#gobbled this shit up so good and fast

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Reblogged the first time on accident bc i fat fingered teehee. anyway.

ZEPH I AM BITING YOU BITING YOU BITING YOU WTF I I I I I- NO WORDS HEAD EMPTY JUST YOUR VOICE I LOVE BONUS CONTENT!!!

Jay's Thoughts: Extended Cut

“Voices singing in harmonies, orbiting in perfect rhythm, chasing like the sun and moon across the sky, echoed in the deafening silence of Hadestown.” OHOHOHOHOHHOHOHHOHOHOHHOHOHOH- THE SUN AND MOON IMAGERY!!! THE ECHO OF DEAFENING SILENCE, THE ECHO OF VOICES SINGING IN HARMONIES!!! Eating this opening line up it is so good.

“And for the first time in a long, long time, the workers didn’t care” BARK BARK BARK BARK!!!!! My brain is drawing parallels between this and Our Angel og Brahma, Eevee and the other Dome Wardens going on their strike. Oh boy. Surly this can’t end badly!

I already gave my thoughts on this section when you posted the snippet a couple of days ago, but to recap: - “Took beatings from the executives…” this line reminds me again of Our Angel of Brahma - “creeping thyme” language of flowers meaning = courage, strength power, bravery. The Greek origin word “thumos” means “courage.” - i can’re read the word ceaseless without thinking of tma and i don’t even go there… but also smth smth- hermes “no hammer swinging… no pickaxe ringin… and they stood and listened” (i jumped ahead to persephone singing “how long” and ivfdsjgvnsjfibfnkrskjb AMBER GRAY LOVE OF MY LIFE I GOT TEARY EYED JUST READING THE LYRICS) - “Gilded cage” LIKE THE FUCKING TITLE!!!! Making ME think of Red Queen, “King’s Cage” now!!! (rip mare barrow)

Still thinking on King’s Cage and Slip is very Maven coded holy shit. He is obsessed with this boy like Maven was obsessed with Mare… OKAY YEAH HOLY SHIT WAIT- “doesn’t want him associating with those kinds of people anymore” THOSE KINDS OF PEOPLE???? REALLY SLIP! HOMELESS BOY GETS A TASTE OF POWER AND BECOMES A FUCKING TYRANT GRRRRR- SENTENCE HIM TO THE MEAT GRINDER!

“something he saw as clearly as if the sun were shining down through the rock overhead. Slip was afraid of Juno.” SLIP WAS AFRAID OF JUNO. 1) love the imagery 2) SLIP WAS AFRAID OF JUNO!!!!! Our lady failure makes this 3ft tall king shit his pants <3 /j

“a well of dread” oooh love this line

“it’s the scared animals that are the most dangerous” smth about eurydice who once stepped on a snake, smth about SMTH ABOUT THE SNAKE IN JUNO’S STOMACH-

I like the mental image of slip chewing his thumb staring out his glass office, his glass fortress, looking down on hadestown, and he glances up at Nureyev’s reflection to catch his sign and he gets fucked sassed. Get dunked on Slip Hackoff.

“He’d already lost so much to this man he could barely remember” TERRIBLE WASTE REFERENCE- STOLE HIS STORY REFERENCE-

HOW LONG, HOW LONG, HOW LONG!!! Again. AMBER GRAY MY BELOVED, ME SWEETHEART, MY DARLING, LOVE OF MY LIFE I FUCKIGN RFUIEGHBRF GGYHJDSFN- i love “how long” so so so so so much. And the way you’re working it in is chef’s kiss. The flip of persephone taking pity on orpheus trying to convince hades to feel the same, to nureyev taking pity on the workers trying to get slip to understand how fucked he is. 

He thinks of this as BUSINESS???? BRO- i they don't even get health insurance out of this motherfucker for how much they work and how long their hours are. That should be like. A war crime. Slop Jackloss wtf. (terribly sorry about my name butchering, i love Sip Jakeson in equal parts i want him dead in canon)

“A small, scared kid.” FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK- he was just a boy in love! FUCK- THIS IS HOW 3FT KING AU/HC CAN STILL WIN!!! /heavily joking. 

“Everything I ever built for you” parallel to “feel that fire, think of it as my desire for you!” Chant reference!!

OH BRIEF ANECDOTE TIME!! …”one could kill you and the other could dispose of your remains” love that they found this funny. Teenage children are morbid… 

“No one is going to die!” Slip: proceeds to die first.

“Nureyev was left standing in the office, facing a man he had known so well decades ago, but didn’t know anymore.” ougggggg- this hurts. Hurts so good. 

SLAP FUCKOFF YOU ARE DELUSIONAL BOY- WHTA THE EVERLOVING FUCK!!! MY MAN!!! OF COURSE HE MOVED ON!! OF COURSE HE DID!! HE HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO!!! OF COURSE HE GOT MARRIED! OF COURSE HE FOUND HOPE IN SOMEONE ELSE!!! Smh juno steel is the problem for a lot of people but he is not to be blamed for your ex-bf moving on with his life, should’ve tried harder not to die so young Slappery smh.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK NOOOOOOO LEAVE THEM ALONE!!! LEAVE BEN AND VESPA AND M’TENDERE ALONE!!! Vespa died a meaninglyess death, you stole Ben once already, AND YOU ALREADY PUNISHED M’TENDERE ENOUGH JFC- what’re you gonna do to them anyways?? Have them be killed again??? Double death? Death times two????????

Oh i can perfectly see Nureyev signing that. Rigid, stiff, and big. When you want to yell in sign, you make your signs bigger. Sing language is a visual language. So even tho nureyev is flat, not exclaiming, he is stern. Giving that thousand yard stare down. 

Nureyev wanting to grab juno by the shoulders and run, get him out of there, get him safe… Smth smth “why are you following me juno” and nureyev at the end of terrible waste still pulling on the net and being shocked and still trying to free juno… 

How fucked tho would it be if this wasnt juno, it’s ben, old switcheroo or smth. How fucked would it be if slip was playing coy “do you know who he’s associated with?” and then dragging in ben anyways. 

JUNO STEEL CAN YOU STOP BEING GAY FOR YOUR HUSBAND FOR 2 SECOND FJSKGCJF- at least peter has a braincell. A. as in singular.

“A wave of dread” first as small as a well. Now a wave as big as a tsunami. Before a tsunami makes landfall, the tide gets pulled out….

Slip blaming Juno for preaching fair work practices is actually kinda funny ngl

“Before we dispose of you?” WHAT??

“That look meant Juno had a plan” MAKING ME THINK OF WHAT LIES BEYOND!! When juno is talking with buddy and sasha and they’re all coordinating a plan together without actually being able to talk to one another, and buddy is the Captain but she puts her trust and faith in juno to pull this plan together and get at least one of them out of that ordeal.

“The smallest spark of hope ignited in Peter’s gut.” fuck-

“And then Juno opened his mouth, and began to sing the song of spring.” DOUBLE FUCK. it's orpheus singing epic iii the end of his song, his final plea to hades, melting his heart, reminding him of the woman he loves, reminding him of the world that could be! and Juno singing to Slip, reminding him of the boy he loved, reminding him of the world he used to live in, reminding him that he is allowed to grieve and ought to learn how to- FUCK THIS SHIT I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE! I'M TIRED OF THIS GRANDPA!! (well that's too damn bad!!!)

SONG FOR A CAGED LOVEBIRD: PART 15

wow. wowie wow wow. this section got me up to a little over 19,500 K. that's fucking INSANE homie!!!

this section took me a while to work out bc i knew what points i wanted to hit but not the order I wanted to do them in, so I had to break some stuff apart and rearrange it. hopefully this makes sense? this sections got a weird energy to it and i'm not sure why. but we are in the home stretch of this fic guys!!!! maybe like 3 or 4 more chapters max and then it is FINISHED, which is so crazy to me

alsoooo enjoy some bonus content!! aka me singing a lil bit of epic iii in honor of this absolutely insane milestone

HEY GANG IT'S FRESH FOOD: @smidgen-of-hotboy @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @urjover @waters-and-the-wilde @gwenlena

@demonic-panini @the-private-eye @one-joe-spoopy

Voices singing in harmonies, orbiting in perfect rhythm, chasing like the sun and moon across the sky, echoed in the deafening silence of Hadestown.

The workers had stopped showing up a few days ago. Wouldn’t pick up their pickaxes or lay a hand on their wheelbarrows. Slowly, the factories ground to a halt. The furnaces died down. The wall stopped being built. And for the first time in a long, long time, the workers didn’t care.

They took beatings from the executives with a smile and a song on their lips, a song that spoke of unity in the face of loss with a melody that grew like creeping thyme through the town. It had been a while since Peter had heard Juno’s voice, but he knew. Even from this distance, he knew it was him. His strong, clear voice helixing through the air with another voice that he assumed must have been Ben’s. And the world stopped its ceaseless grind and listened.

And from his gilded cage in Slip’s office, Peter watched with no small amount of pride as his beloved husband brought the hell of Hadestown to a screeching halt.

Slip stormed back and forth in his office. Nureyev had been up here for…. Well, he wasn’t quite sure, but his best guess was a week. Slip had taken him up here after his executives had beaten Juno and left him for dead. Something about how he didn’t want him associating with those kinds of people anymore. 

Nureyev knew that was bullshit. There was something else at play here, something he saw as clearly as if the sun were shining down through the rock overhead.

Slip was afraid of Juno. 

He could see it with every furious step and angry huff. An undercurrent of fear laced his every move. Juno had crossed some sort of line, broken some sort of spell that Slip was afraid might never be put back into place. He was getting more erratic and scattered as the days went by. And for some reason that Nureyev couldn’t quite explain, a well of dread was beginning to bubble up in the pit of his stomach.

After all, it’s the scared animals that are the most dangerous.

“Godsdammit all, why won’t they work anymore?” Slip snarled, steps heavy but quick as he paced across the room.

Nureyev turned his gaze coolly away from the window. “Don’t know. Maybe they realized the lies and bullshit you’ve been feeding them!”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll leave you right where I left your precious husband.”

“Oh, I don’t know, he seems to be doing quite well for himself so far, considering he’s brought your whole town to a standstill.”

Slip stopped pacing like a frustrated predator and stared at Nureyev. Nureyev wasn’t scared. He’d already lost so much to this man he could barely remember. What was losing a little more? He stared right back, almost daring Slip to make a move.

“What else did you expect, Slip? You lie to these people for years, force them to work for nothing, keep them away from their homes and families, and expect they’ll be happy? That they’ll listen when you speak? That they’ll care about you and your opinions?” His motions were jerky with a deep set anger and hurt that was starting to burn hotter than the heart of the Hadestown furnaces.

Slip’s jaw was beginning to tremble, but in rage or fear or pain, Nureyev couldn’t tell.

Go on. Tell him. Tell him what he needs to hear.

“How long did you think they’d put up with this before they turned on you? How long do you think they’d wait for you to change?”

How long did he think you’d wait for him, little songbird?

“They’ll put up with it for as long as I am in charge of this town.”

Nureyev sighed deeply. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“What is there to get, Petya? That these people don’t comprehend the logic of a business?” 

Slip threw his arms open wide. Even now, even with all his power and might and control, he still looked like what he had been the last time Peter had ever really known him: a small, scared kid.

“They’re going to destroy everything I’ve ever worked for. Everything I ever built for you. And all because of that husband of yours and his fucking music.” 

“Everything you built….for me?”

Slip sighed, and his expression softened slightly. “Of course. I made this town for you. I was going to show you all of its wonders. But you never came to find me, like you said you would. Remember?”

Peter couldn’t. Not at first, anyway. But slowly and surely, a memory began to creep back into his consciousness. 

He was young. Couldn’t have been more than 12 or 13. The last of summer was still in the air. Slip had just finished telling him the old Story of Hades and Persephone, a story the two of them shared like their stolen food and blankets. Peter had cracked some kind of joke, something about the two gods in the story being a perfect pair because one could kill you and the other could dispose of your remains, and he and Slip were howling with laughter.

When the laughing had died down, Slip turned to Peter, suddenly serious. “Petya, can you promise me something?”

“Of course, my love, anything.”

“If one of us dies before the other… can we send a message to them from Hades? So the one that’s still living knows to go get them?”

“Slip, don’t talk like that. No one is going to die!”

“I know, I know, but…. Just in case, you know? If I die, I’ll send you a sign. A huge sign. I’ll…. I’ll get rid of the spring altogether! I’ll keep Persephone locked up in the underworld until you come to find me!”

That sent them both into another peal of unstoppable laughter.

And then the memory faded away, and Nureyev was left standing in the office, facing a man he had known so well decades ago, but didn’t know anymore.

“I should have brought you down here sooner, you know,” Slip said, chewing on his lip. “I thought, if I can take Persephone’s reincarnation and keep him down here, and change the world above, he will notice and come for me. Surely, if I just hold out a little longer, if I just let the winter go a little longer, let him starve a little longer, he’ll remember the promise he made to me. He’ll come to find me. But no.

“Instead, you moved on. Grew up. Got a respectable job. Even got married! All while you left me to fester down here. But it’s okay, my love. I don’t blame you. No. It’s all that Juno Steel’s fault.”

Nureyev suddenly realized his mouth and throat had gone bone dry, and a slightly manic gleam had entered Slip’s eyes.

“He stole you away from me. He’s what’s keeping us apart. You know, I should have killed him when I had the chance. Maybe I can still kill him now. You wouldn’t happen to know which of my workers he’s associating with, would you, Petya, dear? Maybe I could hurt them too.”

Peter’s whole body went rigid with fear. 

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

He could barely make his hands shape the words. The sudden adrenaline rush made him shiver. He could barely imagine the pain Juno felt when he woke up and discovered his lover was gone. He couldn’t imagine having to go through the same pain.

Slip just looked back at him, face calm and still and eyes shining as he slid into the chair behind his desk, and Nureyev knew. If he made one false move, Juno would suffer the consequences. He swallowed hard.

An executive rapped on the door. “The leader is here to discuss negotiations, my associate.”

Slip’s eyes never left Nureyev’s face. “Of course. Bring them in. You might want to stay for this, Petya. I’m sure you’ll find it interesting.”

Nureyev didn’t move a muscle.

A moment later, Juno stumbled through the door, an executive hot on his heels, and Peter couldn’t decide if he should let out the breath he was holding or grab his lover by the shoulders and sprint out of the room. Maybe both.

Once Juno regained his balance, he glanced around the room until his eye rested on Peter, and a soft, relieved smile inched onto his face.

“Hey, babe, what’s going on? Where have you been?” he said gently, taking a few steps in Peter’s direction. 

Peter wanted so badly to run to him, to kiss him, to leave town and never look back. But Slip’s threat had been genuine. He knew that. He stayed where he was, silently willing Juno to read the room and get the hell out.

“Mr. Steel. I will kindly ask you to keep your conversation directed to me, seeing as I am your host here.”

The smile fell from Juno’s face, and a mix of determination, fear, and hope appeared in its place. Simultaneously, a wave of dread crashed over Peter like a tsunami. Gods above, he wanted to throw up.

Juno bowed his head slightly in a greeting. “Slip.”

Slip bowed his head in response. “Let’s skip the pleasantries, shall we?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

“What the hell do you mean by shutting down my whole town, Mr. Steel? I knew you were a troublesome one, but I never knew you had the guts to take it this far.”

“Oh, this isn’t my doing. It’s theirs,” Juno said simply, pointing out the window to the gathered crowd of workers partying in the street. “They decided they’ve had enough of being treated this way, so they decided to stop showing up. I had almost nothing to do with it.”

Slip leaned forward over his desk. “But you are the one who taught them that song, right?”

“And what if I am?”

“That still makes you an accomplice. You gave them the song that they unified around, and that would be considered a crime down here. And now that I’ve got you in my office, right in front of me, well…. I suppose it only makes sense that I punish you. I suppose you’ve been told how we punish those who step out of line down here?”

Juno’s jaw was set. He nodded. Peter wanted to scream.

Slip stood. “Very well then. Do you have any last words before we dispose of you?”

And suddenly, Juno looked very calm. Calm and careful, but still living up to his last name, with features set like quenched metal.

It took a moment, but Peter realized knew that look. He knew it very well. He knew it from all the nights of playing cards with Buddy or figuring out how to stack a new shipment of crates or watching him discover a new piece of the never ending puzzle that was his song.

That look meant that Juno had a plan.

The smallest spark of hope ignited in Peter’s gut.

And then Juno opened his mouth, and began to sing the song of spring.

[erwinsvow]

i was thinking… what if they’re in topper’s jeep with the top off at a gas station and they’re parked over in the corner with a tree over the car so it’s darker (very descriptive but i have a vision🙏) and rafe and shy!reader are in the back seat waiting for them and she’s totally horny bc rafe is looking too good so she’s hanging on him practically in his lap and he’s like well you wanna be all over me you can suck it while you’re at it WOOF sorry😞

https://www.tumblr.com/erwinsvow/750586177405485056/i-feel-shy-asking-butttt-can-we-get-more-cock

oh my god why r u saying sorry this is so YUM i gobbled it up just like shy reader gobbles up his dick

you don't know where kelce and top went—don't really care either. on the way from the party to another party, they'd opted to pull over in a dark parking lot to pee and go grab more beer from the liquor store across the street.

they had mentioned something about getting back in the car and driving, but rafe had told them to walk, and you think they'd listened. tingly from the spiked seltzer you'd had at the first party, you feel just tipsy enough to clobber over rafe the second the two boys walk away from topper's jeep.

crawling into rafe's lap, you hurry to press your mouth to his, the tiny dress you had worn (though a little out of character for you, rafe hadn't been able to keep his eyes or hands away from you all night, so it had been worth it) getting pushed up. rafe kneads the fat of your ass, and you grip his shoulders, pressing your already too-wet pussy onto his dick.

you're sure to leave a mark on his pants, for some reason you can't stay away from your boyfriend right now and you feel every part of you throb with anticipation.

"c'mon kid, wait 'til we get home, huh?" rafe pulls away to breathe the words, but you don't give him an answer, leaning back in for another kiss.

"don't wanna wait-" you mumble when he pulls away again.

"they're gonna be back any minute."

"it's okay, we'll be quick," you insist, pressing hot, wet kisses to the column of rafe's neck, hands traveling down to his belt and unbuckling for him. his hands move quickly to yours, halting your motions. with his grip as tight as it is, you couldn't move if you wanted to.

"hey, c'mon. not like this, behave." you pout, still on rafe's lap and still making yourself comfortable—refusing to get off until he makes you, though you know he won't.

"do i have to?" you ask quietly. looking at rafe with your big, wide eyes, you think you can sense his resolve crumbling. "maybe i can make you feel good. it'll be fast, won't it?" your eyes travel down to his belt, the bulge right underneath.

"shit, kid. fine, if you're so needy. jesus-"

getting as comfortable as you can, you lower your mouth down, knees pressed against the seat and ass in the air while you take out rafe's dick, spitting on it first and putting on an obscene show—you hollow your cheeks and suck in as much of rafe's dick as you can, two hands stroking whatever you can't fit.

you keep going, sucking harder and flicking your tongue over the head until rafe bunches up your hair in his fist, guiding your mouth up and down while you look up at him with glassy eyes and wet cheeks. when he finally pulls you off after a few minutes, you cough and try to catch your breath.

"you okay, baby?" he asks, but you don't answer, going right back for more. you were right—it doesn't take long at all. as soon as rafe stares at your heart-shaped ass in the air and the pretty eyes looking up at him, paired with the noises you make while choking on his dick, he cums into your mouth. like always, like a good girl—you swallow, catching your breath and moving to wipe away the tears on your face.

rafe beats you to it, cleaning you up with his thumb while you smile up at him. he's leaning in for a kiss when you hear it—talking, and then.

"are you guys done yet?"

[hana-no-seiiki]

how they act around reader! you know the usual, how horny they get and how the reader is potentially uncomfortable because not even they can handle the harems hormones.

MIDNIGHT DARLING HEAD-CANNONS (Unang Yugto / First Part)

YANDERE COLLEGE BASED OCS x READER

Hoo boy we have a lot of characters to go through and I haven’t even named all of them so *cracks knuckles* Let’s go with my favorite children for now.

warnings: dead dove do not eat territory here. yandere themes (lotsa violence). please don’t read this if you have a wild imagination like me oh god im aboutta faint at darling’s section. cannibalism. knife play. necrophillia. a transphobic society.

[previous ask for more context]

[next part] - yandere! faculty

Let’s start with our boy Justin Del Rosario [Yan Jock]

He’s incredibly sweet and caring. At least when you two were dating. The type to always check in on you. Always makes sure you’re hydrated and keeping up with your self-care routines.

As if popular! reader isn’t completely meticulous when it comes to their image.

Looks like a bad boy but is an actual sweetheart. Your relationship started off as a transaction of sorts. Being the softie he is though he developed feelings. Quick. The masochist.

Is a whole ass push-over when it comes to you.

Now post break-up Justin is a bit of a freak.

Like I said in my previous post of his experience as your boyfriend, he has gone through shit.

Suddenly his grades are perfect. People are actually tolerating if not appreciating his presence.

He’s becoming a threat to your place as the ruler of the campus.

But unlike you his fans aren’t declined atrocious yet.

How does Popular! Reader feel about him? Not much really. Their whole relationship was a transaction to them. I can’t emphasize how much of an apathetic bitch I wrote reader to be ya’ll I’m sorry. But in order for their harem to thrive they gotta turn a blind eye.

In terms of Horni Levels it’s uh - not so bad. Once he lost his virginity to you (yes you took his virginity) he found it to be the best stress relief and got addicted. But he’s also super respectful of your boundaries.

That was when you were originally dating though. He’d probably pound you to oblivion if you ever got back together. Pent up horni does that.

Actually, that event might not even need them getting back together. I won’t be surprised if current Justin just takes you even with his relationship with Darling.

For your favorite, Darling De Leon [yan good girl] . . .

⚠️THIS IS THE PART WHERE IT’S DEFINITELY DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

Hella shy around you. You almost didn’t know she existed if it weren’t for her consistent placement as second. At least before Isabel came and Justin’s grades shot up.

She has a pretty shit past.

Has always been a little scared of you.

Extremely possessive. She had always been overshadowed by her siblings, and her time abroad without you had really shattered her self confidence. Although she’s deathly afraid her past actions would be revealed, she’s more scared of losing you to someone else.

She thought that by agreeing to date Justin, you’d think of him as disgusting for moving on so fast.

Definitely enjoyed her time on your lap a little too much.

Which brings me to Horni Levels.

If you think Justin is bad. Darling is just the worst out of all the yanderes. She’s the kinkiest one too. She has been saving herself for you, waiting for the time you corrupt her. Hoping that by that time, every obstacle has been removed.

The type to have you fuck her atop the corpses of her rivals kind of kinky. The type to fantasize about you using a knife and inserting in every way possible inside her type of kinky. The type of kinky to fuck your dead body or eat any and every part of you to fully make you two as one.

She’ll own you, dead or alive, one way or another.

How popular! reader feels about her is again, indifference. Maybe a little horni for her soft aesthetic and cute demeanor. Definitely plans to gobble her up once Justin is done playing pretend.

A character that hasn’t been mentioned yet is Isabel Labrador [yan! nerd]

Isabel used to go by the name Isaiah. She used to be pretty alright with being assigned male at birth until popular! reader suddenly announced one day that she’s more horni towards women.

She got disowned for transitioning, and like Darling, disappeared from your life for quite a bit that you forgot about her.

Similar to many of the harem members, she’s very pliant to your whims. She does many of the assignments and projects that aren’t worth your time or would lead to you lacking sleep.

Not like the professors assign you much.

A bit of a whiny brat. Used to be hella spoiled when she was younger so she’s a lot more outspoken when it comes to your sexual escapades. This leads to you beating her up the most out of everyone in the harem.

Popular! Reader is the only one who knows she’s a trans and is surprisingly very respectful about that part about her.

The two of you are mostly amicable.

Horni Levels: Pretty normal for a young adult. Loves to tease you by showing more skin sometimes. Though she always covers up when anyone else is in the picture.

Her hella religious upbringing made her pretty conservative about sex and all that but it’s often balls to the wall when they see you. Literally. Never knew she was into pegging til you took her one day.

How popular! reader feels about her? Mostly a means to an end. She’s the least careful when it comes to her simpery. It gets tiring having to discipline her every time but the angry sex makes up for it.

This one will be short since I plan on him and the rest to be minor characters. Nobody knows how Ricardo Peralta [yan! president] became the President with how much he hates your ass.

People who voted for him were probably like. ‘If a person who doesn’t even want [Y/N] became president. We won’t have a threat.’

Jokes on them he has more notes on you than the entire student body combined.

Boy is the Candace to your Phineas/Ferb. His entire mission is to bust your ass. (and for you to bust a nut in his-)

…

You don’t even know he exists.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST LET’S TALK ABOUT YOU.

It was almost as if you were made to be the apple of everyone’s eye. Not one person in campus could remember a time where they didn’t know you.

No, it was more like they didn’t want to. Why imagine a terrible era such as that?

A lot of the students from the college are spoiled brats that absolutely adored how cut throat you were. How you weren’t afraid to put them in their place unlike those push-overs they usually meet. Some were just drawn to your charisma and confidence.

Or well, just general fuckability.

People think you’re also rich but you just get a lot of stuff from the students with money.

Your birthday is a bloodbath and a half. You started celebrating it alone so that people wouldn’t see your reactions to the gifts. Both because you wanted to keep them guessing and ‘cause the person whose gift is liked will probably get murdered.

You have to routinely check for cameras or tracking devices.

It takes you every bit of your self control not to just twerk in front of the camera if not give it the finger by fucking someone who you know is innocent right in front of it. They don’t even get to see you properly in the angle.

You strategically use pussy as both a punishment and incentive.

It’s super effective!

It’s super effective.

You often use pussy to discipline or incentivize your harem. It’s super effective. At least, considering you haven’t been kidnapped and/or killed yet.

You’re a bit of a sadist.

Yeah you’re a bit of a sadist.

Popular! Reader uses pussy a lot to keep everyone in check. You’re used to giving your body away to get what you want that you’ve become numb to it.

No one is normal in this College. Not even you.

You don’t even know he exists.

[chubbycelebs]

My Chocolate Factory Experience (pt 4 -final part)

The doors open back to the world. We hear shouting and cheering and cameras flashing. We take a step forward and the crowd gasps. “What happened in there?” “My goodness they are huge!” “Is that Declan? Bloody hell he was so skinny. Look at that belly!” “Wow Jamie has packed it on. I’m surprised he can still fit into his clothes.” The audience reactions made us both laugh. 

3 months later…

*ding dong* The doorbell rings to my apartment. “Just leave it by the door!” I shout out. I hear the rustling of paper bags as the delivery man puts down by the front door. I don’t like to be seen much since leaving the factory. It’s propelled me and Jamie into fame and that’s not what either of us want. Inescapable fame. At the start after a week or two of us leaving, I would be walking around town and I’d have paparazzi following me everywhere. Snapping photos making the front page of the next morning magazine: “Declan fattened beyond belief” “That’s what you get when you gobble down sweets!” “New clothes, same waistline”. It was relentless. Didn’t help that I hadn’t heard from Jamie at all. I thought after I’d become some lazy fatty for him he’d stay with me but turns out he didn’t want any of it. I was walking around to try and lose some weight, possibly go back to my skinny twink body but that’s gone to shit. Due to all the paparazzi and the name calling and the shaming and the ignorance of it all I decided I’d just stay in my apartment. I was cursed with now having a diet of fast food that was delivered to my doorstep 3 to 6 times a day. Obviously this didn’t help my body. As I walked to the front door I caught a glimpse on the mirror by the stairs of my body. I was stood in my underwear as this was the only item of clothing that fit me now and even then dig deep and hard into my hips. My face looked like it had melted as my jawline was now one with my fat neck. My arms were thicker and jiggled if I moved them too fast. My chubby fingers which were only good for shoving food into my fat face now. My chest was soft and slightly dropping now, my nipples growing wider and more sensitive as my chest was becoming huge moobs. My belly was really rounding out now. It stuck out far and even started to sag round the top band of my underwear. My belly button was deep and my love handles were wide and wobbled at every move. My ass and thighs filled my underwear to the point they were pretty much see through, not that there was much to see now. My fat pad had grown and my huge dick was getting smaller by the day. my thickened legs held up my fat body as I plopped around my apartment. I slapped my belly and shook it as I turned round to get my food. “Fuck me” I thought. “What have I done to my self”. Obviously once the food was in my fat piggy hands, I spent the next few minutes stuffing my face full of it all. I got enough food to feed a family of 5 and yet my belly still yearned for more. That was something I had noticed leaving the factory: never being full since. I had spent so trying to make my self full again and nothing is filling me up like it used to. It was like the food at Wonka’s had transformed me into an ever eating machine, constantly wanting to stuff my face. As I finished my meal I gave my greasy belly a good shake and let out a deep belch that made my double chin shake.

As I was laying on my sofa, sausage fingers down my underwear trying to please my self, I noticed a pink folded under my tv that I hadn’t seen in ages. It was my photo book of all the people I used to stuff before I went to Wonkas. My heart skipped a beat with excitement as I reached for it. I had completely forgotten I had this little project. I opened it up. There were photos of so many fat men that I had stuffed right here in this apartment. I would get them to pose showing off their expanded bodies. My dick pushed tight against my restraining underwear. I could feel the pressure mounting. I flicked through them and noticed a few where I would get in the photo, both of us naked and showing the contrast between my twink body and their hog like bodies. I saw how tight my skin was over my abs, my neat pecks and toned arms and legs. I looked at how my belly rolled over onto the top of my thighs and my chest now sat atop my bulging belly like a tier cake. I really had become one of my hogs. I had a mix of guilt, sadness, embarrassment but also intense proudness, so turned on and satisfied that this is what I had turned into.

*ding dong* The doorbell? It was 12am and I hadn’t ordered any food. Or I don’t think I did. It was probably some journalists who wanted to talk to me about how I’ve let my self go and what happened how did I get to be so fucking huge. I decided to ignore it. *ding dong ding dong* there was a sense of urgency now. Not only was the door bell going but they were banging on the door to be let in. Usually journalists are much more polite, like to act sweet before they poke fun at you. This was someone different. I started standing up when I heard a huge rip in my underwear. “Oh shit. My last pair” I said reaching round to feel the damage. I had split them right down my arse and round to the bottom of my balls which were now starting to fall out of my underwear and on show. I started looking around frantically looking for something that would cover my body. All there were was old clothes that were split and covered in food. That’s when I notice the huge paper bag my food came in. I sighed as I realised what I had to do. I ripped a hole in the bottom of the bag and stepped into it. I wriggled it up until it got to my ass. I had to be careful here. I didn’t wanna rip it. I sucked in and clenched my ass as slipped the huge greasy paper bag over my fat body. It barely fit my body. I knew I couldn’t breathe out or the bag wound burst. The knocking and door bell ringing was getting more inpatient. “Alright I’m coming I’m coming shit” I said waddling to the door, trying not to rip it. I unlocked the door and was met with a familiar face. “Jamie” I said with a sigh. I let go of my breath. My belly fell forwards and the bag split right down the middle. My huge fat naked body was now on full display to Jamie. “Fuck I’m so sorry come in come in quick” I said rushing to cover my nob with my hands. I was fucked now. Nothing to cover me. But as Jamie came into the light, I noticed that all he was wearing was a huge sheet of black material and it was a large sheet as well. Now in the light I could see the two was bigger than when he left the factory 3 months ago. 

We made our way to the living room where we both sat down on the sofa. I felt I had to be the one to break the ice as I was the one sat naked across from him. “To get it out the way, yes I have put on some extra weight. I don’t like leaving the house and I’m always hungry so yes that’s why I’ve got tits now and sat naked across from you. How bout you then huh?” I ask not hiding the fact I was pissed off that we hadn’t spoke for 3 months and then he arrives at my apartment with no notice. I can see him fiddling with his fingers before taking off the large piece of black material. I thought I was fat. Jamie was huge. That chubby boy I met over 3 months ago was no more, I was in the presence of a hog. Jamie’s chest sat comfortably atop his huge gut which stuck out far and wide. It dropped over where his waist band would be. His ass was huge and covered in cellulite that carried on down his huge legs. “Well this is me Dec. I’m huge. And I can’t stop eating.”

“Oh my god” I say my mouth agape as I’m left to look at Jamie’s huge naked body on full display. My dick almost goes instantly hard and it was on show for him to see. I can see that even Jamie was getting turned on at this encounter, even though his dick was buried under all his fat. He truly did enjoy me fat. All those nights of me stressing about my expanding body was all for nothing because he still liked me fat. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders and a smile cracked across my face. 

“I didn’t get in contact because I was scared. I was scared that whatever happened in the factory was just gonna stay in the factory. I didn’t realise that you actually like me big. But as I kept eating and growing uncontrollably because of food in the factory well I knew I had to come see you. I must say though I thought you would’ve lost some of the weight so it’s nice to see you all soft and jiggly.” Jamie moves forward towards me. I feel my heart pounding as our bellies touch, the hairs on our guts stroking each others. 

“You’re such a fucking stupid pig Jamie” I say as I wrap my arms around him and make out with him. We spent the whole night eating, rubbing, jiggling, teasing, moaning, groaning and fucking. By the time the sun started to rise we both were covered in sweat, making out jiggly rolls glisten in the sunrise. We both laid on the floor panting and rubbing our very very full guts. Yet we still could eat more. “I’m still hungry Jamie” I say between gasps for air. 

“Me too. I’ve never been full since leaving the factory. Oh what I would do to go back there.” Jamie starts to rub his belly in circles. We sit in silence for a bit before an idea comes to mind. 

“Jamie. Why don’t we go tonight when it gets dark. Wonka said we could go back whenever we wanted and if it’s dark we don’t have to worry about people seeing us.” 

Jamie rolls over and looks at me, his belly spilling forward on the floor in front of him. “I’m down.”

We thought it be best to at least have clothes to wear as we wandered the streets to the factory. We ordered some to be delivered to our house in the biggest size we could get. Once they arrived we tried them on. My clothes fit me fine maybe even a bit big in places. The round shape of my belly could still be seen and my ass still made it clear it was there but other than that I was concealed. Jamie’s clothes were filled up a bit more. His shirt covered his huge belly but didn’t hide it. He was very clearly fat still. 

Nightfall came and we left the flat. We walked through the town and to the factory at the edge of the village. We got to the front gates. We didn’t really know what to do at this point. Didn’t know how to get in at this hour but then the creaking of the gates started sounding. They both opened and lead us through to the front door. The same happened here and the front door opened for us. Here was the familiar corridor we walked down before just now without any lights on. There was no one to be seen. Not any of 

Wonka’s workers or even the man him self. We decided just to let ourselves in. We walked down the corridor that 5 of us walked down before. I thought back to the others. How they were so fat and out of shape before and now they were even bigger. It felt like I had now taken their place. I felt my body jiggling with every step and thought back to how their bodies never stood still. I had really become one of those greedy fatties. My heart started to race as we got to the end of the corridor. If I had become one of them then what could happen to me on this room now. Would I blow up to be 1000 pounds of lard. Would I expand into a juicy horny blueberry begging to be touched and squeezed. What awaits me past these doors. 

Again as we reached the end of the corridor, the doors opened. The sweet filled meadow was dark, hard to see what was inside. Me and Jamie squeezed through the door, it being a much tighter fit than I remembered. We looked around the room. We could see the trees, some bushes and rocks, hear the sound of the chocolate river that filled the room with its scent. I felt my belly shake as it rumbled with hunger and heard the same happen to Jamie. As we moved forward into the room, a large mound started to appear right ahead of us. A huge mountain it seemed like. As we moved forward and the mound came into light it was clear what it was. It was all food. It was a huge mound of just sugary food. Cakes, waffles, cookies, chocolate, rolls, pastry’s, cream and more. It was huge. Me and Jamie looked at each other. We both grinned and ran towards the huge mound. 

This is what heaven must be like. I rolled in the thick cream as I took bite after bite of the soft moist cake I rest my body on. Oh everywhere I look there was food I could fill my belly with. Finally an endless supply of food that could satisfy my hunger. I kept chewing and swallowing and stuffing my face full of the food. I laid to rest for a second on a particular soft cookie and look over at Jamie. I see the joy in his face as he stuffs his face full of food. What I also see is his brand new clothes not fitting his expanding body. Right before my eyes I saw his belly swell forward and his shirt be unable to fit anymore. His ass pushed forward and the seams were stretched thin. Whatever food we were eating it was making us fatter and quicker. I looked down at my own body and it was true. My body filled my clothes to the point they were right on me now. I grabbed a handful of cream filled cookie and shoved it in my mouth and watched my stomach as I swallowed. I saw my belly push further out slightly and felt a breeze on my lower belly as the shirt rode up displaying my gut. “Oh fuck” I thought to my self. I looked around and saw how much food we had left to eat. I felt the hunger pang in my stomach. “Holy shit we are gonna be massive” I thought as my dick got hard at the thought. I dive back in head first and carry on filling my body with creamy fat. 

“DEC DEC HELP!” I heard shouting from across the mound of food. About half an hour had passed now. I poke my head out of a donut I was stuffing and look around for Jamie. After this long of stuffing my clothes had been reduced to scraps. I was now about 450 pounds of pure lard. My belly hung down onto my huge fat thighs. My chest was soft and my nipples huge and sensitive. I had grown to a size I never thought would be possible. I waddled over to where the shouting was. I turn a corner and see Jamie. 

“Jesus fucking christ” I say in shock. There lay Jamie. Now around 650 pounds. He was a huge mound of fat now. His limps waved in the air as he tried to move around but his belly was so huge and round filled with food that he couldn’t move at all. 

“Declan help. I’m so huge I can’t move please feed me. I need you.” I heard the pleading and  pain in his voice. He needed to be fed. My fat boy needed feeding. I waddled over and started feeding this hog with all the food I could. I of course kept on stuffing my face too. Couldn’t let Jamie have all the fun. We spent hours feeding each other every food there was. The mound got smaller and smaller until the last few crumbs were left as the sun started to rise. 

The main door to the room creaked open. “Right then workers. We’ve got a lot of food to get through today so best be… holy fucking shit…” Wonka had walked through the door with a few of his workers and saw what me and Jamie had become. Jamie was definitely 1500 pounds of pure fat. His body was round it was so filled with fat. He was truly the biggest guy anyone had ever seen. And my self well I was surely 1000 pounds if not more at this point. I too was propped up by my rounded fat figure. I’m sure it was a sight to see two huge fatties sat naked covered in food inside his factory. “No fucking way. That can’t be. Can it? Jamie?” Jamie grunted in response. “And no way that’s Declan” Wonka said walking towards us. I gave him a little wave with what mobility I had left in my body. “Holy fucking SHIT GUYS. You guys were the skinniest ones here a few months ago and now look at you lard arses. SHIT you greedy fuckers.” Wonkas mocking made me so horny and I can only imagine what Jamie is feeling too. “Well to be honest you saved the job of these workers. Bought them in today to eat all the food as I was getting rid of it but turns out you pigs did it for us. Saved these workers from a similar fate to what you now have.” The muscle clad workers looked slightly disappointed that their roles of eating and getting fat like me and Jamie were no more. “Oh don’t worry boys there’ll be more food.” Wonka said noticing their sad expressions. “Right well there’s only really one place for you two. You can be our big fat taste testers. You’d like that wouldn’t you. Stuffing your face with food all day long. Sounds good doesn’t it piggies.” Just then I felt hands on my soft body as I was rolled away. 

The trip to the taste testing facility was long and I was dizzy from the spinning. I let my eyes shut as the workers rolled my huge body down long corridors followed by Jamie. I could hear on multiple occasions the workers panicking because Jamie kept getting stuck he was so fat. This made me giggle to my self knowing that I would follow his same fat eventually. 

We finally made it to the huge vast room that was the taste testing room. I opened my eyes. The room was filled with huge fat people. All these huge orbs of lard were scattered across the room with a funnel attached to their mouths with food pumping inside of them. It was insane to see the scale of this room. How many people had Wonka causes to become so unhumanly fat. “So here we are my boys. The feeding room! Because you boys have spoiled your appetite and now will be hungry for the rest of your lives it’s best just to hook you up and feed you for life. Of course side effects do include getting fatter by the second but I have a hunch you boys won’t mind that.” My cheeks plush as I realise I will spend the rest of my life becoming one of the fattest people in the world. “So first Jamie let’s get you hooked up.” I see Jamie get moved into position and a funnel gets strapped into his mouth. A worker gives him a firm slap on the arse and the food starts pumping into his body. I can even hear a moan of satisfaction as he is filled with sweet food. “Right then Declan you next. I must say I never expected you to make your way down here.” I started to get moved into position. “You were so skinny before and loved feeding up fatty over there.” The funnel was out into my mouth. “But I guess you enjoyed being fed by that fatty too much and now look where you are. I hope it was worth it lard arse.” Wonka presses a button and the food started pouring into my mouth. 

I sat and thought about all the fat boys I’d fattened up. All were so desperate to be huge and fat. Some I grew to 250 pounds others I pushed to 500. I thought how jealous they would be to see me now. How after all that fattening they could never be as big as me. I had gone from a feeder to a huge fucking feedee and I loved it. Forever fattening up for eternity. 

Well this is the end of this story series. I have spent so long doing this story. Every part I put loads of effort in to make sure there was loads of details and nothing was missed so I really hope you all enjoyed it and can see the hard work I put into it. I know it’s taken a while to do but I do hope it’s been worth it. Let me know any story ideas anyone wants to see. Might just do short stories for a while now. Thank you guys for the support!

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Yesss please sam drake food/eating hcs?? Fave meals, hated meals, etc

It is with great joy and great belatedness that I post my first Uncharted piece in ages. Thank you for the lovely ask, anon. :)

⋆ Sam Drake - Eating Headcanons ⋆

Two words: scarcity mindset.

After running away from Saint Frances’s, to claim money was tight is to be telling some humorous bit, Money was borderline non-existent. And as such, came what the Drake boys do best: theft. 

Liquor stores were their easiest, and most consistent source. Sam still takes great pride in telling his many stories revolving around ‘cashier meet-cutes’ disguising their proudest heist to date: a 12-year-old Nathan smuggling canned goods under a moth-holed hoodie. 

Because of this, gas station snacks: twinkies, Lays chips, slurpees, etc. all tend to give him this simultaneous sense of nostalgia and nausea. Like when you’re eating eggs and all of a sudden, your body gags on the next bite.

But on an especially shitty day, expect him to be gobbling a Big Gulp and a half-frozen hot dog on the nearest street corner, with a half-smoked cigarette still sunken between his lips. It’s the way he wallows. 

Secretly wants you to tell him how bad that shit is for him so he has an excuse to snottily spat back “who the ‘ell cares?”. He finds pride in not caring about anything. (He cares about everything.)

Getting fast food at the drive-thru? Man waves you off a total of three times claiming he doesn’t want nothing before proceeding to eat half of your McNuggets without asking. He loves BBQ sauce and needs Tabasco on everything like it’s his will to live.

Big fan of spicy, sour, and tart, anything that makes your mouth pucker. Pretzels, salt and vinegar chips, cottage cheese, pickles, pineapple (😉). “What can I say? I admire a fruit that fights back!” — he snorts before taking a raw bite of a lemon, just to squirm you out.

Maybe a bit of the masochist in him. 

When he and Nate were able to get proper gigs (12-year-old Nathan: illegally, of course), they were able to progress to the simplest of grocery outlet options. Eggs, instant ramen packets, canned vegetables that were 9 out of 10 times eaten raw out of the can with a fork, and more nothing-but-toast-for-dinner than they’d want to admit).

Sam and Nate spent most of their childhood eating their dad’s scrambled eggs and microwaved peas. When their mom passed, and dad released them to the state, Sam decided he’d only ever eat over-easy again.

Nate still chooses scrambled. He asks for cheese and green onions to split the difference, but always ends up only eating half of it before the memories come too strong and he has to push his plate away. 

QUICK eater. MESSY eater. And I mean quick and messy. 

Will use as minimal cutlery as possible, and if disposable, even better.

A scooper. Tends to be a chronic careless spiller with how frequently he tries to funnel all the last crumbs into his mouth, how quickly he chugs even a glass of water. (Most shirts of his are stained as a result.)

Tends to wait till the last possible moment to eat or drink anything. Breakfast basically doesn’t exist to him. 

Spills more beverage down his chin and shirt than his mouth (but a wet t-shirt certainly isn’t the worst thing to happen. Especially not to Samuel Drake. ;)

Pizza order: Meat Lover’s with extra sausage. Maybe some green bell peppers when he finally compromises with Nate during movie night.

Never, ever orders (well, non-alcoholic) drinks when eating out. And only water when he finally lets himself cave. Otherwise, he’s stealing sips from the nearest patron’s Jarrito bottle (his favorite is Tamarind).

Doesn’t bother cleaning up his fruit peels or peanut shells, even around others. That shit’s going on the floor without a second look.

Surprisingly, a king and natural on the BBQ. Despite having so little in their childhood, Sam still tried to go hard on the holidays for Nathan’s sake. Fourth of July is still Nate’s favorite holiday exclusively because of Sam’s public park-smoked ribs and the long, bumpy motorcycle ride up the highest hill in whatever city they were currently loitering in, just to see the fireworks. 

A dive bar master. Nate always orders whatever grease-covered appetizer they got in the back. Sam purposely keeps his stomach empty so there’s more room for whiskey. (Since nobody asked, incredible at pool, and will offer any woman in a twenty foot circumference a lesson. Cue the leaning chest over back, cue stick fantasy.)

A love language that was a total surprise to him is his partner cooking/baking something just for him, especially if it’s from scratch. Gets that rare, soft look in his eyes as he watches them carefully place each steaming plate onto the table. And trust, he’s not looking at the food when it happens.

Loves his partner in an apron. Like… loves his partner in an apron.

Make him food, and as soon as it’s eaten, he’s eating you after. ;)

When he finally settles down post-Madagascar, it’s a fucking struggle to get him to go grocery shopping at all for the first few months. 

Self-punishment, maybe. 

Nathan buys them himself instead and leaves them on the porch of Sam’s trailer park home when he’s too depressed to answer the door. 

Basically has to be forced to eat actual meat and vegetables. For the first few months, he reverts and eats only familiar prison food. The same single pot of chili/beans for a whole week, half portions only for each meal. Uncooked canned carrots. Microwave popcorn when Nathan calls him asking if he’s eaten, and when Sam lies, it sounds more believable with the microwave droning in the background.

However, when he finally starts to pick himself back up, when he gets his first day job since prison, finally lets Nate buy him a used truck to get around, his first solo call from Sully, that’s when he finally starts to eat.

And when he finally feels like himself again, when he finally lets himself want to live again, the first hobby that Sam Drake takes up is cooking.

[improbable-outset]

Do you ever feel like you're going insane when you read smut that makes like ..no fucking sense for the character. Like when ppl write Kenji as if he's some sort of bad boy womanizer and it's not an au he's just like that and it's ..that is???? Not the same man from the movie??? Like yeye bad boys hot but that's a decently polite young man? He memorized all of the reporters names... And knows their favorite teams??? He literally packed his entire life and career because his mom asked him to. Like he only lost his cool under extreme sleep deprivation blatant harassment and the assumption that his father was dead. Tbh the fact he didn't go villain after he though Emi died. Kinda a testament to that man's good boy status. Cause love Miguel but he'd have snapped in that moment (might feel bad after but like that would be after the fact) actually Miguel would've snapped way sooner probably between being told to go back to America and baby getting hurt the first time.

Also aside from baseball stuff Kenji touches things very gently like minimum points of contact, he's terrified of breaking his surroundings people please stop asking him to choke you and choke him instead and call him a good boy. He needs the validation to thrive.

TL:DR

Ouff anon, when I received this ask in my inbox, the first thing I thought of was, “I really hope my writing doesn’t come off like this.”

Because while fanfiction gives writers the freedom to explore characters in various ways, I do think that there’s something special and more refreshing about honoring the complexity of characters and their flaws.

Fanfictions are meant to be fun and imaginative, but it can be jarring when a character’s entire personality gets altered for the sake of fitting a popular trope.

I understand where you’re coming from, though, anon. It’s common for characters to be written into a familiar trope like the ‘dominant bad boy’ even if it doesn’t fit their canon personality.

However, this isn’t something new. People have been doing this for a long time, and I think it’s influenced by platforms like Wattpad, where those kind of characters are super popular.

People gobble that shit up so fast. And it’s become more prominent now and I think it might be because of BokTok. (Don’t take my word for it, this is an extremely biased opinion)

People will apply that trope to attractive characters from different media, and it can often lead to the character being portrayed in a way that contradicts their established personality.

And you’re right, Kenji's softer, more respectful nature might get overwritten because people might prioritise their own fantasies over canon, which might make them feel out of place a litte.

My guess, self indulging.

He is polite and thoughtful, and he definitely has that ‘good boy’ energy like you said. Those small details that you’ve mentioned paint the picture of who he truly is, but sometimes can be lost in fanfics when the focus is on making him fit the bad boy role.

I’m gonna drop some headcanons here, but I think part of Kenji’s politeness came from the struggles he faced when he lived in LA— being made fun of for the way he talks, his culture, and the food he ate.

It makes sense that he might have developed some people-pleasing tendencies from that, almost gentle demeanor, especially on camera. He’s someone who doesn’t want to mess up and tries to stay composed because that’s what people expect from him.

You mentioned Miguel and how he might’ve snapped way sooner. But, you have to understand that Miguel isn’t like for no reason.

His intense emotions and anger is rooted in his guilt. He literally collapsed an entire dimension and accidentally committed omniscide by disrupting a canon unknowingly.

He’s angry and defensive because he doesn’t want to make that mistake again. His strict, no-nonsense attitude is a shield and a defence mechanism as he prevents another catastrophe.

I don’t want to make it seem like I’m comparing their traumas. Both men have their own issues and which makes them unique and shapes their character in different ways.

Kenji is dealing with the pressure of his strained relationship with his father, the expectations of taking over his Ultraman duties, and the lingering pain of being bullied and his absent mother.

Similarly, Miguel’s trauma of losing a dimension and disrupting a canon unknowingly fuels his strict personality.

The only reason I’m delving into Miguel is that he’s another character who often gets rewritten for the sake of thirst or popular tropes, (and mischaracterised for being aggressive) when in reality, his harshness is a product of his deep emotional scar.

And just because a character is attractive doesn’t mean we should ignore the layers that make them compelling.

Both Kenji and Miguel are rich characters to explore with emotional depth shaped by their past experiences.

And I think it’s important to understand and respect those complexities (unless it’s an AU), rather than moulding them into a trope that doesn’t align with their backstories.

Of course, fanfiction is about fandom’s creativity and self-indulging, and people are free to interpret characters how they like, but I understand the frustration when you come across a fic or a set of headcanons that feel out of place with the original character.

[onedayimgonnasnap]

How about dating hcs for Mephistopheles, and Raphael?

Obey Me Mephistopheles and Raphael Dating HCs

Disclaimer: These are just my HCs I don’t know much about these two.

I believe that Mephistopheles right off the bat likes to put things on a higher shelf so you can ask him for help. His ego is immediately boosted when you’re asking your boyfriend for help.

He gets super embarrassed asking you for anything, when he wants attention or is super needy he doesn’t say anything but looks at you when he thinks you’re not looking. If you look back he immediately turns his head blushing red.

You’re gonna have to ask for affection. But when he’s used to it, he will ask you or grab your hand when you’re both alone and kiss your fingers. He feels comfort from

This.

Mephistopheles seems like he’d hate PDA but feels so threatened by Lucifer’s presence he’d super fast like Sonic grabs your hand, enterwining your fingers together. He’s blushing a lot, and looking down in floor.

Mephistopheles also gets jealous easily due to insecurity, he’s afraid deep inside that you’ll abandon him too and he when he’s having those moods he wants to be alone and will shield himself to protect himself emotionally.

It takes a lot of communication and boundaries for both of you to be strong together, you both like eachother but communication is greatly appreciated.

For dates Mephistopheles likes to invite you to ride his horse with him, he will have you sit on the front while he has his arms wrapped around your waist keeping you balanced.

He also invites you to all of his horse races and equestrian competitions. He likes to kiss you for good luck before each match.

He doesn’t like to tell you out loud but he leaves small notes for you telling you that he’s extremely proud of you and sometimes leaves notes that looks like origami flowers that you have to unfold.

Some common dates for you both will be picnics or activities like daily walks outside, he likes the deep talk while having these small walks it makes his day.

For Raphael. At first he’s extremely closed off and stuff. You were first intimidated based on the brothers description of him being sadistic.

With the help of Luke introducing eachother you both slowly became friends then to lovers.

You were the first to confess, however Raphael who didn’t understand his feelings right away asked if you could wait and he eventually after a week accepted your feelings apologizing deeply.

He likes to stare at you sometimes, it’s not on purpose but he enjoys watching you be you. He finds you extremely charming and he gives off a small smile sometimes.

He is extremely overprotective of you, the moment he found out that some demons were being mean to you, you never saw them again and you earned a cringy Raphael.

He’s not overboard with PDA however he does like to lay his head on your shoulder and doesn’t see a big deal about it.

Sometimes he feels insecure about not understanding you a lot and from the advice from Leviathan; checks out romancé manga.

He basically takes the advice from the main leading males and applies it to himself and goes on forward.

He is dedicated to you, I feel like he’s not picky with your food. If your food taste like shit? He’s gobbling it up and leaving no crumbs on the plate. He likes Solomons food what do you expect?

He really likes listening to you talk about any of your hobbies, it’s really enjoyable for him to listen you be happy talking. He likes your voice, smile and laughter.

A specific date you guys would have is probably the movies, he wants to see more movies in general and enjoys watching them with you. He sometimes takes a glance at you every once in a while to get your reaction.

[botanikos]

Respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you’d like to get to know a little bit better.

Roleplayer name: Jude

Roleplayer pronouns: They/Them

Muse name(s): Stolas

Preferred communication: Discord doesn't gobble up messages, so that's truly the best place! However, I still try to answer tumblr IM's as well. I also have telegram if anyone wants it. . . . it's collecting dust!

Experience: Yikes, this dates back to when I was much younger, and before I even used the internet for roleplaying. I started off writing on pen and paper with my cousin and a bunch of friends. We would pass paper or journals back and forth, taking turns writing out scenes or responses from a variety of characters. Mostly, at those times, it was for Teen Titans, Naruto, Bleach, and a few others. I'm going to safely say that early high school was when I took it online, starting off on a couple of forums and chat rooms [ namely, Chatango ]. I frequently roleplayed via text message, email, and instant messengers. I still do this with like, one person via FB Messenger, lol. I occasionally roleplay on Discord, too.

Preferred roleplay type: I gravitate towards whatever my mood and energy seeks out. Unfortunately, I used to do things in a very organized manner, but that time has long since passed me. I am easily exhausted, distracted, and just. . . can't keep up! I prefer things with some substance, but I'm not strict on moving larger plots unless we've communicated it or have a larger goal in mind for our writing. I love just having fun and going with the flow! I'm open to most types, too, though I don't typically do single-liners unless it's like. . . me being goofy on the dash.

Pet peeves & dealbreakers: Automatic assumption of our characters knowing each other! Unless we have talked it over, or your muse is a canon character within the universe that he's interacted with, please don't do this! It makes me [ and Stolas ] uncomfortable!

Absolute dealbreaker - If you think Stolas is an abuser / disregard his being in an abusive relationship, my blog is NOT for you. I've made this clear a few times and wrote up a whole PSA for my portrayal!

Shipping - I've said it a few times, and I'm always willing to go over it for anyone curious, but my Stolas WILL NOT have any sexual or romantic interest in women. At most, if talked through with the other mun's, you'll get a little drunken flirtation. But there will be NO follow up. That being said, I can be a shipping whore [ affectionate ]. I love shipping! And if Stolas finds you attractive, then damn, he WILL flirt! However. . . . I will never just auto-ship with anyone, and I will be taking into consideration how Stolas would / wouldn't feel with your character. There needs to be some sort of interactions to base these things off of before we get into the big stuff. Again, though, if you see something that makes you tilt your head, it's probably because the mun and I have talked privately and are in cahoots with the idea!

Drama - Please don't pull me into it if it can be avoided. I am 30 years old, I did my time of tumblr dramas back in like, 2010. I am here for a good time, not a long time! If I gotta just up and leave, I will. Unless there is some serious shit I need to know, I will NOT be getting involved.

And one last dealbreaker. . . If you're treating this and your partners like there's a time limit, you definitely don't want to write with me! This is what I do for fun, to relax, to explore my writing abilities, sharpen them, and interact with people that don't exhaust me! So if you're going to put a time limit or anything of the sort on our interactions, I'm gonna' lose interest sooooo fast. Absolutely NOTHING I ever send or offer expires. You're also free to just delete it if you lost interest. That wonky ass 2am ask I sent you? Delete it if you don't wanna answer it!

Best time to write: The weekends, since I don't work. And, honestly, night time! It's when things are the calmest for me.

Are you like your muse? Do I gotta' answer this question? Yes, yes, I am like my muse. Stolas and I share quite a few similar qualities, both in terms of hobbies and interests, and emotional states. I have an excessive amount of plants, I love watching the stars, I have an unholy amount of books and love reading, I enjoy tea and intimate conversations. I've been in abusive living situations, I suffer from anxiety & depression, and while some people think highly of me, I think rather low of myself.

Tagged by; @strikers-saloon

Tagging; @flamesignite ; @witchysang ; @distortiism ; @lapetitemxrt ; @siriuslord ; & anyone else! Feel free to say I tagged you if you want.

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Hi :DD

I'm back because I have an idea, *evil facial expression*

How would Rusty and/or Bo react to an S/O who crochets and acts kinda like an old lady? (Makes sure they are/drank water, etc...)

Thank you for reading my request and thank you for being so tolerant<3

Have a great day/night,

PhantomCat 💜

Yesss thank you so much PhantomCat! Amazing as always!

Rusty Nail:

Oh he loves your affection, he loves how you bombard him with questions, and checking on him constantly.

Rusty just craves that shit, he won’t tell you that but he does.

He loves your Crocheting skills, he’ll lay under a half finished blanket (it’s really just covering his legs) while you crotchet and he’ll read or watch you. Sometimes he’ll check and get lost in watching you crochet.

You nag him to make sure he’s drinking water.

Sometimes he won’t take a sick day and you I drag him back to bed and cover him in blankets. You make his favorite soup and bring some water and crackers and feed him. In the beginning he was insistent he could feed himself but you give him this really REALLY hard stare and he just gives in.

When it’s cold he switches from a trucker hat to a hat you crocheted, and wears gloves you crocheted too.

He also wears a sweater you crocheted for him.

In his truck he has a big and small crocheted bird, they represent you two. Then there’s the little outfits you made for them and he does switch them out sometimes when he’s at a rest stop about to go to bed.

Whatever you make him he wears or shoes it off in pride. He loves his wife so much.

Rusty loves your baking, you make him cookies and little treats. You make all the meals too (only because you insist he doesn’t cook it right)

You swat his hands constantly with a spoon (could kill a fly with how fast your reflexes are)

You make him banana bread for the road and through a lot of resistance he manages to savor it throughout his job.

You squeeze his cheeks and kiss him all over. He always grumbles but gets you back by picking you up and giving you the same treatment.

Rusty loves that you act like a little old lady, he needs his affection and you give it to him on all the right ways.

-

Bo Sinclair:

He’s a little old man in himself. Always grumbling talking about how he can take care of himself.

Hates that you squeeze him in the cheek and always huffs around after.

You take such god care of him regardless.

You always ask if he’s taken care of himself, always have a glass of water and you watch him gulp it down so you know he’s hydrated.

You bake him stuff all the time and he gobbles that shit down. The baked goods are usually gone by the next day.

You swat his hands too with that wooden spoon and he always bitches about it. You scoff and kiss his knuckles before moving back to baking.

You make sure he’s in bed at a certain time, if he’s up later you push him to sleep in later so he can get his full 8-10 hours. (Though you’re no better)

You love squishing his face and kissing it, constantly. He honestly loves the attention but acts like he doesn’t. Bo’s heart just swells up at you.

Bo loves your crocheted blankets, when he gets a chance to nap, he will nap with them, makes sure they are out away so they don’t get blood on them. He also loves how they smell like you.

He loves watching you crochet, he’s tried it a few times but that magic ring trips him up so he’s given up (high key felt and that’s why I don’t crochet)

He has a crocheted wolf and bunny that sit next to each other in his shop. Doesn’t want to admit it but he switches out the clothes like every day cause it’s fun.

Wears all of the sweaters you make him and makes sure they’re put away nicely after.

Bo is stubborn so when he’s sick you usually grab him by the ear and drag him back to bed. Afterwards you make him a favorite soup, and bring a cup of water and some bread up so he eats. He takes the food in his mouth but bitches when he can’t feed himself. (Still loves getting attention though)

He loves you so much he loves that you’re like an old woman, little grandma and that means he’s a little grandpa just cause he said so.

-

Rusty and Bo:

They’re always picking at each other for either giving in or not giving in to your old ladyness.

It’s honestly funny at this point.

You made them matching sweaters and hats and have convinced them to wear it so you could take pictures. (You made a pair for yourself too.)

If one gets a baked good the other gets one too. That’s two banana breads, maybe even three if you want some.

Constant spoiling you the two and lots of kisses and hugs.

You made a chart cause sometimes you forget who you asked on about if they ate or drank water or slept or whatever.

Most of the time Bo’s isn’t filled out so you lecture him then ask.

Have to use two spoons for swatting. At one point Rusty just picked you up and moved you so the two could get some cookie batter.

They love you more than anything though and love getting smothered in your affections.

[dujour13]

That post yesterday about my Inquisitor got me to dust off an old wip from way back. Found this um. gem. Might as well throw it out here.

The Inquisition forces had found a good resting spot off the road some hours before sundown. While the company lolled in a forested glade on higher ground, soldiers watered their horses in a fast-flowing stream running under the ridge.

Dorian stood some distance from the others in the dappled shade of an oak, lost in thought, gazing out over the road and the lowlands beyond. Until his reverie was rudely interrupted.

“Ow! What did you do that for?” He rubbed the spot on his bare left arm where Sera had prodded him with a very sharp arrow.

“Keeping you on your toes. What if I was a demon? What then, hey?”

“Then I’d light you on fire. May do, next time.”

“What were you dreaming about? Or can I guess?”

“Oh I doubt that,” he said sweetly.

Sera grinned. “You’re arse over ears, you are.”

“I like him.”

“Too bad about the dumb scribbles on his face.”

“I find a touch of the exotic rather compelling.”

“Come on, it’s the hams.” Sera made a weighing motion with her hands. “That broad chest. That rippling muscle.”

“Indeed. You’d wonder why everyone seems so flustered about protecting him from me.”

Sera chewed her lip in thought. “I think, and this is my theory, that folks think it’s all hams where the brains ought to be.”

“They’re wrong. They treat him like he’s some sort of naive savage straight out of the virgin forest, easy prey for the likes of me.”

And as if on cue, the very savage appeared out of the brush, hailing them with a huge grin. “Look what I found.”

He held out his helmet. He had lined it with broad leaves and then used it to collect handfuls of dark purple berries, which, judging by the color of his tongue, he had already indulged in. “Have some.”

“Straight out of the forest,” Sera echoed.

Even while they gingerly tried a berry each, Alar gobbled a handful. “They’re good this late in the season but don’t eat too many,” he warned. “Clean you right out.”

Mistaking their grimaces as a response to his warning rather than the taste of the berries, he held out his helmet encouragingly. “The Dalish call them elbanar. I don’t know what you’d call them.”

Sera considered. “I’ll call them… ‘disgusting-berries-that-taste-like-shit-and-that-only-the-Dalish-would-eat. And-that-give-you-the-runs.’”

“Get back to camp, you,” Alar ordered. “They saw a rift a few miles to the east. We’re suiting up to go close it before nightfall.”

“In other words, shut your fade rift.” Dorian looked smug.

“Oh ha ha,” Sera mocked. “I get it. I’ll just go back to camp and let you two ‘suit each other up’ then.”

When she was gone Dorian wiped the purple stains on his fingers onto Alar’s sleeve. “Go easy won’t you? I thought you said they were brutal on the digestion.”

“I have a strong stomach,” Alar replied through a mouthful. “Only met my match once. Ferelden cheese.”

“Maker. Whatever possessed you to eat that?”

“Flirting with Cullen,” Alar admitted, tossing the remainder of the berries out of his helmet with a sheepish shrug.

“That’s ill-advised in so many ways I don’t know where to begin mocking you. Got just what you deserved at any rate.”

“It was back when all this started. I was lonely.”

[quiveringdeer]

Hello Nat 🥰Currently chewing on an idea I’d like to share. Imagine being Overhaul’s pretty wife and when Shigaraki wrecks his shit he decides to take you for himself. Hyping himself up as the biggest baddest villain and giving you this speech about how you’re HIS woman now instead and that if you make sure to please him your life will be good. And he’s fantasizing to himself about this power dynamic and about having you desperate and on your knees for him and so on. Only to turn beet red and start stammering and stuttering when you nod your head and take his arm in yours. He’s practically combusting on the way back to the League with you that close to him and when you speak to him to ask him something his voice even cracks. In front of everyone. And when you sit nicely in his lap he can’t stop himself from cumming in his pants on the spot. And from that point on he can’t even touch you or really be near you without turning into a shaky, sweaty, blushing mess. Because as it turns out, he’s the biggest, most anxious and touch-starved virgin and his plans of dominating you and keeping you in an iron grip as his prize from Overhaul quickly go out the window. Because he can’t so much as touch you without having a heart attack, getting an aching erection, or both. It ends up being YOU being the one to have to initiate any contact with Tomura because, as much as he’d like to, he just, can’t. And it befuddles him that you’d even bother doing that bc of the whole, cutting your husbands arms off and kidnapping you to be his thing. He doesn’t realize that your life with Kai was extremely suffocating. Or that you have more freedom with the League than you ever did with the Shie Hassaikai. All he knows is that he’s desperate for your touch and your praise and that instead of putting a leash on you, you’re starting to put a leash on HIM 🥰

I can't believe I nearly doubted how in sync our minds usually are! Forgive me my beloved Tado!! 😭

Cause at first I was like, hmmm I don't really see Shiggy being all forward and demanding like that 😕 BUT THEN you fit me with the reality, which is that man was lying his ass off trynna fake it till he makes it and

YAAAAAAAAAAAAS ALL OF THIIIIIIIS

Gosh the way I'd gobble him up like no tomorrow!! 🤩🤩🤩

Uuugh the way he's soooo deprived of ALL contact and you just swoop your arm around his!!! okay but this also hits me deep cause all I wanna do since finishing the seasons is pamper him!! Like get this babe some rejuvenating moisturizers, oat milk bath soaks, we're only doing bubble baths from now on and he's gonna sit between my legs while I deepcondition his hair or just play with it in general!

oooo gosh okay the image of tomura with his hair pulled up and a lil bronze butterfly broach clipped on the back just hit me for some reason I dunno this is devolving fast but honestly this would all be so great!!

We got away from Kai and now we just need to figure out how to get Tomura from under AFO's thumb and everything will be golden 😌

[bucketspammer4life]

Random Punch Out Headcanons: Branch B Edition

hey besties, im back with another dumb post

- Heike has a 100 step hair care routine he does almost everyday, he has quite a lot of hair care sponsors and makes a lot of money from it, he has a secret ingredient he uses to make his hair so strong that he got from hoy quarlow, but hes gatekeeping it

- Narcis is EXTREMELY scared of getting wrinkles & looking old, he has a anti aging routine that he does literally everyday, no breaks, three times a day, he once got some gray strands in his hair from stressing about it and screamed for 2 hours

- Rick & Nick are always up to some truly evil shit, they'll usually tamper with peoples lockers by putting fake cockroaches into them with strings attached to the door or steal some of heike & mad clown's face paint

- dragon chan is a very good climber, thanks to him having strong legs and a good grip, he sometimes climbs up on walls to kill bugs for heike since hes absolutely TERRIFIED of them, doesnt matter what kind it is

- mad clown's balls (GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER WE'RE TALKING ABOUT THE ONES HE JUGGLES) are actually filled with a variety of things, ranging from harmless stuff like: cotton, feathers, water, air to actual threats including but not limited to: concrete, spoiled milk, moldy bread and spiders (his favorite!)

- piston hurricane is a very fast talker & people sometimes cant keep up with him, after a certain point it sounds like hes casting a spell on you

- if anyone asks why hes so healthy while being as old as a fossil hoy quarlow will either say that he ate his vegetables, got away from stressful enviroments and fought the grim reaper hand to hand

- Masked Muscle has a GODLY spice tolerance, you can hand that man a carolina reaper and he'll gobble it up like its nothing and ask for another

[frimoussette88]

Alors j'espère qu'un jour je pourrais faire l'amour À une personne sincère qui n'me jouera pas d'tour J'en ai vraiment assez de donner sans retour J'suis saoulé d'm'aimer, moi sans l'âme-sœur, c'est lourd Mais sachez tout de même que sur scène, grâce à vous J'ai l'impression d'être loin de ce monde de fous Car j'écris quand j'me plante Et je ris quand je danse Et je vis quand je chante Et, pour tout ça, j'te dis merci

Mr/Mme - Loïc Nottet (x)

(approximative translation of the song under the cut)

Mr/Ms

Good evening, Sir, Madam, today, I'll tell you everyting I prefer to address you familiarly 'cause I don't like formalities I find that they age people and I want to stay young A kid for life, without tissues nor screams So, here we go, I'll tell you everyting about the drama that I'm living Every day in hell, this is where I stand I'd like to go away, escape far away from everything From this crazy world, to go I don't know where

This world strangles me, crushes me and burns me Destroys me, prevents me from living in my bubble So I would like to leave, far from everything, just flee Let me run far away, leaving this world to be banished If God says suicide is a sin, then Let him tell me how to go without hurting him Let him turn me into what doctors call "insane" And, then, maybe I'll see clear in this fog

So, dear Mr G, help me, love me 'Cause I can't make it in this world that I see In this world of struggle where men are just brutes Where love is nothing more than quarells and disputes

I'd like to write a world for myself, a planet just for me A planet on which I would feel like myself A chainless renewal, free from hatred A planeton which you'd give me wings A new universe where tears and sorrows Would only be myths, just a fucking urban legend So let me go away Tell me how to run away Enough questions asked, just let me be, I want to leave it all

The only thing that I like in your creation of Man Is that he can dream every night, just like kids Wether we're old, young, naughthy, nice or even ugly We have the right to dream even with nothing in our pockets As a beggar, I implore the evening, I beg for hope But the night is stingy, Madam keeps her morphine Because I didn't pay or, at least, not enough Born of parents without wealth, she denies me the moon Since, of course, in this world we can't live without these numbers Which your children have turned into evil monsters Every month, you earn some Every day, you loose some The bill is steep, I'm giving it back and leaving hell

It's true, I may be admitting I'm defeated, I admit it, I own up to it Life's eating me up with a nasty taste of bitterness So hear me scream, pour all of my guts out In this song that recounts the life of pessimist idiot I feel fucking lonely No one to hold my hand No one to share this fucking glory with I walk alone on this hopeless path I speed up but no one is waiting for me at the end

So, every night I drink, I get shit-faced To forget that, in the end, succes gets you lonely Few friends, no life, I'm trapped with no air Lots of ennemies, no more nights out, God I need a guide Some morons will say that I'm exagerating, that I'm making a fuss But fuck those assholes 'cause I'm young and I'm struggling In my head, it's chaos Who turned the light off? Mom I can't see clear anymore, I need some enlightenment

First comes happiness when you feed your heart With true love that soothes your pains You forget your misfortune but, in the end, it's just a decoy In this jerks' generation, filled with liars Once your heart is broken, no need to summon it Loneliness barges in, it comes fast to find you It doesn't wait for you to open the door. No! It comes in without knocking Your blues are a snack for it to gobble up

So, who are you? Deep down, do you know? 'Cause I don't know who I am anymore, I'm lost My ambition is great, hard to satisfy My happiness holds a bitter flavor So, Sir, Madam, I admit it, I'm miserable And yet I'm living off my childhood dream But I can't help it, there's always something missing This and that, over there, always more, this is how I am

So I hope that someday I'll get to make love to a sincere person who won't play tricks on me I'm really fed up of giving without getting anything back I'm sick and tired of loving myself, being without a soulmate is unbearable But even so, know that on stage, thanks to you guys I feel like I'm far away from this crazy world 'Cause I write when I mess up And I laugh when I dance And I live when I sing And for all of that, I tell you: Thank you!

[thegnomelord]

i haven't stopped thinking about ur Good Dog one-shot and i gobbled that shit up so fast and it's totally up to you, since you're the writer, but i would absolutely love to read good dog if it were made into a fic

that shit got me acting like a damn dog

-🦥 (im also choosing this for myself)

Lol whelp at this point I've basically made up my mind that I'm gonna continue it into a long fic.

Also me just giving everyone puppyplay kinks like

[withonly-sweetheart]

Hii >:) I saw falling asks so… 1, 8, 19 and 5

love autumn 🫶🏻 I hope you are warm and doing well

-🦈 anon

UGH IM ANSWERING THIS FROM MY IMAC THREE DAYS LATE CAUSE ITS NOT SHOWING UP ON MY MACBOOK OR PHONE...

BUT ERM HIHIHIHI HOPE UR HAVING A GREAT DAY TUMBLR CAN SUCK ITS BALLS AND ILY SHARK ANON <333

1. what is your favourite thing about the fall?

ngl it's the colors and how much i get inspired by them i swear i write so much during the fall and then winter i die but aside from that i think it's just the air... like how relaxing everything is?? i give no shits during fall but then every other season i will bark at you

5. do you prefer horror, mystery, thriller...?

thrillers for sure because its always a surprise when i cant predict the outcome of a situation that seems really easy to read, yk?? i love situational irony so so much so like im not dry trust im just... well... uhm... ANYWAYS ngl mysteries are too drawn out for me like personally i like to think of myself as a fast person and if somethings too slow i get bored REALLY easily which is why mystery is a big no... UNLESS ITS REALLY REALLY GOOD LIKE AGGGTM AND OOUIL ANDSIEWRIOUWERIO OMGMGMGMG THOSE WERE ACTUALLY MID BRO... but my fav mystery will always be we were liars... holy shit why am i one of those teenage girls that love reading the booktok books and say im a reading girlie I AM A MATURE ADULT. I READ GOOD CONTENT (like fanfictions on here...) hehehe

8. do you like to read scary stories?

YES I DOOOOO omg i remember in middle school once i read this book i got at the book fair i think it was called "hide and seeker" holy shit that was actually traumatizing i did not play hide and seek for a straight seven months or some shit i was so scared i would get teleported to a world without kakashi hatake (my biggest nightmare at the time... yes i was a naruto kid fight me)

19. favourite candy?

skittles. but i also adore three musketeers and snickers and sweet tart ropes... am i a fatass i would eat any candy that comes my way nglllll im gobbling up my siblings' haul for halloween when i visit...

IM SUPER WARM RN WRAPPED IN A BLANKET AT MY DESK TYPING THIS OUT HEHEHE TYSM FOR COMING BY THE INBOXXXX LOVE U SMMM!!!

[bitchy-peachy]

Update:

One of my tenants is a nurse and she's gonna help teach me how to put special shots on my stomach (my doctor prescribed shots to deal with my chemo better).

My pharmacy delivered the shots home personally and now they're in the fridge waiting for tomorrow.

I have chemo on Monday so yay I guess.

Sorry I haven't talked to anybody but I'm trying to learn how to calm myself down cos my drug induced depression really made me asocial af.

Thanks to my studies I know what's my real emotions and what are drug induced ones. I would never recommend self-diagnosis but considering the knowledge I have... yeah, I went down that route and gave my self-diagnosis to a psychiatrist as well as a med list i believed would help me and she listened to me unlike the male doctor I was given the first time.

So I'm on my way to getting better.

My steroids caused me the most hard-core depression that my teen suicidal tendencies had returned with a vengeance so bad that my head doctor had to take me off steroids earlier than expected.

I'm getting better now but now I'm starting to feel my REAL depression. No suicidal tendencies or anything... just feeling very exhausted and unworthy of the care I'm getting cos people are too damned good to my messy ass and i don't know how to handle kindness so i cry like an idiot.

It'll take awhile for the effects of the steroids to be completely out of my system and my prescribed meds to start finally kicking in so I'll be gloomy for awhile longer. (Weeks or months even. This is why I hate steroids)

I wanna handle this depression first before resuming my regular social activities again cos I feel like I'm unintentionally dragging people down into my misery and I feel even worse for it.

I don't want pretend to be happy. I want genuine happiness. My family knows when I'm faking shit. They don't like it and call me out pretty fast.

I'll need to take my percocet at 10 cos my doctor wasn't around all week and couldn't give me the pain patches that really took my hip pain away like a switch.

Strangely I'm walking better and am managing to cook, but I need my roller walker to move but I'm doing a lot stuff on my own. (Still need some assistance but not as much as before so that's good I guess)

The pain is bad when I wake up, sit on the edge of the bed and stand up. After that if I'm walking or standing for awhile... I'm fine.

Made Luthian and I some Mediterranean sandwiches since I've changed my diet for a "cancer friendly" one and we were by ourselves in the house. Turns out Luthian loves my diet so every time I say I'm preparing something, they ask me to make extra and they gobble it all up. First time I've seen them eat that fast. 🤣 Gotta sneak out of my room to make us more food since relatives don't want me outta my bed. If I had gotten busted I wouldn't been allowed to cook, lol. I like cooking new recipes as soon as I learn them (found a sweet soup dumpling recipe I wanna try. I can't fry them but I can boil for my soups and homemade sauces)

That's a good food for Luthian too. These diets not only fight cancers but also prevents them so my kid being healthier makes me a lot calmer. They tend to be picky with food and now they eat and leave the plate clean... so I guess my kid just needed different foods with different spices.

Unto other things: My arms get tired quickly but it's cos I'm using them a lot. 😔😥 I need the exercise and I know it but damn my shoulders pop so loud whenever I roll them after doing strenuous activities. My whole skeleton is an orchestra.

Then there's the tiredness.

Like "lifting my whole body weight with my noodle arms" kinda tired. (Quite literally. I'm like teke-teke lifting my entire body, useless leg and all, with my arms. If i start walking with my hands only i know Luthian would hate my guts cos they fear teke-teke big time)

Anyways, my pills are giving me hot flashes again and I feel strangely horny by myself in here. I'm hoping it passes quickly cos I know it's another drug induced thing.

Like what's up with that? My doctor told me my estrogen restricting pills could take or lower my libido completely due to early menopause (It stopped my period since last year)...

Another doctor told me I could have a different reaction sexually... like a higher sex drive despite no longer ovulating since every woman takes to hormone treatments differently.

These reactions are so damned weird.

Well that's all for now. Hopefully my chemo on Monday won't fuck me up like the last one that literally gave me a severe gastritis that had me hospitalized for 8 days. (No freaking joke. That's why I lost 40 pounds so fast. 😭)

PS: checked my newest percocet instructions and the doc had actually upped it to twice the dose in less time. Damn, I must have looked like shit... my family said I'm looking better since getting my gastritis taken care off but the doctor really went "you need stronger meds asap!"

Took them properly now. Within 40 or so minutes I'll feel numb af. Might bother people on whatsapp until I pass out. I get chatty af when on pain meds.