#got a bit overwhelmed with the first one - all the stuff and the decisions and quests and side quests

[danikatze]

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Haven't finished the first run yet, but I made a new bg3 character.. Their name is Russet Cuprum, Russ for short :3 (brown and teal like rusted copper is one of my fave colour combos) They're a barbarian but also a Soft Boi ™️

[calummss]

dating 90s/00s eminem …

masterlist 𓆩♱𓆪

kim and hailie don’t exist in this universe

start and development of relationship

i definitely imagine him to take notice of you at one of the underground rap battles roughly 1992/1993

your friend who was interested in going dragged you along one night cause they were really into rap and hip hop

and there you saw him! the one and only marshall marthers destroying every opponent that stood before him

after the battles came to an end you were already attracted to him and tried to get to him to talk to him

here’s how i think it would go:

‘hey, i just wanted to tell you that you absolutely killed it on stage. it’s my first time here so i lack certain knowledge but i know enough to know that you have an incredible talent’

‘thank you. your first time? what’s your name?’

‘y/n’

‘eminem. marshall mathers’

i imagine you to awkwardly shake hands. like i know you’re in the detroit underground scene but neither of you knew how to proceed

‘i hope this won’t be a shot in the dark but can i give you my number?’ your mind literally racing

‘sure, i’ll give you a call if i’m interested’

THIS MAN TURNS AROUND AND DIALS YOUR NUMBER AND LETS YOU ANSWER!! turning around with a smirk and just straight up low key flirting with you

he was embarrassed to bring you to his home but you eventually just showed up one day cause he wasn’t returning calls—you reassured him that you didn’t care and let slip that you loved him no matter what

marshall was definitely a bit overwhelmed at first and took him like a minute to snap out of his trance because it was most likely the first time he truly felt loved, appreciated and cared for

you supported him and his music until he was eventually signed

everyone was confused why you stayed with a man who wrote violent lyrics especially about his wife so you had to explain over and over again that the wife was fictional

and everyone that truly knew marshall knew that he would never lay a hand on you. he would rather d!e than hurt you

three years after you meet you become pregnant and were scared he was going to leave (news flash he didn’t)

he reassured you that if you wanted to keep the baby that you two would figure it out and that he would and could never ever leave your side

you married quick and definitely rushed it but it proved to be the best decision you made including keeping the baby

this lead to the birth of your beautiful daughter—for some reason the name romy jane won’t leave my mind so i’ll just leave it at that

anyway you blink and stardom surrounds marshall

a few hiccups occurred during the relationship but nothing major and you always managed to talk things trough

what the relationship would include

his hand would alway be on your waist! no matter if you’re on his lap, standing next to him or whatever, his hand will be at its rightful place

i believe he prefers cheek and jaw kisses. he loves a good forehead kiss and hand kiss when he’s emotional and talking to you about certain struggles

speaking of struggles; he would always and i mean always put on his strong persona for you but sometimes his walls would crumble and would cry into your shoulder holding you so tight like you’re about to slip from his grasp

you would make appearances in a few music videos

he would also prefer to be in the studio alone but brings you along when all demos are done to get your opinion because he values it a lot (low key more than dres)

of course you would be his main inspiration for a lot of songs, also you daughter, because he admires both of you so much

marshall is 100% a very jealous and possessive man. not overbearing but maybe a little more intense than the average man? he trusts you fully but not others. he doesn’t forbid you of anything but will always say and do stuff to let others know that you’re off limits

i imagine after you got married he got a tattoo of your face or name on his chest like right over his heart

likes holding hands in public and an occasional kiss but nothing more. he prefers his affection to be reserved for only you and not the world

ONLY refers to you as ‘my girl’. when he’s with friends he’d say stuff like ‘yo, where is my girl?’. and others would also refer to you as ‘his girl’. at one point you just got the nickname ‘slim’s girl’ or ‘shady’s girl’ depending on which you prefer

tries to keep you away from hollywood and only goes for recordings, shows etc. when he’s done you both leave for detroit to lead a somewhat quiet life

definitely will buy you a lot of gifts. sometimes expensive or cheap; something that reminds him of you or something he knows you want. he just feels like showering you with gifts. his love language is giving gifts or acts of service. he will watch your favourite show just because you like it

em will always thank you in his speeches!! something along the lines of ‘first of all thank you to dr. dre and my two beautiful girls who i love with my entire heart. you two are my world, i love you!’

but like you don’t understand he will always thank you. he could win a life time supply of soap and he would say your name with pride…he’s just so grateful to have you and to be able to call you family

would hold your bag/bags for you. marshall gives you princess treatment without realising bc he genuinely wants to do it. he will snatch those bags out of your hands before you can protest

when other artists or people take your name or your daughter’s name into their mouths with negative connotations you best believe em will rip them apart, so most people will never attack you or romy bc it’s a death sentence

people can call him lame, bad rapper, ugly, whatever they feel like but as soon as anyone mentions a hair on you or romy’s bodies…it’s over. careers are shredded…you love it though

if you are a girl who likes to get her nails done this is for you; at first you started asking him to choose a design and colour and at first he was confused but he learned to love it especially when you scratched his head or your hands around his yknow what…he even once tried to design some and you got it done

the sex is a mix of mildy rough and vanilla. sometimes you both need something a little more “agressive” but he also needs a calm session. i see it kind as a light switch: it’s either rough or vanilla, occasionally you mix it but it turns out one way or another

also the man is a sucker (pun) for head. like he loves your mouth on him. i genuinely believes it’s in his top 2 favourite sexual activities (don’t deny it i’m right)

extra: if you love marshall right and you two work, it will be both of yours best love, but if things don’t work they can quickly turn into a relationship from hell

[gilverrwrites]

A Roy with 🥺✊❤️🎇🙈🛏️

🥺 first time headcanon

Roy had been lusting after you for so long, that the first time you banged it out, he took it as confirmation of a full-on relationship. He’s not dumb, he’s been around the block, he's had many a one-night stand or a friends-with-benefits situation, but for some reason, the moment you climbed into his bed, something in his brain clicked and he unconsciously decided then and there that you weren’t getting back out.

When he tells the story he makes a joke out of it, says you fucked him so good he just had to commit, but that’s not quite true. The decision had been made the moment you looked at him from your perch on his pillows with those beautiful captivate eyes he’d been dreaming about for months.

✊ masturbation headcanon

Big fan of porn. When things like Onlyfans and Pornhub partner programs became more mainstream he didn’t hesitate to start paying for his porn (sometimes detrimentally, when he’s at his worst), but he’d always been a gooner. When you started sleeping together, he gave it up, but he pesters you constantly to let him film the two of you doing it.

Don’t worry babe, he won't get your face in it. If anybody miraculously managed to get a hold of it, they’d never know it was the two of you.

He needs it for when you’re apart. He absolutely cannot go more than a couple of days without jacking off to photos of your naked body, to audio clips of you saying his name over and over. He’s dramatic af and you’re so cruel for making him go without.

❤️ making love headcanon

Roy's got a high libido, he’ll find any excuse to fuck you, cute outfit, sexy music, the dropped hat, anything. But there’s something about seeing you acting all domestic with Lian that makes him not want to fuck you, but to make love to you.

Finding the two of you laughing over a breakfast you’ve made together, seeing Lian come to you to ask for help or advice without fear or doubt, watching you bond over a shared interest or job that needs two pairs of hands.

Call it baby fever, or brooding, or any other name, but watching you step-parent is enough to make him smitten every time, and as soon as he gets you alone he’s kissing you so tenderly, leading you to the softest surface in the vicinity as he unbuttons your pants real slow. Telling you the whole time how amazing you are, how he’ll never get over you, how he wants to be with you forever.

🎇 orgasm headcanon   

His hips have a mind of their own when Roy reaches orgasm. He loses any and all control. If you’re on top, it’s legitimately like riding a mechanical bull, and he’s got the crescent-shaped bruises along the backs of his shoulders to prove it. From the second he feels himself hitting his peak, his hips start going buck wild, all the muscles from the waist down growing tight as he fucks you in a frenzy. Even the softer, slower session usually ends in the room being filled with the fierce sound of your skin smacking together as he ruts into you like it’s the last time he’ll ever cum.

🙈 something they’re shy about asking for

As previously mentioned, Roy has spent a lot of time browsing pornsites, he’s seen some stuff, and it’s only natural to be curious, to want to try it for yourself. He worries though, about asking for too much too soon, that it might overwhelm you, or make you think of him in a new light. He’s not a totally depraved pervert, okay... maybe he is, sometimes. He doesn’t want that fact to put you off him, so instead he spreads out his fantasies, and makes sure to enquire about your kinks in-between so as not to seem demanding.

You already know of course, and you do your bit to remind him that you’ll love him no matter what, that you’re down to try most things, but otherwise, you’ll just have to wait until he’s ready to file his next request.  

🛏️ soft sex headcanon

When you’re doing it softly, you really are doing it soft (sans Roy’s orgasm). Specifically, if you’re feeling blue, but horny. Roy’s gonna wrap you up in an oversized hoodie, or blanket, or anything big and cosy. He’s gonna hold you so delicately, and do all the work; long, lazy thrusts, from tip to hilt, countless gentle kisses to your favourite spots, a smile on his face every time you look at him, all while he coos in your ear, whatever praise or comfort you need to hear, all of it straight from the heart.

Bonus, cause there wasn’t a prompt that covers this and I wanted to talk about it

Roy goes nuts for tanlines. There’s just something crazy sexy about it to him, when you strip off and he can see the outline of whatever tiny piece/s of swimwear you’ve been wearing. Or when your clothes ride up, and he can just see a peak of the contrasting line where the darker skin meats your natural colour. He’s enamoured and he’ll drop whatever he’s doing to trace those strokes with his tongue.   

Smut emoji prompt requests are now closed.

[theabigailthorn]

Hey I’ve been a fan for a little while now, and I just wanted to say that you’ve been an inspiration for me, a younger transfemme. But I do wanna also ask: what’s it like being a trans woman with her life together? I’m 19 (as of sending), been on hrt for almost 5 months, and have been trans for a year and change. But I’m scared. So, I guess, I wanted to ask: does being trans ever become the norm, my baseline? What’s it like after 2-3 years? And does it get any less confusing or scary?

I think there are a few things going on here.

I don't have my life together as much as it might seem; I just don't show you all the ways it's not. I don't talk publicly about the auditions I don't get, or the things I try and fail at, or the insecurities in my own head that hold me back sometimes, or the handful of decisions I've made that were bad calls and which still keep me up occasionally. I've talked about trauma and mental illness in the past, but I only ever discuss stuff I'm comfortably over - when I'm overwhelmed or in the middle of a crisis I don't post about it. I don't set out to deceive you by presenting myself that way, I just keep my most private stuff private. Everybody has failures and regrets and insecurities: "it's a sign of having lived," as my friend Phoebe told me today. But you see a curated version of me that appears not only more together than the real person, but more together than any real person.

Also, if you're 19 a lot of your life hasn't been in your control until pretty recently and a lot of it still might not be. I'd say it's okay to not feel like you have it all together. You just transitioned, which I think is one of the hardest things a human being can do: you can give yourself credit for that even if you feel like you're not settled into it yet. Congratulations!

As for it becoming the baseline, I mean yeah? Kinda? At least for me. Sometimes I forget. I had a moment today in the gym where I saw a man and I was like "Oh yeah, I used to be one of them, sortof? Weird!" The first year is the hardest, or so they say. I wouldn't say I get less confused or scared now, just scared and confused in different ways. I worry less about getting attacked in the street than I did in my first year, for example. (I'm lucky and privileged in that regard.) But I worry a lot more about other people. I struggle a lot with survivor's guilt, which is something only people who survive get! Anyone who's had a drink with me in the last six months has heard me beat myself up because the night of The Prince premiere in New York was the night of Brianna Taylor's vigil in the UK. That wasn't a deliberate decision - the premiere was booked and paid for months before she was even killed - but I've become a lot more sensitive to those sorts of feelings precisely because I spend less time worrying about myself. I'm more aware now of what my transness means for other people. Like, I made an ironic joke when I came out that I'd become The Transgender Princess of TERF Island, and it's kindof haunted me since - I didn't set out to become "a famous trans person" but it's happened a little bit and it's going to happen a lot more next year. That comes with serious responsibilities and a few mild drawbacks, as well as perks, obviously. So I guess that's a longwinded way of saying I might be a weird person to ask this question because, at least for right now, my transness, my whole self, doesn't just belong to me.

Oh also, some great advice I got from my friends: Paris: "Only change the things that bother you on your good days," and Mattie: "Don't believe anything you think about your life after 9pm."

[lucy90712]

Baking- Pedri

"I want to make a cake" I announced just to Pedri who was sat next to me 

"Since when do you bake?" He questioned 

"I mean I don't but that doesn't mean I can't I've baked before" I said 

"What type of cake do you want to make?" He asked 

"I was thinking just a regular sponge cake but I was going to decorate it to make it all pretty" I said 

"Let's do it then" he said 

"Wait you want to help me" I said 

"Of course" he said pulling me up from the sofa 

First I looked up a recipe and made a list of the things we needed so we could go and get them. We had some of the ingredients at home already but we needed some sugar and stuff to decorate the cake. Once we arrived at the store I was reminded why I always go without Pedri and that's because he's a nightmare, he wanted to go down every aisle and I had to remind him numerous times that he can't eat half the things in the store but eventually we made it to the baking aisle. The amount of different stuff in the aisle was overwhelming there was so many types of icing and they all came in every colour imaginable. While I was trying to take it all in and decide what would look good Pedri had made the decision for me and picked out a pale purple and blue icing. He then found some piping bags and nozzles which is definitely out of our skill range but it should be fun and at this point baking this cake is all about fun as it's definitely not going to taste good. 

When we eventually had everything we needed Pedri took the basket from me and he paid which I tried to tell him not to do but there was no convincing him. When we made it back home he dropped everything off in the kitchen so we could get started but before he let me do anything he ran off upstairs which should take me by surprise but it just doesn't anymore. It wasn't long before he came back down holding two aprons which had clearly never been used as they must've been gag gifts probably from Fer. When he unfolded them all I could do was laugh one of them said warning hot stuff and the other had a picture of a man's abs on them. They were so cheesy but I kind of loved them, after some thinking Pedri gave me the hot stuff one which he said was because that's what I am but I know deep down it's because he wanted me to stare at him and I happily will oblige. 

After he tied the apron for me we got out everything we needed and I pulled the recipe back up to find out how much we needed of each ingredient. I measured out the butter and sugar first then added the eggs before I mixed that together as that's what the recipe told me to do. As I was mixing I asked Pedri to measure out the flour to save some time and because he was just stood staring at me as I did everything. Stupidly I trusted him but I really shouldn't have he was doing well until a whole load of flour came out at once sending the amount way over what we needed and not an amount we could get away with just adding it was nearly double. He had to take some out and to start with he used a spoon but he picked the smallest spoon we have so of course he got bored and began to use his hands which thankfully he washed first. In hindsight I should've taken over before we got to this point but I didn't so instead I just watched as the countertops became covered in flour as well as Pedri. 

It took just seconds for the entire kitchen including half the floor to be covered in flour. Pedri was covered too it was all over his apron, in his hair and on his face. I was so glad I had my phone, which was also dusted with flour, to take pictures of this moment. Pedri's parents and brother told me that he's not always the best in the kitchen although for as long as we've been together he's been fine but now I see what they mean. He graciously let me take some pictures of him so I can remember this moment and mock him for it for the foreseeable future although he was frowning in every single one I got. Once I was done laughing I started to feel a bit bad for him as he just wanted to help me bake and spend time with me and I'm just laughing at him. 

Just as I was about to start dusting some of the flour off Pedri's look changed and instead of a pout he suddenly had a smirk on his face which is never a good thing. Next thing I knew he put his hands in the flour and started to run towards me. I ran away not wanting to meet the same dusty fate but Pedri is a faster runner than I am and he has better stamina than me so it wasn't long before I gave up and he caught me. He pulled me straight into a hug and then put his hands on my face so I too was looking a bit like a snowman. Once he let me go he pressed a quick kiss to my nose before also pressing one to my lips which made this whole situation a lot better. As I turned to head back to the kitchen I felt Pedri put his hands on my ass which I definitely should've seen coming as he can be such a child at times. We have a mirror by the front door so I went to look at what he'd done and there was two handprints right there which really stood out as I had black leggings on. 

Pedri eventually made his way to join me in the kitchen and we finally added the flour and finished the mixture so it could go in the oven. Then we were faced with the daunting task of cleaning the mess that had only seemed to spread. First we washed up all of the utensils and the bowls we used as that was less daunting. Once that was done we had no choice but to face the explosion of flour that covered the kitchen. Pedri put some music on and grabbed the cleaning supplies; if I was mean I would make him clean it all himself but I'm not so I started mopping the floor while he cleaned the counter. 

"You don't have to help this is my mess I can clean it" he said 

"We're a team so we work together plus I suggested we make a cake so this is partly my fault" I said 

"This is why you're the best girlfriend" he said kissing my cheek quickly 

As soon as the kitchen was clean the timer went off and the cake was done and I can't lie it looked really good. Pedri wanted to decorate it straight away but I made him wait for the cake to cool first as otherwise the icing would just melt into a big mess. He's usually quite impatient but today he was happy to wait and just hold onto me as we continued to listen to music while waiting for the cake to cool down. Most people don't get to see the softer side of Pedri as they only see him when he's highly focused on the pitch or messing around in training but he really is a softie. He loves to just cuddle like this or on the sofa under the fluffiest blanket we have in the house and he's more affectionate than you would think he always likes to be close to me or touching me in some way whenever we aren't in public and I love that it's like I get to have this part of him all to myself. 

His patience and calmness didn't last too much longer though as the excitement go too much for him and he grabbed the icing and the piping bags and started to get them ready after I told him what to do. He gave me the purple icing while he had the blue so I showed him a simple design and we worked together to create a great pattern around the outside. We really did a good job if I do say so myself especially for our first attempt. Pedri was so pleased with what we made that he took a picture and sent it to his parents to get their approval which was really sweet. He was so happy when his mum text back saying that it looked lovely but a seconds after I got a text from her asking how much chaos he had caused which made me laugh while Pedri started putting on his pouty face again so I kissed his lips and sneakily put some icing on his nose before running away so that he couldn't get be back.

[jeonbunnie]

promises

pairing: reader x namjoon

summary: marriage life with namjoon hasn’t been the same lately. he’s been cold and distant, always whispering on the phone. and you can’t help but notice…

genre: angst, drama, choose your own adventure,

content/warnings: established relationship; married!au; idol!namjoon; cheating/infidelity; implied sex; eventual smut; explicit sex

soundtrack: lemonade by beyoncé

a/n: this used to be a series but I decided to rework it into a oneshot. The plot is mostly the same, however now the reader gets to choose the big decision at the end (kind of like a choose your own adventure). This is one of the endings, if you want to read from the beginning, start here.

word count: 871

Choose Him

When Namjoon wakes up the next morning–you’re not by his side.

It was just a little after dawn. The sun finally peaked its head out from around the clouds, stretching across your home in vanilla sunlight.

At first, Namjoon is too tired to comprehend what it means to not feel your warmth pressed up against him. But as soon as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he realized he was waking from a dream into a nightmare.

Namjoon was so overwhelmed with grief for the loss of his marriage, for the loss of you, he didn't hear the click of the front door opening, or see the look on your face when you finally, finally came home.

You opened the bedroom door to find Namjoon sitting with his face buried in his hands. You went to him, sat by his side, and gingerly pulled his hands away from his face. “Namjoon...what’s wrong?”

He looks up into your face, and there’s shock, confusion, and tears in his brown eyes. There’s a look of disconnect as he takes in the sight of you, the suitcases standing by the door.

“You left.” He says.

You shake your head.

The tears in his eyes spilled down his cheeks. “You did. You left, and all your stuff was gone. You were gone.”

“Not like that.” You said. You did leave, but not in the way he might have thought. You went to think. To find peace and quiet so you could listen to your heart.

You made your decision. You decided to love him anyway, and keep loving him, and keep working at your marriage. Even though it failed, you would keep trying. Because love didn’t quit. It wasn’t pride, or anger, or hurt. It didn’t hold grudges or keep resentments. It was patient, and kind, and forgiving. Healing.

And that was what you wanted, right? To heal.

“I’m sorry, I should have approached this better.” You said. “I figured you’d still be sleeping by the time I got back. I just needed to be on my own for a bit. Clear my head, think.”

Alone, you had more clarity about everything. Though knowing Namjoon’s truth didn’t make anything any easier. It did help you find your truth.

Namjoon kissed the back of your hand and held on tight. His palms were wet, but you didn’t let go. He looked at you, and something softened in his eyes. “I thought–” he said, voice cracking. “I thought…”

“Me too.”

“You said you’d never come back.”

“I know. That was a long time ago...I promised you that I would leave. But that’s not how promises work anyway. And I don’t want a relationship based on promises. Those are just thoughts. And words. And they don’t mean anything unless your actions match up.”

“We said we’d be honest with each other so,” you took a deep breath, holding it for a minute before saying what you could only admit to yourself in private.

“I know I could start over. Find someone else. There are other men... but when I think about it, when I think about it, I’ve only ever wanted you. I don’t want to start over with someone new. And kiss strangers. And hope to fall in love again. I want you. I still love you.”

“I love you, too,” Namjoon said. Softly. Without hesitation.

“But things have to change. We just stopped talking. You were my best friend, but we were living like strangers because we didn’t communicate with each other–I can’t do that again. You can’t just keep all your feelings bottled up inside. You need to talk to me. I don’t know if I can be everything that you need me to be, but you have to give me a chance. Don’t shut me out.”

“Can you do that for me?” You finished. You looked at his face and honestly stared back at you.

“I can. I can do anything for you.” Namjoon whipped at his wet face. “If I could take it all back I would…I’m far from perfect, and I’ve done things that hurt you, things I’ll live to regret for the rest of my life. But I want to do better. Be better. And I know that I’m a better man when I’m with you… And I want to be by your side. Always. I can’t pretend it never happened. Like everything’s fine and that it’ll all be okay. I don’t know that. But I want it to be. I want to try...”

Now you were tearing up. You squeezed his hand. “So let’s try.”

“But Namjoon, I swear, if you try this shit again—”

“I won’t. I can’t. After everything...baby, all I see is you. I don’t want anyone else.”

Namjoon smiled at you, a real smile, eyes turning into crescent moons.

And you smiled back.

He leans forward then, till your forehead to forehead, nose to nose, and you both close your eyes, savoring the moment. That feeling came back. The one from the night before. Overwhelming, unfiltered love. And at that moment, you know.

You know you can move on. Fall in love again, rebuild your trust.

And you’ll do it together.

[mtfisakink]

My First Time Breastfeeding My Daughter

Link to the original article is here

Here's my reaction, repurposed from one of my old reddit comments:

The article kicks things off with a real banger:

Imagine the most electric thing a partner has ever done to you, then multiply it by 10. I could feel my brain rewiring, creating pathways that would permanently connect me to my child. (And yeah, I kind of got off on it. Don't judge.)

It always stuck out to me that this.... individual.... IMMEDIATELY thought to compare the experience to "the most electric thing a partner has ever done to you". It was so obvious in the sexual connotations that my jaw was on the ground. Of course two seconds later, the individual admits that they did in fact "get off" to the experience, so there's that. When you start to pay attention, you see that they aren't even trying to hide the fetishistic nature of this behavior even a little bit.

But that's not all! A bit further along in the article:

"Lactating changed how I saw my body. Having breasts was great, but using them to feed another human being? That was magic. Specifically, it was mom magic. I might have been my daughter's sperm donor*, but breastfeeding was how I knew I was going to be a mom.* It validated my womanhood as much as any surgery ever could."

As we all know, the need for that sweet, sweet validations is pretty much never-ending. Breastfeeding is very explicitly NOT a way to nurture a child in this individual's mind, it is a way to "validate" their "womanhood", You'll note that magically, we no longer need to concern ourselves with the endless whataboutisms that they usually throw our way, about the women who don't menstruate, or don't have a uterus, or don't have breasts, or haven't had children, etc. etc. All of a sudden, our biological capabilities can in fact be used to define and validate womanhood, but only when it suits the needs of these individuals. The jokes are in fact writing themselves.

(An aside: note this person's incessant need to alienate themselves from physical reality, in spite of the jabbering on about breastfeeding?? Referring to oneself as a "sperm donor" as opposed to father or dad just comes across as so dehumanizing to me. They really do see their bodies and the whole business of creating another human just like a puzzle where they can just rearrange all the pieces any which way they like.)

How did this disaster end, you may ask? After a series of unfortunate events:

A few weeks later, we both gave up on breastfeeding and switched to formula completely.

But never fear, the individual is still "gushing" about breastfeeding because of the gender feels and validation it provided. Literally at no point did this individual concern themselves with the child here. There was a complete lack of grief or concern over needing to abandon breastfeeding for formula (this is not me judging anyone who uses formula - I'm merely pointing out that in all of my observations of new moms - I don't have any children myself - feeding their children is an arena fraught with anxiety, guilt, and overwhelming love for the child that permeates almost all that these women do. A major decision like stopping breastfeeding does not typically get waved away this casually).

In short, complete and utter narcissism, all the way down. This stuff is hurting innocent children and babies and it can't go on any longer, full stop.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some asks I wanted to answer as soon as possible + some short ones about recent posts.

Starting with a non-twst one because..!!

Anonymous asked:

Hi! Ik this is gonna sound suuuper late since you’re not in the fandom anymore but I just wanted to say your scolopendra Eren was the main inspiration for my centipede arm tattoo. I promise it wasn’t as an impulsive decision as it sounds (and no there’s not Eren’s face plastered on my arm lol) 😅 I’ve been sitting on the idea for years and have admired your art since around the time you first started posting on Tumblr. So I just wanted to send my thanks in general for being a really cool artist as well as inspiring me ✌️

Anon! This is so sudden and so amazing to hear?? First of all, having a centipede arm tattoo is pretty sweet in general; even without knowing how it actually looks on you I can say with 100% certainty that it looks dope as fuck. Second of all, the fact that our stuff inspired you to get it is honestly such an honour. I am so pleased and happy to hear that that I don’t even know what to say lol You’re welcome sounds douchy. So I’ll thank you instead.

Thank you for your wonderful message, and I hope you are having a good day.

Ah, scolopendra Eren…. It’s been a while.

Anonymous asked:

Hi! I really admire your work, it's beautiful. This is a bit of serious question, so if you don't want to answer it, you don't have to. (Btw, sorry for my English) I wanted to ask, do you ever receive hate comments for your ship art, and if so, how do you keep posting without being discouraged? I also posted many "problematic" ship works once, but I closed my account because I received many hate comments. I would very much appreciate hearing your thoughts on this. Thank you ^^

Hi Anon! Thank you for your kind words, it means a lot.

We do get hate; and there are some people who really don’t like us in a very annoying and obsessive way, which leads to them still looking at our stuff even after getting blocked. Over the years we received death wishes, heard slurs, got all kinds of nasty comments. It’s not the absolute worst thing that could’ve happened, but still, I won’t pretend that it’s super chill. Posting problematic stuff does get scary, and sometimes even if you have thick skin you end up getting upset.

We actually talked about this whole thing a bunch of times (in this post for example, last replies there), but I’ll try to give you some advice now.

If you feel more safe being locked, stay locked! But make sure that you still have supportive people who are into your art and your friends around so it doesn’t get lonely. If you don’t care much about your acc growth and just want to hang out with people who agree with you, make your accounts invite-only and try to surround yourself with people who you are 100% sure about. It sounds like an obvious thing, but I still thought I’d mention it.

Block and report (the latter is when they get offensive and break site rules). Of course, blocking feature isn’t as helpful as it used to be on twitter, but it is pretty useful on bsky, so please block as many aggressive people and antis as you can! The less they see your content or remember about your existence, the better. And even if twitter doesn’t hide posts from blocked accounts anymore, they still can’t really comment you if they’re blocked, so there is still a point in doing it. In fact, blocking hundreds of people made our experience everywhere much better!

Take breaks when it gets overwhelming. It’s very important to remember why you draw what you draw, and that you do it for yourself and those who appreciate it. So if people don’t want to play nice, they just don’t get to see your art. Your love towards your art and ideas is the main thing, don’t let anyone take it away.

First hate waves were the biggest ones until we finally became infamous enough for people to get used to us. It’s happened every single time we switched fandoms (by coincidence, we always ship something problematic lol it’s even better this way, to be honest), and it will happen again each time when we move on. There’s nothing to be done about it, unfortunately, the fandom culture’s been in the sewers for many years now. So the only real thing to do is just survive it all until it passes and you become that gross artist everyone gossips around from time to time but not as much anymore because this topic isn’t as hot and spicy and criminal and shocking as it used to be.

Those are my main thoughts that we mention in every post like that, but if you have any more questions, don’t hesitate to ask.

Anonymous asked:

Favorite thing to draw?

Difficult to say! A lot of stuff. Spooky and funny and horny comics I guess lol And also faces and soft skin and eyes…

Also, I kind of talked about it here and there during this ask game.

Anonymous asked:

Hi! Despite not really liking your ships I do think your art is really pretty and I was wondering if you had any advice on learning anatomy? It's ok if you don't, I'm just curious （╹◡╹) -🐇

Hi! I’m glad you find my art pretty :)

I do have a couple of posts when I talk about it, including this one with a video tutorial (kind of).

But if you’re wondering about anything specific, let me know!

More posts.

Anonymous asked:

How many fandom that you parcitipate in?

Currently we’re mostly into Twst, with some sprinkles of Kuroshitsuji here and there, but also here is a full list of all of our fandoms throughout the years.

It’s not like we actively participate in a fandom life though… just post a bunch of stuff sometimes lol

Anonymous asked:

Those thoughts, they come because of you. I can't go back anymore

That’s…very ominous, Anon.

Anonymous asked:

Amazed at how fast you manage to create great quality art in such a short time. But Riddle deserves it... I haven't read through his part yet, but when I saw him I thought "Since when does Heartslabyul have such a cool housewarden?!" with a voice that sounded suspiciously like Cater. He would do numbers on magicam!

Thank you so much, Anon! <3 We dedicate a lot of time to me drawing, so I end up doing it a lot and thankfully I am quite fast with my sketching now hehe.

Oh god, Cater really commented on it inside your head lol I get it, I absolutely do! And he really would do numbers on magicam…

Anonymous asked:

Did Yana screen the new Riddle directly to you or something????? How did you get that out so fast????????!

Dear Anon… you wouldn’t believe me but it’s kind of a prettied-up sketch with a bunch of colourful gradients and strategically partially covered sketchy background 🫡 He’s also very underrendered...

If I was to draw it as I draw our usual artworks (i.e. ch7 Cater), it would’ve taken me two or even three days (up to 6 hours each). But since we wanted to get this one done asap, we simplified a lot of stages of drawing! It still took all day of course, and we kind of were planning to draw some other thing that day, but it’s worth it lol We really forgot about everything else when we saw this Riddle… he punched me in the gut even more than Ridpunzel did.

I am happy it still looks good though, I am kind of shocked. Thank you for your kind words…!!

Anonymous asked:

(*The most guttural screech you've ever heard*)

AAARARRRRRRRRGHHHHHHH RIDDLE

Holy shit, they went so hard with the Heartslabyul designs

I thought after Cater they would be done and his design already went hard and then came Trey and his design went hard and then caME RIDDLE

And WOW, Heartslabyul went off

The black and red, the AESTHETIC

GOD, Riddle needs to start dressing like that awake stat, I want that for him, he should get to do that

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

REBEL RIDDLE IS SUCH A VIBE I LOVE THIS LOOK, PLEASE I WILL DIE IF WE DON'T SEE HIM CHANGE HIS WARDROBE A BIT IN CANON-

ALL OF THEIR DESIGNS ARE SO FUCKING GOOD IT’S UNFAIR, IT’S SO UNFAAAAIR, black and red really is such a gorgeous combo…!

Honestly it would be cute to see more of punk!Riddle…  but maybe the fact that he is extra rare special Riddle adds to his charm!

Still, someone needs to buy him a Vivienne Westwood ring or something.

Anonymous asked:

Look at those … man riddle

The boy loves to be tall okay…

Anonymous asked:

YES! CATS! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Anonymous asked:

LUCIUS AND GRIM ARE SO ADORABLE 😭😭 love themmm 🥹

Anonymous asked:

Oh my word. Those catboys are going to end me. They're so cute!

Also, Looking like a cute bratty catboy is not gonna make me buy you extra tuna cans Grim!! (He is gonna use this against me)

Oh they're both so perfect. 🥺💚

Thank you so much Anons!!

Oh the moment Grim finds out he could get tuna if he looks like a cute bratty catboy, it’s over for everyone lol

Anonymous asked:

I love grim so much and i want to give him all the kisses to his adorable naughty face. And as for Lucis I sort of want to bully him

Awww, but what about giving Lucius a kiss too?? He deserved one!

Thank you <3

Anonymous asked:

Lucius looks like the snobby rich kid Grim would con out of a bunch of money lol.

Yeah, and the funny part is that Grim would also think that, but then somehow get outconned by Lucius lol He is more cunning than he looks!

sirdurbe asked:

human lucius looks like SUCH a playground snitch, i know his ass just told the teacher i wore shoes on the circle time rug. perfect design, thank you

Thank you so much!!! Lol This is also such a funny comparison, I agree though.

He would suggest you bribe him though, you can give him a can of tuna and he won’t snitch. Grim isn’t the only one out there who wants tuna…

Anonymous asked:

now tell us which one tops and which one bottoms- (lucius x grim???????????? potentially?????????????)

I think………..both are bottoms…………………….

Anonymous asked:

Azul is a highly intelligent meowllusk.

Yes. Meow.

Anonymous asked:

Art about Jace/Deuck ship: 8 in total

And there should be more! MORE!!!!!!

Anonymous asked:

Jack and Deuce just being soft boys together is just healing my soul! I love those two so much!

So how long did they last before they started aggressively making out (and more lol)?

Thank you for loving them, Anon!! I am happy to hear that!

I think they lasted for about 4.5 seconds after that… the tension is too strong lol

Anonymous asked:

Aw, price Jack and princess Deuce! …what are they looking at?

They’re trying to focus not to start making out immediately…

Anonymous asked:

Duece and jack look so lovely almost like their from a bl manwana

I know right! It’s this BL air they have…

Anonymous asked:

Long haired Deuce???? You know Ace is taking advantage of that immediately

Oh god he would. I kind of feel bad that I didn’t draw them together with this version of Deuce yet lol but one day..

Anonymous asked:

hair fr fr

that's bloody gorgeous

Hair is very gorgeous indeed…

Anonymous asked:

my dyslexia read the "d gray man" tag on that fanart of that wisely character as "a gay man"

which i guess could be a true i don’t him but i also don’t know any straight man that looks like that or any straight men you draw!.

Your brain tried to warn you, Anon. It tried to warn you about how fucking gay the D.Gray-man’s d.gay-men are. It’s all in the name…

I wish it was more gay though :”( Everything needs to be gayer…

[theemporium]

Should I be sleeping? Yes. Did I sleep yet? No. Instead my mind went to how the mob boys would deal with their overtired “I am really not tired” girls would be

okay well I hope you got some sleep BUT MOB AU MY BELOVED<33333 putting this under a cut because it got long whoops

also kinda wanted to add some of the other mob boys? but I refrained since we haven’t spoken about them much

nico: I think he would just be really sweet and logical about it. like he’s not gonna be patronising rogue but he’s just there, slowly pulling her away from what she’s doing to hug her instead and just being like, “I know, baby, but your body needs rest even if you’re not tired”. and they both know she’s tired but he’s giving her the grace of not calling her out on it. he’s also not above using bribing tactics, pulling her into a wee hug against his chest or giving her a hoodie of his so she’s all warm and cozy and starts to feel sleepy. he plays dirty but she is grateful for it

john: the boy has no patience when it comes to candy’s wellbeing. like it’s one thing if she’s being stubborn about wanting to stay up to finish something but it’s a whole other if she’s up fussing over an issue she can’t fix overnight. early on in the relationship, he probably tried to argue but now he just throws her over his shoulder like, “we are going to bed now” and she’s learnt he’s just as stubborn to even try fighting back. she will grumble a bit, even when she’s curled up on his chest and dozing off and he’s just snorting like, “yeah, baby, I know. I’m the bad guy”

jack: it’s most definitely related to studying and academics. like it kinda stresses him out the way she pull all nighters like it’s nothing and basically let instincts and muscle memory get her through the day. he’s definitely tried a bunch of different ways to get her to go to bed (aka multiple attempts at seducing her that he gets pouty over when they fail). but he’s also kinda realised that as much as she says she’s not tired, it actually doesn’t take much to coax her into bed if he kinda just talks her through it. like doc is so painfully independent and such a people pleaser, and just jack reassuring her that it will all still be there tomorrow and she won’t fail if she doesn’t finish it all today and that no one would be upset if she put herself first. like it’s very much a ‘I know you’re capable of handling everything but you don’t always have to’. he just lets her shut her brain off for a bit and let him make the decisions she’s sometimes too tired or overwhelmed to make

luke: I think luke would really let the youngest child persistence shine through and use it to his full advantage. like he’s grown up bothering his two brothers, he knows how to push and poke and not get deterred until he gets what he wants. and the second he catches wind of star being a bit tired, he’s on her case. and she will try to wave him off and assure him she’s okay, but he literally isn’t stopping because he can see that she’s tired and he can see that she just doesn’t want to make things difficult and he can see she’s struggling to make it through her shift at the club. but he’s stubborn and persistent and honestly she isn’t fighting too much when he packs her stuff up like, “boss wouldn’t want you working yourself to the bone like this”. and she kinda likes the way he mother hens her, makes sure she eats and everything before she gets into bed. and she finds it really cute the way he blushes when she asks if he’s staying because he was so wrapped up on taking care of her, he wouldn’t even assume she wanted him to stay. but she asks and he gets all flustered but he’s happy to stay with. and he’s basically a weighted blanket that keeps her fast asleep in bed until she’s properly rested

[tending-the-hearth]

why "the outsiders" is one of the best shows i've ever seen

i loved every second of this show, so here's all my favorite parts!!

ALSO Trevor Wayne (u/s Ponyboy) was on for my show, and it was his Broadway debut, so that mixed with this only being their fourth official show after debuting on Broadway this past Thursday (they've been in previews for a few weeks) made for SUCH a good show atmosphere, the vibes were immaculate, and Trevor was a phenomenal Ponyboy.

Also, I got to stagedoor, and the cast was SO incredibly kind!!! I love stagedoors when the cast is just made up of the nicest group of people ever

(i'd love to discuss specific things from the show, so if you're curious, send me an ask!!)

***spoilers for the broadway show if anyone cares***

Act 1

the COSTUMES OHHH MY GOD

and the set is so cool???

the fight choreo is something i could talk about forever and ever

in general, the music has a very folk/country vibe to it, which fits SO well since it takes place in oklahoma!!

"grease got a hold" was so fun, i loved the idea that you become an official greaser after getting through your first fight with the socs

the show in general is such a good balance of quotes directly from the book and original lines!

i love that they made Dally another big brother figure to Ponyboy, because it just adds so much to the tension between Darry and Ponyboy

additionally, making Dally the leader of the gang while Darry's trying to stay away from that world... such a good change

Johnny and Pony are the best friends ever omg

Ace my beloved 😭😭 i'm usually hesitant about new characters being added but i love her so much

i was afraid they'd make her like an Anybodys copy, but she was SUCH a good fit within the group, and her relationships and interactions with them all felt so natural

btw she and Steve are siblings that is my hc they're brother and sister your honor!!!

and Two-Bit!!! Beloved!!! Daryl Tofa you are THE Two-Bit ever!!!

Two-Bit and Ace are best friends btw

"Great Expectations" had the stage completely blacked out except for spotlights on each of the outsiders gang when i tell you i was emotional

MY THEORY IS CONFIRMED OF THE CURTIS PARENTS DYING WHILE GETTING STUFF FOR DARRY'S BIRTHDAY I'M HAPPY BUT IN PAIN

Having Johnny present for the scene when Darry slaps Ponyboy is such a smart decision, especially since he's the one who grabs Ponyboy and gets them out of the house

Johnny and Pony duet 😭😭 they're platonic soulmates fr

Having the silhouettes of Soda and Darry during Johnny and Pony's duet, and Darry just sitting so defeated on the floor hurt me ngl

There were effects when Ponyboy was being drowned where it was like we were underwater as well, and everyone else was just moving silently. SO well done

the scene where Johnny stabs Bob was insane- there were blackouts, and people were moving in slow motion, and it was so perfectly overwhelming

God, the entire ending sequence was incredibly with the set pieces!! and in general, the effects were so good

also Dally is such an overprotective brother to BOTH Johnny and Pony

Act 2

The harmonies in this show. This is such a strong ensemble cast, and they're so powerful during the group numbers

"Death's at my Door" made me fucking sob????? Johnny and Pony being each other's reason to live??? Them staying alive just to make sure the other is safe???

Have I mentioned how much I love that Dally sees Pony and Johnny as his little brothers?? Because I love it so so much

Darry and Dally's arguments, and Dally making good points on why he's close with Ponyboy hurt SO much because Darry's trying his best

Ohhhh Darry is speaking to my soul he really is the parentified older sibling ever

But also "Throwing in the Towel" being similar to "Death's at my Door", with Sodapop begging Darry not to give up, because he loves him, and recognizes what he does for them??? And Ponyboy joining in at the end from the church??

Dally immediately hugging Ponyboy and Johnny when they reunite at the church 😭

"Soda's Letter" made me cry violently but that's nothing new

"Hoods turned Heroes" was actually so cute, the greasers were so excited and proud of Pony and Johnny

but the tonal shift at the end when Dally carried Johnny in all bandaged up??

a little miffed we didn't see the Curtis brothers reuniting ngl, but that's the only thing i wish they added in

THE FUCKING RUMBLE WAS SO GOOD HOLY SHIT

Darry asking Ponyboy if he can fight for him 😭😭😭 he loves his brother so much

THE CHOREO AND THE RAIN ON STAGE OH MY GOD

And Ponyboy fights until Johnny comes on stage and stands in front of him, and everything just freezes 😭

I do love how all the greasers were present for JOhnny's death, because it just solidifies how they're a family

Joshua Boone as Dally destroyed me. He perfectly showed how Johnny was Dally's entire world

and GOD them changing Dally's death to suicide by straight up stepping onto the train tracks and getting hit by a train was...

Just how empty and lost Ponyboy was after everyone died, and how desperate Soda and Darry were to get him to at least eat something, they portrayed that grief and trauma so well

"Stay Gold" 😭😭😭😭😭

Literally could not stop sobbing during that song, everyone around me was crying

There was such a perfect balance between Pony's narration and the show itself, and there were moments where he broke the fourth wall, mainly by looking at Soda and Johnny during their letters, and it just made for such an emotional impact

Darry asking to read Pony's story 😭😭 showing his support, and Pony being absolutely shocked but so happy 😭😭

also when Darry and Pony tell each other they love each other 😭😭 sobbing violently i love familial reconciliation

I was just an emotional wreck the entire finale, it was so beautiful

and the implication that instead of writing an essay, Ponyboy wrote "The Outsiders" in-universe 😭😭

[pansy-picnics]

Okay but how are the grandparents with the UKD kids? I imagine it’s difficult, especially at first since none of them actually raised newborns/infants themselves?

SUPER LATE ANSWER BUT I’VE ACTUALLY BEEN ASKED SOMETHING ALONG THESE LINES ON INSTA A WHILE AGO. it’s DEFINITELY a learning curve…for the most part they know they can step back and they trust the kids to handle things themselves, but we do know from canon that they can all be a Little overbearing at times…….

i think captain, much like cass turns out to be surprisingly gentle and knows exactly how to handle them just by instinct alone. he was ECSTATIC to hear about rapunzel’s pregnancy for the first time just because, despite not Completely understanding his daughters relationship situation, he DID know that they’d be considered cass’ kids too (although frankly, CASS herself was still kinda coming to terms with this, so his excitement was a little overwhelming for her at first, but she too came around).

he definitely slips up from time to time but for the most part he eases into the role perfectly. now that he’s retired, he’s basically the chillest of all of them tbh. Like i think he got really into fishing so he takes the kids on boat trips and stuff. Normal grandpa things.

Also when cass decided to take in ilmari literally the first thing she thought of was her dad. She stopped to tell him before she even made it back to see rapunzel and eugene….Just to tell him what happened. He apologized but inevitably told her she did the right thing. Lots of tears that night.

frederic and arianna are the most grounded ones, but also the most paranoid. they’re very emotional about having little ones in the house again, especially since they never got to have rapunzel around at that age….it leads them to be VERY comically affectionate LOL. in the days after the twins were first born, 9 times out of 10 if they weren’t with any of their parents they were with fred or ari. they are totally the ones who freak out every time the baby sneezes or something, which is something arianna is constantly teasing frederic about as if she isn’t a Massive Fucking Hypocrite and is just a LITTLE better at holding herself together.

i like to imagine arianna and willow were identical twins, so arianna has an especially close connection to alina and ryder….she worries a lot about them growing distant or resentful of one another like her and willow did. as alina grows up, she reminds her the most of herself…<:]

They also love ilmari so so much and OBVIOUSLY THAT’S A GIVEN but i specifically think ilmari would be obsessed with fred’s stupid fucking egg collection. Autism to autism communication

Edmund….edmund is the deranged one (Probably could’ve figured that one out though). He’s the grandparent who you only see for special occasions and he always brings the most insane gifts that your parents HATE. Somehow they’re even worse than varian’s gifts and he’s practically giving the kids literal explosives. /J Lowkey i think edmund has forgotten how children work a little bit and he scares the shit out of ukd sometimes just by making some Incredibly silly decisions BUT he means incredibly well and the twins LOVE him. Ilmari is a little intimidated by him admittedly, at first just because he’s big and scary, and later when they’re older, just because of how loud and boisterous he is…..But they appreciate him too and he’s very supportive.

as silly as he can be he does know when he needs to quiet down and be gentle and ilmari really likes learning from him and the other brotherhood members about the dark kingdom and their history. ryder especially grows rlly close with him when he’s older since he spends about a year in the dark kingdom and eventually takes over the throne… :3

[neewtmas]

ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴀʙʙᴇʏ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ // ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ

pairing: george karim x fem!reader

wordcount: 1.1k

summary: a case that takes longer than expected, an unrequited crush, and the hardest decision you ever had to make

a/n: this is the first part of a multiple part series! we've got fluff, a little angst (will get worse as the chapters go on), a little locklyle on the side, mutual pining and all the good stuff! Also a happy end, that much I can promise :)

masterlist part II

taglist: @maraschinomerry @sstrawberriel  @poisonquinzell @holymotherfxrkingshirtballs @the-high-lady-of-3am-crackposts @shampoocovers99 (if you wanna be added or removed, just tell me)

The house was quiet except for the chirping birds in the bushes right outside 35 Portland Row. It was unusual for you to be up this early, and even more unusual for everyone else to still be sleeping. But this morning, after forgetting to put down the blinds the evening prior, you got woken up by the sun and decided that this was a perfect opportunity to do something nice for your friends.

After you quietly put on some clothes and sneaked down the staircase, your first objective was getting fresh pastries from Arif's just down the street. The morning air was still the slightest bit chilly as you walked down the sidewalk, empty bag in hand. A tiny bell sounded as you opened the door to Arif's small bakery, and the delicious smell of freshly baked goods was almost overwhelming. You chatted briefly with the girl behind the counter, while she put your order of pastries and doughnuts into the bag you brought.

"Oh before I forget it, we got the Honey Pistachio Cupcakes back in the rotation," the blonde girl said, pointing over to the display. "I remember you asked for them a while back." You smiled at her. "That's fantastic! I'll get one of them, please."

She packed up the muffin and moved over to the register. "Are they your favourite?" Your cheeks grew warm and you bit your lip. "Something of the sort, yeah." The girl gave you a knowing smile as she handed the bag over the counter.

When you were back in Portland Row, you first opened the kitchen window to let in some of the fresh morning air and then started to set the table. Small particles of dust danced in the sunlight that came through the open window as you moved through the kitchen quietly.

Lockwood was the first to wake up and when he sauntered into the kitchen, you had just put down the last piece of cutlery. He looked around. "Wow, (name)! What's the occasion?" You shrugged. "Nothing particular. I just woke up early today." "Doesn't matter, that looks so good. I'm gonna wake up the other two." He left the kitchen and you heard him move up the stairs, much more energetically than he had moved down just a few minutes ago.

You took the kettle off the stove and poured four cups of tea. Each one of your friends liked their tea a little differently, but by now you knew exactly what to do. Just as you sat down the last cup over the respective plate, Lockwood came back into the kitchen, followed by Lucy and George. Lockwood seemed to burst with energy, while the other two were still a little sleepy. "That looks amazing," Lucy said, as she took a sip from her tea. George said nothing, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep again. Ever since the incident with the mirror, he had been more tired than usual, often sleeping in until lunch. His curls were a mess, and you had the urge to run your hands through them. You loved it when he looked like that.

You brought over the pastries you bought and sat them down in the middle of the table. "Here you go. They should be warm still." Lockwood and Lucy immediately grabbed a doughnut each, and you pulled out the cupcake the girl had packed up separately. You sat it down on George's plate and his head whipped up. "No way! Where did you get that?" His eyes sparkled with excitement and he smiled at you in a way that made your heart flutter in your chest. "I just saw that they had it back on display again and thought you might like one," you said bashfully. "Of course I do! You're the best, (name)." You lowered your gaze to your plate so that he wouldn't see the way you were blushing.

You spent the rest of the meal in comfortable silence, the only sounds were those of knives on plates and cups getting sat down. "What's the plan for today?" Lucy asked, pushing her chair away from the table and leaning back. "I need to get some of our rapiers checked" Lockwood replied, glancing at his watch. "But that has time until the afternoon."

"I saw a sign when I walked to Arif's earlier. Some old rich lady died and they are selling her book collection. Do you maybe wanna go, George?" you asked, trying to sound casual while wringing your hands together under the table nervously. It was always nerve-wracking to ask George to spend time alone. You had not yet the courage to ask him out on an actual date, so you just hoped he could pick up the hints.

He smiled apologetically. "That sounds great (name), but I have to go to the archives this afternoon. Why don't you go with Lucy?"

You could feel yourself deflate slightly. Another rejection. Either he truly didn't understand what your intentions were, or he wanted to let you down gently. The latter was more likely, seeing how smart he was he had surely figured you out by now. "Sure. Maybe I will." You forced a smile. No need to let him know how you were feeling.

When the kitchen was clean again, you and Lucy made your way downstairs for a training session with Joe and Esmeralda. You started with some basic warm-up moves. "Do you still wanna go to the book sale later?" Lucy asked as she circled Esmeralda, rapier held high, ready to lunge forward. "If you want to. But if I'm honest, I think I'm not that interested anymore" you said, mirroring her movements on Joe. Lucy lowered her rapier and turned to you. "You know, I'm sure he'd love to go there with you. But he talked about needing to go to the archives for days now." You smiled tightly and watched Joe swing back and forth from the force of your hit, the anchoring in the ceiling creaking. "It's fine. No big deal."

This afternoon, you sat in the library, when the telephone in the hall rang. Before you could get up, someone else picked up. When you stepped out into the hallway, Lockwood, still in his coat, was holding the phone. He turned around, and you could tell from his expression that whoever was on the phone had great news.

"Yes, of course. We will be there tomorrow night."

Lockwood put down the phone, and he looked like he could barely contain his excitement.

"We have a new case. And it sounds like a good one."

thank you for reading, feedback is appreciated :)

Part II

[storiesforallfandoms]

can't handle this right now ~ bo burnham

word count: 1721

request?: no

description: after five years working behind the scenes, he's overwhelmed with his first show back and she helps to calm him down

pairing: bo burnham x female!reader

warnings: swearing, panic attacks

masterlist (one, two, three)

Despite his struggles during his second comedy tour, Bo loved performing live. When he first went on tour, he loved the thrill of performing and the audience reactions to the bits he worked so hard on. The bits were another thing he loved about performing on stage; he loved coming up with the bits for his shows. Sometimes the writing was almost better than the performing.

When Bo started experiencing panic attacks before, during, and after his shows, it was a no brainer for him what to do: he had to give up performing live. It was the best decision for his mental health. He had to put that first over his career. It was a bittersweet decision to make, but it was a necessary one.

It wasn't like he was giving up all together. He continued to work behind the scenes - directing, writing, creating in other ways. He acted a few times, too. In a movie that was nominated for an Oscar, even. He was still doing well for himself without the live performing. Although, he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss being on stage.

So, during his time off stage, he started working on dealing with his panic attacks. He found the resources, got professional help, even tried to ease himself back into live performing by performing for a very small audience. With a supportive team on his side, especially his long time girlfriend (Y/N), he felt like he was ready to return to what he loved the most.

At least, he thought he was. But then the night of his return performance came.

He had saw the crowd when his van arrived at the arena. They were lined up going down the block, many of them decked out in merch from his previous tours or their own homemade stuff. He could hear them when the arena doors opened and the place began to fill. Hundreds of voices, hundreds of bodies, all filing in to see him.

It was a mistake to peak out at the audience. Most people were still arriving or were in line at the merch kiosk, but there was still enough people in their seats to make Bo's chest tighten and his palms start to sweat. Hundreds of eyes looking at him, boring into him, expecting him to entertain them.

It was getting hard to breathe on top of the tight chest and sweaty palms, and his vision was starting to flatten. All well known signs of something he thought he'd never have to go through again. And of course it had to happen right before his comeback show.

"Bo?"

He jumped at the sound of someone saying his name. He turned to see (Y/N) stood there, looking at him in concern. He knew he must've looked like he was freaking out. He was never good at hiding his panic attacks, especially from her.

(Y/N) reached a hand out to him, but didn't touch him. She knew that if he was touched during a panic attack without wanting to be touched it would make the attack worse.

"Come on," she said. "Let's get some fresh air."

Bo gladly took (Y/N)'s hand and allowed her to lead him away from the stage. The sounds of hundreds of voices began to fade away the further out they got. She led him to the back entrance where he had come in some time ago. The cool air and the silence besides the sounds of distant vehicles engulfed him right away. He felt his chest untightening slowly, opening up his lungs so he could gasp in much needed breaths.

He leaned against the brick wall of the arena, lifting his head to the moonlit sky.

"I can't do this," he said, his voice shaking. "I thought I was ready, but I'm not. I can't go out on that stage in front of all of those people."

Her hand was still in his, running her thumb along his knuckles in a soothing manner. "It's okay. If you don't think you can do it, then you don't have to."

"I can't back out of this now. I can't let all those people down."

"I'm sure they'd understand if you said the show had to be cancelled because of your mental health. Alternatively, we could tell them you got a very serious injury and had to be rushed to the hospital. I can push you down the stairs so it's not a lie if you want."

Bo laughed, which released the last of the tension in his chest. His vision was returning to normal, so when he looked over at (Y/N) he could actually see her smile, her face lit with a mixture of white moonlight and yellow arena lights. Her smile and the feeling of her hand in his helped to ground him completely.

"I thought I could do this," he said, sadness engulfing him suddenly. "I worked so hard to fix myself. Five years I was away. Five fucking years, and this is still happening."

"For one, you don't need to be fixed. That would mean you're broken, and having a mental illness does not mean broken," she started. "And two, I know you've worked hard to try and help yourself, but the truth is there's no way to completely rid yourself of these panic attacks. It's something you'll have to live with for the rest of your life. All you can do is work on the ways you deal with these things."

Bo squeezed her hand before pulling her into an embrace. She placed her head on his chest and he rested his chin on the top of her head. She often joked about being intimidated by his height, but Bo loved how much shorter she was than him. He loved having these moments where he could wrap his arms around here, completely engulf himself around her, and just hold her to him. He loved feeling her head against his chest, feeling her heart beating against her chest somewhere around the lower stomach area, her body warmth between his arms.

He loved her. That was the long and the short of it. Bo loved (Y/N) more than anything in the world. He didn't know where he would be at this point in his life without her constant support of him.

"What if I go out on stage and have another panic attack?" he asked, his voice so quiet he was sure it had drifted off into the night.

"If that happens, then you look over to the sides of the stage, and you'll see me," she responded, lifting her head from his chest so he could hear her more clearly. "And we'll do some of those breathing exercises that you learned about. Together."

Bo pressed a kiss to the top of her head, taking in the familiar scent of her shampoo as he pressed his nose against her hair.

"You're way too good to me," he said. "I'm such an asshole, there's no way I deserve someone as kind and loving as you."

(Y/N) giggled and kissed his cheek. "That's not true. You're only sort of an asshole, and even though you are that doesn't mean you don't deserve love and support."

"I guess I just need a reminder of that sometimes."

"Well, I'll remind you as often as you want."

Bo was about to lean down to kiss her lips when the door swung open suddenly. Bo's manager stuck his head out and saw the couple stood together.

"There you are!" he said. "You're on in five!"

The door swung shut again and the feeling of dread returned.

(Y/N) gave him a squeeze, causing him to look down at her. "You're going to do great. I believe in you."

He smiled and kissed her before the two of them decided they better get back inside.

He could hear the audience again as they approached. His breathing became heavier again, but the feeling of (Y/N)'s hand in his kept him more grounded this time around. He didn't want to ever let her go. If he could, he would've dragged her on stage with him just so he could hold her hand the entire performance.

She gave him another kiss and whispered, "You're gonna be great" in his ear before letting him go. Bo swallowed the fear that was building up inside of him as he house lights went down and the audience cheered in excitement. He tried to focus on that - the excitement and happiness for his return - over his own terror.

When the pre-show video ended, Bo took the stage to an uproar of applause. Before he even started any of his bits, the audience was to their feet and applauding him. He looked over at (Y/N) in the wings, who was smiling brightly at him and gave him a thumbs up. He smiled back at her and finally got the crowd to quiet down so he could start the show.

Any ounce of fear or panic he was feeling had suddenly melted away.

The show went amazing and by the end of it Bo felt like he was floating on top of the world. He took a bow for the second standing ovation of the night before walking off stage where his crew was waiting to celebrate his amazing comeback. The cheering from the stage was mixed with the cheering of his manager and the backstage crew, but he managed to tune it all out when his eyes landed on (Y/N).

He took her into his arms and kissed her passionately, ignoring the fact that there were so many other people around them. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, getting onto the tips of her toes so that she could reach him.

"I told you it would be okay," she said.

"You did," he agreed. "And you were right. You're always right."

(Y/N) playfully gasped. "Someone get that in writing!"

Bo laughed and lifted (Y/N) off her feet. She exclaimed in surprise and giggled as Bo started to carry her away. Over his shoulder he called, "I'm taking this one back to my hotel room! No one come looking for us for the next 12ish hours please!"

[plubos]

I’ve just been using Pluto as my courier’s name as like a placeholder. Anyway on to more bits between them and yes man.

I projected my autism onto the courier and got Pluto.

So before getting shot by Benny I like to think that Pluto took on the job of courier cause it was a simple delivery job taking stuff from point a to b. It doesn’t involve talking much either! So what was supposed to be an easy to understand gig for someone who has a difficult time with regular jobs and social interaction.

I also like to think they weren’t selectively mute before getting shot but just was so bad at social interaction that they didn’t have many people to talk to. But I’m sure if they did find someone to talk to they yapped as much as they could before continuing with a delivery.

Post-Benny though, I have it so the damage they gained actually made it difficult for them to formulate sentences properly and so talking took a lot of effort and was exhausting at first. So for most of the storyline they remained mute and only spoke with one word responses.

After getting Boone at Novac to join them on the revenge quest they began practicing how to do small signals with Boone as another way of communication. ED-E was the next companion and Pluto spent their alone time with ED-E practicing sentences and responses. Mostly cause they get embarrassed when trying to talk to others so practicing with someone who doesn’t have any opinions on their speech was a welcome addition.

When they got to the strip they had already accumulated a fair bit of caps and payed for fake passports in freeside. But once in the strip it was already a bit overwhelming with all the lights and sounds.

Making their way to the tops casino was easy with help from Boone. The only out of the ordinary decision Pluto made when confronting Benny was using the black widow perk and making short but effective charms to lure Benny away. After the whole sleeping together and shooting him after bit there was a fair bit of regret in the choice as instead of feeling satisfied with Benny being dead it just felt kinda hollow.

But after a bit of snooping and wearing Benny’s suit, they come across the guy to answer all their problems.

See interacting with robots is so much easier than humans. And that’s cause they aren’t mean or judgmental, well at least all the ones Pluto’s met.

Talking came easy after all the practice with ED-E with a handful of a few mistakes hear and there.

Yes man at the time being forced to be very very nice and unable to say no didn’t go unnoticed but with the couriers help they used some loopholes to help yes man give honest answers.

Having someone wanting his honest opinion was a welcome change for yes man and having a friend that explained stuff in the simplest way possible was always welcome for Pluto.

And so a close friendship began and a plan to take over the Mojave for the better was set in motion.

Of course with the little bit of tech knowledge the courier had they helped Yes man with more then an assertive upgrade and was able to make him his own independent person.

I’ll go into more details on it some other time but for now I think these are enough thoughts. :3

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

Hey, everyone. Asks are being turned off as of right now because I am overwhelmed. I also want to talk about something regarding that. I'm not angry, I have no hard feelings towards anyone, and this needs to be addressed:

"Too long, didn't read" at the bottom:

I have 433 asks in my inbox. It is very difficult for me to get the energy to answer every single one of them. I am going to delete them all (unless I find something I really do not want to delete) and clean my inbox out. Don't get me wrong, I do have fun with these a lot. That being said, being spammed with questions, especially the same ones I have answered multiple times, is not fun for me.

The Jonny Headverse stuff is fun, and I can have negative feelings about it. I have been thinking about this for a while now, but I never wanted to ruin anyone else's fun. I feel it is time to speak up about it anyway.

Please give me a little space. I do not dislike you, I am not angry, I am overwhelmed and a bit disheartened. I very much appreciate the fan art, the writings, the jokes, and everything in between. However, every time I do an event that is only supposed to be for Vanilla, TipVans, Bel, or an f/o takeover of some sort, it is always somehow about Jonathan and the other heads.

It, admittedly, hurt my feelings when it was mine and Vanilla's anniversary and I got asks that were mostly about the heads. I even had a few that were, "Okay but what about Jonathan and Erina's anniversary?" (which we actually did earlier in the year)

It all started with a visual gag I made in a mini comic about my s/i raiding the fridge. I got the idea from Futurama yes, but mostly this one DIY Halloween decoration where you print out a picture of a face, put it in a pickle jar filled with oil and put it in the fridge. Which is why he was next to the pickles in that drawing. I have no qualms about other artists and writers doing the Jonathan head thing. If somebody decides to make that their shtick, then that is wonderful. Yes, Jonathan's Head is an important character in my fanfic, but he is not the focal point.

My fanfic is all supposed to be from the viewpoint of Vanilla. My own s/i isn't even the main character, he is. It's not only about the romance between Vanilla and Tippy, but it tells a story about what would happen if two complete opposites of people (Vanilla and Polnareff) got a second chance. Polnareff remembers everything, but Vanilla remembers nothing. The tension, difficult decisions, the "what would you do in this situation?" feelings, and giving a backstory to a throwaway mini boss type villain.

I digress. To add on to what I said previously, it is discouraging to draw and write my heart out about something only to have it derailed by another subject. I have tried to take it all in stride, but my feelings are hurt. I would talk about Vanilla doing something, it gets derailed to Jonathan even when he wasn't even relevant to the conversation. I would say something about TipVans or Bel or Ramon or Emmanuel, it would get derailed so fast and I would get 20 asks about the heads doing the same thing my f/o or other characters are doing.

When I would do the f/o takeovers, not a single question I would receive was about the relationship Vanilla has with Tippy (although I could be wrong and don't remember. I only remember getting asks about taking care of the disembodied heads).

I don't want any of you to feel bad or think that I am mad at you. I am very overwhelmed and disheartened. I put a lot of passion into my art work and writing. I am very grateful for all of the kind words I receive and all of the wonderful encouragement I get on tags when my art gets reblogged every now and then.

There's this one drawing I have worked my best on and put my all into, which is a semi realism digital painting, I am very proud of (here). When I first uploaded it, I had somebody go, "Okay, now do semi realistic Jonathan's head." I can't just do a semi realism painting. It takes a lot of patience and energy.

I'm asking for a little bit of space, and a little bit of grace.

Like I have said before, I am in no way, shape, or form angry with anyone. Please, by all means, continue drawing, writing, animating, and talking about the Jonathan Head universe. I want you all to have fun and continue having fun. Do what makes you happy, create to your heart's content, please

I only ask 2 things: please, do not derail my other art works or writings anymore with Jonathan's Head stuff unless he is in them. And please do not bombard other artists/writers with asks, especially if they are uncomfortable and expressing their discomfort.

For now, asks are closed because I am overwhelmed with things and this (unfortunately) was the final straw.

Please don't think I will be angry with you if you decide to tag me in something Jonathan's Head related. I will still like it and share it and be happy for you and/or the person who created the work.

Once again, I am very grateful and thankful for all of the kind words and feedback I have gotten on my fanfic and drawings. I will let you all know when asks are turned back on as well. Then one day we can roleplay and stuff again💙

TL;DR: Overwhelmed with asks. Asks are turned off. Disheartened by my art and writing being derailed by Jonathan and the rest of the heads. Not mad, very supportive of your creativity. Wish you all the best 💙

[corvitine]

This ended up being a lot longer than I intended but here’s the backstory and stuff about my Tavflayer, Dahlia! @wisp-of-chaos tagging you for the infodump lol

Dahlia Ainsworth is my Tavflayer, a bard with the entertainer background. She was born and raised in Baldur’s Gate and was a Tiefling whose great grandfather is Mephistopheles. Her family is actually rather proud of their heritage, mostly because of their powerful magic that they inherited from Mephistopheles. Her family members are all mages of some kind, and most of them study or teach magic. However, Dahlia decided she’d rather be a bard, as she has a passion for music. She is good with magic and does like using it but decided she wanted to be a bard. Her parents didn’t approve and saw it as a waste of her talents as a mage and they had a bit of a falling out. Dahlia thought they were unsupportive and wanted to be able to choose what she wanted to do with her life. This led to them having little contact for a few years.

She made her living as a traveling bard/adventurer, singing songs and ballads of great heroes. She always dreamed of having a grand adventure, the kind bards would sing of for years to come. Dahlia got her wish when she ended up captured by mind flayer and infected and having to save Baldur’s Gate.

Dahlia isn’t quite sure how she became the leader of their group and at times was a little overwhelmed by having to be the one to make decisions for her and her new friends. But she never let it show, putting on a brave face even when she was scared or unsure. She’s an upbeat and optimistic person and did her best to keep everyone’s spirits up.

She ended up having a massive crush on her dream guardian; after all, “How could I not fall for my knight in shining armor?” The Emperor had appeared to her as a handsome Tiefling man and the two of them grew close. When she found out his true identity, she felt hurt. Not only because she felt he had been lying to her but because he seemingly didn’t trust her. Despite this, she still loved him, and was very happy when she found out that he felt the same and they became lovers.

Dahlia chose to become a mind flayer, not only to defeat the Netherbrain but because she came to realize it was what she wanted. She was a little afraid of losing herself but made the choice anyway, and came to love her new illithid self. She loves being a mind flayer and her relationship with the Emperor became even closer than before. She feels she understands him better than before. She also loves her new powers feels very cool as an illithid. She just wishes more people saw her as more than a brain-eating monster. Dahlia had a bit of a difficult time controlling her new powers (and her emotions) at first, but luckily had the Emperor to help her, who was incredibly patient and helpful to her.

After saving Baldur’s Gate, Dahlia started mending her relationship with her family. She has her parents, an older sister, younger brother, grandparents, an aunt, uncle, and cousin. They were a little unsure at first with her now being a mind flayer (and being in a relationship with one), but slowly accepted her and her new partner. They were happy to be back on speaking terms with her, and proud of her for saving Baldur’s Gate. The Emperor is cordial but rather awkward around her family though they do their best to accept him.

Dahlia joined the Harper’s after the reunion with her friend, and has been helping to rebuild. She also assists the Emperor with the Knights when she can. She and the Emperor live together.

Out of all of her friends, she is closest with Wyll and considers him to be her best friend. She is also very good friends with Blurg and Omeluum.

Personality-wise, she is what many call a ray of sunshine. Outgoing, bubbly, and friendly. She’s the type of person you can’t help but like. She does have her limits though. She’s protective of her friends and incredibly loyal. Some see her as naive and too kind and trusting, though. When she sets her mind to something she is very stubborn.

And yeah, that’s what I have right now? I’m sure there’s a lot more I could say about Dahlia because I love her a lot and she lives in my head rent free lol.