#he deserves one nice thing yknow?

[mudstoneabyss]

actually. the specific phrasing that boy Kevin wants to kill older Kevin with "I must disassemble him, piece by piece, so that everything inside of the Old Kevin comes out. Only then can the New Kevin truly begin." is so incredibly the idea that to heal from trauma and "improve" you have to destroy every "wrong" part of yourself, that everything "tainted" by it has to somehow be replaced by something untouched (which isn't possible)

[omegapheromone]

Sometimes I forget I'm an Omega until I randomly get into playing an otome game for fun and a fictional man shows me just one single ounce of respect and kindness and genuine care, and I'm immediately planning a wedding and considering whether I'd be willing to give birth to his kids after all if he REALLY wanted kids and adoption wasn't an option.

[p2iimon]

drawing more furry fnaf art. yknow just to keep you posted. i love posting in the tags sorry these ones got away from me

[zeropro]

Hi, what are your thoughts on Megatron? Most Starscream fans don't have very positive ones about him lol, but everyone is different and I would like to know that you think

I like Megatron okay, he doesnt bother me but im not like jumping up and down for megatron content yknow? but I get not liking Megatron as a Starscream fan. It's just, you can't deny how intrinsically the two characters are tied together. Really can't have Starscream without Megatron, which is unfortunate for someone like me who does not like drawing Megatron lol!

Maybe the reason most Starscream fans dont like Megatron is because of their abusive relationship? And let's be clear, due to the power imbalance, I do interpret it as an abusive relationship. Despite how much we like to joke that Starscream deserves the punishment he gets (I'm not entirely sure how attempted murder/political assassination attempts factor into an abuse allegory) no one ACTUALLY deserves to be abused. The fact that Starscream is low key also evil and has done evil things is a separate issue from Megatron's abuse of him, we can hold him accountable for the one while also having sympathy because of the other. For me personally tho? Megatron abusing Starscream doesnt make me dislike the character at all, it's honestly the main draw of the dynamic for me. Maybe I just like to see my blorbos suffer…

The G1 Cartoon Megatron is probably the most fun, and I think this dynamic is the most on the level in terms of Starscream dishing back as much as Megatron gives him. They're all just bullies on the playground, their toxic back and forths feel a lot more slap stick and silly than actual abuse. What makes it work I think is that Megatron is not as crazy powerful as he is in later continuities, and Starscream responds to the abuse like a cartoon villain, immediately bouncing back and plotting his revenge, so it's funny rather than upsetting! I also find it hilarious how Megatron is weirdly nice to all the other Decepticons who aren't Starscream lmao? G1 Cartoon Megatron is a 10/10 for me.

If G1 cartoon's Megatron and Starscream are more on an even playing field, Prime Megatron is like the opposite of that. Prime Megatron is so impossibly powerful it almost feels like no one has a chance against him in a fight, and Prime Starscream is so scrunkly and small it's almost laughable. I think I feel the most pity for Prime Starscream when he gets beat up by Megatron, but he almost always makes up for it by being possibly the most evil of the Starscreams. I like how in the third season, he genuinely seems happy to finally dedicate himself fully to Megatron, but you just know how much he'd been beaten down and broken over and over again to even get to that point. Good for him for trying to get revenge in the sequel series. As for Megatron himself, I think more often than not when I am reading fics I see Prime Megatron in my head, and it's his voice I hear. What can I say, it was the first Transformers show I watched haha. Do I love how his redemption arc was handled? Not particularly, it sorta came out of nowhere, felt really rushed, and he just goes away anyway so we don't even get anything out of it. I like redemption arcs in general, but I don't necessarily think this particular Megatron needed one.

To be perfectly honest, I didn't think the 2005 IDW Megatron deserved one either, only because when it comes to over powered, unstoppable, irredeemably evil Megatrons, this one ranked right up there if we take into consideration everything he did before Dark Cybertron. His redemption does kinda come out of nowhere. But like, idk mang! It's also really fun? Like, Bumblebee carrying him around cuz his pants got blown off is hilarious! Him actually upset at Bumblebee's death and then taking Bumblebee's Autobot badge and putting it on over his own was sweet! Him dealing with the crazy crew of the Lost Light is a lot of fun! And him actually having to confronting and deal with what he's done (and other characters dealing with him dealing with it) is a lot more interesting than just him dying. idk. The comics have been around for years by that point, and passed through the hands of many writers, so if a little handwaving and a little contrivance and a little suspension of disbelief is what is required for us to have an honestly pretty fun take on Megatron, I think I'm okay with that.

I do have one complaint tho, mostly based on content I haven't read yet so take it with a grain of salt. I have been told that the adjacent series to the Lost Light Megatron stuff covers Starscream's side of the story and that it does actually address his abuse at the hands of Megatron. My problem is that apparently (and again I haven't read that far yet so this is just hearsay, but apparently) the writers on the Lost Light Megatron stuff didn't get the memo so while Megatron feels bad for and is working at redemption for all the evil war stuff he did to everyone, the one thing he doesnt regret is apparently his treatment of Starscream? Haha, like come on! on the one hand it's really disappointing to me because id like the catharsis of Megatron’s remorse, but...on the other hand, I guess it's kinda true to life actually. Your abusers are people, and they can change and grow and become better, but it doesnt mean they will ever become better for you. It doesnt mean they will ever apologize or even feel bad for what they did. Maybe theres something to be said about having to move on and heal without that. I guess whether this is a complaint I maintain will depend on how its handled.

I get that some people don't think Megatron should ever get a redemption arch, because he's an abuser, a monster, a tyrant, and an evil warlord, and it's completely fair for your stance to be that he should just be killed and that would be justice. I personally really like continuities that treat him more like just some guy. I think Starscream put it best in 2005 IDW during Megatron's trial when he said Megatron wasn't some political genius or the most gifted strategist. He wasn't even the most evil man. In IDW, Megatron started out as a social advocate from the lower class, and despite the problematic narrative of "the bad guy had a point and just did advocacy wrong/went too far," I think the idea that Megatron kinda got swept up by his own hype and was used by people and powers more devious than he is a compelling one.

Starscream is Starscream, so who knows how much of what he says is true and how much is him lying, but this idea just rings true to me. It humanizes him. If handled well, I'm honestly not opposed to stories redeeming Megatron. I'm also not opposed to stories treating him like the devil and just killing him lol. I love a character that can do both!

Uh uh, what else. Earthspark Megatron is nice, I like him. There's...a bit of cognitive dissonance in trying to reconcile the things he chastises Optimus Prime for and the idea that he still was a ruthless warlord at one point, both of which continue to be left unexplored. Transformers One Megatron is neat, I was worried going in how they would handle the switch from Orion Pax's brother to lets start a 4-6 million year war, but like, I like the way he actually was super okay with accepting his lot in life. Like obviously he didnt like it but he didnt see a point in fighting it, and that adamant complacency as a coping mechanism is what lead to his feelings of rage and betrayal by the end. Also I think its hilarious how much younger he is from all the other Decepticon high command, especially Starscream XD.

I don't think I've read or watched anything else with Megatron in it. Man, I wrote a lot. At the end of the day, Megatron is a good character, I like the role he plays in Transformers, I'm not like actually that interested in him on his own but more what he brings to the table when considering Starscream's character. You can't have one without the other! Do I ship them? No, not really, no more than any other ship. But I'll still read Megastar stuff cuz sometimes you just want to watch two people be toxic and make it hurt so good. I'll always prefer Trine stuff anyway ha! Have fun out there!

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | you’re almost a victim..

♡ fandoms; Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2006), Black Christmas, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Billy Lenz

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content

♡ note; i wasn’t sure how to word the title/concept of this one?? but essentially you’re almost a victim, but you’re a little to okay with it/something they do and it throws them off?? idk just read ‘em

also only 3 little meow meows in this one, i wrote most of this on break at work uwu

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Micheal Myers

> he’s been stalking you for months

> in his mind you’re the perfect victim

> clueless to his presence, adorable and vulnerable

> he’s drawing it out as long as he can

> but he’s practically twitching the night you come out onto your porch in your tight pajama shorts, relaxing with some tea

> he’s got you pinned to the wall before you can even scream

> he wants to savor this, so he keeps his knife tucked away and has a massive hand around your throat

> he doesn’t miss your breath catching

> and he takes a moment to watch your chest heaving, your cheeks all flushed

> but he’s not that easily impressed. could be the lighting. maybe you’re quick to panic.

> “…you’ve been watching me.”

> you knew?

> you knew, and you still played his game

> interesting. very interesting.

Thomas Hewitt

> Tommy boy is already giving you special treatment

> something is different about you

> he’s not sure what, you’re pretty, but he kills plenty of pretty people

> maybe something about the way you look up at him through your lashes?

> and you’re terrified now, but you weren’t scared of the initial sight of him..

> he doesn’t put you on a meat hook, instead rigging you somewhat kindly, your hands chained above your head but your bound feet on the ground

> whatever he decides on, he knows that you’re special. you deserve to be honored.

> he takes extra care in examining you, feeling you shiver as he grazes your exposed stomach - a side affect of your position, but a welcome sight

> he roughly grabs your face and pushes it left and right, pausing to rub your cheek with his thumb

> you would be a pretty face to wear

> he shoves two fingers into your mouth as he’s mentally measuring

> and he practically startles at the noise you make

> he’s never heard a sound like come from a victim- especially not his victims

> when he pushes a bit and you whimper around his fingers it confirms his suspicions. you’d given a choked moan at the initial intrusion

> he stares down at you, breathing heavily through his mask

> oh you were very special

Billy Lenz

> you were renting a spare room in the sorority house

> while you were good friends with the girls, you valued your alone time

> you quickly became Billy’s favorite to watch, mostly because you were always home

> when he calls he always tries to time it so you pick up

> but usually the girls downstairs still answer- you’re never expecting calls so why bother?

> this evening however, he’s lucky- there’s an on campus event and you’re home completely alone

> you answer on the second ring and he’s delighted, immediately babbling profanities and filthy threats

> “gonna fuck that pretty piggy c—“

> to his surprise you giggle at him

> not a nervous sound, but genuine giggling

> before he can snap, or really even process you laughing at him, you stop him

> “yknow if you want phone sex, you can just ask nicely mister”

> he hangs up in a panic

> that was certainly the last thing he expected

> but now he’s beyond fixated on you

> he barely sleeps just to peep through your wall

> and it’s just about time he paid you a real visit

[somewhereincairparavel]

hiii, can you pleasee do a rivals to lovers jason grace x daughter of thanatos 😫😫😫😫😫

ghost girl x golden boy!

warnings: slightly ooc platonic nico, the reader has no social skills and kinda fumbles but it works out rlly well in the end <3 I enjoyed writing this a lot more than necessary lol

jason grace x daughter of thanatos!

you and jason always butt heads. it was no secret, everyone knew. the feelings of rivalry and hostility initially only came from your side. As the daughter of thanatos, you naturally pulled away from sunshine-y personalities. You convinced yourself that it was because you hated seeing people so cheery and annoyingly bright. But, it was because you were convinced that if anyone even remotely bubbly stood next to you, they would lose their light. but that was only part the reason, the other half was simply because you enjoyed seeing the sunshine-y jason get riled up only because of you.

You'll admit that you had a slightly sadistic pleasure in seeing that boy angry.being cold rivals with jason was rare, jason never actually disliked anyone from camp.

Hell, he didn't even ‘hate’ octavian, he just avoided him because they wouldn't get along but never actually cared much about fighting with him, since octavian was a lost cause. so the fact that you were one of the unusual ones to be able to get on his generally calm nerves really intrigued people. Heck. It even intrigued jason sometimes. Well, that was when he actually tried being nice to you, after your regular episodes of horrendous uncalled for attitude towards him, the mere mention of your name would have his icy blue ices hardening.

In the initial time he tried being nice to you, hoping that he could form a friendship with you like he did nico, you would harshly push him away, glare at him for no reason, and comment on his insecurities as insults, hoping that it would drive him away from you. Nothing worked apart from the insecurity jab that got so far one day that it was successful enough to hurt him after the constant insults getting hurled his way. One has their limits. Even nico wasn't as mean to jason initially as you were, so jason begun to genuinely dislike you, which was well deserved on your part, in your opinion.

Now during camp meetings, you two would always argue over the silliest things, like cabin renovations. You would start the fight, obviously. Jason tried to avoid you, like he did with octavian, but he couldn't, since you always ignited the disputes. So he chose to get into spats with you. And only then, did you realize that you were mistaken about jason being ‘sunshine-y’. He was actually quite sarcastic and sharp tongued when he wanted to be. You’ll admit, you were quite taken aback by the blunt and annoyingly witty responses you got whenever you argued. alright fine. you were starting to find this newfound trait of his, insanely attractive. which was secretly the reason why you chose to pick fights with him almost every day. you wanted to see that side of him more.

You were training when you saw the blonde boy at a distance, in the nymph gardens.. laughing… with a girl?... oh.As the golden boy of both the camps, it wasn't uncommon for him to be asked out by people left and right. he would politely decline all of them with a sympathetic smile. But you never actually saw him being all over-cheery with one of them, which was probably why you never bothered being envious, until now. It did NOT help that the girl was so ethereal.

“seriously y/n? you were being mean to him because you found him hot when he's mad? you're hopeless.” nico rolled his eyes as he painted his nails in a depressing shade of dark gray. “you don't get it Di Angelo. we'd never be a thing, I swear he doesn't even want to look at my direction.”“yeah, and I wonder who's fault is that. Yknow you could've at least let him befriend you when you had the chance. That boy tried HARD for months. you could've taken it slowly and somehow you wouldn't be here, moping like this” nico grumbled.It was understandable why nico was annoyed. One, because you were, indeed stupid, and two, jason is one of his closest friends, so you being rude to jason all these months kinda bothered nico more than he let on.

“Look. I'm the kid of the god of darkness. I'm basically a walking grim reaper, I'd have had no chance with Mr golden boy, who has such a high reputation with gorgeous people lining up for him to date. So it's not like I'd have stood a chance even if I'm on talking terms with him” you said miserably, realizing how stupid you sounded. nico was right. you screwed things over with jason because of self hatred and doubt, and now the realization only hit after you saw him being with other people. mission failed successfully.

“woah okay. you sound just like me when I used to talk about will. I know I'm like.. the last person who should talk about self love and acceptance. But, we were wrong about ourselves, y/n. us being the kids of darkness doesn't mean we're not worthy of love. I was the one who asked will out, not thinking he'd accept, but look how that turned out. Our biggest sabotagers are ourselves.”

“you recycled will's sappy poetry lines to come up with this one, didn't you?” you expected nico to look offended, but he smiled slyly.

“yep. and it works like a charm, everytime.” He replied, before his face contorted to disgust. “but ew, I don't know how Apollo kids do it, I had to sacrifice my dignity and ‘mysterious’ reputation to give you sappy self help encouragement that I am equally bad at myself. Don't make me do it again. ever. and not a word to will” he said, shooting you a death glare.

This had you genuinely break down laughing.

Here you were, in your depressing cabin. so, because of nico’s erm.. insightful advice. you plucked up the courage to go to jason’s cabin. it was empty, so you grumpily chose to leave, that is, until something caught your eye.his glasses were on his bedside table. Typical jason. Too busy to even notice that he forgot his glasses before running off for camp duties.without even thinking, you picked them up, and dashed to your room before his admirers came into his cabin to leave him love letters or something like that, which happens on a daily basis.Soon enough. You heard aggressive knocking on your cabins door.

You opened up, only to see the son of jupiter glaring back at you icily. He thrust his palm out and said angrily, “hand them over.” “Hand what over?” You asked, feigning innocence.

“You know what.” He shot back coldly You took the glasses out of your pocket.

“Looking for this?” Jason stared back at you with a stoney expression. Which, you admittedly found more cute than scary, because you were used to seeing it all the time.“okay look.. I'll give it back to you… if you listen to what I have to say first..” you begun slowly. It was either now or never. I mean, what's the worst that could happen right? gods of olympus, nico's sappy advice transmitted through will to you was really starting to have an effect.

jason’s expression was now filled with a mix of confusion, confliction and irritation, before he curtly replied. “just get it over with. my head aches, from both talking to you, and not wearing my glasses.”

He raises his eyebrows as you gazed into his icy, calculating eyes, eyes that would mirror the beauty of the morning sky around other people, but would go back to being cool around you.

“I am sorry. for everything. for being mean to you when you never even deserved it. for pushing away your advances when you tried forming a connection with me, and just ruining your already stressful days by arguing with you. I-” you stopped for a few seconds trying to collect your thoughts, so you formulate your words correctly so you don't fumble before you said the next few words.

You took a peak at jason's expression, and his previously icy expression starting melting into shock.“I only did all that because I didn't know any other way to hold a proper conversation with you. Irritating people is the only time where I don't turn into a nervous, bumbling mess of a person. It's the only time where I sound cocky and confident, even though I'm just a pool of darkness and grim energy that nobody wants to be around with. I guess what I'm trying to say in this roundabout way is that I like you, Grace.”

Your face turned bright red before you even bothered gauging his reaction, so out of instinct, you thrust the glasses into his still open palm, and half slammed the door in his face out of embarrassment. But jason held the door with his hands before they could fully close.

He stepped inside.

shit.

You turned around abruptly, ready to shadow travel yourself out of this mess, but jason caught your arm, turning you around and gently tugging on your hand to prevent you from going anywhere.

“look at me.” he said you shook your head stubbornly while keeping your eyes shut.

“fine.”

A few seconds later, you felt his lips on your nose, and eye lids.That shocked you enough to get you to open your eyes. you found him slightly grinning at you.

“what-”

“Y'know, if you wanted to go on a date with me so bad, you could've just told me, instead of being such a headache all these months, we would've been a couple a long time ago” he said, still smiling amusedly at your expression.

“you like me too?” you asked, unable to comprehend the abrupt change of atmosphere or the smile he was directing at you.

“um.. yes? why else do you think I wanted to get to know you so bad a few months earlier? It was you who chose to give me the attitude and attempt to drive me away, making me return the sentiment.”

“But how could you like.. me? when you have so many pretty and kind people lined up to date you, like the brunette you were laughing with in the garden, was that a demeter kid, by the way?”

jason stared at you for a few seconds before chuckling. You literally never heard him laugh like that in front on you.“oh her? she's one of thalia’s acquaintances from camp, she told me that thalia's birthday was coming up soon and gave me ideas on what I should give her, she didn't confess to me, y/n..”

oh.

“and even if anyone did ever confess, i would've turned them down. because, you're the only person I enjoy arguing and debating with. whether you realized it or not, the only reason I even bothered spending hours reciprocating your silly fights, was because I knew that's the only way you would talk to me somehow. so, we're even after all, ghost girl” he said smiling slyly, before he pulled you in for a long kiss, your hands on his face and all.

that's how Nico Di Angelo, the most unlikely person to ever give love advice, actually ended up being your final nudge. dam him and will's sappy poetry.

[springnote]

Eat You Up

Vash the Stampede x gn!reader (nsfw)

warnings: nsfw minors dni oral sex (m receiving), brief overstim, alien (plant) biology, praise kink

Note: this was just supposed to be a little fic abt how I imagine what Vash’s “stuff” is like but I got carried away. Shoutout to @pinkanonwrites’s work if you enjoy smut abt Vash being a needy little plant

“Wait don’t do that please—”

“Huh?” You gasped as you blinked in confusion at the man in front of you. “Vash?”

The spiky-haired blonde was looking anywhere but at your face, his cheeks and ears red as he gently pushed you off his chest. Your brow furrowed at him, trying to figure out what exactly went wrong. One moment you were gently kissing him on his nose and cheeks and he reciprocated with soft press of his lips on yours, yes it escalated from there to wet kisses, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary for couples to do.

Vash could be a pretty jumpy guy at times, he’d yelp when you gave a playful smack on his arm, or sniffle dramatically when you’d tell him “no” when he’d try to take your slice of cake, but seeing him genuinely distressed was concerning. You hadn’t been dating long, but you were one of his best friends, and you knew he’d been through some…rough times, so you understood he could get upset at times, and rightfully so, but never from displays of affection.

“What’s wrong?” You asked again, petting the back of his head soothingly as his gaze flickered around. “Do I smell bad or something?”

“No! You smell amazing!” He blurted out, smiling sheepishly before continuing. “It’s not you…it’s me? Heh, that’s a cliche I guess huh?”

“Okay, let’s talk about it.” You said carefully as you sat him down on the couch. “What made you uncomfortable?”

“I…” he worried his bottom lip between his teeth, cheeks turning pink again. “Well we were kissing, which I love! But then it got more intense yknow and you moved your hand…lower. And I just can’t let you.”

You stared at him in confusion again, you’d almost forgot you’d moved your hand down there amidst your frenzied kissing, but it was kind of hard to forget the bulge you’d felt down there. Now your mind was more concerned with if you’d overstepped his boundaries.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” You apologized, but he only shook his head.

“No no, it was nice, but I don’t deserve it,” he sighed, a slight tremble on his lips. “I don’t deserve to be touched like that by you.”

“Vash, why would you say that?” You frowned, your heart aching for him.

“I’m not the great guy you think I am…” he sighed.

“You’re the greatest man I’ve ever known,” you refuted him. “Baby, I know there’s things you feel guilty over, but you know I adore you.”

He gave a weak smile and a mumbled thanks in reply, but something still didn’t feel right.

“It’s something else isn’t it?” You questioned gently, rubbing your thumb over his hand as his face turned pink.

“Shucks,” he sighed. “Well you see I’m…I’m different down there.”

Your brain tried to catch up to that comment, but your mouth was already responding. “Baby, you know I’d love you no matter how you look.”

“But I’m serious! You know I’m not…human.”

You gave a gentle smile as you leaned closer, clasping his hands as you spoke again. “Vash, you’re always there for me, let me return the favor please? If it feels uncomfortable or anything you can ask me to stop, I just want to show you how much I care about you.”

There was a pause as he tried to look anywhere but in your eyes, but he couldn’t hold out too long before his baby blues met your expectant gaze. He shivered slightly, but he didn’t draw away, letting you scoot a bit closer to wrap your arms around his neck. You moved slowly so you didn’t possibly scare him, and after another pause, he finally spoke.

“Please…you can stop if I’m too weird or anything down there, but…I do want you. Pretty please.”

Heat went through your spine at his sweet pleas, your lips meeting in a soft kiss as you helped him slip off his jacket. As you licked at his lips to deepen the kiss, you felt him lifting the hem of your own shirt, but you stopped him gently as you wrapped your hands around his wrist. He let out a displeased whine as you moved back, looking like a sad puppy, but you quickly reassured him.

“This is about you baby,” you smiled, leaning him back against the blankets. “Take your shirt and pants off for me okay?”

He nodded fast enough his hair flopped around his forehead, making you giggle as you watched him shyly remove his clothes. His ears were a deep red as he exposed his scarred chest, looking away as his prosthetic limbs were also put in full view. Before he could cover up or get spooked, you placed your palms on his chest, smiling at him.

“You’re so beautifu,” you sighed out, placing a gentle kiss to his throat before moving down, noting what made him gasp and whine.

“But I’m—” he started to speak before a whine slipped from his throat.

“No baby, all these,” you gently ran your hand down his scars. “They’re proof of how selfless and brave you are. All of these are from you protecting innocent people, they reflect your inner beauty.”

One of your hands went to massage down his arm, admiring how his robotic legs shook gently from anticipation as you caressed him. “Every part of you is gorgeous and perfect, I only wish someone had told you sooner.” You placed a gentle kiss to the knuckles of his prosthetic hand, a sharp whine making you look up at him through your lashes.

“Babe…” his lip trembled again, he looked like he was about to cry, and you gave a few feather light kisses to his tummy to distract him.

“You’re doing so good,” you reassured him again, hooking a finger in the band of his tented boxers. “May I take these off?”

He nodded weakly, croaking out a “yes” before moving his arm over his eyes, embarrassment coloring his face again.

Eagerly, you helped him lift his hips so you could slide them down his legs. You tried not to look at him until you dropped the boxers to the side, turning back with anticipation before a gasp left your lips. Vash dared to peek down at you, only to see the way your eyes widened as you stared down at him.

He was right about being “different” down there, but it most certainly wasn’t bad. Instead of a usual dick, what looked bit like a tentacle stood up, flushed a soft blue with glowing lines as it curled against his abdomen. The head was slightly shaped like the head of a mushroom, a light purple color that matched the swollen balls underneath his member. A small nub that resembled a flower bud appeared to be tucked above the tentacle as well, almost seeming to peek out more the longer you stared.

“Babe..?” He questioned as he breathed heavily, nervousness flashing in his eyes. He almost seemed like he was about to cover himself, but your hands went to his thighs to push them apart, making him gasp as you stared even more intently.

“Oh my god,” you breathed out, mesmerized as you took him in. “Vash you’re breathtaking.”

Vash let out another weak whimper as he gave you a wobbly smile, happily accepting a quick peck on the lips before you crawled back down his body. The tentacle between his legs pulsed at your attentive gaze, small beads of a glowing precum oozing from all sides when you reached your hand for it. You tilted your head curiously, eager to touch him but not wanting to just jump in.

“Let me know if anything doesn’t feel good okay?” You said, waiting for him to give a small nod before reaching out again.

As soon as you delicately wrapped your fingers around his tentacle, he sucked in a sharp breathe, his hips bucking up slightly. Trailing your hand up slowly, you felt the precum moisten your hand, licking your lips as you neared the tip. Vash let out a choked moan as you rubbed your thumb on the head, smearing more precum across it as more seemed to ooze out, making Vash’s hips stutter.

You have a few more gentle pumps of his length before leaning closer to plant a kiss on the underside, your other hand drifting down to carefully cup his balls. Vash’s face was turning redder as he gripped the sheets to keep from bucking into your touch, his breath hitching when you gave a small squeeze to his sack as you trailed kisses up his dick.

“You’re so handsome Vash,” you purred before placing a kiss right on his tip. “I bet you taste amazing too.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but you never found out what he was going to say before he let out a yelp when you gave a light suck to the head of his cock. The large head felt like it got bigger in your mouth as you wrapped your lips around it, a sweet but tangy taste filling your mouth as you swallowed around him. Vash gripped the sheets under him in fistfuls, biting on the back of his hand as you continued swallowing more of him down.

“F-fuck (y/n)!” He moaned above you, accidentally jerking up into the warmth of your mouth. “More! Please?”

Your heart fluttered at him asking for more, indulging him as you bobbed your head a bit more, carefully breathing through your nose as you got closer to the base. More precum leaked out of him when your lips finally touched the soft skin at the base, making him moan again when he looked down to see you hollowing your cheeks to swallow around him.

You set a nice rhythm of moving your head up and down his cock, pushing your elbows out to the sides to keep his trembling thighs spread wide. One of your hands trailed down to cup his balls softly, your other stroking his hip whenever a whimper sounded above you. “That’s it sweetheart,” you cooed as you let your lips off his member with an obscene pop. “You still doing good?”

“Yes!” He yelled out, his eyes a little glassy when he looked down at you, sweat on forehead as he panted. “M-more please starlight. Please angel please.”

The small nub above his cock caught your attention again, appearing to peek out more as Vash got more blissed out. Feeling a little curious, your hand on his hip danced over to the small bud, lightly touching it with the pad of your thumb to gauge his reaction. When he let out another high-pitched whine, you gave in to your curiosity more and carefully massaged it between your thumb and pointer finger.

“Fuck!” He yelped, his hips bucking up violently as he arched off the bed. You jumped a bit at his reaction, worried he was in pain, but when you noticed the pout on his splotchy face you gave another gentle squeeze. “Fuck! (y/n) do that again…”

You couldn’t help smiling mischievously as you went back down on his cock, licking the underside again as you pinched and rolled his bud between your fingers. Vash’s skin from his chest to his face was red and splotchy, sweat glistening on him as he white-knuckled the blankets under him. You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth when you took him all the way to the base again, stroking the skin between his tentacle and balls gently.

“I-I’m close I think!” He choked out.

You didn’t say a word in response, refusing to move your mouth off his pulsing cock as you gave his swollen bud another squeeze until you felt a strange sensation in your mouth.

With a loud moan, Vash’s hips stuttered violently as he came down your throat, cum gushing out of the tip and sides of his cock as it softened in your mouth. You let out a low moan as you tasted the tangy, warm juices, the large head of his dick weighing on your tongue. The sensation distracted you momentarily, and you didn’t realize your fingers were still massaging his bud until he whined obscenely at the overstimulation.

Pressing one last kiss to the his tip, you pulled off Vash and slowly crawled up to cuddle him, but stopped when you noticed the tears on his cheeks. “Oh no, oh my god I’m sorry are you okay baby?” You gasped as you reached your thumb up to wipe them away.

“Yeah,” he croaked, a dopey smile on his face as he cupped your hand in his. “Sorry that was just…wow. You’re amazing babe.”

You giggled as you observed how thoroughly blissed out he was. “Im glad you enjoyed that baby,” you smiled back at him, brushing his hair off his forehead. “You’re so beautiful, I loved every minute of it.”

He giggled a little in response, cheeks still dusted a dark pink as he snuggled his face into your chest. “I love yoooou.”

“I love you too Vash.” You chuckled again, kissing his forehead before you wiggled out of his hold.

“Hey wait!” He yelped as he pulled you back, sending you atop his chest. “Where ya goin’?”

“I was gonna get a washcloth and clean you up.” You blushed, noticing how his strong arms were gripping your ass tight.

“Nuh-uh,” he grinned, suddenly rolling over to pin you to the bed. “You’re not going anywhere.”

His lips pressed into yours hungrily, your tongues melting together as he pressed you into the mattress. You let out a small whine when his lips left yours, watching him shuffle backwards to grip your hips and sling your legs over his shoulders.

“Time to return the favor.”

[emmie-writes-stuff]

So the new chapter is out and GOOD GOD do I have some thoughts and a lot of them don’t make a whole lot of sense but I can’t not talk about this chapter

Firstly, Kaiser looks adorable (never thought I’d say that about him outside of my head but here I am)

Secondly, holy hell my heart hurts

He didn’t deserve this, no child deserves this

The fact that he had to “go to work” and just steal

HE HAS NO SHOES his little feet have got to hurt, or they’ve completely calloused up from not wearing shoes, but even then (speaking from experience) it still hurts to walk on hot ground and rocks and other stuff on the street

Yknow, I understood him hating milk before (because milk is disgusting) but now I get it even more

What a stupid reason to get upset, imma kick this waste of space excuse for a father in the fucking face AND balls because ITS FUCKING MILK

Eat some damn fiber or somethin if you got constipation issues

Who let this absolute scum of the earth reproduce???

HES LITERALTL TWELVE YEARS OLD

All the other shit went down before he was even double digits

But dangerous situations create smart kids, and Kaiser was very smart to start saving his own money

I used to have my own stash in case I ever had to run away (long story, we’re not getting into my family issues in this post, but yeah)

At least he has shoes now, protect those feet plz, they’re what keep you upright and moving

Soooooooo are we gonna acknowledge that he treats the soccer ball the same way he’s currently treating Ness orrrrrrrr

But like, it’s nice that he has an outlet to channel his anger into that isn’t a person (at least for now smh)

It’s really interesting seeing how each of the characters came to play soccer

(Side note: but he throws the ball at a picture of a woman, could he maybe be imagining this woman as his mother?)

His mother also deserves a kick to the face if I have anything to say bout it

I have no words for this

Just, can I steal him? Please? I’ll give him a good life

Fuck the snitches, how dare they

Also, you can clearly see his ribs defined, and that hurts me

I love that he was willing to let go of everything

He was ready to start fresh with getting money, was cooperating with the police, until the soccer ball was threatened

Because that is his most valuable possession

The money doesn’t matter, but the ball is a symbol to him of something that won’t leave him or hurt him

It’s a very small sense of independence and stability in this very unstable and controlling environment

The ball is heavily implied to be the first thing he ever bought for himself, it’s what defined a key part in his life

Taking that away is like taking away his soul, his outlet, and comfort, and Kaiser just couldn’t stand for it

There’s so many more things I’m thinkin and I have way too many incoherent thoughts for tumblr, but these are the ones I was able to clear up and make sense of

This chapter hit very deep and while my past doesn’t involve much physical abuse and struggles to this level, it was hard not to empathize and relate my own experiences with abuse with the ones in this chapter

I don’t wanna get into shit, it’s not somethin I exactly wanna put out in the public, but there’s so much here that I could understand and relate to and it just made everything so much more difficult to read (in a good way I guess)

Just, GOD, why did I have to become a fan before this chapter came out???

Okay, that’s my ramble for this, bye before I start going on even more tangents

[finniestoncrane]

Hello Finnie...

Curious...how do you think the rougues would talk to someone who is facing having to move back in with their parents at age 30 due to financial/personal reasons after years of living independently and their self esteem is taking a mahoosive hit 🙃🙃🙃

(I know it's becoming increasingly common nowadays due to cost of living but still...😣)

Asking for a friend...👀

Rogues Headcanons aw anon i feel you, there's nothing like a perceived setback to knock your self-confidence HOWEVER i think you're just being a little harsh on yourself, since you know that it's super common!! but you still deserve comfort and encouragement, and i apologise for how completely sappy i was with this lol 💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fluff, and sickeningly sweet sentiments i hope!!

two face

i think every rogue can say they've suffered setbacks, but none like harvey

by all accounts he was living the perfect life, doing exactly what he wanted to

and then everything kind of crumbled, and he lost it all

but he built himself back up (albeit... maybe on the wrong side of morality depending on the coin flip)

so he considers himself a figure of encouragement to you!!

and he's also gruffly reminding you that self-esteem can be rebuilt

little by little, piece by piece

whether you feel like you're moving "back" or not

you can start fresh and new

scarecrow

his suggestion is a little less than helpful

mostly because his solution to his own financial issues were to... rob people while wearing a costume

and if you want to go down that route he is MORE than happy to help

but if you want to be sensible about it, he can offer support

someone to listen to you while you talk it all out

and he promises he won't psychoanalyse you too much

or talk in his therapist voice

but if after all that you're still lost, he has extra straw and fabric

poison ivy

is your parent's home like a garden? is it nurturing and safe, with a balanced ph level? do you feel comfortable and familiar?

is your parent's home like an unattended back patio made of slabs? cracks with grass? minimal space to thrive?

either way, plants will grow and plants will live

nature pushes on!! and little flowers take pride in pushing their heads up, their stems stretched

to see everything that's good beyond the things that seem so close and current

and with a little help from her, anyone can grow and become their best self, even if they've been uprooted

mad hatter

nothing in this world is perfect, and nothing goes according to plan

trust him, he knows that. he has experience in that. plenty of it

but you have to believe that it's an integral part to your story

what good would alice in wonderland have been if there had been no conflict

if she hadn't been forced to learn about herself, to undergo traumas and difficulties

all in order to get home, which she did

and you will too! he knows you have a happy ending waiting, your own wonderland to get to as a reward

bane

he's never really known a home, so to him it's actually a nice idea

you've got a backup, a safety net

and yeah, you might never have wanted to use it

but it's never a bad thing to know there's another option

and it takes strength to ask for help, and even more to accept it

and while he's pretty sure he's strong enough physically to do most things

even he has to admire the emotional strength it takes to do what you're doing

so he's giving you a pat on the back and reminding you that things could always be worse

(and that pat on the back might cause bruising)

penguin

what do you need? you need money? you need a place to stay?

he'd be offering it all up to you immediately

what good is money if he can't throw it at his favourite people

keeps them under his thumb, yknow? if they own him one

so yeah it might be a favour he'll call you out on eventually

but rest assured he's not thinking of anything else but "how can i help" and "what do you need/want"

far before he'd make any judgements

it's hard to get where you want in life, he knows that very well

zsasz

have you thought about straight up just murdering everyone?

he's kiding, he's kidding!!

besides, that's his thing. don't steal his thing, or you'll end up as a little tally mark on his skin

HOWEVER his advice would be to find something to focus on that takes your mind off of the perceived negatives

it doesn't have to be wiping out humanity in a nihilistic rampage

it can be anything!! and saving some money on rent and having the comfort of home might be all you need to find something new to become skilled at

just as long as it's not murder!!

mr freeze

it might feel like you're losing something, but there's always something to be gained too

and you never really lose what you had, because it lives on in memories and hopes

it stays with you in your plans for the future, in your dreams of what you want when you get back on your feet

or in his case, frozen in time in a glass tube

not lost, just temporarily out of reach

but he's a vehement believer in perseverance and never losing hope!!

you'll both have what you want soon enough, whether that's something new or gaining what you had

riddler

i won't lie i think he's the most likely to turn his nose up at you

like what do you mean there were unforeseen events that you weren't prepared for?

you didn't have 1588729 backup plans, one of which was for that exact chain of events!?

foolish of you really, though he will concede that not everyone has the brain power to strategise like that

in fact, it really is only him who can... so maybe he should lay off

and offer you some comfort instead, since the thought of having to move in with his parents...

well, it literally terrifies him

harley quinn

listen, she's no stranger to "set backs" in your plans

she's had everything taken from her!!

freedom, lovers, career plans (both respectable and criminal)

but she bounces back! and not just because she's a gymnast

(and also deeply out of touch with the trauma it all caused her)

but she manages it because she believes it'll all get better

and it'll all work out

and she believes that for you too!!

[navstuffs]

Yknow sometimes I wonder when Leon will get that dinner of his. A blurb or just add on to how a nice comfy dinner with Leon would be nice. I think as long as the meal is pretty filling he’d enjoy it.

Plus get a nice desert with his dear reader😋

taking Leon to get what he always deserves is one of my fav things to write for him. thank you so much for requesting me to write this, and i hope you enjoy it!

requests for leon/carlos are open! you can request them individually or in a poly with reader! | my leon's masterlist

You had heard about Leon's fame for inviting people to dinner before you got to work with him. Have you heard the best defense is the attack? So, of course, you took the initiative and invited him first before Agent Kennedy could even pop out the famous question. His surprised face made it all worth it, and you had to bite your lips to not laugh at his face.

"You want to take me on a dinner?" Leon wonders, his voice half shocked or half scared. You had never seen Leon Kennedy that stunned, not even while facing the terrors of bioterrorism, and something inside of you seemed to light up.

"Yeah. I wouldn't call it a date just yet." You decide to tease him a little further just to see his reaction.

Leon brought his hand to rub his neck, his blue eyes looking anywhere but your face. Is it your impression, or is THE Leon Kennedy blushing? Oh no, he is, the faint rouge color spreading over his cheeks, for more he is trying to hide with his darker golden locks covering his face. You want to ask if the cat cut his tongue, and Leon finally answers an embarrassed "yes," and you think you saw a small smile on the corner of his mouth.

So fast forward to Saturday night, you two are sitting at the table of the famous Mario's Cuisine, one of your favorite spots for Italian food. You tell yourself that it is not a date as Leon passes his eyes over the menu. He doesn't look too overly dressed, although the smell of his cologne has never been this strong before.

After your orders are taken, there is just silence at the table. You observe all the other couples on their romantic dates night, talking, laughing, and staring at each other romantically. You decide any conversation would be good at this point.

"So what do you think? Nice place, huh?"

"Yeah, Italian food. One of my favorite foods. Never been here, though."

"Oh, you will love it!" You exclaim, overly exaggerating with your hands. Not that you are getting nervous now, but you probably are, observing the candles flickering before you. "So, mhm, I just want to clarify something, by the way."

"Yeah? What is it?"

Before you can explain this isn't exactly a date, or you never would want to make him uncomfortable, the waitress returns with the wine, smiling ear to ear. You sigh, thanking, and the conversation dies down again.

You can feel Leon scanning you, wanting to say something, but he just can't bring himself to articulate. He is nervous, rubbing his hands over the table, hoping you haven't noticed yet. Before you can think this was all a mistake Leon gathers his courage to ask, his voice unsure.

"So, do you like Italian food?"

You stare at him for a second before chuckling. He smirks back, relieved. Until the food arrives, you two are in a very heated debate over Italian food: red or white wine? Lasagna or spaghetti? Meatball pasta or fettuccine alfredo? It is interesting to learn how much Leon and you love food and how much he actually knows about cooking.

"Wow, you know a lot, Leon!" You exclaim, astonished, and he stares at you back, pretending to be offended.

"What, you think I am an idiot who can't cook? I could cook for you anything you want!"

Leon seems to realize too late what he said, grabbing his almost empty cup of wine and turning at once. Before you can answer, the food is finally there, and you see Leon's eyes glow toward his plate. You decide to ignore his proposal, not considering it seriously as well. He just said it because he was excited, you tell yourself.

You two eat, debating the flavors and how good it is. Leon praises you for your choice of plate, redeeming you now to be a food lover like him.

"Well, that is for sure an honor, thank you," You chuckle, bowing your head down in a sign of respect.

Leon doesn't answer, just staring at you. There is something different in his eyes, a particular emotional expression you had never seen before, and you think there is some sauce in your shirt.

"Something wrong?" You wonder, cleaning your face.

"Thank you. For bringing me here." He simply says, low enough for you to hear. You feel a chill down your spine because Leon has never been so emotional as right now. You gulp before you answer.

"Sure? Of course! I have other restaurants to take you if you want."

"I'd love—"

A beautiful tiramisu is placed in front of both of you, interrupting Leon. The waitress leaves, wishing you a good meal. You grab your spoon, wondering if Leon will continue his sentence, but he seems too focused on his own desert.

When dinner ends, and Leon pays over your protests ("I invited you, let me pay, Leon!"), you exclaim you will be paying for the next one, and he doesn't really answer, looking down. When you two are already out of the restaurant, Leon turns to you, a peculiar expression on his face.

"Thank you for this. For inviting me... it was perfect."

"You welcome, anytime."

You two stare at each other without saying anything for a moment before exchanging awkward goodbye. Leon watches you go to your car before he turns away, hands in his pocket. He walks a few steps to his motorcycle before hearing hushed footsteps. Leon turns to find you, breathless.

"I am sorry, Leon, but would you like to go on other dinners with me? More like a date? Could it be a lunch date also?" Leon blinks his mouth, half open. His whole face goes red as he opens a big smile that illuminates his whole face.

"I'd love to."

[c0la-queen]

Absolutely melting at the idea of the Hybird!Boys nagging at Reader for her food even when they already have their own, literally just a bunch of spoiled little babies UGHHH THEYRE SO CUTEEEEE I love them sm…

Like reader’s got herself a nice meaty dinner, maybe a good cut of steak, and as shes eating she suddenly feels smt wet poking at her arm, and she looks to see what and it’s Soldier booping her arm with his nose, staring and drooling at the delicious steak, he starts trying to hop up to nip at it while reader tries push him away, but she ends up cutting a lil piece, dusting off the salt seasoning as best as she could and feeding him it anyways,

I like to think that Tord/Soldier likes snacking on other’s food, esp if its like savory salty meaty stuff yknow what I mean? I can totes see him as the asshole type to steal the other guy’s food stuff, maybe he’ll be a bit nicer to you and nag ask you first

AHHHHHHHHHH SAME THING FOR PRINCE TOOOO WHEN YOU HAVE LIKE A DELICIOUS LIL CREAMY TREATIE He would WHINEEEEE for some sooo badd you HAVE to give him some, he loves treaties sm and will be As dramatic as he can to get the sweets he wants

Going to Starbucks with him and everytime you HAVE to get him a pupcup kinda situation, so you only stop by there sometimes on occasions like when you have to get him to the vet for a checkup otherwise he’ll by crying allll the way home when you deny getting him one cause he’s already have too much and that’ll both break my heart and also annoy me sm LOOLLLLLLL

I literally have such a huge soft spot for Prince and his pompousness…I wanna shower him in kisses and babytalk and squish his face so badly he’s such a cutie patootie

The day you cook bacon for breakfast???? It’s over. Prepare for the hardest tussle in your life wrestling with Superhero for the bacon, if he already bosses you around then you know HE WILL BE RELENTLESS with the bacon, a Giant wolfdog fighting you frfr for food??? Gone…

SOLDIER ENDING UP JOINING IN TOO?1??1?11 literally actually over. It’s a battle to the death. Someones probably going to get hurt and its probably most definitely is going to be you falling over from 2 big ass wolfdogs jumping onto you and knockign you over for the bacon LMAOOOOOO

Soldier and Superhero fighting each other for it but they take it too far though and it become an actual fight for food situation…hic…Reader has to step in and stop them somehow, everyones upset, she has to make both of them 2 pieces and scolds them, they resolved and apologized nicely though at least…

And reader never makes bacon for breakfast ever again(unless its a special occasion when she wants to treat the both of them)

Really love the thought of Monster being the one that rarely nags reader for food like the others Only cause hes a bit distant and has a kinda weird ego abt it y’know, so its Reader who spoils him and tries to get him to try stuff cause he’s a good dog, he deserves it

She notices him eyeing out the food shes having curiously, sniffing at it, so she gets a small piece and asks if he wants to try it and she gets vv happy when he accepts, the others probably gets jealous at the treatment and tries to get some too lolll he probably feels SO proud and full of himself whehehe…

Omg you are SO correct and big brained for this!

Poor Reader would absolutely never get a moment of rest with these four eccentric wolf dogs.

Before adopting them, she definitely had a habit of sitting on the couch with her dinner and watching YouTube videos about niche internet drama (yes I'm projecting) but now she's realized that, to the boys, this is simply an open invitation. I guarantee that, at first, Soldier wouldn't even beg her for the food. He'd be the type to just reach over and start sniffing at her plate. He's not even trying to be sneaky about it! That bastard would have the audacity to look her in the eyes while trying to take food off her plate! She tries to scold him about it, but he simply does not listen - in his mind, there's nothing wrong with what he's doing. So she's taken to sitting at the dining room table and watching YouTube videos on her phone instead. (Soldier will still put his head on her leg and stare at her expectantly.)

Reader is simply Just A Girl 💅, so we know our self-love queen would go get herself a sweet treat all the time. It varies, usually whatever she's craving at the time. There have been times where she's got a random craving for something she doesn't have, and will get up and leave her house to go get it (the boys get so annoyed and huffy). But she should know that no matter what it is she gets, Prince will want a bite. He'd be cute about it, too - whining and pouting and blinking up at her with those baby blue eyes. Eventually, Reader would giggle and give in, with the warning of "Just one bite, baby." Then she'd share a little piece with him. If it's something that isn't safe for dogs, she'd be less willing to share with him, insisting that it'll hurt him. Still, he'd whine for it. (It's not Reader's fault that she doesn't know he can have them!) And yes, I feel like Prince would be the most well behaved in the car, and the best around people, so he's the one that gets to join her on outings more often. She made the mistake of stopping by a coffee shop and getting him a pup cup ONE TIME, and now he's hooked. Every time they pass by that coffee shop (he knows that it's Reader's favorite, since the baristas know her by name) he will bark and howl and work himself up into a tizzy until Reader finally sighs and gives in. After he gets that pup cup, he's back to being well-behaved and a sweetheart. Reader hates it. Plus, people would fawn over Prince in public since he's such a pretty boy. He absolutely eats it up!

God save Reader if she decides to make bacon one morning. It's not something she does often - she probably decided to do it this time as a special occasion. Maybe it's the morning of her birthday or a holiday. Either way, she decided to make a big breakfast for herself. Which included bacon.

Superhero is normally the first of the four to wake up. From what Reader can gather, Soldier takes the night shift. He stays awake through the night, watching out the windows and sometimes patrolling the house. Because of this, Soldier tends to sleep during the day. Superhero then takes the mantle of "guard dog" during the day. Prince and Monster will sometimes take the night shift instead, but it's normally Superhero and Soldier.

Still, Superhero has a routine of patrolling the house the moment he wakes up, checking for anything wrong. If Reader is making bacon, though? Superhero is glued to her legs in an instant. She'd laugh at first and lightheartedly tell him no. He wouldn't give up. He'd escalate to putting his front paws up on her shoulders and trying to reach the bacon himself. Reader would definitely have to half pick up/half drag him away from the stove. He'd boof and snap his teeth demandingly, as if he's entitled to a piece of this bacon and how dare you not let him have a piece! Reader, always one to fight him on everything, would be adamant not to.

Then Soldier enters the scene. As I said before, Soldier usually sleeps through the first half of the day. But the moment the smell of bacon spreads through the house? She hears claws clacking against the floor as he barrels into the kitchen. It would probably be the most excited Reader has ever seen Soldier, tail wagging and eyes shining brightly. Superhero immediately growls and snaps at Soldier. Reader would just let them tussel at first, using the distraction to finish cooking her bacon. Eventually, she realizes "Oh shit those are NOT play growls-" and quickly runs over to the two to separate them. It takes the promise of two pieces of bacon each to get them to finally settle down.

Reader never makes bacon in her house ever again.

Meanwhile, Monster would be different. Where the other three would be swarming her legs the moment she starts cooking herself dinner, Reader notices that Monster is always sitting patiently to the side. She has to subdue the others by continuously feeding them bites of what she's cooking, but Monster never begs for any. He's the only one that she can eat on the couch with, because he'll lay on top of her feet and won't try to steal her food. But she does notice him glancing at her food. So, since he's always been such a sweetheart, Reader would happily offer Monster food. He would take it slowly, hesitantly. But he feels better after Reader cooes and praises him for being so good. His tail would wag contently. Still, he would never bother Reader for her food. We love Monster in this household <3 I will say, I like to think Tom personally doesn't like bacon. So, if Reader tried to offer some to Monster because it's only fair, he would sniff it, then huff and sneeze and turn his nose away. Doesn't bother Reader, though. Just means it's one less rowdy wolfdog trying to tackle her.

[sepublic]

Dark topic but in light of Ragatha always getting physical abuse with the joke being she’s a rag doll. What if she was physically abused by a lover and that led her to being agreeable and palatable as a way to survive. But it also led her to yknow deeply hating and resenting her partner, having to be emotionally caring and walking on eggshells all the time, babying this prick. Blaming herself for being abused while wanting to blame the partner. Fishing for compliments and just wanting her effort to be recognized and validated???

And it colors her subsequent relationships, hence hating Jax but being so deathly afraid of him hating her because. From her experience if someone hates her they act violently on it. Ironically Jax doesn’t mind pushing Caine because he doesn’t fear physical retaliation but doesn’t realize Ragatha feels the opposite with him. And tbf look at Jax. Meanwhile Ragatha just met Pomni and she’s really hoping she’ll find someone who responds, who will flirt with her and make Ragatha feel alive and taken care of romantically, instead of the other way around!

It might not be direct abuse, it could also just be bad luck, or a certain brand of parenting; Ragatha was taught that good things happen to good, well-behaved people! So if she keeps trying hard enough, Ragatha will eventually be rewarded; And if she still hasn’t been, then maybe she just wasn’t nice enough and her misery and disappointment is what she deserves.

Maybe she was an orphan in a Catholic boarding school praying to Santa or God that she’s been a good girl, only to get coal and disappointment. When she was older she had to look after younger kids and still got nothing. She suffers from the misogyny of being able to prove herself but never getting the chance or always being sabotaged and looked down upon for factors not her fault while others are praised.

Or she got treated like a doll to dress up, to be seen but not heard by her rich country family, a performance. And Ragatha got what she asked for by not being obtrusive or loud, except all she got was rich person gifts like horses and not yknow. Actual emotional connection, and so one day she goes online to find people, and eventually comes across VR!

[redjockfrog]

initial thoughts for AVA 11 (spoilers)

in alanspc

WHO FUCKING CALLED IT? THE WHOLE NOOGAI REMAKING VICTIM A BUNCH OF TIME? SOMEONE FUCKING CALLED IT! (was it ink? i think it was but i don't remember)

wait so chosen wasn't born the same year as victim? or was he and noogai just went "yknow, after that i think i'll stick with victims"

so like, earlier this year, i had and idea about alan and second testing what would happen if they erased parts of sec's body. what the fuck Apollo.

THE ROCKET SHIP BEING HIS WAY TO FREEDOM IS AMAZINGAHSAKJDHLKAJHFKDJHFKSJDHF

also i love hope he just robbed noogai's interface (deserved)

his escape was so cool and so was the music- wait who did the music *instert agressive clicking* oh scott buckly and lildeucedeuce nice

bro noogai must've been flabbergasted after that

The Outernet

the girl!!!

okay that animation actually was really cute

"CORNDOG GUY WAS USER MADE" <-voice of a guy who has no idea what's coming

those glowy circle things are the same green as Second's.

fuck they even look the same

WAIT THAT'S WHY HE'S GREY!?!? because he didn't come to the outernet natrually? that so cool

also his entering into the outernet linked all the pc's to the outernet sky! that's so weird!

THE FUCKING WHISTLE WHEN HE'S YEETED OUT OF THE ROCKET IS CRAZY BRO IS A LOONEY TUNE LMAO-!

"oh bby girl you're so cute and sweet and kind i hope your death is tragic" <-voice of a guy who knows what's coming but is not ready

oh he's shaking, ooh baby nooo :,<

bro has so many issues

they were impressed by him drawing, so maybe creation is like a super special thing

omg she is his business partner

smith?!?!?!?

is Mitsi the first (and maybe even only) person he's told his trauma about, cause that is so sweet

POWER COUPLE! SO THEY ARE ROMANTIC PARTNERS

digital hallucination /ref

okay but the fact that he still sees the cursor but after so much time with Mitsi he pushes past it is so sweet

The Anniversary Party

watching Smith boogie down is so funny

victim canonically cannot boogie down lmao

"him and mitsi dancing is so cute maybe she will live" <-voice of a guy who let their guard down at the worst possible moment

i saw that fire- wait where she go

oh shit she got sent to newgrounds

protect yo boss Smith- oh shit there he goes to

wait are all sticks in the outernet from newgrounds?

WAIT PURPLE'S FAMILY-?!?!? AND PURPLE?!?!?!?!? HOLY SHIT?!!?

note: Navy gets out first, Purple reaches out for help, but Navy just goes "Come on! We gotta go!", and Orchid is the one to help Purple up.

MITSI NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

and smith had to watch his friend's lover die. that's fucked up

ooooohoohohooh Chosen looks so fucking ominous

you can almost hear the question "where's mitsi?" "..."

that breakdown from Smith. god damn. "i'm so sorry!"

2018

oof. /gen

CONTEXT IS KEY. CONTEXT IS KEY!!!

the angel of death drawing is fucking metal

there are so many details i can't do justice here

the connection has been drawn.

i.

i love this episode. thank you alan. thank you ava team.

[the-laughing-lunatic]

Medic and Scout celebrating Christmas !!!!

(Mediscout has taken over my brain, so here we are. Word count: ~1300)

The snow was falling softly outside the base, the fluffy white blanket perfectly untouched and still. The early morning sun reflected upon the snow into the common area, where Medic sat upon the couch, one leg crossed over the other as his gaze is set on the scene outside. He was quite content to simply sit and watch the faint snowflakes fall. 

Scout was not. He had moved positions at least twenty times in the past half hour, ranging from cuddling up next to his boyfriend to sitting on the floor. Currently, he was pacing in a circle near the haphazardly assembled Smissmas tree. Medic feared that if he continued hed burn a circle into the rug. 

Medic sighed, setting his cup of coffee down on the side table, not bothering to set down a coster on the already battered wood. “Alright, what is the matter with you liebe?”

Scout looked at him as if he had asked the dumbest question in the history of dumb questions. “What’s the matter with me? Are ya kiddin’? Babe its freaking Smissmas mornin’! I’m excited to get my presents for Pete’s sake! I should be the one askin’ you whats the matter with you,” he exclaimed in indignation.

“What? Why should you be the one to ask that? I’m not behaving as energetically as you, schatz.”

“Yeah, and thats the problem. Why ain’t ya excited? I know I’m datin’ an old geezer n all but c’mon! It’s Smissmas mornin and you’re watchin’ a less interesting version of paint drying,” Scout said, motioning towards the snow as he changed position once more to settle back beside Medic, his little quip earning him a lighthearted glare before Medic’s arm wraps around him. 

“I don’t know, I suppose it is just one of those things. I mean, surely it is not as exciting as when you were a child, no?”

“Eh, I mean, kinda? Nothin’ beats how exciting everything felt as a tyke but I dunno, I think I like Smissmas more now. We obviously didn’t have that much money back then, and with seven brothers I got one gift a year, maybe some hand me downs. I don’t blame my ma, of course, she always did her best to make it magical. I remember she used to cut out little stars outta cans, and when it got real dark on Smissmas Eve, since me and my brothers always begged to stay up, she’d put them over the candles we got from the church. And to little me, the way it lit up the ceiling was the most beautiful thing in the world, y’know?” Medic nodded in response as he listened, gently squeezing Scout’s shoulder to remind him to get back on topic

“Geez I’ve been blabberin’, sorry, but the main point is that even though I still enjoyed it back then, now I actually have money to get nice gifts, y’know? I like bein’ able to get my ma the nice gifts she deserves especially, even though she scolds me for how much I spend, heh. And I actually got friends and a cute ass boyfriend to share them with,” he says, kissing Medic’s cheek.

Medic smiles softly and pulls Scout into his lap. “You are too sweet mein liebe, you know that?”

Scout chuckles, flexing his biceps a little. “Yeah, yeah, I know I’m the best angelcakes. But whatta about you? What made you into the Scrooge McDuck that you are now toots?”

“…do you mean the actual Scrooge and not the cartoon duck?”

“Heh, I think I know what I’m sayin’ toots, ya ain’t answerin’ the question.”

”Alright, alright, Shiesse. It is not like I dislike Smissmas now by any means, it is enjoyable, especially with you, but it was much easier as a child. My mother and father handled all the gifts and food. Most I had to do was leave my shoes out for St. Nicholas or maybe buy some licorice at the markets to give as a gift, heh. But, obviously, I’ve gotten older and now I have to be the one to worry about buying gifts and organizing and such.”

Scout nods. “Yeah, I get that babe, it kinda sucks a little, especially since ya ain’t got a connection with your parents no more. Ya deserve to be spoiled, yknow?”

“You are sweet but it is quite alright, it is not like I mind it that much. It is just one of those things that happen when you get older. You simply become more responsible for other people.” 

Scout made a face like he was about to protest until he heard the sound of the truck pulling into the garage. He lept up immediately, knowing Miss Pauling was back from the post office with their packages. Medic simply rolled his eyes. 

A short while later Scout returned with his arms full of presents with brightly patterned wrapping paper and bows, with a wide smile on his face. “Holy shit I’m so excited!! Can we open ‘em now? Huh? Can we?”

“Scout we’re grown men, we dont need permission to open our gifts if we’d wish,” Medic said with a light chuckle. 

“Ooo, quite a bad boy, huh toots?” Scout says teasingly, grabbing his and his boyfriend’s gifts from under the metal tree onto the pile he was holding before sitting back by him, since Pyro had burned down the others. “Hey dumbasses! We’re openin’ presents if ya wanna come in here!”

Medic rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm back around Scout. 

A little while later, colorful scraps lay upon the ground along with various gifts that had been unwrapped: a twelve pack of Exothermic Eggnog Bonk, currently 11 as one sat opened on the table, a new bonesaw, and sweaters among some of them. Scout sighed softly into the fabric of Medic’s sweater before becoming alert.

“Oh! I almost forgot toots, I got another gift for ya!! Well, I mean, ain’t exactly from me but ya get what I’m sayin,” Scout said, reaching behind some of the scraps to grab a small square box, wrapped in a different pattern then all the rest. “Go on!”

Medic raised an eyebrow but opened it. Wrapped up in tissue paper was a small dove ornament, “Ludwig, 1968. —Ma” enscribed unto the bottom of it. Scout grins, looking intently at his boyfriends reaction, which was his face softening into a smile. “T- this was really too sweet of your mother to do this.”

“C’mon! Ya ain’t even looked at everything in there yet, let’s go!” Medic rolled his eyes lightheartedly and finds a wrapped gift in the box, promptly ripping it open.

It was a frame, containing a picture of Scout’s mom and brothers, with space on the side enough for two cut out pictures taped on. One of Scout, and one of Medic. On the back it read “Willis Christmas, 1968.” Medic felt his eyes burn and he let out a shaky breath. “Does she really consider me part of the family?..”

“Of course! Ludwig, we’ve been seein’ each other seriously for over a year, course you’re part of the family now. My ma loves ya.” 

That was what did it. Medic normally wasn’t one to cry in public, but he just felt so overwhelmed with love he couldn’t help it. Scouts gaze softened and he pulled Medic closer so he could cry into his shoulder. 

After a few minutes of crying, Medic wiped his eyes and adjusted his glasses before Scouts gaze. “Es tut mir Leid, I am just grateful—“

“Hey, ain’t you the one who taught me that it’s fine to cry? Toots it’s okay, ya don’t need to apologize,” Scout said, rubbing his back to comfort him.

“I- I know, it just— I am simply thankful, I suppose, it’s been quite sometime since anyone considered me part of their family,” he confesses.

“Well ya got one now. Hell, even without my ma n brothers this team is basically family, right? And maybe once ya figure out your pregnant machine or whatever we could also start our own little family,” Scout says with a little smirk.

Medic perks up. “So you’ll let me put a baboon uterus in you?”

“Hell no, you’re gonna be the one gettin baboon pregnant if we do that. But my point still stands.”

Medic sighs. “I suppose I’ll allow it, but only because I love you.”

Scout chuckles before his softer look returns. “I love you too, Merry Smissmas Ludwig.

[mantequillamcwhoremick]

A penny for your thoughts on the Dikinbaus episode? 👀👀👀

Omg okay so I definitely have to rewatch it like 10082927 times but just to go off of my late night 'delirious from excitement' watch, I am absolutely ECSTATIC at the way the episode treated Butters and gave him a well deserved win.

Butters has evolved a lot over the course of the show, he used to be a 100% naïve and innocent boy who was absolutely clueless about everything mature or terrible going on around him and it was always a very hopeful thing for me to watch him keep going and loving life despite how much the world tore him down on all ends. In a way, watching old seasons makes me miss the old Butters, but if Butters had just stayed the same for the next 20 seasons, he would hardly feel like a real/three dimensional person as he does now.

The changes and mood swings he's gone through, as well as the resilience he's started to build up were weird to watch at first (*COUGH* s20) but then they've started making more and more sense, especially taking into account the Post COVID special and the two wildly different paths his life could go.

That all being said, Dikinbaus was an absolutely satisfying cathartic episode as a Butters enthusiast, because he's just finally embracing things he's genuinely good at and demanding justice from someone who's arguably taken advantage of him the most in the entire show: Cartman.

It's kind of like Butters' version of Wendy's "Breast Cancer Show Ever" episode, where she's often been disrespected in a sexist way by him and no one (no teachers/adults) ever really did something, so she took matters into her own hands. Cartman is always screwing Butters over by letting him take the fall for his schemes, making Butters spend money on his behalf, and Butters has let him get away with it for so long, and so have Butters' parents (and everyone else but I especially blame the adults bc yknow).

This makes Dikinbaus kind of a kickstarter for Butters' "Fuck you, Eric!" moment at the end of Post COVID: The Return of COVID, which is nice to see because in the "Worldwide Privacy Tour" episode earlier in the season, Butters' behavior (after his parents sent him to rework his "brand") reminded me much more of Vic Chaos. It's nice to see these two versions of Butters' future reflect in present episodes, and I'm excited to see more of it in future episodes.

I've been rambling about Butters only but tbh I found the Kenman dynamic in this episode hilarious too. It makes me kind of mourn the respect Butters had for Kenny though, bc I'm sure that after this episode it must've significantly gone down, but honestly I was just happy to see Kenny have some fun even if it was at Butters' expense. Let him be a dumb immature kid fr

The only issue I had with the episode for now is the commentary on mental health days at work and the underlying "today's youth is sensitive and too lazy to work" message, which lacked nuance and just kinda felt like old people complaining. It would've been okay if they'd kept it only to Cartman, kinda like the "there's queer people, and then there's Mr Garrison" thing, but they brought Kenny & other kids into that narrative too so it made me feel a little eh about the commentary. But oh well

Sorry anon, you gave me a penny and I'm throwing a whole thesis on you but I still thank you a lot for asking and letting me ramble. Kisses to you :>>

[camels-pen]

the difference between zosopp and sanuso (romantic OR platonic) is that Usopp is Zoro's specialest little guy and Zoro is someone Usopp hangs out with and looks up to and hides behind when things get scary, but Sanji and Usopp are best friends. They horse around, they beat each other up, they confide their worst fears trying to one up each other. Usopp hides behind Sanji sometimes, sure, but idk, Sanji's weaknesses are more obvious (bugs, fighting women, etc) so there are times when Usopp has to stand in front of Sanji too, yknow?

Like, how do I say this, all the crewmates are equal- Usopp and Zoro are equals- but with Sanji it feels like more... comradery? Zoro's a rock in a terrible storm- even rocks tend to get weathered and chipped and worn down, but they overall stay strong and steady. He has trouble being vulnerable and there are times when the burden he's placed on himself to keep the crew safe is crushing his chest. Usopp would help with that and be very understanding, but the point I'm trying to get with that is that those moments are few and far between. So I feel like Usopp, especially after Water 7, would take Zoro's lead on something like that, and keep most of his worries to himself or only talk about them sparingly unless they're really bad and/or he can't hide them.

Sanji is like a tree in a storm; he can be strong, yes, but it feels like he bends and sways with the storm, and has more obvious breaking points. He can relate more to Usopp's struggles rather than resorting to blunt honesty that might border on callous like Zoro. And while, with Zosopp, I tend to think of scenarios with Zoro being blunt like that as a good thing- because sometimes when you're spiraling, it's nice to have someone say exactly what's great about you and shoot down all your worries with straight facts that you can't argue with- I can also see this as being a bad thing. Anxiety can really twist up your brain sometimes, you know? And despite the words, the tone could still mess someone up if they're already feeling like a burden on others in some way.

With Sanuso it's a lot more understanding and thoughtful words. It's distractions and comfort food and patience- the kind reserved for Usopp- until Usopp talks about whatever's troubling him. Compared to Zosopp, it doesn't take as long for Usopp to open up, since he's done the same thing to Sanji at times and it's more familiar to him to talk and commiserate with Sanji about his worries and doubts and such. However, there are times stuff like this has absolutely no effect and Sanji will end up at a loss, no idea what to do or how to help over the course of several days with Usopp being quiet and keeping his distance, and he'll end up working himself up about it which will only serve to make Usopp feel worse and. yeah. bit of a vicious cycle with them.

So it's like. Usopp can be weak with both of them, but since I see Sanji as the type of guy who'd be more open with his worries (at least compared to Zoro), there's less of a need to 'perform' and be his best self around him. He's comfortable around Zoro, yes, but he is constantly wanting to show that he won't be a problem to him. On the other hand, while he's more open with Sanji, and Sanji with him, they tend to relate a bit too much with each other and they both have issues with causing trouble for others and being 'deserving of love' so failed attempts at consoling one hurts the other and creates an unpleasant cycle of misery and avoidance before some other crewmate (Zoro) tells them to quit being stupid and just fucking talk to each other.