#for some people i personally find that when they razz u it's when they love u -
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she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.
my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.
my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.
my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.
at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.
my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.
i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.
two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.
it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.
#writeblr#wlw#i often think about like.....#being happy in a gay relationship is sometimes so odd#bc u can forget how stupid ppl are.#bc ur so USED to being gay. and u forget other people GENUINELY ARE homophobic#so it's like. girl pardon?????#but also there are moments where it's like. ohhh the kids are alright#like watching someone razz someone else.... so fucking wholesome#“lemme get this bitche's pronouns before i make gentle fun of them” .... i would have KILLED for that.#THAT is how u know ur accepted#not just tolerated#..... when ppl are like. sure ur nonbinary congrats but WHAT is this fucking sunscreen application#ps idk if "razz'' is a real word but someone asked what it means -#i've always heard it as being a term for 'gentle & friendly teasing'' which like#i personally notice more from my guy friends but is like - when a person isn't#LIKE ACTUALLY teasing u (it's nothing personal/mean) they're just laughing w/you about something#my friends often put on a little voice and call me an anemic little bitch#like 'ooooo the anemic little bitch is cold??? does she need a mouse blanket#bc she's SOOOO SMALL AND ANEMIC???''#and it doesn't hurt my feelings (it makes me laugh very hard) bc 1. i actually called MYSELF that first#and 2. i'm not sensitive about it!!!#a proper razz is when you are ALSO in on the joke - i ALSO think it's funny#for some people i personally find that when they razz u it's when they love u -#they've noticed something genuine about u and love u enough that u know they're not being mean#this is cultural and personality based of course but i'm hispanic#if someone isn't making fun of me it means they hate me . obviously.
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I absolutely am in love with your one piece/ pirate AU!
May I request some head canons about how the boys fell for MC or what their ideal date mate is? If not it’s perfectly fine, have a good day/ night :)
THANK U!!! And I'll just dabble in the ideal date, mate. (Not gonna do how they fell for MC cause I'm tryna be as loosy goosey as possible)
Ideal Date Mate:
Sans: Sans longs for someone who is transparent. Someone who is not afraid to tell the truth and will communicate with him. Although he denies it, he needs someone to depend on. Preferably someone who can ground themselves and teach him a few things about good mental health. His ideal is a goofy, loving person!
Papyrus: To Papyrus, the most important trait his date mate would have is kindness. He cherishes the good in the world, and he would love to find that in his spouse as well. He's also prefers someone who has a strong moral compass as he has one as well. His ideal is a kind and compassionate person!
Blue: Blue prefers people who are shorter than him, lmao. But joking aside, Blue needs someone who can bring him down from the clouds. Whether that be gently or not, he needs someone who can translate social interactions and communicate what he should or not do. He also wants someone with a strong moral compass as well as a more optimistic point of view. His ideal is a moral and straightforward person!
Stretch: The most romantic boi. He definitely needs someone who's patient. That's fo sho. Stretch needs time, a lot of time. Whether it is to think or process, either or, he wants his spouse to want to give him that space. He would also prefer someone who enjoys music and poetry. Then there would be some common ground in hobbies. His ideal is an artistic and patient person.
Red: Red wants a fighter. They don't need to be physical (although that would be pretty sexy) but just emotionally. He wants someone who's going to get back up after every blow. He admires that preserverence in people. Confidence is a big thing for him as well. He wants to see the best in his spouse, and he wants his spouse to see that, too. Of course, there is a line between cocky and confident. HIs ideal is a determined and self-assured person.
Edge: Loyalty is #1 to Edge. If you are loyal, that's a giant checkmark in his book. His standards are HIGH. But as long as you strive to be the best you, that's enough for him. He's also super big on self-improvement, so if you have goals and aspirations, it's very attractive to him. Edge's type is someone capable and loyal.
Razz: Honestly, Razz never really sits down to think about romance. He has no type. He for sure knows what he DOESN'T want in a partner. But a partner that would be good for him is a partner who is patient and willing to give him love at a slower pace. He needs a partner who is as headstrong and stubborn as him to get him to take a break or rest. But overall, he doesn't really got a type.
Cash: Oof. This boi has a LOT of internal guild and genuinely does not believe he deserves a spouse. But the type he dreams about is a person who has a good sense of humor. He wants a partner he can do mischief with, hand in hand. He wants a partner who has his back and will talk to him instead of leaving. He wants someone who can help work through his problems with him. He knows he needs to change. He just needs help. Allota trauma for the boi,,, Cash's type is someone who is funny and understanding.
Bear: Sweet sweet Bear just wants someone to hold,,,🥺. He wants a partner who will hug, kiss, and hang off of him as much as possible. In shorter terms: a clingy partner. He is big, so he doesn't mind carrying someone around 24/7. Bear also would prefer a foodie so he can see the wonder on his partner's face when eating his dishes. He wants to have something in common with a spouse, and cooking is a huge thing for him. Bear's ideal partner is a clingy foodie.
Cinnamon: Cinnamon needs someone who will tell the waiter, "he asked for no pickles ☝️🤨". He needs someone to be his biggest advocate, and while his brother is there to intimidate anyone who's giving Cinnamon a hard time, Bear never really tells Cinnamon why what happened is wrong. Cinnamon needs to stick up for himself and figure out his self-esteem enough to understand that he's not a doormat. A partner who can cheer him on and make him feel worthy is his ideal type.
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aggressive affection, i think
(part two here!)
[ @yourlocalsinnamonroll (hi!) sent me an ask to do more gen z headcanons and i started working on something for her, except it isn’t actually a set of headcanons, but rather a really long...one-shot? but anyway, i thought of actual headcanons that i can share now, so i can return to my ROOTS hopefully this will do in the meantime. ]
i’m not sure if this is something unique to younger people, but i am one hundred percent sure that younger people do it a lot, just going off of the behavior of my friends and i. (i’m gonna tell you now that this isn’t entirely sfw, so minors dni please and thank u)
but i’ve found that it’s pretty common for friends to be, like, aggressively affectionate with one another, for lack of a better phrase. if not aggressively affectionate, then just really flirtatious, often for no reason, and it is still meant entirely in a platonic sense. some examples of this that i have experienced include, but are not limited to:
“i’m gonna eat you,” “do u wanna make out,” “just remember, no matter WHAT happens, i will ALWAYS wanna make out with you,” “i have literally wanted to fuck all of you at some point,” “let’s have sex,” “stfu before i kiss you,” [points to lap] “is this seat taken?” “every day i’m like, ‘wow, [name] is so cool, we should make out,’” and so on and so forth.
so you can imagine the fun i’m about to have.
lucifer
“blindsided,” does not even begin to describe what you’ve done to this man. while his recovery time was quick, he was still so, so confused.
all he said was, “you look nice today,” why did you threaten to kiss him? was that even a threat?
he doesn’t know because you said, “stop before you get kissed on the mouth,” but it doesn’t matter because you failed to consider that he is obsessed with you in dire need of a kiss on the mouth, and you, silly thing that you are, just provided conditions under which he can get one.
that said, have fun trying to explain to this man that you were joking while he’s holding you against him with the most smug look on his dumb little face. if you don’t wanna kiss him, okay, but by the time he feels like letting you go, your face is gonna be scorching and you will have properly learned not to do that again. unless you enjoyed yourself, in which case—
by the way, if you believe in a higher power, you had better pray he doesn’t do this to you because now that you’ve planted the idea in his villainous little brain, he’s just biding his time. so the next time you compliment him innocently, and he says, “be quiet before i kiss you,” like the monster he is, assert your dominance by kissing him first, it’s the only way to maintain your dignity.
mammon
why would you do that to him. he is literally in love with you, you can’t be doing this. he knows he’s an attractive person, but you can’t tell him that, and you especially can’t do it by flirting with him, it’s embarrassingly disarming. especially since he was going to make fun of you once he saw that you were looking at the issue of majolish with him on the cover. he had a plan and everything, and you ruined it. he was gonna say something dumb cool, after which you would be embarrassed , and he would laugh.
but then you looked at him, said, “i’m gonna eat you,” and his entire plan was thwarted. now you have to stand there and watch him struggle to form a sentence while his face gets red. you should take this opportunity to bite him, give him a little nom on the shoulder or something, just to razz him. it’ll be great, i promise.
luckily, he can’t even think about doing this to you without having to lie down, so you should be safe—unless, of course, he catches both you and himself by surprise. so if you get nommed on, you had it coming.
levi
you menace. you absolute villain. you’re laughing.
levi was about to go into a match he was nervous about, and then you said, “it’s okay, no matter what happens, i will always wanna make out with you,” and then he dropped his controller and blacked out, and you’re laughing.
you’re terrible. absolutely awful. acquaint yourself with shame while you blow cool air into his face and shake him awake.
when he does wake up, and he reminds you that he’s the avatar of envy, do nawt be surprised.
try to explain to him that you were kidding and let it slip that you say these types of things to everyone and you’re getting a tail around your waist. no matter how much he might stutter while he makes his point, the fact remains that he’s the only one you’re allowed to say these things to now. you can do it to the others while he’s not around if you feel so inclined, but he’s going to find out eventually, so good luck explaining yourself while he doesn’t keep his tail still when he uses it to hold you in place.
your only saving grace here is that he is physically incapable of doing it to you, but, you know. that probably gets overridden by how possessive he’s gonna get.
satan
you’re deranged. or just really confident. or a fool. it doesn’t matter, you fucked up. he said a normal thing, and then you threw him for a loop.
you were nervous about an exam the next day, he said, “you’re a capable person, you have nothing to be worried about.”
and then you, evidently forgetting that he is not one of your human friends, said, “flattery will get you made out with,” and tried to walk away.
first of all, how was that flattery? he was stating a fact. second of all, who said he didn’t wanna make out with you🤨. he never said that, you are making assumptions about him and his character.
anyway, he has no idea where you think you’re going, but you didn’t make it very far before he caught up to you anyway.
when he repeats what you said back to you in the form of a question, with that deceptively polite look on his face, know that he is being rhetorical. do not bother trying to explain yourself, it’ll be difficult to do so in a convincing manner while he’s backing you up to the nearest wall. do not be surprised when he takes this opportunity to blindside you with praise, directly into your ear, with that fatally smooth voice of his. and do NAWT be surprised when he pulls back and says, “why am i not being made out with?” with a dumb little smile. it brings him a lot of joy to see you squirm.
you don’t even have a saving grace here. this man is ruthless, he’s gonna do this to you literally whenever he wants, and he won’t even let you look away, let alone run away, so find joy in the monster you have created.
asmo
listen. unless you are genuinely empty headed, there is absolutely no way you did this on accident.
he wasn’t even doing anything out of character either, it was the middle of self-care night, he was putting moisturizer on your face for you, and he went, “you’re even cuter up close,” which is a normal, tame thing for him to say.
so unless you just have uncontrollable knee-jerk reactions, no way did you say, “so make out with me then,” to this man, by accident.
you’re lucky he has some knowledge of the fact that you sometimes say things that aren’t smart, so he didn’t just immediately jump on you; however, you are by no means in the Clear.
you blinked and he was nose to nose with you and basically in your lap. now you have to deal with his wandering hands while you try and explain yourself—that is, if you can even overcome how flustered you are, which you probably can’t. luckily, he knows you probably didn’t mean it, but he’s still asmo, so he takes it upon himself to be respectfully heinous like the gentleman he is.
so when he somehow manages to get even closer to you and says, “honey, you should really get a handle on those impulses of yours, unless you plan on following through,” like the bastard he is, know that from that point forward, whatever happens is on you.
here is another man with whom you have no saving grace; now that you’ve given him the idea that he can be more explicit with you,,, well.
beel
you’re a heathen. why would you do something like this. well, you know what, maybe you aren’t that much of a heathen, considering that you did bake cookies for him. that was really sweet of you, so he thanked you and complimented your skill, like a regular person.
so why, exactly, did you say, “i only accept thanks in the form of kisses, preferably with tongue,” ? something is genuinely not right with you.
now you have this man standing there, confused and red in the face. he’s trying to do the math, and nothing is adding up. like, it’s definitely doable, he can definitely do that, but, like, why would you make this request so suddenly?
this is probably the only instance in which you can coherently say, “i was kidding, you don’t actually have to do that,” and it almost doesn’t work.
you absolutely should not have been leaning against the counter because now he’s standing in front of you, and you have nowhere to run.
however, the thing about beel is that he is someone who flusters people without meaning to, so he has no idea of the effect that his, “are you sure?” has on you.
luckily, you’re still mostly coherent because you know that beel isn’t heinous like his brothers, so you manage to tell him that he doesn’t have to kiss you if he doesn’t want to because you were kidding.
you have every right to be surprised when, all of a sudden, you’re sitting on the counter, and he says, “why do you think i don’t want to?”
do you have a saving grace with this man? kind of. he would never say what you said or something similar, but the next time he compliments you and you choose to be normal and say, “thank you,” he’s gonna ask if he should kiss you, so try not to collapse.
belphie
now. he isn’t the Worst Person you could’ve done this with. but by god you are out of your mind.
your first mistake was choosing to lie down next to him, not because you had plans to be a menace, but because he is always a menace and has a thing for reminding you, which he can do more easily when you’re in proximity to him.
so when he said, out of nowhere, “are you ticklish?” you should’ve just rolled away, which wouldn’t have worked, but it would have been less chaotic then saying, “you are legally required to make out with me before you try and find out.”
you said it so casually that he was almost stunned into staying still, but his recovery time was excellent.
the next thing you knew, you were laying underneath a very smug, very menacing man, who seemed entirely too prepared to listen to what you had to say for once.
“legally?”
okay, so, maybe you should’ve chosen your words more carefully, but he was seconds away from tickling you, so you didn’t exactly have time to defend yourself. you can never backtrack with belphie anyway, so it makes sense that you went headlong into your claim, telling him that yes, this is, in fact, the law of the land.
“i was never one to pay attention to the law, but since you’re being so insistent, i guess i don’t really have a choice—”
leave it to him to pretend like you’re a burden as if he isn’t literally head over heels in love with you like everyone else fond of you. bastard.
there is absolutely nothing to save you from this man. he isn’t tactful enough to wait for an opportunity to do this to you, like satan or lucifer, so expect to be Just Sitting There when he tells you that you’re required to make out with him right this instant—it’s the law.
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Can u please be nicer on ao3? Maybe you should try answering people's comments
when i read the first line i was honestly flabbergasted and wracking my brain trying to figure out when in the world i wasn't nice on ao3 ever. because i honestly truly try to be nice to everyone always, even when i'm angry or frustrated or people are going after those i love and want to protect. if there was a time i WASN'T nice on ao3, i wondered if it was maybe because my comment had been misunderstood or someone saw me razzing an author i'm good friends with and they didn't get that we are close and i said what i did with so much love and appreciation, you know? like what??? did i do???
but then i read your second line. and please forgive me if i come off as rude in my response to this, because honestly i'm in a pretty bad spot mentally and emotionally in general right now, but PARTICULARLY today, and this ask triggered an anxiety response in me. so. i'm trying really hard to word this in a way to educate without being condescending or mean, but i might not succeed.
firstly, thank you for your comments i'm assuming you've left. i'm also assuming they were nice comments, in which case extra thanks. i'm sure i'll send you effusive responses on ao3 when the time comes.
secondly, please understand that sending an ask like this, on anonymous no less, is incredibly entitled. writing is not my profession, i receive no compensation for my works that i post for free online, and as a part of that it is not required of me to respond. i do my very best to reply to every comment i receive, but it is not always in a timely manner, because i have other priorities in my life. all of which leads us to my third point, which is:
writers do not owe you a reply to your comments. end of. there are no other qualifications or quantifying modifiers to be added to the statement. is it nice to be acknowledged and know your comment was seen? sure. but do they OWE you one? hell no.
in fact, i'd like to offer you a suggestion. a way of tweaking your thinking about the comments you leave on fics. instead of looking at comments you leave as being something that deserves a reply from the author, think of your comments as your way of paying the author for the gift of their time and talents that they have shared with you by posting their fic. that's how i think of the comments i leave for authors. i'm giving them my thanks for the words they've shared! i want to help THEM feel as amazing as they have made ME feel when i read their fic. in fact, my hope isn't necessarily a response from them, but instead my hope is THE GIFT OF THEM SHARING MORE FIC WITH ME. i'm a selfish bitch in that way and i always want all the fic to read. i never want that well to go dry. one way i can ensure that doesn't happen is by supporting authors and being kind to them and spreading all the love and excitement i can about their writing in the hopes that my words will inspire them to share more.
because whether they reply or not, i GUARANTEE they are seeing your comments. i PROMISE they are. and for all you know, your comment might be the one that keeps them writing even when their words aren't coming easily or when they are tempted to give up.
but, again, please remember that no matter what, these authors (including me) don't actually owe you anything.
the rest of this is going under a cut, because honestly my reply is already far too long and i have a LOT more to say now that you've gotten me started.
now, all of this in mind, i'll explain to you why i'm not great with keeping up with comments made on my fics the last couple of years. i don't owe you this explanation any more than i owe you a response to your comments, and i'm honestly not sure you deserve this explanation either, but i'll still offer it anyway. it'll help me feel better knowing i at least put this out there, whether you care or not, mainly because if i don't do that it will cause me greater anxiety having you possibly think i am not responding to people because i feel all high and mighty or that i think i'm better than the comments or whatever the fuck kind of motivation you're attributing to me to see my lack of a response as something "not nice" towards the commenters.
i'm not sure if you've noticed, but i put out a lot of fic. like a lot. a lot of words and shit. i love writing, it's often my therapy and a way for me to help keep my anxiety and depression and ptsd at bay.
now, more personal shit for you, i've got three kids ages 9 and under. the oldest has adhd which we have yet to find a med for that helps to the extent she needs without side effects that aren't healthy for her to continue with, she also has anxiety, AND she's extremely gifted and starting a new program at a new school, all in the midst of a pandemic. and all of those situations exacerbate her anxiety! huzzah! she's also dealing with the beginning of her tween growing up shit, which is great fun because it means where she used to be pretty damn understanding of her younger brother, she is finding it much more difficult to. because the second oldest? he's autistic with some pretty significant gross motor, speech, and socialization delays that have only been exacerbated because of the previously mentioned pandemic. PLUS he transitioned from his special needs preschool to a fully integrated elementary school for kindergarten last year and then had to deal with all the ups and downs of the switch from e-learning to hybrid to all in schooling when everything in him screams for a normal schedule he can rely on to keep his own anxieties and fears and struggles at their minimum. and that youngest child? he was born in january of last year. he STILL barely leaves the house and has only met other children in close range a couple of times because, once again, pandemic!
add onto all of this my own mental health issues, the fact that my husband ALSO battles major clinical depression, adhd, and anxiety, AND we live with my parents who have their own health issues, both mental and physical. i run the home for our house of seven. i keep this place functioning, fed, clothed, clean, and everywhere we need to be for all of our five million appointments every. fucking. day. there is a REASON i've been borderline burnt out for the last fucking year and a half.
now, for fun, i have fandom shit. i love it here, even if it is a dumpster fire on the best of days, and getting to be a part of the writing community is so very lovely. i adore it. honestly, it's because of those friendships i've built with other writers that i have been able to keep writing and have found just how helpful it can be for my mental health. but i'm REALLY. INCREDIBLY. BUSY. i hardly have time to get on tumblr for just a quick swipe through my dash most days. i put off asks so long i forget i have them. i don't have the mental and emotional capacity to talk to people on here or interact fully a lot of the time. but i do my best to do so and be kind while i'm at it even when i don't want to be.
then, on top of that? i also run fic fests like @wordplayfics and help friends run their own. because not only am i a writer, i'm a reader. i LOVE fic. fic has saved me soooooo many times over the past seven years that i've been here. i want to do what i can to support other writers the best way i can, which is to provide a space for them to create their works that welcomes and helps promote them, but also by doing my monthly fic lists and pocast highlighting what i've been able to read, reblogging their fic posts, and then commenting and kudosing their fics too.
sometimes i get really fucking down on myself because i'm so behind on replying to comments, but my brain is very much a "if you start this, you have to finish it" kind of a brain, and i feel even WORSE sometimes if i reply to comments on some fics and not all of them. but i do my best and reply when i can. i was actually really fucking proud of myself because i had a couple days to myself in june, and i spent hours replying to comments on 20 of my fics. when you have almost 150 fics (i think? i don't even know how many fics i've posted by now), that is only scratching the surface. but i tried and i was so so happy i did that many fics at once. it's exhausting, though, and takes a lot of spoons for me to reply to them in mass like that plus time consuming. so i tried to be happy with those 20 fics and the comments i responded to there and told myself that when i ha a moment to breathe, i'd go and work on replying to some more.
but see, that again causes anxiety and guilt. because i haven't replied to all of them. and that anxiety and guilt can cause me to put it off further OR to put off important things like feeding my children or getting sleep in order to finish it, so i have to make myself put things into perspective and ensure i'm doing the important things, like taking care of myself and my family, first.
and then, i have a moment where i CAN go ahead and reply to comments... but i also have MANY fics that are on deadline and i actually have a schedule. a SCHEDULE. for when i'm going to focus on which fics. i can spell it out for you if you really want. i made it back in APRIL to make sure i didn't sign up for too many fic fests because there are so many going on right now that i want to participate in, but i know i can't do all of them so i had to pick and choose. and when you are SO overscheduled and busy that back in APRIL you had to figure out what fics you would focus on at what time to ensure you got everything written when you wanted to through THE END OF THE YEAR, more choices have to be made.
for example. my writing time and time for myself came down to only one evening a week for ALL fandom things i'm doing and a part of right now once the kids were out of school for the summer. it quickly became apparent that for my own self care i needed more time, so i worked with my husband to find two other days i could carve out at least 30-60 minutes to myself to write every week. and i did. but if i'm already only getting that much time and have committed to those fics and fests and things that you're running etc, you have to choose am i going to use this time to try to squeeze in some comment replies? or am i going to write? and i choose to write. simple as that.
so yeah. see it as selfish if you want. see it as mean. you can honestly see it as whatever the fuck you want, but for me? i know that as soon as i possibly can and i can breathe freely for once and not feel like i am constantly drowning in my day to day life and am doing pretty well when it comes to my fic deadlines and getting started on those christmas cards i'm once again going to be making by hand for everyone on tumblr who chooses to sign up for one this year out of the KINDNESS of my heart and the love i really do feel for so many of you, then i promise i'll be on ao3 catching up and commenting. my friends laugh and make fun of me for it sometimes, because they will sometimes get 10-12 replies to their comments in a single day. they know that's how i work. i WILL reply to every single comment i get, no matter how old it is. but for the love of all that is holy, do NOT add to the anxiety and guilt i already feel over it. the only place that will get you is the ask/comment getting deleted if it's a good day, a fucking long rant like this one if it's not, and a block if it's a REALLY bad day.
if you're asking me to be nice on ao3, then i ask in return that you also be nice by not demanding things of people that they are not in any way obligated to give.
#long post#rant#i almost deleted this#but you sent it on just the right day and instead i let loose#this is unedited and unbetaed lmao but ENJOY#or don't#whatever#writing stuff#i should tag it#writing SHIT#but that's not really a tag i keep cause who wants to keep track of the negatives#not me
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Peter Parker: A Coming Out Story
By: snarkymuch
Rating: T
Word Count: 2263
Summary: Peter could feel his hands tremble as he tried to find the courage to make Tony understand. “It’s not—it's not that. I—there isn’t going to be a girl, any girl, ever. I’m pretty sure.” Tony’s brow furrowed, but before he could speak, Peter squeezed his eyes shut and confessed, “I’m gay, like really gay. When I say I don’t like girls, I mean, like, I really don’t. Not like that anyway.”
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Peter comes out to the people closest to him.
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Peter wished he could be like the stories he heard where people always knew they were gay, but he didn’t. Maybe he had some kind of idea, but never anything concrete, no one thing that proved it to him beyond a doubt. Though the hints were there, he questioned them like everything else. And the truth of it, he felt wrong for the way he felt.
His uncle, for all the greatness that he was, never struck Peter as an open-minded man, leaving him to feel insecure in his shadow. Before the night Ben died, Peter had wanted to broach the subject with his uncle and ask for forgiveness for something that didn’t need to be forgiven, to apologize for not being the man his uncle would want him to grow into someday. A bullet stole his chance, and the words he’d wanted to confess like a sin, stuck in his throat, and he began to doubt that he’d ever be able to speak them.
He wanted to believe he’d have been accepted, but now he’d never know. Call him a coward, but he was scared to admit who he was. Maybe he needed time to accept himself first.
It had been six months since Ben’s death, and the words were still stuck in his throat, trapped and choking. It seemed ridiculous that something so small could be so big that it consumed his life, though maybe it wasn’t that small. He wished it was, he wished it was something as simple as preferring one genre of music over another, but it was nothing like that, and pretending only did him a disservice. He didn’t need to be afraid, though. He knew he could tell May. Her love was all-encompassing, and he knew he would be welcome, but the fear made the words catch, and the time never seemed right.
It was a Sunday when it finally happened, without ceremony or show. Peter was eating his cereal at the table, and May was reading the paper. It was June, and Peter itched to tell her more than ever since it was Pride Month.
“Look at this,” she said, turning the paper so Peter could see a photo from the parade. A woman in a t-shirt that read Free Mom Hugs stood on the side of the street. She had a rainbow painted on her cheek, and her arms were outstretched toward the kid beside her. “I think I should do this, you know. There are so many kids out there that don’t have anyone. Can you believe they get rejected for something like who they’re attracted to? I’d never.” She shook her head. “Not in a million years.”
Peter blinked then set his spoon in his bowl. He licked his lips and looked at the cabinets, unable to meet May’s eyes. “I’m—I’m gay.” He cleared his throat, which was tight and trying to choke him. “Yeah, I just wanted you to know—”
“Peter,” she breathed, and then she was up and coming around the table. When he looked at her, there were tears in her eyes, but she was smiling. “Thank you for telling me, honey. That must have been so hard.”
He nodded faintly and felt tears stinging at his eyes. “It really doesn’t make a difference?”
May sat in the chair next to him, cupping his cheek. “Oh, sweetheart, of course not. Am I the first one you’ve told?”
Peter swallowed, dropping his gaze. When he looked back at her, all he saw was understanding. “I wanted to—I mean, I wanted to tell Ben. I planned on it, but I was afraid, and then it was too late.”
A crease formed between her brows. “Were you afraid he wouldn’t accept you?”
He shrugged, keeping his gaze anywhere but her face. “It didn’t feel like he would.”
May sighed, dropping her hand to his shoulder. She sucked in a breath, and Peter chanced a look at her. Her face was a mixture of emotions. Her lips were pursed, and the corners of her mouth downturned.
Finally, she shook her head and looked at him. Her eyes were red-rimmed and glistening with tears. “Ben was a good man, Peter. He might have been set in his ways, but I like to think he wouldn’t have cared. He loved you, Peter. He was proud of everything you did.” She shook her head again. “No, he would have been so proud of you. Don’t ever think he wouldn’t have.”
Peter’s throat ached, burning when he tried to swallow back the emotion that was bubbling up. Tears clung to his lashes, and when he blinked, a droplet broke free and rolled down his cheek. It was a strange mixture of relief and regret. He wished he’d given his uncle the chance to accept him, but he was thankful that he would have.
May thumbed the tear from his cheek and then ran her fingers through his hair. “It’s going to be okay. It must feel good, though, huh? You’re not going through this alone anymore. I’ll be here for whatever you need, just like I would have before you told me. You don’t have to hide.”
Peter wiped his eyes with the heel of his hand. “I love you.”
She pulled Peter into a hug, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “I love you, too, kiddo. I love you so much.”
The next day he saw the Pride pin on her scrubs when she went to work, and a week later, she asked him his type, just in case. Peter just laughed at her meddling. It felt good to be accepted.
MJ and Ned were next to know, and despite May’s hope that he would date Ned, he just didn’t see his friend that way. MJ had given him a nod of approval, and the news seemed to roll right off Ned. He’d simply said, “Huh, yeah, I can see that.” And when Peter asked what that meant, Ned had replied, “Like it wasn’t obvious you were drooling over me.” Peter threw a pillow at his head, and they both broke out in a fit of giggles.
He didn’t broadcast it, but he didn’t hide it either, staying somewhere in between. The only person close to him he hadn’t told was Tony, and that was a problem in of itself. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but like he had with his uncle, Peter feared his reaction more than most, maybe that was testimony to how close they��d become.
Something had to be done, though. It wasn’t that Tony meant to make Peter feel uncomfortable, but he was constantly talking about girls and giving him advice. He’d even taken to razzing Peter about his friendship with MJ and making it out to be more than it was. When Peter would stammer and try to deny it, it just made Tony laugh and push harder next time.
“Pass me the 10mm,” Tony said, wiggling his fingers and not looking up from the project he was working on. It was actually their project, or well, Peter’s. It was for extra credit, which he needed after missing so many classes this year. Spider-Man tended to steal him away at the worst times. If he could finish this robotics project, it would bring his grade up substantially.
Peter passed him the socket and went back to working on the coding. It was going to be a helper bot, not unlike Dum-e and U—just smaller and less skilled. It would be able to pick up dropped items and carry small things. Simple, repetitive tasks were where it would shine. So far, Peter had written most of the code, only needing Tony for a few things. Tony, on the other hand, was working on fine-tuning the bot itself. Sure, Peter should probably be doing it himself, but it wasn’t like the teacher said he couldn’t have help.
The code was done, or at least he thought it was, so he grabbed the cable and walked his laptop over to where Tony was finishing up. Reaching around him, he plugged it into the port on the bot and started uploading the code.
“So,” Tony started as he put away his tools. “How’s things with Scary Spice?”
“Huh?”
“You know, your little crush, MJ.”
Peter’s mouth went a little dry like it tended to when Tony pressed about girls, especially MJ. Even if he was straight, he wasn’t sure MJ would be someone he would date. She was more of a friend. He wouldn’t want to ruin that. But then again, you never know.
“Oh, things are good, but, um, we’re not like that—like dating or anything. We’re just friends.”
“To be young and in love,” Tony said as he got up and wiped the grease from his hands. “I don’t know why you don’t admit it. It’s written all over your face. Every time I mention her, you get flustered. It’s cute.”
“I don’t—it’s not like that, Mr. Stark.”
“See, just like that. I think it’s cute.”
Peter shook his head, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth. He should just say it and put an end to it. But he couldn’t help but be afraid of what could change between them. Tony might not look at him the same way, even if he did accept him. And it wasn’t that Peter logically thought Tony wouldn’t, but he’d be exposing his most vulnerable side, and that scared him. He couldn’t hide forever, though, and he didn’t want to lose his chance like he had with Ben.
“I don’t like her like that—I don’t like any girls like that,” Peter said in a rush of words before he could change his mind.
Tony smirked, head cocking to the side a little. “That’ll change. You just haven’t met the right one yet.”
Peter could feel his hands tremble as he tried to find the courage to make Tony understand. “It’s not—it's not that. I—there isn’t going to be a girl, any girl, ever. I’m pretty sure.” Tony’s brow furrowed, but before he could speak, Peter squeezed his eyes shut and confessed, “I’m gay, like really gay. When I say I don’t like girls, I mean, like, I really don’t. Not like that anyway.”
His heart was beating painfully against his ribs, and a lump was forming in his throat. The tremble in his hands had turned into full-on shakes.
“Hey, hey, kid, breathe,” Tony said, then he registered footsteps moving closer. “Pete, I’m so sorry. I owe you an apology. All this time—I shouldn’t have … What I did wasn’t cool, and I never gave you a chance to explain. I thought you were just shy about girls, but that’s not an excuse. I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” He touched Peter’s arm. “Please look at me.”
Peter swallowed against the rising lump in his throat and chanced a look at Tony. His eyes were understanding, but there was concern too, etched in the deeper lines of his brow. Peter didn’t know what to say. It was overwhelming. He had finally done it. He’d told Tony, and the man hadn’t rejected him like he’d feared.
“It’s not your fault.” Peter’s voice broke over the words. “I should’ve told you sooner.”
Tony shook his head. “I was still an ass, and I’m sorry.”
“So, you’re really okay that, um …"
“That you’re batting for the other team? Kid, you don’t know me at all if you really thought that would bother me. I might lean a little more to the het side of the Kinsey scale, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t dabbled over the years. It would be pretty hypocritical of me to judge.”
“Oh,” Peter said, blinking. Part of him knew Tony would probably be alright with things, but it surprised him that he’d experimented with men. It soothed the last of his fears. “I had no idea you, um, went that way.”
“I took my title of playboy seriously.” Tony winked, and Peter shook his head. “But really, kid, thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. I’m glad we’re there.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“And if you ever need dating advice.” Tony waggled his eyebrows. “I might be a little rusty, but I think I could still help you out. Wait, you and Ned?”
Peter rolled his eyes, feeling calmer. “Just friends, Mr. Stark.”
Tony seemed put out, then brightened. “But there is someone?”
He laughed, shaking his head. “There isn’t anyone yet, but I promise you’ll be one of the first to know.”
Tony nodded, face turning a little more serious. “So, me and you, we’re good. No hard feelings? You promise not to hold my shitty behavior against me? I wouldn’t blame you if you did, though. I deserve it.”
“No, we’re good, and, um, thanks, for being so cool about this.”
“Are you sure you’re not interested in that Ned fella? I kinda like him, and he worships me. I wouldn’t mind him as a son in law.”
Peter laughed, shaking his head. “You’re worse about this than you were MJ.”
“Oh, I’m just getting started.”
Peter grinned. It was comforting in a funny way, knowing that Tony hadn’t changed, he was still his old teasing self, and that was perfectly okay. Peter was content. All the people he loved knew and accepted him, and that felt a whole lot like freedom. He knew how lucky he was, and that was something he would never take for granted.
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Uf FS and MT skelebros find a list of names on their s/o’s desk. It has 52 names, 26 are crossed out. On the top right, there is a word written in Arabic, their s/o’s first language. If the skeleton asks about the list, the s/o will just laugh and grin evilly.
(Oh gosh I’m gonna have SO much fun with this one XD)
Underfell!Sans (Red)
Red was sneaking into your shared room to try and prank you, both of you had been doing an unofficial prank war, and you were winning. He had a few ideas which ranged from moving all the furniture 5 inches to the left, to placing everything upside down, to simply hiding in a closet and jumping out at the right time to scare you.
It took a few minutes of planning, but eventually he settles for wrapping all your furniture in that plastic food wrap thing. Being the lazybones he was, he only placed a single layer of seran wrap over a piece of furniture before moving on. He had gotten the closet, bed, and was moving on to your desk when he saw a random piece of paper on the desk.
Normally, he was all for respecting your personal space on your side of the room and would normally have just put something on it like a paperweight and continued on with his prank, but there was something at the top of the paper that caught his eyes.
The title of the page was written in a font he had never seen before. It was flowy and foreign to him, and he had no idea what to make of it, but his gaze drifted down to see a list of 52 names, 26 of which were scribbled out.
Briefly he joked with himself he fell in love with and married a hitman, but quickly dismissed that idea. He pulled up a non-plastic wrapped chair and began analyzing it, his curiosity pushing him to try and decipher the meaning.
His curiosity ended up getting the better of him when you came home and walked in on him staring intently at the page as he chewed on one of his fingers in thought.
“Reeeeed, what are you doing?” Your voice startled Red out of his focus which resulted in him jumping three feet out of his seat and landing on the floor with a loud CLACK
“b-babe!!” He squeaked, trying to get up and act like nothing happened “h-hi! u-uh, wh-wheeeeen did you get here?” He propped his elbow up on the overturned chair and gave you a loppy grin, hoping to charm you into forgetting what you just saw.
“Just now” You grinned, looking back and forth from Red and the desk “I see you found my list.” You said with a mysterious grin. “uuuhhh, your list?” He repeated, you nodded and skipped over to him, placing a quick peck to his nervously sweating skull and walked out of the room.
“w-well, if you got a list, what’s it for? babe? babe, c’mon, sweetheart don’t leave me clueless!”
As you walked out of the room you gave an evil laugh and placed a hand on your stomach, wondering how long it would take him to figure out that the names were meant to give you ideas for a third member of your family…..
Underfell!Papyrus (Edge)
Edge was going around the house in a frantic cleaning spree while you were out with friends. He had gotten the sudden urge to clean and he’ll be darned if he wasn’t going to answer that urge.
He had successfully cleaned every room in the house except your shared bedroom and was sifting through a pile of papers on one of the bedside dressers when he saw a random piece of paper slip out and fall to the ground.
Picking it up Edge stared curiously at the title, recognizing it to be in your native language of Arabic but having no idea what it actually said. Curiosity peaking, Edge quickly put away the paper pile he was sorting and focused his attention to the piece of paper.
The paper only held the title in Arabic and 52 names with 26 of them crossed out. He briefly considered trying to decipher the letters of Arabic, but then decided it was probably private since you wrote it in your native language and not English.
Folding the paper, Edge placed it in his pocket and just decided he’d ask you about it later. He finished his cleaning and even managed to get dinner started when you had come home.
“I FOUND SOMETHING VERY INTERESTING WHILE I WAS CLEANING TODAY.”
“Oh yeah? What’d you find?”
“I FOUND THIS PIECE OF PAPER ON YOUR SIDE OF THE BEDROOM. MAY I ASK WHAT IT’S FOR?”
“H-HEY, WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING? THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS DOES NOT JOKE ABOUT THINGS LIKE THIS, WHAT’S IT SAY!!!”
You maaayyy need to find a new place to hide your Embarrassing Nicknames list now……
Swapfell!Sans (Razz)
Razz was snooping through your stuff, trying to find one of his shirts you had stolen the other day when he chanced upon this piece of paper with a strange title and a long list of names.
Being the jealous little tsundere bean he is, he bounced straight up to you the moment he saw you “MATE, I DEMAND TO KNOW WHO’S NAMES THESE ARE AND WHY YOU HAVE THEM WRITTEN HERE!!!”
“S-STOP LAUGHING!! WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING? WHAT’S SO FUNNY!!?? ARE THESE NAMES OF ENEMIES YOU HAVE FAILED TO DEFEAT??? THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!! THERE ARE 52 NAMES AND ONLY 26 CROSSED OUT. COME!! I WILL TEACH YOU HOW TO EFFECTIVELY DESTROY MORE ENEMIES WITH THE LEAST AMOUNT OF TROUBLE.”
You should probably tell him soon that those were just names of people you promised to bake some cookies for…….
Swapfell!Papyrus (Mutt)
Mutt had been trying to cling to you while he “slept”, reluctant to let you leave for your work and hadn’t noticed a piece of paper that had fallen out of your bag at the last moment. He actually didn’t even see it until Razz came by and began lecturing Mutt about leaving trash all over the floor.
Mutt, in his half-asleep daze, went to pick up the paper and stared curiously at it. There were 52 names, with 26 crossed out and the title was in a strange font.
Huh, he’d have to ask you about this. But first………..he took out his phone and began trying to decipher your handwriting. He didn’t bother with the title since he had nothing to compare it to, but as he searched the names he got some………….interesting results…..
You came home later that day and you were greeted with Mutt sweeping you off your feet and pressing a long kiss to your lips. “What’s the attention for?” You asked, blushing heavily “Not that I’m complaining.”
Mutt reached into his pocket and pulled out the list “explain.” He said, jealousy seeping into his voice/
You burst out in laughter and had to hide your face in Mutt’s jacket to steady yourself.
How were you going to explain to him that those names were your monster maple syrup dealers!?
Mafiatale!Sans (Colt)
Colt was trying to look for one of the first aid kits that you two had stashed in the bathroom. He was looking for some pain killers (you had gone out for some monster food and he was stuck with a broken arm) when he came across a single piece of paper folded up in the first aid kit.
Curious, Colt took the paper along with the painkillers and headed to the kitchen. After consuming the pills, he turned his attention to the paper. The title was in a foreign language which Colt recognized as your first language Arabic, but the names were in English.
Seeing as he had a few minutes to spare, Colt began trying to deduce who these names were and what they meant to you. He counted 52, 26 of which were crossed out. He figured it was some kind of hit list, which wouldn’t surprise him, considering you were both in the mafia, but what more or less scared him was the blood splots on the paper.
They weren’t very thick, it seemed as if there was only enough blood to be smeared on the paper, the fingerprints standing out against the white page. Colt continued studying the list, hoping to whatever star would listen that these weren’t names of people chasing you.
When you came home you found Colt copying the list down on a separate sheet of paper, trying to copy your handwriting exactly. “Colt, what are you doing?” You asked, dropping some cinnamon bunnies on the counter before rushing over.
“What are these names for and why is there blood?” He asked, presenting the paper he found in the first aid kit.
You fell to the floor laughing.
THAT’S where the list of people you’ve beaten in boxing matches went!!
Mafiatale!Papyrus (Sniper)
You both were gearing up for a job, Sniper was the hitman and you were the distraction. As you were packing the necessary guns and knives, a slip of paper fell out of your vest pocket. “OH, WHAT’S THIS?” Sniper asked, picking it up “S-Sniper wait!”
Sniper looked at the list, the title was in Arabic and there were names listed on it. 52 if he counted right. “WHY ARE THEIR NAMES ON HERE?” He asked, flipping it over to see if there was anything on the back.
Your face flushed bright red as you descended into laughter.
Well, guess this was a good a time as any to tell him you were part time in a gang that fought against abusive spouses/parents.
#mafiatale#swapfell#underfell#mafiatale sans#mafiatale papyrus#swapfell sans#swapfell papyrus#underfell sans#underfell papyrus
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ahhh i love your reactions! thank u for this blog, i really like your character portrayals! how do u think the highest affinity fallout 4 companions would react to somewhat of a crybaby sole survivor? like they don't give up easily, doesn't hinder their abilities or anything like that, but they just have a tendency to tear up with frustration or at sappy things, u feel me?? basically a 2 ounces whoop ass 2 ounces cry baby Sole
Cait: At first, she finds it really annoying, every damn time really? For every little thing? The first few times it happens she kinda stops everything because she’s really confused as to what could have caused tears in the middle of some ruins or a fight or listening to a boring holotape, but as soon as she realizes that the sole survivor is continuing on she kinda just ignores it. She doesn’t understand it for the life of her, but the image of the sole survivor crying as they kick ass is pretty amusing to her, so she figures live and let live.
Curie: She gets pretty startled the first time the sole survivor breaks down into a crying fit for a moment before continuing on as if nothing happened. Her instincts is that something is wrong, there’s something to diagnose here, but all the sole survivor’s checkups seem normal. She switches her thoughts to maybe there is something mental on, and without probing too much tries to get to the bottom of it casually, asking a few things here and there. When the sole survivor realizes she’s trying to figure it out, it makes them tear up and they get a little mad and tell her to not worry about it, its just something that they do. Curie apologizes, but remains curious about it.
Codsworth: He’s dealt with it before, even in a “normal” day to day life the sole survivor would cry about stuff, so he was always used to being handy with a tissue and a nice pat on the back. It’s normal for him at this point, and he treats it as normal, much to the sole survivor’s comfort.
Danse: When he sees the sole survivor crying, he gets really concerned. He stops what he’s doing and goes to them, asking what’s wrong. When they try to tell him not to worry about it, he still continues fretting over them, telling them that he doesn’t like seeing them upset. They think its incredibly sweet, but assure him not to worry. Sometimes when they cry he can’t help but cry too.
Deacon: When he sees them crying, he is a little awkward about it and kinda looks the other way to be polite. Regardless of how close they are, he knows that some things are truly personal, and he assumes the crying is as well, the sole survivor has been though a lot after all. When it persists, he tries to be sensitive about it, but eventually speaks up, doing his best to comfort them and tell them to keep their chin up. They gotta fly under the radar, and crying in public is a way to draw attention. When they explain that its no big deal, he’s still somewhat concerned, but decides the solution is some sunglasses, to hide most of the tears.
Dogmeat: He’s usually pretty good at picking up on their emotional state, but when he notices them crying, he gets a little confused. They’re going about business as usual…. but sad? He follows them around and when they pause he sidles up to them for some pets. Hopefully that will cheer them up.
Hancock: When he sees them crying for the first time he heads over to them, giving them a hug and asking, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, what’s with the waterworks?” He tries to keep things lighthearted, and to make them smile, and he succeeds. Even though the tears, they smile and tell him not to worry, they just get teary. Hancock nods a bit and squeezes them tight, and tells them to cry it out if they need to. He kisses their cheeks where the tears fall.
MacCready: At first he’s very concerned that something’s wrong. He tries not to butt in, but he doesn’t last that long. He goes to them and asks what’s wrong, if there’s anything he can do, if its because of something he did. This is giving him anxiety. The sole survivor smiles and squeezes his shoulder and reassures him, they just cry easy, they say. He’s relieved, and relaxes a bit. “Well, if its ever something you need to talk about, I’m always here.”
Nick: He can’t help but feel protective of them when he sees them cry. He tries to be polite about it, not wanting to make a big deal of it, but once they are more at ease he lets them know he’s always there if they need anything. They thank him but tell him its not a big deal. “Alright then, good to know. Let me know if you if you ever need a hanky, let me know.” He keeps what they said in mind, giving them space when they need it, and being there with a tissue when needed.
Piper: When she sees them crying, her first instinct is to joke and make a sarcastic comment, “There’s a lot of sad stuff out here Blue, I don’t blame ya.” It cheers the sole survivor up, and they totally ham it up, saying how the pile of garbage they are walking by is so tragic. They both laugh, and the sole survivor tells Piper how they just get emotional sometimes, can’t help it. Piper replies with a “No worries, but don’t expect me not to razz ya there.” They both laugh some more.
Preston: The first time he sees them crying, Preston tries to make nothing of it, knowing that they have reason to be emotional, especially with nearly every sight in the Commonwealth bringing back memories. When he notices it happening more often he tries to reach out to them, saying that he understands all the stuff that they have gone though. Wiping their tears, the sole survivor says thanks, sometimes they can’t help but get get weepy, even at the smallest thing. Preston starts asking them about good memories if they have any, which sometimes makes them weepy too, but it at least puts them in a better mood during.
Strong: It takes him a little while for him to notice that the sole survivor cries more than a normal human, he doesn’t have a ton of experience with humans, maybe they are all like that. Finally he gets curious enough to ask, and they tell him they just can’t help it sometimes, and yeah, not everyone is like that. Strong says something about how humans have a lot to cry about, not being as tough a super mutants and all. Every once in a while when he catches them crying he says, “Ah, ah, ah, no need for tears human!” in a funny voice, and that always makes them laugh.
X6-88: He doesn’t make anything of it really. To him the frequency of their tears doesn’t make much sense, but he figures its not really his business, so he carries on as usual. Every so often he’ll get particularly curious about why they are crying and ask, trying his best not to pry too much. He’s not the best at comforting people, but at least he tries. Eventually they just develop enough of a rapport where the sole survivor will cry and he will give them a sympathetic nod or a pat on the shoulder.
BONUS Mason: The sole survivor assumes he would make fun of them for crying, but he’s surprisingly comfortable with it. He catches them tearing up and he encourages them to really let it out. Emotions are natural and it feels so good to let them out. He cries with them, loud and long, letting out howls and generally being very loud. Its somewhat startling, but the sole survivor goes with it, letting out all their emotion. It actually feels really good.
Bonus Maxson: He raises an eyebrow the first time they seem to get overly emotional over something small. He says nothing for a moment, but finally looks at them sternly and tells them to get themselves together. “We have important work to do, I can’t have you emotionally compromised.” This, unfortunately, causes the sole survivor to cry more, and he panics a bit and breaks his tough guy act and comforts them.
#fallout 4#maxson#elder maxson#arthur maxson#mason#x6-88#strong#synth#super mutant#preston garvey#piper wright#nick valentine#hancock#ghoul#dogmeat#danse#paladin danse#maccready#Robert Joseph MacCready#deacon#codsworth#curie#cait#mr. handy
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Numbers and Questions
@ollie-oxen-free @queenofbiscuits @gallifreyan-pal @beckyshecky I CHOOSE YOU (you’re tagged and now you have to do this too) But honestly everyone who sees this is now tagged, go!!!!
So I may have stolen this idea from a thing on FanFiction.net. If you are tagged, randomly assign your 12 favorite characters (I stuck purely to the skeletons) to numbers like this:
Pink (ULP)
Red (UFS)
Sans (UTS)
Lust (ULS)
Ink (IS)
Error (ES)
Stretch (USP)
Papyrus (UTP)
Fell (UFP)
Blue (USS)
Razz (SFS)
Slim (SFP)
And then take the questions that I have below the cut and put in your own answers to them with your new list of characters (it works best if your list is truly random), then tag some new people and post it! (tag me too because I really want to see all of your answers and the characters you pick). (also tumblr totally messed up the formatting but whatever you guys get the idea right) I’m going to also post mine in cosos because why not, but I thought it’d be fun to post here!
If anyone has any more questions they’d like me to answer, feel free to send me an ask (i.e. would 3 and 7 make good friends, what would happen if 11 introduced 10 to a life of crime, etc). The questions I have here are more randomized, copied right from the thing, but I definitely don’t mind more purposeful ones being asked.
(1) and (7) are in a happy relationship until (7) dumps (1) for (9). (1), brokenhearted, goes on one date with (11), has an unhappy breakup with (12), then follows the wise advice of (5) and finds true love with (3).
Pink and Stretch are in a happy relationship until Stretch dumps Pink for Fell. Pink, brokenhearted, goes on one date with Razz, has an unhappy breakup with Slim, then follows the wise advice of Ink and finds true love with Sans.
Sounds like the kind of drama some of ya’ll would love.
If you wrote a Song-fic about Eight, what song would you choose?
(Papyrus) Me Too by Meghan Trainor, probably. That’s gotta be Paps’ theme song.
3 told you that she will soon be getting married to 2. What is your reaction?
(Sans and Red) Either a lot of hand-flapping or a sort of “duh”.
When was the last time you read a fic about Five?
(Ink) It has certainly been a minute. I think I read at least part of Fixing Your Errors by SansyFresh last week? I don’t think I’ve read one about him since.
6 kidnapped you, why is this?
(Error) Probably because he’s fucking insane? Also it’s not like he’s never kidnapped anyone before.
Does anyone on your friends list consider Three hot?
(Sans) I’m gonna go with yes because duh. Nope, not at all, no one I know thinks Sans is at all hot.
If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve fic, what warning would it have?
(Pink, Error, and Slim) Oh fucking Christ almighty… I don’t even want to think about it.
6 is extremely pissed off about something, why is this? And what will you do?
(Error) When is Error not pissed about something, honestly? And I would get the hell out of his way.
Five/Nine or Five/Ten?
(Ink/Fell or Ink/Blue) Ink/Blue because InkBerry is kinda cute but I’ve never even seen anything about Ink/Fell)
You and 9 get trapped in an elevator together. What happens? And who are the other random people with you two?
(Fell) Honestly probably sitting in opposite corners playing on our phones or something. I’m not about to bother someone who could and would shut me up in a not-so-fun way if he was feeling like it.
Would 2 and 6 make a good couple?
(Red and Error) Uh...no? Probably not? I haven’t really thought about it too much but the idea doesn’t appeal to me.
8 confessed to be a part of your family.
(Papyrus) I’m just gonna go with it, honestly. Papyrus probably adopts people all the time.
4 and 5 are having an argument. Why is this?
(Lust and Ink) Knowing Lust, he probably walked up and asked Ink if he could taste the rainbow, and Ink may or may not have threatened to let Error take out his AU.
Is there any such thing as One/Eight fluff?
(Pink and Papyrus) Oh man I hope so, that would be sweet as fuck. Especially since I headcanon Paps as aro/ace so it would be like a brotp thing probably. But I could see Pink being discouraged at his lack of success with the royal harem and Papyrus would make him comfort oatmeal and they’d watch Ferris Bueller or something.
2 writes you a love song, plays it for you, and then kisses you on the cheek.
(Red) CRUSH.EXE HAS CRASHED
What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve kissing?
(Stretch, Red and Slim) Depending on his mood? Either back out slowly, or really loudly go “WOW GUYS ARE U GONNA BONE?!” because he’s an obnoxious motherfucker.
Do you think Four is hot?
(Lust) I don’t think I really have a choice in the matter have you fucking seen him?
7 cooked you dinner.
(Stretch) What the fuck did you put in it, is this a prank?
Suggest a title for Seven/Twelve hurt/comfort fic?
(Stretch and Slim) Uh… Beautiful, it’s True. This question can fuck off.
9 and 1 accidentally get hooked up on a dating website and are forced to go on a date together.
(Fell and Pink) “Accidentally”, huh, Pink?
8 gets angry and starts cussing at 6 very loudly. 7 is watching it all and is interested...but why is this?
(Papyrus, Error, Stretch) Because holy fuck Papyrus is cussing someone out, lemme get the popcorn man.
Do you recall any fics about 9?
(Fell) Oh, y’know, one or two. There’s the occasional UnderFell fic here and there.
You are about to do something that will make you feel very embarrassed. Will 9 comfort you?
(Fell) Awkwardly and in his own way. He doesn’t quite know how to respond to something like that.
Does anyone on your friends list read 3?
(Sans) idk guys, have any of you ever read a fic about Sans? Sans the skeleton? Heard of him? He’s the little nerd that loves astronomy and Red and ketchup?
Would anyone one of your friends list write about Two/Four/Five?
(Red, Lust, Ink) Honestly, Galli would probably write any combination of any of the guys up here. Ollie might if there was a meme involved.
You're lying on the beach peacefully, and then you turn your head to see 1, 2, and 9, by the water wearing speedos.
(Pink, Red, Fell) I’m honestly not even surprised.
It's storming outside and 4 allowed you to stay with her at her place until it blows over. And your reaction to this kind gesture is?
(Lust) My reaction to this kind gesture with definitely no ulterior motives at all? Hmmm…..I’d have to think about it…
Have you read a 6 / 11 fanfic before?
(Error/Razz) Nope and I honestly do not have the inclination?
5 wakes you up in the middle of the night.
(Ink) Dude I’m sure the multiverse can wait until the morning leave me alone.
1 asks to talk to you privately. When you are both alone, he admits to you that he is gay.
(Pink) ….Are you absolutely sure because im not really sure you’re sure that outfit is pretty straight dude and im pretty sure ive never ever seen you fuck another dude before sooooooooo (I wouldn’t actually say that don’t get mad at me)
5 gave you a teddy bear.
(Ink) ...k then????
You and 10 go out for a picnic. Everything is peaceful until 2 crashes it by showing up and inviting you to go hang out at a cafe. Would you go with 2 or stay with 10?
(10-Blue, 2-Red) WELL FUCK. Way to give me an impossible decision???????? I mean of course I’m gonna go with Red but I’m gonna feel really bad about it for like a whole hour!
1 walked in on you while you were showering. What is your reaction?
(Pink) This is the third time this week, dude.
What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?
(Slim, Papyrus) He’d step up and be a good dad and Papyrus would go EXTREME BABY SHOPPING.
You catch 10 looking at questionable material on the internet.
(Blue) I’m not terribly surprised but I am giggling madly every time I look at him or his significant other for like a month afterwards because oh my hell that is so funny to me.
Make up a summary of a 3/10 fanfic.
(Sans/Blue) Blue never expected his first patient to be quite so upbeat and full of jokes, especially when his clipboard was telling him that this patient was on suicide watch. (oh my god what do I have to do to get someone to write this, I need it now????)
All the listed characters get into a very epic and all-out battle. Who will be the last one standing?
Okay first of all fuck yes?? Secondly, it’d be Papyrus. Sans is the most powerful person in the multiverse, especially since Ink and Error would be focusing all of their attention on each other and would then narrow down that power. So Sans would be able to take the rest of them out, but would protect Papyrus more than he protects himself. And if it was left as just the two of them? Sans isn’t about to let himself be the one left.
7 is having relationship problems, 4 tries to help him out but her advice isn't helpful. Your thoughts about this predicament?
(Stretch, Lust) Lust, you can’t just tell everyone to “suck their dick under the table”, that is not a way to solve most problems.
Do any of your friends write or draw Eleven?
(Razz) *Narrows my eyes most especially at Ollie*
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