#how am I supposed to fall in love with anyone when I'm too focused on my Weed Presentation

[fleaworld2]

flea's very special national boyfriend day

Utilized my weed to lure this cute boy on a dating app to smoke bc I was trying to be Brave and Assertive (0 experience dating men very gay very scared) but then when he said yes I got nervous about my weed so I went to buy a grinder but Spencer smacked and spat on my 20 year old ass so my dumbass went out and bought a pepper grinder instead thinking it'd work the same only for the nugs to get all stuck up in that bitch. Got them out after tremendous effort and chopped it up, bought a rolling tray and made some fucked up ass blunts that I was so ashamed of I had to cancel. well I mean that and the mental breakdown I had about how much I can't stand myself.

So basically i'm down 40 bucks, up two goofy ass blunts I will most certainly be smoking both of alone tonight, and am still on the market.

(to end the pity post on a slightly less pathetic post, he was very nice about it and wants to meet up some other time)

[mental69er]

I have a Victoria Neuman request where Victoria is only using the reader at first due to the reader's father being a really influential figure especially in politics so dating the reader would give her access to more connections but overtime Victoria realizes that she's in love with the reader and fully comes to the realization while they're having sex.

content: victoria using reader for personal gain, nb reader, a touch of angst, victoria accidentally falling in love and not knowing how to deal with it

As your body writhed under hers, hot skin pressed into her center, Victoria was struck by a sudden realization that paused her.

She stared down at you, puzzeling over your face as it contorted with rising pleeasure. Frozen under the weight of her thoughts, she sat straddeling your lap, taking you in.

Seeing you for the first time.

When had it changed? When had she come to see this more than just free sex? When had she come to care about you?

It started out simply, as most things did. Victoria needed more political influence, and who better to gain that influence with than by dating you? She had done as much work as she could on her end, but she was missing a crucial key to gaining more power.

But she didn't want to be on her knees for some elderly old man. No, if she had to be on her knees for anyone she rathered it be someone young, and attractive.

The fact that you were naive was only an added bonus.

Seducing you into experimenting with the fairer sex was all too easy. A few carefully crafted situations, with some choice words, and you were wrapped around her finger.

Dating you was a bit harder, if only because she had to keep up the charade: pretending to care for you while subtly using you to get your father to chance his perspective on bills in congress that she needed passed.

And it had worked like a charm.

Victoria had got what she wanted. She was going to break up with you. It was the sensible thing to do since she no longer needed your father's influence, able to do what she wanted now.

She told herself she would wait a few weeks to not make it suspicious, then make up some excuse that she could no longer date you because of a conflict of interest.

You surely wouldn't be happy but she wouldn't care, is what she told herself. And now here she was, in bed with you once more.

"Are you okay?" you asked her, voice husky with lust. You sat up, running a hand down her face.

Victoria jerked herself to, not realizing that she had been frozen for a while now. "I'm fine," she answered, though she did not feel fine. There was a tenderness in her heart, that hadn't been before. And she hated how she had noticed it.

"You don't look fine. Did I do something?" you asked and she chuckled, trying to shake off the realization she had come to. While you'd been spread out under her, your skin soft and flushed, your mouth breathing out her name, she'd known she'd fallen in love with you.

She didn't know when it had happened. In between all the dates at expensive restaurants, between glasses of wine, laughing at incompetent politics, or in the soft quiet moments as you lay by each others side?

She had been focused on her career, and on using you to further it. How could she have fallen for you?

This wasn't supposed to be the plan. This wasn't supposed to happen. This changed everything.

You wiped at her eyes. "You're crying."

"Am I?" she asked, in disbelief. She was torn between laughing and lamenting her fate. How cruel for her to be ensnared like this. When had you enchanted her? Was it with your smile? With your unflinching kindness?

"Was it work?" you asked, pure concern in your eyes.

She shook her head.

"I'm tired, I think." Victoria knew it was the easy way out, but she didn't feel like speaking about this with you.

"I'll make you something warm to drink," you told her and slipped out of the bed, grabbing a robe as you went. She watched you going, biting down on her bottom lip.

She was screwed, wasn't she?

She had too many enemies to make it a smart idea to fall for you. But she had fallen in love regardless and now she would have to account for that. In the meantime, she should enjoy her time with you and unpack her feelings in the morning. She rose up and grabbed her robe before joining you in the kitchen.

[mirrorball-leclerc]

paint the town red - part three

FERRARI IS BACK BABY!

series masterlist

peter parker added 8 people

peter parker anyone have oscar piastri's number? this is for research. ALSO, CAN WE BRING BACK THE BLACK FIRE PROOFS??

carlos sainz you're a strange child.

harley keener that's what i've been saying since we met.

bianca stark-potts peter, let it go.

tony stark i don't know if it's still a joke or if you're being serious about it.

peter parker it isn't for me, it's for ned.

bianca stark-potts BULLSHIT!!

peter parker i'm in love with him, mj understands (i think)

arthur leclerc i too am in love with oscar piastri, we kissed one time. charles leclerc it was for a video, and you didn't actually kiss. arthur leclerc but i wanted too.

peter parker but think about it, i get oscar to fall madly in love with me, i take the competition out at the same time.

carlos sainz you think oscar is the only competition we have?

peter parker well no, i can send the avengers after the rest. like what’s max verstappen gonna do against black widow? or lewis hamilton against bucky barnes?

ollie bearman right i forget you people know the avengers

tony stark i am the avengers

arthur leclerc no, you’re iron man. the avengers are the entire team.

peter parker realistically speaking the only one able to take an avenger on would be toto, and i think he could only take on rocket or groot.

arthur leclerc the fucking raccoon?

peter parker he gets defensive when you call him a raccoon.

bianca stark-potts right, who gave him coffee? he only brings this type of shit up when he's had sugar.

charles leclerc it was an accident…i did not know he would get like this. and he made those eyes!

tony stark he does that a lot.

arthur leclerc one could say it was an inchident?

charles leclerc ARTHUR I SWEAR I'M GOING TO KILL YOU harley keener THIS IS GOLD!! I'VE HIT THE GOLD MINE!! ARTHUR LECLERC YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE NOW!!

harley keener fucking snitch, parker

bianca stark-potts peter had coffee, well if what charles drinks is even coffee. it's pure sugar.

harley keener facts.

natasha romanoff again, aren't you people supposed to be working?

harley keener considering seb and tony are busy scolding peter and charles for the coffee thing, we're good for now. also, carlos left to pick up our lunch it was his turn today.

steve rogers peter drank coffee? i thought that was banned at the paddock??

bianca stark-potts it was, but charles wasn't here the day of the wall-climbing incident. therefore he didn’t know what would happen

bucky barnes did he not know peter was spider-man?

harley keener he did because we told him, carlos, and seb first. however, we never went over the rules

sam wilson i guess it’s time to break out the peter parker handbook again

tony stark aren't you two supposed to be working? focusing on the upcoming race?

bianca stark-potts i'm trying to mass send the peter parker handbook to everyone.

harley keener i'm currently watching old C2 videos.

sam wilson lord help all the fans who are counting on you two idiots to deliver a decent car

bianca stark-potts WE BUILT A FUCKING ROCKET SHIP SAMUEL!

BAHRAIN 2024

scuderiaferrari CHARLES LECLERC P1! CARLOS SAINZ P2! IT'S A FERRARI 1-2 IN BAHRAIN MOTHER FUCKERS!! THAT'S HOW YOU KICK OFF A SEASON!! CONGRATS TO SIR LEWIS HAMILTON FOR HIS P3!!

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ferrari 1-2 here in bahrain! ferrari is back baby!

the only way to kick off a season is with a 1-2!

SAUDI ARABIA 2024

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¡leclerc-s speaks! this is what i wish the 2024 season would look like for ferrari but who knows if we'll ever get that. on the brightside only two more races left with the sf-23 and then we can finally throw that shitbox in the trash can, where it belongs. (note: the drivers on the top tweet are as follows: lando, esteban, max, and george.)

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[starrycassi]

I think a lot of young queers folks (like me. Not trying to be all elderly about this I'm literally a gen z) today need to watch the good oldies about our community.

⚠️: I don't mean, in any way shape or form to insult the newer queer shows/movies. I love SPOP. I love TOH. I read and loved Heart stopper. However, because of the restraint of mainstream media, they have a very... palatable?? way to portray the community. I am NOT blaming the creators (who I'm sure would love to go a bit further down on their portrayals if given the option)

SO! I have nice recommendations that I, personally, enjoy a lot. They're in no particular order.

A classic, for starters. But I'm a cheerleader!: Very campy, barbie-y, funny and free on YouTube. A cheerleader is sent to a conversation camp when her social circle realizes that she might be into girls. (It has a very unrealistic portrayal of conversation camps, though. Very cartoony) my comfort movie fr fr

Priscilla, queen of the desert: A trio of drag queens travel across the desert on a big, old bus. They fight, there's some falling in love. They talk a lot about gender identity, queer childhoods and similar topics. I've only been able to find this one (and most of the ones on this list, since I don't have any streaming devices) on illegal websites. There's very, very direct homophobia, SA, physical abuse, child neglect, yk, the American dream. The queens are the funnier thing ever, the romance plotlines are absolutely delightful and well-rounded. Focuses a bit more on the community itself and interpersonal relationships. All around, a solid 10/10.

Kinky boots: A very prude, engaged man inherits a shoe fabric. He's running out of ideas to stay in business, until he meets a drag queen. Same warnings (and themes!) as the last one. This one has a stronger focus on how the characters become more accepting and how our queen navigates being faced with them. I've rewatched it like a hundred times.

The birdcage (2000's) or le cauge aux folles (1970'): A gay couple runs a drag club. Their son brings home a conservative girlfriend and her family. This is more comedy lenient, but funny as fuck nonetheless.

Paris is burning: this one is a documentary, btw. Focuses on the life of drag queens in the 80's. Nothing I didn't already say on Priscilla tbh.

Saving face: A chinese-american girl that lives in a VERY conservatory and secluded community is trying (and failing) not to fall in love with a ballerina. At the same time, her mother (a widow, how scandalous!) gets mysteriously pregnant and gets kicked out of their family home. This one will hit close to home if you're from any ethnic, homophobic household. Cried a lot. Then cried some more. Happy ending, though!

D.E.B.S: THIS IS THE FUNNIEST, CUTEST MOVIE EVER. It's a full on romance comedy for when the mind is a bit too tired! The main plot is that, in a school of girls being trained to be top-notch spies (very totally spies type) a girl who's the top of her class falls in love with the biggest villainess they ever faced. More of a coming of age thing, that also explores the good old dilemma of choosing what the hell you're supposed to do with your life once you turn 18 (relatable tbh)

And now, for a book (in Spanish, though) we have "Las Malas": Narrated by a trans, poor prostitute. Extremely realistic in its narrative voice, cruel and very hurtful sometimes. This is actually one of my favorite books ever, it's so fucking underrated that I'm going to die if no one reads it. There's EVERYTHING. It genuinely drives me crazy to read this. We have queer moms, a child found in a freezing park, suicides, literally anything happens. I love it.

If anyone has any suggestions PLEASE drop them. I'm begging u

[nocandnc]

So I got to watch the new anime-original Kn8 OVA 'Hoshina's Day Off' in theaters. What are my thoughts?! You'll find them below the cut!

Spoilers for the Hoshina OVA!!

I MEAN IT!!!

……...

…?

Not a single crumb of New Okonogi Content. 0/10. Do not recommend.

Okay, I’m kidding. Mostly. Sort of. Do I think it’s rude to not include Hoshina’s right-hand Operator in an OVA focusing on him? Yeah, kinda.

But instead of Okonogi, we did get more Akari and Hakua, so I suppose I’ll forgive the writers… this time.

I'll just have to imagine that Okonogi was extra busy at work because she took on a bunch of Hoshina's paperwork, and that's why he got a day off in the first place.

(Kafka was sidelined throughout the entire thing too, which is fine I guess, but I wish they'd done it in a way that didn't turn him into a joke... Japan has a love for toilet humor that I'll never understand.)

And now! I will talk about some little bits that I liked!!!

When Reno and Iharu first decide to tail Hoshina, it's for a bet. Iharu thinks Hoshina's sneaking off to meet a woman, but Reno thinks it's something else. At this, Iharu stubbornly insists that "the Vice Captain can fall in love too!" which I can't help but interpret as some sort of push-back against the more rabid fans that treat popular characters like idols who aren't allowed to date anyone >.> well, that's what I'd like to think anyways lol

Iharu and Kikoru had some playful arguing going on when the boys and girls cross paths, which I thought was pretty funny. I can see them fighting over who gets to spend more time with Reno in the future...

And while I'm sad about the lack of OkoHoshi, I DID come away feeling good about Akariharu!

When the gang suspects Hoshina of being involved in black market dealings, Iharu and Akari have nearly the exact same reaction - which is to break down in tears at the thought of the Vice Captain being a criminal lollll this feeds into my thoughts of them being a very passionate, emotional couple together. Just non-stop silly romantics behavior.

One general thing I'll praise the OVA for is additional world-building!

Hoshina's secret business ends up being at disaster prevention center. Here, we see that a playroom has been set up with different activity stations to help teach kids what to do during Kaiju attacks and other such emergencies. And it's run by a former 3rd Division member! This provides some nice insight on how regular citizens navigate this messy world, and what options are available for retired officers who still want to help them. Little details like this make the world feel more lived-in, so I liked it very much.

Well, I suppose that's everything from me! The OVA was a just a fun, lighthearted thing in the end (just as I suspected) - not quite to my tastes as I always prefer filler with more emotional meat to it rather than excess comedy >.<;;; but I really am happy my theater was showing it at all!!

Hopefully by supporting it, I'll get to see more and more anime screenings in the future.

[fl00mie]

I like to think of Ink as the type to look for beauty in stuff. The type to live in the moment and enjoy everything to its fullest. His weak points may be his inability to not separate himself from happenings that don't involve him, as just as he ends up appreciating the will of people and the stories they tell, he focuses on the "what could be" and "what's supposed to be" of every world which inherently is without his interference, and fails to consider changing their course for a "better" outcome. It's canon he doesn't think of people as real in the same way he is, but I like to hc that he doesn't see himself as real either, not in the same way. All these peoples have canonical stories and world's and he is the outsider who is observing the script. He is not meant to be real or canon to any of the world's he visits. Skfkdkf I'm bad at explaining...

I don't know if he himself gives it all as much thought as I do, but I HC that he thinks of the world and his place in it a bit like ecology. the structure of everything is like an ecosystem, and just as we can't help every single injured deer or stop every predator from hunting it's prey, he doesn't want to intervene in every AU because it's unsustainable stale. The death of the ecosystem is when a story veers off what makes it interesting so much that it becomes uninteresting because of a deus ex machina (which is him).

The other part is I think he thinks of them like art. Everything around him is art and made by an artist. All of these complex scripts are an ecosystem of characters and plots, and interfering is like going to a museum and drawing in the paintings. I HC this is also part of how he observes the ecosystem of universes and that to an extent, he avoids meddling with them because an unfixable ecosystem caused by outside intervention is worse than a bad timeline because a bad timeline continues to exist. An unfixable one that's slowly leading to nowhere gets abandoned. If universes keep getting abandoned he'll die and that's no good!

And he might not remember it but he knows there's no fate worse than being abandoned

(excuse the ramblings of a me. I am unwell ✨💕)

it's interesting to think of him that way considering how he behaves with the rest, honestly i don't feel like anyone knows him well enough to know that kind of things and i love to think about it too x3c the thing about him not feeling the same as everyone else, most likely it's about him not thinking that anyone can reach his capacity for meta-knowledge, in this aspect (forgive me for this) i feel like error might be the one that most resembles him, he's aware of the aus in all their splendor but not of the artists.. xgaster might also fall into this category for obvious reasons

god i love the way you say stuff😭😭 you took the poetic very literally/pos AND IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE ISTG whatever perspective you try to justify him with, he'll always have valid reasons and be directly involved with the well-being of the creators.... and i'm sure he wouldn't be able to put it into words like you did no matter how hard he tried so other characters as an error, nightmare or anyone who does not understand his ideology will never do it if they don't do their part, for this and a thousand other things i love ink as a character inside the multiverse and metaverse❤️‍🩹 it lends himself to too many interpretations that don't seem to be exhausted with the passage of time, i love him so much like you have no idea

[hanmaitani]

Dance With Me

PAIRING - Miya Osamu x Reader WC - 0.9K GENRE - fluff A/N - i would give anything to be with osamu like this CW - reader called 'angel', really just tooth-rotting fluff

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Osamu couldn't help it. He always felt bad about it too. No matter how many times he did it. He never could make it to the end of a Sunday without feeling more exhausted than usual. He was mid-yawn when movement in front of the stove caught his eye.

He leaned against the entrance to the kitchen and fondly watched you. Your hair was still styled up in your perfect Sunday style, your dress moving slightly delayed after you as you slowly swayed to your own humming.

Your humming was soft, pleasant to his ears as he watched you. Your back was to him as you focused on the food in front of you. Sunday nights were your designated nights to make dinner. Your way of "making it up to him" for dragging him out of bed so easily every Sunday morning.

A soft smile spread across his lips as he crossed the kitchen to you. He leaned his chin to rest on your shoulder, arms winding around your waist easily. His initial touch caused you to jump slightly but it was easy for you to immediately relax after registering who was touching you. A small smile tugged on the corners of your lips as he tipped his head forward. His hair tickled your neck slightly as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your collarbone before whispering. "Dance with me?"

You giggled then, turning your head just enough to press a loving kiss to his cheek. "I'm making dinner, love."

He hummed in acknowledgement but pressed anyways. "Just a dance, Angel." He unwound one of his arms from your waist and turned off the stove.

He really didn't have to work hard to turn you around or pry you away from your half-cooked dinner. He had a lopsided smile on his lips when you were finally turned to see him. He looked happy despite the way his eyes refused to stay fully open from his tiredness.

"Dance with me." He urged, pulling your body away from the stove and into his own. A smug and satisfied smile graced his lips as you rolled your eyes playfully and wrapped your arms around his neck.

You opened your mouth, intent on asking what brought on this sudden need to dance but the words died on your lips as he began to sway the two of you a little bit. "I love you." Is what you whispered up at him instead of your question.

You also loved the way he was looking down at you, his eyes brighter when he was looking at you, his hair slightly ruffled from his day, from running his fingers through it every time he yawned. "I'm supposed to be making you dinner right now," you teased.

He laughed lightly at your words and took a small step back to be able to spin you around. A giggle fell from your lips and Osamu felt himself fill with that light and airy feeling he was accustomed to feeling around you. Like falling in love with you all over again.

"I," he dipped his head and pressed a kiss to your lips quickly, "love you so much more than you could know." You opened your mouth to protest but were distracted by your own laughter as he spun you around again. He picked up the pace of your dancing, spinning and swaying you around your small apartment kitchen as he started to sing to you.

A constant flow of giggles and sweet whispers escaped you as you let him guide you in circles. "You know, Osa," you giggled as he hummed in question, dopey smile on his lips as he dipped her slightly, "you're terrible at singing." You teased before deciding to hum along to his tune.

He couldn't deny that he liked your humming more than his own singing. Anything that you did was 100 times better than how anyone else could do it in his eyes. Completely lovesick for you, that's what he was. But that didn't mean he couldn't mess around with you too.

He gave a fake gasp in mock hurt at your tease. "I am not!" He exclaimed, dipping you again and pretending to almost drop you. He laughed as you shrieked in shock. You lightly smacked his chest and laughed before he pulled you back up against him.

You smiled fondly up at him, pressing a small kiss to his jawline. "Tsumu's the worst though, if you ask me." Osamu let out a loud laugh and you giggled along as his head tipped back for a moment. You waited for his laughing to stop before you spoke again. "But you suck too."

Osamu looked down at you with a shocked expression, jaw dropped and eyebrows raised into his hair. "I do not!" You laughed again and he couldn't help but smile as he watched your eyes squeezing shut in the midst of your giggles. It really didn't matter to him or you if he really did suck at singing or not.

Dinner was easily forgotten by both of you. You were too busy giggling along to the two of you teasing back and forth. And him?

He was busy engraving this memory of you into his mind along with all the others.

Refusing to blink or to look away. Refusing to leave this moment.

So in love with you as you danced around the kitchen to his singing and your humming.

Nothing else mattered but that.

Holding on to this moment.

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[petit-etoile]

even  if  the  world  collapses, i  will  be  alright

pairing: shadowheart/karlach wordcount: 3,388 content warnings:  spoilers for shadowheart's act iii quest, don't worry they get together after this other tags:  canon compliant,  character study,  introspection,  pre-relationship,  shadowheart is bad at feelings,  c.unnilingus, v.aginal fingering note:  i don't normally write pairings outside of astarion/tav.  i'm sorry if things seem ooc or not quite accurate enough.  i usually only write for a.starion/t.av so i'm nervous as to how this reads !! archiveofourown: here.

summary:  Karlach knows the truth Shadowheart wants to show her.

‘Karlach?’

Shadowheart barely understands what has brought her here. Perhaps it was the loss of a mother’s love or the emptiness of divinity flooding her bones. She shivers. She will never confess to crying, to cutting her hair off in a fit of rage. That is not her image. She was a Sharran beauty, a devout worshiper, and now…

She looks at her silver braid and tries not to feel sick. I am nothing but a confused girl, she thinks spitefully. Bile rises in her belly, and she tears her hair down before she feels weak. It hardly helps.

Karlach’s tent is large and looming, enough space for herself and all their companions if they felt like getting together. It’s warm and inviting. It’s… A safe place. Shadowheart isn’t ready for the jeers of their peers when they see what she’s done to her hair. She climbs in to hide.

Karlach is inside because of course she is. The tiefling woman is too busy singing and using a whetstone to sharpen her blade to really notice her intruder. Shadowheart almost feels grateful she can pass by as a ghost unannounced. She crams herself into the corner and wraps her arms around her knees, pressing her mouth against her leather pants, fingers clenching to avoid feeling empty. The swelling ennui is a familiar emotion  —  She could not remember the last time she had not fought against despair, not since the illithid ship, not since the Moonrise Towers.

Seeing Dame Aylin everyday was almost a vicious mockery. That the child of Selûne could stand so tall without a fear in the world but Shadowheart could not. The wound on her hand refuses to throb. If she is lost, why is the Goddess of Loss not guiding her? It was not a true betrayal. Anyone would have refused… Shadowheart still loves her or so she supposes she does. She has not known a life that did not include Shar’s teachings and her cruelty. She feels as though she’s falling into an ocean made of pitch. There is a faint part of her that is assured she will die. Her goddess wills it so.

Karlach doesn’t turn around for a minute or two. She’s busy humming a song that Shadowheart doesn’t recognize, and Shadowheart stares miserably at her spine. It makes her feel somewhat frustrated. Here a woman who had lost almost everything and is still as happy as can be while Shadowheart… 

Shadowheart is indecisive of how she feels.

She clenches her fist.

‘Just a moment,’ Karlach calls over her shoulder.

‘Take your time,’ Shadowheart replies. She’s been seen after all. She begins touching the skin around her nails, delicately squeezing and prodding them. They’re sore after her evening at the river washing sins from her hair. ‘I hope you don’t mind. The others were…loud.’

Karlach does not take her time. She sets her weapon aside and turns around almost immediately. In her haste, she seems to forget. Shadowheart watches as a thousand gorgeous sparks shine throughout her body. Her amber gaze comes to life, fragmented like stars in the sky. Karlach focuses on Shadowheart first and then her hair, grinning from ear to ear.

Shadowheart doesn’t have the time to flinch before Karlach is reaching across the distance, grabbing a strand of her hair and pulling it closer to her for inspection. She navigates the closeness of the tent on her knees, and like she’s parched, she inhales Shadowheart’s scent. It’s a communion of sorts. Her flesh is the flesh of Shar, and her blood the holy ichor. The sincerity of Karlach’s interest floods every part of Shadowheart’s body. Like Dame Aylin to Isobel, Karlch can’t seem to get enough.

‘Shadowheart, your hair  —  ’ Karlach breathes. She holds Shadowheart’s freshly dyed tresses against her nose. ‘It’s like moonlight! It’s fucking amazing.’

A compliment? Shadowheart’s throat seizes up. She wants to look away or to disappear entirely. There is nothing left that she can do besides tolerate Karlach’s awe of her. But it warms her frosty skin, and she meets Karlach’s gaze bravely.

‘So you like it?’ she asks faintly.

‘Of course I do!’ Karlach replies. ‘You look incredible, really. Like you’re the moon  —  ’

Shadowheart knows what expression contorts her face. Karlach immediately looks apologetic, eyebrows pulling together. She begins to apologize, but something overcomes Shadowheart. She doesn’t want apologies. She doesn’t want anything akin to pity. She wants release. Shadowheart leans forward and kisses her, mashing their noses together uncomfortably. It’s unchaste. It’s hostile, almost. But whatever she might feel about it, Karlach kisses her back, both hands coming to cradle the side of Shadowheart’s face.

It’s exhilarating.

Karlach is everything Shadowheart is not. Not repressed, not devout, not weak. She is larger than life and above it all. Her skin smells like warm fire and her hair always smells of chestnut and honey no matter how many she’s killed. It must be some sort of talent.

Shadowheart wants more and more. She pushes Karlach harder than she means to and while it doesn’t do much, it does cause Karlach to grab her wrists roughly. She kicks her greatsword haphazardly out of the tent flap.

‘Let’s not get hasty, Shadowheart,’ Karlach warns her.

‘Shut up.’

‘This isn’t a fight,’ she says. ‘Don’t make it one.’

‘What do you know?’ Shadowheart asks bitterly. ‘Perhaps I want it to be a fight. What good has being pious done for me? It’s all nonsense and you know it. So I say, let’s fight, Karlach. Let’s fight the way we know how.’

Karlach doesn’t say anything at first. It’s like she’s thinking of what to do next, but Shadowheart knows better. It is careful restraint to keep her infernal engine from overheating. Karlach likes the idea of a challenge, and what is a greater challenge than this? Shadowheart wants to be cruel. It might work better if it were Lae’zel she sought out, but it isn’t. Instead, she raises her chin and struggles against Karlach’s hands around her wrists playfully. Karlach knows the truth Shadowheart wants to show her.

No matter how hard she tries, Shadowheart will always be the lost girl in the woods who trembles at wolves. No goddess will cure her malady. The same could not be said about mortals whose hearts are prone to rupturing. Shadowheart wants to ignite the flame. She raises her arms above her head. She submits to Karlach’s will and watches her lights turn blue.

‘I can sit here and I can talk about my feelings,’ Shadowheart says, tone blasé, ‘or we could fuck the stress away, you and I.’

Karlach’s lips press into a firm line. ‘I  —  I want to make sure you’re feeling alright.’

‘I’m feeling about as well as anyone would,’ Shadowheart snorts. She shakes her head. ‘Do this with me or don’t, but don’t mistake me for someone who wants to lament her feelings. I’m not that kind of girl.’

‘Just for tonight then,’ Karlach says, and that’s good enough. She’s a romantic after all. A dreamer. A wish-upon-the-stars kind of woman. Shadowheart is almost jealous. ‘Tomorrow,’ she warns, ‘we talk about it.’

‘Fine,’ she says with a shrug.

Shadowheart tries not to frown. In its entirety, it is probably the best offer that she would get from anyone else. A night of careless and raunchy sex. With Karlach, too. Shadowheart struggles with the weight of it, the complexity of the offering. But it’s what she wants. It’s all she wants. She closes her eyes. Shar would have made her forsake this. Karlach’s hands are tight around her wrists, and the sound of her infernal heart beating is better than any opera. She leans forward and devours Karlach’s lips.

If Shadowheart is going to hell, she may as well enjoy it.

There’s something fascinating about being pinned down by someone who wants to be good. No whippings, no torturings, just a wholeheartedly good time. Karlach pulls her around like she hardly weighs a thing, and when Shadowheart’s back is pressed into a bedroll that smells of ash and honey, she can’t help but shiver. Karlach doesn’t command her to stay put, but she does. She’s a good listener and always has been. She waits patiently as Karlach makes quick work of her camp clothes and tries not to preen at the way Karlach swallows thickly as her nightshirt opens up and her breasts spill free. She smiles.

Karlach leans forward and mouths at her breast, sharp teeth over sensitive skin, and her hands move to focus on the task at hand at Shadowheart’s hips. She’s lifted by the curve of her ass so that Karlach can fuss with her leggings, pulling them down her legs as quickly as she can amd tossing them aside without breaking contact with her nipple. It’s too delicate. It’s too dainty. Shadowheart closes her eyes.

Karlach does not ask her ‘if she’s ready.’

For once, she isn’t treated as though she is willing to be broken or that she craves it. It’s almost a silent vow, a secret prayer. You will be ready for me. You will take it. It’s a much nicer situation than the reverse. Shadowheart has wept and wailed since they left the Shadowfell. She is done with tears. She is done being lost. Karlach sweeps her hands down her body like she’s never touched someone before  —  and, well, she hasn’t, at least not in a while. That’s a kind of hunger that can never be contained.

‘Stop being so gentle,’ Shadowheart says.

‘No,’ Karlach replies. ‘You’ll take what I give you tonight. Kindness and all.’

Shadowheart grinds her teeth. ‘I don’t deserve it. I don’t want it.’

‘We all deserve things we don’t want,’ Karlach says patiently. ‘Now shut it. You came to me, remember.’

Shadowheart tosses her head in despair. She’s almost certain she will cave into this emotion, this serenity that pours over her in waves. She is going to fade away tonight. Her hair is no longer as dark as the night. For all her talk of grandiose kindness, Karlach is rough. She pulls and digs her nails into Shadowheart’s supple flesh as if determined to take her apart and put her back together. Instead of a Sharran teaching guiding her every move, it’s instinct. The instinct to be a hero that pollutes Karlach and causes her to become something unrecognizable in the heat of battle. A howling beast. She presses her burning mouth to Shadowheart’s navel and sets fire to her skin.

Karlach begins her relentless assault. She starts by hooking her arms around Shadowheart’s thighs and lifting her hips up so that she can slot her mouth against Shadowheart’s cunt to begin feasting. It’s unprompted, it’s unscripted, and it’s so much more than Shadowheart could have ever imagined that she can’t stop the startled moan that slips between her lips. She’s lifted as though she weighs nothing. Her heart stutters.

It’s messy and frenzied. Karlach lets out an equally shocked noise, and Shadowheart searching for her eyes does more damage than good. She doesn’t know what she was expecting to see, but the hunger is better than she imagined. Shadowheart was a ripe fruit begging to be plucked, and for an adventurer, it was the finest feast of them all. Karlach’s fingers dig into her back sharply as she tries to control herself. Shadowheart hisses. The pain is welcomed.

She didn’t want to think. She didn’t want to control anything. Shadowheart leans into the touch and quivers. This goodwill threatens to eat her whole. Karlach licks and sucks at her insistently. It’s almost as though she’s afraid the taste will be gone if she doesn’t indulge now. But it will be there. It will always be there. Even Shadowheart can’t tamper the flames of jealousy. And she is jealous. It buds in her chest every time Karlach smiles at someone who isn’t her.

‘You’re so wet,’ Karlach murmurs against her thigh. ‘You taste so good.’

Shadowheart squeezes her eyes shut and tries to ignore the shiver that races down her spine. She isn’t sure what it is about what Karlach said that drives her crazy. Or she does, and she just didn’t want to admit it. Despite being an astute pupil, she was never perceived as good. Karlach makes her want to be.

‘That’s what you want to be, isn’t it?’ Karlach murmurs. Her eyes flicker and Shadowbeart burns. ‘You want to be a good girl  —  ’

I don’t know who I am anymore, but the sound of Karlach’s voice rumbling to tell her how well behaved she’s being is enough to stop the torment for now. She isn’t sure how she’s going to survive the night. Her thoughts turn to dust the moment Karlach presses her tongue flat against her clit and tortures her so well that even the Mother Superior would be jealous.

Shadowheart lets out an unrefined whine and reaches for the first thing she can. She drags Karlach’s pillow and places it under her hips to relieve pressure, and then whatever little self-disciple Karlach has snaps. She devours like she never has before, and Shadowheart’s back arches so far off the bedroll she’ll feel it in the morning.

It isn’t enough for Karlach to indulge. It would be so easy to make Shadowheart come by using her tongue alone, but Karlach presses the broad of her palm against Shadowheart’s hip and slides a single finger inside as if to test the limits. Then she slides in another, and Shadowheart is already so full she doesn’t know if she can take anymore.

It’s the size difference, Shadowheart thinks. She’s always been svelte and lanky, but Karlach is muscular enough that her mind begins to wonder nastily. Karlach is able to support her weight while feasting on her flesh and doesn’t even seem to mind. It’s too much. Shadowheart thinks she might fall.

Shadowheart’s stoic disposition crumbles beautifully beneath Karlach’s hands and tongue. The frigidity dissipates as Karlach adds a final third finger, bundling so tight inside of Shadowheart that she can hardly stand it, and when Karlach sucks and twists her fingers, Shadowheart cries out so loudly she’s convinced she’s woken the entire camp. She digs her fingers into Karlach’s hair and tries to keep her hips still, but she can’t help the way her legs shake on either one of Karlach’s shoulders. So tight, she feels dizzier than she ever has.

‘Karlach  —  ’ Shadowheart says weakly. 

Karlach shakes her head and doesn’t say a thing, not even as Shadowheart comes so hard she loses her vision. She slips and falls lax against the pillow and Karlach chases her down, unwilling to let her escape too far. Shadowheart presses a hand against her chest to stop her racing heart but it isn’t enough.

Karlach over-stimulates her and giggles wickedly against her cunt, squeezing her thigh with her freehand. She doesn’t stop until Shadowheart has come again with a hoarse wail, curling on her side as if that will help her escape the never ending building pleasure in the pit of her stomach. Only once Shadowheart has come thrice is Karlach satisfied to release her in a boneless puddle on the bedroll.

Shadowheart’s body still twitches with the memory of Karlach’s fingers twisting deep. She squeezes her thighs together and tries to even her breathing by pressing her fingers against her belly. It doesn’t help. The only thing that lends any aid is Karlach’s chest pressing against back. She’s acutely aware of the differences of their stature  —  Karlach engulfs her entirely like a wildfire. She is a forest. She is the roots beneath the willows and the silence of the night. A wolf that howls at the moon.

The moon. Shadowheart pushes her sweaty bangs out of her face. She is content to rest and catch her breath as long as Karlach will allow it. It’s hard to feel kicked out of the tent when Karlach presses a tender kiss to the back of her head.

Shadowheart’s eyes open frantically. She is forced to admit what she’s always been afraid of. There is something not right with her past. She’s never chased the shadows before, but the Noblestalk had reminded her of things she never wanted to know.

‘I changed my hair,’ she says numbly. She stares at the flap of Karlach’s tent in muted horror.

‘It suits you,’ Karlach murmurs.

‘I don’t want to be in pain anymore,’ she says. She stares at her hand.

‘Is there anything I can do?’

Yes. ‘No,’ Shadowheart says. ‘Is it alright if I rest here?’

Karlach is silent for a moment. Finally she says, ‘You can stay the entire night if you want.’

Shadowheart turns to face her. It’s hard to confront the things that she’s afraid of. She looks Karlach right in the eyes and tries to relax, biting the inside of her bottom lip to keep from frowning. Every day since the illithid ship has been lived in fear. She doesn’t want to be afraid anymore. She doesn’t want Karlach to be afraid either.

‘Well, shall I?’ she asks. She reaches between Karlach’s thighs.

‘Ah, no need,’ Karlach says with a shameless laugh. She’s blushing, and the only proof is the flame that flickers against her skin. ‘I, uh, already did.’

‘Oh,’ Shadowheart hums. It hits her. ‘Oh.’

Karlach doesn’t even seem the least bit embarrassed about it, and why should she? It’s flattering, to say the least. Shadowheart folds her hands back between them both and watches as Karlach settles for the night, dragging over a fur cloak to be used as a pillow. Shadowheart doesn’t have the heart to ask what happened to the other one. She’s fine enough knowing that their rendezvous was the culprit. But as Karlach’s eyes flutter shut to rest, Shadowheart’s stay open. She realizes she doesn’t know how to sleep next to another person.

It isn’t the same as sleeping in a camp surrounded by companions. There’s no idle chit chat or laughter to distract from the fact that her only companion was Karlach. There was no flickering fire to drown out the sound of her misery. Only Karlach’s quiet breathing and the smell of the dye in her hair, the thought of starlight replacing the twilight, the memory of Dame Aylin knowing who she was. Shadowheart reaches her hand across the distance.

Her fingers bump against Karlach’s. She has the audacity to be surprised when Karlach takes her hand and smooths her fingers across Shadowheart’s skin. She braces for pain that never comes. Lady Shar really has left her. Shadowheart doesn’t know why, but it makes her throat close.

Would she ever stop feeling like a child who knew nothing? Anger burns hot in the bottom of her throat as she tries to relax, but then the fury and fear and abandonment are washing over her in waves and she sobs.

Shadowheart doesn’t sleep, and Karlach respects her wishes to leave it alone for the night. That doesn’t stop her from imagining what it would be like. Shadowheart has spent her entire life running away from the brightness of the moon, but Karlach is so beautiful beneath the pale light. It’s strange. Shadowheart has never allowed herself to want before.

It has always been about Lady Shar’s will. It has always been about following Mother Superior’s creed. This was another taste of rebellion that would have had her palms caned until they bled. It feels like this will be the only chance for freedom now that the goddess has closed her eyes to Shadowheart.

Karlach’s face is soft and slack as she sleeps. She snores too. It’s an undelightful sound. It fills the entire tent until there’s no ignoring it. Yet Shadowheart doesn’t mind. She doesn’t care even the slightest bit. She would listen to it willingly if it meant happiness.

This is one of the easiest decisions Shadowheart has ever made. In the morning when Karlach wakes up, Shadowheart goes with her. They break their fast together by a stream and take time scrubbing their bodies clean of filth. When Karlach touches the small of her back, Shadowheart smiles for the first time since the Shadowfell.

‘A smile suits you,’ Karlach tells her earnestly.

Shadowheart stares at the water. ‘Thank you,’ she says. ‘I think the moonlight does too.’

[sword-brainrot]

Hi! This is my first time requesting so I'm kinda nervous how to word it out. Anyway, may I request romantic headcanons (separate ofc) for Chougi, Hyuuga and Monoyoshi? Ty! And take care.

So sorry that this took forever. I hope you still like it (●´ω｀●)

Yamanbagiri Chougi, Monoyoshi Sadamune, and Hyuuga Masamune Romantic Headcanons

♡ Chougi may be the most difficult for him to recognize his feelings and also be true to them.

♡ Chougi is a hardworking and dedicated sword that is all about proving himself. He is a touken danshi, not human. So many times, he thinks learning to live like a human is rather useless. He is a sword, that is all there is to it.

♡ However, that doesn't change that he does have emotions and how he is more influenced by emotions than realizes.

♡ He easily gets annoyed and angry around Manba, that is the easiest found evidence of his emotions that he simply cannot hide.

♡ There is another emotion he can't hide.... And that is when he gets praises from his favorite person, You.

♡ To be fair, you were probably not his favorite person at the start because he had no favorite person. You were simply his master and him the sword that would serve you in protecting history.

♡ Yet... You showed him special attention. You praised him after missions, you would actively talk and listen to his story. Even when he complained about Manba, you listened and didn't chide him too much. You allowed him to express his emotions.

♡ How could be not fall for you? Even if he didn't realize it.

♡ Chougi suddenly had a urge to always become MVP in battles because he knew that he would hear your praises. Suddenly he would "accidentally" run into while you were going about your daily schedule.

♡ Oh no! You are carrying a bunch of books? Suddenly Chougi is there to carry them for you because that is his job as the saniwa's sword! .... Do swords carry books now?

♡ Good luck getting him to confess first because he will not. He doesn't know what these emotions mean! He thinks he is just being the perfect sword.

♡ It is only when you confess or another sword points out how you look at Chougi, that is when the gears start turning in his head.

♡ But he can't love you. He is a sword. He is suppose to serve on the battlefield and die on the battlefield. That is his role in history.... Right?

♡ Suddenly, Chougi is no longer running into you. No longer becoming giddy when you praise him. Instead he starts to give you the cold shoulder and give small remarks of "thanks" before moving away.

♡ And it kills him every time.

♡ This man is too stubborn for his own good. He will refuse to acknowledge his feelings. Instead he will suppress and deflect.

♡ That tactic quickly fails when he sees you getting close to someone else and jealousy spikes in him. He was suppose to be your special someone. That other person isn't allowed to make you smile when he is suppose to.

♡ Once again, Chougi is working overtime to become MVP and get your attention. Randomly running into you and each time you look at him, his heart beats a bit faster.

♡ It's only then... Does he think over the words that he may harbor deeper feelings for you and realize how he doesn't want anyone else to take that place from him.

♡ Chougi is both great at words... and terrible at it when it's his own vulnerable feelings.

♡ It is one day after a mission he shined in, he requested a moment of your time. By this time, Chougi was exhausted from the mission. His outfit was more dirty than he would of liked and his hair was tussled. He had to talk to you, here and now.

♡ He took you to a quiet place in the citadel and held your hand in his gloved one. Just this action alone made him think he was going to have a heart-attack. His blue eyes refused to look at you. Instead, he focused on the mountains.

♡ "I have always aimed to be a perfect sword for my master. I am Yamanbagiri Chougi, my name comes from slaying down yamanba (mountain crone). That was my story, at least I thought it was before someone stole it from me. It doesn't matter if he really did or not, but I realize that I had emotions invested in that after all. Emotions a sword shouldn't have. I was angry that my story was stolen. Which made me realize that I don't want anything else stolen from me."

♡ He finally looks at you, "I don't want you to be stolen from me. I want to be your special someone, if you will have someone struggling with learning what emotions are."

♡ As a lover, Chougi is very doting. He leans more on physical affection over verbal. He still doesn't understand how to word things to truly convey how he feels.

♡ He still gets jealous here and there but he trusts you and doesn't control you. He knows you love him and wouldn't ever leave him.

♡ Honestly, just that makes him very confident and cocky.

♡ He is definitely the type that that will lock eyes and smirk at anyone who gets rejected by you, with his arm around your shoulder.

♡ He doesn't use pet names because he finds them a little weird still. Truthfully, he probably still refers to you as Aruji. However, there are times when he is feeling more affectionate and confident and will say your real name instead. Only in moments when you two are alone.

♡ He still has a lot to unpack about emotions and how to go about them in a healthy manner but he is much more willing to learn to live and enjoy another side of being a touken danshi if it means that he can stay by your side.

♡ Monoyoshi is someone who loves life and actively seeks out what it means to be human. He wants to experience it all!

♡ Before his life as a Touken Danshi, Monoyoshi was a sword of Tokugawa Ieyasu and got passed along in the Ieyasu family. He saw the family strive and saw many of his masters as a child then grow into fine warriors.

♡ Being able to have the chance to live for himself is one that he would never take for granted.

♡ Monoyoshi wears his heart on his sleeve. He is always seen smiling and helping others, either by his great luck or his soothing words.

♡ Monoyoshi loves kids and normally always the first to welcome any new tantous to the citadel, or help any random kid that he sees when you take him shopping with you.

♡ A baby fussing in front of you two? Suddenly Monoyoshi starts to sing a lullaby or making silly faces at the child. Most times, the baby quiets down and looks at Monoyoshi with interest.

♡ He also shows you the same affection. You may be the saniwa but he actively tries to learn who you are as a person.

♡ Monoyoshi is very sensitive to negative emotions and is always there when he feels like something is wrong.

♡ As caring and affectionate as he is, he may not realize when his feelings turn from platonic to romantic. That is something you can't learn from observing.

♡ He was there when his previous masters got married... but when did they fall in love? He didn't know.

♡ That is an aspect in life that brings him great interest because he wants to understand it so badly. Love is clearly so powerful to the heart that he wants to understand what it feels like.

♡ He expresses these wishes to you before either of you have any feelings for one another.

♡ Queue the romcom movie nights. He will watch everyone of them and you will be there on the ride for him to ask all the questions.

♡ "Why did they suddenly fight? I thought they loved each other?" "Uh... probably for an interesting conflict in the movie but sometimes people don't see eye to eye, even if they do love each other."

♡ He is so confused by this because he thought love was the most powerful element and nothing could get in the way of that.

♡ Which starts his plan....

♡ "Aruji! I want to do all the romcom montages too! Will you help me?"

♡ He looks at you with that puppy eyes... How could you say no? Which starts your adventure of fake(?) dating and doing all the scenarios you see in romcoms.

♡ Dancing, teaching each other a skill, looking into each other eyes, watching movies, going to amusement park, taking cheesy picture... Everything

♡ It was just something to do to show a them what it was like to be in a romcom, if people actually did these things or if it was just for the screen.

♡ However, it became so much more than that.

♡ From just acting out the scenes, Monoyoshi began to realize how much he truly wanted to live these parts of his life with you. He didn't want to just do things that were in romcoms, he wanted to truly have special moments with you and make treasured memories for you.

♡ He was also terrified of messing up and causing a big endgame conflict that was always there. He never wanted to see you hurt or be the one to hurt you.

♡ It was a day that you two were suppose to have a picnic outing together, he decided to bring up his true feelings or end the montage because he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

♡ With his amazing luck, he sat down next to you and quickly found a four leaf clover. He handed it to you with his charming smile and said:

♡ "Aruji, I am truly so lucky to have met you. You are like this four leaf clover to me. There was so many chances I would of never met you, yet I did and you made me an even luckier sword. Doing these romcom scenes with you made me realize that I want every moment to be special with you because you are special to me. Sorry if this is out of line."

♡ Not much chances after you two become official because you both have already been rather affectionate with one another. Monoyoshi LOVES complimenting you at every thing. He also loves holding your hand and giving you any gift he can find on his missions.

♡ He is such a doting partner. Just being next to you makes him shine with happiness.

♡ He also loves pet names. Loves calling you: Honey, Sweetheart, or my Clover.

♡ He still worries a bit over there being conflict between the two of you, so he is always the first that demands that the two talk it out if there is ever something that upsets the other. To not hold anything in and be considerate.

♡ Monoyoshi doesn't ever want to lose you and puts his all into the relationship to make you happy and show you all the love he has in his heart. (人´ω｀*)���

♡ Originally, Hyuuga was created to be a sword of prayer but his first master decided to use him in battle instead. Which gives him an unique view on the world compared to some other swords.

♡ Hyuuga understands very well the emotions of people when he was a sword of prayer and he also understands why war/battles break out.

♡ He is a very understanding person and opened-minded. Which makes him more willing to try romance, even though he is a sword.

♡ Hyuuga is always the person that keeps a watchful eye out on the citadel and sees inner conflicts or someone having a bad.

♡ He goes out of his way to help in his own way. If there is a leak in the citadel and some swords are upset with getting dirty, he will go out of his way to repair it so it makes their everyday a bit easier. He doesn't need to be asked, if it helps others - he will do it.

♡ Same goes for you. You are the saniwa of the citadel and plenty of tedious task rest on your shoulders. He tries to carry even a little bit to make it easier on you.

♡ You need to deliver letters but still have paperwork to do? Hyuuga is up for the task without any hesitation. That is the type of person he is.

♡ He doesn't put others on pedestals and view them as they are: Human.

♡ His previous master had plenty of flaws of his own. Yet, Hyuuga still liked him for the man he was. He saw the good and bad of him.

♡ Which makes him so open-minded whenever he talks to other.

♡ Plenty of times he has been by your side and if he saw you troubled, he would try to help relieve it. Either by doing a task for you to help with stress or ask you what was wrong.

♡ Many probably view Hyuuga as someone who might not understand the complicated emotions of humans, but he is probably one of the swords that understand it best.

♡ He will give realistic advice. Understanding the emotional part of what is troubling others but also giving the logistical aspect to problem-solve it.

♡ Hyuuga probably offers often to serve as the attendant if he sees you struggling because he wants to help.

♡ Hyuuga is very good at math, so he probably offers to take any tasks that involve a fair share of mathematics to help out. He is quick with it and he actually really enjoys solving any math problems.

♡ You both get into a daily routine of being hunched over as each of you work on your own tasks. A peaceful silence in the room that is only broken when one of you notices the time and decides it's time for a break/meal.

♡ This routine becomes something that Hyuuga quickly falls into pace with and comes to enjoy. He truly enjoys being around you and helping you.

♡ Any thought that comes to the top of your head, he will gladly listen. Especially if it's a story of your youth. He wants to learn about you. Not as the saniwa, but as (Y/N). The human that he treasures spending time with.

♡ Hyuuga has a big sweet tooth when it comes to umeboshi. Even on days when he is on "break" from task work with you. He will find himself at your door, asking if you wanted to share some with him.

♡ It is moments like this that makes Hyuuga realize that he is no longer only a sword, but a Touken Danshi. He is able to choose what he wants to do and have freedom.

♡ In the past, he would never have the chance to ask his master if they wanted to share a sweet treat or to stand in the rain to enjoy the feeling on his skin.

♡ Being around you makes him feel alive. Truly alive.

♡ The day he asks if he can hold your hand, he holds it so gently like it is the most fragile thing.

♡ Slowly he brings it to his face, his face warms as he feels your hand on his cheek.

♡ "You make me feel alive and I don't want to ever forget."

♡ Hyuuga likes being physical affection. Either handholding, or just sitting close enough that there is small touches. He likes to show his feelings through touches, rather than words.

♡ Affection glances as well. His eyes are so full of love when he looks at you while you are doing your work. You can always catch him glancing at you with that affection gaze. Only for him to smile when you catch him and he goes back to his task at hand.

♡ If you want to hear him say those three special words, he will. However, he likes to show them so you never doubt him. He truly cherishes you and find any boring task to be fantastical when it is with you.

[aboutcustardcreams]

She indeed likes it

Bette and Dot x fem reader

(it's nothing really, just pure fluff) Hey! I was feeling guilty for disappearing so long so here I am with a old draft of mine. I'm preparing the last exam of my life last minute and I'm hoping to succeed🤞🏼😭

brief summary: You like the twins and the twins like you, and also that adorable laugh of yours.

There's a comfortable silence in the tent with the twins. Both are busy scribbling in their diary as I try to focus, without much success, on the script Elsa wrote for me. I can't keep myself from looking at them. I'm mesmerized by their souls, that I've developed such strong feelings for both. Nothing is too hard or impossible when they are close. Like right now, together we lean against the headboard and share the same tranquility. They understand me better than anyone else. And I understand them in return. They've become an essential part of my life that I just can't do without. Their friendship means everything to me, although sometimes I wish it was more than that. And I know that spark I've been craving for a while now, is there. Stubbornly, I believe it's there, but it's just too shy to come to light. To put a label on something that has always come so naturally is scary, but it goes without saying that there is something going on among us.

Goosebumps rise upon my skin, when Bette lets out a quiet giggle, having noticed my insistent look upon her. I bite my bottom lip, quickly averting my gaze and mentally cursing myself for being so obvious. I've been staring at the twins' profile for some time now, unable to keep focusing on the lines, that suddenly looked like Arabic on my legs. I was supposed to learn them by heart for the show. Bette turns to look at me, deep down loving the fact that I'm so easily flustered around her and her sister. Dot, being an empath, feels the exact same tingle of her sister, that makes her stop scribbling in her diary.

"Can't focus on the script, I see", Dot teases me. Bette tries so hard to contain herself, when I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, "Too busy staring", she adds, and my face turns as red as a tomato. I scoff lightly, "I am NOT", I emphasize on the last word, trying to sound convincing. But it falls upon deaf ears.

Bette, noticing my sudden embarrassment, sighs softly, "Don't be like that", she tells Dot, who hums lightly, with a growing smirk playing on her face. A twinkle lights up her eyes and I can tell she is enjoying every second of that. Bette's hand comes resting upon my knee and it immediately has the power to soothe my heart. They have good intentions, they always do. Even if Dot acts like that, deep down I know how much she cares for me. She showed me countless times. Sure, her approach isn't as sweet and open like her sister, but I loved her exactly because she was different. When I cry or feel sad, she doesn't need to say anything to uplift my mood. While Bette soothes me with loving words and affection, Dot simply sets aside everything to listen. There are many ways to show someone you care, and I think they both did in their own special way.

"It's alright, Bette, she is right", I add softly, finding some determination to stand up to her sister. Dot quickly turns to look at me, and I enjoy the way her eyebrows rise in astonishment. She clicks her tongue, and I keep her gaze with playfulness in my eyes. Bette blushes and giggles cutely at the interaction.

"I can't help it, if you two are so beautiful", I continue in a sing song voice, at the same time fighting the sudden heat on my cheeks.

Bette can't contain her excitement, while Dot freezes for a moment, trying to process my words. A lump form to her throat and she quickly swallows it. A whirlwind of emotions comes knocking at the doors of her heart and she feels the urge to scold her sisters, believing it's her fault she is feeling so messed up.

"T-thank you", Bette replies with that adorable smile of hers, she takes my hand in hers and that's when I finally blush from head to toe, "So are you. Dot thinks the same, but she is too stubborn to admit it"

I chuckle softly at that, and Dot just groans, but the fact that she doesn't deny it is enough proof to me.

"You should feel her heart. It's going wild!", Bette continues in a whisper, pushing Dot's buttons maybe too far. I bite my bottom lip and a nod carefully in her direction, but the brunette is too busy throwing daggers at Bette to notice my expression.

"Shut it, will you?", she spats, nudging at her.

Bette frowns and whines, "Ouch! You hurt me!"

I can sense Dot is trying hard to keep control of her emotions, of her sudden rage at her sister for having exposed her feelings. "Girls, come on", I try to interject, but she precedes me, "If I were you, I'd better choose my next words", she continues sternly.

Bette gives her a dramatic eyeroll, being used to her empty threats.

"Alright, let's stop this. We both know how it ends", I say placing my hand on their lap, and grazing both their knees alternatively, so that none of them feels left out.

"She knows you're a pathetic little thing"

"Oh shut up,  Dot . You're not almighty"

"Are you two done with the mental argument?", I scoff a little. I saw it coming in the exact moment the twins started looking at each other with dangerous insistence. I love both so much, but it pains me to see how often they bicker, especially when, most of the time, I'm the matter of their arguments. And I know it's their thing. Their special way to communicate, but sometimes I can't help but wish they wouldn't do that. It makes me feel as if I could never really be part of their world, because of their zoning out.

"I don't need to be to keep you at bay"

"What? You insensitive little-"

"I suggest you stop there"

"Alright, keep talking you two", I roll my eyes and lie back on the mattress, the script on my lap long forgotten. It probably fell on the floor, but I can't really be bothered. I don't have the heart to memorize it now.

I pout and suddenly I feel Bette and Dot's eyes on me. I always know when they stare at me, even if I don't stare back. Their gaze is so intense, my entire body reacts before I can have a say.

"See? You did it again. Now she thinks we don't care about her"

"How is this my fault, Dot?"

"Because it always is!"

Bette lets out a soft sigh and she reaches out her hand to touch me. "Don't ignore us, please", her voice comes out so thin and smooth, that it's not hard to imagine her bottom lip wobbling as well, "We are sorry", she continues and Dot turns with sigh, when Bette pokes her.

I'm not really mad, but I feel like standing my ground a little more, just because, I want them to know what it feels like when they zone out and I can't enter their thoughts. The twins' body moves to lie down on the stomach, "Y/n, pleaseeee", Bette is growing impatient by my obstinacy, and I can tell by the way her voice sounds.

Her face is so close to my side profile, that I struggle to keep a serious expression. She frowns and I feel her breath warming up my skin.

I almost crack a smile, but then Dot starts talking, "You're being a big baby". I had to admit it, she's got a nerve. But hell, did I love her regardless.

Gasping and turning to face her, I snap childishly, "That's not true!"

Both twins share a content smile, happy to have caught my attention. I groan and rub my eyes with my fingertips, muttering some complaints under my breath. The twins crawl on top of me, towering over me, like they always do when they want something from me.

It's incredible how despite being identical twins, I can recognize one from the other just by the expression on their face. Even the same feeling is portrayed differently by them. If they are amused, one would simply laugh openly, maybe have tears in their eyes, whereas the other would grin mischievously and sweep her tongue over their lips.

Bette knows what she is doing, and she starts giggling, and when I tentatively ask what's going on, she says, while stroking my cheeks, "You're cute even when you're grumpy"

Dot, on the other hand, traces the line of my hip with her fingernail, causing a ticklish sensation to rise over my body, "But she is even cuter, when she smiles, isn't she?", she grins, eyeing her sister.

They know what happens when they do that, so I can't help the thought that they're doing this on purpose.

"N-no, w-wait- Ah!", I say, hardly suppressing a fit of giggles, when their touch persists. They know I'm probably the weakest ticklish mess to ever exist, and too often they use the notion to their advantage, but mostly when I'm being unreasonable to them. I guess that was one of those moments. But the truth is, there is also another reason why they like teasing me that way. It's something intimate that only happens among us, special like our bond.

"You mean, keep going?", Dot fakes innocence, a tone that doesn't really belong to her and that makes me feel funny even more, "Are you sure you can take it?", she keeps teasing me, and Bette's giggles mix with mine as she starts tickling my belly. I squirm and squeal, but their body keeps me trapped there. While Bette tickles my skin with playful pokes and soft brushstrokes, Dot is more meticulous and finds her way under my shirt in between my ribs.

I can't help the tears falling from my eyes, "Alright, I-I'm so-sohohrry!", I apologize and I'm not even sure why I'm doing it, but the ticklish sensation is driving me crazy.

Dot mutters something that looks like "good girl", but in my head turns into "good pet".

"Dot, look!", Bette squeals in delight, as she sees a familiar wagging under my butt. I blush vehemently, and I accept the fact that my tail is out of control now. It escapes my baggy pants and wags wildly, because of their teasings.

Finally, they stop tickling me.

"Gods, you're terrible!", I exclaim, still smiling.

Grinning to one e other, they slightly pull away, letting me catch my breath. I sit up and the twins share an accomplice's look, fully believing that I enjoy that treatment, to which I reply with an eyeroll. Bette's fingers reach out to stroke the fur on top of my tail, but I go before her and playfully wag it under her nose and chin, offering her a little tickle in return, "I'll get my revenge", I promise, with a full smile on my face.

"I'm shaking!", Dot jokes, and her sister giggles.

I say nothing which is saying something. Dot's smiling fondly. Neither of them has ever showed fear or disgust in my regards and that's something priceless to me. I scoop closer to them, suddenly feeling the need of a cuddle. They get the message and while Dot unexpectedly peppers kisses upon my forehead, Bette keeps stroking my tail, like a child who's been given a new doll to play with. It feels so soothing and relaxing that I close my eyes, humming and feeling content. Safe most of all. There I was known as the foxy girl, but in my head I was their foxy girl.

Screw the labels, that was heaven.

"She, indeed, likes it", I hear Dot say to Bette, while she lightly scratches my arm.

And I'm not ashamed to admit that she was right, as I sigh contently with a smile.

[kenny-the-ken]

Born to Die

Hello lovelies!!! I'm so sorry I haven't been active very much lately, a lot has been going on but, I am back!!! And I'm emo!! So, enjoy this super sad story, I'll be posting a smut tomorrow too 🤭

Warnings!!!: drugs, needles, blood, death, suicide

Eyes opening, eyelashes fluttering against pale cheekbones, his azure eyes focusing on his surroundings. White. Everything was white, soft even. The ground wasn't what it was supposed to be, not hard, not soft, translucent even, like a cloud floating through the spring skies, birds singing their sweet symphonies below, and the streets of South Park filled with the usual hustle and bustle. Yet here he stood. Kenny McCormick, the boy who was born to die.

But so were you. And that changed everything.

Seeing Kenny die, watching the light leave his hauntingly beautiful eyes was all it took. He looked peaceful, yet the vomit that pooled under his dirty fair hair would say otherwise. Overdose. It wasn't surprising, you both could care less whether you lived or died, the only things that mattered were each other, and the mother. The mother being the illicit substance that pumped through your veins, intravenously injected to ease the pain.

His belt was still wrapped tightly around his right arm, a puncture wound, where the murderer entered the building. His tattooed skin was littered with track marks, much like your own. A life of poverty, abuse and struggling had led to the ultimate escape. The big H, smack, heroin.

Not that heroin killed Ken, oh no. It was laced, not that you cared what was in it, that didn't matter anymore, not now he was gone. A spoon in your shaking hand, a lighter in the other underneath, as you desperately tried to steady yourself, calm down. This hit will fix it all, as Kenny used to say. Cooking up could be tricky, that is if you've never done it before. Thankfully you both had been at this game for a while now, not that anyone ever cared to notice that two eighteen year olds were barely able to function.

A cotton wool ball was placed into the brown liquid that was sitting inside the bevel of the spoon, soaking up that sweet high that you craved. Needles. May as well share Ken’s since you'd be joining him soon enough. One last final hit, one last hurrah. You grabbed the used needle, pulling the plunger towards you as it drank up the dragon you both so desperately yearned for.

Belt tight, vein popping and needle at the ready, you breathed, glancing at your dead boyfriend who lay in his own mess, how could you have been late today? Today of all days. You were punctual, for a junkie at least, but the one day you were late, Ken had died, and yet here you sat, tears rolling down your tweaking face, the shakes getting worse, both from withdrawal and from the shock, how was he dead? He couldn't be.

Placing a soft kiss against his cold, lifeless forehead, you closed his eyes with your hand, before exhaling once more. “This one’s for you baby, I'll see you soon.” You whispered, to no one else apart from yourself. The needle slid through your soft skin, through your vein, pulling a small amount of blood into the syringe before pushing it back in, the high washing over you immediately.

And that was it. The last thing you remember is falling backwards from where you sat on the dirty ground of the abandoned building you both shot up in. And then, white.

When you die they say you see your entire life flash before your eyes in seven minutes, and you did. But only the important parts, and all of them containing Kenny. The first time you'd both met, your parents and his parents were friends, and it didn't exactly take a rocket scientist to figure out why. Drugs. The pair of you were practically raised together, how child protective services never got involved really was proof of how fucked and overstretched our country really is.

It all came flooding back, every laugh, kiss, smile, embrace, it all came back. And then it was gone, over as soon as it had begun, a testament from you both, only eighteen and torn from the earth, souls left to roam the abyss of the unknown for all eternity.

The streets awash with people, their lives carry on, even though your own had ceased, a hand so pale, so familiar. It entwined itself within your own. It was him. “Ken?” You spoke, eyes desperately scanning his face, searching for an answer. “I'm here, baby.” An airy tone sounded like a sweet melody to you, so peaceful, so comforting.

Your arms flung around Kenny's neck, his own upon your waist. Mouths locked together, hearts bound to each other. Tears that fell, that were no longer real, eyes bloodshot, and words spilling from your mouth. “Kenny, Kenny, I love you. I couldn't live without you in that life, at least we are eternal in this one. Together.”

Till he faded back to white.

He found you, your body. Much like his own once was, stiff, cold and pale, y/h/c hair laying within a congealed puddle of your own vomit. The needle, still laying beside your hand, belt around your arm. He froze. Knees giving way, plunging his body to the ground, his hands over his pale, lightly freckled face. Head in hands as he sobbed, moving to touch your face, holding your already rigor mortis riddled body in his heavily tattooed arms. He was immortal, and you weren't. His soul mate, snatched by cruel death, the same one he knew far too well.

You could see him, watching from above, your no longer beating heart still stinging in your chest, tears falling as if that could change anything. You were dead, and you weren't coming back.

It has been six months since then, and everyday is different, but somehow the same. You awaken, in the heavenly haze you'd grown accustomed to, watching over Kenny as he went about his daily life. He'd turned nineteen since then, his life the same as it always had been, except he barely lived on earth anymore.

The blond had found a way to kill himself nearly everyday from your death. Something you hated him doing, but loved him all the same. A love so cursed that death itself played its worst trick yet. Being unable to stop your love from walking in front of an oncoming truck, watching him overdose time and time again, anything that he could think of, he would do.

“I don't care, my love.” Kenny whispered, his hand raking gently through your hair, pressing a soft kiss upon your forehead. “If I have to die everyday in order to be with you, I'll do it without a second thought.”

“I was born to die, y/n. Let me die each day so I can forever hold you in my arms.”

And then he'd fade to white once again. The reset. The moon sunk and the sun rose, and with every passing day, having your soul mate torn from your very arms, somehow it never got easier, but you both knew it was coming. Kenny McCormick truly was cursed, born to die each day for all eternity, but he'd do it, if only it meant he could stay in your arms, even for a little while.

[lumenflowered]

[A video is attached, showing Maria with a hand on the doorknob of a fairly small building, considering that it's supposed to be the preeminent laboratory in the region. But a sign near the door reads "Oak Pokémon Research Lab" in faded lettering nevertheless, and it is that sign that Maria glances once more at, an unreadable expression upon her face, before turning the doorknob and entering.

The camera follows her into the building. She walks past a few people in lab coats, all busily working on something or another, though a couple nod to her or wave as she passes them.

At the back of the laboratory stands an old man wearing a lab coat, rather focused upon his work and turned away from the door. There does not seem to be any sign of Dee, or anyone who fits that description, within the building.

Maria takes one more silent look around, sweeping the visible areas of Oak's laboratory once more for any sign of another woman who fits that description. But no one bears even a faint resemblance to what she knows of Dee, and so she sighs and returns her attention to the professor.

"Pardon me. Professor Oak?"

The man in the lab coat turns, catches sigh of Maria, and visibly brightens. "Oh, hello, it's always good to see you! How is your Pokédex coming along? Here, here, let me take a look."

He holds out a hand for the device. Maria silently raises an eyebrow, but passes the Pokédex over nevertheless.

Oak examines it, humming to himself, before his face falls. "Hm. Well, that's odd..."

"What is?"

"If I am reading this right, it seems you have less Pokémon registered than you did the last time I checked in on this," Oak muses aloud. "That must be a glitch of some kind. This shouldn't be possible."

Maria's brow furrows. "I'm... sorry? When was the last time you checked my progress?"

"Why, the last time you paid me a visit here in Pallet Town, of course! When else?" Oak pauses, confusion now entering his gaze as well. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Something shifts in Maria's gaze. A sort of half-comprehension dawning.

"Professor," she says at last, "perhaps you should sit down."

"Why—"

"I have never visited Pallet Town before. Prior to today, I had only ever heard of you. Good things, to be entirely clear. Professor Elm speaks highly of you."

Oak nods, very slowly. He sits down.

"That can't be..." Oak pauses. "Oh. I'm very sorry, I'm afraid I mistook you for someone else. Who are you, then?"

"My name is Maria," she says. "Professor Elm might have mentioned me, but I must know—who did you believe me to be?"

"He has mentioned you, yes. All good things." Oak sighs. "I mistook you for my current research assistant, I'm afraid. Lovely girl, looks and sounds just like you, if you can believe that. Entirely different taste in attire, though—she favors lighter colors than you, clearly, and she always seems to be cold..."

"I see." Maria's expression remains neutral. Too neutral, as if she's desperately fighting with herself to keep it that way. "I don't suppose she happened to give you a name?"

"I, ah... well, yes, of course she did, but I can't recall..." Oak stands again, crossing his laboratory to a rather cluttered filing cabinet, pulling open a drawer to rifle through it. "Now, where did I—"

"Was it Dee?"

"Yes, that's right! Her name is Dee, thank you." Oak looks at her curiously. "You know her, then?"

"I suspect so," Maria says, but Oak is already barreling on.

"She never mentioned having any familial relations, I'd assumed she must have been involved in some tragedy from the way the poor girl acts, yet here you are!"

"Yes," Maria says, looking increasingly uncomfortable, "I suppose I am."

Oak doesn't seem to pick up on how uncomfortable she is. "You're... Maria, you said? Sorry, sorry, I've never been particularly good with names, this is why I keep... aha!"

He withdraws a rather thick folder from his filing cabinet, slamming the drawer shut, and opens it upon his table.

"This is mostly her reports—she writes very good reports, by the way, you should be proud—but I keep photocopies of the trainer cards of everyone who has been on staff here in case of an emergency, and this is the most recent one."

He pulls out a single sheet of paper, holding it out to Maria. She snatches it, eyes widening as she looks upon what is shown there.

"She truly does look... identical," Maria whispers, barely loud enough for the camera to pick up.

At last, Oak notices something. "Are you alright, Maria?"

"No," she says, "I am not."

The video ends.]

[estbela]

For the favorite character ask game, could you answer for Ro? :)

Of course!! Although, you mean all 50 questions or just specific ones? Because while it may take some time, I could answer for him all 50 because I love him so much <3333 and I'm insane enough to do it.

Actually nevermind I'm gonna try to answer all 50 because I am insane :]

Do you project onto this character?

Yeah and I think at this point everyone knows it!! Some of my headcanons for Ro are inspired by traits of mine, I guess? Also me making him AFAB trans genderqueer in modern times is kinda inspired by me, haha(although the way my gender works is different from my HCs for her). Some stuff that happen to him in my stories are also kind of inspired by myself, in a way? I mean, I kinda have an image in my head of how her childhood went, and in some ways I've made it similar to mine (although obviously it's pretty different too)

2. Did you always like this character?

Well, not exactly? When I first discovered Hetalia, I did like Ro, but I focused on other characters a lot more. But I guess I always did.

3. What first drew you to this character?

Well... the fact that he's the personification of my country, I suppose? I also like his design a lot, and his personality.

4. Did you initially dislike/hate this character?

Not really. I always liked him.

5. If this character were a woman, would you honestly still like them? Or in reverse, what if they were a man?

Well, of course!!! I think his character can work really well as a guy or a girl or whatever really(I love him so much I'm giving him all the genders lol). Sometimes I do change his gender/genderbend him depending on the story I wanna write.

6. Do you have any nicknames or pet names you use for this character?

Well, I do call him Ro. Sometimes I call him "lynxie" in my head, cause of the lynx being her national. I also sometimes call him "this fucker".

7. Does the character’s age matter to you?

Kinda?? I see him as being 24-26 physically in modern times, and almost 2000 years old in reality (i've got a post about my HCs for his age over the years linked in my pinned). I don't like it when people make him be born around the time Wallachia got founded, because I've already mentioned I see him as being far older.

8. Does the character’s looks/design matter to you?

In a way? While I do change the colour of Ro's hair (and his hair length sometimes as well), and the colour of her eyes, I do like his canon design. So I guess it matters?

9. Does this character remind you of anyone you know? Does that affect how you see them?

Y'know what. He does kinda remind me of one of my friends, which I have just realised now. It doens't really affect the way I see him, thought.

10. Do you see yourself in this character even without projecting?

In a way, I suppose I do. In his mostly cheerful nature and outlook on life.

11. How did you “fall in love” with this character?

Hmm...I had just gotten back in the fandom, and got really into Romania's history. And the rest is well...history lol

12. If you could write effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what story (s) would you write for this character?

GODDDD I would write so many stories. I would probably write about all of Romania's history, and his relations with a lot of different countries and so much serbro fanfic.

13. If you could draw effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what scene (s) would you draw for this character?

Honestly, not sure.

14. Are you physically attracted to this character?

Not really.

15. Are your thoughts surrounding this character usually sexual, non-sexual, or a mix of both?

Mostly non-sexual.

16. Have you ever cried when thinking about this character? Genuinely?

I...might occasionally tear up a little when thinking about Ro.

17. Have you ever felt physical pain over this character? (ex: physical heartache).

A few times. Maybe. Not sure.

18. Do you prefer to see this character suffer or know peace? Angst or comfort? Both?

Honestly, both. I like seeing him suffer then give her some peace.

19. Does this character serve as a stress ball/ security blanket for you? Something you run to after a bad day to feel safe or happier?

I'll be honest, yeah. Thinking about him gives me a lot of comfort when I have a shitty day.

20. Do you feel affectionate towards this character?

Yeah, I love her a lot!!!!

21. Are your feelings about this character platonic, romantic, or familial? All of these feelings at once maybe?

A mix of all three, maybe. Perhaps not romantic, tho.

22. Do you think you will always love this character?

I think he'll always have a special place in my heart, yeah.

23. Has this character permanently altered or impacted your psyche in a way you won’t forget?

...maybe? Yes? I'm not sure. Hetalia in general has altered my psyche in a way I won't forget.

24. Do you ever dream about this character? If so, describe a dream you once had about them.

I haven't dreamed about him (or if I did, I don't remember)

25. What kind of fan-fiction do you read about this character? If you don’t read fan-fics about them, why not?

All kinds, honestly. But mostly human AUs that seem interesting or historical fiction.

26. If you look for this character’s name on AO3, what tags are you including or excluding?

i dunno...I don't really include or exclude tags usually. Although I rarely read AU stories where he is a vampire, because I've read enough vampire stuff with Ro for a lifetime(not saying people can't write stuff like that, just that it's not my favourite thing ppl do with Ro but I think if it's written well I'll give it a chance).

27. Do you like to ship this character with other characters or do you prefer not to?

Well, yeah. I ship him with like a million characters because I find Romania's relations with other countries interesting to explore. Characters I ship him with the most: Serbia(my OC), Bulgaria, Hungary, Prussia, Greece (kind of), England (kind of).

28. Do you get defensive about this character? If yes, then why?

Well, it depends. But I suppose I do? If I feel like someone misunderstands him, I may get a little defensive and want to say something, but I end up keeping it to myself because there is no point in defending a character to someone who doesn't get him anyway.

29. Do you affectionately bully this character?

Yes <333 he's my lovable idiot who represses his emotions so much and has the worst abandonment and trust issues known to mankind

30. Are you especially sensitive about this character?

Sometimes.

31. Are you ashamed of liking this character?

Well, sometimes I feel a bit ashamed of liking hetalia, but I honestly don't feel bad about liking Ro.

32. If you could make this character a meal, what would you make them?

Honestly, I am not sure. I'd like to make him something that he'd like. Maybe cabbage rolls. I think she'd like those. Or something with garlic, as I HC that he really likes garlic.

33. Are you “blinded by love” for this character or do you accept any flaws they may have?

His flaws are one of the reasons I love him, actually. But sometimes I think I do think of him through rose-coloured glasses, haha.

34. Does this character inspire you with little things in your daily life?

Yeah. Inspires me to keep going even if life is shitty at the moment, for one day I'll be free.

35. Has this character ever prevented you from sleeping because you can’t stop thinking about them?

A few times.

36. Do you feel a spiritual/soulmate connection with this character?

Maybe? I feel a lot of affection for him, but that's mostly because I see myself in him somewhat, not because I love him like that. I guess, yeah, in some manner?

37. Is your love for this character a secret from people you know in real life?

In general the fact that I like hetalia is a secret I keep from the people I know, besides my friends who do know about my love for Ro <3

38. Do you tend to joke more about dying or killing for this character? Both? What causes the distinction?

Honestly, I don't really make jokes like that, well not for Ro. But y'know what, I'd probably kill for him.

39. Do you feel lovesick over this character?

Yeah...mostly when I think of ships involving him.

40. Are you very empathetic towards this character? When they feel a certain way in the story, do you feel those emotions too?

Yes!!! It's probably becausr I see myself a lot in him, but yes. When he feels things, I often feel it too to an extent. Probably why writing him is so therapeutic for me.

41. Do you prefer to interact with this character directly via self-insert/reader type content? Or do you enjoy seeing them mostly with other characters in the story and/or your OCs?

When I was younger, I used to enjoy self insert/reader stuff, and to an extent I still do, but it was kind of ruined for me (and I've tried to make self-insert OCs in the past but I always end up changing them so much they become their own full fledged characters pretty different from me besides some traits that remain). I do enjoy seeing him interact with other characters and my OCs tho.

42. If you could, would you write this character a song or poem?

Yeah. I plan to one day.

43. What type of weather makes you think of this character?

Windy weather. Snowing. Rain.

44. Which season makes you think of this character?

All seasons, but mostly winter and autumm.

45. Do you feel as if you are intimately familiar with this character?

At this point I probably am.

46. How much do bad interpretations of this character upset you?

Well, it honestly kind of depends on the interpretations. Whenever I see bad interpretations of him, I mostly get annoyed. If I were to see an interpretation of him that I felt was not only bad, but offensive, I would get upset then but I thankfully haven't seen something like that yet.

47. Does this character ever make you laugh sincerely?

Yeah a lot!!!!

48. What’s your favorite physical/design feature for this character?

I like his haircut, his fangs, his canon outfit, honestly most things about him!!!!

49. What’s your favorite personality trait in this character?

This isn't a trait represented in canon, and moreso a headcanon of mine, but I think it's maybe that despite it all the shit he went through, she never truly lost his rebellious attitude, and his hope for independence and freedom. Even if it made his life harder at times, he still tried to keep true to himself in a way, even if to survive she had to adapt and change a lot. He might have matured, but he's still a rebel at heart.

50. Link your fav song, playlist, aesthetic board, fan-fiction, reference pile, personal artwork, analysis post, meme, headcanon, or quote for this character.

My pinterest board for him: https://pin.it/3zyAqZ3OB

Song: techincally it's more related to serbro than to him, but Two Punks In Love is totally their song. For one song that reminds me of only Ro, that would be maybe "Home" by Passenger. Or "She Used To Be Mine" from the waitress. And many more songs.

i still kinda like this drawing I did of him even if my art style has changed since then.

Most of my HCs and analysis posts about Ro are linked in my pinned! :]

the ask game

[m-to-z-andbackto-m]

UnderLust Ramble Time (Main points/summary at bottom of post)

TW for my sex repulsed fellows, this is not for you along with related topics like minors are a nono and Ess/Ayy

Okay so I looked back into it (because I drew Lust in my last post lol) and I still see the same issues and I'm gonna be honest. I'm pretty neutral about UL, they're just some silly guys, guys-

Well. No. Not just that but. That's why I'm rambling!

I am not siding with the original UL, its creator, or people who say it's problematic for the wrong reasons. I kinda have my own view of it, lemme explain:

Okay so people are saying it's problematic JUST because people are focusing on the sexual characteristic and that's all anyone sees it as.

But DustTale isn't problematic when people only see Murder as a crazed murderer without a heart. Which is completely untrue, did you know that? Broski's oddly chill y'know- Depends. De- Yeah it depends but he's not exactly out for bloodlust-

Okay I got side tracked

Anyways the point is unaliving people is BAD. Being overly sexual is...? Ehhh... Depends how you go about it (more on this later) BUT.

The reason I first heard/saw that UL was problematic was because of sexualized minors (Chara's design and not many people know this but Temmie is also a child) And... Eugh... Proshipping...

THOSE are the reasons it should be farted on 😭

Okay back to people only making it to be about sexy stuff.

I mean. When you don't count Mettaton's storyline. That's essentially what makes UL... Well? UL. This is the wrong reason to hate on it, it's literally in the name, it's supposed to be lusty and if people overdo it, just take it as thier interpretation/variation.

Same way people interpret Dust as a mindless power hungry murderer, it's not right, or canon at all, doesn't mean it's wrong, just how someone sees it.

Now I suppose it's chill with me and a lot of other people to explore Ess/Ayy and what it does to someone's mental health and their relationships with others. Plus other topics related to a sexual environment, but there's a line where it's okay and where it's messed up (Some Random Examples, But There's More: Say a victim "falls in love" with their perpetrator, ew, no, just no- Say, a victim is learning to cope and recover, yes, just yes.)

So yeah! It's nice we have an AU/Concept that gives us the grounds to do that!

It's irritating sure but there's good content, look for that instead. I don't think we should shun the idea of anything as long as its basis isn't something disgusting?

"But MZM, lustful behavior IS disgusting 🥺"

...

🎶 "It might seem crazy what I'm 'bout to say..." 🎶

Guys lust is in our nature as primarily sexual beings. (I know fellow Aces, I know, hold on, I love you too but this post isn't the time 😭)

I don't think anything natural is completely "disgusting" as long as you don't go about it the wrong way, then it becomes disgusting (Say, pedophilia is p much a disorder, some people get help, some people get arrested, that's the difference)

UnderLust could very well be like some sex club in Hell or basic UnderTale with slightly sexual undertones, there's middle ground guys, over sexualizing it can be bad, move on and focus on the good people do for this universe

Now, I'm an Ink kinnie so I love creation, I adore it. I hate to shut down a concept just because it's taboo or the creator/s didn't turn out so good. Make something wonderful instead of shutting it down for the problems it has in OTHER people's hands. It's our jobs as a creator to give life to these sillies as long as we're invested, and if someone does a bad job, that doesn't mean you or someone else can't have something good made in place of it.

Love the concept, don't mind the creator.

Love the children, not their parents.

Main points for those who didn't wanna read too much because let's be honest, I talk A LOT:

UL is not problematic because of being overly sexual, that's literally its nature

UL doesn't have to be overly sexual, just because it's common, doesn't mean it's hopeless, there's good content and you can contribute to it

UL is problematic because of sexualization of minors and proshipping if I recall correctly

UL gives us grounds to explore Ess/Ayy, sexuality, lack of it, hypersexuality, etc... it's how you go about it that matters

(I think I lost a bullet point but I can't remember what it said)

Don't turn it down for what it is or what it commonly is interpreted as, give it life for what it could be

For ANY Content Out There: Adore the creation/concept, you don't have to like the creator, or the original.

Thanks For Reading 🫶

[allylikethecat]

i hate inflicting more pain onto him but you do "insecure matty comforted by g" so well, could we get a little snippet on him reacting to all the "twink death" posts on twitter 🥹

HELLO KIND ANON!

Thank you so much for going rogue and just like... sending me a prompt that wasn't on any kind of list. If anyone else wants to just... send me a prompt situation from the depths of their mind I am HERE and READY for it!

This little snippet ended up being 2k words and I'm not totally sure how that happened and I was going to try and cut it down some but then decided that this was my blog so I can do what I want and we are full send posting the entire thing. I'm not sure if this is what you are looking for, but here we are! Also I mean no offense to anyone with this one (Fictional!Matty per the prompt is upset about the Twink Death posts and it sends him spiraling about his relationship with fans and also fictional!George) and I hope you enjoy it! Also I 100% made up the twitter handle and I mean no offense if there is anyone out there with that handle.

Thank you so much and let me know what you think!

❤️Ally

Matty knew he wasn’t supposed to be on Twitter anymore. His therapist had told him so, George had told him so. Social media was a cesspool, it wasn’t real life, and it only ever served to bring him down. Matty knew he had an addictive personality, and a short attention span, so sometimes it felt like social media had been made just for him, projecting colorful, easily digestable, bite size bits of information right to his brain. (Rationally he knew that was the entire point of an algorithm but that didn’t mean it made him feel any less special.)

Scrolling through Twitter was like pressing on a bruise, he couldn’t help but love the sting even though it only hurt him. Whenever he went on Twitter he ended up doom scrolling until he sent himself into a depressive spiral, focusing on all the people who hated him and wanted him to overdose and die, which he then coped with by getting drunk and posting the wrong thing. 

Matty knew he wasn’t supposed to be on Twitter anymore, but George was distracted and Matty was too tired to even sleep and apparently a masochist as he settled onto the hotel bed and re-downloaded the app, a white X on a black background instead of the blue bird he had grown to love to hate. He logged in quickly with one of his many burner accounts, a ‘75 fan account that no one had even joking speculated was actually him. A tingling thrill of anticipation moved up his spine, not unlike the buzz he used to feel when he went out to score, as his feed loaded. He quickly glanced over at George guilty, who was still staring intently at his laptop, sitting at the hotel desk, headphones on, working on something. He felt like a little kid with his hand in the cookie jar, just asking to be caught and disciplined.

Confident that George wouldn’t be paying him any mind, at least for a little while, Matty began scrolling. There were fans proclaiming their love for him, and that they wanted to have his babies, invasive fan theories about him and Ross of all people that couldn’t be further from the truth, pictures of Taylor in Brazil, then more pictures of her pretending she gave a rat's arse about football. Sandwiched between a gif of a cat falling off of the counter and a tweet proclaiming Jack Antanoff a chaos gremlin Matty saw it.

He nearly scrolled past the two pictures posted side by side. If he was going to be naughty and looking through twitter, he was going to at least try and avoid too much of his own press, but he couldn’t help but stop. It was a picture of him from 2014, he was on stage, clutching a microphone and a cigarette in the same hand, his pale blue button down half unbuttoned and nearly slipping off his shoulder, his collar bone jutting out razor sharp. His curls were overgrown and unbrushed, falling around his face, a dark curtain he used to desperately hide behind. He had a vague memory of that day, at least he thought it might have been that day. He had been wearing that shirt the first time George kissed him for real. It had been the last time he had worn the shirt as well, the buttons hadn’t survived George’s eager hands. 

The other picture was from a few nights ago, a tight gray tee shirt clinging to his chest and biceps, the mustache he had grown back at George’s sheepish request twitched in amusement. He looked so much healthier in the second photo, and he was surprised to see it, surprised to see how stark the contrast was. He was pleased that the fans were seeing it too, that they were seeing how much work he had been putting into himself. He wasn’t hiding behind his hair anymore, hence the shorter curls. He was eating better, he was working out. He was trying not to drink as much, he was trying not to smoke as much. He was, after years of therapy, and a few hospital stays that he was happy never actually made it into the press, and more patience and support from George than Matty was sure he deserved, he was actually doing well. The new combination of medication was helping, even if he didn’t want to admit it. 

Then he saw the caption. Twink Death. He blinked. What did they mean, twink death. He was actively taking steps to better himself and healyslut69 was clearly being ridiculous, acting like a piece of him had died. He was the same person, he just wasn’t twenty five and addicted to smack anymore. Not that he had ever been a twink in the first place. He was a manly man, thank you very much. He clicked on the tweet, eager to scroll through the thread and see the replies calling out healyslut69 for being absolutely ridiculous. Twink Death, he scoffed, absolutely ridiculous. That was until he saw that all of the replies were in agreement with healyslut69. They were all mourning his alleged twink death.

He let out a little whine of frustration, then quickly glanced up from his phone to make sure George hadn’t heard him. Thankfully, George was still engrossed in whatever track he was working on, headphones on, clicking away. This is absolutely ridiculous, Matty thought, thumbing away from the thread to go back to his feed. This group of fans didn’t know what they were on about. He frowned as he saw another post relating to the topic, then another, and then another. He swallowed hard. Maybe healyslut69 wasn’t the one that was wrong. Maybe he was. 

He scrolled up, finding the original tweet once again. He looked at the two photos, bringing his phone up closer to his face to examine them as if he wasn’t looking at the face he saw in the mirror every morning. Maybe he didn’t look like the same person anymore. Maybe it was more than just getting clean, cutting his hair and gaining at least a stone. Maybe a piece of him really had died. He swallowed hard, his thick smoker’s saliva catching in his throat causing him to cough wetly. At that George did turn his head, lifting one of the headphones away from his ear. 

“You ‘right?” George asked, frowning, as he took in the look on Matty’s face. 

Matty quickly waved him off. “Yeah, just swallowed wrong,” he said, flashing George a thumbs up.

George frowned but turned back to his laptop anyway and Matty went back to his phone, clicking on the original tweet must have triggered something in his algorithm because he was suddenly bombarded with posts about how much he had changed, how much the fans wanted the “old Matty back” how they wanted to “Make Matty Gay again” as if he wasn’t in a fucking relationship with a man and had been for the past nine years. 

The more he read the more the self doubt started creeping in. It was slow at first, and he almost didn’t notice it. It was like frostbite, creeping through his body, overwhelming his senses without him even realizing until it was too late. He pressed the side button to lock his phone and tossed it onto the bed, where it proceeded to slide off the sheets and land on the floor with a clatter. He let out a groan of frustration and self pity, pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes. He just couldn’t fucking win. 

“Okay,” said George, taking his headphones completely off and spinning around in the swivel chair to look at Matt, quickly glancing at his phone on the floor, then back to Matty. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” said Matty stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest, feeling ridiculous for even being upset that some faceless fan account was mourning his supposed “twink death,” even as his lower lip began to tremble. Fuck Matty though, unable to meet George’s gaze and the loving concern he knew he was going to see painted across his face. He was going to start crying. He froze, feeling like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head. What if George didn’t find him as attractive anymore, what if George missed how he used to look, all skinny and delicate, with long messy hair, sucking on a cigarette instead of eating breakfast, lunch or dinner. 

What if that was why their sex life had gotten less active as they got older. They still had plenty of sex, and Matty had always been satisfied, but what if that was the reason the shirt destroying urgency was gone, what if that was why George wasn’t tossing him onto the nearest surface at every opportunity anymore. Matty had thought they were just getting older, maturing, leveling out, but what if George just wasn’t as attracted to him anymore?! What if that was why George had wanted him to grow the mustache, what if he was trying to find some new way to make sleeping with him less of a chore. 

Matty couldn’t help it, he looked up, at kind, sweet, understanding and supportive George, who forced himself to fuck him even though he wasn’t attracted to him anymore, and instantly burst into the tears he had been fighting. 

George blinked in surprise, clearly he hadn’t been expecting that. He stood up, closing the distance between them as he sat down next to Matty on the bed, carefully pulling him into his arms even as Matty kept his hands pressed to his face. 

“What’s wrong, love,” said George softly, rubbing a large hand in careful circles against Matty’s back. “Did something happen? Is your family okay?” 

Guilt burned in Matty’s stomach, as he pressed his hand to his mouth as if he could push all the upset back inside of his chest, as if he could swallow it back down to his belly where it belonged. 

“They’re fine,” Matty said with a hiccup, “I’m fine, sorry, fuck, I’m fine,” he rubbed at his eyes, even as his breath hitched, “you can get back to work, I’m fine.” 

“Matthew,” said George softly, pulling Matty’s hands away from his face. “Something is clearly wrong, what can I do to help?” 

George’s kindness just made Matty cry harder, burying his face in George’s shoulder. He knew he was being extremely dramatic and over the top right now, crying because some fans on the internet were mourning his alleged “twink death” was ridiculous even for him. But it wasn’t just about the fans on the internet, it was hundreds of little things he had pushed down until he just couldn’t take it anymore and it all boiled over. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be famous anymore, he wasn’t sure he ever had. 

It was the fans that seemed to hate him always criticizing his outfit choices, the ones complaining about the set lists he painstakingly put together, the ones who complained that he didn’t talk enough during gigs, and the ones who complained when he did. It was the fans, and not fans, that took every word he had ever spoken ever, and twisted it round in circles until it didn’t even make sense anymore. It was the ones accusing him of being the worst person alive. It was the ones wishing death upon him and his loved ones. It was the way that no matter what he did, no matter how much of himself he gave to the masses, it was never enough and never what they wanted. He was just so fucking tired, and seeing that tweet broke something inside of him in a way that he hadn’t been expecting. It filled him with even more self loathing and doubt, why had he even bothered to get clean, why had he even bothered to try and get healthy, everyone liked him better strung out anyway it seemed. 

“Just some dumb fans on the internet,” said Matty quietly, trying to get his breathing under control, George was still rubbing his back soothingly.

“Matty,” said George sadly, his heart breaking. He wasn’t going to address the fact that they both already knew Matty wasn’t supposed to be looking at Twitter. 

“Do you,” said Matty, pulling away slightly, needing to hear the words straight from George’s mouth, needing to rip the bandaid off. If George didn’t like him like this he would figure it out. He’d lose the weight again, he’d grow out his hair. “Do you,” he swallowed hard, “do you still like me?” 

“What kind of absolute bullshit question is that?” George asked, “of course I like you Matty, I fucking love you.” 

Matty swallowed again, weighing his words. “Are you, are you still attracted to me?” 

“Jesus Christ Matty,” said George, “what is this about? Yes I’m very much still attracted to you, always have been and always will be.” 

“Even though I’m not as,” Matty could bring himself to say the word, “delicate anymore?” he asked instead. 

“What do you mean?” George asked not following along. Matty sighed and pulled away from George’s arms, leaning over the side of the bed to retrieve his phone. He unlocked it, keeping his eyes down cast as he handed it to George.

George frowned, looking over the tweet, a crinkle forming between his eyebrows. He relocked Matty’s phone without saying a word and reached over to set it on the nightstand. 

“I,” said George leaning in and pushing Matty onto his back so he could hover over him. “Love you.” He kissed Matty’s deeply, licking into his mouth, before nipping lightly on his lower lip. “And I will always love you and think you’re the sexiest man alive.” 

“Even though I’m not a twink anymore?” Matty couldn’t help but ask even as he felt George’s erection digging into his thigh. 

George snorted. “If anything, it’s even hotter that I don’t have to worry about hurting you.” 

Matty couldn’t help the grin that broke out across his face, and George couldn’t help but kiss it away. 

[sunstranded]

INTJ: Advise each of the types have given me that I actually found insightful

I am still surprised I actually am thinking of someone each time I write about each of the 16 personalities. I suppose I am breaking my stereotype...

NOTE: I am actually not quoting them exactly... at this point I don't remember the exact details already

ISFP - "Don't take advice from those that don't get you."

This is a different but an insghtful way to say don't trust anyone so easily.

ESFP - "Thinking that I'm not the main character makes understanding and being kind easier"

I know these guys are the center of attention inevitably so something like this to come from them says A LOT

ISTP - "If you want help, you would ask."

We're so low maintenance, literally only contact each other when necessary. Mad respect. Especially since this is a rule we both apply to e/o and ourselves.

ESTP - "Let's just find out."

We are not close for obvious reasons. I worked with them once and when my Ni and their Ti connect, their Se and my Te just start getting to work. Best type for trial and error.

INTP - "It's too nuanced to say."

Given I tend to say stuff a little too simplified, they slow me down to think of accuracy and details more

ENTP - "You can just ditch it, they don't always have to matter"

INTJs have Fe trickster, so when I tried to work on myself to be more... considerate and aware of others and the norm, I fall on the slippery slope of caring too much.

INTJ - "Work on your weaknesses. That includes your strength."

If there is a cryptic or ominous line contest, Ni-doms take the cake. Those who get it get it.

ENTJ - "Better now than later."

This was in the context of confessing or admitting our feelings either romantic or honest hurt between friends.

ISTJ - "If you can do it now, do it while you can still fix mistakes."

I either butt heads or synergize so well with ISTJs thankfully it's a great balance of both. This advice really helps me stop overplanning the menial tasks.

ESTJ - "Be kind and loving to anyone you can but do not love and trust everyone you can."

Shocker to have this type be so insightful in this way but it's true, better be too kind than too trusting.

ISFJ - "You can just give it a try, you won't lose anything"

I needed this type of soft encouragement. As much as I hate to admit it.

ESFJ - "What drink do you want?"

This is one of the weirdest acquaintances I remember and it's not even advice but I witnessed how actions can say things words cannot.

INFP - "Does that mean to you?"

In simple conversations, in anything, they help me shamelessly acknowledge silly little things that just matter to me.

ENFP - "Objectivity isn't always meaningful."

It wasn't said this way, I just summarized it but again, the Fi and Ne users just give me a safe space to be a little incoherent in explaining my Ni and Fi.

INFJ - "It sucks that our plans aren't always going to work. No matter how much we try."

It makes accepting that all my FAILED meticulous, realistic, and executable plans and their backup plans easier because they don't feel like a grave failure when someone just gets it.

ENFJ - "Yeah, it's better, you did great."

Generally don't like it when Fe users compliment me because it feels like they're too focused on my present emotions but when they reassure me I realize how important it is to be focused on addressing present emotions.

Don't mind how my explanations got longer in the end... I know the xNFx will always appreciate a little more wordy things that have more feeling-inclined stuff...