#genuinely always sends me on a blocking spree

[delilah-briarwood]

Yet another yearly reminder than ‘Wake Me Up When September Ends’ is a song about Billie Joe Armstrong’s grief after his father died. The jokes about it are overdone, disrespectful, and Billie Joe himself has said they make him uncomfortable.

[bbugyu]

no one could be prouder or more pleased to be by your side.

classic | epilogue

2.9k | joshua x afab enby!reader, fluff, humor, swearing, eating, josh is the literal sweetest human alive

this is a quick one! i've actually had this written for about a year LMAO but i never posted for some reason 🤕 anyhow, i threw together a title card and cleaned it up a bit to post as a thank you for 1500 followers! i seriously can't believe so many of you find me worthy of a follow, and i genuinely appreciate it so much. thank you! thank you thank you thank you!!!!!! also yes i pulled the name from THE 00s romcom of all time starring ryan reynolds and sandra bullock and YES i used a joshua picture from canada because that movie is set in alaska (it's as close as i could get without using the gum wall pics ok)

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sometimes, days were just bad. there was no real cause, and nothing to be done about it, but sometimes small things piled up in ways that you couldn't stop thinking about. you stubbed your toe on the dresser first thing in the morning after not sleeping particularly well or long. your subway car was more crowded than you liked, and when you stopped at a cafe to get a coffee a block away from the studio, you realized you had forgotten the memory card for your camera and had to resort to filming on your phone instead. you only worked at maji studio once a week these days, and you were always excited to spend some time with yunhyeong, but he hadn't been able to make it in because his sister and her wife dropped in for a surprise visit, so you didn't even get to see him. it was slightly too hot for spring and you could feel it under your arms. the pollen count was too high and you could feel it in your nose. your shoes were too new to be fully broken in and you could feel it in your achilles.

all this, and one of your best friends had just gotten engaged.

it went without question that you were extremely happy for the couple, and absurdly excited to celebrate with them, but krys had asked her half-brother to be her "maid" of honor (leaving you relieved, karol indignant, and sending joshua into a manic and panicked research spree), and asked you to make the cake. she had shown you pictures of things she liked, you knew her color scheme, and you had spent the last four years getting to know her tastes, so all in all, she was going to be the easiest client you had ever worked with. however - and you would never let her know in fear that she would retract the responsibility - the added baking you had to do for the cake tasting appointment you scheduled with her put just enough on your plate to have a looming stress over your entire week. 

a recipe for disaster, as it were. and when you dropped your lunch leftovers on the sidewalk outside the loft, the pad see ew and swimming rama that you had ordered in an attempt to brighten your mood splattering over the concrete like a crime scene, you just let out a groan in frustration and planted your palms over your face.

"well, diaz-" you slid your hands down to view the source of the familiar voice, joshua walking up to you from where you saw his car parked down the street and studying the food, hands on his hips to imitate the tv detective from one of your favorite sitcoms. "looks like we got a homicide on our hands."

"fuck today," you whined, your foot stomping against the concrete in that cutesy way you only did around him, and he caught the glimmer of tears in your eyes, immediately dropping the joke.

"aw, baby," he cooed, stepping over the food and gathering you in his arms. "don't cry over spilled thai."

you choked out a laugh as you settled into the hug, sniffling and willing the tears back into your ducts. "i'm not crying."

"you okay?" joshua asked, hand rubbing up and down your back, effectively wiping away your stress with his touch. "do you wanna talk about it?"

you buried your face in his neck, fully succumbing to the embrace despite the fact that you were standing outside, and you had a pretty strict aversion to indulging in intimacy in public places. it felt too nice to let go, joshua's warmth and comfort a welcomed juxtaposition to your awful mood. you sighed. "wouldn't even know where to start."

he breathed out a laugh, squeezing you. "long day?"

"really long."

he pulled away slightly to waggle his eyebrows at you, and you laughed, swatting at his chest. he nodded at the door of your apartment building. "you go wash up. i'll deal with the crime scene."

you pouted at him. "are you sure?"

"of course," he said, letting you start towards the door despite holding onto his arms. "best boyfriend ever. don't you forget it."

you tried to hide a smile. "only because seokmin's a fiancé now."

he pointed at the door. "shut up and get inside before i change my mind."

you giggled at him, making him break and smile at you, but you took the instructions nonetheless, after planting a kiss on his cheek.

the shower felt like therapy, scalding water stripping your skin of grime and your brain of pressure. you took a little longer than normal, water dripping down your face from where it was spraying against the back of your head and neck, letting the incessant noise of it make your mind go blank. after your moment of meditation, you shut off the water and went to find something comfy to wear, but joshua intercepted you at the bathroom door.

"hey," he said, a gentle smile on his lips. "do you wanna go get something good for dinner?"

you blinked at him, towel wrapped around you. "like what?"

"well, i was thinking," he started, letting you step past him into the bedroom to begin digging through the closet. "you were telling me about that high end beef place in gangnam the other day-"

"woo tender?" you asked, eyes big. "isn't that a little fancy for a wednesday?"

he pointed at you. "i knew you'd say that. but i looked into it, and turns out they give free dessert if you get engaged during dinner."

you stared at him for a second, thinking about how you had told him in the past that if he even tried to ask you to marry him before year five you would break up with him, and the further caveat that if he tried to propose in public you would say no on principle. "joshua."

"not for real," he said, making a face like you were insane for even thinking he would suggest it. "i just thought you might like today more if we could put on the 'can't wait for marriage' act to get free food."

you pushed our lips to one side of your face, fiddling with your towel and giving him one of those looks that he could never look away from. "that actually sounds really fun."

he made a fist in victory, backing towards the door. "pick out something nice to wear, i'll match you. i have to make sure they have a table real fast. you don't happen to have a ring, do you?"

you looked over to the dresser, where a tray of jewelry sat. "yours wouldn't fit any of my fingers, huh?"

"well, it's only the one finger that matters," joshua pointed out, eyebrows raised, and you giggled at him. "it's fine, we can find a shitty one on the way."

that made you laugh out loud. "so romantic," you said, shoulder popping up to your chin sassily.

"only the best for you," he winked, finger gun being the last thing you saw as he left.

the statement was repeated later, joshua's tone facetious and teasing as he shoved coins into a gacha machine in your local mall, the pair of you being massively overdressed to be betting on which squishy gudetama your spare change was going to gift you. you wanted the rolled omelet - of course, who wouldn't? - but that was exactly why joshua was positive you would never get it. you had already placed the almost convincing ring that had popped out of the previous machine on your finger, it's greatest giveaway being the plastic seam you could feel between your knuckles, but glittered vaguely in the light in a way that you were sure emulated a real stone. if you kept moving, no one would be able to notice that the silver had no depth to it.

joshua sucked his lips between his teeth, exerting much more effort on the reusable capsule than one would think it needed. he huffed when it popped open, displaying the contents as you both peeked in.

"oh my god!" you giggled, immediately picking the little rolled omelet out of the capsule and tearing open the plastic packaging. "gudetamagoyaki!"

joshua stared at you. "that's insane. i've watched seokmin pull eight of the steamed egg squishes out of this exact machine."

you thought for a second. "well, yeah. we're each others' good luck charm."

he laughed, an endeared light in his eyes as he watched you gesture between the two of you. he put the capsule in the provided bin on top of the machines and fell into step beside you as you left the gacha arcade. "please elaborate."

"your promotion," you said immediately, hooking your arm under his as he took the inanimate animated egg from you to squish between his fingers. "you got the editor position because you came back for a proper kiss."

he turned his head to you, and there was a laugh just threatening to burst from his lips at the sight of your proud face. "right, nothing to do with my years of dedicated work, aggressive networking, and sheer ambition. not like i went to college for this exact reason or whatever."

"exactly," you agreed, as if he had just stated that the sky was blue, displaying your ringed finger in front of you as you exited the mall and headed towards the car. "and you were my first viral video."

joshua's head cocked as he stared at your hand. "now that's true."

you looked over to him. "so was the other one."

he smiled at you. "right."

you looked back at the ring. "this is so goofy."

he laughed as you pulled it off your finger, putting it in his outstretched palm as he led you across the parking lot. "it only has to be convincing for half an hour."

you chewed your cheek, spotting joshua's car right where the two of you had left it. "and i have to say yes to get the dessert?"

joshua rolled his eyes dramatically. "alright, you can walk home."

"i'm kidding!" you laughed, tugging on his arm, and he let a sly smile sneak through his annoyed facade, hand fishing in the pocket of his pants to unlock the car. "i won't be able to say no when you ask me for real, so i might not get the chance again."

a smirk stretched across his face as he pulled open the passenger door. "you act like we won't absolutely pull this scam again."

you laughed, telling him he was so right, and rewarding his chivalry with a quick kiss on his upturned lips before dropping into the car.

joshua's hand always found you. it wasn't even a conscious action for him anymore, you were pretty sure - a habit at this point, a natural proclivity to brushing his fingers over the small of your back to prompt you to distractedly step up in line at a café, or rubbing his thumbs into your shoulders when he checked on you while you edited on the weekends. today, his hand slid over your thigh as soon as he had navigated back to a main road, a sign that he had settled into the drive. he peeked over at you when you put your palm over his hand, squeezing at his fingers, and he squeezed your thigh back when you gave him a tiny smile.

"feel any better?" he asked, checking his side mirror quickly as he merged.

you let out a breath. "a lot better. thank you for this."

"i'm being selfish," he said quickly, making you sputter out a laugh that got him to join you. "have you seen their sweets platter? i need to eat those donuts." 

and while the dessert was the purpose of visiting gangnam on this particular wednesday, everything else about the meal was just as beautiful and delicious as you hoped it would be. you felt ridiculous, absolutely, spending way too much money for a gourmet meal on a random week night just for the idea of a free dessert, but perhaps that inside joke was part of what made the evening so fun. being able to make quick eye contact that only had meaning between the two of you, stifling a giggle that made him smile and clear his throat. the plates you had been sharing were almost empty, signifying a nearing end to your stay in gangnam and the question you had been waiting for all night.

"here," joshua said, pushing the entree plate towards you lightly. "the steak was good, you eat the last of it."

you pouted at him. "are you sure? you can have it."

he shook his head at you. "saving space," he said, hand on his stomach and giving you a subtle wink. you giggled and picked up your fork to make the last perfect bite. he watched you stab the last bit of greens and meat, scooping up as much of the sauce as you could before depositing the whole affair in your mouth, and he grinned when you made a noise of enjoyment. "it looks tastier when you eat, anyways."

"this is why i like eating with you," you said after you swallowed, fully savoring the rich sauce and tender meat. "usually i'm the one making other people take the last bite."

he gave you a look - the look, you realized, the one he gave you when he was about to say something brain meltingly cheesy that would always make you giggle and hit him playfully. your name dripped with honey, a sweet song from his lips, and despite knowing exactly what was coming, having already rehearsed your parts of the act in your head before getting seated, you couldn't help but feel slightly caught off guard, heart racing when his hand reached for you across the table and when his eyes met yours. "can you promise to share meals with me for the rest of our lives?"

you blinked helplessly at him, his smile widening at how shell shocked you looked. he slid off his chair, hand still holding yours as he gently got down on one knee beside your table. "joshua, what are you-"

"darling," he interrupted, eyebrows raised playfully at you, one hand reaching back to fish the trinket out of his sports coat's pocket. "i'll always let you have the last bite, so," he paused a second, looking up at you, and you could have sworn there was something genuine behind the almost awe struck chuckle that fell from his curved lips. "do me the honor of staying by my side."

your breath caught, and if you didn't feel the eyes of neighboring tables on you, you probably would have smacked the shit out of him for flustering you like that in public. but you fancied yourself an actor, so instead, you pushed your palm to your face as you conjured tears to your waterline. you even let yourself get caught up in the magic of the moment as he pulled the ring forward, the dim lighting of the restaurant making it even more believable than you had expected, your eyes flashing between it and joshua. you started to nod, small at first, then firmer when you finally laughed out a yes.

people were clapping, you were pretty sure, when joshua scraped the plastic ring onto your finger, grinning wide as you both stood, his arms naturally running up your body and catching you in the kind of hug that could make your knees go weak. and even though you had an innate distaste for the relationship checkpoints society projected on romance, and even though joshua had agreed instantly that he didn't think you were the kind of couple that needed a ring and a piece of paper to prove that they love each other, and even though this was all just a scam to get free dessert, you still broke your rule about public affection. your fingers combed through the hair on the back of his head, and you pulled away from the hug just enough to kiss him.

joshua seemed shocked for just a second by your vigor, and if he commented on it later you would absolutely tell him it was just for the performance, but he sunk into your lips, his hand running over your waist. 

he hummed when you pulled away. "that steak sauce was really good."

"gross, joshua," you laughed, gently pushing him back to his seat with a cheesy grin on his face.

it took less than three minutes for the prophesied dessert platter to arrive, complete with chocolate writing that congratulated you on your (fake) engagement and an assurance that it was on the house from the waitress - though joshua was more interested in the donuts than the sentiment. he immediately swiped the pastry through the chocolate ganache script for the flavor benefit, and for just a moment, a sweet thought floated through your head as his entire face dropped in shock before he solemnly told you they were absolutely insane. you giggled before selecting one yourself, swiping it similarly through the ganache, and though you would never say it out loud, there was no one on the planet you would rather devote the rest of your sweet thoughts to.

even if the engagement was a scam.

[touyasdoll]

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[decennia]

Yo, it sucks that you're getting nonny hate I'm sorry that's happening. If a message like this is not alright please delete, but I am someone who has been friends with Maddie in the past and also defended them. I have experienced this kind of thing, with similarities between characters, but always believed them when reasons were given. I don't know really what to do, because I have enjoyed this friendship with them for so long I feel like a betrayer if I speak out or confront them about it.

kinda sus how after i do a mass culling of certain people during my blocking spree that all the hate anons stopped 🤔 yet my friends who just rbed my post and didn't block those people are receiving tons of anons. just seems a little ✨️weird✨️ if you ask me

listen, bby, if the explanations maddie gave you were anything like the ones they gave me? i'm sorry to say but you did this to yourself 😭💔 they were complete and utter bullshit (receipts privately available upon dm if you're interested). genuinely. and that was my final straw. i wasn't about to be lied to about this. i tried hearing them out, but it all sounded hella suspicious.

i also really enjoyed the friendship, always had fun with the crossovers. YOU are not the one in the wrong. plagiarism is very serious in a community based on creative works. YOU are not the betrayer, you were betrayed. you trusted that, as a friend, they would not steal from you, or lie to you. they betrayed that trust. they betrayed mine. and then had the sheer audacity to lie about it, too.

this isn't what icks me out the most, though. what really got under my skin and made my stomach roil was the fact that, under a completely different blog and alias, they contacted me as if they were a stranger, asking for potential crossovers; all while i was speaking to them on their main blog. i have received criticism for essentially "doxxing" them on a blog they supposedly "made to shelter themselves from the hate they get on their main."

i believe that was the reason for the creation of ocfanhub & codenamekryptonite at first. genuinely, i do. but why interact with your main blog then? why engage in the blog that you received all this supposed hate on? why interact with yourself as if you are completely different people, asking yourself questions, making yourself crossovers and edits? interact with your already established friends as if they were strangers? it doesn't make any fucking sense:

and the fact that, during a giveaway, when given the opportunity to nominate another blog for a gift, they nominated themselves under the guise of "sending good vibes to another creator." especially since the giveaway has a request limit? they literally lied to receive more gifts, and it's not okay.

not to mention having their friends gaslight people or other creators into thinking someone is insane for even entertaining the idea that maddie and veronica were the same person. i have trust issues to begin with. this? is a total violation of the trust i gave them and their friend, and i don't think i am in the correct capacity to trust so freely again on this site. which is sad, because i love meeting new people and cultivating creative based friendships.

[ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes]

Hi love. I hope you get this one lmao. Can you pls write a Tommy Shelby x Reader where the Reader gets married to Tommy as an arranged marriage as she is a leader of a gang herself? I want it to be something on the lines of how they end up talking all night to each other on their wedding night, sharing their deepest, darkest secrets and they make a pact to each of staying loyal as long as they are married to each other? Here they don't love each other yet.

            "So, how did you two meet?"

            You and Tommy looked at each other. "I suppose it's a long story."

           ~~

            You weren't lying to your sister. It was, indeed, a long story. It started in your club. The one you'd worked tirelessly to acquire. Sure you ran illegal business out of said club, but that wasn't anyone else's business but your own. Being a woman was tough enough in society, but in the underworld, it was damn near impossible.

            So you did your best to keep a strong reputation and keep strong, loyal people around you. It worked for a while. A few years, at least. But as you gained a profit, the sharks began to circle and close in on you.

            You suppose you were just lucky that Tommy Shelby managed to get to you first.

                       It was a normal night. You were in the club, making sure things were running smoothly and schmoozing with the clientele. It was a credit to your personality. Charisma got you close friends and people who enjoyed your company. Stubbornness allowed you to be tough on the people who weren't trying to be friends with you. You garnered a reputation of being a fun person to hang around. But people were wise to stay on your good side. Otherwise, there would be consequences.

            Like there were for the man who groped you learned the same night you met Tommy. The second you felt the man's hand, you grabbed his wrist and twisted it so hard, he was on his knees begging for mercy.

            When you looked up from your would-be attacker, you found a well-dressed man with a cigarette in hand watching.

            "Miss y/n/l, I'm guessing."

            You let go of the groper's wrist. "If you'll give me a second, I need to take care of business." You replied before landing a sharp kick to the groper's side. "Get him the fuck out of here." You alerted your security guard who had come over when he heard a commotion. "He ever steps into my club again, I'll bury him under the floorboards."

            "Yes, Miss y/l/n."

            You finished your drink on the table. "So, who are you?"

            "Thomas Shelby. I'm here to make you an offer."

 ~~~

            "Oh, you met at the club, how romantic." Your sister clapped her hands together in glee. Of course, you hadn't told her everything. Your younger sister was the only family member you had left and you kept her out of any illegal business. All she knew was you made money, earning her shopping sprees and trips to Paris and Rome.

            "Yeah...romantic."

            Tommy side-eyed you. It wasn't romantic. Not at first.

 ~~~

            "You think you can walk into my club and try to buy it off of me?" You scoffed. "You think you're the only person to ever try that?"

            Tommy shrugged. "Running a club on your own, not very feasible is it? What would you do if something happened? Who would you turn to? You've no parents."     

            You narrowed your eyes at him. Of course, if you'd known he was coming, you would've dug up some dirt on him too. But you just had to roll with the punches much like everything else in life. "I assure you, Mr. Shelby, I'm not alone."

            "The Tigress Club three blocks down."                       

            The mere mention of the name was enough to put a scowl on your face. The owner always giving you a hard time, disrupting business, and the worst of all, sneering at you and calling you 'little girl'. "What about it?"

            "From what I know, they're a thorn in your side," Tommy replied coolly.

            "They have been, what's that to you?"

            "My brothers aren't here for a reason. They're three blocks away, taking the Tigress Club."

            You furrowed your brow. "Taking it? Like they're just walking in and taking it? Are you serious?" You laughed. "That's absolutely mad."

            "The club is yours if you enter an agreement with me."

            A rush went to your head. Owning the Tigress? After all that hell you went through to keep the owner from taking over your business? What an absolute joy. But you weren't going to just agree to anything. "What sort of agreement?"

            "A marriage."

            You stared at the man who you'd only just met. "Pardon?" You blinked, wondering if you'd heard him right or if he was just using some sort of slang that you weren't familiar with. But he seemed too serious to use slang and you were certain you'd heard the word correctly. "Marriage? With you?"

            He nodded as if he were only asking for a cigarette.

            "Wh-so you-I marry you and you give me ownership of a club? Why would I agree to that?" You were utterly flustered. Some handsome stranger had really walked in, offered you a gift of a club, and then proposed marriage out of the blue. You felt as if you were in some sort of fever dream.

            "It'll be mutually beneficial. You get the club, as well as other ownerships. I'll be able to aid in your smuggling operation."

            "So, what? You're looking for control over this area of London or something? If you're able to just walk into clubs and take them, then why not just do that? Or why don't we just sign a contract?" You thought marriage seemed to be a few steps past what was the norm.

            "Because I've had allies before who have turned into enemies. I'm not wasting any more time with people I can't trust." Tommy answered. And he appeared genuinely serious about the matter.

            You studied his expression for a bit before crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back in your leather desk chair. "Uh-huh. I think I've just figured you out, Mr. Shelby." You reported.

            He didn't seem fazed and only nodded in amusement. "You think?"

            "I leave people talking about me, I know that. Word must've gotten to you about a woman running her own club in a favorable part of London. A part you want to be in control of. But you also know about the Tigress. Run by someone else who is capable albeit a total pain in the arse. So who do you approach and who do you send your brothers after?"

            He raised an eyebrow. "Is there a problem with that?"

            "I think you made the right choice. But girls like to be courted a bit before they're proposed to. And I also like reading a contract before I agree to anything. So why don't you make some effort then come back and we'll talk again."

 ~~~

            "So sweet, you knew you wanted to marry her the first time you met?" Your sister practically swooned at the ideal situation you two were conjuring up.

            "Er, well yes," Tommy answered because technically it wasn't a lie.

            "But he had to prove himself." You sent him a subtle smirk.

~~~ 

            He did. He visited twice a week, every week for the next three months. He brought legal contracts about the Tigress, now under his ownership, as he said. In return, you gave him a prenuptial agreement.

            The hilarity of it all was not lost on you. But after your first meeting with Tommy, you sat up all night wondering what you should do with the offer. Sometimes having the reputation you did didn't lead to a very successful love life. Men were either intimidated by your power or afraid of ever pissing you off. Maybe this was your last chance at ever finding someone. Not to mention, it was someone who understood the work you did, understood the sacrifices you made, and damn it if he wasn't nice to look at. Beyond your shallow thoughts, you found him to be more respectable than most men in your line of work. He didn't treat you like a toy, an object, or a joke. He didn't think it was cute that you were trying to own a club. Didn't patronize you.

            When everything was settled with business, you agreed to the marriage. At some points in your agreement, you wondered if you'd gone crazy. Wondered what possessed you to make such an arrangement. But on the other hand, you knew that your life was far from typical. You enjoyed the unorthodox, you weren't going to be some wife sitting at home tending to the children. But you didn't want to end up alone either. You figured Tommy was a good medium.

 ~~~

            "Well, that's such a nice story. I'm so glad y/n has finally found the one." Your sister roped you into a tight hug.

            "I know." You forced a smile, feeling majorly uncomfortable with all the lies you just told her. But as long as she assumed the best in you, she lived a happy existence. That's all you ever wanted for her.

 ~~~

            From there, your sister coordinated with the Shelby family to put the wedding together. The closer the date got, the more nervous you became. Sure you'd gotten to know Tommy, but on a very shallow level. It was hard to know him better when you were both so busy with regular work on top of planning a wedding.

            When the day came, you oddly woke up with a sense of peace. Your stomach wasn't in knots, your palms were sweaty, and you didn't have the overwhelming urge to run. That peace maintained all the way to the altar. Maybe it was just a sign that it was meant to be.

            When Tommy lifted the veil from your face, you found yourself staring back at the blue eyes that had been sneaking into your dreams the last few nights. For a moment, you forgot to breathe. Was this really the man you were marrying? It was hard to trace back how you'd gotten there, but in that briefest of moments, before the preacher began to speak, you felt so happy. It was strange happiness, a happiness that you wondered if was valid or not. But at the end of the ceremony, you realized happiness was happiness. You were getting what you wanted. And if the bonus addition was falling in love, then you were ready for that.

 ~~~

            Later on in the reception, you excused yourself to find Tommy. He was outside in the garden smoking a cigarette.

            It was still hard to believe the house you now lived with him. Having a flat in London to now living in an estate with acres of open land. But there were a lot of things you had to get used to.

            You sat down next to Tommy and he offered you a cigarette. You stuck it between your lips and leaned forward so he could light it for you.

            "Tired of my family yet?" Tommy asked with a small smile.

            "No, they're lovely." You replied after a drag. "I think we'll get along well. They know how to party."

            He chuckled. "That they do." He agreed.

            You both looked out into the night, watching the sky fade to black. Some fireflies danced across the lawn, almost blinking to the sounds around them. Night birds and the rustle of wind in the trees.

            "My parents used to bring my sister and me out to the countryside every summer." You remembered. The scent of clean air brought out memories that you hadn't unearthed in years. "Not in a house like this." You laughed. "Just a little cottage."

            "We were always on the road in the summer," Tommy said. "There was nothing better than camping outside and just..." He shrugged and shook his head. "Getting away from all that shit in the city."

            "You lose touch of a lot of things." You agreed.

            Silence fell over you again. Then, Tommy stubbed his cigarette out on the gravel. "What was your favorite game to play as a kid?" He asked.

            You smiled. "Oh, I'm not sure I mean...we jumped rope. I was pretty good at that."

            He rolled his eyes. "God, Ada would always make us spin the rope for her, it was exhausting."

            "That's sweet, what a good older brother." You cooed.

            "I swear sometimes I still have shoulder aches from that." He muttered.

            "I'm pretty sure you got more injuries from riding horses than spinning rope." You teased.

            "Well...I suppose."

            "What was your first horse?"

            There wasn't even a time for hesitation because Tommy knew it all by heart. "First one I rode was Hank. Little Welsh pony." He held his hand up. "Maybe twelve hands, if that. Stubborn little git. Dumped me off so many times."          

            You smiled and moved closer to him so you could rest your head on his shoulder. "Tell me more." You requested.

            Tommy paused and you could almost feel him looking at you, trying to decipher the gesture. But he didn't say anything. He only wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "First one I officially owned...I guess that was Gus. He was a Morgan, well built. Best connection I've had with a horse..."

            Both of you forgot there was even a party going on in the house behind you. You were too busy talking. You talked the entire night without a long pause. That same peaceful feeling overcame you. An indication that you were in the right place.

[bastardsunlight]

//Aight I’ve been… off lately, I recognize this. My activity has been a little, what’s the word, erratic and overwhelmingly spicy. I’ve been thinkin’ about it a SHITLOAD and honestly I’m not sure where the fuck the disconnect is. Read on if you … don’t mind a li’l bitchin’.

I am pro-ship.

Full stop.

If it’s fictional, I don’t give a fuck. That does not mean I indulge/engage in the shipping of the thing, but if it ain’t real, I’m NOT getting on anyone about it. I’m just not. I’m way too fucking old. You fuckers don’t even fucking know—holy shit I own a fucking house, I’ve got a job, I pay taxes, bills, mortgage… I literally do NOT have time for this… whatever the fuck horseshit is happening here.

I WILL SHIP WHAT I WANT. I WILL ENJOY WHAT I WANT. YOU HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH IT.

If that don’t suit ya, that’s a drag. Thank you, Alice Cooper, for those inspiring words.

My preferences or lack of them are in my rules. Always have been. If you missed it, that’s on you. Block me. Leave. Scoot. Vamoose. Don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya. Your issues and preferences are very much not mine.

Harassing people over a fictional ship is ship hate. I don’t give a fuck if it’s incest, toxic, age gap, whatever the hell makes you people mad these days. Stop ruining shit for people. It’s fucking fictional. That you’ve prioritized your preferences relative to fictional characters over the mental health and livelihood of others tells me all I need to fucking know.

You out there, if you’re scared of toxic fandom horseshit—come here. You are safe. I do not give a single fuck. If you don’t send anon hate, if you don’t bully, harass, or manipulate, you’re welcome here. I’m just one nobody, one lame fucking RP blog, but the sea of toxicity grows daily. They see something they don’t like, call it toxic. I see them bullying someone over something that ain’t real, I call it toxic.

Who’s right?

Spoiler alert: Me. 

I’ve gone on a blocking spree (specifically in the MK fandom, which is like 69% rancid dickcheese walnut territory) because I’m frankly tired of fuckasses trying to ruin shit for other people. I’m glad some o’ you fuckers come with your own warning labels, but hot DAMN if some folks ain’t coo-coo for cocopuffs. How hard is it to fucking figure out that it’s fucking SHITTY to mistreat someone over something that is literally not real, that you could just filter out, scroll by, or block out. Grow the absolute fuck up.

Don’t bother sending anons, I’ll delete ‘em. You’re worms to me, if that. I scrape your fucking muck off my shoes on the mat outside my beautiful red door ever night and sleep like a baby knowing that I am a genuine, kind, gentle person, and you’re crawling filth. End of fucking story.

[seyaryminamoto]

What are the reasons that made Maizula your secret ship? What was special or compelling about their dynamics?

... My what, now?

I have certainly said in the past that the only femslash ship I COULD, presumably, support for Azula is Maizula, but from that to making it my secret ship... uh, no. That’s a fairly big leap.

It’s entirely possible that there could be other female characters in future comics who could have interesting dynamics with Azula, but out of the available female characters on the show, if I had to choose, I’d pick Mai. Again, I’m not saying I genuinely ship it on any capacity: I don’t look for fics of it, I don’t look for art of it, I don’t sigh over it or cry myself to sleep about it (n-not that I do that last thing with stuff I do ship, haha, what do you take me for...). I’ve been a multishipper with other characters in the past, and I have zero issues with people who are multishippers, but I personally don’t find any other potential ships to be as compelling for either Azula or Sokka as Sokkla, which results in me just... not shipping them with anyone else, altogether.

That being said... the dynamics between Azula and Mai do lend themselves for a relationship of substance, because Azula’s friendship with Mai is different from her friendship with Ty Lee. Azula has always seemed to hold more respect for Mai, if you ask me, visible by comparing her interactions with both girls in generally similar circumstances:

Recruitment: Ty Lee is recruited against her will. Azula very strongly implies she gives a grand total of zero shits about what makes Ty Lee happy (for that’s literally the argument Ty Lee gives her about why she wants to stay in the circus) and threatens her into joining her in her chase for Zuko and Iroh. Mai? Mai isn’t only willing to go with Azula, she’s EAGER to do so. Mai doesn’t want to be where she is at all, and her needs align with Azula’s mission flawlessly. Therefore, Azula has no need to go to the extremes she does with Ty Lee to convince Mai to come with her. That, at the very least, marks a different starting point for what we’re seeing of their friendships: Ty Lee is coerced, Mai is willing.

Relationships: Ty Lee has no serious romantic relationships through the show, only flirting with guys but it doesn’t really go anywhere. Azula is jealous of Ty Lee’s ability to catch their eye, but she doesn’t support Ty Lee in her flirting sprees in the least, even calling her “easy” to her face. Meanwhile, Azula canonically is the one who sets up Zuko and Mai, offering them a chance to bond in Ba Sing Se that they take, albeit in a different way than Azula anticipated they would. As much as Azula sends Mai away in The Headband, effectively ruining her date with Zuko, she doesn’t do it by undermining their relationship or making fun of Mai for dating Zuko or insulting her in any capacity. Azula respects Mai’s love life, she absolutely doesn’t respect Ty Lee’s despite she envies how likeable she is.

Fear of repercusions: when faced with the possibility of Azula being angry at them if they don’t do everything in their power to capture Sokka and Katara in The Drill, Ty Lee says they HAVE to jump into the slurry. Mai basically says “fuck that noise” and refuses to do it, even if she thinks Azula will go berserk at them for failing (which she didn’t do so fuck off with your Azula-hater logic, Mai). Mai is willing to defy Azula to protect her dignity, Ty Lee would sooner grovel if it means Azula won’t be angry at her.

The Beach’s bonfire: the scene where the four Fire Nation teens open up to each other is always very important to me, and I find it essential to understand further why I consider Mai and Ty Lee have different kinds of friendships with Azula. When Zuko calls Ty Lee a circus freak? Azula LAUGHS. She huffs afterwards and turns up her nose when Ty Lee is angry about it, but Azula’s instinctive reaction is to LAUGH. Shamelessly. Doesn’t give a crap about how this could hurt Ty Lee and if anything seems annoyed that Ty Lee took it to heart afterwards. On top of that, when Ty Lee begins explaining her family situation, Azula outright says “Here we go again”, in the most dismissive tone possible. Basically, again, she gives zero shits. But when it’s Mai’s turn? Azula tries to reason with her. Azula actually recites why Mai is the way she is, and as much as Mai didn’t appreciate that, Azula wasn’t making fun of her, let alone was her comment on the same level of mockery she showed towards Ty Lee moments earlier. It came off as Azula seriously trying to understand Mai better, whereas with Ty Lee she was just here for a good laugh.

Betrayals: Mai’s betrayal is the breaking point for Azula in the Boiling Rock. But you know what Azula does when this happens? She asks Mai WHY. She’s so confused, so hurt, so utterly blown away by why one of her best friends would turn against her... and she wants to know what brought Mai to make such a controversial decision. Mai then outright says the most offensive thing she could’ve told Azula, Azula reacts, then Ty Lee chi-blocks her... and this time Azula doesn’t ask. This time Azula is just ANGRY. Yes, she was angry at Mai already, but right now she doesn’t care for whatever Ty Lee might say to explain herself. She’s not more offended by Ty Lee’s betrayal, she’s not more surprised, she’s just angrier and she doesn’t care to hear why Ty Lee is choosing Mai over her, just as Mai chose Zuko over her. With Ty Lee, reasons don’t seem to matter.

Now, though, along with all of this, there’s no doubt Mai was dishonest towards Azula in the past and she definitely lied to her face several times (such as in the aforementioned The Headband, where she gives Azula the most ominous side-eye of the entire show). But Azula seems to respect Mai when she doesn’t punish her for her failures, when she wants to understand her, when she even asks for her reasons upon that betrayal. Does this mean theirs was a less toxic friendship altogether than Azula and Ty Lee’s? I’d say yes, even if that doesn’t mean it wasn’t toxic altogether. But I genuinely think Azula had more respect for Mai than she displays for Ty Lee.

That respect is why I find worth in Maizula despite not shipping it. Mai’s cut-and-dry wit plays off well against Azula’s sass, and they definitely could have interesting dynamics if just by factoring in their personalities and character traits. They’re both pretty cold-blooded too, so they have a few similarities that could bring them closer together... I’ve always felt they had very similar understandings of the world around them, after being raised by a royal family and a high-ranked noble family respectively (which is why Azula could see through Mai so well in that scene in The Beach). 

Therefore... there’s potential to it, yes. Do I support it, though? As it was in canon...? Honestly, no. I have said it in previous asks, but it bears repeating: I can’t see canon Azula bouncing back from most her betrayals and old relationships easily, if at all. The way Mai has treated her in canon, both in the show and comics, implies that Mai basically joined Azula because it suited her interests in ATLA and once she was with Zuko she didn’t particularly give a crap about spending time with her friends anymore. There’s very little indication of Mai genuinely respecting Azula back, if anything the comics suggest Mai outright hates her. So, canon-wise, their potential reconciliation wouldn’t be just about Azula redeeming herself and changing her ways... it’s on great measure about Mai forgiving Azula too and deciding Azula is worth her time. And, sad as it makes me, I find it very unlikely for Mai to reach that conclusion about Azula.

Mai and Ty Lee are both guilty of having lied to Azula in the show, of being dishonest with her. Her family is already a toxic mess, and her friends aren’t genuinely her friends in the end. That particular problem, the dishonesty, that they’re capable of lying to Azula’s face and getting away with it, makes me recoil from wanting either of them in Azula’s life anytime soon. I’d honestly only let them return to her life long after Azula has found some semblance of balance and peace, probably with new friends and new purpose in life. Even then, I’m not sure Mai, in particular, would care to rekindle her friendship with Azula at all.

So, ultimately... if it’s an AU, it probably could be done. If you pull off something like I did with them in Gladiator, where a lot of things are given a clean slate (Azula, Mai and Ty Lee’s friendship is far more genuine than it was in the show, as they’re older and have helped each other overcome pretty tough situations), then I could see a relationship between Azula and Mai working. But in canon settings? I think you’d need ten times the story length and efforts needed to redeem Azula to convince Mai that Azula isn’t completely deplorable. It’s sad, yes, because they could have awesome dynamics and that won’t ever be denied... but the way canon established it, I can’t see it happening anytime soon. Personally, I’d sooner root for a non-canon ship that hits all my requirements for Azula than one that only hits about half of them.

[angstchim]

Divine Canvas | kth

Painter Taehyung x Reader 

➻ Oneshot

➻ Inspired by Meddle About - Chase Atlantic 

➻ Words: 6142

➻ Rating: M 

➻ !!: SMUT, language,  Paint play? Is that a thing? I'm making it a thing, Dirty talk, Casual Sex, Sex in public, Teacher/student but not what you expect, some peer pressure? Unprotected Sex, Comedy, Crack but not crack?  

Summary: Lisa is your best friend. She’s a little eccentric and impulsive at times and when she deems you a bore.  She makes a few arrangements. She has you take a single art class, alone, one on one with the handsome instructor. Whom specializes in a unique kind of art.  

Preview

"Which is better? Watercolor or acrylic?" Your eyes going back and forth from the watercolor palettes, and acrylic paint bottles. Hand on your hip, eyes focused, waiting for the feedback of your dear friend. Popular music blaring over the intercom, aisles of the craft store empty.

"Only you would find going to a craft store fun!" Lisa gripes, the blonde, busy tapping away on her phone, dressed in clothes more suited for a shopping spree, her crop top and shorts contrasting greatly from your baggy pants and an oversized sweater.

"Watercolor or acrylic?" Voice monotonous, used to her complaints, eyes bouncing from the watercolor, to the acrylics, and back to the watercolors. "Y/n, you know I can't even paint, the only painting I do is wiping my Cheeto dust fingers on your walls." Her gripes coming off in a breathy tone, leg outstretched, her arms crossed over her chest, head tilted staring at you.

"You're a little bitch for that. Next time you do that I'm making you lick that crusty shit off the wall. Now, Acrylic or Watercolor?" Your voice stern, eyes shooting bullets at the blonde.

"Oof, that's kinky, and watercolor I guess?" Grabbing a watercolor palette, "Alright let's go ya weirdo." Letting out a sigh, paying and exiting the store, making your way over to the mall, Lisa at your side, griping and complaining about how boring of a person you are. "Spice it up hun, you wear the same brand my grandpa does!! This is 2018, and my best friend is not going to have some boring maiden's tale." Her voice a little loud, her manicured hands flying through the racks as she hangs clothes on her arm. "I'm not a grandpa.." Your voice unconvincing, your plain nails grazing the soft fabrics, eyes glossing over clothes you'd never reach for yourself.

"Tell ya what hun? I'm going to set you up a little art class. One on One, I heard the teacher is a god among men and since getting you to go to a party is like baptizing a cat, I think you won't mind spending time at an art class. Doing something you enjoy." Lisa's voice carrying a loving tone, "One exception though.." an evil grin on her face, "You have to wear an outfit I pick out."

Eyes rolling to the back of your head, a soft huff leaving your chest, "I could just say no and it won't happen, but fine, just this once. If it gets you to stop wiping Cheeto dust on my walls."

Lisa's lighthearted chuckles filling the store, "Go for me and I swear my stubby little fingers will never smear Cheeto dust on those walls ever again." You smirked, "Done deal then." Eyes looking at the pile of clothes weighing down her arm. "What the hell? Is all this for me?" A mischievous glint in the blonde's eyes, "Maybe, we have lot's of outfits to go through before I let you go to that class." Heart sinking, your inner grandpa coming out. "I'm too old for this shit, my bones pop you know? Do you know how much bending this shit takes?!" Looking at her ludicrously.

"Boohoo whore, do you know much bending I do when I get laid?"Lisa mocks, swiping her blonde hair over her shoulder, picking out a skirt and top for you. Sending her a glare, "No because I'm a child of God." Lisa's eyes narrowing at you, "Because I'm a child of God!!" She mocks in an incredulous voice that's supposed to be yours, "I've seen the shit you look up Boo, you aren't innocent, far from it." Her lips smacking while she picks out shoes for you, your eyes burning holes into the back of her perfect head, "How so?"

Her dark browns staring into you, "Hun, you were looking up the ovipositor toy. We both know that's like some kinky shit that not even 50 shades touched upon." Your cheeks a flaming scarlet, "Why are you using that against me? How many times do I need to explain that Namjoon is the reason I ever made that Google search!! We both know that when it comes to Namjoon we don't question it!" Your whines and pleas to justify yourself falling upon Lisa's deaf ears.

"Yeah, Yeah Hun." Her voice carrying humor, satisfied with her finds, shoving the articles of clothing your way, "Go try those on for me okay?" Sighs of annoyance escaping you but you listened, hailing down a clerk, you got a room and tried on the outfit. Your eyes traveling over your form in the skirt and top, cheeks a dusty pink. You looked so different, you looked..good. Way better than your usual grandpa ensemble. As much as you wanted to not like the outfit you couldn't just ignore Lisa's exceptional taste. She might be a brat who wipes her Cheeto dust fingers on your walls but at least her majoring in fashion isn't just for clout.

Lisa standing outside the door of the dressing room. "I'm taking the silence as 'Oh Lisa my dear best friend you make me look sooo good!" Her incredulous voice she uses to mock you making an appearance again. The scratchy and high pitched voice piercing the walls of the dressing room, making your insides crawl. "You know Lisa? I was going to say just that, but fuck you." Your voice lighthearted, giggles escaping you. "Awe thanks Boo." Her comment sounding scarily genuine.

**

stop by my house before we go out for coffee <=====3

Eyes glossing over the message you received from Namjoon, a reluctant sigh leaving your lips. Going to Namjoon's house was always a risky business, you never knew what you were getting. Namjoon is viewed by many as the sophisticated psychology major he is, but when he's around you he shoves his 4.0 up his ass and all his brain cells disintegrate. Feet lugging their way up the steps to Namjoon's dorm, light-handed knocks hitting his door. Blood turning cold when the door opens to reveal a figure in a patent leather suit, face entirely covered in the black material, eyes being the only thing visible.

A loud shriek escaping you. "Wrong dorm!! I-I'll go elsewhere" voice shaky, feet unresponsive, frozen in place when the figure abruptly grabs your arms tugging you inside, your shrill cries becoming louder and louder. Fear filling your being, "Shut Up!" A deep, muffled voice erupting from the mask, this only made you cry out louder. "Shut up!! You're  going to make people think I'm hurting you!" A familiar voice coming from under the mask. Kicking the door shut with his leg, peeling the mask from his face to reveal none other than Namjoon.

Eyes drilling into him, bringing your hand to his head you gave him a good swat, making sure he felt it. "The fuck was that about you lunatic?! You trying to kill me ?! Fuck this, the cafe date is canceled !" The larger male looking down at you, his face trying to conceal his amusement, your glare doing nothing to diminish his spirits. His long arms blocking your futile attempts to swat him. "Relax, I didn't mean to scare you."  Scowling, "Didn't mean to scare you." Voice dropping down an octave so you could mock him. His coffee browns narrowing at you, "I don't sound like that."  Shrugging, giving him one last swat, "What's the kinky suit for?"

Your small hands roaming free over the leather on his firm chest, "Remember the first season of American Horror Story?" A smirk on his face as looks down at your hands on his chest. "Murder House?" Eyes narrowing as you peered into the older's eyes, "Yes Murder House, remember the suit ?" You let out a sigh, "Yeah, I remember the creepy gimp suit."

"Tada!" His voice light, fingers wiggling as he gave jazz hands. "Why?" He set his large hand atop your head, "Halloween, and maybe some other stuff." Voice deepening to a sultry tone, giving a flirtatious wink. "Joon,  I swear if you go chasing the freshmen around in a gimp suit.." you began. "Nothing's wrong with chasing the freshmen." He shrugged. "I can't believe you're a psychology major..." Namjoon  letting out a humored sigh, " Only you see me like this." The taller dipping down, nuzzling his nose against yours in an Eskimo kiss. "I'm gonna peel this thing off me, it really sticks to the body."

"It's a bondage suit, that's the point." Letting out a sigh, eyes trailing over his body, The suit sticking to every muscle and joint on the man. "Checking me out over there?" Eyes rolling to the back of your head, "As if."

"Ow, so cruel." The older fakes hurt, heading off to his room changing. Being fairly familiar with Namjoon's apartment it takes very little for you to already be slouching on his couch, finding a random hentai novel laying nearby. "He doesn't even attempt to hide his porn...we love a queen." You muttered to yourself. The anime girl on the cover sparsely covered, slimy appendages which you can only assume are tentacles spread her legs open revealing her...special parts. Joon walking out in shaggy brown pants with a matching large shirt, strapped sandals on his feet.  "Good book isn't it?"

"Riveting." Getting up from the couch, "Ready Bud?" Gathering your belongings heading to his entryway, "Yeah, let's get going." Grabbing his wallet the two of you exiting his apartment. "Do you know it took a whole bottle of lube to get into that suit?" You let out a sigh, "Did I need to know?"

**  

"So what's this art class you're me telling about?" His deep voice slightly muffled as he took a sip of his ice coffee. His messy locks framing his face, dimples slightly moving as he sucks on his straw. "Lisa wants to dress me up for this art class, she said I'm boring and maybe an art class will make my life exciting since I don't go to parties." The bitter taste of coffee on your tongue, fingers busy picking flakes of your croissant. "She's not wrong about you being a bore, but what kind of art class is? This seems a little strange." His thumbs gliding along the screen of his phone as he typed up an essay for his psychology class.  "She said it was a one on one painting class with this guy named Kim...Kim Taehyung? I think?"

"One on One?" his eyebrow-raising, taking an obnoxious sip of his coffee. "They offer those? And who did you say the teacher was?"

Finger flaking the croissant, "Apparently they do and Kim Taehyung why?"

"I've heard that name before." His voice nonchalant and cool. "Kim Taehyung. You recognize the name or not Namjoon?" Your groan evident in the cafe. The darker haired male, rubbing his chin like a philosophical thinker from Ancient Greece, "Hush, I recognize the name. Used to go to high school with em." His voice blunt. Eyes narrowing, "That's it? That's all you remember about the guy?"

Namjoon's dark eyes staring into you boredly, "I mean the guy didn't stick out much, he liked to paint so I don't see it as a surprise that he's an art teacher.." His voice trailing off, "however I remember one strange rumor about him." The larger male leaning closer, whispering in your ear, suspense building the longer you waited for an answer. Joon's husky voice tickling your lobe, "He was pretty popular with the girls, quiet guy, probably a hipster, he made his rounds though, heard he's packing."

Your face stretching into one of disgust, "Really Joon? Really?" Your voice void of emotion, "I ask you for some useful information but all you do is make me regret my friendship with you." Eyes narrowed, growling at the male.

The older laughing, "He's packing, maybe he can raw your ass all the way to P. Sherman 42 Wallaby Way Sydney."

"...Joon.."

The older scrunching his nose in amusement, "Alright, Alright, well I honestly don't remember much about him, he was an underclassman so I didn't really talk to him, I remember all the girls in my grade raved about him, talking about how he seemed so aloof and innocent but in reality he was just a playboy disguised as a prince. I mean he gave off good boy vibes, he was in in a few of my classes, advanced placement and he stuck to himself, he was chill when you asked him something." He took another sip, " That's all I can offer toots."

Nibbling on your croissant, "He doesn't seem too interesting, well the class is later on tonight. Might as well get it over with so Lisa stops badgering me. Also, don't call me toots."

The older letting out a groan, " I need a nickname for you. I hate calling you by your name all the time. I'm special." You watched the older pout, his dimples moving as he sucked on his straw again.  "Who said you were special?" He shot you a glare, "Alright fine, but why Toots?"

"Short for Toostie roll." Smacking your lips, "I don't like tootsie rolls though.." His long digit flicking your nose, "Buttercup then?" You smirked, "Nice to see you use that brain of yours."

"You could've just said yes." He sighed, going back to writing his essay on his phone. "You could've  just said buttercup, you know that's my nickname Joon.." Voice muffled as you took another bite of your croissant.

"So mean buttercup.." He pouts, eyes looking down at his phone screen while he wrote his essay last minute. "So whiny Joon.." You mocked.

**

Hair damp, your breath light, eyes peering into the mirror as you slathered on your favorite lemon-scented lotion, hands running over the soft, supple flesh of your arms, legs, and thighs. The cold cream slathering over the mounds of flesh on your chest making your nipples pert, music blaring from your phone's speakers. Sliding on the skirt, and top Lisa picked, hair lightly styled you looked in the mirror. Staring back at you was a new you, a more put together you.  Cheeks cherry tinted, you gave a twirl, grabbing your bags, slipping on ankle boots. You took off.  

Skipping to the train station. Your steps light, canvas in hand, eyes reading over the address to the studio while you walked. "Block 42..1st floor?" Bottom lip victim to your teeth's gnawing as you searched for said building. Eyes roaming over the minimalist buildings surrounding you, a small window with a lovely canvas sitting on its sill, catching your eye.  The color red emphasized in the painting,  a red lycoris caught between the lips of a distorted but angelic looking male. You looked in awe at the canvas sitting in that small window, the colors, the brush strokes, the details. It was captivating.

A soft pair of almond eyes watching you, wispy red hair obscuring his vision of you, loose cardigan wrapped around his slim frame, black pants hanging loosely from his toned legs. Long arms crossed, a gentle smirk stretching across the painter's face. "It's a neat painting isn't it?"

A deep, suave voice ripping your eyes from the canvas in the window. Eyes gliding over the ethereal face of whom you believed to be your teacher for the evening.  "Did you paint it ?" Gulping slightly, shivering, looking at the male.

"That I did." His nose scrunching a little while he let out a chuckle. His long delicate digits waving you close, "Come inside, I take it you are my last class for tonight" His voice deep, his thin pinks pulling into a smile. "Yeah that's me" voice light, taking timid steps inside the toasty studio, Leonardo Da Vinci paintings bordering the entry of the studio, statues and abstract art decorating the walls. "This place is ..." Awe in your voice, eyes wandering over the room. "Amazing..?" He finished your sentence, deep purrs erupting from his chest as he closed the door to the studio. His gentle footsteps heading over to the sink, washing brushes, grabbing fresh canvases. "It's more than amazing." Taking a seat, excited for the lesson, "What will we be doing today? Watercolor, acrylic, will we even be painting?"

The redhead setting down the canvases, along with two sheets of scrap paper and pencils. "You're eager and I want to try something new." His dark almonds boring into you while he set down bottles of body paint. "Can I use you as a canvas"  Your eyebrow-raising, "Use me...as a canvas?" His cedar wood scent more prevalent the closer he leaned his face to yours.  Your cheeks a bright crimson, his breath tickling your lips as he pulls away, pencil in his hand. "I want to sketch out a design and paint it on you. I'd like to post it on my social media, you can say no of course."  No pressure in his voice.

Your timid eyes meeting his, his brown almonds looking over the supple flesh of your thighs. Your skirt letting his eyes ravish your thighs, his looks lingering.  "Where do you want to paint.?" Your cherry cheeks and timid eyes looking into his. "Your thighs, if you don't mind?" His deep voice trickling off the walls of the studio. You felt as if you could roll in it, his deep soothing voice calming your nerves. "My thighs?" A little surge of confidence running through your veins. "You'd let me?" His tone curious. Lisa's voice ringing in your ears, her snooty voice saying bore. "Might as well." Voice confident, only to spite the imaginary Lisa that was whispering in your ear, reminding you of how much of a bore you were. "Lift your skirt a little for me darling, let me  map this out." His deep voice letting out a subtle grunt.

His large hands holding the paper up to your thigh for size, a soft hum rumbling from his throat. Cheeks cherry tinted, his soft hands grazing the skin of your thighs, his bottom lip ensnared in his teeth while he worked, his pencil tickling you as it's tip drew out curves and points on the paper. His eyes wandering from the papers every now and then as he caught a glimpse of your mesh panties. The fabric did little to conceal your pink nub from his peripheral, his steady hands working as he continued to map out an intricate galaxy design on the scrap piece of paper, his almond eyes a shade darker.  

Marker in hand he begins sketching out his design, tongue swabbing the inside of his cheek while he worked. His clement, fluid hands brushing against you. The felt tip marker ticking your sensitive skin. His eyes every now and then staring at your twitching nub. "Your skin is really soft you know?" A small hiccup erupting from you, "..No?" Deep chuckles erupting from his chest, "Cute." His messy sketch finished, his almonds focused on the array of body paints on the table. "Mhm, tell me little Dove. What color palette suits you?" His fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt, "Warm?" Smirk on his face, "Cool?" His breath ticking your chin as he looked up at you, "or a nice Pastel?" His fingers tentatively inching further and further up your thigh.

Breath hitching, your eyes traveling down his loose blouse to his sun-kissed torso, a smirk on his face, "Like what you see?" Face crimson, "I do." His finger pushing your skirt up, a gentle flick to your clit. "I like what I'm seeing too." His voice deep, hand grabbing a bottle and paint brush. "I think pastels suit you best little Dove."  Gathering the light colors he starts building and mixing. Your eyes watching his long digits stir and mix. The way his delicate fingers held the brush, his long thin digits. You bit your lips, impure thoughts popping into your head.

Rubbing your thighs he starts painting, brush bristles moving lightly across your skin. His eyes focused, a soft hum rumbling from his chest. You watched, his beautiful features accentuated as he concentrated, paint wet and cold against your thighs. Light hisses escaping you. "It tickles." His brush strokes delicate, his eyes focused on the supple skin of your thighs, "Stay still for me Little Dove, I know it can be ticklish, but be a good birdie and stay still?" His voice gentle, his soft breaths echoing through the room as he worked.

Legs inching open while he worked, his brush strokes becoming soothing, slight shivers trailing up your spine each time he added more paint. "A little wider for me Dove." His free hand gently trailing up the opening to your skirt, your nub temping him. "Can I?"  Cheeks blossoming a pink tint, it had been a long time since you slept with another and to have someone like him take interest in you was daunting. "Y-Yes..." Voice barely a stutter, his almonds meeting yours, his brush strokes coming to a halt. "I need a clear, confident, answer Dove."

"Yes." Your eyes meeting his, you could feel yourself getting lost in their beauty. "That's more like it Little Dove." His tone affectionate as he continued his brush strokes, one hand elaborately mixing and painting on the supple flesh of your thighs. The other hand sliding your panties aside, his forefinger and thumb mercilessly teasing your clit, pinching and rubbing the poor nub with the pad of his thumb.  Your squirms making him smirk. "Stay still Dove, I'm almost done." His other hand reaching for a sponge and fine detail brush, his bottom lip ensared in his teeth. 

A few more minutes of this passing by before be leaned back admiring his work, "Perfect." His hands grabbing a mask on the table, "Slip this on for me Dove, and spread your legs for me." Giving him a coy nod, you did as you were told, slipping on the mask and spreading your legs. His tepid hands adjusting your skirt to conserve your modestly, the sounds of a camera's shutters meeting your ears, several clicks echoing throughout the room. "So perfect, I'll be posting these. You don't mind, do you?" Voice light as he removed the mask from your face. 

"Of course not." A smile on your face, blush dusting your cheeks. Paint wet, his large hands carefully tugging your skirt from your hips. Your hands pushing away his button up, letting the fabric hang from his shoulders while your hands traveled his shapely torso.  "So eager, I love it." His lips delicately kissing your lobes as he muttered his praises in your ear.  His deep whisper sending electric shocks down your spine,  light mewls escaping your lips when his delicate digits began to rub over your clothed slit.  Fingertips tracing the outline of a circle over your clothed heat, purposely avoiding your center. "Don't tease me." Your small pout coming out as a moan, the redhead looking up at you with a satisfied grin on his face. "Be patient Little Dove, sex is an art and art takes time." A low growl escaping him as you rubbed your knee against his sizeable bulge in protest.

His almonds darkening, his hands gripping your hips with force and he pulled you bottom half against his, his bulge harshly coming into contact with your heat. "Listen to what I say, Little Dove, don't make me angry." Voice sharp, a light trickle escaping your folds. The friction causing your body to tremble with pleasure, light pants making your chest heave. A harsh red dusting your cheeks, lips beginning to swell from your relentless biting. "That a girl, keep being a good Little Dove and I might reward you."  His lips connecting with yours, his tongue quickly claiming your mouth as his. Tongues caressed in wet, vehement battle. Languid, slow strokes complemented with guttural growls escaping the lewd artist. Bulge creating a steady friction between the two of you as he ground his hips against your hungry core.

"Fuck, such a good girl." Eyes lidded, his ivories tugging on your bottom lip leaving the flesh bruised and abused. "Tell me, Little Dove." Hands pulling your panties down, mindful of the still wet paint on your thigh. "Do you like it rough?" A deep growl following his inquiry, a harsh but landed smack grazing your clit. An abrupt squeak leaving your lips rushes of adrenaline shooting through your abdomen. "Or, do you like slow and soft." His voice lightening as he lovingly rubbed his bulge against your swollen and sensitive love. Blood rushing to your poor love button as it puffed and twitched under his ministrations. "Ahh!" Abdomen trembling under his weight, no matter how minuscule the ministration you felt it in every part of your being, his touches overwhelming.

An evil chuckle escaping the mahogany-haired male, he took pride in his work. He knew how much control he had over you and he loved every second of it. "Tell me, Dove," He leaned close to your ear, breaths tickling your lobe, "Do you like being told of how of slut and dirty whore your being? Do you like being told how tight your pink little pussy is? Would you like me to tell how I'm going to stuff my cock into that dripping cunt, how I'm going to make your pussy weep. How we'll make this table shake?" His wet muscle gently nipping your ear, saturating your lobe with a loving lick. His hot muscle feeling cool against your scorching skin.

With his thumb persistently torturing your nub, the merlot haired male used his free hand to lower his dress pants, a large, veiny and swollen length springing free from its cotton confines.  Fingertips dipping into your core, spreading your folds, your slick spreading down the length of his fingers. His cock gave a twitch at the sight of your liquids. Lips latching to your neck, tongue smoothing over the supple skin, "Or, do you like being a pampered baby. Do you like me worshipping your body, every nook and cranny being cared for." His voice gentle, plush lips feathering kisses down your shoulder, hands swiftly flinging your shirt to an unknown corner of the studio.  His tongue giving curious licks to your pert buds, "Mhm baby? Want to treat you like a divine canvas?"  His voice deepening, eyes dark he latches himself onto your pert bud, his digits curling inside your heat.

 Fingers increasing their pace while he sucked your delicate mound, moans, and cries leaving your lips as you felt a build up in your abdomen that you hadn't felt in years.  However, just as you started to see stars the sensation was lost when he pulled his fingers and lips from your body. "Shh baby, I can't have you feeling euphoria when we haven't even gotten to the main part of today's lesson." Letting out a cocky grin, he led himself into you, his aching crown spreading the wet walls of your core, your chest heaving, groans escaping you while your core stretched to accommodate his intrusive size and wide girth.  "S-So tight!" His grunt shaky as he hunched over you, the pastel paint along your thighs, still damp, smearing against both of your abdomens, the cold textures covering the two of you in goosebumps.

 Back arching, hands finding their way to his fiery locks, your digits intertwining with his tresses, your soft squeaks echoing in his ears. His hips giving a curious thrust, your walls tightening around him as pleasure shot through your body, thighs wrapping around his waist, paints smearing and racing along your bodies. The cool textures doing little to lower the temperatures, of scorching skins rubbing against each other as he picked up the pace. Length pulling out completely before sliding back into you, guttural grunts escaping him as he held your hips in place, teeth latching themselves to the crook of your neck. spreading your thighs apart he continued, hips pistoning themselves into your tight core. Length reaching the innermost corners of your heat, his crown giving you an immense pleasure you had yet to experience in your sex life.

 "Ahh, more, give me more!!" Your cries took into account, his teeth tightening on your neck, huffs escaping his chest causing his nose to flare.  Adjusting the position slightly, lips pulling away from your neck, his dark browns staring down at you. His sun-kissed torso on display for your eyes to ravage, the pastels painted on your body now smeared and mixed along with his lean abdomen, clit twitching at the sight. "You're going to want to hang on Dove" Pecking your lips, "I'll pull out, trust me." He murmured against your neck. Your hand dipping itself into the paints, curiously pressing your handprint against his firm chest, his lips curling into a smile as he does the same placing a set of handprints on your breasts. Hips slamming into you, the table supporting the two of you wobbling, it's legs letting out subtle creaks that could vaguely be heard over the clapping sound of flesh that rang throughout the studio. 

His eyes darkened as he looked down at you, taking in your handprinted breasts, your walls clenched tightly while he spread them. His free hand dipping in paints as he lightly smacked your chest, watching your mounds shake as he slammed his length further and further into your core. The lighthanded smacks ringing in your ears, you watched the paints melt into an ombre as they slithered from your mounds to your stomach. Loud grunts escaping him as he continued to slam his cock further and further into your heat. Not leaving an inch of space between your core and the tip of his cock as he continuously pierced it. His sunkissed torso now splattered with pastels, creating a lewd contrast. The way the wet paint dripped along his chest, his nipples slightly perked as the paint raced down to his abdomen.

"S-Such a dirty girl." A guttural groan escaping the hunched male, his eyes trailed down to where the two of you connected, his bottom lip ensared in his ivories as he watched his cock spread your cunt, a pearly froth coating his shaft. "Who said you could cum around me, Little Dove?" His snarl ringing in your ears as his grip begins to bruise your hips, his trusts becoming increasingly heavier. Animalistic grunts and groans escaped his lips as he slammed his weight into you, your hands flying to his torso for support. The pastels beginning to dry with a beautiful sheen,  a stunning blend of colors coating the two of you. Your nails scratching his chest. Gently scraping away the paints, his cock stirring a familiar feeling in your abdomen. Back arched, your bud twitching the more his crown hit that one spot that made you see stars.

"Ah-hh T-Tae!!" Toes curling, fingers clawing his chest, walls suffocating his member as you released yourself around him, another pearly layer coating his shaft. "H-Holy shit!!" He falters, quickly separating himself from your core, he wraps a hand around his shaft, pumping himself. His hand vigorously running along his length, tip an angry twitching red,  a loud cry of ecstasy filling the room as thick ropes of cum splattered against your abdomen.

The milky substance exuding a warmth against your skin. "Mhm," His lips swollen, eyes looking down at your paint covered body, giving your nipples a light pinch he trails a hand down to his puddle on your abdomen. His forefinger dipping in the pearly puddle, a ticklish feeling as he etches into the puddle. His signature. "You're the most beautiful canvas I've ever gotten the pleasure to paint on." He smirks, dipping down he brings his mouth to your ear, "I just had to leave my signature."

A light gasp escaping you when you looked down to his signature written in the splattered cum on your abdomen.  A pink dusting your cheeks. "L-Let's get cleaned up." Eyes trailing over the pastel mess covering the two of you. "I have a shower over there." He nods over to the shower head in the corner in the studio, a drain on the floor nearby, no curtains or stalls. "Shower?" Planting a kiss on your nose he smiles, "This studio used to be a chemistry lab so they needed the shower for safety reasons, however, since I converted this place into an art studio I never really had the chance to get rid of it."

"I'm glad you didn't get rid of it, going home in this mess would be quite the task." You giggled, getting up from the wobbly table. Looking down at the damage, cheeks flushing at his signature on your body.

"Mind if I shower with you?" He chuckles as he gathers towels, letting the shower run.

"After this evening it'd be a little strange for me to tell you 'no' wouldn't it?" Your giggle echoing throughout the room. His paint covered hand waving you over. "That's now come mere baby." His tone loving as he pulled you under the steaming water. His large hands roaming your body as the two of you scrubbed away the paint from your bodies. Splattering water was all that could be heard, the warm liquid warming the two of you.

"Will I see you again?" Your voice coming off as a gentle plea. His chin rested atop your head. "I don't see why not, next time we should meet under normal circumstances don't you think so Dove?" An almost immediate nod coming from you, "I'd like that, to see what you're like outside of the studio." A small smile tugging at your lips, the water showering the two of you in a layer of warmth. Large hands roaming your body down to your hips, his palm cupping your core. "Until then.." He smirks, "Can I play with you a little more baby?" The red-headed male dropping to his knees as he spread your thighs open.

Carefully leaning against the back wall, head tilted back as his skilled tongue began to trace over your slit. Gentle licks and sucks attacking your nub,  your hands quickly latching themselves to his scalp. Tugging at his red locks as his pace picked up. His lewd slurps causing your cheeks to darken to a crimson shade. His tongue paying special attention to your clit as he began to softly hum. The vibrations sending shivers along the length of your spine, the once hot water now becoming cool against your skin.  A soft whine of protest escaping you as he pulled away. "I have to close up the studio baby, next time we will continue this." Standing at your level he gave you heated kissed, one that was a mixture of emotions. Lust, attraction, curiosity, and longing. You already missed him and you haven't even left yet.

**

The cool fall breeze knocked on the windows to your apartment. Leaves and sticks brushed against your door. Namjoon spamming your phone with every passing minute. He was coming over later on for a movie marathon, Lisa was joining too. You were in limbo. Ever since you saw Taehyung that evening last week you hadn't been able to erase the redheaded man from your memory. He hadn't contacted you since. Was it your fault? Did he even know your name? He only referred to you as 'Dove'. You missed him. Every day since you had to reframe yourself from walking to his studio, to push him against the wall and ask him where he had been. Ask him why he hadn't said anything. Why he didn't keep his word.

A soft knocking shattered your thoughts. "I'm in the middle of having a pity party, who the hell is bothering me." You let out a low growl as you trudged yourself to the front door. Peaking through the peephole seeing no one on the other side. "I swear Joon if you are playing tricks on me again!!" You shouted, opening the door preparing yourself to be tackled by Namjoon in his gimp costume but there was no one there. Just a piece of paper sticking out from your mailbox. "The mailman doesn't come by on Sundays.." Your eyebrows furrowing. Carefully taking the paper from the mailbox, you unfolded it. You're stomach fluttering, blood running to your cheeks. Painted in watercolor was you.  A painting of you nude, covered in a gradient of pastels, along with a pearly puddle on your abdomen. Written in a sloppy black cursive was a message.

"I had a hard time tracking you down Little Dove. Haven't been able to stop thinking about you since. How about dinner next time?"  Clutching the painting against your chest, the heat in your face making it a little hard to breathe. "W-What did I get myself into.."

[redimagines]

Headcannons for the averge moirail hangout time with Vikare, Tegiri, Chahut and Galekh?

I think im gonna make 3 the limit for now on until i get more comfy w writing. Or you can send in a whole bunch and I’ll pick 3 from the lineup?? That seems like more fun actually. Open ended asks where u let me pick muses are valid and will probs have waaaay more than 3 since theres a lot of trolls i havent written for 

Also Chahut best girl? this is objective fact. Thanks so much

Vikare

You have good taste... He’s very sweet. A genuine good boy, as your moirail he loves to talk to you about his hopes and dreams!! 

This boy is a cuddle machine. Come over and cuddle, he’ll go to you for it, whatever works. 

He’s a pile keeper, and his isn’t that comfortable LMAO its like... parts. Metal. If you’re into that, more power to you 

He loves to go harvesting with you!! He’s fine going alone but having your chatting there to fill the silence makes him feel way more comfortable. He can carry a lot, but having you around to help (if you’re able) is a big plus too!

If you’re lucky enough to be a highblood and have a healing machine, does him coming over to stick his limbs in your wall count as a paledate? because that’s a pretty common occurrence 

Tegiri

He’s probably not the best moirail lol, since you’re going to be doing the emotional heavylifting in this relationship, but he does recognize that imbalance and tries to rectify it whenever he thinks too hard abt it

Hangouts at his place are a regular thing with anime club and all, but moirail time is special. 

I’m having an internal dilemma about  whether or not he’d have a pile of waifu body pillows. On one hand, he definitely has enough to make one, but on the other, do you really think he’d let spinneret-chan suffer like that???? foolish

Moirail time with him consists of destress activities- He’ll make tea, buy some mochi, sit with you on the pile and do whatever. This constitutes as reading manga, playing troll shogi, or just napping while he reads. Whatever you want to do, he’s game

While he’s pretty shitty at formulating plans, schedules are no problem due to teal training! Eventually your paledates will fall into a free block and just become a regular thing :)

Little bonus- Anime cons. If you’re down, palemates cosplay is def a thing, and tbh its something hes like ALWAYS wanted to do so expect him to go all fuckin out babez!!

Galekh

He’s a really good moirail? Wow king, you’re responsible like this

He’s seems like he’d host his palemate more often than not, but Galekh’s always down to move around! He doesn’t have a pile though (since goatdad would absolutely go to town) so that’s up to you lol

Idk why, but he strikes me as a yoga guy? Yoga with Galekh... It’s good for him since he sits a lot while studying, and its good bonding time. Not super private though but not everything has to be :)

Also he loves going out to eat?? There’s a lot of cute cafes he’s been meaning to try! Obviously he’s going to foot the bill, unless youre as well off as he is/a higher blood color and even then if you heavily insist. 

Not a super average hangout time, but something thats definitely on the table- Matching tattoos? Like, nothing big, maybe just a diamond in each others blood color on the wrist or something cute like that

Chahut

7.8/10 too much clown church. Anyways

She loves to chill out there, but totally understands if you feel uncomfortable. She doubts anyone would try shit with her moirail, but it IS  a venue crawling with murderous trolls under the influence, including her, so you never know.

Clubbing is also an option, though that’s not a purely moirail activity. She definitely likes going places with you that Amisia wouldn’t be able to lol

Speaking of Amisia, get togethers with her probably don’t happen a lot either because she and Chahut were kind of waxing pale... though nothing came of that, it’s still rather awkward. They generally go on murder sprees without you lmao rip 

Chilling at your hive is the safest option for hangouts. She likes the downtime, it’s nice to genuinely unwind. Big cuddle energy during these times, napping, talking, and just enjoying each other’s company

[ollie-oxen-free]

for the best

me, thinking abt an idea for angst: “oh, oh ho ho ho ho, what haves’t thou here??? OwO?”

Mapleblossom (ut papyrus/sf papyrus)

WARNINGS: violent urges, insults, suicidal thoughts

It’s quiet in the Tale brother’s house. Snowdin is always quiet, but it’s peaceful, all the sounds muffled from snow. It’s a quiet, soft sort of feeling in their home. Slim typically likes the loud, likes the energy and chaos, but he can appreciate the quiet sometimes. Especially now, thoughts running violent laps around his brain. There’s a soft shuffling sound coming from the kitchen, and he walks into the house further- kicking the snow from his shoes on the mat because he knows how much Papyrus hates it when there are little puddles of water all over their patterned carpet and even the thought of that makes his nonexistent throat clench and his breaths unsteady.

Papyrus either hears him or sees him from the corner of his socket. He’s cleaning, a rag in his hand as he wipes off the counters. There’s a stool in front of the sink that’s not normally there. He must have just cleaned it.

“Slim!” he says, loud and excited. He’s almost always loud, though.

Slim had asked him once why and Papyrus had looked away, seeming to ponder the question for a moment before he shrugged with a grin. ‘That’s just my voice,’ he had said like it was obvious fact. It was nice no matter what.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, both hands holding onto the rag in his hands. Slim stares at the cloth for a moment before he tilts his head down, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“We need to talk.” Brief. Steady. From his peripheral he sees Papyrus frown in concern, brows furrowing in worry. The hands that are holding the rag increase their grip slightly before he lets go, setting it on the counter.

“Okay?” He smiles. Slim has come to know when Papyrus is actually smiling or when he’s forcing it. The sight of a grin that is strained, the way that the lights in his sockets that are already barely there disappear entirely, it lets him know just which one it is.

He steps to the side as Papyrus moves past him going to sit on the couch. “Sans is at Grillby’s right now,” he explains with a slight hint of annoyance in his voice. Underneath that is the degree of fondness that comes when he talks about his brother. It leaves a bitter twist in his soul.

Slim leaves the kitchen and sits on the other side of the couch, not missing the way that Papyrus flinches slightly at the distance. The worry becomes stronger. Slim doesn’t want to talk, hates what he’s doing. He wants to move over beside the other and wrap him in his arms, wants to joke and laugh and indulge in all kinds of stupid, romantic bullshit. Instead he folds his arms over his chest, follows the patterns woven into the carpet on the floor.

It’s quiet for a moment as he gathers his courage. “...What’s wrong?” He glances up to see Papyrus staring at him, entirely open and not judging and worried but he would never force him to talk. Slim grips tighter on his arms, pictures digging a knife into the bone, the scum of the earth.

It stays quiet. After another stiff moments Papyrus fakes a smile, shifts slightly. “We can do a puzzle, if you want.”

It’s entirely off base, something so simple in a time of uncertainty, but the words make him want to laugh, feeling magic threatening to accumulate in his eyes. Papyrus never makes him talk, glad to fill the silence or sit with him until he sorts his shit out. In the back of his mind he recalls times when he’s sat on the floor at the coffee table, Papyrus sitting across from him as they worked in piece by piece of a puzzle when he was feeling a little less than good. He wants to say yes, wants to forget all of this. Wants to slam his fist into the wall for fucking everything up.

He shakes his head. “No, I-” A swallow. Try again around the knot in his soul. “This isn’t working out.”

It’s a different kind of quiet now. One of shock. “I…” Papyrus grins and now he looks up. The other’s leg is bouncing up and down quickly. “What?”

Slim swallows. “It’s over, Papyrus. We can’t be together.”

The forced smile shifts into something genuine, but it’s not happiness. Papyrus stands and he follows the movement, trying to keep his face blank as Papyrus frowns. It’s upset, it’s almost spiteful. He hates being told what he can’t do. In that way, they’re both so similar.

“Why not?” Slim shakes his head, goes to leave, but Papyrus steps in front of him, blocking his path. “No. You’re not leaving until you can tell me why!”

He sidesteps him. The door is right there. Through the window he can see the flakes of snow gently falling to the ground. Papyrus grabs his arm, tight, refuses to let go even as he tries to tug away. He turns and sees the look of hurt in the other’s eyes. In the corner of his sockets glistens the slight magic of tears. He wants to reach out and wipe them away, apologize, do everything he can to fix it.

Push harder.

“Because,” he says, forcing his face into a snarl, “you’re just so pathetic.”

Papyrus’s sockets widen, his grip loosens, and Slim takes the opportunity to yank his arm away, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Press further.

“You go around, thinking you can help, thinking that you matter, but you don’t. You can’t.” He turns because he can’t stand to look at the heartbreak in Papyrus’s eyes, at the hurt. “I’ve put up with it for long enough. I can’t deal with your shit any longer. You’re more annoying than anything.”

And then he walks away, back out the door. Papyrus doesn’t stop him, doesn’t say anything as he leaves and slams the door behind himself hard enough that the snow gathered on the top of the house is disturbed, clumps falling down to leave holes in the fresh snow. He passes the window as he walks by and he can’t help but look inside. Papyrus isn’t looking at him but staring at the floor. His face is blank, expressionless, but Slim can see a few clear tears leaving wet trails down his cheekbones. He turns away, hurries into the back to the machine and then he’s gone like it had never even happened.

Razz is standing there when he gets back, arms crossed over his chest. “Well?”

Slim rolls his head on his shoulders. He wants to scream. “I did it.”

Razz nods, satisfied. The air crackles with magic as he lifts his hand, a few bones forming in the air before he sends them flying to the machine. They embed themselves deep in the metal with a loud crunch and a crackle of electricity. It sparks for a few moments, warning signs and error messages running over the screen embedded in the side before it finally switches off. Slim stares at the machine, now just a hunk of metal and wires.

His gaze makes Razz sigh. “You know it was for the best, Papyrus.” He doesn’t respond. “You were going soft.” Repairs would be nearly impossible. Finding any parts that hadn’t already been scalvaged by Undyne was just a hopeful dream. “You could get yourself killed.”

At that he finally looks at his brother. His hands are shaking and he wants to grab something and slam it against the wall like he used to, taking a chair and swinging it over his head just for the satisfaction of having it break in his hands. He’s shaking. His magic feels unsteady and despite any progress he may have made the past couple of months he wants nothing more than to sink a needle into the bones on his arm.

Razz scoffs, but it’s less angry and more annoyed. “You’re crying.”

He reaches a hand up and wipes his cheekbone and damn, he is. That’s real fucking unfortunate. His awareness of it just makes the tears come faster. He folds his jacket over his hands and presses the sleeves into his sockets, fighting to keep the hiccup out of his breaths. “So I am,” he says. It’s shakier than he would like.

Another sigh. “You see now? You never used to cry.” He was usually too doped up to do much more than smile and just follow whatever Razz told him to do. “You’ve been too merciful because of him.”

It’s his own fault. He should have known better. Someone tried to kill him, came at him, and he beat them within an inch of their life before he thought of Papyrus and his smiles and his kindness and “It really only takes one person to make a difference!” and he let them go with a warning, watched them run away with snow kicking up behind their heels. They’d gone on a killing spree, desperate to prove their own pride after being beaten, and they managed to handle it but the moment Razz found out why-

He laughs, rubbing his sockets harder. It hurts slightly, burns with the friction. “Yeah. My bad.” He grins, drops his hands to his sides. He feels hollow and worthless. His mind keeps flicking back to the look on Papyrus’s face, at the tremble of the other’s hand he had felt when he’d gripped his sleeve.

Razz stares at him for a few more moments before he sighs and turns away, marching up the stairs. His steps are smooth and casual. Commanding. “You’ll thank me later. I’m keeping you alive.”

Slim doesn’t respond, waits for the sound of the door shutting behind him. It was for the best. He doesn’t give a fuck about himself, someone could slowly grind him to dust with a nail file against his bones until he’s just a pile that needs to be swept up and he wouldn’t give a damn about it. But he could hurt Papyrus. The very thought makes him want to vomit, but he’s not sure if it’s emotion or the fact that he hasn’t eaten anything since Razz first told him what he had to do a few days earlier. He leans against the wall, back scraping the concrete as he collapses to the ground.

It was for the best.

[timelessbian]

I saw the ouat and supergirl homophobic thing you reblogged, can you tell me what both of those shows' actors did, I'm a little out of the loop 😓😬😚

okay i might not be the best person to ask bc i kind of did my best to stay out of the ouat drama when it was big and i’m not really involved with the supergirl fandom but i can tell you what i remember/gathered from my dash:

the ouat fandom has always had serious problems with the cast/showrunners ranging from being dismissive of lgbtq+ relationships to being down right disgusting and rude (mostly in relation to swan queen)

i think it was ginny who tweeted early on that the pilot of ‘once upon a time in my pants’ didn’t get picked up implying that queer relationships are - by nature - x-rated (paraphrasing bc i don’t have the actual tweet saved)

sdcc 2013 was kind of a mess all around if i remember right. jmo made an off-handed comment about how ‘all her ships were on the couch’ (it was an interview with colin and mrj i think and at this point in time sq was an extremely vocal part of the fanbase so she knew) and there was a question asked about swan queen that was answered pretty dismissively imo (here’s a link to a video bc i don’t think i could explain it well)

there was also the whole scandal with michael coleman, the guy who plays happy i think, where he went on a twitter rampage essentially claiming that the entire cast/crew was against swan queen and it was a huge joke on set (once again, i’m paraphrasing but i’m sure someone has the receipts)

i think there was also some twitter drama with yvette nicole brown who was the voice of ursula in 1 ep and she’s moderated the sdcc panels a few times. i think she went on a blocking spree or something and unironically told sq shippers they needed jesus (i’m fuzzy on this one so please correct me if i’m wrong!)

then there was the whole build-up to the queer romance that ‘had to be done right’ and ‘naturally’ and was going to be important to the storyline and then it was one ep and the characters were never seen again oops

and the lovely mulan/aurora queerbaiting too, that was fun

TL;DR: basically it was just a generally messed up atmosphere coupled with sects of fandom that were absolutely disgusting with their blatant homophobia who were empowered every time anyone on the cast said anything. it was beyond toxic tbh (although lana in particular was usually really good at being supportive!)

as for supergirl, like i said i’m not really involved in the fandom but from what i’ve gathered here’s what went down:

jeremy jordan and melissa benoist were doing a singing recap of s2 and not only did they leave out sanvers (aka a HUGE part of the hype for s2) but they also mocked supercorp shippers saying that kara and lena are just friends and that’s all they’re ever going to be (i have not watched the video myself, but it’s out there if you want to)

jj gave a total non-apology where he basically said he was an ally and it was a joke and he’s not homophobic and it was a joke and people are sending him hate so he’s the real victim here (didn’t save the image, but i’m sure it’s still making the rounds)

i guess they confirmed that sanvers is going to be sidelined bc they knew floriana lima could only do one season but they’re not breaking up so they can still pat themselves on the back for having a wlw relationship without having to show it

katie mcgrath gave a GREAT answer about supercorp, saying that it’s not up to her what people take away from her character and shippers’ interpretations are just as valid (that is not sarcasm i genuinely liked her answer)

melissa may have implied that she couldn’t be homophobic bc she was on glee?? have not seen screencaps/videos yet, but i’ve seen posts circulating. don’t know how true they are, but it sounds like something that would happen in this mess rn

TL;DR: in one fell swoop, the supergirl cast managed to alienate a huge chunk of their fanbase and seem to not even realize how/why what they said is fucked up. on top of that, they’re still minimizing their one (1) lesbian relationship while begging for cookies bc of it. (that being said, katie, david harewood, and odette annable have been lovely from what i’ve heard and even though chyler leigh wasn’t there, she’s so incredible to lgbtq+ fans too!)

tbh i didn’t believe that a cast could be more inept (to put it lightly) at dealing with their femslash fanbase than ouat, but then supergirl showed up, sang ‘hold my beer’ and here we are.

like i said, i’m not the best person to explain everything. this is all mostly personal memory/things i heard from this weekend so if anyone has more information or corrections, pls feel free to share