#feel free to send anon hate about what I did if I did do something just so I know

[chaos-potat]

2 mutuals in 20 days??? awh nah, I'm done here, embarrassing, I ain't doing this anymore

I need to sketch something, who's in?

please double check that we're mutuals (following each other) bc last time people who weren't asked and I didn't know how to tell that we weren't moots so I drew them bc I was scared of being awkward or mean ;-;

[always-just-red]

hihihi! sylus girlie here. as a college student i often never take breaks whenever im working and often stay up late finishing up assignments. then i stress out but never tell anyone and suffer in silence:’) i was wondering if you could do something similar with sylus x mc where mc often forgets to take breaks at the hunters association and is always the first the volunteer for missions so she could improve.

but then it’s starting to take a toll on her and is so so stressed, but feels bad about venting to someone or saying no to new missions.

maybe one day she’s doing a simple task like cooking herself dinner (or something) but accidentally burns herself and she just ends up breaking down and decides to call sylus and he immediately goes to her. :’)

feel free to decline or change anything! i just like the thought of someone comforting u when ur overworked and stressed bc i wish someone would do that to me lol.

Fast-tracked this one for you, anon! I'm really sorry you're having a tough time right now, and I hope this brings you a bit of comfort- remember, Sylus would want you to take care of yourself! Good luck with all your studies, and feel free to send in another request if ever you need it! 🥰

Technical Difficulties

Sylus x Reader 🩸

Summary: You're not very good at asking for help when you're struggling. Thankfully? You don't always need to.

Genre: fluff + comfort ft. a very domestic Sylus!

Warnings/Additional tags: stressed reader (has a lil bit of a breakdown!), some swearing, uses of 'kitten' and 'sweetie', Sylus is so soft here he should come with a health warning tbh

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

In the event of a wanderer incursion where evacuation of citizens is obstructed or otherwise not viable, association protocol 32.3-A dictates that you should first… That you should first… What?

Your pen is poised above the blank space where your answer should be. 32.3-A is a general procedure: something to do moving people to the nearest shelter. Or, wait— are you supposed to try to contact support, first?

You drop your pen with a huff and flop face-down onto the mock exam. It’s too much. Too much information, too much responsibility. Open textbooks are spread over your desk and around your head like an unholy halo— stacks of them, filled with codes and procedures. They’re supposed to be helpful, but they’re not; they’re drowning you.

Your phone pings and you glance up. Text from Tara:

Hi! Hate to be a bother, but did you finish glancing over that practice question for me? xx

Shit. You’d completely forgotten. You straighten, reaching for your laptop so you can load up your latest emails. You’ve got time to look over it; the exam isn’t for another two days. Breathe, okay? You have time.

Seven unread emails. What? You scan over them frantically. Two from the Captain: accepting additional mission requests you’d applied for. Were those both this week? One from Nero: you hadn’t sent in that finished report. Three from your colleagues, all scrambling for help with the exam. One from Tara:

Thanks for saying you’d look over this for me! You’re the best at this stuff!

Okay, so: Tara’s practice question. Nero’s report. Your own practice questions. Then… dinner? Maybe that should come first. You’d skipped lunch— had one slice of toast for breakfast. But you don’t wanna cook; cooking takes time, and you’ve got none. None.

Your phone is ringing, snapping you back to reality, and you peek over at it. Sylus?

“Hi,” you greet as you put him on speaker. On your laptop, you’re opening up Tara’s attachment.

“Are you free tomorrow?”

Always straight to the point. “Uh… yeah?” you frown as you read through your friend’s work. “Why? What d’you need?”

Sylus sighs through the phone. “That was a test, sweetie. You failed.”

“Yeah, well…” you murmur, highlighting a sentence with your cursor. “Add it to the list.”

The man doesn’t find that funny. The phone is quiet— too quiet. “Are you alright?” he asks, just as your gaze wanders to check if the call has disconnected.

“Mmhmm.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, Sylus.”

You stare down at your phone. He’s waiting for more, but you won’t give it to him. You’re one word away from slipping, and you can’t let the dam crumble, especially in front of him. He’s smiling from the phone call background: a photo he insisted would ‘ruin’ his image when you took it last week.  

“I need to go, okay?” Your eyes are shining.

“Okay,” he says softly.

There’s a bleep as the call cuts out, and the photo is gone. Waiting beneath it is another text from Tara, and one from Xavier: Nero told me to txt U bout a report??

You swallow the ache in your throat and slump down on your desk again.

…

You wake up with a start, your head ringing. The tangerine sky outside your window’s turned dark— your laptop, too— and light spills from your desk lamp, yellow on white pages. There’s more, and you turn, tracing it back to where it leaks through the crack of your almost closed bedroom door.

You hadn’t left any lights on in your flat. You hadn’t switched on your lamp, either.

Tiredness is dulling your thoughts and your senses, but you know you feel uneasy. There’s something in the air: smoky, but not unpleasant. You can hear something as well. No— two things. A faint, almost imperceptible hiss, and a more obvious humming.

Hunter instincts kick in. You roll open a drawer of your desk, snatching up one of your standard-issue pistols and removing its safety with a click. You stalk up to the door, your trained footsteps near silent. You take a deep breath, clearing your head. One. Two.

Three! You shoulder the door open, leaping through with your gun trained forwards.

At the other end of your sights, Sylus turns, an eyebrow raised. Your kitchen stove seethes behind him, and he gives you a once over as he sluggishly raises both hands. “You flatter me, kitten,” he smirks in surrender, looking between your weapon and his: a spatula.

You lower your gun, your heart still racing. “I could have killed you, Sylus!”

“That’s the spirit.” His hands drop, too.

“How did you even get in here?”

He’s turned back to the stove, and he’s using the spatula to push something around a frying pan. “Hmm…” he muses, then blink— he’s gone. He’s at your fridge a second later, materialising from thin air. “I wonder,” he finishes as he reaches around for something.

Show off. “You know how I feel about you telepor…” No. “Phas…” No. “Magic…king…?” By now he’s watching you over his shoulder. “You know— that thing you do.” You’re twinkling your fingers. “What do you even call that?”

“Magicking, yeah.”

You huff in response and he laughs, walking back over to where he’s cooking two steaks and preparing a salad. You’re still coming to terms with the fact he’s even here, looking... quite frankly ridiculous, because he’s wearing your apron. It’s too small for him. Baby pink. Frilly, too.

“You know how I feel about you magicking into my home,” you mutter distractedly, because actually? He’s kinda pulling it off. His sleeves are rolled up past his elbows, tight on his arms. “Use the door like a regular person, you psychopath.”  

“Where’s the fun in that?” He sounds smug. Ugh, he must feel your eyes on him; he must know. You think he’s toying with the idea of calling you out, but he doesn’t, and when he does speak, the smugness is gone. “Mephisto saw you were sleeping. I didn’t wish to disturb you. You sounded… tired. On the phone.”

Guilt twinges in your chest as you draw up beside him. “Is that why you’re here? Playing housewife?” You pick at a frill on the apron.

“Poke fun all you want,” he sneers. “This shirt costs more than your entire wardrobe.”

“Snob.”

“Ha.” You have to retract your hand as he threatens it with the spatula. “Watch yourself, sweetie. I’ll remember that the next time you ask to ‘borrow’ my card.”

You laugh gently. Now that’s a threat. You’re about to tell him so when you hear a ping from the other room, and your heart sinks. Just a single sound, and you’re back to where you were an hour ago, at your desk with the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Sylus hums in acknowledgment as you excuse yourself and hurry back to your workspace, snatching up your phone. You missed three calls while you sleeping: all from Xavier. He’s been texting you, too.

Nero’s yelling at me

Wants to talk to U

Can U pick up? Pls?

It’s one report, for gods’ sake. You feel your chest tightening again. You just needed to proofread it, but it’s probably fine, right? You wake your laptop out of standby; you’ll just send it as it is. “I’ll just be a minute, Sy,” you call out. “Need to finish one thing.”

He mumbles something in response, and you imagine it’s for the best you can’t hear it. Your keyboard clacks as you tap out a quick email to Nero, then you surf your files for the report he so desperately wanted. It should be… here. You attach it. Hit send.

Nothing happens.

Huh. You hit send again. Then again— still nothing. You groan, trying to back out of the email. None of your keys are working. Your cursor is stuck. “Oh, come on,” you release on an impatient breath. Switch it off, switch it on again? You hit the off button. The screen goes black.

With a sigh of relief, you wait a moment before switching it on again. The screen stays black.

“No, no, no, no,” you plead quietly, but it doesn’t cooperate. Your phone rings and you snap, hitting more buttons: Answer. Speaker. “What?” you hiss.

“Whoa. Hi…?” Xavier’s voice is cautious. “I don’t know if you saw my texts, but Nero—”

“The report, Xavier! I know! I know!” You try holding down your laptop’s power button. “I’m trying to send it, but my shitty computer won’t—”

“No way!” Tara’s voice comes in on the other line; did they both get the night shift? “Hey you! Did you get a chance to—”

“No, okay?!” you practically cry out. “No! Can you two just back off? Please!”

“Oh, sorry, I…” Tara sounds upset, then distracted. “Wait, Xavier wants to speak to you.”

“Are you okay?” he asks after a second.

Okay? You just want everything to stop. “I’m fine. Shit, tell Tara I’m sorry. I am sorry, Xavier, I just… I just need my laptop to…”

Work. Work! Nothing’s working. Half of your files are on there. How much of it is backed-up? Panic is setting in, gripping your body like ice. Your throat hurts and your mouth is dry, the dam is breaking and you can’t stop it. Tears prick at your eyes as you blink at the blank, hopeless screen. Your reflection stares back at you.

You let out a sob, expelling days of frustration and exhaustion. Everywhere you look there’s something you need to do, something you need to learn, something you need to finish. You can’t. You clasp a hand over your mouth, muffling your own cries.

Xavier is speaking— saying something over the phone— but you can’t hear him.

The light changes, and there’s a figure above you, lifting the phone from the desk. “They’ll call you back,” the shadow says. Sylus.

“Wait, who is this?” Xavier.

“That’s Skye!” Tara.

Your friends’ distant voices cut out as Sylus ends the call. He sets the phone down again, nudging your laptop out of view, then lowers himself until all you can see is him: his red eyes, softer than you’ve ever seen them. “Come on, sweetie,” he coaxes, guiding your hands over his shoulders.

You understand what he’s asking of you. His arms wrap around you and you hold him tighter, letting him lift you out of your chair. He feels warm, his skin ever so slightly flushed from where he’s been standing over the stove, and he pulls your legs around his waist, letting him carry you with ease.

With your face buried in his shoulder, you can’t tell where he’s taking you, and you don’t care. His shirt is going damp against your cheeks. You want to stop crying, but you can’t with the taste of your tears on your lips. You feel weak. You feel pathetic.

Something solid is behind you, and Sylus is setting you slowly down on the kitchen counter. He’s away from you for a moment— moving the frying pan off of the heat and turning a dial on the stove— but then he’s back, standing between your legs, standing close. You’re looking down until his hand is under your chin, lifting it with the delicate touch one employs when inspecting a flower that might break.

He shushes you without a hint of impatience. “Look at me,” he directs quietly, and when you do, he unrolls his shirtsleeves— drawing the cuffs over his hands so he can use them to wipe your eyes. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

You do— you tell him everything. The hunter’s exam. The textbooks. The extra patrols you’ve been signing up for. The work you’ve been doing for your friends. The stupid report. The even more stupid computer.

Sylus listens collectedly, nodding his head and issuing the odd hum of understanding. He listens to all of it, and when you’re done, he pushes your hair back from your face with a sympathetic sigh. “Oh, sweetie.” A tendril is tucked behind your ear. “You should have said something.”

“I know.” Your gaze is still shy of his. “But how can I? I need to do this— be this— for everyone.”

His hands are on your cheeks again, drawing back your focus. “You’re just one person,” he says. “You— just you— and that’s all you need to be. You’re stubborn, and strong, but you’re not invincible. Even Linkon’s shiniest hunter is allowed to have limits. Everyone does.”

“Even you?” you snivel, setting him up for a quip.  

Nothing. He smiles. Shrugs. “Even me.”

It’s hard to believe when he’s staring back at you, oh so solid, oh so perfect. Always a picture of strength: of fiery determination or calculated coolness. Everything in extremes; nothing by halves. Except… his hair is slightly dishevelled from where he’s been working away in the heat. There’s a damp patch on his shirt. He’s wearing your pink apron, and there’s mascara on his sleeves.

Then there’s the way he’s looking at you.

It shifts when you finally look back. He drops his hands from your face and pulls back a little. “You do a lot for your friends,” he continues with confidence, but he’s rubbing his neck, “and they care about you. You should afford them the chance to return the favour. It’s only fair.”

“You’re right.”

“…Good.”

Perhaps it’s the fact you’ve vaguely composed yourself— or the way you’re watching him like you’re seeing something new— but he straightens self-consciously, rolling his shirtsleeves back up as his eyes go sharp: assuming their usual severity.

“You’re too soft, kitten,” he scolds, reaching out to tousle your hair until you’re glaring daggers from behind a curtain of it. “How many times do I have to tell you? You put yourself first. Always. No-one else matters.”

There’s quiet for all of a second. He can’t help correcting: “Well, except me, of course.” The apron’s crooked, and he flattens it with a brush of his hands. “Any time spent with me qualifies as self-care. You really should know that by now, sweetie.”

Your mouth curls, but you haven’t quite got it in you to laugh— not yet. Stretching his neck with two sideways tips of his head, Sylus returns to his post at the oven, where the meal he’s cooking has almost certainly gone cold. You watch as the stove flickers back to life. The man is humming again, and though the food might yet be salvaged, whatever melody he’s attempting is long-past recognition, let alone saving.

You chuckle to yourself.

And you can’t see it, but Sylus is smiling, too.

[loveharlow]

aftercare with jj. thats it.

AFTERCARE W/ JJ

mentions of smut, 18+

•° definitely not the most romantic thing ever, but still cute in JJ's own way...

•° makes sure he has a towel or something on hand to wipe you off, especially after the time you didn't and your thighs were practically glued together

•° will personally wipe the sweat from your face because he knows how much you hate the feeling of it dripping down after all the adrenaline and shit has worn off

•° he loves to cuddle, as do you, but he likes to cuddle immediately after and that's a no-go

"jj, let go, i have to pee."

"mmm, you can pee when we wake up..."

"no, i can't. i'll get a uti."

"what're you tryna say? i'm clean."

"that's not..."

•° so then he googles what a uti is and is like "ooohhh", so he starts carrying you to the bathroom right after from then on

•° and while you pee, he goes to get the drinks he put in the fridge before you came over (a beer for him and a water for you)

•° as for the cuddling, it usually leads to the best post-sex sleep of your life

•° mainly because you both pass a joint until it's gone

•° laying butt naked in each other's arms, talking about nothing

"i didn't hurt you, did i?"

"no, not really."

"what do you mean 'not really'?"

"it's like a good kind of pain."

"hm, i see...your moans sound really nice."

•° and if he does hurt you, he's so sweet about it

•° he'll cradle you like a baby and kiss the spot, it's so cute

•° he'll also make sure the moments after go interrupted

•° like in the moment, he doesn't care to lock the door. the pogues have seen more of the two of you than they'd care to mention.

•° but afterwards, he wants to make sure that his baby gets her rest without any interruptions or someone barging in

•° so he locks the door, puts music on and turns it up loud enough so you can't hear the chatter outside, makes sure you fall asleep before he does, adjusts the blanket just how you like it so that you aren't too hot or too cold

•° he looooves to watch you sleep as long as he can before he's dozing off

•° you just look to at peace and adorable and he wants to commit the image to memory forever

©loveharlow.

heads up: i added emoji anons to my blog, so feel free to send an ask to take one if you frequently send in asks!

[iratempestatis]

Saw you asking for Xiao requests and thought I could send some!

This might be a little odd one, but... A self-aware Xiao finding out that he has fans like us who love him kinda romantically? It could be fun!

Xiao Waxes Poetic About Fandom

Xiao x gn!reader, 1.5k words. Anon I'm so sorry but I had actually no idea how to write this adgvhfcdcb. I tried my best but I kept giggling about lost 50/50s and and my 80 cr Xiao never critting without Motivation (crit food). I actually considered making hcs instead but I kept writing drabbles instead. Then I tried to write a fic, but kept writing... hcs... Perhaps if inspiration strikes me I'll revisit this idea someday, but! For now, allow me to present you with what feels like a raccoon in a tiara and a feather duster dress-

If Xiao could control player summons, he’d be yours already.

Unfortunately, he cannot- ergo you’ve made a hundred and forty pulls with not a Xiao in sight.

You've never hated Diluc more in your life, he can tell. Poor Diluc.

There are twenty minutes left for his banner to disappear for Devs know how long. He knows your luck is decidedly not his fault, but feels guilty nonetheless. What if he’s treated the same as Ganyu? Or, Devs forbid, Eula? 

You really did look forward to getting him, building him. He was so startled by your devotion- seated on that banner, he could see you anxiously open your inventory, check if you had enough primogems. You pre-farmed for him. You made silly little rituals for him(he winced when they failed). It was absurd. He was a high investment hyper carry. Why bother?

But you pulled Furina, and you pulled Faruzan. You don't have Xianyun (yet, he thinks, in both awe and alarm as he sees her ascension and talent materials in your inventory.)

He cannot fathom it. 

Perhaps you wanted Xianyun for herself- but then you also have Faruzan with all of her constellations lit up. And you also have Furina- and god, nevermind, you really did want him. The set you intend to put on Xianyun is the Song of Days Past. Four piece. With energy recharge substats.

You’re so close. Seventy. You get Layla. He echoes you when he mutters “but you’re not even on the banner!”

Twenty minutes left. You caress the screen. (That's a bit much.) Your brows are pinched together, lower lip worried by your teeth.

“I might have to break my free to play status,” you whisper.

It's not worth it! He wants to scream. Don't do it!

You bite your lip again as you find a chest. Primogem count: 159.

Oh dear.

“It’s fine,” you whisper. “It’s fine. This is fine.”

Xiao wishes he could make you go to bed somehow. You’ve been awake for hours. It’s fine even if you don’t pull him now, he returns like clockwork every lantern rite- hm? What are you pulling your Tighnari out for?

He knows you never really bothered to build him prior, purely because farming those fungi was a pain. He watches as you make Yelan rush up to the cliffs of the very Chasm before switching to Tighnari. When he realises what you’re doing, he buries his face in his palms. Your party members groan. Xiao wonders if you’re serious- you want to hit a bird in flight? With your aim?

“FOOL!” Faruzan shrieks. “Attack the ruin guard at Stormbearer instead! That achievement is much easier to get- Hat Guy, do something-“

“Too late.” He smacks his forehead with the back of his hand. “It’s started.”

Shing! Nothing Special, Just Practice.

What-?

You whoop, then cough and fall silent, anxiously peeking out of your room. Your fingers shake with trepidation as they land on the screen.

Wish x1.

Xiao feels a familiar tug as he hurtles through the air.

✦—————————————✦

Much to his immense surprise, this is an incredibly familiar story. Every time his banner rolls around there’s people that want him- spend for him, run amok collecting primogems for him. Farming for him. Giving him increasingly prettier and stronger polearms. Thrusting the Staff of Homa in his hands (sorry, Hu Tao).

He’s always a bit baffled, unless the person is someone already inclined to spend. He’s not a good choice for anyone’s account. He’s incredibly unflexible. A bit niche even. He doesn’t even do what his element is meant for.

Yet somehow you seem to enjoy running around with him. Making him special little layouts in the teapot. Insisting he collects your rewards every time. Making him speak to Katheryne every day (it’s so awkward every time, and she keeps laughing when your back is turned).

He remembers doing the Chasm quest with you. When it had begun, you were nothing short of gleeful, which brought him only anguish- he knew in part what had transpired and what was about to- and he knew you’d only be heartbroken by the end of this story.

And you were. You somehow managed to contain yourself till the very end- refusing to move to have even a sip of water until the quest concluded. You were patient- absorbing every every dialogue, every inch of text you could get your hands on.

To be loved is to be known, he thinks amusedly as you sniffle at the conclusion, then immediately open the wiki to confirm some tiny wretched detail. He can’t help but smile to himself a little as you angrily mutter profanities at the advertisements jumping out at you.

✦—————————————✦

“Is she SERIOUS.”

Xiao exhales softly as the Wanderer paces around the teapot. He hasn’t shut up since you logged in- because as soon as you finished your dailies, you occupied yourself straight away with painstakingly modifying the teapot (and crying over changes you accidentally forgot to save), all to welcome home the newest limited anemo five star. He’s been furious since he heard of her and ergo his potentially impending powercreep, much to the amusement of literally everyone besides Barbara, who feels sorry for him and Qiqi, who keeps forgetting who he even is. Xiao wishes he could tell you- he’s sure you’d laugh to no end, but even if he could you probably wouldn’t hear him right now since you’re currently occupied with one of your wretched rituals. This one involves Chongyun and- OH dear, no-

Furina grits her teeth as the glacial greatsword slams into the ground, straight through her neck. Chongyun looks like he really wishes the teapot had a bathroom. Xiao sighs.

Tiny fingers tug on his sleeve. Xiao blinks and turns around to face Sayu, her face puffy, her eyes crusty and glued shut. Eugh. Children really are something sometimes. Xiao considers wiping at her face with his sleeve, but… no. The Wanderer barks a laugh.

“What’s going on?” Sayu yawns. “Who are we pulling for?”

“Chasca,” Xiao says as the Wanderer hisses like a cat. “I wonder if she’ll need Faruzan too?”

They turn to Faruzan, sprawled like a corpse across the grass. You need to touch some too, Xiao thinks. You’ve wasted nearly an hour on the game today, and today has barely begun. He suspects you just like the thrill of gacha and are desperate for a five star. Weren’t you saving up for Xianyun? No matter.

Xiao knows you’ll never stop using him. You love him too dearly and sunk cost fallacy has effectively reeled you in, stored you away in a grimy little box. You’ve invested too much into Xiao to cast him aside now. But the Wanderer…

Barbara trots out the house just as the sky darkens, a cloudy depression opening up in the heavens. The Wanderer finally stops ranting, something about loyalty and actually amusing gameplay. Barbara puts the Tome of Eternal Flow away with a gasp upon noticing the giant HOLE in the sky (how did she just notice? Why is she gasping at the wishing screen when you open it thrice a day?) and gently nudges Faruzan out of her dysania to welcome home the newest anemo dps. Faruzan sniffles. Poor woman. It can’t be easy, dealing with him and the (thankfully, now quiet) ex Fatuus.

You pull. Xiao doesn’t bother holding his breath. It might as well be Bennett pulling, really because recently you’ve been getting exactly nothing of value. Another Faruzan, a Gorou for some godforsaken reason, four rainslashers, and so forth.

“Perhaps you’ll avoid your fourth betrayal,” Xiao muses. The Wanderer shoots him a startled glare, then laughs.

“Perhaps. You’re lucky, twink- NO!”

“Chasca, Flower-Feather Clan. Any disputes you need me to end for you? Depending on the situation, it could cost you a little di-“

✦—————————————✦

All things considered, it’s been a strange few years for Xiao. Since the game’s inception, he’s known he would be consigned to a solitary fate. He’s not a straightforward person, or particularly honest. He’s troublesome to play and troublesome to speak with. His chronicles are drenched in blood and anguish, quietly nestled away in softly murmured dialogue, artifact descriptions and optional adventures. Whatever love he was once showered with had long since washed away by the years that came after. And yet...

People continued to bother reaching past his exterior, reaching about with tender fingers. Wanting to know. Wanting to learn. They spoke of him. They took soft little bunches of their finite time and spun it into stories of him, art of him, words and adoration whispered and passed among one another in the communities they formed- that came together all because of their love for him.

It never failed to astonish him, fill him with gratitude so copious it was difficult to contain at times. It always drove him a bit insane- people loved him enough to painstakingly learn about him, strengthen him. That he was significant enough to sow the seeds of friendship formed by the common love felt for him.

Thinking about it makes him feel a bit silly. He’s just a character. He wonders if the others think about this as well (not Qiqi for sure) but he’s glad to have brought people someone real comfort after his fictional atrocities. Mortals… humans. He snorts a bit. He’ll try a bit harder to crit for you tomorrow.

[stellarbit]

1000 Follower Celebration

I never thought much of my work so I've waited to do celebrate until 1000. For those who've followed and anyone who liked, commented, or reblogged anything, here is an event as thanks. Please know that this blog and those in this fandom mean so much to me. I read every tag, comment, and reblog and they make my day every time.

If you've followed me for awhile you'll know my writing can be slow and fickle. As a thank you I am committing to fulfilling the requests I receive between November 23rd - November 30th. After that I'll be closing my requests until I work through them.

Now let's get to it!!

Some quick rules

Pick up to 3 prompts.

I'll take individual character requests or something like "members of the 501st/Bad Batch reacting to" requests as well.

I will be doing requests for Clones/Star Wars first and then any previous fandoms I've written for.

I will not be taking anon requests for this event

Let me know what character(s) you want.

If you have them, please state SFW/NSFW preferences

If you have them, please state what gender preference you have.

I retain the right to not write prompts that are uncomfortable/extreme for me.

Tell me as many details as you want, it really helps! You can DM me too if you'd like to discuss.

If you've submitted previous request you'd still like done, feel free to send it again. Tumblr has vanished some requests and I've never seen them again

Please be patient, I waited until life calmed down to focus on this event but writing takes time.

Prompt List

My favorite prompts are the personal ones. If you've been going through anything and you'd like comfort, distraction, or in character advice from your favs, I'm here for you. It's been helpful for me and I'd love to do that for you. Be as specific as you want <3

I'll take continuation requests for previous fics. (I am working on Two Faces pt 3 and aim to finish the Hound drabbles from the past, so if its for them don't you worry, just be patient please.)

Tropes

And there was one bed~

Love at first sight

Hate at first sight

Fake dating

Locked in together

Aphrodisiac

Amnesia

Sharing body heat

Kissing as a distaction

Dying confession

X denying their feelings for Y until Y shows interest in someone else.

X teaching Y something

Carrying bridal style

Confessing during fight

Romance/Fluff

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“I didn’t know love until you.”

“You’d be easy to love.”

“You are my equal in every way.”

“I will never stop fighting for you.”

“If there was anyone meant for me, it was you.”

“You say you love me, but you don’t know me.” “Then let me.”

“They don’t compare to you. No one does/ever has.”

“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you love me.”

“I could make you feel better.”

“Beautiful.”

Angst:

“We could’ve been us.”

“I don’t want your apology.”

“It would be easier if I didn’t know you.”

“You said you wouldn’t leave and then you did.”

“I feel like I’m falling apart.”

“All I’ve ever wanted is for you to see me.”

“What is it about me that isn’t good enough?”

“At least I kept my promise.”

“Does he/she/they not know about me?”

“You look exactly the same.”

Funny&Misc

“You’re family.”

“Bite me.”

“What a pretty sight.”

“Get over it.”

“I thought you couldn’t stand me.” “I lied.”

“You’re bleeding.” “No shit.”

“Do you believe in soulmates?” “No.”

“I thought I was alone.”

“Stop staring at me to distract me.” “Oh, I’m not trying to distract you.”

“I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this.”

“Are my eyes deceiving me or is that a smile, my love?” “Oh, shut up.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen something go so wrong so fast.”

“Do you believe in soulmates?” “No.”

“What kind of dumb question is that?”

“Don’t even think about it.”

"it wouldn’t hurt you to smile you know." “it will.”

“I can do it myself.”

“What a tease.”

“I’m hilarious.” “You’re traumatized.” “Is there a difference?”

“All this sneaking around is going to get us into trouble.”

LETS DOOO IT THANK Y'ALL

[marietheran-archived]

Panem Dashboard Simulator

(mostly Capitol + a few rebels tbh because who in the Districts has free internet access?)

👠 fashio-capitol-nista follow

I can't believe I just saw Perpetua in a yellow(!!!) maxi(!!!) dress. With feathers(!!!)

Honestly, we should just banish people to the districts for three absolute violations in one article of clothing. And - a maxi dress! No one's been wearing them since spring at least!

(Do you think she was trying to achieve something? So many things wrong could only have been purposeful...)

💎shimerring-gem1 follow

who's even named perpetua?????? is that a name?????

I do'nt think anyone was ever named that lolllll

👠fashio-capitol-nista follow

They're all such idiots tbh, her mother's hair is going gray and the woman's doing nothing about it. She probably thought it - xddd - pretty - to call her daughter rhat! Once I heard Pep explain to someone that it means "forever" or something, who even cares, but she's like that.

I mean - yellow! In Spring 2312!

💮 trying-to-be-a-voice-of-reason-here follow

Maybe she just doesn't care about every single fashion change?

👠fashio-capitol-nista follow

Here's someone to block y'all!

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🧜merbitch follow

Now with the games approaching, we're probably going to see an uptick in those rebel idiots complaining about imagined ethics ugh

🤍leiiii follow

You cannot force children to fight to the death and complain that people say it's evil

🧜merbitch follow

would you prefer millions of children die in literal wars??? you people pretend you're so high and righteous but you only care for that single 24 and no one else, because it suits your propaganda purposes!

🍭 quintiasquee follow

besides those kids get to experience the luxuries of the capitol so on the whole they're actually better off for it haven't you seen the transmissions of the reapings?? they fight for the chance to compete!

#I mean I know people *here* who would gladly take part if they could #it's a honor for them but ofc you don't *really* care

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👾storiee follow

omx I hate the commercialisation of the games though

#it's sick that whether someone lives or dies is decided by how well they present on camera #it's a death game for goodness sake what can you not understand #saltierthanpretzels

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⚡colormedazzled follow

Didd you just see the district 12 tributes!!!!????

🩴mamie43 follow

omx, YES!

💥hg-liveblogging follow

I did not have "the D12 tributes actually have good costumes" on my bingo for this year!!!!

👑totallyqn follow

Peeta needs to win this I wanna marry him

#if only I had more money I would totally sponsor him #but I'm saving for a Dom Meren tote bag ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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☁️dreamofme follow

do you wanna hold my hand as we ride a flaming chariot into glorious battle?

#i would die.... #ahhhh to be her...

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🔱best-hunger-games-liveblog follow

Peeta is in love with Katniss???!!!!!!!

WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT

👑totallyqn follow

You broke my heart just now 💔💔💔💔

#I am totally cheering for that bitch to die in the cornucopia #and tbh I don't care about Peeta either anymore #*chants* Marvel Marvel Marvel

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🪺bluet follow

You know what, after Rue's death I don't know if I want to watch anymore... I feel sick. Idk but after I saw her... and the flowers... and then the shop windows with children's clothes and roses. It feels as if she was just like all the children here.

Edit: please stop sending me anon hate

Edit: death threats, really?

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💥hg-liveblogging follow

Did they just change the rules of the freaking GAMES

💥hg-liveblogging follow

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🌈 sjfhiefjf follow

I'm telling you this will be the end of our country.

👤 rebelforlife follow

and good riddance to it!

🫦 qu33n follow

can you report for sedition on tumblr

#i need to know #we've digital ids that the gov knows right

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[killdozerrr]

hi there! :] i'm lilith, but most just call me lil or lily.

i'm 26, nonbinary and use any pronouns. i'm autistic, aspd, and the head of a system. only 2 or 3 alters use this blog to post (please feel free to ask questions about them if you are curious). 1 of them has his own blog

i am probably on your dni. i empathise with various serial killers and shooters. i post a lot of gore (including animal death) and nsfw, and am into some very fucked up shit (necrophilia, hybristophilia, mechanophilia, noncon, tortureporn, highly detailed guro, kidnapping to name a few). if that isn't what you like, then just block and move on. or feel free to leave a pathetic hate anon for me to laugh at. <3

i do have homicidal thoughts, and i will vent about them on here. this does not mean i will act on them, im simply just an unstable girl thing unable to seek the treatment i need so i cope by spilling my thoughts to random strangers on the web.

i do have a serial killer/cannibalistic alter. no i do not let him front frequently (but if he does he is one of those whom posts on the blog), esp if i am dealing with said homicidal ideation.

my alters are mostly "their own people" so to speak, some are fictive, others simply identify with fictional characters. @reapershi for example, is his own person, but heavily identifies with death the kid from soul eater so often uses his depiction to represent himself. i do have a stein alter, yes he's a fucking lunatic, yes he sometimes posts on the blog as well if i myself am not doing well. he is not harmful, however. lastly, i have a wolf boy alter, who heavily identifies with razor from genshin. he is the last alter who i allow to sometimes post on my blog. he's also his own person, but has the mentality of a feral child. he will usually only reblog photos of wolves when he is active. again, it is not common for these alters to be fronting, it does not happen all the time, only if im severely struggling with something. i have various other alters who have no interest in using tumblr too, but usually it's me at the front. just putting this here as clarification that i am not constantly switching like most did fakers tend to do. these alters are very real, i struggle very much with past trauma and my sense of identity, and i also wish the quirky "trend" of did would stop.

i do not tolerate racism, homophobia, nazism or bigotry. i do not condone these actions from any killers i may reblog or post about.

i do, however, condone the idea of natural selection. :]

likes (things i may reblog/post about frequently);; soul eater (stein my beloved), tcc (mainly serial killers (esp jeff <3), though sometimes i may reblog things about shooters), surrealism, psychology, cats, bunnies, nature, gothic style, halloween, music, gore, guro, nsfw topics, computers & older electronics

please feel free to send me dms or asks. i'm not great at talking, but i'll try to reciprocate regardless. :]

[jilyawards]

I think people have legitimate concerns about the awards since every year there seems to be some kind of drama that often results in people leaving the fandom.

The responses to these anons have been passive aggressive and defensive and have only fuelled the flames without taking into account the history of these awards and the ways people have been hurt by them before. You might be new to running the awards, but the awards have a long history that honestly hasn't always been good.

As mods you're hiding behind anonymity, which I understand considering the hate that the mods have received in the past, but it does add to the level of distrust around the awards and if you're so scared of getting hate about a project that you won't put your name to it, isn't that a sign that maybe it's time to let that project go?

It also means I don't feel like I can send you a message that's not anon because I don't know who I'm speaking with and there's no opportunity for open discourse.

We understand people have had issues with how the awards were run in the past - that is an unfortunate fact we inherited when we took ownership of the blog. We can not change the past. We can only operate in the present so we did all we could within our power to make it as fair and fun a process as we possibly could:

We turned the awards blog into a year round thing, we accepted any fic that came in so long as it was Jily. We posted those recs every single month without fail.

We offered the ability to opt out - something that has been used historically - so anyone who wanted to opt out for whatever reason could. We said we didn’t need a reason, we didn’t ask for one because we respect peoples opinions and want to opt out. We even extended the branch to those who opted out last year but hadn’t messaged in this year to say they wanted to opt out again just in case someone forgot.

We offered even more categories for the chance at more opportunities to be named - so that those who write long vs short fics weren’t overshadowed. I will stand and name myself as one of the people running this year if it puts and end to this unnecessary back and forth with an anonymous person or persons. You are welcome to come and DM me.

I Ray, @charmsandtealeaves have been doing my best for this fandom for the better part of the past two years.

I’m sorry if you read our response as passive aggressive. I’ve stated that we wanted to be firm on our stance so you can interpret that as defensive if you want - because of course as one of the people behind the scenes doing all the admin hours I obviously think this venture is worthwhile. I haven’t won an award but I did enjoy the experience of seeing nominations and hyping up my friends. Which is why I stepped up when Ava left. I haven’t been around long enough to know the years of fandom drama and history behind a silly little awards thing, or who has apparent beef with whom - and frankly I don’t care. I’m here to read, write and share Jily fic.

The anon expressed concerns about people’s mental health over not winning. Mental health is a genuine concern and I am a massive advocate for it. However, I still believe if you only exist to create to win one of these awards then you’re creating for the wrong reason. And if you are upset because you weren’t nominated for an award - there is the option to nominate yourself and always has been because nominations are anonymous we don’t release how many times someone was nominated because that doesn’t matter it only takes one - if not being nominated is enough to leave the fandom over it… then I’m sorry but that’s something you personally need to work on and maybe you should start seeing this (being writing fic) for what it is - a hobby done for free and for fun.

I continued the anonymity left by Ava for this exact reason. Because no matter if I say so publicly or not there are going to be people who have strong opinions against the awards and they are entitled to them, and they are entitled not to participate. They are not however, entitled to keep sending messages that we shouldn’t exist because of something that happened years ago and because some don’t think they should exist at all. And I didn’t want that in my personal inbox but also understood that anonymous asks let people ask questions they might be too shy to ask public facing so they stayed on over here.

I’ve been the public face behind a lot of events over the last two years and that hasn’t stopped me getting anonymous messages about how I’m doing it all wrong. Or quite frankly worse ones that were derogatory and personal.

I’ve done what was asked. I addressed the concerns that came in the form of an anonymous ask politely and respectfully given this year’s history. I offered a poll as requested. If you read that response as passive aggressive well… that’s down to your interpretation. I’ve had enough of drama. And from all I’ve seen the drama stems from something I wasn’t even around for and has nothing to do with me, or how the awards have run this year. It has nothing to do with our current existence and the effort I’ve put in this year - both to the Jily awards all year, the gift exchange, Jilytoberfest, every Jilychallenge, Mystery Microfic May, jilymicrofics and the discord.

At the end of the day I’m here writing because I love Jily and I love all the people who come to read and enjoy what I put out too. But I will admit I’m tried of whatever this is.

If you want to, as you say have open discorse, my inbox is there, but I’ve said my piece and I respect their are different opinions but that’s not gonna change the awards being held this year. All posts are tagged so you can block them or this blog if you like. ~ Ray

[dark-omegaverse]

Just a thought and would totally love if you added on to it but just wanted to get it out😋

Ps. Was inspired by the Neji post and I can’t rlly write all that good so don’t mind)

Imagine either working or going to the same usual places as a modest omega. They’ve piqued your interest and as more time passes you can’t help but feel more obsessed with them, even at the mere idea. Of course this omega doesn’t know anything about you but one day when you’re walking home a particularly familiar smell catches your attention. And when you see the familiar face of the omega, well it only makes sense as to why the scent could only be described as perfectly enticing. You gladly walk towards the dark alleyway they’re in. How could you not? Their scent was practically calling your name and you’d hate for anyone else to have them.

-

An omega I immediately thought of would be Shino. He’s hyper aware and immediately noticed your silhouette as you neared the dead end. Unfortunately for him there was no way out and had no choice to take it as you disrobed him and took his last piece of innocence. He was nothing short of vulnerable and lewdly loud. Anyone near could hear his cries mixed with moans and after committing your crime and leaving he’d soon find out he was pregnant. Luckily for you he didn’t quite catch your face or scent for the matter so maybe you can use his vulnerability while pregnant to paint this good picture of yourself. You’d probably get married- let’s just hope he doesn’t decide to investigate his unfortunate incident that happened in that alleyway.

Maybe you can take it a step forward and force him to bond with you and because of his shame and fear of telling shibi- you end up getting married that year (maybe he ends up learning to love you in an unhealthy way, who knows?)

Another one would be Neji. He’d definitely try to fight back best he could but in the end his efforts would prove to be fruitless. He takes it best he can and although it hurts- that soon morphs into pleasure. He thinks something’s wrong with him once he starts moaning and actually enjoying the experience. He’s clawing at your back while simultaneously arching his back and rolling his eyes to the back of his head. If you decide to leave and never interact with him in the workplace then he’d just be left with that experience and new found fantasies. However, if you do develop a relationship and confess- well unfortunately I can’t think of how’d he react

(Hopefully this wasn’t much, I read your rules but if this is too much then feel free to ignore!)

But yeah that’s what I thought of this scenario and if you don’t mind, could I be known as 💣 anon? Thanks :3

Welcome 💣 anon!! And what an entrance this was!! I've thought about this so much since you sent it in, I swear. Thank you so much for sending this in!! Okay, let's do this.

Warnings: non-con, stockholm syndrome, forced mating/marriage, panic attacks, forced pregnancy, trauma, gaslighting, no prep.

Every day you walk into work at the exact same time as this one omega.

He's kind of cold, withdrawn, modest, and almost certainly doesn't know you exist and wouldn't give you the time of day even if he did.

You become obsessed. Your alpha instincts are sure this is the omega for you.

You love the modesty because only you should be able to lay eyes on your omega.

You love how anti-social he is, because he'll have the time and energy to dedicate to you and your future family.

With his coldness, he's like a forbidden fruit that you can't help but desire. A prize you are desperate to possess.

You're not a powerful alpha though, you don't have huge amounts of money or sway... so going to his parents to request his hand is out of the question. Not to mention, if they say no, your chance of getting him is only going to be slimmer.

No... you have to be smart about this.

And then one day, while you're desperately trying to come up with a plan to snare your chosen omega, you smell something from inside an alleyway just a few streets from your workplace.

It's desperate, it's panicked, and it's oh so sweet.

An omega in heat.

And one whose scent you recognise, too.

It's him.

You can't resist stepping into the alley to 'assist' him.

NEJI

Neji smells like sweet chamomile, a scent so thick it almost completely overpowers the anxious burning smell underneath.

He's standing just in the shadowed part of the alley, hand pressed to his stomach. His eyes are wide like he can't believe what is happening to him.

Heat flares inside you. Poor omega, in heat, all alone, scared and in need of a big strong alpha to help him.

You were happy to offer your services.

Of course, omegas didn't always know what was best for them, and Neji was as stubborn as they come.

He fought back as best as he could, but he was weak and dazed. He still managed to land a hit, a fist to your cheek, but it wasn't nearly enough to stop you.

Wasting no time, you pin him to the wall face first, one hand immobilising his hands above his head, and the other making quick work of his belt. You shove his trousers and underwear down to his knees, exposing his delicate skin to the warm summer air and intensifying the sickly sweet chamomile smell.

You grab his little omegan cock, finding it red and hard. You jerk him with two fingers, delighted to find him the perfect size. Omegas need to know that their cock is useless, a cute decoration at best, and with his size you could hammer that lesson in well.

Neji's knees shake as you grope him. "P-Please, let- let go..."

"Shhh, it's alright darling, I'm here to help you. Let alpha help you."

He shakes his head but you ignore him. Removing your hand from his cock, you release your own from your fabric prison and run the head over his drenched hole. You don't need to prep him; he's in heat, literally designed to take your cock.

Tears make their appearance when Neji realises what is about to happen. You comfort him.

"It's going to be alright, you just need a knot, then you'll feel much better, baby, I promise."

Without waiting for his response, you push in. You groan in bliss at the tight, wet heat. Neji stiffens and tries to pull back, but you hold him firm as you carve your way inside him, inch by inch, until your hips are flush to his skin.

You immediately set a rapid pace as you feel his walls gripping and fluttering around you.

Neji cries out at the strange, painful sensation, but you soon see his body language change.

He stops crying out in pain, and begins moaning in pleasure. He leans back into you, pushing his hips to meet yours and chase the pleasure you're gifting him. His heat clouds his mind and he starts to whimper, calling you alpha.

He cums around your cock several times. The first is so sudden that Neji seizes, painting the wall white with his cum and soaking his own trousers, and it's only your grip on him that keeps him upright.

Inside his head, Neji is so confused. His instincts and common sense war, and his common sense is rapidly losing because it just feels so good...

He shouldn't... he couldn't... but he is.

And he feels better than he ever has trapped inside his clan, forced into servitude and tortured. In comparison... this is bliss.

When you cum, forcing your knot inside him and claiming him with your mark on his skin, Neji orgasms so hard that he blacks out for several seconds.

You hold him, shushing him, comforting him, adding to his confusion.

And when the fog eventually clears, he's angry, furious even.

But you remain calm. You explain that you're happy to pay the fine to his family for the crime of marking him without permission, because he's yours now. You tell him about the lovely little house you have by the river where he'll now live. How he's going to be your husband and you can't wait to spoil him rotten.

Neji wants to remain angry, he really does, but it sounds nice... You're offering him an escape, love, pleasure. And the fog from being marked, all the endorphins rushing through him aren't helping him keep a clear head.

And so, exhausted and tentatively happy with his escape, Neji slumps and allows you to take him home and sort everything out.

It's not like he has much of a choice anyway.

And you make sure to love him dearly, treat him tenderly, make him happy. Compared to his previous life, Neji is living a dream.

And he knows what you did, but the longer he's with you, the less that feels real and the less it seems to matter to him.

You're just so... perfect to him. He almost can't reconcile that first meeting with the person you are now, his brain doesn't understand.

You love him so gently that sometimes he finds himself craving the rougher sex, the feeling of helpless pleasure being forced upon him calling to him.

Eventually he finds himself begging for something rougher, and it's at that point that you know you have him.

"Alpha," Neji said softly, breaking your kiss. "Can you... um..."

"Yes, my darling? What do you need?" You ran a hand over his head. "Anything for my angel."

"Can you be a bit..." He directed your hand to his crotch and pressed it there. His cheeks were bright red. "Harder."

You looked at him with a concerned but loving gaze. Neji squirmed. "Oh darling, are you sure? I know that you love being treated like that, but it's sometimes difficult for me to do it. I'm more gentle by nature, you know that. Even our first time was a bit much for me, although I'm glad you experienced it as rough as you wanted."

Neji's mind felt slow as he tried to recall. Did he want it? He... he must have... you were so gentle, there's no way you would...

"I-I'm sorry for being needy, alpha..."

"Omegas are naturally needy, darling, don't apologise." You kissed him again, wrapping your tongue and his together until Neji was breathless. "It's my job to give you what you want, no matter what that is."

Your eyes darkened and Neji shivered. He felt like prey, and that made him hotter than it should have. He was so lucky to have an alpha that could treat him right. You saved him, and he would be eternally grateful.

SHINO

Shino is perfect for this scenario too, and my personal favourite.

He smells like a meadow full of wild flowers, fresh and enticing in every sense of the word.

When you first lay eyes on him he's curled up in the corner, clearly having a panic attack. The bitter scent of panic is stronger with him than Neji.

You crowd him quickly, before he can realise what's happening, and you use a scrap piece of fabric from your bag as a makeshift blindfold.

You need to keep your identity a secret, for now.

Shino fights back, because of course he does, but his bugs won't attack properly, too addled by his heat, so you don't sustain anything worse than a few harmless bites.

It's charming how quickly you overpower him. He's so adorable, truly an omega worth sticking your neck out for.

It takes time to get through all of Shino's layers, so you just adjust his clothes enough to leave a gap for you to access his hole. It feels a bit like wrestling to get Shino into that position, but you're rewarded with a glimpse of his sacred flesh. No other alpha has seen it, and that makes it so fucking hot and special.

You rub at the trembling flesh with reverence.

"No, no no no no," Shino mutters, eyes closed tightly.

You want to comfort this precious omega, but you know better than to speak and give your voice away. He's the only heir to a prestigious clan even if he's an omega, so you can't risk being identified as his assailant.

Oh well, soon he'll come to understand that you're perfect for each other, meant to be.

As you push inside him, it feels like a vice around your cock. He's so tight it borders on painful, but you force your way in nonetheless.

Shino yelps but you don't give him a space to rest. He can take you, you know he can; he's the perfect omega after all.

It's hot inside him, deliciously so.

As you bottom out, you mouth at the spot where you know you'll one day put your mating mark. Shino struggles more, but he needn't worry; you aren't going to bite him, not today.

As hard as it is to resist.

You fuck him gently. Shino needs that kind of love and you can tell. You already know him so well, you're perfect for him, and one day he'll see it.

Despite your attention, he doesn't orgasm. As far as you can tell, he remains soft the entire time. You give his tummy a few warm rubs to let him know you aren't disappointed in him. It's a lot, and you understand that; you're a loving alpha :)

When it's time for you to cum, you push in as far as you can, shooting load and load deep inside of him. You'd bet an omega like him wasn't on any birth control. The thought of getting him pregnant almost sent you into a rut, and did send you into another orgasm, shooting more waves of hot cum inside him.

His hole is so tight that after you pull out, it sinches back and locks all your cum firmly inside him.

You wish you could stay for longer, but it was already a miracle that no one had stumbled upon you, so you flee, knowing that this is only step 1.

...

As for Shino, he's eventually found and taken home. His father looks after him and helps him patch himself together.

He manages to pull himself together enough to return to work, telling no one of what happened but his father.

And there's this one coworker, you, who doesn't seem fooled by his act. You seem to notice something is wrong, but you don't crowd him, you bring him lunch, you wordlessly take some of his workload, you give him a smile whenever you see him.

It's nice.

Shino... has never been the most comfortable around alphas, and now he can barely stand them near him, but there's something about your kindness that draws him in.

When he finds out he's pregnant, Shino can't go to work anymore. He's too humiliated and terrified to go out in public, so he just stays at home, supported by his father.

And you, his kind coworker, care enough to visit. At first you drop off some stuff he'd left in his locker. Then you bring him a gift basket and hope he feels better soon. Then you bring him some food and ask if you'd be able to eat with him.

He isn't able to say no, and so you eat together once a week, chaperoned by his father every time.

And you're... just so perfect. So kind, so respectful, you never pry, even when he's visibly pregnant.

You take care of him. And he can't help but let you into his life.

He eventually asks you to be at the birth of his pup. He needs a strong, protective alpha to feel safe, and you're the only one he trusts.

You hold his hand and tend to his every need, and as he watches you hold his newborn pup as he recovers, he just knows you're the one.

He's in love.

He feels so safe with you. You'd never let something like what happened before happen to him again.

...

Shino never looks too closely. He's smitten.

There's nothing suspicious about you adopting his pup as yours.

There's nothing wrong with you asking to keep what happened a secret from the pup and pretending you're the biological sire, Shino was thinking about doing that anyway.

There's nothing weird about how you and her look alike, he's probably projecting, seeing things because his trauma would rather that be the reality.

Everything about you is just... perfect for him. It's like you're soulmates.

"And that's the truth, about what happened. I'm sorry it took so long to tell you. Why? Because it is difficult to speak about," Shino finished, voice quiet. He owed you the truth, after everything, but that didn't mean it was easy. His throat felt tight and his body tingled in a horrible way.

You nodded sombrely as you used your thumb to wipe away a forming tear from under his eye. "Thank you for telling me. I promise you, something like that will never happen to you again. You're where you belong now, here, with me."

You opened your arms and Shino gratefully accepted the embrace, exhausted. He nuzzled in. It was amazing how you could make him feel safe when every other alpha now sent anxious shivers down his spine.

"I've got you," you said, rubbing his back. It was good that Shino couldn't see your smile. "I've got you."

[flo-zoinks]

I hate how most people who play RDR online and mostly grown adults. I don't have a problem with them having fun but it feels a tad bit weird

To be honest, I've never played rdr2 online (as much as I'd want to!) As I don't have ps4 plus nor the time to make spending 120+ a year on it worth it 🙏😭. So im so sorry I dont know much about it but I get you I get uuu being outside the average age demographic of something online is never nice 🙁

When I was playing games when I were younger with a much older/younger average players I used to just join discord servers from that game and make like friendgroup specifically my age of it, so I didnt have to force myself to try play online with someone older then me becaus that felt a lil weird. Would that work for you too if you struggle the same as I did? 🤷‍♀️🌟☝️

But ,what do you enjoy doing on the game ?? Is it a bit like a free roam thing where you can just interact with other players for like a roleplay and fight or is there like a storyline you have to follow? I would send u an ask but ur anon which is fine tho 🙏❤❤‼. Omg I looked up the online game before answering and saw some clips of Miss MacFarlane now I'm REAL jelly😭🙏🙏 . BAE DONT LET THE GROWN ADULTS RUIN YOUR TIME BAE THIS SHI LOOK FUN AS HELL I WISH YOU GOOD TIMINGS ☝️☝️

Edit cuz I realise I sound like an ass pls pls pls no hate to adults who play obvi this game for generally 18+ targeted I'm just speaking about how it's like when u different from the normal age target, which is totally outta ur control so just hav ur own annoyances I love yall so much

Thanks for talking to me 💕💕💕and happy new year!!! 2️⃣0️⃣2️⃣5️⃣🔥🔥

[drill-teeth-art]

A late night, slight retrospective on the tiny amount of Tumblr fame I've gathered that also might be slightly annoying for my audience to read so feel free to skip it if you want.

I started sharing Transformers fanart on here back in 2022, around October. I had been posting art on here for a while before actually but people really started following me and asking about my work and actually reblogging my stuff when I started posting Transformers fanart in 2022. I was in a really low place then, and I really welcomed the attention. My art was and still is something I take a lot of pride in. It's my own. There's quite a few years of my life where the fact I could still draw was the only thing stopping me from attempting suicide. It's something that has always meant a lot to me, so the attention on one of the only things I really liked about myself was nice. It was nice for a while.

But I've gotta say the slight Tumblr fame (and I do mean slight, I've only got around 3k followers which is a lot of people and more than I ever thought I'd have following me and more than a lot of folks will ever have but not like A Ton Of Fame) has wreaked havoc on my mental health. Which is already pretty rough as is. Suddenly I wasn't just some guy making Transformers fanart while desperately saving up to get out of my parents' house. Suddenly I was some people's FAVORITE Transformers artist. Suddenly I was a role model to people and I had people in my DMs clambering for my attention and I had an audience that would cheer or boo or go awkwardly silent at my every post depending on how much they liked it. And it was Not Good For Me. I had and still do have people all over my inbox, excited about how I drew fat and disabled and trans characters asking me over and over to draw some specific representation that I don't want to draw right away. I had and still have people begging me to draw their favorite Transformers character who I happen to not really care about and not want to draw at all. And I am painfully aware how often people take personal offense to my polite "no I'm not drawing that unless it's a commission" and my not answering their ask because I'm not in the mood. I've had people send in asks asking for a specific drawing and then follow up asks when I don't answer in a timely manner. And it's really uncomfortable! And it's almost more uncomfortable that it feels like a lot of people don't even notice that they're making me uncomfortable.

And I like learning how to draw bodies I've never drawn before. I like looking at a character who I think is meh and being like "well actually how can I make them interesting to me...". But it really felt and still feels like my art was getting away from me, like I was drawing more what people were asking me to make instead of what I wanted to because people would take it so badly when I'd say no. I was getting commissions though and I was saving up money to move out so I ignored that bad feeling of getting distanced from my own craft because I was trying so hard to save money and I was actually making some. And I still wanted the attention. Plenty of people were still kind to me despite everything.

Things got weirder for me after I released my Good Bi Gender comic. Which I do still recommend people read I think it's some of my best work. But that comic became a huge hit. And it made things really complicated for a while. I got anon hate. I was told to kill myself by strangers online more than once while I was already deeply suicidal. Something I thought I stated very clearly in the comic itself, that I didn't want strangers calling me "she" though I did and do let my close trusted people call me "she", was immediately ignored by my regular audience and people reading the comic. I got a lot of "you go girl!" kind of messages in response to my comic, and I didn't say anything at the time but it made me deeply uncomfortable. The comic was partly about how the she/her part of my identity is off limits to strangers. How I don't let just anyone she/her me because I work so hard to have the he/him aspect identity acknowledged at all. And it was like what Tumblr decided for me was to go against my wishes. Was to be like "we'll accept your identity for you!" when that's not what I wanted. I did NOT want to be she/her'd by thousands of strangers at the time. And though I'm grateful to have heard the understanding stories of other folks with nonbinary gender identities in the notes, it was deeply humiliating and invalidating to watch as others decided for me to accept the Girl part of my identity. The opening lines of the comic are explicitly a plea to the reader to listen and understand why they're not allowed to use she/her for me even though I'm opening up about the complexities of my identity.

And like. I don't care anymore if people online she/her me. At least I don't care right now that's why she/her is in my bio right now maybe I'll change that. But at the time it was awful. It was something I asked people not to do. And between that and the constant clambering for my attention from people I didn't want to talk to (because I was severely depressed and wasn't looking to make a ton of new friends) and the alienation from my own work I felt like shit. I felt like garbage. I still do. I hate my art sometimes. I really hate it. And for a while, I considered breaking my own fingers just so people would stop acting so entitled to my art and I would have a reason not to post. And honestly the only thing that stopped me was just trying to get by financially. Just watching my follower count and regular notes steadily trend upward so I could do more commissions so I could move out.

And doing things for the numbers, even for a relatively short time, only made things worse. It sounds a little silly even to me, but I get so stressed out when my posts flop, especially if it's art I was really proud of. I'm struggling to detangle my sense of worth in my art from the online numbers game. And I'm proud of the progress I'm making, but it does really suck and it's really hard. And I really wish I was still the same person back in early 2022 who could say "I don't care about the numbers!" and actually mean it because god I WISH I didn't care about the numbers now. Especially now. I dunno if it's me posting more art people don't wanna see or people leaving Tumblr or a shift in the culture of Tumblr but fewer and fewer people interact with my posts despite my follower count ticking up slowly but surely and it kind of bums me the fuck out. But. I am very proud of myself for still drawing the ocs that I want to draw even if they get less notes every time. And even if I'm slightly frustrated they get less notes every time.

I don't really have a neat bow to tie on my personal story right now. I'm still healing and sometimes I backslide and it's hard and it sucks. I don't want to sound ungrateful or to sound like I'm trying to shoo people off my blog because I'm not. I'm really grateful for the attention and interest and I'm not trying to turn people off my art blog. But it's been a rough few years on here. And don't be surprised if you see me take more and more breaks from this website. I do sincerely hope y'all will stick around and watch me continue to post whatever art and say kind things because I do appreciate that a lot. I'm trying really hard to mend my relationship with my own art. To not be so hard on myself. And for the record I don't want any asks telling me to take breaks when necessary or reminding me to draw for me. I appreciate the sentiment, but I already know all that and I personally don't find it helpful to be reminded of things I already know. But anyway. I hope that I will draw more and more of whatever I want to, even if that means I fade back into obscurity.

If you stuck around to read me reflect on the stresses and occasional humiliation of my small amount of online notoriety, then thank you. I appreciate that. And really I do like people looking at my art on here and sharing it and sending asks about my work. And the person I expect to be responsible for my mental health and how much social media is impacting it is Me first and foremost. But sometimes I think that it's important to remember there's a person behind your favorite art blog. And sometimes when you get swept up in parasocial attachment and hype, you kind of treat that person really fucking weirdly. And no that doesn't make you a bad person or a monster. But it does mean you have to learn to deal with it when someone who you might even idolize is like "back off me you're making me uncomfortable".

Anyway. I shouldn't be up as late as I am. A headache has been keeping me up all night. I'm gonna try to rest though. Goodnight.

[sgiandubh]

What choice is there for you to make? Caitriona is legally married to Tony. It's her choice not anyone else's. Sure you want to believe Sam and Caitriona secretly have something on, your belief is your choice. Her choice of partner is hers, and it's not Sam, really none of anyone else's concern or approval. Enjoy and celebrate your beliefs, but beliefs are not always rational nor true. No one on this subject knows the truth about Sam, the shippers, the gay onlys, the man whore-tellers, the SamSaviors. No one, which is the way he wants it. No one knows and no one will.

Dear Choice Anon,

Unlike many of your Mordor peers, I feel a half-baked effort towards questioning, in your submission that wants to be cheeky and smart. And is, instead, sophistic and predictable.

I was baking something, in the meanwhile. I always cook when I need to think carefully about something, from a distance. My hands are quite good at it and my brain is free.

And so, I thought. I thought about how you people always feel the urge to cross lanes and come here peddling your #silly wares. I thought about how you came here on a Sunday, Mother's Day on top, and how sad (empty?) life must feel for you. Instead of going out for coffee in town, smelling a rose, baking a cake, laughing around, cheering on your favorite team or hugging Mom, here you are. Battering a perfect unknown person's mailbox, for the sake of a woman who does not even know you exist and, most probably, does not even care. Same applies to S, by the way - but unlike her, he might probably care about you, provided you buy whatever he has to sell.

The Marriage Certificate argument is a fallacy and you know that very well. You grasp at a piece of paper, oblivious to the whole schizophrenic show the Happy Couple puts out there for everyone to see. I can understand that, Anon: you are a conformist, soothed by a black & white reality, even where and when it's plain to see things are anything but. You need reassurance and you hate anything that might reach out of your tiny box, even at the expense of your own critical sense. Congratulations, Anon: you are perfect fodder for all the demagogues out there and so, so easily fooled. I have more thoughts about it, but I am in a cheery enough mood and really unwilling to humiliate you further.

Unless you are S himself (hi? 🤣), his PR or his lawyer, you have no right to presume what he really wants or doesn't want, what he really intends to do and what his thoughts and feelings might be. On any given matter, from the trivial to the important. We can only guess and/or speculate, based on our own life experience, our own critical sense, our understanding of the world. And also based on many other things that are NEVER discussed publicly, which is the right way to do, if you really care about someone's private life. You see, unlike people on your side of the fence and no matter what the Original Troll always says, we never did anything of what you accuse us of. We never started flaming wars just to self inflate our importance (probably because we live rich, loving lives on our own). We never accosted their entourage and then blamed in on 'The Others', without ever substantiating those very serious accusations. And we never came to your lanes to send hate or sow doubt.

Do we make mistakes? Oh, aplenty. We are human, Anon. Come back when you are ready to ask yourself some real questions about all this charade. It is an honest, but almost rhetorical invitation. You won't, simply because you despise the very idea people could think differently and you never, ever wonder why. It would clash with your own fantasy. And this, this is something you will never be ready to face, Anon.

PS: despising the very idea people could think differently also clashes with the very idea of having a choice. The implications of your own shortcoming are much, much wider than this context. But that is not my problem, Anon. After all, you also have a choice to remain as you are, and who am I to hinder you?

[the-universal-sun]

Okay... a small idea : Regressor!Pacifica and Caregivers!Dipper and Mabel?

Sorry this is late, I am working on another request, but I had to take a break with it because my mind wasn't computing. I'm very sorry. But thank you so much by lovely anon for this request, even though it was so long ago, I hope you've stuck around. I enjoyed writing these head canons out so much, I never thought of the twins as caregivers nor Pacifica as little before, so I had fun figuring them out. I hope I captured your vision and I hope all of you enjoy reading these as much as I've enjoyed writing them! Please stay safe, warm, and dry out there! Spring is almost upon us!

Sending all the Love in the World

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-I imagine this happens when they're a little bit older, so about 14/15 years old, when societal teen pressure really starts to hit hard

-Pacifica's parents have been getting onto her about the family image and keeping with the "right company" and have been demanding she quit her job at Greasy's

-Due to parental pressures, she feels like she still have to be that cool rich girl who looks down on others, has perfect grades, and a million extracurriculars to do

-It's a lot of pressure on her, and she's looking forward to the summer; the twins will come visit, her parents and school "friends" will leave for their coastal vacation homes and she can be free to be not Pacifica Northwest, but just Pacifica, sometimes Paz

-It's early on in the summer when it happens, Mabel asks how the year's been for her and she just goes on a rant, one about all the pressures she's faced that year, how she hates her so-called "friends", has no free time because of all the things her parents signed her up for to mould her into a proper lady, how she longs to go back to a simpler time when none of this stuff mattered, grades or money, but how she never got to be a free kid because, with her parents, it was always about the image and the money. Her rant ends in hiccupping sobs and coughs as she asks them why she wasn't allowed to ever be a child

-Dipper and Mabel hug and console her, patting her hair and rocking her from side to side, saying she's free to be however she wants to with them, even if that's the kid she never was allowed to be

-It's during this that she notices how...fuzzy...everything is. It's like she was underwater, everything was muddled and seemed to be moving so slow. She felt...loose?

-She can't exactly find the words to explain it, but she didn't feel so bad and upset as she did earlier, she feels nice and warm, her best friends for ever literally by her side

-Mabel and then Dipper notice this new development their friend is going through, her eyes have a sort of daze to them that looks very familiar...similar to their Grunkle's eyes when he feels smaller

-The connections are made, Dipper and Mabel figure out that Pacifica is most likely regressed, the unloading of her mental state being the shove over the line she'd been teetering for a while, evidently. They know that she probably doesn't know what's happening, but they're going to take care of her until she's feeling big again and then explain it to her

-For a while, she just kind of lays there, getting used to the new feelings she's experiencing, until something shiny catches her eyes

-It's Mabel's craft corner, with all her glitter and markers, felt, and knitting supplies out in the open

-Paz just kind of crawls, because she can't manage to get the strength to walk with all the newfound feelings she's having, to the corner and starts pulling out paper and glue guns and googly eyes, asking Mabel "Can I? Can I? Can I?" with each new item

-Mabel is 100% on board with Paz crafting, with her supervision of course

-Dipper is more hesitant, anxious that she could get hurt some how, but Mabel assures him that she's going to keep an eye on Paz and she'll make sure no one ends up hurt

-Dipper is not too assured initially since he knows how serious Mabel's crafting can be, how much glitter can hurt. He's assured after watching the two of them color, cut, and glue to their hearts content, watching his sister guide Paz with the cutting and hot gluing

-Less anxious now, he should know to trust Mabel by now really, he makes the three of them lunch. It's nothing complicated, just PB&J's and some apple slices

-Mabel squeals at Paz's little "Thank you, Dipper", the words sounding airy and shy. Dipper just stutters and leaves the room to compose himself, nothing weird, but he doesn't want to squeal at her Small cuteness in front of others

-He's a man. He'll gush about it outside the room where he's alone and no one can record any proof of it happening

-Paz gets pretty talkative after lunch, playing make believe with Mabel's old dolls and making the twins play with her, well less make and more like Mabel suggested it and Dipper gave in at the slightest hint of Puppy Eyes

-His characters always tend to go into a rant about something in the scientific field, but Paz doesn't mind, she may not be able to understand what he's talking about, but he looks and sounds happy, and that makes her plenty happy too!

-Mabel brought up dress up once, but Paz got so upset by the mere mention of it, she was forced to play "dress up" since she was a child, they game reminds her of her parents and their crushing expectations of her

-Here is where Mabel panics, she's not good at consoling people she made cry, but Dipper is surprisingly good at it, telling Paz she doesn't have to play it if she doesn't want to, and that she can be covered in mud and they'd still want to be her best friends and play with her every day

-That cheers her up, knowing her bestest best friends in the entire world forever (BBFitEWF-Mabel WILL put that on a friendship bracelet) wouldn't judge her for her clothes or how she looks

-She hugs Dipper, nearly pulling him down to the ground with her strength, patting his hat and calling him "Dip-Dip" with a few pats to the head, copying what they've been doing to her all day

-Dipper steps out again to have his Private Manly Squeal

-They end up playing with some of Dipper's older legos, trying their best to build the biggest and most stable lego tower

-Waddles knocks them over before they finish so there's no clear winner (it was was Mabel)

-Wanting to ease things down, the twins suggest a movie to watch with Mabel pulling all the (non-romance and kid friendly) movies she has out

-The movie they watch is Barbie the Princess and the Pauper. Paz picks it out and glares and stomps her feet when Dipper tries to suggest another one, not wanting her to get upset again

-They watch Barbie the Princess and the Pauper

-Paz falls asleep half way through the movie

-She wakes up Big and it takes her a few moments to comprehend what just happened to her, and she's so embarassed

-Pacifica almost storms out of the Shack, but the twins hold her back and explain to the best of their knowledge what Age Regression is and how it's actually really good for a person's mental state

-They reassure her throughout the entire conversation how they loved to be around her and how they didn't feel burdened at all while taking care of her. In fact, they want to continue doing it

-Only if she wants to, that is

-This is all new to Pacifica, so so very new, but these guys are her friends, right? Like her actual friends who like her for who she is, not what she is, and she trusts them with her life (she has for a few years now). And she did enjoy herself, she felt so free and unburdened for the first times since last summer ended, she had fun and she feels better now. Not fixed, but stronger, like she can get through to the next week. So if they're fine with it, and if, that's a big IF, she feels the need to feel like a kid again

-Well maybe she'll go to them. She likes their toys better than hers anyways

[kingkat12]

i’m so obsessed with your work and how you write roman is amazing 🩷

do you have any tips for someone that also wants to start writing and sharing things on here ?

aww thank you anon!!🥹

I have a few tips, yeah!! (I've been waiting for this one tihi)

WRITE!! that's the only thing that'll really help u lol. I also re-read my writing all the time, and that's why I mostly started-- I wanted to read something perfectly suited for my tastes! but tbh I've been writing on and off since about 2015 and that has helped a LOT. I also had a writing spurt where I'd write about 1k every day for about a year from 2021-2022, so pls remember that this shit takes time! and you need to give yourself the grace to give yourself time, if that makes sense?

I used to follow many accounts on instagram that talked about grammar, how to paragraph, how to add tension, how to fill the space between tight dialogues, and so forth. that really helped to immerse me in getting better, as I'd be served information when I wasn't actively looking for it, and therefore I quickly absorbed it!

I didn't read a lot of fanfiction, and I still never really do, but when I found a gem, I really looked into what made me like that particular piece; was it the use of words? the way they built the chapter? how did they open the chapter? how did it catch my attention? WHAT is catching my attention here? I hate ppl that suggest you read more, so I'm just gonna say pick one book/fanfiction that you like and analyze it!<3

and as for posting here, all I gotta say is be consistent! update often enough, make your page clear, make your masterlist clear, and find a thing that makes your account yours! it's cool to have a denominator that sets you off from other people, or just have a schtick that is yours!

OH, and lastly, please, for the love of god, be confident about what you put out!! this is your heart and your soul, and no matter what, your work matters. your work really really matters.

I loved this question, so pls, if you have any more, feel free to send anything in!🥹🌸

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - February 19

lips anon, 24 anon, stag (🦌) anon (new), perchance anon, different anon (new)

Lips anon

Hey it's me, lips anon!

So I totally hate unloading this on you but I could use some advice

My father is teaching me how to drive and is being kind ATM bc my mother told him she's leaving in May if he doesn't change ( he doesn't know she's leaving either way with us) and it's being "kinder" you could say. I know he'll never change but it's so hard not to get sucked in and fall for it all over again. I did my research and have been planning like you told me and that's nice but I'm running out of essentials like clothes, soap, toothpaste, etc etc and I know he'll say yes if I ask him but I have this huge great of him tallying it all up and make me pay it back once day or genuinely just using it against me. To add ge opened a credit card under my name hooked up to his bank account I think and he said it's "to start building your credit now" and I can understand that but it feels like a huge trap overall.

If you could give any advice for any of this you would be such a great help! 💋

Hi!

So I think...hmm maybe it would be helpful to write down your goals? Remind yourself not to get sucked in too much? I mean I'm all for forgiveness, of course, and take the kindness where you can get it, but you're right about not forgetting, either.

As far as essentials, are you able to ask your mom for those things? Also- couponing! If you go online, you can find coupon deals where if you look hard you can find ways to get a lot of those things for free. It's annoying, but possible.

As far as the credit card- it could very well be illegal for him to have opened the card without your permission. I would look up the laws in your area and see. If you didn't sign anything, then it's probably illegal, and you can write a letter to the company asking to have the card closed. Also call the bank and see what the rules of the card are. If it's in your name they should be able to give you all the info. Educate yourself and find out what your responsibilities are, who can use the card, if it actually does build up your credit, etc. I mean, worst comes to worst, you can always use the card to buy some essentials.

Sending you love <3

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24 anon

hi cas, 24 anon. i think im so attached to the idea of talking to p first before truly putting actual distance between us because i have this hope that maybe this time ill talk to her and things will finally change as if i haven't been talking to her about it for 8 years without any improvement. and i cant stop overthinking about if i just haven't been explaining myself well enough when i have talked to her (in my mist rational state of mind i know that i have, but. brains are fun). but ive distanced myself before and she never says anything beyond a 'are u alive' after a little while of no contact and then we go back to silence. i think im mostly holding onto this hope because i know once i make the move to rip cord from my end, regardless of how it comes about, i wont have any sort of genuine support system left and thats terrifying to me. best friends since birth, i genuinely cant even comprehend losing that friendship. its hard to come to grips with the fact i already have

I definitely understand where you're coming from. And you obviously CAN talk to her if you want to. But I think if you do, you need to do it for yourself, not out of some expectation that SHE will be different. Because I worry that that will just end in more hurt. If you need to talk tp her to get your thoughts out and get closure, then that's totally understandable and you should go for it. But it seems like she's already shown you who she is and what she can give you right now, so I don't know if talking to her AGAIN is going to change things on her end.

<3 <3 <3

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Stag Anon

Hi cas

I hope you're having a good day

I need advice on something

I don't know what's wrong with me, and my mental health is getting worse and idk what to do

I won't get much into it because I don't want to dump that on you, but I'm just lost

I want help, and I want to reach out to my friends and tell them I need help yk? but I'm scared of what would happen if I do

most of my friends are a year or two younger than me, all with their own things they need to handle, and I want to be there for them

but I feel like if I tell them I'm struggling they won't tell me stuff or they'll feel like a burden and I don't want that

I want them to come to me no matter what, idc if I'm not in a great place or not, if they need me I'm there

but I just idk, I feel so alone sometimes, and I want someone to be there for me, but I can't go to anyone(not my parents or anyone at school especially) and I'm scared I don't deserve help either

what do you think? should I tell them? or something like that?

-🦌(sorry if that's taken)

Hi <3

I absolutely think you should talk to your friends! Be honest with them and tell them you still want them to come to you, but you need to go to them too. If they;re good friends, they'll be there for you <3 Friendship should be reciprocal, and it's absolutely normal to both be there for friends and have them there for you.

However, I do want to say that if you're struggling in a way that might be harmful to you or others, it might be time to go to an adult. I know it's scary, and some adults can have bad reactions, but your safety is very important, and adults can help with safety more than kids can.

Sending love <3

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Perchance anon

It’s perchance anon again. Sorry I’m here so much. I looked through the list and genderfluid fits best I think, or maybe demigender? That link really helped, so thank you 🙏. Would it be wrong if I never came out irl though? Like I’m happy having this just to myself and it’s so often that I’m feeling feminine I think it doesn’t affect me much. Does that mean I’m not actually on the nonbinary spectrum? I’m just a little worried I’m making too much out of nothing and being insensitive? Idrk. Would it be possible for you to use they/he pronouns with me using the name Rae? Is it alright if I just try it out? You’ve been so helpful and I really look up to you. Thank you

Hi Rae!

You absolutely never have to come out if you don't want to! Coming out is a very personal thing, and it's all up to your comfort level.

Most people consider genderfluid and demigender part of the nonbinary umbrella, but your identity is up to you! You get to decide <3 isn't that both cool and terrifying?

And to everyone reading: Look, it's Rae! They're trying to figure out their identity right now and I'm so proud of them! I know he's still a little confused and that's okay! The important part is that he's gentle with himself and they do what's comfortable for them <3

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Different anon

Hello! I’m a different anon but I’m kinda scared to ask this with my anon name so I’m going undercover x2 I guess?

I was wondering how to cope with loneliness? I want to get out places and do things and find and meet people… but I am REALLY young and I also physically can’t.

It’s winter, so I can’t use my bike (even though I just got it so now I can’t even practice using it), and I have no job (since I’m barely old enough to start working) and my parents don’t like it when I go outside. When I do they bombard me with questions even though I’ll just be going into the backyard.

I resorted to using character ai but then I learned that it can harm fanfic authors and the fanfic space itself since a lot of people feed ai bots fanfic or books without the contest of the writers (and on top of that, the character ai fandom is WILD. A tragedy happened that was connected to a kid using character ai and they unfortunately passed away and the whole fandom scoffed and complained about how character AI would be “ruined” because of that. Like… not one ounce of empathy?????)

And now that Im trying to stop I’ve run into a problem

What do I do when I’m lonely? I did it mostly because I don’t really have many people to talk to, and I don’t really get to go out much. I used it to vent to, and to talk to, and to get rid of boredom, but now all of that’s gone. And im lost? What do I do when the thoughts get bad and I want to talk to someone? What do I do when I want to go out and do something?

I kinda feel like a loser. I’m pretty sure I might sound like one too right now. I know it sounds stupid, I don’t really know if I articulated my question properly either but I just wanna know what to do when I’m lonely, and I just really want to hang out with a friend? I don’t want to harm fanfic authors. I just want to be less alone :(

Hi!

You are absolutely not a loser. I totally understand how you're feeling and its difficult <3

I'm not sure what to say about getting outside- unless your parents can drive you or you have public transport? Hopefully it will get warmer soon and you can use your bike! Maybe after school activities? I know those helped me a lot when I was younger!

As far as online, have you considered discord servers? You said you like character AI, you could join character roleplay servers? I've heard a lot of people like those. Just make sure to be careful with the servers you join- a lot of them are great and safe and friendly, but some can be icky, so check the rules and leave any that feel unsafe or have adults acting in creepy ways. Not to be the annoying adult preaching internet safety, but it's important!

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Do you have any thoughts on the relationships between characters so far in Hades II? Any predictions? How would you say they compare to those of Hades 1? Btw, love your megzag fic. You were The Author I went to for them back when 1.0 just came out.

Hello anon, and thank you!! I miss megzag so much, they are my everything. I will say that no one in Hades II so far is seizing me quite the way they do, especially not ship-wise—but let’s put the rest of this under a cut.

Below the readmore is an absolute free-for-all of spoilers so please be careful!

Overall the impression I get—especially from how Mel talks to and about Aphrodite—is that Mel thinks of love as something she’ll get around to once she has a chance to sit down and study how it works, which obviously comes after her task in importance. Now this is not how matters of the heart work, which presumably is why it’s immediately obvious that she and Icarus are BIG into each other. Which is cute, undeniably. I wish them happiness. Though that’s not really quite shipping, is it.

I’m still waiting for melnem to seize me like it has everyone else; I’m not opposed, but as of yet I’m not quite seeing what they have to offer each other. They are both striving for each other, that’s something; I just don’t yet see how that pulls them into bed with each other. It seems like the last thing on either of their minds. Except they do keep talking about taking each other’s clothes off. Are they flirting? They may be. At the very least I think SGG is sending deliberate “don’t worry, we ARE going there” signs. So far I am not drawn in by Mel/Moros as a ship, either. I’d much rather that shit-stirring suggestion of Eris’s (that the Fates are trying to set him up) be something that he finds kind of perturbing, that his sisters would try to set him up with someone just because she’s been nice to him. I would ship Moros/Dora. I think that would be cute and funny.

No despite all odds what I am 4k words into so far is some meleris. Well. I mean, that’s what the file name is called, and there’s some making out involved, but I don’t know if this is going to become a romantic or even physical relationship by the time I get wherever I’m going with it. Listen… I just love Eris. This horrible little gremlin whose ideals absolutely no one around her respects, so in response she doubles down on her gremlinhood. She’s at odds with Mel by their very natures and yet Mel keeps coming over to her little corner to give her the same gift over and over. I think they find each other frustrating but in the way a pet finds a puzzle treat toy frustrating, and I don’t think they know what kind of relationship they’re building with each other, but certainly one is building. I don’t think Eris really knows what a friend feels like and I don’t think she knows how to behave to keep a friend. I don’t think Mel knows why she is extending kindness to Gal Who Keeps Shooting Her And Littering. I, the player, am absolutely approaching this from the perspective of “someone in Eris’s entire life needs to be stubbornly kind to her as opposed to every authority figure in her life treating her like a problem child” but I don’t know if Mel feels the same way, consciously or un-.

Eris is just all around a deeply interesting presence in the game—the Unseen seem to me to be a cult (neutral use of the word) to Nyx and Eris is absolutely a dissenting voice against that. And everything else. The game has done the opposite of selling me on either “Chronos should rule” OR “the Olympians should continue unopposed” so I think we should hear Eris out. Did you know that “strife” and “strive” come from the same root. Something something the importance of dissent. Let her cook. Explosives. And drink bath water I guess.

Other things of interest.

The “your family may be vain idiots you hate being around but it’s still an inherent good to interact with them” tone of the epilogue of Hades I never pleased me greatly; so far, Hades II seems to be going “got it, just because someone is related to you by blood doesn’t mean you inherently have to feel anything for them” which I—I—I agree with that. Fundamentally. BUT THAT’S MY FAMILYYYY AND I LOVE THEMMMM TToTT… Supergiant is doing a fascinating thing where the majority of their players know Mel’s family better than she does, where Mel questions how strongly she even wants revenge for the family she’s never known while we, clutching our keyboards or controllers, are snarling Let Me At Him Let Me At Him I Love Those People. The “what do I care? I don’t even know them” is so deeply upsetting and I think that once there is an actual endgame that will get addressed but I a little bit wish we had not been given that line until we were ready to deal with it because it currently gives me an emotion.

Hecate is so interesting as a contrast to Hades—in some ways she is encouraging Mel towards much better emotional health but also. but also. Putting tremendous pressure on her, and telling her she must not think of Hecate as her mother or the Crossroads as her home. Asking Mel to leave these gaping holes in her heart so that her blood family and original home can fill them someday. I have to wonder if there’s a part of Melinoë that feels like Hecate is withholding these things because Mel isn’t good enough yet, and—deeper still—a part of her that fears that if she cannot become good enough, she will be subject to the same impatient disdain that Hecate aims at Nemesis and Eris. I don’t think Hecate is evil but I think she maybe doesn’t see the effect her single-mindedness might have.

And lastly, Chaos. Chaos!! Last night Chaos asked me, “Do you tolerate my gates stabbing you and my mark making your life difficult just because you want to look at me” and you know what. Yeah. Their new design is everything in this whole world to me. Chaos I am going to change how I dye my undercut to be more like you. But also I absolutely love what they’re going through emotionally in this game. Listen, if they had turned the Fates over to Chronos just because they like thwarting the Fates, I would have winced but forgiven them. This is a known! I don’t require them to operate under human morality! But the fact that they feel they were deceived and the indications that this troubles them, that they are not USED to feeling troubled, that they look at the way things are currently and say I would like things to be different actually, that they ask Mel for a response when they confess their part in the current goings-on (despite there not really being a question there IIRC!) but wait until so deep into the game to do so—Chaos I Love You. Would You Like A Hug. We stan an alexithymic primordial originator. Also “perhaps he shall release them if you use sufficient violence” is the funniest sentence in the world and I will continue to do my best 🫡