#havent slept in 3 days now :((

[icewindandboringhorror]

Some (late) holiday photos of the boye~!

[girl-bateman]

Had an amazing week of perfect sleep and right when I started to believe I was back to normal and everything was getting better the insomnia came back in full force, yay !

[slutdge]

All i can hope for my cousin who committed suicide is that he's finally at peace in a way he couldnt be in life. if that makes sense

[regardingjenmish]

I’ve had such a weird/kind of a bad week, which is why I’ve been so inactive. My mood has been kind of shit especially after this weekend so I’ve been kind of hiding and just trying to relax until life stops kicking me. Hopefully this week is better even tho I still have a weird gut feeling about it.

[mxdotpng]

litrrally just like wow. wlw can afford to pick and choose what we like to see in media now. we can do that. that is a thing we can do.

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lisa rowe & daisy randone (narrative foils/parallels) + meta

cont. tags/commentary from this post, other meta post I am referencing is here (linking any future posts i make on these two here as well: x)

**At that point, Daisy's father had not only broken his daughter down to such a fragile psychological state that she could not continue living after Lisa's aggressive confrontation (unfortunately, the only way Lisa does confrontation with anyone about anything…), but he & the abuse he enacted on his daughter (that the system additionally seemed to turn a blind eye to on every level) had now added to & reinforced the life schemas Lisa sees the world through:

...that being Good in a world where the people in power/their influence are corrupt is an invitation to be taken advantage of at best and a life spent complicit in your own abuse & dehumanization at worst. According to the system, Daisy did everything right, yet she ended up in a gilded cage, still under monitoring, never truly Free.

(As compared to, say, the hospital that Lisa somewhat sarcastically refers to as her home. One she admits to Susanna that she has no hope of legitimately leaving ("Then you're a lifer—like me."). Interestingly, the suicide of her former roommate mirrors Daisy's suicide: both by hanging, both after some interaction or lack thereof with Lisa (you might imagine Georgina taking Susanna's place as mediator if it were an altercation), both in cages; one gilded and the other somewhat more literal.

...that this is the system working as intended. Whether at home, in the hospital, or on the highway, people are out to get you—the world is Cruel, and the only way to Survive without being defeated by this is to internalize the cruelty and turn it back out (thereby shirking her own humanity).

...that true Freedom is not to conform to the system or to make the best choices for yourself according to everyone else but to reject it completely and to instead parody, dodge, and dominate the cruelty levied at you at every turn. to affect without being affected, to choose your own path without regard to your effect on others.

 …as well as messing up her plans with Susanna. Feeling that she had finally seen Lisa for who she truly was, she abandoned their plans together, regardless of what that meant for the other girl—unable to consider sticking together with her and running away as a possibility anymore (rightfully so)—which, with Lisa's unwillingness to return to the hospital, unfortunately meant that she, in turn, abandoned Lisa.

[lyrics & film analysis break]

The last song Daisy chooses to listen to specifically deals with themes of abandonment, emotional insecurity, and black-and-white thinking—all of which are extremely central both to herself and to Lisa. We last see her robotically ascend the stairs as if walking upward to heaven, and this song almost seems to be her making ironic commentary from the afterlife. Every line seems steeped in a thick layer of irony, all wrapped up in a heavy melancholy.

"Why do these eyes of mine cry?"

This line of the song plays as Susanna enters Daisy's home through the veritable arch of flowers adorning the wallpaper around her front door and up the staircase, surrounding her with orange and yellow gerbera daisies (symbolizing innocence, purity, strength, warmth, and happiness) as well as silver sparklers (optimism, resilience, beauty, and transformation).

Lisa is sitting at the kitchen table wearing her sunglasses despite the weather and her being indoors, the lenses tilted slightly forward as if they were indeed making the room too dark—her eyes obscured as she fidgets with half of a clean percolator, haphazardly flicking cigarette ash in the general direction of the ashtray and looking as if she has been absentmindedly considering making coffee. A small flowerpot containing three yellow tulips* sits off to her right, usually representing cheerfulness, hope, and friendship. Obviously, these things are relevant to point out for a character named Daisy. But everything is wrong here. With the pancake money inexplicably pressed into the ashtray on the other side of the table, Lisa has seemingly decided to use the tulips to stub out her cigarettes, where they remain lodged between the petals. Seemingly impatient and irritated about the loud music, she does not follow Susanna upstairs, and she does not remove her sunglasses. Altogether, she seems clearly perturbed and has been chain smoking while awaiting Susanna's return.

*These flowers are generally given as a birthday gift to a friend. This might be a nod to the book, in which Daisy commits suicide on her birthday.

"Why does my heart go on beating? Hmm, hmm"

This line is sung as Susanna comes into frame at the bottom of the staircase with the camera overlooking Daisy's cat, Ruby, staring down as if waiting for her to follow. Obviously, the name Ruby literally refers to the deep red-colored gemstone—a symbol of love and passionate romance—but the colour red is furthermore associated with blood, strength, courage, sexuality, and danger.

"Don't they know, it's the end of the world? It ended when you said goodbye…"

The song in this scene initially started playing during the last verse, and the outro finishes up just as Susanna gets upstairs and peeks into Daisy's bedroom, where we can see that the wallpaper has changed to a pattern of various pink-tinted butterflies. Except for an unmade bed, her room is pristine, and resembles that of a much younger girl. Susanna watches as the needle of her record player lifts up and drops back down at the start of the song, which begins again (and again, and again, and again, according to Lisa's outburst).

"Why does the sun go on shining?"

The sun is not shining brightly on the day of Daisy's suicide—it's overcast, foggy, and rainy—"suicide weather," as the book describes it.

"Why does the sea rush to shore?"

This line plays as Susanna starts slowly making her way toward the bathroom, where Ruby was clawing at the door as if she needed to get in.

"'Cause you don't love me any more Why do the birds go on singing? Why do the stars glow above?"

These lines are sung as the camera focuses in on Susanna's face, showing her trepidation. We can see that the walls here are white and bare save for two gold ornaments as she hesitantly calls Daisy's name.

"Don't they know it's the end of the world? It ended when I lost your love"

These lines are sung as Susanna opens the door to the bathroom, and we see her horrified and devastated reaction to the scene in front of her, her face and reaction exemplifying the meanings of ending and loss.

"I wake up in the morning and I wonder Why everything's the same as it was I can't understand, no, I can't understand How life goes on the way it does"

Lisa comes into frame exactly as these lines are sung, facing away from the camera, even as she is easily in sight of Daisy's body; she stiffly climbs the stairs one at a time, finally removing her sunglasses only as she comes into frame behind Susanna, looking unsurprised at what she sees. The first two sentences out of her mouth are wildly inappropriate, as if this scene is to be expected, as if it changes nothing to her (or, as if she had already seen/expected it after waking up that morning, perhaps wondering why the music was going on and on). She seems to find the other girl's reaction amusing and follows her retreat into the bedroom with her eyes, then takes several points to bring her gaze back up to where Daisy is, making an ambivalent expression that settles into her usual smirk after telling a joke, which has again fallen into an unreadable expression when the camera pans to her again.

With one hand in its usual confident place atop her hip, she leans slightly against the wall, looking thoughtfully at Daisy's body as her other hand again fidgets, tentatively and with the railing this time, before using that hand to pull herself forward, apparently having made the decision or found the resolve to take money from Daisy's housecoat, or perhaps she was simply taking one last look at this girl who had been alive at the other end of her taunts just the night before.

[lyrics and film analysis break end]

Lisa refused to accept the cash to emphasize that it was dirty money—perhaps why she felt it belonged in the ashtray. because of how Lisa sees the world and moves through it in unhealthy ways, she was unwilling to view Daisy's situation as anything except her own fault, seeing as it would challenge too many of her own beliefs, instead casting her as a willing victim… rather than the truth of the matter being that she was repeatedly victimized despite all attempts to empower herself through circumstances often beyond her control, to the point where the gilded cage seemed like the best option—a very dark place to be in.

Daisy was constantly faced with denials of her agency concerning all areas of her life. Most obviously, her bodily agency was violated, and her ability to regain control via disordered eating was then restricted via over-reliance on laxatives, which were always in short supply due to her abusing them. Furthermore, Daisy's attempt to regain her sense of control only ended up compounding the reason she felt powerless in the first place, as her abuser was then able to completely control her diet, secure more visits, and create a wider gap between victim and hospital staff, all while further alienating her from other patients who might've understood her, were her situation already not so advanced that she was impossible to reach.

Intentionally so, as she continually felt she had to push people away to maintain what little bodily autonomy and environmental control she had left. Such are your options when your ability to discern your own wants and sense of self is damaged by enmeshment. Daisy, like the nyctinastic silver sparklers decorating the walls of her home, was increasingly enveloped in a shadow that caused her to completely close herself off to others, leaving her trapped in a disempowered state. Lisa, in comparison, was closed off to herself and to her own emotions, as a way to empower herself despite any circumstance. She felt Daisy had more power in her situation than she was willing to acknowledge/act on and judged her sorely for it (…that being a repressed judgment of herself).

Similarly to Lisa, Daisy continually chose quick fixes. She had to choose: suffering the indignity of other patients being allowed to invade her room*, or not having the pills she needed, which would mean a loss of control/agency. Lisa had to choose: suffering the indignity of other people being allowed to invade her sexually/physically, or not having the money she needed, which would mean a loss of control/freedom. Neither of these girls wanted to put themselves into the situations they ended up in; each was picking the option they found the most tolerable in that moment.

(*Metaphorically, I see this as an example of how conditioned she is to accept temporary boundary violations/grin and bear it, considering how symbolic her private room in the hospital is of her body itself/her need for boundaries.)

Daisy would repeat this pattern with her move, again ending up in a worse situation in which she had less control than before, her enmeshment and desperation leaving her in a state of chronic disconnection to her own reality. The wearing down of her very personhood becomes extremely obvious when, even in what she considers to be her own domain & supposedly her pride and joy—her home—she is easily relegated to the upper floor. However, despite Daisy's situation resulting in such a damaged sense of self-worth that she probably felt utterly powerless without her usual false image of superiority and semi-normalcy propping her up after Lisa pointed out the cuts on her wrist, she still attempts to create and enforce boundaries, perhaps specifically wanting to assert herself to Lisa as a person who has boundaries, and (politely) demands they be respected: "Please be gone in the morning."

Lisa would also continually repeat this pattern of helpless self-destruction, seeking her freedom only to find herself in police custody, in a padlocked room, in a state of lethargy after being administered shock therapy, "blowing guys at the bus station" for cash, etc. She is able to see the hypocrisy in the way that Daisy presents herself as being recovered despite her situation (and takes great personal offense to the idea that any kind of freedom could ever be found within a cage…), but is willfully ignorant about her own level of denial and delusion concerning her own "freedom". That is, until Susanna attempts to level the same amount of verbal abuse back at Lisa, to "push her buttons," in the same way she witnessed Lisa do to Daisy… all for daring to understand her. Compare what Daisy said to Lisa with what Lisa cried about herself at the climax of the movie:

Daisy: You're just jealous, Lisa. Because I got better. Because I was released. Lisa: You think you're free? I'm free! You don't know what freedom is! I'm free! Daisy: Because I have a chance, and a life. Lisa: I can breathe! And you… you'll go choke on your average fucking mediocre life! Daisy: My father loves me. Lisa: Why am I so neglected? Why doesn't anyone […] tell me… that I'm a fucking whore, and that my parents wish I were dead?

Daisy doesn't say so maliciously, or to "press buttons," but Lisa is unable or unwilling to interpret her words any other way for how they offend her. Tragically, Daisy displays a deep understanding of Lisa that no other character seems to have, which Lisa responds to by completely rejecting and maliciously going after her weak spots in an effort to tear her down and shut her up, resulting in a tragedy of which she readily deflects the blame (as is her specialty) back onto Daisy, a perpetual victim: the person most like herself, who she was unable to influence and so chose to destroy.

I would have liked for Daisy and Lisa to both survive, to become friends, and for Daisy to have been able to hear some of Susanna's great speech at the end of the film:

"I've wasted a year of my life… and maybe everyone out there is a liar, and maybe the whole world is stupid and ignorant. But I'd rather be IN IT. I'd rather be fucking in it, than down here […]"

Daisy offered her genuine thoughts, which ended up benefitting Lisa down the line. It's so unfair for her to die... Ideally, Lisa could have accepted the criticism Daisy readily offered to her, rather than lashing out and postponing her development until much farther in the future, under much worse circumstances—but, of course, having cut down the one person making an actual attempt to get through to her, she pushes herself further into her illness and recommits to those patterns, unwilling to accept the parts of herself that drew her antagonistically towards Daisy in the first place. Lisa so easily could have helped her learn to be less tolerant of having her boundaries crossed, and by accepting and helping Daisy build up her fragile self-image, Lisa could come to accept those parts of herself as well. They could have helped each other to recognize the ways in which they have harmed themselves (and others) and both found more secure identities outside of trauma and victimhood. but for someone victimized for so long that it eclipsed her identity in totality—groomed to be a Good and compliant girl—to take it to her grave… Lisa's cruel psychological attack was her breaking point.

[end meta]

The song continues to loop.

Why does my heart go on beating? Why do these eyes of mine cry? Don't they know it's the end of the world? It ended when you said goodbye...

Daisy hung herself without saying a word to anyone, the only sort of "note" left being the bills in her pocket, also taken from her. These lyrics beget the audience to consider the complicity of all parties involved in her short life, present or absent, while solemnly acknowledging that the world has indeed continued to agonizingly turn for all but one.

Susanna flicks the music off, silencing the reminder. She collects Daisy's heart- her Ruby, and waits outside.

[arolesbianism]

Y'know there already is such a nonexistent market for oni art in general so the fact that I wanna draw more au art is killing me. Like I draw for fun and don't need notes to be happy with a piece but also I need ppl to view my art and be curious and ask questions because while I may not desperately need approval I do desperately need excuses to gush abt the things I like

[itsays]

if i were an idol i would kill myself tbh

[reallytallcat]

Guy holding cigarette guy looking tired holding cigarette guy looking hungover holding cigarette guy sitting on balcony looking tired guy

[lunaria-maharlika]

Pt 2. EXTRA Danny accidentally becomes the president

P2 extra: Danny becomes the president

Danny slept for ONLY a few days and when he woke up he was healed of all injury. Oh, and also, he wasn't in his room. NO, he was in a mansion, a FRUITLOOP type of mansion. A beautiful gothic inspired mansion that screamed "I AM ELEGANCE, I AM BEAUTY I AM MONEY" it was only when he one of the workers in the mansion came in did he get informed about what happened these last few days.

APPARENTLY this wasn't just a mansion, it was a WHITE HOUSE. Except it was panted like a black and green galaxy because everyone hates white now

And also he's the president.

A Fenton is either EXTREMELY SUCCESSFUL or EXTREMELY UNSUCCESSFUL.

All he wanted to keep to protect his town from the GIW. But considering that fainted he was... unsuccessful? But that slight failure did help the amity parkers decide to help themselves and finally accept him as hero so maybe not??

He was happy that they accepted him and protected him but he really wasn't expecting this at all. Why in the world did they make him president??? He didn't think they liked him that much! Also! How is he president??? Amity park is just a random town in the middle of nowhere Illinois!

Wait...what??! WHAT DO YOU MEAN AMITY IS AN INDEPENDENT COUNTRY???!! I WAS OUT FOR 3 DAYS! THEY HAVENT EVEN STARTED CLEANING UP YET HOW IN THE NAME OF THEY ANCIENTS DID WE GET DECLARED AS AN INDEPENDENT COUNTRY????!

"I see..." Danny nodded after finally calming down. "So let me get this straight..." He counted on his fingers, "You," he looks at the woman in front of him "along side other people and ghosts, and mom and dad, and fright night, and Pandora...kidnapped the us president"

She nodded.

"Took him to UN headquarters, then Bribed, blackmailed, and harrased the UN members into declaring us a country"

.she nodded.

"Then declared me as king and president of amity"

She nodded.

"You know this new development is gonna attract the league of bitches right?"

"Oh we won't have to worry about that for now, but when they do then we'll be prepared." She smiled innocently.

Danny stared at her with tired eyes as he channeled his inner amity parker, the power to say well, I guess this is happening now. He sighed "Fine, but I can't be king and president at the same time. I can be king since you're all liminal, so technically all of amity is part of the whole ghost king territory." He sighed, "but I can't be president, too much responsibility, I'm already in charge of a whole ass realm"

So now they needed a new president, preferably some uncorrupt, someone who doesn't care much about the money and will always look for ways to improve the living standard, someone kind but not a push over.

Next day it was declared that.

MADDIE AND JACK FENTON, PRESIDENTS OF AMITY.

Danny was stunned when he saw the news. Did they seriously pick the resident mad scientists as president.

Don't get him wrong, he loves his parents and know that they're awesome but can they do this???

Turns out they can.

The president Drs Fenton's first move was healthcare for Both ghosts and humans and a free class dedicated to helping yourself.

Helping yourself classes include:

How to stitch your self up

How to use fudge as a weapon

How to fight the world most dangerous villains.

How to fight the worlds strongest heroes

Etch.

They launched some programs that might seem weird at first.

Programs like:

A defence class against sentient food.

Making friends with the realms

A school for the liminal

A class for avoiding the fae.

Using the blob ghosts as construction workers.

Etch

They might be weird but the end results turned out to be pretty usefull for the amity parkers.

At some point they decided to build a wall around the countrys property. It would ensure that only the amity parkers and people with permission would be able to enter/leave the town. There would be no gate and the only way out would be trough the portal system built by the Fenton's.

Danny thought it was too much

The amity parkers thought it was perfect, they didn't want anyone in their country, this was the kings haunt, this was their home and they would die and then come back as ghosts just to protect it.

And so the wall was raised..

Amity park continued to live in harmony and peace for many years...

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A couple of years later.

Flash had come across the wall.

And of course, alerted the league of bitches.

Batman was having a headache, no matter where he looked, no matter how many government systems he hacked, there was nothing. Not a single piece of info, not a single paper trail on what could possibly be whats behind the wall, and when it was built.

But it's impossible for something that big to just appear out of nowhere.

So the JL had suggested looking over Illinois via satellite, the wall didn't have a roof so they should be able to see the inside.

"What the heck" Oracle cursed as she looked at the camera. "Hey RR, look at this"

"what is it?" Red Robin walked closer, coffee mug in hand.

"Somethings interfering, I can't get a view of the wall at all" she took a sip of her own coffee as she tried hacking. Emphasis on TRIED.

The batcomputer was covered in static, then turned black. After that it flashed gold with a Egyptian like gold simbol and a message.

"NU UH"

" Get wrecked ".

Suddenly whoever was On the other side started hacking the batcomputer.

It turned into a nearly 24 hour, (Oracle: does this hacker not sleep??) battle of trying to keep the hacker away from their bat systems.

It only stopped when the hacker sent a message.

"Nice as this little war was, im getting bored so bye (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)"

Seizing the opportunity they tried to hack in. Only to be hit with a firewall and a virus.

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Life was good, life was stressful but it was good for Danny.

He thought to himself as he walked towards the wall that kept them safe.

Appearantly the clan of glorified furrys tried hacking them last night. Unfortunately for them not only was Tucker incredibly good at hacking, his liminality also gave him less need for sleep so he just kept messing with them until they were exhausted.

But this little occurrence made Danny think a bit. Now that the GIW was gone and the Anti ecto acts were basically burned without a trace , there was no need to hide. There was never a need to isolate their little country in the first place.

The amity parkers are free come and go whenever they want, the wall isn't here to keep them in, it's to keep the outsiders out. The rich familys often go out, they can't just disappear from society after all, but the other amity parkers, they don't. They haven't left at all, claiming that it was better for them here as they probably won't be accepted. Just because the Anti ecto laws are gone doesn't change the fact that liminals and ghost aren't recognized as species, they were closer to myths than metas and the world, (especially the league of bitches) werent like them, they were terrified of change. So they stayed in amity.

The people just wanted to feel safe for a while, lay low until they're sure that no one would hurt them any more. But they're stronger now, better than before and more ...magical.

Danny stops waking and looks back at the town. Liminals, ghost, blobs, and humans with ghostly features from the ecto walked, talked and played together. He grinned so what if the world would have a hard time accepting them? The worlds opinion doesn't matter, destroying it or fleeing to another dimension was always a choice and his people aren't the type to back down from a fight.

Yeah, It was time to reintroduce Amity to the world. He flipped the switch and the walls portal gate opened to Gotham.

Now then? They had a plan, his people suggested he take the lead in the plan and they will follow.

The plan? The plan was to become a head ache for Bruce Wayne, aka the The Furry knight.

Rich fruitloop with a plan to takeover the business world style.

_________

Tim is stressed not only is he stressed with the whole random Illinois wall situation he's also stressing out about this random Business man that appeared out of nowhere And is competing against WE!

Okay, maybe not competing but still!! It's only been two months, TWO MONTHS since this company appeared and it was already competing for one of the richest companys in America! How?????

So he tried looking into the owner. The owner looked like about his age! Looked like a fresh 18 year old but his file says he's 25, something about slow aging that runs in the family, maybe a meta gene? But theres no way he could build a billionaire company from scratch at only 25 so hes definitely born in a rich family. Daniel Fenton, his name, a perfectly normal name. Only issue is that, THERE ARE NO BILLIONAIRE FAMILIES NAMED FENTON!.

He looked deeper, he found an interview that said he was from a country called Amity when asked where it was, he gave coordinates. Not an address, not a continent, but COORDINATES. And Guess where the coordinates led?

THE FREAKING WALL OF ILLINOIS!!!!.

This man came from the wall! Well... Most likely INSIDE the wall. But from the wall nonetheless.

So he told Bruce, and what was the best way to get a business mans attention without being suspicious?

A GALA

Tags, I'm not gonna do tags anymore, might make a masterpost so look out for that instead.

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@sumatra513

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[cyberrose2001]

Hi hi! Your op drawings are so good?? My bby aaa drawing him (bots in gen) is so tough, I get too caught up in the details TT

Anyway, since I miss him lol I was wondering if I could request some... uh, gosh I hate this word but idk anything synonymous. Could I request pussydrunk tfp op?

Hope you're having a nice day/night btw <3

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TFP pussydrunk!Optimus x reader

Hi hello!!I am very proud of this and it's probably up there with my list of my favourite fics I have ever written. Thank you so much for requesting and liking my silly sketches of the blorbo. I've written this as gender neutral <3

(lowkey ive been writing heaps of OP eating pussy,,, its a canon event for me i cannot intervene..... anyway its 11AM and i havent slept yet but i needed to finish hggggh *dies of horny*)

Warnings: Oral sex (reader receiving), edging, reader has a vagina.

Word count: 657

18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI

Spending time alone with you has learned to be one of Optimus' most treasured past times. But as much as it pains him, relaxing with you is a rare treat. The usual business of the base either keeps him up all night, or he genuinely has no time. However, he tries his best to make the most of it, whether he's relaxing with you, cuddling you, or with his head glued between your inner thighs. 

Like right now. It was nearing two AM. Optimus has you sprawled out on your shared berth, his face pressed against your aching heat, finally finding sweet relief from his built-up arousal. It's been too fragging long since his face was buried in you. He misses it, and if Optimus had a choice, he would sacrifice everything he's worked for to keep you bare before him.

Two hours. Optimus had been lazily lapping at you for two hours now. At one point, his helm had lulled to the side to rest against your right inner thigh to not strain his neck. His glossa grows tired, and his energon roars through his hot frame.

His stamina is almost depleted compared to when he initially delved into your drenched pussy. Despite this, Optimus still has the capacity to tightly grip your hips, gently massaging them as you lie still for him. He is weary, yet he perseveres, ignoring his aching joints and pulsing spike painfully pressed against the berth because tonight is about you. He will make up for all those lonely nights you've spent in berth alone in one lengthy oral session.

It's very often that when Optimus gives you oral, his mind feels like he's been transported to a higher plane of existence, one where he has no responsibilities or obligations to lead a team, just the mind-numbing taste of you. It makes him dizzy and light-headed, similar to the buzz he gets when he has a high grade or two, but Optimus prefers revelling in you instead to get his high. 

As ever patient as you are with your star-crossed lover, your hips still gently roll and shudder involuntarily against his glossa, and Optimus fucking loves it. He loves your soft cries when he sucks on your clit, and he loves when you clamp your legs around his helm when your orgasm is merely within reach. But he won't let you finish just yet, not when he's yet to relish and thoroughly drown himself in your sticky sweet.  

His warm optics remain lazily trained on your face, only fluttering close when you squeeze his helm. The pressure from your thighs only heightens his hunger, a carnal desire to swallow every drop of your aphrodisiac juices. 

"Mmmmm," You mewl, sweaty palms digging into the berth, "Fuck, I missed this… why don't we do this - aah - more often, baby…."

Optimus doesn't respond, and he can't because his processor is so intoxicated and aroused that he can't even form a single coherent sentence. It's quite ironic, he thinks. A mech of his nature that is so poised and articulate in his vocable is conned by his own desperate need to surrender his intake to his humans' essence.

"Mmmffh," He purrs into your heat, parting your sensitive lips with his glossa, lazily swirling around your bud before pressing a gentle kiss against it. He can't help but grind his spike into the berth below at your whimpers, servos kneading into your soft flesh, "More… Primus, I need more…."

You titter breathlessly, snaking a hand to the top of his helm to lightly press his face further into your pulsing heat, and Optimus delightfully grunts. You shiver, biting back a moan at the vibrations, "Go ahead, hun, you've got me for the rest of the night."

Optimus may need to blow a hole into the sun to prevent it from rising, since one night will never be enough to satisfy his thirst for you.

[artsyannierose]

Talk to me about how Angel always being scared of ruining his first healthy relationship (with Husk) so he tries to be as “easy to love” as possible but Husk loves him flaws and all:3.

(Btw I cherish your doodles)

Huskerdust doodle just for you anon <3

I COULD TALK ABOUT HUSKERDUST ALL DAY ANYDAY YOU CAME TO THE RIGHT PERSON

Well let’s see hm Angel has had little to no experience in relationships

Like bro was a closeted gay when he was alive and presumably had no proper “relationships” with anyone other than Valentino and…well we know how that turned out

So he probably is going to have a hard time even comprehending the fact that Husk even loves him for who he is as a person and not to bed him like literally everyone else has

Like honestly when was the last time ANYONE gave Anthony/Angel Dust aftercare??? I’m willing to bet never. Everyone he’s ever slept with never stayed till morning or let him get even maybe a glass of water, he was just kicked out after business was done and done. Then he would just cope with all of it with drugs and Valentino I assume

Now he’s got a man who already made it clear that he doesn’t want this fake Angel Dust persona that everyone else wants to sleep with because of what they see on their TV screen, but is rather interested in getting to know this broken boy behind the facade. Nevermind the fact that they are together, Husk is first and foremost his best friend (aside from Cherri but like Cherri is his bestie to get into shit with yk) and the kind of understanding they share is way beyond “yeah you’re hot let’s fuck” like Husk is no fuckbuddy if hes fucking Angel then obviously he’s there to stay (which i love about him)

So Angel’s automatic response because of the derogatory way Valentino has treated him would be “omg I can’t mess this up i canNOT mess this up” and he would do everything in his power to make sure Husk is thoroughly comfortable and never shows any signs of disgust or such if ykwim. Husk is a bit too flustered at Angel flirting a bit too much? He’ll dial it back tenfold. Husk pins his ears back at listening to Angel vent about Valentino doing something shitty to him? Angel will change the subject. He’d probably be so overly cautious about Husk’s little reactions that Husk probably isn’t even aware of himself

Because the problem now is Angel thinks Husk loves him for how Angel makes him feel rather than Husk loving him for who he is. He’s just. In denial man. So he tries to basically “pay him back” by being the perfect boyfriend, and i say this assuming they HAVENT slept with each other yet because if they haven’t figured this out Husk would probably say its too early lmaooo. So when I say being the perfect boyfriend, i mean like cuddles and kisses and helping each other out, venting, all that cute stufffff

I’m sure Angel is just trying to doeverything he can without like alerting Valentino to the two of them because BOY that would end badly.

Anyway one day Husk asks him why he’s not really being himself (because of course Husk can read him because why couldn’t he) and Angel’s like “wdym” and Husk just prompts him like “you hide all the bad parts from me much more now than before (like before they got together) and maybe Angel isn’t even aware of this until Husk points it out. It’s gonna take him a second to open up just because he’s not used to it but Husk just makes him comfortable, he’d total all put Angel in his lap and just purr until he’s comfortable nskdnfssfiwvagfjnderhgr

Angel finally pours out his insecurities like a tide and hides his face in Husk’s chest while everything just comes out once he’s started. After hes done he would say something like “I didn’t want you to see me like this…im so sorry” but just bury himself further into Husk while Husk is just taking a second to process everything he just said.

Hed probably do something sappy like tilt Angel’s chin up and peck his lips before telling him “What makes you think I wouldn’t love you past your fears and flaws?” (IDC I WANT SAPPY IM. HERE FOR SAPPSYYPYYPY)

Hold on holy shit creativewriting burst right here SHORT DRABBLE YALL I WILL REBLOG THIS WITH A SMALL FICLET

ANYWAY YES HUSKERDUST ANGEL PROBABLY WILL STYART CRYING AND HUSK WILL JUST CUDDLE HIM CLOSER AND WHISPER SWEET NOTHINGS WHILE ANGEL CRIES ABOUT HOW MUCH HE LOVES HUSK

GOSHHHHHHH I love them sm I’ll shut up now ok bye

why can I write an essay for Huskerdust for free and not write one to save my English grade-

[kalashtars]

in this moment i think if i had a time machine i would go back in time to the me before freshman year of college who was considering majoring in computer science and say that it's maybe a good idea, actually.

nothing like the last 2 weeks of the semester to make you question every life decision you've ever made

[lighthouseshepard]

I know you just had top surgery - how was it? How was the healing process? I’m scared to death of surgery but I desperately need these off

HI NYX!!! ok im gonna try and be as brief and concise as possible because theres honestly quite a lot i could talk about but! heres some thoughts under the cut

so honestly as someone who has had a few surgeries in the past for other medical issues - this ranked VERY low on the pain scale. maybe a 4/10 tops at its worst (although i do understand everyone is different). the surgeon kept telling me "many people do not find this operation particularly painful" and i did not believe him one bit until afterwards. i had prescription pain medicne and antibiotics to take, but honestly i only needed the prescription medicine for about 3 days, and then after that i was fine with tylenol. after a week really i didnt need to take anything consistently, it was here or there if i happened to start moving around too much.

the worst part for me overall was the BANDAGES. after you wake up youre gonna be wrapped within an inch if your life with ike 2 inches of gauze and tape and an ace wrap holding it all together. if you have drains (which i did) you can't shower until they're out and the bandages come off, anywhere from 5 to 7 days usually. mine was 7 days and i was miserable. the drain emptying wasnt that bad tbh, someone helped me the first 2 times and then i was able to do it myself afterwards. if youre bad with blood or bodily fluids then youll def need someone to help you there. the drain removal process, to be completely honest, was. also bad. it lasted maybe five seconds per drain but i didnt breathe right like they told me to and had a vasovagal reaction and passed out. i dont say this to dissuade you! but it was not pleasant

the main thing probably is gonna be stiffness and soreness. you literally won't be able to do anything with your arms for at least a few days - its bordering on 2 weeks for me and im just now able to pull a shirt over my head without stiffness. you DEFINITELY will need someone to help you with basic tasks those first few days, getting food, getting dressed, etc. some ppl get bruising on their chest just from the skin being manipulated and etc but surprisingly i havent had any bruising yet?

also!! again some places differ, but mine was a same day surgery. after a few hours of waking up i was able to be bundled into the car back to the hotel. youre gonna be really groggy but i was able to walk just fine, albeit very slowly with help. the surgery itself was the blink of an eye to me. i remember them putting an o2 mask over my face and then i was OUT. seconds later i was being dragged up out of unconscious well by the nurse's voice.

ill say too, i 100% understand the nervousness and fear. the 2 weeks leading up to the surgery were like. awful andnsnjf. i was so anxious and terrified of the pain only to find it genuinely was not that bad at all. you know the this too shall pass lighter i have. i slept with that clutched in my hand the entire night before surgery. it was very much a "do it scared" situation and having those things of comfort and reassurance whatever they are to you can help immensely. and i did do it! and the relief i felt a week after when i finally got to see made literally all of it worth it. theres still healing to go (i took a month off work also) but im taking it very slowly and trying not to rush enjoyment of this body c: most of the healing process has been letting the body do its natural work and being patient with it, a thing i am usually not. i still have to dress the area for another 2 weeks maybe, but then i can start scar care!!!

[luvangelbreak]

Deprived | Twenty

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking, suggestive? word count: 3.3k a/n: this series has been longer than I anticipated but I'm living for the slow burn so it's gonna be a while till we're done folks.

pov: layla

I spent the next week couped in my room, refusing to leave as I quickly smoked the bag of weed Wes had given me. Allie had messaged me in concern multiple times and I finally built up the courage to reply to her a day after her last message.

Allie <3 Monday hey girl are you okay? matt has been off all day 1:30pm Tuesday if u wanna talk im here <3 5:37pm Wednesday im getting concerned pls message me if u need anything 3:47pm

You sorry just havent been feeling good im okay just need time alone 10:21pm

Allie <3 im sorry :(10:23pm

You its okay i'll be at school tmrw 10:27pm

Allie <3 okay! see ya then <3 10:28pm

I locked my phone and threw it lazily on the bed beside me, rolling over to face the wall where my window was cracked open. I was glad my dad was out tonight, having to deal with him for over a week straight was draining and I felt like it didn't benefit my self-loathing in any way. I sighed as my mind always travelled back to the look on Matt's face, the pure hurt in his eyes that I knew I caused.

Part of me was glad he hadn't messaged or tried to talk to me. It meant that I could push him away if I wanted to. I did just that without even consciously meaning to. I got scared and made it his fault in my brain but as I continued rotting in my bed, I realised I hurt him more than I ever meant to. It wasn't his fault that I was afraid of someone being close, it wasn't his fault that I let something so small set me off. I needed to make him realise it wasn't his fault and I was just not used to the affection and accommodation he offered me daily.

I barely slept over the past week and this night was no different. My alarm went off in the early hours of the morning and I knew I had slept a total of 4 hours from the way my brain had constantly been reeling. I dragged myself out of bed and trudged into the bathroom. I took an extra long shower to attempt to rid the disgust I felt towards myself.

After scrubbing my entire body head to toe, I jumped out of the shower and walked to my room. My entire body felt heavy and I felt tears prick my eyes when I looked over to the pink sweater that was still laying over my bag. I picked it up, realising it was the only clean sweater I had since I hadn't been bothered with laundry. I quickly slid it over my head before sliding on my black sweatpants and combat boots. I slid my leather jacket over the top, not bothering with any makeup as I lazily tied my now damp hair into a low ponytail. I grabbed my bag, quickly sprayed on some perfume and grabbed my phone off of my bedside table.

I quickly exited my house without food or water in my stomach and as I began walking down the road, I decided to light one of the last few cigarettes I had pre-rolled. I grabbed my headphones from my bag, slid one into my ear and plugged them into my phone. I clicked shuffle on one of my playlists and I let my feet drag on the asphalt as I slowly made my way down the streets of Massachusetts.

After an hour, I finally arrived in the parking lot of the school and I scanned the cars, my eyes landing where I saw the familiar silver minivan. I paused, letting out a heavy breath as I collected myself and began walking to the group of people in front of the car.

Nate was the first to notice me and he just looked at me with no expression before he turned back to the group. As I got closer I noticed the fact that Mia was standing beside Matt with her head leaned on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her back lazily and I felt a pang of pure jealousy run through me. I tried to shake it off as I got closer, knowing I had no right to be mad about it right now since I was the one who caused the riff between the brown-haired boy and myself.

"Speak of the devil," I heard Nick say when his eyes caught mine and I was a few feet away, standing uncomfortably as I looked between all of them. All of their heads turned to look at me, Allie being the only one who didn't seem like they were looking right through me.

"Matt, can I talk to you?" I asked quietly as I didn't dare to meet his eyes yet and there was an uncomfortable silence that fell over us, "Please."

"About what?" he asked, his tone short and I looked up to see his face completely expressionless but his eyes held such hurt and aggravation that it felt like it cut right through me.

"Last week," I mumbled, ignoring the pain in my chest of seeing Mia looking at me with a slight smirk. I focused in on the boy I had hurt, his blue eyes piercing in the sunlight.

"Now?" he questioned, not taking his eyes off of me and I just looked at him, the judgement of his friends radiating off of them. He sighed heavily before swinging his arm out from around Mia and I felt a weight lifted off of my shoulders but there was still a pressure on my chest, "I'll be back."

I looked at the ground as he pushed away from the hood of the minivan and he walked past me. I followed behind him, not daring to look back at his friends as we walked to the back of the parking lot before he stopped to face me.

He didn't say anything for a moment as I looked up at him and he scanned me head to toe before murmuring, "That's my sweater."

"Yeah. I left it on my bag all week but I didn't have any clean hoodies for today," I explained and he hummed as I picked at the skin around my fingers, my nails too short to bite now that I had been picking at them all week. I nervously chewed on my lip before I said, "I'm sorry."

"It took you a week to say that?" he asked, his voice quiet but his words laced with pain.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I know I reacted to what you said horribly but I just-" I cut myself off as I took a breath and looked down at the gravel below us, "I haven't had anyone take care of me the way you do. It scares me. I'm sorry."

I squeezed my eyes closed, chewing on my bottom lip far more aggressively than I intended but my heart raced as I waited for his response. I felt his hand fall under my chin and he lifted my face to look up at him, noticing now that he was slightly closer to me. He used his thumb to gently pull my lip away from my teeth as I fidgeted with the hem of the pink sweater.

"Why didn't you just talk to me?" he asked, his tone softening as he looked down at me and I shrugged dumbly.

"I am bad at talking about that sorta stuff," I answered quietly, my throat closing from the sadness that invaded my body as I looked up at him. I had no right to be upset right now, I was the one who fucked up and made this so difficult, but I felt guilt invade my entire body when I realised I didn't want to push him away. It was habit and I was always bad at breaking them.

"Don't do that again," he demanded softly and I pursed my lips as I pushed my sadness down the best I could as tears sprung to my eyes, "Or I swear to god I won't talk to you again and I don't want to stop talking to you. Ever."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you away. I just don't know how to deal with everything I'm feeling and I know it's shitty but I promise I'm trying. I have no right to be sad right now because this is my fault but I feel so horrible for making you upset. You deserve so much more than that and if I can't give that to you I understand if you don't want me to be around anymore," I rambled out all of my feelings and conflicting voices in my head but I was cut off by his lips on mine.

I paused for a moment to register what was happening before my body melted into his, his arms wrapping around my lower back as I snaked my arms around his neck. I pulled him into me, missing the way his body felt against my own more than I anticipated. It felt like a breath of fresh air after being stuck in my room for the past week with smoke-filled lungs. He gripped my hips, pulling me impossibly closer to him as I tangled my hands in his hair before he pulled away to breathe for a moment.

"You're an idiot," he mumbled before he leaned back in to kiss me gently again.

"I know," I mumbled against his lips and he ran his tongue against my rough lips, the sting of his saliva hitting the open splits on my lips from chewing them. I hissed and pulled away as he looked down at me.

"You need to stop biting your lip," he muttered as his eyes travelled all around my face, "And stop picking your nails. You're not gonna have any left soon."

"I've been stressed the past week. I can't help it," I whispered as I looked up at him in awe. I had forgotten the pure oxytocin that ran through my system when I was with him and I refused to let it go again.

"Pretty girl," he gave me a sympathetic look and I shook my head as I pulled away from his face slightly, my arms still slung over his shoulders.

"Don't feel bad. This was my doing and I will make it up to you," I answered sternly and his face broke into a small smile. I sighed, the weight being lifted off of my chest now and my body tingled with joy.

"All I'm asking is that you talk to me next time," he whispered, leaning down to place a peck on my lips and I let it linger before I pulled back and nodded.

"I will try," I scratched the nape of his neck lightly and he bit his bottom lip as my face dropped, "Don't look at me like that before we have to go inside. I'll drive us back to your house right now."

"I don't see you for a week and you're ready to jump my bones already," he chuckled and I raised my eyebrows.

"How else can I make it up to you, ya know?" I joked as let my mouth form into a smirk and he shook his head as he pursed his lips, "Does this mean I can come to your game this week?"

"Of course baby," he smiled down at me and I felt the butterflies erupt in my stomach again, promising not only him but myself to never let myself ruin this again.

"By the way," I let my right hand trail from his neck to his chest, playing with the necklace that sat comfortably on his collarbones, "Allie's brother was just dropping me home. He tried to flirt with me but I shut it down. I wasn't lying about that."

"I know. I overreacted. I'm sorry about that," he said softly and I shook my head, twiddling the pendant between my fingers as I looked up at him.

"I know how it looked. I would've been just as upset. You don't need to apologise for it," I mumbled, trying hard to convey my feelings as best I could to which he didn't respond verbally. He instead placed another kiss against my lips and smiled against me as he squeezed my hips.

"Matt!" I heard Chris's voice call from only a few feet away and we both broke apart to look over at him, "You guys done? We gotta go to class."

"I forgot about that," I joked and Chris just gave me a deadpanned look as Matt chuckled.

"We'll be there in a sec," he called to his brother who just rolled his eyes and spun around to walk back to his friends, "They're more pissed at you than I was."

"I can tell," I mumbled as I watched their eyes pour directly into me, "Allie messaged me though."

"She was the only one defending you," he told me honestly and I hummed as I looked back up to him, "I'll talk to them."

"Don't sugarcoat it. You can tell them I'm a dumbass who doesn't know how to deal with her emotions," I stated and he shook his head with a smile, placing a kiss on the top of my head before swinging his arm over my shoulders.

"Come on," he said nodding towards the group and I hesitantly began walking with him by my side. Their eyes stayed glued to us as we approached and Mia gave me nothing but a scowl with her arms crossed, "Chill out. We talked about it."

"That didn't seem like talking," Mia spat and I remained silent, letting Matt handle the situation as I looked at Allie who gave me a sympathetic smile.

"Don't Mia," Matt deadpanned and she only scoffed with a roll of her eyes, "We talked about it and I don't wanna hear it."

"Only took you a week," Nate raised his eyebrows as he spoke and he looked at me. I pursed my lips while glancing between them.

"At least it happened," Matt retorted before the bell rang and he sighed, "We'll talk about it later. Let's go."

He began walking with his arm around my shoulder still and I followed suit, Chris moving to stand on the other side of Matt as everyone else followed behind. We made our way to our classes and once we sat down, a weight fell back on my chest.

Not only did I have to make it up to Matt, I had to win back his brothers and his friends.

+++

Pretty boy where did u go?? 12:23pm

You 🚬 be there in a minute 12:24pm

I locked my phone, sliding it into my pocket as I finished off my cigarette, throwing it onto the ground before I wedged it into the ground with my boot. I made my way back inside and straight to the cafeteria where I saw the group of friends sitting together.

"Hey," Allie beamed as she scooted closer to Mia to make space between her and Matt for me to sit. I smiled at her as I swung my legs over the bench and sat down. Matt placed his arm around my lower back as he continued his conversation with Nick.

"I don't want to wear a tie. That's why I got the red shirt," Matt groaned and Nick gave him a deadpanned look.

"It's prom. You're supposed to look fancy with a tie," Nick stated and Matt ran a hand across his face.

"We're all wearing a tie. Don't be a bitch," Nate pointed out and I tuned them out as Allie tapped my shoulder to gain my attention.

"You okay?" she asked quietly and I nodded with a hum.

"Yeah. Thank you for checking on me," I answered in a hushed tone and she shrugged with her sunshine smile that warmed my heart to know she wasn't annoyed with me.

"Of course. That's what friends are for," she said casually before she turned back to listen to the group conversation. I let her words hang over my head like a cloud.

That's what friends are for.

I don't remember the last time I had a genuine friend and her simple words struck me right in my heart. She had always been kind to me and from the moment we talked, she had been such a light in my life. I realised I not only wanted to share my emotions and feelings with Matt but also with Allie to show her that I appreciated her.

I wanted to be better for both of them.

"How long do we have to stay there?" Chris whined as he threw his head onto the table dramatically and Allie rolled her eyes.

"You're acting like you're being held hostage. If you don't wanna go it's fine," Allie responded, her tone quietening at the end and I could sense the slight sadness at Chris's distaste for prom.

"Al, I told you I'm going and I'll stick to that. I just don't wanna be there for five hours," he lifted his head up to look at her and she shrugged, eyes glancing at the table.

"We can leave early and go back to my house," she offered and Chris's mouth broke into a smile as he nodded.

"Works for me," he said triumphantly before sitting up again, resting his elbows on the table in front of him.

"How are we getting there?" Mia asked, looking around at the group and I just sat there in silence, deciding to go along with whatever plan I knew Allie had already set up.

"Meet up at my house at five thirty so we can take photos and make sure we have everything and then we will leave at like six-thirty to get to the hotel," Allie explained the plan and everyone seemed to hum along in agreement. I felt Matt's arm snake further around my back as he scooted closer to me.

"How are we getting there?" Nick asked and Allie smiled as she adjusted her ponytail.

"I got us a limo," she announced happily and Mia showed her first sign of happiness of the day as she squealed excitedly, "You guys won't drink right?"

Matt and his brothers shook their heads with a firm no and Allie turned to look at me and I shrugged, "Depends on what it is."

"Bottle of champagne in the limo?" Mia asked Allie and Allie nodded causing Mia's smile to widen.

"You're dad won't arrest us if we drink?" Nate asked, the half-hearted joke not landing well with Mia as she rolled her eyes.

"Not if he doesn't know," she pointed out with a slight smirk and Nate raised his eyebrows before nodding in agreement.

"Did you find a dress?" Nate asked, turning his attention to me as he attempted to make conversation. I assumed that in the time I'd been in my other classes and was outside Matt had talked to Nate, Chris and Nick since they weren't glaring at me anymore but they still felt slightly standoffish.

"No. I'm just gonna make my own," I explained and he nodded, his smile in a downturned smile.

"Mad impressive that you can do that," he complimented me and I gave him a half-hearted smile as Matt traced circles on my hip with his thumb.

"Thanks. I just hope I can finish it in time," I explained and I could sense Mia's disgust towards me radiating off of her but I was learning to tune her out like I had always done before Matt came into my life.

Suddenly the bell rang for our next classes and everyone began getting up. I stood up from the table before Matt spun me around and kissed my lips gently. I froze for a moment, shocked at the fact he did that in the middle of the cafeteria but I quickly reciprocated the action before he pulled away.

"See you after school pretty girl," he smirked at me before he walked away and I stood still for a moment as I watched him walk away with Nick, Chris, Nate and Mia.

"You guys are so fucking cute it makes me want to throw up," Allie rolled her eyes playfully beside me and I looked around to see people staring at me once again. I pursed my lips, my cheeks tinging red as I hid a smile and shook my head before I began walking out of the cafeteria.

tags:

@dsturniolo @chrisstankyleg @lov3bug @pinklittleflower @thatcrazybitch-69 @trinity2058 @alorsxsturn @chrizznmetswife @ilovechrissturniolo1 @leprechaunbirthdaygirl @sturnfix @lilsstvrn @sturniololol @sturniolowhore @jebbie-project-blog @jaxyy219

[mayxo-hxh]

What are your fave hisoillu fics?? :3 (I trust yr opinion heavy)

I love getting the opportunity to yap about my fav hisoillu fics because there really arent that many I like. And Ive yapped abt them before but i still love re-yapping abt them over and over. And so. Inhales. DEALER AND MIND THE SCARS!!!!!!!!

Are you into a hisoillu get-together story. Not from the very beginning, just from a comfortable point of their already existing relationship? Dealer. Dealer dealer dealer. One of the first fics ive read abt hisoillu back in 2020 and one I am still heavily fond of to this day. Their characterizations, ESPECIALLY HISOKAAAA, is so good. soooooooo good.

I could genuinely go on and on about every little detail and scenes i adore. And guess what... it has a SEQUELLLLL!!! Sequel one shots called break even!! Just as good!! I dont get why no one ever recommends this fic when recommending hisoillu fics in general like theres no way im the only devoted fan right. COME ON. READ DEALER!!!!!! READ BREAK-EVEN!!!!!!!!!

Now wait. hear me OUT. Are you into. Hisoka being vulnerable. Hisoka post chrollo fight meeting back up with illumi and dealing with the aftermath of the injuries. and do u like it all going so wrong it gets u in ur feels until it goes right and u start bawling in ur double feels. do u like the involvement of leorio and a possible teamup of him and illumi. do u like killua finding out his older brother is dating hisoka in the worst-funniest way possible. DO U LIKE ALLUKA. u MUSt. MUSTTTT. read mind the scars. MIND THE SCARRRSSSSSSS. I cannot fucking stress this enough. One of-- dare I say THE best written fic for hisoillu on ao3. Its a masterpiece from the ground up. I would even recommend it over dealer. Thats how badly I NEED you to read it. If mind the scars has no fans then im dead.

sorry for the extremely messy reply-- i havent slept in over 24 hours bcs of semester submission withdrawals lmao.

Anyways!! As always, I also have my bookmarks on AO3 that recommend some hisoillu fics that i found worthwhile to read ^^

and if u fuck with my hcs... then ull also fuck with my own fics!! (on the same account) But I gotta warn, theyre VERY specifically made Just For Me. It may not be a very general cup of tea for everyone. demi virgin hisoillu, trans hisoka, and my favorite stupid au where hisoka is a mermaid and illumi is a human diver-- u get my drift. I'm the target audience. I self indulge HARD and generally write my fics for myself, or rather what I wish to see more of in the fandom, based on my niche hcs.

Have fun!!! (join the mind the scars fanbase NOWWWW)(pls)