poor cooking skills. I think that's it, if I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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He chuckled, remembering Avery’s kitchen disasters, “She never made me curry, but she did try making this weird sort of tin can tuna fillet. I’m not sure if she followed a recipe or just went off the top of her head, all I know is that it tasted metallic, spongy and dry at the same time … it … it wasn’t good. I didn’t want to upset her, so I did my best to eat it. Only it backfired on me, when she saw that I ‘ate it with gusto,’ according to her, she kept serving me again and again. By the end, I was running to the bathroom every five minutes. After that, I told her I’d do all the cooking from then on. Felt sorry for her unit, whenever she went out with one, she always insisted on cooking for them. I started telling them to make sure to have plenty of MREs and Imodium or Pepto-Bismol pills on hand.”

“MREs?”

“Military rations. Although we sometimes call them ‘meals, rarely edible’ or ‘meals rejected by everyone,’ it would give them fair warning at least. I often joked she should’ve gone undercover as a chef in one of the compounds; she would’ve done our work for us. With her there there’d be no need for us on the frontlines with her cooking at the helm, she could’ve killed the entire terrorist group with her cooking alone.”

“I honestly don’t know where she got her cooking skills from,” I wiped the tear that had escaped from laughing at Crosshair’s stories, “our mom was an amazing cook. Even my dad knew how to work a stove and a grill.” 

“She told me you taught her,” Crosshair smirked as his eyes found hers.

“That’s a lie. I am a brilliant cook, for your information. I tried to help her and regardless of the numerous times I tried, and Lord Almighty knows I tried, to teach Avery how to cook and even with me standing right beside her, reading out the recipe and to this day I have no idea how she did it, but every time, she screwed up badly. I washed my hands clean of her cooking a long time ago.” I chuckled.

“Right, and I’m just supposed to believe you’re a great cook?,” his tone was sarcastic and bitter, yet it didn’t hit as hard due to the smile that appeared on his face.

“I am a great cook. In fact, I’ll make a deal with you,” I made sure to put on my proudest smuggest face possible.

Crosshair narrowed his eyes as he tilted his head, “What kind of deal?”

“The kind that benefits me greatly, obviously,” I teased. “I have a few things that need to be fixed at my place, nothing major, you know shower head that won’t stop leaking, a window that gets stuck, and maybe a toilet that sounds weird when I flush.”

“Do I look like a handyman to you?”

“No, of course not. That would mean you’d be competent.”

“You want to discuss competency?”

“I mean sure you’re great with weapons, and making yourself look hot in a t-shirt, but I mean really what is that? How does that benefit anyone?”

“Clearly it benefited you, if you noticed.” Crosshair smirked.

“Excuse me, I noticed simply because … you were in my line of sight.”

“Oh really? Cause if I remember correctly, there was a suspiciously identical woman as you sitting at Mel’s table that couldn’t help turning her head every time I threw an axe. Nor did I miss those oh so subtle glances at Hunter’s BBQ.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, all I did was simply make sure you weren’t killing someone while you were throwing an axe at the Battle Axe or whatever, and the glances at the BBQ were just to make sure you were properly hydrated.”

“I see. You were keeping your eye on me for everyone else’s benefit and for my health, is that it?”

“Obviously” I chewed the inside of my cheek, doing my best to avoid smiling at his smirk.

“Well then on behalf of everyone, thank you for taking such good care of me … by keeping an eye on this hot body. However, I would appreciate it if you refrain from undressing me with your eyes, that might be taking it a bit too far.” His eyebrow quirked as he popped in a toothpick fighting back a taunting smile.

“Hold on.” I lifted my finger, a little annoyed with his accusation when he was no better, “Who was undressing who? Let me tell you something buddy, do you think all your subtle glances went unnoticed? Cause let me tell you they were noticed.”

He smirked as he leaned further on the desk, twirling his toothpick in his mouth. “So Mel noticed and told you, right? Because let’s face it you aren’t one to notice a house on fire. For a lawyer, you lack observational skills.”

My mouth gaped open, “That is neither here nor there, and excuse you, but I have observational skills when it’s something worth observing.” I held up my hands waving them, “You know what, we’re getting off-topic.” I let out a sigh as I looked at him shaking my head, how he was able to irritate me and still look good doing it, was really annoying. I huffed, before a smirk appeared on my lips against my will, “Listen the point is, I am in need of help with some things around my place that needs fixing, you do that and I’ll prepare a meal that will … no, that shall restore my family’s honour.”

Crosshair let out a loud laugh at Layla’s description, he didn’t even have to think twice he knew his Avery was a disaster in the kitchen, “Well at least she was talented in other aspects,” he smirked.

“I don’t want to know, and judging from that smirk, I really don’t want to know. But yes, thank goodness she was organized and a brilliant investigator.”

“She certainly knew what she was doing in bed…”

“Stop!” I held up both my hands in front of my face, “There are certain things I will never need to know about my sister. That is one of them.”

“Fair enough” Crosshair chuckled, “So when do you need these things fixed?”

“When can you come over?”

“This weekend?”

“Great”

“Good”

“Fine”

“Done”

“You always have to have the last word don’t you?”

“This coming from the person who can’t let me have the last word”

“What? I’m totally letting you have the last word”

“Really?”

“Of course”

“When?”

“Now”

“Now?”

“Yes”

“Don’t believe you”

“You are so infuriating”

“Yet you find me hot”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Hmmm, nope”

“Alright, well this has been fun” I stood grabbing my bag, smirking at his idiocy. “You really are a pain in the ass, you know that.”

“Yeah, but that’s why everyone loves me, they try to deny it, but eventually they all cave in.”

“Mmhmm, anyway I’ll see you this weekend.”

“Sounds good, I’ll be there around 5?”

“That works” my hand rested on the doorknob of his office, “Oh any dietary restrictions?”

“Nope.”

“Okay, then see you Saturday”

“Saturday”

I wanted to say one more thing just to irritate him, but I let it go. I just nodded in agreement and went out the door. I could feel my heart beating faster as I replayed our conversation in my head. Maybe I was just nervous about getting to know him better, that would make sense, right? Ugh, why did I make the comment about how hot he looked?

There was nothing I could do, the words had gone out of my mouth and he would no doubt enjoy teasing me for a long time about it. 

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[beauspot]

why can’t black women have a romance holy shit. every person who hates sydcarmy is talking about some “why can’t men and women ever just be friends” like that’s not all we’ve been allocated for decades. i understand that a lot of women particularly 👋🏻 women want stories that don’t revolve around romance, and hey i like those stories too! BUT black women have not had the same oppurtunities to just be love interests in the same way y’all have. We’ve been relocated to undesirable best friend roles or oversexualized booty calls. Y’all swear we have so much representation and yet can only name like 10 shows spanning over DECADES to prove us wrong like if there’s so much romantic content with black women as leads why the fuck are you talking about the flash and the walking dead?

and then we have the marcus and sydney brigade. the ONLY reason y’all want marcus and sydney together is cause they both black, they have zero chemistry. prove to me otherwise, quickly. I understand that people are tired of seeing interracial relationships (which is not really a problem but that’s a post for another day 😒 y’all swear that “the media” is trying to trick black women into marrying out or something stupid like that when we all know black women marry in their race more than any other demographic. imma just say black women should go where they are loved and fuck the noise) but y’all do this with nearly every show. Pairing characters together cause they’re the same race even though they have nothing in common. Nonblack people love doing this which i know why but again not the post.

But what REALLY pisses me off is calling Chefs Kiss a mentor/mentee relationship and then proceeding to ship sydney and MARCUS???

like you can’t be serious. carmy so clearly sees syd as his equal proven by the fact he wants to revamp his BUSINESS, his LIVELIHOOD with her. someone he’s known the least amount of time.

We’ve discussed this before but we know why Jeremy is probably wary about romance because of how hypersexual his previous job was and i get that, but I have yet to see a sydcarmy fan who wants them rawdogging on the kitchen floor. Idk it’s strange the way this show is edited and the music choices, and the script is written if they intended to go no romance for them. I’m really interested to see what their dynamic is like next season if they’re going to change it moving forward to dissuade fans from shipping by separating the two(like stucky vibes) it won’t work but that’ll be very annoying.

The WORST thing the show runners could do is insert a new love interest, that would piss me off to no end and i would stop watching the show. In the latest article they said(writer or show runner don’t remember) they wanted a show with no romance plot so they better fucking stick to it. I don’t want carmy to get to a later season and they’ve introduced a palm colored love interest for him. i swear to god i will turn the show off.

Now I personally will continue to ship them i’ve done so with other ships with far less, but that doesn’t mean i’m not a little annoyed. I hope they stick to their word if that’s the case.

ALSO we need more black women as romantic leads so go read the brown sister novels (chloe brown, dani brown, and eve brown) and hype them up so we can get movies( or in a perfect world a TV SERIES 🤭) based on them

TLDR: it’s dumb to hate sydcarmy cause you personally hate interracial relationships, if they mean no romance they should do no romance, that article was dumb and didn’t need to come out when we’ve already heard from both lead actors they don’t like the ship. we got it the first time. also read the brown sisters and spread the word so we can get a tv show about them thanks.

[headingalaxys-spicy]

🌟Last Writing Post of 2022!🌟

The Golden Nightingale part.2 @nubigenouss as promised a tag in the newest part.

Enjoy y’all . Also in 2023 I will be going back though my work to make edits so there is more to read and so I can improve the writing.

Part 1

America- The Tourmaline Daydream

The World stage where Hero’s came to showcase their powers and prove to the world their worth. Hollywood dazzle need not fail Alfred F. Jones now.

He cleared his throat and coughed a little. Time to walk on that tight line of being strong yet allowing vulnerabilities to show. The con man has come alive. The hot ash from the already burning fire sucked the miniscule amount of oxygen from the room. Causing tensions to run higher.

“My people have been suffering in the health department. Many of them have succumbed to mental or physical illnesses that have left me in a state of national emergency. A specialized type of forest fungus has taken over the eastern and western coasts of my nation. The spores are beginning to spread across the midwest as we speak. Production will creep to a crawl, not enough for me, then none for trade. The world will feel the brunt of my nation’s suffering if I don’t have the nightingale.”

He begins to pace and make individual eye contact with everyone as he continues.

“If this fungi is allowed to continue… then future generations will be smaller in comparison. Less people to contribute to ground breaking research, production, and less brilliant minds to lead America! We’re all interconnected and the leading nation of innovation. If I begin to slag behind so will the rest of you!”

“Explain how you’re the only one who has ‘innovation’ Pompous American.” Was what some wanted to say but kept it to themselves in the back of their minds.

“If I have the golden nightingale. I will carry on bravely. I want to MARRY Y/N the nightingale. It’s the only way that I can get my nation back on track so I can aid the rest of you and finish some of the commitments that I have with some of you.

His eyes wander over all the nations briefly making eye contact with his cunning fox-like smile. Without looking into the windows of his soul it portrayed the expression of one who is trying to be brave in the face of adversity.

“As an example of some of the commitments I won’t be able to finish…..Germany. I won’t be able to send over that new medical technology that we’ve discussed. I’ve had to divert 20% of it into resources that can help me stop the fungi from spreading further into our forests and wildlife. Containment has become difficult since the spores do attach themselves to any animal that brushes up against them or bees that carry them to other parts of my ecosystems. The longer this goes on who knows… it could be right on your doorstep by next week. There are still some effects of the mushrooms that we haven’t identified yet. And things can get worse.”

He faces his audience head on as if he expected them to state some absurd objection. He was searching for doubt. So he could devour it. All in the room had barely readable expressions that were laced with concern.

The Italian had his amber orbs open, for once not distracted by doodling or chowing down on Pizza during the middle of the meeting. The ramifications of not handing the Nightingale over to America would mean all may have an ecological disaster that can severely damage the quality of life for all the people in his nation.

‘Merda. The American has a point. If he doesn’t get the Nightingale to repel the ecological / endemic in his nation that doesn’t bode well for my population that is struggling with crops. I’ll disappear like Grandpa Rome.’ Italy simply kept his hands folded in front of his mouth as he let the American continue on during his last minute to make his case.

“So if you dudes don’t want fungi that tampers with brain matter within humans and give them hallucinations for 78 hours which leads them to their deaths, makes a person or animal a brain dead potato, or can paralyze you I suggest you allow me to Marry Y/N so this can all go away and we can be safe. That elusive mushroom is well on its way to entrapping the world in a glittery neurotic yellow haze. None of you would be prepared for it. So grant the Hero his superpowers!”

‘Verdammt! So America has a different type of endemic that has sprung from the forests’ fungi while in my nation it’s more of a poisonous moth that makes people and animals sick. Hm. I wonder if this means….’

He allows his eyes to wander over to your unconscious form that was in a glass and lonsdaleite orb. One of the multitudes of rainbow rays that reflected off of the shiny bubble that encased you and struck his brilliant blues. He’s never seen a more beautiful person in his life.

He reaches for his pure aquamarine tourmaline and holds it up to his assembly.

“I am Alfred F. Jones and I want the right to marry y/n so I can become strong and fulfill my solemn duty as a Hero to save the world!”

England couldn’t help but grimace at that statement. He allowed his verdant eyes to admire the enchanted shackles that you were in. They were gold and had been placed upon your neck, ankles, and wrists. If only performing the spell he had in mind didn’t take so much energy from him.

The room was smoldering over with heavy silence. Many wanted to add in their logs to keep the blaze going.

“Okay only two questions can be asked. Who has some?” Germany states as the timer on his phone signaled that America’s Heroic speech time has officially ended.

“Question America. How long have you known about this invasive fungus and its devastating effects?”

“Within the last week.”

“When were you planning to tell all of the international community? Or were you planning to keep it a -”

“That’s three questions. Keep it simple Russia. We do need to keep this meeting moving efficiently seeing that we all have urgent matters we need to attend to.”

“Now, after I had all of the necessary information ready to announce.” He pulled out a newspaper and iPhone that showed news of the fungus running amok in an international UK publishcation.

His flaxen eyebrows lowered while his smile remained plastered on his face. The answer was just satisfying enough to where he couldn’t add in more fuel currently.

Sounds of cellphones sending mass messages tore through the room while some were simultaneously writing. Even Germany was distracted .

“Entshuldgung. I needed to alert my officials of something. Next, China. You have five minutes to make your case.”

‘Of course. I’ve been skipped.’ He drums his fingers in annoyance as he passively listens to Yao try and convince the nations to not hand you over to America.

His violet eyes wander over to your form. You had moved slightly with your forearm covering your eyes from the concentrated light in your constricting dome. ‘Poor Y/N being auctioned off just so that these jerks can gain power. Not even recognizing that you’re human and have dreams.’ As he struggles with how the others could be selfish. The Angelite on his necklace emitted a soft glow beneath his flannel.

In the inner depths of your subconscious you saw a calming sky blue light filled your vision. Curiosity filled your mind. You felt drunk and in a winter star haze. Miniscule snowflakes touched your face and an ease swept over your body.

You soon found yourself near a flame and had a hot chocolate that shimmered with peppermint flakes and marshmallows and foam that formed the shape of a polar bear.

‘Well at least it’s nice where I am.’ You sip at the piping hot drink leisurely as you pay no mind to the rest of the void that surrounded you and the fragments of memories that some you could recognize but others were foreign to you. They floated in the air like bubbles traveling aimlessly through space.

‘Y/N? Y/N?’ A muted male voice echoed through the thick navy blue blackness. You didn't react to it. You let your mind wander as you stared at your drink.

‘Y/N! Y/N! Can you hear me? Please Maple. I won’t harm you!’

This time your ears perked up to the disembodied call.

‘Okay. Uh Hello? Where are you? Who are you but also what?’

‘You’re in danger in real life Y/N.’ The voice was closer and it lost its echo.

‘Definitely don’t know what you mean. I exist…. And seem very much so free.’ You gesture to all of the speckled blank space that was filled with memories of both you and Canada.

‘So you don’t know you’ve been captured? That your life now hangs on the line. That all who are in our meeting room are in the middle of determining your fate as if you were a criminal of sorts. All because you have an actual heart of gold.’

You couldn't help but laugh at his ridiculous statement.

‘Okay, whatever you say uh… bear man with a curl.’ You giggle and Canada is caught off guard by how cute you sound in your subconscious. Would it be the same as if in person?

‘I’m Matthew. Y/N and I’m here to help you. Please listen to me when I say that you’re in danger!’ His panic ignited the power of his Angelite. He wanted to shield you from the iniquitous master plans that he knew the others had for you.

Your eyes concentrated on how his soft yet angelic face contorted worry. As you were about to elaborate on what sort of danger you were in you suddenly felt the ground beneath you drag you down.

‘Y/N!!!’

It felt like thousands of points on a multitude of stars decided to dig into your legs and you sunk deeper into the pitch black that was laced with fragments of memories.

‘Matthew! Save me!’ The tar had fully consumed you, disconnecting you from Matthew.

England thumped his gloved fingers against the mahogany table top as he looked at his viridescent diamond. It projected to him what was going on in your subconscious. He hid his frown with his hand as he glared at the Canadian that gawked at you. Not even remotely listening to Yao make his case for you.

‘Looks like Canada is going to be an issue for me.’

[healsighted]

Rules

Following

This blog is a sideblog to my main blog ( @universestreasures ) So, if that blog is following you and you are following this one, we are mutuals!

This blog is private and very selective on who I follow back for the my own comfort. I always read the pages/pinned posts/carrds/google docs of everyone I am thinking about following back! There is nothing personal if I don’t follow back to!

This blog only writes with MUTUALS ONLY! This means that I am following you and you are following me. However, I do play with sideblogs! If you have to follow me on your main, that is a ok!

I only follow blogs I am either interested with interacting or ones I have threads with. 

I do not mind personals following me or sending in things like HC asks or character questions. In fact, I like it! However, if any personal reblogs any RP related content or any posts/edits with personals do not reblog on it, I will block the personal. 

Blog Basics

This blog is NOT NSFW friendly. Mun is of age, but does not wish to write things above PG 13.

Most people I think now this about me already, but content of NSFW//Heavy Gore nature makes me quite uncomfortable. I ask that that content be tagged in some form (Even if it’s a special tag, as long as I can black it out we golden. If I can’t, I will inform you of that just so you’re aware! People have been using #rarity don’t look for anything they think would be intense for me for example, but as long as it’s tagged in general). If you do not do this, I probably will not follow back or unfollow for my own comfort. Nothing personal. 

This Blog is AU/Crossover/Canon Divergent/Variant (Duplicate) Friendly!

This Blog is Highly OC Selective! 

This blog is drama free. If you intentionally try to cause drama, I will send a warning before blockage 

I do not accept Magic Anons!!!

I don’t have a password or anything! 

Mains/Exclusives & Shipping

This blog does play with multiples of the same muse, and that does go for shipping too. That does not mean I enjoy one interpenetration over another, I enjoy all interpretations. RP for me is about fun, and having a good time. It is not a competition, and everyone’s interpretation of a muse is valid and unique. If you do not understand that, then please do not write with me.

I am selective on what romantic pairings I do with my muse, both in what pairings there are and who I write with. I prefer some OOC rapport be built before we get into shipping, but I am open to discussing the possibilities anytime! Never feel afraid to approach me. 

In that same vein, I do not do Mains/Exclusives in general, except on Verses (AKA a closed verse). If someone wants to make me their main or exclusive, you can do so! I’d be flattered! However, that does not mean I will be exclusive/mains back. This includes shipping as well, as I do ship with multiples of the same character and write with multiples of the same character. Everything I write with each mun is separate unless specified otherwise.

General Writing Stuff

I am much better at plotting rps (at least a bit!) as compared to 100% winging it, especially for crossovers or aus. My DMS are always open for it, so don’t feel afraid to reach out!

OOC communication is a must!!! 

No godmodding my character unless you have permission from me to do so. Please ask before hand if you need to do this for a reply. 

MUN DOES NOT EQUAL THE MUSE. 

I won’t be doing any writing of any actual cardfights on this blog. Battle scenes I’m fine with and can do, but anything that’s a game will not be written out. However, using it as a plot element or saying something happened is of course a okay! I just know trying to write out an actual game is very hard and can be pretty clunky! 

You may start a thread via sending me an ask, tagging me in a post with a starter, or sending me a starter meme. I do prefer plotted starters over anything else to begin (esp with new people), but I can work with most what anyone gives me. 

Reply speed can vary. Sometimes I write a lot, sometimes I only post one thing. What I am I’m interested in writing/which muses I am vibing with can shift randomly! I also am a busy student in Grad School and hopefully, soon a PHD student. This is nothing personal! I simply write what I’m motivated to write at the moments I can sit down and write, and sometimes I can’t even do that. RP is, again, a hobby. Usually plotting helps a lot with reply speed since it gives me a direction to go in, though!

In the same vein, if I drop a thread it is nothing personal either. I certainly am never offended if anyone wants to drop something with me. RP is a two way street, and if one person isn’t vibing a thread for whatever reason, then I don’t see any reason to keep forcing it. Something new can always be made if something is dropped!!!

I am AU TRASH so if you ever get an AU idea, please throw them at me!

I am happy to make changes if there is an issue with a thread! Just notify me!

Muse Interpretation

My Hazuki is what like to call canon based and headcanon expanded, meaning she does mostly follow canon (mainly based off the original anime) as a basis but with some expanded characterizations or slight changes to make her my own. 

Hazuki's orientation is hetero!

All the headcanons/character lore I post are ones that I create based off my own interpretations or discussions I’ve had talking with some of my mutuals. I don’t own any of my headcanons, and if someone happens to have the same HC as me (which happens a lot esp in big fandoms), agrees with my hcs, and wants to use that for their muse if they write the same chr, go for it. Great minds think a like, and everyone can write their muse how they want to! 

Writing Style

I tend to view my writing style as if I am a storyteller, which usually my writing has sometimes some humor, a lot of character introspection, imagery, and lore, world, and context building. 

I tend to write A LOT, as a result. However, I do not expect anyone to match my length at all! As long as I’m given enough to work with, we should be golden! If I can’t work something, I’ll be sure to reach out! 

I do not usually use Japanese honorifics (Kun, Sama, Chan, San, etc.) in my writing since I am not confident in my abilities to use them correctly and do not want to offend or disrespect Japanese culture and the language. However, if it is a honorific that is used in canon, then I might use it. This is dependent on my partner though. My partners are free to use them though of course!

I use bold for emphasis, italics for internal thoughts or narration, and bold italics for emphasis on internal thoughts or narration. I might also use big text or special fonts for a flourish here and there, depending on what I’m writing. 

Graphics

I use two dividers and blockquote icons in my posts, along with colored text. If you need colored text removed for our interactions or tagged, please let me know asap!

I make all my own icons, gifs, manga coloring and headers so please DO NOT STEAL THEM.

Any art used in edits/icons is either official art or fanart used with permission.

[goddessofland]

Rules

Following

This blog is a sideblog to my main blog ( @universestreasures ) So, if that blog is following you and you are following this one, we are mutuals!

This blog is private and very selective on who I follow back for the my own comfort. I always read the pages/pinned posts/carrds/google docs of everyone I am thinking about following back! There is nothing personal if I don’t follow back to!

This blog only writes with MUTUALS ONLY! This means that I am following you and you are following me. However, I do play with sideblogs! If you have to follow me on your main, that is a ok!

I only follow blogs I am either interested with interacting or ones I have threads with. 

I do not mind personals following me or sending in things like HC asks or character questions. In fact, I like it! However, if any personal reblogs any RP related content or any posts/edits with personals do not reblog on it, I will block the personal. 

Blog Basics

This blog is NOT NSFW friendly. Mun is of age, but does not wish to write things above PG 13.

Most people I think now this about me already, but content of NSFW//Heavy Gore nature makes me quite uncomfortable. I ask that that content be tagged in some form (Even if it’s a special tag, as long as I can black it out we golden. If I can’t, I will inform you of that just so you’re aware! People have been using #rarity don’t look for anything they think would be intense for me for example, but as long as it’s tagged in general). If you do not do this, I probably will not follow back or unfollow for my own comfort. Nothing personal. 

This Blog is AU/Crossover/Canon Divergent/Variant (Duplicate) Friendly!

This Blog is Highly OC Selective! 

This blog is drama free. If you intentionally try to cause drama, I will send a warning before blockage 

I do not accept Magic Anons!!!

I don’t have a password or anything! 

Mains/Exclusives & Shipping

This blog does play with multiples of the same muse, and that does go for shipping too. That does not mean I enjoy one interpenetration over another, I enjoy all interpretations. RP for me is about fun, and having a good time. It is not a competition, and everyone’s interpretation of a muse is valid and unique.  If you do not understand that, then please do not write with me.

I am selective on what romantic pairings I do with my muses, both in what pairings there are and who I write with. I prefer some OOC rapport be built before we get into shipping, but I am open to discussing the possibilities anytime! Never feel afraid to approach me. 

In that same vein, I do not do Mains/Exclusives in general, except on Verses (AKA a closed verse). If someone wants to make me their main or exclusive, you can do so! I’d be flattered! However, that does not mean I will be exclusive/mains back. This includes shipping as well, as I do ship with multiples of the same character and write with multiples of the same character. Everything I write with each mun is separate unless specified otherwise

General Writing Stuff

I am much better at plotting rps (at least a bit!) as compared to 100% winging it, especially for crossovers or aus. My DMS are always open for it, so don’t feel afraid to reach out!

OOC communication is a must!!! 

No godmodding my character unless you have permission from me to do so. Please ask before hand if you need to do this for a reply. 

MUN DOES NOT EQUAL THE MUSE. 

I won’t be doing any writing of any actual cardfights on this blog. Battle scenes I’m fine with and can do, but anything that’s a game will not be written out. However, using it as a plot element or saying something happened is of course a okay! I just know trying to write out an actual game is very hard and can be pretty clunky! 

You may start a thread via sending me an ask, tagging me in a post with a starter, or sending me a starter meme. I do prefer plotted starters over anything else to begin (esp with new people), but I can work with most what anyone gives me. 

Reply speed can vary. Sometimes I write a lot, sometimes I only post one thing. What I am I’m interested in writing/which muses I am vibing with can shift randomly! I also am a busy student in Grad School and hopefully, soon a PHD student. This is nothing personal! I simply write what I’m motivated to write at the moments I can sit down and write, and sometimes I can’t even do that. RP is, again, a hobby. Usually plotting helps a lot with reply speed since it gives me a direction to go in, though!

In the same vein, if I drop a thread it is nothing personal either. I certainly am never offended if anyone wants to drop something with me. RP is a two way street, and if one person isn’t vibing a thread for whatever reason, then I don’t see any reason to keep forcing it. Something new can always be made if something is dropped!!!

I am AU TRASH so if you ever get an AU idea, please throw them at me!

I am happy to make changes if there is an issue with a thread! Just notify me!

Muse Interpretation

My Nanami is what like to call canon based and headcanon expanded, meaning she does mostly follow canon (mainly based off the original anime) as a basis but with some expanded characterizations or slight changes to make her my own. 

Nanmi's orientation is hetero!

All the headcanons/character lore I post are ones that I create based off my own interpretations or discussions I’ve had talking with some of my mutuals. I don’t own any of my headcanons, and if someone happens to have the same HC as me (which happens a lot esp in big fandoms), agrees with my hcs, and wants to use that for their muse if they write the same chr, go for it. Great minds think a like, and everyone can write their muse how they want to! 

Writing Style

I tend to view my writing style as if I am a storyteller, which usually my writing has sometimes some humor, a lot of character introspection, imagery, and lore, world, and context building. 

I tend to write A LOT, as a result. However, I do not expect anyone to match my length at all! As long as I’m given enough to work with, we should be golden! If I can’t work something, I’ll be sure to reach out! 

I do not usually use Japanese honorifics (Kun, Sama, Chan, San, etc) in my writing since I am not confident in my abilities to use them correctly and do not want to offend or disrespect Japenese culture and the language. However, if it is a honorific that is used in canon, then I might use it. This is dependent on my partner though. My partners are free to use them though of course!

I use bold for emphasis, italics for internal thoughts or narration, and bold italics for emphasis on internal thoughts or narration. I might also use big text or special fonts for a flourish here and there, depending on what I’m writing. 

Graphics

I use one divider and blockquote icons in my posts, along with colored text. If you need colored text removed for our interactions or tagged, please let me know asap!

I make all my own icons, gifs, manga coloring and headers so please DO NOT STEAL THEM.

Any art used in edits/icons is either official art or fanart used with permission.

[fatedofmiracles]

Following

This blog is a sideblog to my main hub blog ( @vanguardsofcray ) So, if that blog is following you and you are following this one, we are mutuals!

This blog is private and very selective on who I follow back for the my own comfort. I always read the pages/pinned posts/carrds/google docs of everyone I am thinking about following back! There is nothing personal if I don’t follow back to!

This blog only writes with MUTUALS ONLY! This means that I am following you and you are following me. However, I do play with sideblogs! If you have to follow me on your main, that is a ok!

I only follow blogs I am either interested with interacting or ones I have threads with. 

I do not mind personals following me or sending in things like HC asks or character questions. In fact, I like it! However, if any personal reblogs any RP related content or any posts/edits with personals do not reblog on it, I will block the personal. 

Blog Basics

This blog is NOT NSFW friendly. Mun is of age, but does not wish to write things above PG 13.

This blog is not spoiler free!!! Divenez is current airing, so spoilers will be present!

Most people I think now this about me already, but content of NSFW//Heavy Gore nature makes me quite uncomfortable. I ask that that content be tagged in some form (Even if it’s a special tag, as long as I can black it out we golden. If I can’t, I will inform you of that just so you’re aware! People have been using #rarity don’t look for anything they think would be intense for me for example, but as long as it’s tagged in general). If you do not do this, I probably will not follow back or unfollow for my own comfort. Nothing personal. 

This Blog is AU/Crossover/Canon Divergent/Variant (Duplicate) Friendly!

This Blog is Highly OC Selective! 

This blog is drama free. If you intentionally try to cause drama, I will send a warning before blockage 

I do not accept Magic Anons!!!

I don’t have a password or anything! 

Mains/Exclusives & Shipping

This blog does play with multiples of the same muse, and that does go for shipping too. That does not mean I enjoy one interpretation over another; I enjoy all interpretations. RP for me is about fun, and having a good time. It is not a competition, and everyone’s interpretation of a muse is valid and unique.  If you do not understand that, then please do not write with me.

I am selective on what romantic pairings I do with my muses, both in what pairings there are and who I write with. I prefer some OOC rapport be built before we get into shipping, but I am open to discussing the possibilities anytime! Never feel afraid to approach me. 

In that same vein, I do not do Mains/Exclusives in general, except on Verses (AKA a closed verse). If someone wants to make me their main or exclusive, you can do so! I’d be flattered! However, that does not mean I will be exclusive/mains back. This includes shipping as well, as I do ship with multiples of the same character and write with multiples of the same character. Everything I write with each mun is separate unless specified otherwise

General Writing Stuff

I am much better at plotting rps (at least a bit!) as compared to 100% winging it, especially for crossovers or aus. My DMS are always open for it, so don’t feel afraid to reach out!

OOC communication is a must!!! 

No godmodding my character unless you have permission from me to do so. Please ask before hand if you need to do this for a reply. 

MUN DOES NOT EQUAL THE MUSE. 

I won’t be doing any writing of any actual cardfights on this blog. Battle scenes I’m fine with and can do, but anything that’s a game will not be written out. However, using it as a plot element or saying something happened is of course a okay! I just know trying to write out an actual game is very hard and can be pretty clunky! 

You may start a thread via sending me an ask, tagging me in a post with a starter, or sending me a starter meme. I do prefer plotted starters over anything else to begin (esp with new people), but I can work with most what anyone gives me. 

Reply speed can vary. Sometimes I write a lot, sometimes I only post one thing. What I am I’m interested in writing/which muses I am vibing with can shift randomly! I also am a busy student in Grad School and hopefully, soon a PHD student. This is nothing personal! I simply write what I’m motivated to write at the moments I can sit down and write, and sometimes I can’t even do that. RP is, again, a hobby. Usually plotting helps a lot with reply speed since it gives me a direction to go in, though!

In the same vein, if I drop a thread it is nothing personal either. I certainly am never offended if anyone wants to drop something with me. RP is a two way street, and if one person isn’t vibing a thread for whatever reason, then I don’t see any reason to keep forcing it. Something new can always be made if something is dropped!!!

I am AU TRASH so if you ever get an AU idea, please throw them at me!

I am happy to make changes if there is an issue with a thread! Just notify me!

Muse Interpretation

My Akina is what like to call canon based and headcanon expanded, meaning he does mostly follow canon (mainly based off the original anime with some v series influence) as a basis but with some expanded characterizations or slight changes to make him my own. 

Akina's orientation is bi!

All the headcanons/character lore I post are ones that I create based off my own interpretations or discussions I’ve had talking with some of my mutuals. I don’t own any of my headcanons, and if someone happens to have the same HC as me (which happens a lot esp in big fandoms), agrees with my hcs, and wants to use that for their muse if they write the same chr, go for it. Great minds think a like, and everyone can write their muse how they want to! 

Writing Style

I tend to view my writing style as if I am a storyteller, which usually my writing has sometimes some humor, a lot of character introspection, imagery, and lore, world, and context building. 

I tend to write A LOT, as a result. However, I do not expect anyone to match my length at all! As long as I’m given enough to work with, we should be golden! If I can’t work something, I’ll be sure to reach out! 

do not usually use Japanese honorifics (Kun, Sama, Chan, San, etc) in my writing since I am not confident in my abilities to use them correctly and do not want to offend or disrespect Japanese culture and the language. However, if it is a honorific that is used in canon (such as Akina calling Nao, Nao Senpai), then I might use it. This is dependent on my partner though. My partners are free to use them though of course!

I use bold for emphasis, italics for internal thoughts or narration, and bold italics for emphasis on internal thoughts or narration. I might also use big text or special fonts for a flourish here and there, depending on what I’m writing. 

Graphics

I use one divider and blockquote icons in my posts.

I make all my own icons, gifs, manga coloring and headers so please DO NOT STEAL THEM.

Any art used in edits/icons is either official art or fanart used with permission.

[surpasstorm]

Following

This blog is a sideblog to my main hub blog ( @vanguardsofcray ) So, if that blog is following you and you are following this one, we are mutuals!

This blog is private and very selective on who I follow back for the my own comfort. I always read the pages/pinned posts/carrds/google docs of everyone I am thinking about following back! There is nothing personal if I don’t follow back to!

This blog only writes with MUTUALS ONLY! This means that I am following you and you are following me. However, I do play with sideblogs! If you have to follow me on your main, that is a ok!

I only follow blogs I am either interested with interacting or ones I have threads with. 

I do not mind personals following me or sending in things like HC asks or character questions. In fact, I like it! However, if any personal reblogs any RP related content or any posts/edits with personals do not reblog on it, I will block the personal. 

Blog Basics

This blog is NOT NSFW friendly. Mun is of age, but does not wish to write things above PG 13.

Most people I think now this about me already, but content of NSFW//Heavy Gore nature makes me quite uncomfortable. I ask that that content be tagged in some form (Even if it’s a special tag, as long as I can black it out we golden. If I can’t, I will inform you of that just so you’re aware! People have been using #rarity don’t look for anything they think would be intense for me for example, but as long as it’s tagged in general). If you do not do this, I probably will not follow back or unfollow for my own comfort. Nothing personal. 

This Blog is AU/Crossover/Canon Divergent/Variant (Duplicate) Friendly!

This Blog is Highly OC Selective! 

This blog is drama free. If you intentionally try to cause drama, I will send a warning before blockage 

I do not accept Magic Anons!!!

I don’t have a password or anything! 

Mains/Exclusives & Shipping

This blog does play with multiples of the same muse, and that does go for shipping too. That does not mean I enjoy one interpretation over another; I enjoy all interpretations. RP for me is about fun, and having a good time. It is not a competition, and everyone’s interpretation of a muse is valid and unique.  If you do not understand that, then please do not write with me.

I am selective on what romantic pairings I do with my muses, both in what pairings there are and who I write with. I prefer some OOC rapport be built before we get into shipping, but I am open to discussing the possibilities anytime! Never feel afraid to approach me. 

In that same vein, I do not do Mains/Exclusives in general, except on Verses (AKA a closed verse). If someone wants to make me their main or exclusive, you can do so! I’d be flattered! However, that does not mean I will be exclusive/mains back. This includes shipping as well, as I do ship with multiples of the same character and write with multiples of the same character. Everything I write with each mun is separate unless specified otherwise

General Writing Stuff

I am much better at plotting rps (at least a bit!) as compared to 100% winging it, especially for crossovers or aus. My DMS are always open for it, so don’t feel afraid to reach out!

OOC communication is a must!!! 

No godmodding my character unless you have permission from me to do so. Please ask before hand if you need to do this for a reply. 

MUN DOES NOT EQUAL THE MUSE. 

I won’t be doing any writing of any actual cardfights on this blog. Battle scenes I’m fine with and can do, but anything that’s a game will not be written out. However, using it as a plot element or saying something happened is of course a okay! I just know trying to write out an actual game is very hard and can be pretty clunky! 

You may start a thread via sending me an ask, tagging me in a post with a starter, or sending me a starter meme. I do prefer plotted starters over anything else to begin (esp with new people), but I can work with most what anyone gives me. 

Reply speed can vary. Sometimes I write a lot, sometimes I only post one thing. What I am I’m interested in writing/which muses I am vibing with can shift randomly! I also am a busy student in Grad School and hopefully, soon a PHD student. This is nothing personal! I simply write what I’m motivated to write at the moments I can sit down and write, and sometimes I can’t even do that. RP is, again, a hobby. Usually plotting helps a lot with reply speed since it gives me a direction to go in, though!

In the same vein, if I drop a thread it is nothing personal either. I certainly am never offended if anyone wants to drop something with me. RP is a two way street, and if one person isn’t vibing a thread for whatever reason, then I don’t see any reason to keep forcing it. Something new can always be made if something is dropped!!!

I am AU TRASH so if you ever get an AU idea, please throw them at me!

I am happy to make changes if there is an issue with a thread! Just notify me!

Muse Interpretation

My Jaime is what like to call canon based and headcanon expanded, meaning he does mostly follow canon (mainly based off the original anime with some v series influence) as a basis but with some expanded characterizations or slight changes to make him my own. 

Jaime’s orientation is bi!

All the headcanons/character lore I post are ones that I create based off my own interpretations or discussions I’ve had talking with some of my mutuals. I don’t own any of my headcanons, and if someone happens to have the same HC as me (which happens a lot esp in big fandoms), agrees with my hcs, and wants to use that for their muse if they write the same chr, go for it. Great minds think a like, and everyone can write their muse how they want to! 

Writing Style

I tend to view my writing style as if I am a storyteller, which usually my writing has sometimes some humor, a lot of character introspection, imagery, and lore, world, and context building. 

I tend to write A LOT, as a result. However, I do not expect anyone to match my length at all! As long as I’m given enough to work with, we should be golden! If I can’t work something, I’ll be sure to reach out! 

Jaime is from Spain and canonically does stumble a bit with Japanese and throws in English or Spanish words in his dialogue (such as Amingo) even when speaking in Japenese. He also won't use any honorifics either.

I use bold for emphasis, italics for internal thoughts or narration, and bold italics for emphasis on internal thoughts or narration. I might also use big text or special fonts for a flourish here and there, depending on what I’m writing. 

Graphics

I use one divider and blockquote icons in my posts.

I make all my own icons, gifs, manga coloring and headers so please DO NOT STEAL THEM.

Any art used in edits/icons is either official art or fanart used with permission.

[saltyunordinaryprincess]

𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕄𝕦𝕟

Blog run by a friendly she/her named Paws.

Mun has 15+ years experience; Tumblr, Discord & classic AIM

Mun & Muses 18+

Mutuals only… lets chat to make sure we vibe

Non-exclusive

OUAT canon, canon-divergent, and AU-friendly

Open, semi-selective, and accepting starters

Prompts, memes and plotting available

Eastern Standard Time (GMT -05:00)

Full-time employee, Part-time blogger

ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤

NSFW 🔞 must be discussed ahead of time and both parties must both consent. I am 100% ok with any graphic details being moved to DM or fading to black/behind closed doors.

I like to talk to new partners before just jumping into threads first. Nothing complicated, just to make sure we as muns can vibe. Because if we can’t vibe in casual conversation its going to make roleplaying more complicated. I want us to be able to talk if something comes up we are uncomfortable with, or if we have an idea we want to share. We don’t need to be besties, but I want us to be able to communicate.

Literacy is important, but mistakes do happen. I promise to do my best to proof read and edit all my posts before I click submit if you do the same. But then again, this is all for fun. I’m not looking to win a Pulitzer here.

I am non-exclusive, and do not mind working with multiples of the same character and will do my best to keep the stories separate (again, my tagging is complicated).

I do my best to match my partner length or length in replies. But at the same time, I prefer quality over quantity. We can always discuss expectations in reply lengths ahead of time if you would like (para, chat-style, short and sweet, etc) I used to do creative writing as a hobby in college so I tend to get carried away with details and descriptions. Feel free to poke me to tone it down if my replies become more outrageous and more fan fiction less roleplay.

I do not mind having more then one thread with the same character and/or partner. As long as we can both keep up, the more the merrier. Thus the reason I try to keep up with my own complicated tagging system.

If a thread starts from an ask (meme or prompt), if it gets involved and lengthy, I will most likely move it to it’s own post with a title to just remove the original ask post but I will link back to it, just allows shrinking easier.

Life happens, if I don’t reply to a thread in like 3 days, please feel free to DM me. There is a good chance I either missed the notification, totally forgot Tumblr existed and got lost in a side hobby (neurodivergent), or completely forgot to mention I was going away for a few days. I won’t be mad if you remind me. And if you wish, I will give you the same curtesy. 

If you are not one of the involved parties, please do not just jump into the roleplay without reaching out first to one of the involved parties. All my threads are CLOSED unless otherwise stated. Threads that are open to the public will be very clearly marked as [open to others].

On that same note, if you are not in the roleplay, please do not reblog any of the threads. You can like ❤️ and you can freely send us positive DMs as comments, but please do not reblog. It bogs down notifications and causes confusion in an already confusing and chaotic system.

Please do not ghost me. If you are no longer interested in roleplaying with me, please just send a quick DM. If you are going away on a sabbatical from Tumblr for an unknown time, family vacation, change in work/school schedule or you just don’t want to roleplay anymore, I beseech you to please just send a quick DM. I will not make a fuss. Ghosting hurts and makes me panic and worry about your wellbeing. Dead air in the middle of a planned plot is just heartbreaking with no explanation.

Once again, on a similar note, if we are in the middle of a thread and you just are no longer vibing with it and lose interest in that particular one, or you want to take a break from it and start another, same applies. Just DM me. I rather stop a thread and start a new one then force someone to bs their way unhappily and have the quality go down because they are just not feeling it.

Have fun!  This is a hobby. A game. A form of therapy. Stress release. Self care. Self expression. This is not homework, a career, an obligation. We’re all here to have fun. So let’s have some fun!

Updated 6/21/2024

[bylightofdawn]

WIP Wednesday?

Okay I missed WIP Sunday and definitely was in no place to work om anything on Monday so have a belated WIP Sunday.

FAIR WARNING, there are some very heavy topics being discussed in this snippet, including suicide and a very based and unhealthy attitude towards suicide which I certainly don't encourage and believe as the writer but it feels pretty in keeping with the character's rather severe attitude towards such things. Just, please be mindful of your mental health.

Aside from this, it marks a sort of turning point for Cody and Slick's contentious relationship. They aren't gonna come out of this as besties but maybe they will manage to make it through the trip without strangling one another. As always it's super rough and has not be edited or looked over, etc.

Cody was too busy having his emotional breakdown to really acknowledge that, and he hastily rubbed at his eyes to try and wipe the evidence of tears away.

“I’ve been questioning for months why we would have gunned down Kenobi as we did. He was our General and we loved him.” The unspoken 'I loved him' resounded in the air, unstated but very much present all the same.

Slick, who had made his disdain for the Jedi abundantly clear, didn’t even offer any commiserating attempts at offering comfort. A part of Cody almost respected that. He would have been more offended if he’d tried to give him some osik about how Kenobi had been one of the good ones.

“You can blame those damn cloners for that. And the newly crowned Emperor. He was apparently playing us all the entire time. We are just pawns on his personal dejarik. A part of me could almost admire the long con if I didn’t want to shoot him in the head repeatedly. But that ain’t happening.”

Cody sucked in a sharp breath of air because it made much sense. The at the time Supreme Chancellor had reached out to him on his personal comm and had informed him to execute Order 66 and from there, everything had grown hazy and his memories from there on were almost completely obscured and impossible to focus on.

“He comm’d me. That bastard comm’d me and told me to execute Order 66 so he knew exactly what he was doing.”

“Yeah, that holds true of a lot of clones who have been extracted. They got that order, turned on their Jedi, and just massacred them.”

Cody physically flinched at those blunt words.

Slick frowned and fiddled with some buttons on the control panel of the ship.

“Look, why don’t you go back to medical and try and get some rest. I won’t pull anything, Won’t try and restrain you, but that arm of yours is still infected as hell, and you know what the medics always said about how important rest was to recover. And I’m sure you don’t want me to watch you fall apart. So I’m willing to give you some privacy to do that." Slick said without glancing in Cody's direction.

"Just…tell me know where your head is at? You’re not going to do something stupid like try and find a blaster or something sharp and do some kind of ridiculous attempt at redemption by taking your own life or anything? Are you a danger to yourself? Cause, that’s happened and I don’t want to clean up any more blood from my ship.”

Cody scoffed audibly. “I’m sure that would be a major inconvenience for you.”

“I already told you, I hate your guts but I don’t want you dead. We all have our paths to redemption and trying to save as many brothers as I can is mine. I also would like to think you’re not a coward who would take the easy way out but I could be wrong.”

“I’m not going to kill myself. I’m going to find a way to kill the kriffing Emperor and anything else who helped him screw us over.”

“An admirable goal but a foolish one. But everyone needs a purpose in life even if it one fueled by hatred I guess.”

That statement rubbed him the wrong way and Cody could practically heart the ghost of Obi-Wan’s voice in the back of his mind cautioning that hatred was just the path to the Dark Side and a lecture he’d given to Skywalker more than once.

But he wasn’t going to share that with Slick.

He pushed himself to his feet, feeling creaky and old as poor 99 in that moment.

“Try and eat the food I left you too? I’ll check on you later and see how you’re doing.”

“Don’t bother. Just let me know when we leave hyperspace and we’re on approach to wherever we’re going.”

“You’re not the boss of me or my CO anymore, Cody.”

“I don’t…care, do whatever you want.” He mumbled as he left the cockpit, suddenly desperate to put some distance between the shabuir and himself.

Cody made it to the med bay without any incident and eyed the food Slick had left him with little appetite. He realized suddenly what he wanted more than food itself, even if his stomach did rumble at the sight of it, was a trip to the refresher. He wanted to wash the embedded dirt and grime from himself because the idea of climbing back into that bed as filthy as he felt was unbearable.

He found what looked to be a com relay and pressed the button. “Hey, Slick? You got a refresher on this bucket of bolts?”

“Don’t insult my baby like that. But I do have one attached to the bunk room. Unlocking it now, don’t go through any of my stuff.”

“I couldn’t care less what kind of weird holoporn you’re interested in.” He sassed him tiredly as he turned back around to where he’d encountered the closed door before, which he’d thought might be the personal quarters on the ship.

He found the sonic readily enough. It wasn’t anything fancy and Cody found himself missing actual water showers because the heat and pressure of the water pounding on his shoulders might have loosened some of his tension but he wasn’t going to look a gift bantha in the mouth.

He stripped the spare set of clothing that Slick had dressed him in and stepped under the sonic and pushed the button to activate them. The familiar queer sensation of being ultrasonic vibrations hit his body. He knew some Natborns complained about having to use sonic showers, but he’d probably taken more of them than actual showers in his life. An actual shower with water was a rare luxury and the GAR hadn’t cared overly much about supplying luxuries to their soldiers.

Still, after weeks of not having a proper hygiene routine, this was practically the lap of luxury. He could feel the sweat and grime evaporating from his body and leaving him feeling the cleanest he’d felt in weeks.

If he tarried overly long in the sonic and had a fresh new emotional breakdown, that was no one’s business but his own. The sonic cleared tears away as easily as it cleared grime.

When Cody finally recovered enough to face the world again, he stepped out of the sonic shower only to discover Slick must have come in and traded out the clothes he’d given him before with a fresh pair as well as a set of fresh bacta patches and bandage. He also found a toothbrush and a tube of depil cream. The urge to slather it on his face and get rid of the itchy beard he’d been growing for the past few weeks was very tempting, but better sense won out.

The beard would help hide his instantly recognizable clone face somewhat, so he opted to keep it for now until he could figure out a better solution. He struggled a bit with trying to re-wrap his arm after he’s slapped a fresh bacta patch on his wound.

It was still a pretty gruesome sight and was puffy and leaking serous fluid. At least it wasn’t the same cloudy, smelly pus that had been leaking from the wound before. More importantly, those angry red lines tracing his blood vessels had faded so he suspected the risk of septicemia was past him.

Cody couldn’t believe the only thing standing between and death had been the most basic of medical supplies. In that moment, he understood Slick’s motivation for wanting to help as many brothers as he could. Because how many of them were out there living rough and on the run unable to escape Coruscant and other planets?

As much as he wanted to find a way to kill Palpatine, he suddenly understood why there were so many clones involved in this shadow operation Slick was part of.

When he closed his eyes, he could almost picture that frustratingly enigmatic but pleased smile Obi-Wan frequently had whenever someone figured out whatever obscure point he’d been trying to make without saying it. He hadn’t been a frequent recipient of it but he’d certainly seen Skywalker and others get it more than a few times over the years.

Pain blossomed anew in his chest like an exquisite flower comprised of razorblades and limed in acid.

He had to take a couple of deep breaths to compose himself before cleaning up after himself, and he made his way toward the med bay once more.

[herasyndlla]

lol loving the tags on my star wars writers post cause some of them are just plain wrong

[stardustprompts]

the devil in me  -   the dark pictures anthology  sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying   tw ;  death ,  language 

‘I will never be weary of you.’ 

‘that’s my (name), always finding that silver lining.’ 

‘how’s the marriage going?’

‘I’m starting to think I’ve gone and married a thrill seeker.’ 

‘see what happens when you chase a thrill?’ 

‘this feels like some sort of treacherous plot.’ 

‘I know that word. it’s french for something illicit.’

‘you know, this tub is awfully big. I think there might be room for another body.’

‘I really thought you’d have a little more fight in you.’

‘don’t fight it. it will only hurt more if you do.’ 

‘it’s really tough when just being honest means everyone thinks you’re a bitch.’ 

‘I’m sick of being on my own.’ 

‘it’s a fucking mess, to be honest with you.’

‘I was born with the devil in me.’ 

‘I’m waiting to hear what the catch is, no offense.’

‘it was 100% your fault. because you fly by the seat of your ass.’

‘just trust me.’ 

‘jesus, you try to give someone a compliment... ‘

‘how are you not in jail?’

‘you watch too many horror movies.’ 

‘bitch, I’m always camera ready.’ 

‘stop trying to make me like you.’ 

‘try not to fall and die.’ 

‘this reminds me of shit summer camps.’ 

‘you’re afraid of heights?’

‘oh shit! we’re all gonna die!’

‘don’t look down.’ 

‘you always knew how to get me through the shit, didn’t you?’ 

‘you are such a dick.’

‘oh my god! I think I peed a little!’ 

‘this place does give me the willies.’ 

‘scream if you need me for anything.’

‘I’ve blocked that from memory and do not want it coming back.’

‘you talk in your sleep. not sure I ever told you that.’ 

‘you’re cute when you’re worked up.’ 

‘you trying to scare me now? revenge? cause, good job...’

‘if my cheeks are red it’s from this wine, not because I’m bashful.’

‘I’m just fucking with you I’ve wanted to kiss you for months. I just was scared to make a real move.’ 

‘you have to let this go. we’re fine, (name).’

‘in the work that we do -  the very important work -  the truth is the star.’ 

‘next round’s on me, promise.’ 

‘I’m supposed to buy ‘nothing’ is eating away at you?’

‘what about taking a huge risk and just doing something?’

‘flimsy. I don’t buy it.’

‘you trying to butter me up?’

‘why are you letting them all think I broke up with you?’ 

‘ugh, I can’t decide if that’s sweet or selfish. or both.’ 

‘you can’t just roll up and drive - by psychoanalyze me.’ 

‘you have to accept the reality that this did not, and will not, work.’ 

‘maybe we should just add this topic to our ‘discussion no - fly’ list’.

‘remember our talk about boundaries?’ 

‘that scared the fuck out of me.’

‘you know he meets anger with more anger.’ 

‘that... sounded very sincere.’

‘I deserve better than this. so do you.’ 

‘I heard enough, thank you. I know what betrayal sounds like.’ 

‘great. happy? you have a future, and I don’t.’

‘am I the only one whose getting really freaked out by this place?’

‘as much as it pains me from the depths of my soul to say it, I’m starting to side with (name) on this one.’ 

‘not that I want to agree with you like ... ever ... but that’s what I’ve been saying.’ 

‘don’t come crying to me if you end up dead.’ 

‘I can’t decide who the judas is. I have so many options.’

‘you’re going to find out very soon that you won’t get very far without being a team player, (name).’ 

‘you don’t always have to get a word in, (name).’ 

‘of course you’re enjoying this.’

‘what do we do? we’re like... alone here.’ 

‘this is my don’t be scared song. sing it and I won’t be scared long.’

‘choices, (name). make better choices. this is your own damn fault.’

‘it’s a two person job to pull (name) away from her mirror.’

‘hey, help! somebody help me, I can’t see a thing!’

‘try to relax, slow deep breaths. in and out.’ 

‘you’re okay now. you’re safe.’ 

‘I’m not fucking tired!’

‘kills me to admit it, but (name) is right.’ 

‘we don’t know that’s what actually happened.’

‘this is when you suddenly choose to take a stand?’ 

‘we’re not safe here.’

‘I think maybe you’re confused about what you saw in the dark.’ 

‘I know what I saw.’

‘we’ve already got a plan, it’s leaving.’ 

‘would it kill you to think positively for a change.’

‘your delusions make for such great plans.’ 

‘just stay put so I know where to find you.’

‘I’m leaving, (name). you coming or not?’ 

‘sorry, just... still freaked out.’

‘you really don’t care about anything else, do you?’

‘i’m freaking the fuck out.’ 

‘shit! gimme your hand.’

‘we’re trapped. jesus, we’re trapped!’

‘maybe you’re right. but you don’t have to be an asshole about it.’ 

‘maybe that was a shitty thing to say, I’m sorry.’

‘ no, no, no. don’t put  ANY of this on me. this is all you.’ 

‘I guess I didn’t even think of that.’

‘guess I was holding out hope things would change for us. deep down, I’m still hoping.’

‘it was my fault.’

‘no it’s not fucking okay! it can’t be! I have to live with this every day.’ 

‘you have to get the fuck out anyway you can! just get the fuck out!’

‘there’s a lot of miles between eccentric and murderous.’ 

‘oh good, you hear a creepy kid voice too? I was worried I was finally snapping.’ 

‘I was worried I was finally snapping.’ 

‘are you losing your shit? ‘cuz I don’t need that right now.’

‘stop being such a damn wimp.’ 

‘are you okay? please say you’re alright!’

‘he wants us to chose, doesn’t he?!’

‘I don’t want to die! please help me!’

(name) is playing a game, and it’s no fucking joke!’

‘I’m suggesting we use our heads.’

‘we can make guesses all day, but if we die here it won’t matter.’ 

‘I’m not playing detective. I just want to survive.’

‘maybe isn’t good enough.’ 

‘no one is going to believe any of this without proof.’

‘crazy implies out of control. this is methodical.’ 

‘we’re not the first, are we?’

‘if something goes wrong one of us will be dead.’

‘you don’t have to do this.’

‘if it looks like it’s going south, get the hell out of there.’ 

‘please come back.’

‘if I see (name), he’ll wish I hadn’t.’

‘tell me you’ll be careful. tell me I’ll see you again.’

‘good, because I think I love you.’ 

‘well, now I have to come back.’ 

‘tell everyone I chose this. and if you get the chance to fuck him up, do it.’ 

‘how could you just leave her like that?!’

‘when I was a kid, I didn’t speak much.’ 

‘good thing you didn’t become a killer.’

‘suck it up, princess.’

‘I don’t suppose there’s any good news.’

‘if we go off - book we’re just going to make things worse. let’s stick to the plan.’

‘can you not freak me out any more than I already am?’

‘I was too scared to stop and look. I’m sorry.’

‘(name) you are out of your mind.’ 

‘I am not a murderer.’

‘do you hear what you’re saying? that is insane.’ 

‘you’re in shock and you’re not thinking straight.’ 

‘you’re in shock. all of us are. don’t beat yourself up.’ 

‘please tell me you can hear me.’ 

‘(name), I thought I lost you.’

‘no talking! I said hands where I can see them!’ 

‘after all this, starting over sounds like a good idea.’ 

‘so, probably not the right time to ask this but ...  like ... are we a thing?’ 

‘dude, trauma - bonding is legit hot. fuck yes, we’re a thing.’ 

‘how could I forget? you bring it up every chance you get.’ 

‘what did you win?’ 

‘this is gonna be so much fun!’

[k3rm1e]

cuddling headcanons! ★~(◡﹏◕✿)

this is more of a test thing to see if i like writing this way and if this blog does well

other imagines and headcanons won't include everyone i write unless it is specifically requested and is a prompt i really like

includes: wilbur nihachu karljacobs quackity dream georgenotfound sapnap p!tommyinnnit p!badboyhalo p!skeppy p!eret p!philza p!tubbo p!ranboo

cw: cursing

wilbur:

wilbur is a very cuddle-y guy

to me he seems very soft

i always see people saying he would like spooning, but i disagree

i feel like he would do more of a half-spooning thing with his head on your chest or the other way around

mans would DEFINITELY make you run your fingers through his hair

i feel like he would lay on your chest and just *nuzzle* into the space between your shoulder and neck

anytime you tried to leave him, whether it was because he had to do something or you had to, he would whine. so. fucking. much.

It would probably always go something like:

you - i need to piss

wilbur - no <3

but the moment he decides its time to stop cuddling its fine

and if you complain that you’re gonna miss him he’ll just call you clingy and tease you

like??? sir???

all in good fun though, no bad intentions :)

nihachu:

i feel like you and niki would face each other

with your head like under her chin and in her chest (this is a bad description but look at the “honeymoon hug” on the list for better explanation ;-;)

she would always want to protect you

so she does that by like almost guarding you and keeping you close

niki would definitely do the arm thing where she just lightly moves her hand up and down you arm

i’m so sorry if you don't understand that, it just feels like something she would do

if you haven't experienced that it kinda sorta feels like spiders??? but in a good way???

but generally she is very protective

she just holds you so close the whole time

even if she doesn’t want to let you go, she’s more understanding about it

she would be upset but wouldn’t show it because she doesn’t want to make you feel guilty

niki is generally just an amazing cuddle-r (is that a word?) and has a super comforting presence

karljacobs:

karl would definitely keep your head on his chest

the whole time he would just absolutely squeeze the life out of you

he would constantly bend his neck down to kiss your head

and instead of just like leaving his head down so he could kiss you it would just be:

*inner monologue karl* hmmm i wanna kiss them on their head

and he would lean down to do so which, cute

but then five seconds later he would do it again

and again another five seconds later

and again

very cute karl but please sir, your neck is gonna be so messed up after this

when you had to leave he would be upset, but like niki, would try not to show it

except karl is very bad at that and his pouting would be so obvious

so you would feel guilty and layback down with him

immediately he just becomes (●´ω｀●)

like a happy little puppy

karl is just too adorable for you to deny

quackity:

now we all know this, quackity is a huge dork

which is why i believe he would DEFINITELY use your butt as a pillow

not even in a weird way

i just feel like quackity isn’t too comfortable with touch so this is sorta his way of being close to you without it being a whole serious thing

like he still is able to be goofy and comfortable without it being a whole big thing

him doing this would almost always come with a flatty patty joke from you

which always causes him to threaten divorce, even though you aren’t married

while it isn’t a very good position for things like physical touch, it is good for talking and having conversations

for some reason i feel like he’s the type of person to text someone when they’re right next to each other

so while he’s laying down he’ll just send you random photos of himself

very annoying when your phone is spammed, but also good blackmail material >:)

i don’t think he’d be too clingy

obviously, he enjoys spending time with you

but if you told him you need to go do work or something he wouldn’t throw a fit or pout

big q just seems like he’d be more rational about stuff like that

overall a 420/69 cuddle partner

dream:

one word: spooning

mans just envelops you and has no shame

very big: “no you are mine! >:(“ energy

while he’s sleeping he’ll unconsciously nuzzle his head into your hair/the back of your neck

when you guys got to bed patches usually climbs in and you hold her

i love patches so much i could write headcanons just about her

dream always wants to be cuddling you

if you try to leave he won’t pout, there simply isn't a discussion on whether you’re moving or not

incase you haven’t caught on yet, the answer is no

you need to do work? just bring the laptop to bed

he needs to edit? just sit in his lap at his desk, duh

obviously, he knows at some point you guys need to stop cuddling

he just isn’t too stoked about it

when it comes time where he absolutely can’t cuddle with you, i feel like he’d be more chill

mainly just annoyed

georgenotfound:

i feel like george, like quackity, also wouldn’t be too touchy

i’m pretty sure he has a hard time expressing emotions (please correct me if i’m wrong!!) and i think that would crossover to his sleeping habits

i think he would prefer a sort of back-to-back cuddling position

it seems cold, i know

but also he would most definitely kick at you

so every night while trying to go to sleep suddenly you would just feel *kick*

and then instead of sleep you’re suddenly playing footsie

lots of laughter and warm feelings involved

george would probably pretend that you kicked his leg hard or something and act like you hurt him

the first few times you were actually worried

but then after a few months your only response was a sarcastic “cry about it”

which just led to more laughter

sapnap:

sapnap and you would do a sort of leg hug thing

you both you try to go to sleep in a cute spooning-type position

but the moment one of you fell asleep it all unraveled

you would wake up apart but you’re legs would still be touching

sapnap would joking blame it on you

“wow can’t believe you don't wanna be close with me even when we’re asleep”

“it’s not my fault! i can’t control where i end up when i sleep!”

“no, no. you don’t have to lie. i see how it is.”

“>:(“

but it's okay!

your legs are the first thing to react in a flight-or-fight situation, so they usually react in an honest way

which is like your legs are both reaching to hold each other!

p!tommyinnit:

i don’t get a very touchy vibe from tommy

i feel like the most he would do is put his arm over your shoulder

not in a flirty way, just in a “hey, there isn’t a lot of space, this will make sitting down more comfortable” way

he will let you sorta fidget with his hand/arm

i don't know if that makes sense but what i mean is that he’ll pretty much let his arm go *flop* so you can control it (by like moving it around or playing with his fingers)

in the beginning he would get annoyed

but eventually he would get used to it and wouldn’t really care

it sounds a bit strange but i personally find it very comforting to just have something to fidget with while watching youtube or netflix in bed with my friends

and it’s entertaining (sometimes i do this to me sister to annoy her :>)

he would act like he didn’t mind if you left him

but holy shit he is so clingy

If you try to leave it’ll just be “no, why??? stay here dumbass”

you would be slightly annoyed when he had to leave  but knew he had to film and stream and all that so you would be okay

p!badboyhalo:

you would kinda sit within bad’s lap

like not on his lap, but more of in between his legs

he would have his arms around you

and his phone would be in front of you so you two could scroll through twt or instagram together

or you guys could watch skeppy’s youtube ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

rat would sit in your lap

she’s just;;;;;;;; so adorable

rat is just so soft and fuzzy in your lap and everytime you move to pet her she just melts

rat is the the superior cuddle buddy to any of these block people

p!skeppy:

skeppy, similar to quackity, is a total dork

he would make sure you guys were in a position where he could effectively troll you

so if your head was near his lap he would just flick you or some

“dude can you please stop hitting me in the head”

“it turns out i am not actually hitting you in your head because based on the perpendicularity of the bisector multiplied by the photosynthesis of the dividend, it is impossible for me to do so”

“wtf”

lya is so goddamn sick of you guys

she's trying to get him to actually do something but instead he’s just sitting there throwing paper airplanes at you while you sleep

he’s an annoying asshole but it's okay because he gives you money for absurd reasons

p!eret:

eret has such a comfortable presence

i feel like she wouldn’t be up for cuddling too much

more of like putting your head on a friends shoulder so you can see the tweet their showing you

but they do like to hold hands

holding hands isn’t very intimate but it's also just such a sweet comforting thing

she even holds your hand when you guys are out walking around

like if you guys were getting food somewhere (post-covid of course)

you most likely would get addressed as a couple

and he would just be like”...wut?”

it’s happened so many times at this point you just go along with it

“you guys look like such a cute couple!”

“oh we aren't-” “thank you!”

can you tell that i love eret?

p!philza:

phil always has such dad vibes

i feel like the closest he would get to cuddling is hugs and hand holding

even though cuddling isn’t inherently romantic, he is married to kristen

so i fell he would get most of his touch in with her

but with you he’s just so fatherly

hello dadza

whether you have a good or bad relationship with your father, everyone can admit that philza minecraft is dadza

this is such a dad thing, but tries to hold you hand when you cross the street

no matter the age, he just feels the need to protect you

hugs are similar

uses hugs as a way to comfort you and protect you

just so amazing all around

p!tubbo:

tubbo would love cuddling in any way, shape, or form

if you guys are hanging out at like the park or something and lying down

get ready to become this mans pillow

this is really fun to do with your friends but imagine you guys are hanging out in a field type area (with my friends we hand out in the field next to the cemetery but it can be any open grass area)

tubbo would just use your lap as a pillow the whole time

and when you guys were walking back to his house he would sorta drape his arms over your shoulders (assuming he’s taller than you)

he would do the same thing when you guys were sitting in chairs or at a desk

just drapes his arms over your shoulder with his chin on your head

if it's really late and he's tired he’ll just hug you

p!ranboo:

if you thought tubbo is bad, ranboo is even worse

not even really cuddling, he just likes having a sort of skin-to-skin contact

so handholding and laying on top of eachother

if he’s streaming he will legitimately message ou to just sit next to him

so sometimes if he’s just chilling by himself on the smp you’ll end up on his streams

he’ll have you next to him just because he likes be near someone

and so randomly it’ll just be like “chat, a real human is here, behave”

chat does not behave

(they heavily bully him)

he’s pretty clingy but when you HAVE to leave he’ll understand and just be a bit bummed out

holy shit this took me so long-

if you read this whole thing thank you!