#freestyle write

[linu-sfrblog]

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

Daniel Wiffen (hero of Ireland) telling the interviewer "I knew I was going to win" after he took the gold in the 800m freestyle, then coming out with his geeky glasses on and sobbing his way through the national anthem is so very James-coded.

[the-soulwhispers]

The fact that music exists, makes life bearably worth living.

[needlepokes]

how to write a diabetic character: CGM edition

is your diabetic character wearing a CGM? do they have to? CGMs these are Continous Glucose Monitors that can detect how much sugar is in your bloodstream.

How are they different than tradtional fingerprick (blood) tests? they take blood sugar readings 24/7, and provide you with how your sugars are doing at all times, rather than just at that moment. This leads to tremendously better control over blood sugar.

The way they work is that they can "sample" your blood sugar by testing your subcutaneous tissue for sugar levels then adjusting that value.

However, they're less accurate than a fingerprick (blood) reading and will often "lag" behind by about 15 minutes.

SO if you have a character who is expereincing low or high blood sugar - they'd get an alarm on their CGM, and then they might take a fingerprick reading to make sure. CGM false alarms DO exist and it can cause some very annoying situations.

A less careful/depressed/struggling/burnt out character might A. not care or "sleep through" alarms B. not double check with a finger prick C. not care that they're wearing a CGM - pump into stuff or just rip it off (although they are very expensive!).

can you mute them? yes, and a character might choose to do this while they're sleeping, having an exam, or if they know they're about to fuck up their blood sugar.

how long do they last? the libre ones last 14 days. the dexcom ones last up to 10 days.

can you shower with them? yes

can you swim with them? yes

can you have sex with them on? yes, and i've read very funny anecdotes from diabetics having to pause during sex because their cgm was beeping

are they expensive? yes! sometimes, they're covered by insurance, but not completely. If a character is in poverty, or do not have insurance, they likely would have to rely solely on fingerpricks.

Who usually uses CGMs? they are very widespread between T1Ds and are increasingly being used by T2Ds as well.

can you share the readings on multiple devices? yes! your character might share their info with their SO, parents, roommates, close friends...etc. It is genuienly one of the most telling signs of a close relationship between people - because those people will see your "mistakes" and decisions.

where do you stick them? the libre ones (circular ones) officially just go on the back of your arm. The dexcom ones can go on just about anywhere that's "soft" - stomach, thighs, back of arm, chest...etc.

does putting them on hurt? sometimes! the way they are installed involves a needle going into the skin then sitting in the subcutaneous tissue. This can sometimes cause some bleeding, and soreness for a few hours.

Often times the process is completely painless, but this is not the case for everyone. A thinner character might struggle to find a place "cushy" enough for a cgm.

can you put them on your own? yes the process is made for one person to stick it on, but i've seen some couples on instagram act all romantic and sappy about applying it together, so that should give you some ideas for your diabetic characters' budding romances ;)

Some CGMs are just naturally faulty, i'd say about 4 sensors is a busted one, and in that case you'll have to replace them - which most companies just do without any hassle.

do they work with insulin pumps? some insulin pumps can work in tangent with CGMs and provide feedback for the user to automatically generate the correct doses of insulin, depending on their current blood sugar.

do they come off easily? depends on who you're asking. some people swear up and down that they never last and have to put on patches, which are admittedly very cute. Weather, clothing, and how clumsy a character is all factor in this. For me personally i just put them on raw and keep them together by sheer willpower.

CGMs can cause anxiety in diabetics. The constant flow of information can easily burnout people, and this can possibly be the case for any diabetic character you might write. Seeing arrows going down or up can be very distressing, especially knowing how painful some of the consequences are. I personally take breaks for both myself and my wallet from using CGMs to avoid burn out.

nonetheless, CGMs are WONDERFUL pieces of technology that have personally made me much happier as a diabetic, freer and a lot more independent.

does your character want their CGM to show? lots of people, including myself don't like revealing their CGMs - but your character might like showing them off!

and lastly - my favorite thing about CGMs - taking them off and having a "naked" shower once a month where i dont have to worry about it coming off. - They look like this:

[kiruamon]

Don't wake me up - AU Introduction

Cooking up another au idea. So first take these sketches and my info dump will follow further below. Also this feels like one of my more darker aus when I look at the amount of angst involved.

Sun

Moon

Y/N

Soooo... I was thinking of an au with dreams as a theme. Sun and Moon being an entity or guardian of dreams. While Sun stands for the good dreams Moon is in care of nightmares.

And into this setting I decided to throw a Y/N who has only very recently gone blind. They had always loved to create art. So to suddenly being unable to see was shattering their whole world. What's making it worse is that they always had been very independent and pride of what they achieved soley on their own. The thought to be dependent of others was something they never had liked.

But now even in their own home they don't feel any longer in control or autonomous. It's a struggle to navigate around. Bumping into furniture. Memorizing the distance from the bed to the door. Not knocking anything from the desk by accident or crawling under it if it does happen and feeling around for their keys without being able to use their vision to find them. It's frustrating and makes them feel like a stranger in their own place that should usually feel safe and familiar. But now it's all: Where did I put my phone? Was the grater in the drawer under the silverware or left from it? Did I grabbed a spoon or a fork? Which of my sweaters am I holding right now? Hopefully not the ugly christmas sweater I got four years ago? Does the shirt even match the rest or are the colors clashing with each other? Everything feels slowed down and like a big pain since things are still so fresh. Even worse that they have to let a stranger into their life to help them out that is supposed to teach them how to slowly cope with their new situation. It doesn't matter much to Y/N that said caretaker isn't human. They want their vision back so badly. And if that's not possible just to be left alone. Feeling overly emotional over the smallest things and then quickly burnt out. Every little thing is just too much. Being so stressed out and all... their only safe place for them is their dreams. It's where they feel the most normality and comfort. To sleep and to dream means for them to be free. To enjoy the colors and shapes of their dream environmental without any restricts that hold them back.

And that's where they meet Sun during one of their dreams. Not thinking too much of the strange encounter at the start. After all, it's just a dream. There could be much weirder things as a tall animatronic that claims himself to be a dream guardian. It's just odd how often they start to met since their first encounter. But Sun's nice. A very friendly and jolly fellow with an optimistic personallity that's kind of delightful. And Y/N finds himself quickly warming up to their new dream friend. Strolling through the dream realm with Sun and having some silly fun adventures without Y/N needing to worry that they could run into something by accident like in reality. But with time passing by Sun is starting to ask questions about Y/N. Questions that feel like hitting to close to home to them. That they don't want to answer. That they do not want to think about. After all they are hiding into their dreams to escape reality. Not to face their problems. Sun means well, but when he starts prying with his questions Y/N gets defensive and at some point snaps at him. And with the negative emotions flowing over their dream starts to shift. Bringing up more of their hidden fears and tinting it to become more of a nightmare.

Y/N finding themself suddenly alone in an eery nightmarish place. Full of dulled and muddled colors. Their surroundings looking close to a multi layer paper cutout full of symbols that represent their fears and worries which they had tried to desperately deny. The place gives them the shivers. Their shouting out for Sun. But he doesn't seem to be anywhere anymore. So they start running. Searching for him just to fall into a pitch-black pit that feels like it grows deeper and deeper with every second they are into it. Heart rate is going through the roof and panic is spiking up. That's when someone pulls them out. But before they can have a look at them the person they wake up from their nightmare. Next time when Y/N is back to sleep Sun is immediately there and telling them how worried he had been about them. Taking them in their arms and apologizing over and over for upsetting them. At the question where he had disappeared to last time he tells Y/N that he had been looking for them as soon as the dream had been shifting. Aside from that he seems a bit reluctant to tell them more about it. But from that day on Y/N finds themself a bit more often faced with nightmares and feeling as if someone was watching them during those times. Which turns out to be true as he spots a hooded figure at the edge of his vision a few times before finally being able to confront them. Feeling already unsettled and in fight or flight mode Y/N settles for the first option when catching Moon sneaking around them once more. Unbeknownst to them that Moon and Sun are practically one and the same entity. Just that Moon is in charge of their body in the realm of nightmares and Sun in the realm of good dreams.

Moon is more annoyed with Y/N's defensive and stubborn attitude as Sun is. But it might also not help that Moon himself is very tight-lipped instead of trying to explain things. So the two aren't off with the best start. And Sun has some explaining to do when he and Y/N meet the next time. Despite this rough start with Moon Y/N will find out that the more grumpy dream guardian is staying close to them whenever they find themself back in a nightmare instead of hiding like before. Giving them a bit closure with their presence and words and helping them to guide them slowly out of their nightmares back into more peaceful dreams where Sun will take over again.

As things progress there comes a time where Y/N will hardly want to get out of bed anymore. Just wanting to sleep. To go back into this world of dreams where they feel free instead of struggling all day without knowing what for. They are at a rough place. And they find themself wishing to stay longer and longer in their dreams with Sun and Moon. The world where they feel whole.

Of course Sun and Moon notice what is going on. The dreams after all depict the things that are going subconsciously and consciously on in Y/N's mind. It's hard for them if the two bring up their blindness. Or that they have to wake up instead of keep dreamig on forever. To start to live their life again. It's a messy time for them all and a lot of ups and downs. But with those confrontations and growing closer to the two guardians Y/N finds themself also becoming more vulnerable and slowly opening up to them. Admitting that they are scared. That they feel useless and like having lost so many things. Not knowing what to do. It takes a lot of time, patience and comfort from Sun and Moon as well as some firm words to slowly convince Y/N to start working on their fears in the real world. Y/N's dreams during this time are very unstable and easily shifting often between good and nightmarish during the course of one night. But they are slowly trying to work things out.

It takes a lot of them to ask the animatronic that had been assigned to take care of them for help. Not only because Y/N feels pretty shitty for having lashed out verbally in the past for a bunch of minor little things that had got them riled up during this time, but also because it's still hard for them to rely on someone this much. But all their conversations with Sun and Moon have teached them that's okay to ask for help. And so they do. Slowly finding their way back into life. Learning how to cope with their blindness. What tools to use to navigate better through their daily life. Learning that's okay to be vulnerable. It's a little surprise to Y/N when they find out that the name of their caretaker is Eclipse. A very patience and kindhearted animatronic. The round head plate with the triangular rays feels all so familiar under their fingers when he allows them to run their hands over them. Eclipse is the one helping Y/N out in their daily life. Cooking together and giving them all kinds of tips and tricks. Guiding them with his directions and gentle voice. He even brings up things like tactile art, sculpting and other things Y/N hadn't thought of before since they had believed they would have to give up on art completely. But slowly there is new hope found. And with each little achievement Y/N will find themself more independent over time. Finding joy in creation again and even some new things. While they always had liked music they also find a new interest in audiobooks. Even though they enjoy it even more when Eclipse will read for them while they sit together on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate in their hands and leant against him. Since Y/N grows more and more fond towards Eclipse to a point where they even found their more cheerful side back. It comes as a shock when Eclipse is telling them someday that he will soon quit his job as their caretaker. Since he feels that Y/N has grown independent enough again for not needing a full-time caretaker anymore. It leaves a bitter taste for Y/N as they had started to grow so used to having the other around and now feeling as if losing Eclipse again. Questioning the fact if they even had been friends or if they had been just another job for him. But at the same moment they start having those insecure thoughts they feel guilty about them. After all Eclipse had done so, so much for them and they don't want to taint their last time with him with acting like an upset or ungrateful child. So Y/N decides to just tell Eclipse how thankful they feel for everything he has done for them and that they wish him the best. Just for Eclipse to chuckle softly and telling them that he doesn't intend to make this their last meeting. He swiftly explains to Y/N that he only wants to quit the job in order to be able to be their friend without it feeling like he is paid to be nice to them.

Aaaalso some side notes to Sun and Moon. While they are like a dream entity or like I call them the guardians of dream it's not like they can do whatever they want in the dream realm. Besides their transformation they can not just wave their hand and change what happens in a dream. Their influence on the dreams is more subtle and depending if they are able to calm down the dreamer. So it's more like their interactions and words with the dreamer will affect the dreamers thoughts and subconcious and that will influence the dream. So if Sun for an example senses Y/N getting upset he will most of the time swiftly change topics and trying to use distraction as a method to keep the dream nice and peaceful. Asking about things Y/N likes and that feel safe to adress. Since Moon is just there when the dreamer is already in a nightmare his method is more about showing support. Staying close to them as some form of protection. He will take Y/N's hand or later on take them in his arms. Brushing over his back and keep talking with them in a calm voice. Letting them vent about their fears while giving some guidance if needed.

So it's all more about their skills in interacting and subtle manipulation via words (in a more healthy way) as having some magical superpowers.

Ooookay, that was a lot. And I hope it's not too confusing to follow my line of thoughts. There will be a second post entry that focuses more on some sketches that I did for this au and that will show some of the things mentioned here.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Third time the charm?

I am back! @spotaus

Look I got the week off and I am sick. there is very little else I am going to do except game, write and watch vods. So here I am again!

Back to filling up the, in my mind, holes in the story so far before we continue on!

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Dust looks at the many books before him as he tries to think of what to get for Nightmare. Nightmare meanwhile is being a good babybones and stays by Horror eating ice cream.

Dust continues to stare at the books. Trying to think back. What did six year olds have to learn at this point anyway? And how far ahead of that is Nightmare?

Dust knows that Nightmare is smarter than the average six year old. That is a given. Dust knows his vocabular and reading skills are also far above average.

Dust just isn't sure how far certain skills and knowledge got reversed for him.

"Still no luck?"

Dust blinks out of his staring and looks up at Horror "What?"

Horror nods to the books, Nightmare easily held in one arm against his shoulder. Nightmare looks even tinier in Horror's hold and Dust already thinks Nightmare is smaller for his age than he should be.

Smarter but smaller.

Dust shrugs and turns back to the shelf he had been searching "Not sure on his skills."

Horror hums and looks at the books himself. Dust turns back to the options and thinks. They are still moving and universe hopping a lot making it impractical to take too many. One or two at most. That way they can at least start with some classes.

Horror turns to him and Dust looks up to show he has his attention. Horror nods towards the shelf "test level?"

Dust shakes his skull "I could but to specific." if he happens to pick a subject Nightmare still knows about it would set Nightmare up for more difficult classes, even while Nightmare may not be ready for all of those.

Horror hums in understanding as he searches the shelf.

Dust turns back again and thinks. They should at least get a math book. Math is after all to train your brain and problem solving skills. Which would be helpful. Probably basic add and substractions. He searches the shelf and picks out the book that looks promising.

Horror looks at the book before nodding and turning back "What else?"

And that is the problem isn't it? Because most subjects are still too complex for Dust's taste to get. history and geography while both would probably interest Nightmare both are very universe depended and just teaching him stuff about a world they may not even stay in would just be a waste of time.

Horror nudges his shoulder and once Dust looks at him he nods towards the english section "He likes poetry."

Dust blinks and nods. Maybe that is fine? He is already for ahead with english anyway. Maybe giving him something to work and read which is familiar and liked by him while they struggle through math together will be good for his motivation? Dust nods to Horror and walks over there.

Dust frowns at all the titles. He knows very little about this kind of stuff. He searches the story and finds a store clerk and walks over to them "Hello."

The person jumps and turns quickly "oh! Hi! I am sorry i didn't notice you... euh... what can i help with?"

Dust nods to the poetry books "Want a book."

The person blinks and nods "okay.... are you looking for a theme? Or a certain writer? A specific age or focus?" they walk towards the right shelf and look back at Dust.

Dust frowns and glances over at Nightmare nad Horror. Nightmare shrugs and hides his face while Horror looks unsure himself. Dust thinks for a moment "Need a book for the babybones. He already has one." Dust can't remember the name or writer of the book.

The clerk smiles and takes out a thin book with easy rhyming "This should be fine!"

Dust takes it and studies it and it doesn't feel the same. he shakes his skull and hands it back "There was a line in the book... of a poem he reads a lot..." and Dust has read a lot to him. "It went something like 'The dark goes deep but it is no end. Because in the night broken things mend. A time to rest and time to heal, it is the moment when we have a meal.'" Dust frowns as he tries to continue "something something... then later 'The night holds and the night protects. hidden away with all its gems. Holding the stars and letting those shine. until...' and that is what i remember from that..." and he waits.

The clerk frowns "That kinda seems like a few writers from the great depression..." they search the shelf and pull out an older looking book. They hand it over and frown "It seems a bit complex for a tiny child though..." and they shoot a smile in Nghtmare's direction. Not that nightmare is looking at any of them.

Dust looks through the book and nods "I think this will work..." it seems more on par of the book that Nightmare has been reading.

They go to the counter and Dust pays for the two books.

Dust and Horror leave the store together. The person says something but Dust isn't paying any attention to them as he checks the math book. the poetry book already in his bag.

Horror looks a bit embarrased and Dust frowns "What is wrong?"

Horror shrugs and rubs his cheek sheepish "Just... the what that person said."

Dust frowns as he glares back at the shop "Something bad?" he can go back and make them pay easily enough-

Horror holds up his one free hand "no no! Nothing like that... just..." and he shrugs as he keeps a tight hold on Nightmare. Seems like Nightmare is getting fussy. meaning either he is tired or hungry and he goes to acting grumpy because that is easier to hide behind than admitting he needs something.

Dust blinks back and nods at Horror "If you are sure-"

"Horror! Dust! Wait up!"

Dust freezes and glares "Oh are you fucking with me." That are the fucking stars. shit. He looks at Horror and sees that Horror made the same conclusion and that Nightmare is frozen in his hold.

They share a look. Dust is holding unto too many things to do the same as he did before and he doubt he can use the same tactic twice to get them out.

They have both been spotted.

Horror looks at Nightmare and clearly gets an idea as he pulls Nightmare back a bit "Stay still and don't move."

Some confusion brekas through the panicked look but Nightmare nods and that is all Horror needed as he lifts his shirt and just puts Ngihtmare under it nad IN his ribcage.

Moments later horror has the shirt on normally again and Nightmare isn't in view at all.

Right. Nightmare is small enough to be hidden like that-

running steps and Blue and Dream stop by them. Blue pants "FInally! Am I happy to see you!"

Dust and Horror share a confused look and Dust frowns "Since when?"

Blue looks a bit sheepish and looks at Dream. Dream looks very uncomfortable as he rubs his hands "I... euh... I was wondering... euh..." he looks around and spots the books Dust is holding "oh! Getting things for your little one?" and he smiles.

Dust nods and only after agreeing he remembers what Cross said last time they came across the Stars.

Dream nods once he realises that Dust isn't going to speak "Right! Yes. That is amazing! I... I see everything is well? How is the little one?"

Blue nods "We realised you never told us the little guy's name..."

Dust knows he is glaring as he speaks slowly "He is doing fine." and he stops there. shooting them a challenging look.

Blue coughs in his hand before looking at Horror "sup!"

Horror however looks many times more annoyed then Dust feels. Probably because Horror right now feels the nervous and anxious magic of Ngihtmare a lot more directly than they feel when they are just holding him. Putting him more on edge.

Blue gives a slow nod and looks away "Right..."

Dust raises a brow "Did you want anything specif or just wanted to waste our time?"

Dream flinches before smiling "I... I did have a request... I was... I was wondering... If you guys could ask Nightmare to meet with me?"

Dust freezes for a moment before his glare gets worse "Why the fuck would we do that? Just so you can lure him into a trap? Hunt him down some more?"

Dream shakes his skull quickly "I just want to talk..." he rubs his arm. "It is... personal."

Horror crosses his arms "I remember this happening once before." Dust nods and glares himself. it had been a whole thing where Dream tried to stage an intervention about Nightmare needing to be better and see that there are other ways to continue on instead of this path of hate he had set on.

The fact Dream had gone it to an adult Nightmare was bad. The fact that they now knew that their tiny babybones boss was in there the whole time just makes it worse.

Drema looks pale and shakes his skull "It isn't liek that! and... I know i shouldnt have done that back then either! I... I didn't have all the facts and information but I need to talk with nightmare about it-"

Killer appears and has his knife right by Dream's chin "Don't bother. You try to go near Boss ever again and we will end you." Killer's voice is low and dangerous. "We haven't been doing shit to your precious multiverse. leave us alone."

Dust watches the standoff when Cross joins his side and looks him and Horror both over worried and anxious. A small whine starts to leave his throat when Dust signs that Horror has Nightmare hidden. making sure to use their personal coded signs for it. Cross relaxes and leans against him as the tension disappears.

Dust looks back at the standoff to see that Dream has backed up, still looking pale and now heartbroken as well. Blue seems to be trying to reason with Killer but you have more luck reasoning with a pig in the mud than trying to get Killer to stop doing what he wants.

Dust raises his voice a tiny bit "We are leaving." the other three nod and Dsut looks at the two Stars "Stop bothering us." this was already the third time they happened to be in the same universe and Dust did not want to make it a fourth.

They quickly leave and once out of sight make a portal somewhere else. They hide away and quickly check on Nightmare. dust watches as Killer coos and nuzzles Nightmare and feels a bit calmer.

It is fine. They will not let anyone get their babybones.

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And the third time the Stars came across the gang and Nightmare! (one of which they didn't fully notice but it still counts!)

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[alllgator-blood]

Emotional support Leshy comfort doodle after some very shitty days:,> we all need some bush boy encouragement in our life.

Don’t forget to hydrate, have a snack and treat yourself!:D

HKDFSDFSAJHF YOU RETURNED SO SOON!

You picked literally the best time to send me encouraging leshy art because IIIIIIIIII am having a complete rollercoaster of emotions in my personal life. I have like a really cool vacation coming up but it's in the middle of my personal life falling apart so I'm very conflicted. BUT IF LESHY THINKS I CAN MAKE IT THROUGH THIS, I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO TRY

I drew shamura giving you their blessing because you said you weren't doing so great, I was actually gonna schedule my ask doodles for tomorrow before I go on my trip but I felt like this one should be answered tonight-

I tried to include the theme of arson in the picture because it made me laugh seeing a cute lil leshy enjoying committing crimes. I hope even if things have been shitty lately, you feel a little better knowing this random internet artist wants things to start looking up for you. I certainly felt better seeing your art pop up in my inbox again so I might as well pass it on!

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Drabble-A-Thon Prompt #12

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: Freestyle!

Contents: Age play, cam boys, live stream, daddy kink, feminization, corruption kink, intoxication kink, Consensual Non-Consent, hand job, cum eating, implied blow job, implied anal sex.

Dabi is already nervous when Tomura has finished setting up the cameras. He knew what he was getting into when he started seeing someone who worked as a cam guy. He wanted him anyway, and if Duster had turned him down when he'd asked him out after seeing him at V time and time again, then he probably would have just been a pathetic simp spending money on his streams trying to get him to degrade him, or really get any attention he could. It was lucky for him that he thought it was cute when one of the bouncers had approached him hesitantly after his shift to ask for his number. He didn't expect Shigaraki to take one look at him, say he wouldn't need that until later, and then be pulled into the center of the room and told to get on his knees. He had bruises for a week from how hard he'd dropped to do exactly what he was told. That was the first time he'd ever done anything at the club, though plenty of his coworkers had been in similar positions during their off hours. He'd cum so hard just from the humiliation alone that Tomura had cooed at him for ages afterward and decided to keep him. 

His personality was just as measured when he was off the clock as when he's working, and he did keep working. Dabi doesn't have a problem with that, he's not the kind of selfish bastard who would want his partner to leave his job just because they started dating. Maybe some of that was because he still watches all of his streams, getting more and more worked up, and when the cameras cut, it means that Tomura gets to use Dabi's body to his heart's content. He'd gotten so hot during Tomura's Halloween stream when he'd been dressed as a demon that he'd accidentally started smoking up their apartment, which the stream thankfully bought as just being a fog machine to enhance the vibes. Tomura had teased him past the point of coherence for that one, but it was more than worth it. 

It was only after a year of dating that he'd asked if Dabi would want to be on stream with him. He's worked with other streamers before, properly fucking subs on camera and usually also cross posting those to a few different amateur porn sites. He just hasn't done that part since they got serious and he collared Dabi. He thinks he has every right to be nervous about this, especially because they're... playing in a way that Dabi hasn't ever shown anyone that he likes before. And of course his lover couldn't do anything halfway. He has his cameras all set up, and hired one of his friends who is a makeup artist to come over to make sure that Dabi was perfect for his debut, while he redecorated his entire filming room. If Dabi didn't know better, he would guess that this wasn't even their apartment anymore.

"Are you ready, firefly?" Tomura asks, ready to start the cameras. 

Dabi is already blushing so badly that the quirk-repression bands at his wrists are doing their best to keep his temperature down. "Yeah, green, Tomura." It had taken him months to go forward with this, and he wants to start to get it done. When they start, it will be okay, it's the anticipation that is killing him. 

He turns on the cameras, starts the stream, and then moves over to the bed. Dabi can see how they look from one of the screens in the corner of his eye. He's wearing a sweet lolita style dress, cupcake shaped, and covered in lace, all pale pink and white. The style is so counter to what he'd expected Tomura to want him in compared to their usual play, his legs completely covered in stockings, and his arms in long sleeves with big ruffled cuffs that leaves him more clothed than he is on a normal day. Tomura promised he would like it when they got into things though, and he lets himself take a breath and then pretend the cameras aren't there. 

"There you are, baby girl," Tomura shuts the door softly to give the cameras something to pick up on before he starts to move towards the bed. He's wearing one of his full suits in a delicious blood red that always makes Dabi hot. 

"You're home, Daddy." His voice trembles a little from his nerves. 

"And I get to stay with you all night, princess. Doesn't that sound nice" 

Dabi does his best not to squirm on the bed. "Yes, Daddy." Tomura comes and perches on the edge of the bed with him.

"What's wrong, baby? Aren't you excited? You always want to spend time together." Dabi never thought that so much of their scening felt like improv before, but now he’s struggling to come up with anything to say as he is left desperately trying to not look at the cameras. Tomura doesn't have that same nervousness though, and he stops undoing his tie so that he can reach a gloved hand out towards him. Dabi takes it gratefully and scoots closer to him on the bed. Tomura pulls him into his side, and presses a kiss to the top of his head. "Is my baby girl growing up so much he doesn't want to spend time with his daddy anymore?" 

Dabi shakes his head, tangling his fingers in his shirt. "I'll always want to spend time with you, Daddy." It earns him another hum and then a second kiss against his hair.

"But you are growing up. Maybe it's time I showed you something special that we can do together." 

Dabi thinks he knows what that means and tries not to look too over-eager. "Really?" 

"Yeah," He's not expecting Tomura to let go of him and reach over to the minifridge instead of starting to touch him. When he pulls out three bottles of soju. He normally doesn't drink with his quirk suppressed, and he normally goes for something harder than this because of that, but he doesn't know how alcohol is going to affect him when he's got it turned off. Besides, it wouldn't keep the illusion if Tomura came back with whiskey, because then he couldn't take off the bottle cap and bring it to Dabi's lips with the gentle encouragement of, "Here, princess. Why don't you try some of this grown-up juice." 

He lets the other tip it into his mouth, taking a little swallow first and pulling away as he swallows. "It's hot, Daddy." 

"It's sweet too, baby. Here, try a little more, I know that you're going to like it." 

Dabi doesn't know if this is working for other people, or if this is just an elaborate fantasy of Tomura's that he wanted to ask him for, but over the course of the next... however long. Dabi ends up sitting in his Daddy's lap, sipping at the soju. He feels floaty and hot, unable to pay attention to anything but how nice it is to be cozy in his lap, and have the little kisses and sweet words murmured against his skin as he keeps giving him bottle after bottle of the sweet drink. He is starting to get hot though as the alcohol makes up for his repressed quirk and he starts to squirm a little in the restrictive clothes. 

"What's wrong, baby girl?" 

"'m getting hot, Daddy." He doesn't think he's ever gotten drunk off of soju before, but he feels it hitting him hard and making his head spin. 

"Okay, baby, why don't I help you cool off?" Daddy shifts him, taking off his shoes and then slipping Dabi's stockings off of his legs. That helps a lot and Dabi settles back against his lap. Tomu also gives him a fresh bottle of the peach flavored drink, so cold against his palms that it feels really nice. "Is that better, sweetheart?" 

He manages a hazy little nod. Everything feels a little distant until Tomura starts to pet along his thighs, tracing his staples and teasing his fingers up the hem of his rumpled skirt. Daddy is barely touching him, but it feels good. "'s nice, Daddy." 

"Good. I want you to feel nice, princess." It earns him another kiss against his temple and Dabi likes that a lot too. "You're getting so much bigger, do you think you're ready to try other things that feel nice?" 

His brain is swimming, but he recognizes that tone, figures out what Tomura means, and is more than ready to get out of these clothes and have his lover's cock deep inside of him. "Okay, Daddy." 

"Don't spill your drink, precious." He warns, and then his hands are moving up Dabi's thighs, higher and higher until his skirt is pooled against his stomach and he's starting to pant as anticipation heats his whole body. Tomura is the only one who's ever seen him like this, but he thinks there must be people watching. They must be seeing him getting hard in the delicate pink panties that his Daddy got for him. "Look at that," Tomu puts his hand over his cock and squeezes him lightly. "Still my little girl everywhere it counts," he purrs. "Your little clit is getting so cute and hard." 

Dabi can't help but mewl with embarrassment. Daddy always likes to call his cock and hole other things when he's being his little girl, but it's so humiliating when he can't pretend not to like it. And he can't hide how much he likes it now because he's getting hard so fast. He doesn't know if he's ever felt this desperate after just a few light touches, but he is feeling dizzy from how badly he needs it, and his panties start to get wet far faster than normal. 

"Daddy--" 

"It's okay, baby girl, I promise I'm going to help you feel so good." Tomura brings his other hand to the bottom of the bottle and makes Dabi bring it back up to his lips. "Finish your juice, princess." He makes him drink the rest of the bottle and Dabi is sure that if he tried to stand he wouldn't be able to get his feet under him. It doesn't matter much to his aching arousal though. He drops the empty bottle on the bed as Tomura sneaks his hand into his underwear and starts to stroke him in all the ways that he knows bring him over the edge quickly. Dabi tries to pull at his wrist to make him slow down, not wanting to embarrass himself even more by cumming so fast on stream, but Tomura's mouth goes against his ear. "Don't fight it, princes. You're going to be a good girl for Daddy, aren't you?" 

Dabi doesn't think he has a choice with how quickly his body gives in to the pleasure that his Daddy is giving him. It only takes a few more strokes for him to forget to pretend. His head is just back against Daddy's shoulder, his hips moving up into his touch, chasing that pleasure again and again until he can't help it, and lets out a loud moan as he cums far too quickly and soaks Tomura's hand and his panties. He's still gasping and trembling when he slips his hand out from his soiled underwear and brings his fingers up to his lips. 

Dabi's face heats even more. "Don't, Daddy-- it's dirty!" 

Tomura licks his spend from his skin and hums softly. "You're sweet, princess, and I like making you so happy. I want to make you happy, sweetheart." He says. Dabi has a hard time focusing through the intoxication and the aftershocks of his orgasm, but he feels like he should have seen it coming when Tomura levels him with a calculating look. "You want to make me happy too, don't you, baby?" 

"Yes, Daddy." 

"That's good," he praises gently, stroking his hair with his clean hand. "Come here, I'll show you how to make me happy." Dabi is glad Tomura mostly moves his body for him because he would not have managed otherwise, but he moves to put him between his legs, palming the clear outline of his cock in his pants, before he opens them up and pulls himself out when Dabi is eye-level to his cock, his mouth already starting to water. "It makes you happy when Daddy gives you kisses, doesn't it?" 

"Uh-huh, like Daddy's kisses." He slurs immediately.

"It would make me very happy if you could give Daddy kisses here." Dabi hesitates because he's not sure how this is supposed to work in this kind of scene, but Tomura takes the lead, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and drawing him in closer. "Give me a kiss, baby girl." 

Dabi lets himself be guided closer and timidly presses a kiss to the tip of his cock. 

"There, Daddy is going to show you how to be a good girl, okay, princess? If you do a good job, then Daddy's going to do one more thing tonight to show how much he loves you. Won't that be nice, sweetheart?" 

"...Okay, Daddy."

"Good girl. Now stick out your tongue, precious." 

Dabi doesn't know how this wasn't on the list of things he thought he would be doing when he asked an adult content creator to date him, but no matter how much he complains about having a hangover for the first time in his life the next morning, the truth is that he knows that he's never going to stop getting hard watching how completely Tomura took him apart throughout the rest of the session. 

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[ghost-inacup]

Would you love me if I was a worm?

You say yes without a thought

I bite my tongue and stop from asking if you would love me as myself

Would you love me tarnished and blemished

With flaws and sins abound

With difficulties and insecurities

And days with madness wrought

Will you love me as myself

Difficult to handle and oh so human in my existence

Or would you like me to be a worm, uncomplicated

[six-white-venus]

[yellowocaballero]

Never read Naruto before but I'm loving that little swirly cunt and the way he inflicts his terrible coping mechanisms onto literally everybody he comes across. A tornado made of wood and a poorly thought out ideology <3

Love this. Huge fan. I'm not sure how accessible this story is to people with no contact with Naruto, but generally if you're confused I am too. I leaned on the Narutopedia a bit for this, and I literally am still guessing why Obito released the Nine Tails. I like to think that it's giving you a delightfully skewed idea of what Naruto is about.

There is literally nothing better than a character with terrible coping mechanisms who makes it everybody else's problem. How characters should be. The best characters are walking situations. His ideology sucks, he sucks, he's my little guy on an absolutely theoretical level and don't you forget it. Thanks for the ask!

[sleepy-penmarks]

tear me up, Times Square. flash bedsheets above my head my lips on 7AM second coffee cut me open, stitch your slogans in

tear me up, Times Square. hand me what i flat-ironed away this morning and folded away on sunday night now flashing, packaged by my head neatly too shriveled to return 

tear me up, Times Square. show me the procession snag the folds that drained my breakfast money and smudge me in onwards, onwards

tear me up, Times Square. wrench everything from my hands if it means i can lift them towards that sky

tear me up, Times Square. give me a moment of God’s View then shoulder me away.

a/n -- thank you to mo for inspiration

[the-soulwhispers]

I am well aware of the reality but it doesn’t least a bit stop me from creating the delusional world in my mind.

[tealfruit]

anytime I try to listen to rap/hip-hop that matches my tastes, Spotify serves me up white people so I'm trying to go out of my way to find black artists I enjoy (cuz tbh I'm not big into the genre as a whole, a lot of it isn't to my taste, but ik there's some stuff out there I DO rly like and I KNOW it ain't all by white people) and like. my algorithm is so skewed that Spotify is unironically trying to throw Fall Out Boy into the queue between Lil Nas X and Kendrick Lamar

[ausetkmt]

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[a-had-matter]

there's something a little off about me there's something a bit wrong with me I don't know what to do as you can see and don't know what to choose i'm falling i'm flailing cause i can't swim and i'm failing cause i don't win and i'm trying though honestly i'm not and i'm ok (yes i am)  (no youre not) and i know that him and me can never be cause i'm much too close to the edge of insane-insanity and i walk and walk and talk and talk and i act and lie like i'm fine that i'm fine cause i'm fine and nothing hurts and it's cold and i feel worse but i don't know what i should know and i can't do what i should be able to cause there's something a little off about me something a little wrong with me but i don't know what it could possibly be