#i never thought id make something like this

[morthstaar]

Please, PLEASE Tulpar crew x a very shy/introverted reader who is like crushing on the crew really hard but way too shy and embarrassed to tell them but like the crew starts to slowly catch on to them and the way they act different around them. Also I don't mean the crew as a whole I mean the separate characters 😭🙏🏽

ask and u shall receive 😈

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OH GOD, YOU CAN TELL?

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Captain Curly

-oh.. curly knew from the moment you laid eyes on him that you had the biggest crush on him.

-there is no slow realization.

-not at all oblivious to it.

-everytime your eyes would seemingly uncontrollably and totally unconsciously drift to him he would try to meet your gaze with a friendly, boyish smirk.

-does that happen? HELL NAH. you are much too shy to even look the captain in the eye.

-your little heart almost beats out of your chest at any interaction. little or big.

-"Hey, just the person I needed to see. I have a little favor to ask you."

-oh god. suddenly words seem hard to pronounce and the entirety of the english language is no where to be seen.

-after a few weeks, curly would definitely find this endearing.

-i feel like since curly is so outgoing, he would be very intrigued by someone who is the complete opposite.

-curly wouldn't act much different when it comes to you, due to maintaining professionalism as his role as captain.

-he may due small acts like making a cake simply to indulge in your sweet-tooth that he somehow knew about you.

-"oh, we just had extra packets of sugar. i just thought id bake something. you like cake right?"

-cheeky motherfucker.

Intern Daisuke

-dude is so so so oblivious even though you make it perfectly clear...

-you could be making like.. making out with the guy and he'd be like,

-"yoo, we are literally besties right?"

-deadass, he prolly had no idea you liked him for weeks.

-you could be laughing extra loud at his jokes then realize ur laughing too loud, look at him while he isn't looking at you, sneak an extra sweetener packet on his bed when he isn't around,,,,

-his ass still is clueless.

-it takes either curly or swansea's help to realize that you had a massive crush on him but were just to shy to say something.

-once he realizes, he is now all over you and following you around like a lost puppy. not nonchalant at ALL.

-literally tries to pick up the polle statue to show his 'guns' but the statue moves only an inch..

-now he is hyper aware of your actions and reactions, he finds your shyness just SO CUTE WTFFF.

-compliments you to see what you would do.

-"man, have you always been this hot or is it just the sweetener talking?"

-runs away.....

-would steal sweetener packets just for you two to share :)

Nurse Anya

-i feel like she notices how different you act around her, but she just thinks its because you two are good friends.

-she never assumes anything, just her friend being friendly.

-even though you sometimes make it unintentionally obvious..

-like this one time you recommend her a book from your quarters library and her fingers lightly grazed yours reaching for it.

-oh shit. her soft hands touched yours. oh god what does a normal person do in this situation??

-"thank you for the-oh... book."

-well, they don't smile awkwardly, sweat pouring down their face and leave in a hurry with the book still in their hand.

-anya isn't stupid or completely oblivious by any means. she definitely knew from this encounter of your little crush on her.

-she is quite flattered honestly. someone so similar to her truly likes her?

-when she fully processes this information, she is very subtle with how she shows her affection back.

-during check-ups, she sometimes gives you a treat from one of her desk drawers for being a good patient.

-other times she lets you join her late at night in the lounge to just look at the pretty night time screen.

-"this makes me miss home. it's so beautiful."

-you'd look over at her and her eyes are not on the screen, far from it actually.

-her eyes are on you.

-so this is what a heart attack feels like..

Mechanic Swansea

-unpopular hot-take, swansea is actually a dilf and he often has younger men/women confess their feelings to him.

-so because of that headcanon, swansea definitely knows how you feel from the first time y'all met.

-your eyes would subconsciously peek at his open shirt revealing his chest. suspiciously, whenever he would look back, you quickly turn away shyly...

-he immediately thinks he is way to old for this shit. he just got out of a divorce and prolly never wanted to try again. especially with someone younger.

-"what is with this damn younger generation with old people.."

-he tries to avoid you even though you two are co-workers and.. work together. on the same ship.

-as weeks go by, your shyness starts to grow on this grumpy man. he... he thinks it's endearing in a sense..

-he rather likes how reserved you are, and how are aren't as loudmouthed as daisuke.

-he won't act much different to you, but according to the rest of the crew it is obvious.

-swansea leaves little sticky notes reminding you to eat or sleep because and the sticky note quotes,,

-"..the crew doesn't need you passin' out while doin' your job. so eat or i will make you."

-swansea is also much more soft-spoken with you than anyone else.

-he has never raised his voice or spoken down on you. his usual brashness and snarky remarks are now toned down (but not entirely) around you.

-"hey. i didn't say you had to leave, did i? stop puttin' words in my damn mouth and sit."

Co-captain Jimmy

-jimmy prolly doesn't even acknowledge you at first.

-you could be looking at him, thinking he doesn't know that your eyes are skimming over his face and body.

-oh but jimmy.. he does know,,, but he never shows that he does.

-he likes the attention on him. your eyes looking him over when she doesn't even know that he is soaking it up.

-im sorry but he definitely gets off to the fact that you are shy and get flustered easily.

-he loves how malleable and submissive you are due to your shyness. and he uses it to his advantage.

-he shows his affection strongly after he knows your crush.like sometimes he would purposefully follow you places and when you turn around he'd be like..

-"do you mind? you're in my way.."

-i feel like he wouldn't know how to properly express his feelings so he would be kind of unnecessarily mean and cruel.

-and after he would be mean he would be nice and extra affectionate so you would still like him.

-like you could be working on something and is critical about your work.

-"are you serious? tsk.. move, since you clearly cannot perform a basic task."

-then later he's like..

-"im glad someone on this ship is helpful, like you."

-basically, he purposefully plays with your feelings to get you to confess bc i feel like he likes when women cone to him.....

[iamgonnagetyouback]

james potter x reader where the others scheme a date

Hogsmeade weekends were supposed to be chill. Stroll around, grab some Butterbeer, have an actual good time. But no, not when you had this group of friends.

The day had started innocently enough. You, James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, and Peter were wandering through the cobbled streets of the village, the chilly air nipping at your cheeks. James, as always, walked a little too close, his shoulder bumping into yours every so often. Sirius was laughing loudly at something ridiculous, while Peter was fumbling with a packet of chocolate frogs.

“Honestly,” you said, smirking at Remus, “You’re absolutely wrong, Lupin,”

“I’m not,” Remus raised an eyebrow, adjusting the scarf around his neck. “The book clearly states—”

“Oh, here we go. The book states,” you interrupted, waving your hand in the air mockingly. “I didn’t realize we were hanging out with Hogwarts: A History today.”

Sirius snorted. “Shots fired, Moony.”

“You can’t win against her,” James said with a grin, adjusting his glasses. “Just give in now, mate.”

“Never,” Remus replied, clutching his imaginary pearls. “Unlike some people, I don’t concede to chaos.”

“You concede to chocolate,” you countered, smirking.

The banter continued until Sirius abruptly stopped, spinning around with a dramatic flourish that made his cloak billow like he thought he was some kind of medieval prince. “Actually, as riveting as this has been” he began, his tone suspiciously casual, “I think I’m gonna pop into Honeydukes. Anyone want to join?”

“Sure!” Lily chirped, adjusting her hat.

“I could do with some sweets,” Remus said, eyeing Sirius skeptically but playing along.

“Count me in,” Peter added, already salivating at the thought of fudge.

You blinked, slightly caught off guard. “Wait, are we all going? James, you coming?”

James opened his mouth, likely to say yes, but Sirius slapped a hand against his chest, stopping him. “Oh, no. Nope. Negative. Not happening.”

You frowned, looking between Sirius and James. “Uh, why not?”

“Yeah, why not?” James echoed, shoving Sirius’ hand away.

Lily chimed in smoothly, her expression far too innocent. “Because the car only fits four people, love.”

James squinted at her. “Lils, we walked here. Together. On foot. As a group.”

“Exactly,” Remus cut in, a suspicious glint in his eye. “And now we’re heading back... by foot. But separately. To balance out the symmetry.”

“Symmetry?” you repeated, your eyebrows shooting up.

“Yes,” Peter said, nodding vigorously. “It’s... the rules of the village. Hogsmeade law. Very strict. Four people max per... Honeydukes visit. And symmetry.”

The four of them shuffled off, muttering a chorus of nonsensical excuses. “Very strict rules... totally official... you’ll understand when you’re older...”

You and James stood frozen in the middle of the street, watching them disappear into the distance.

“What just happened?” you asked after a moment, turning to James, bewildered.

He ran a hand through his messy hair, his expression caught between amusement and disbelief. “I think we’ve been abandoned.”

You squinted toward Honeydukes, where your friends were very obviously not adhering to any “symmetry laws” and instead stuffing their faces with sweets through the window.

“Well,” James said, his voice suddenly hopeful, “I guess it’s just us then.” He grinned at you, his cheeks pink from the cold. “Wanna make it a date?”

Your heart flipped at the word date, but you played it cool, tilting your head dramatically. “Hmm. I don’t know, Potter. What’s in it for me?”

He leaned in just slightly, his grin turning cheeky. “A lifetime of my charming company, of course.”

You laughed, nudging him with your shoulder. “Oh, well, in that case... lead the way.”

As the two of you wandered off toward The Three Broomsticks, your laughter echoing through the chilly air, you couldn’t help but glance back toward Honeydukes. Sirius caught your eye through the window, winking as he shoved a licorice wand into his mouth.

“Idiots,” you muttered fondly, shaking your head.

James didn’t seem to mind one bit.

[muffinsin]

May i requesth something por favor? If thats ok! Well i mean. I just had a wee thought and saw your requests are open! So bear with me on this 😅 so like maybe every few years or something for whatever reason the village has some sort of lottery as celebration? Idk anyways so the girls n lady d n reader are all having like dinner or something in the dinning room n discuss the celebrations idk but anyways somehow the conversation is “what would you do if you won the lottery?” (There rich af as if they need to win like be fr rn) n ask readers. N readers like. If i won the lottery id want a ‘golden shower’ and ya know maybe r doesnt get what a golden shower is 🤷‍♀️ so while there all loosing their shit readers like well ya know itd be a guest bathroom but there not alowed to use it you can look at it but not use it ya know. I fear lady d is angry or mortified. Then readers like. Well i mean. I would use it, but when i’m sad like you can be sad but in a golden shower. Ya know?

Anyways i have no idea if this is. Like. Good? Idk. I really hope ive not written this in a demanding way i promise i have manners! Obviously do as u wish! Erm. Idk how to. People. I’m tired rip

-big brained person, me. Aka deluded anon

Awhh haha, that’s a fun one, hon! XP poor Alcina is…terrified and feels slightly mocked lmao

Let’s get into it!🙌

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Bela

“I think I’d go for a golden shower”, you hum

Her golden eyes widen slightly as she looks at you, a frown appearing on her face

She isn’t entirely up to date with kinks and sexual themes in general

But she thinks she’s fairly sure of what a golden shower is…

And while she frowns in confusion and slight disgust, she supposes she can applaud your boldness

She turns from you, ready to forget this entire interaction and turn back to her food

Then she jumps, yelping when you bump your shoulder against hers

You giggle, smirking playfully

“A golden shower for goldie locks?”, you attempt to joke, raising your hand

She shivers when your finger twists a curl of her hair around it, bringing attention to her blonde hair

She grimaces for a moment, hoping it might just pull the attention away from the fierce blush that takes over her cheeks

“N-No thank you”, she stammers, face entirely red

You frown, confused

You’ve never seen her this flustered

She reaches for her wine glass, hoping the blood-wine might help, if only a little bit

Then, you straighten up, giggling as you think you come to the realization as to why she’s acting like this

“I’m not gonna be in the shower too”, you assure her, hoping it might help the poor thing in her overly flustered state

This, however, nearly has Bela choke on the wine

She’s coughing as she sets the glass down, lowering her head as if to escape the glances of you and her family

Cassandra and Daniela laugh loudly, though you don’t quite understand why

Still, you shrink when you glance at Alcina and see her glaring daggers at you

Her fingers are twitching, as though she’s trying hard to hold back from tearing you apart for accidentally making such advances towards her precious eldest

You quickly withdraw from the blonde, shrugging a little to yourself

“More for me then, I guess”

Cassandra

Upon being asked what you’d do if you won, you answer so very boldly;

“Oh, I’d get a golden shower! How awesome would that be?”

She grimaces, almost instantly

While she herself can be considered rather bold, this is a new level entirely

At the dinner table, too?

At first, Bela and her scowl, whereas Daniela only giggles

And at last, her golden eyes turn to you, and you tilt your head in confusion as you see her scowl

Jealousy?

Perhaps

But she has no need to feel such things!

You’ll always share, after all!

Cassandra pulls away slightly when you wrap your arms around her, giggling by her ear

“Don’t worry, Cassie. I’ll be so rich, I can get you one, too!”

This, too, has her growl and blush fiercely

She snarls at her laughing sisters, doesn’t dare meet her fuming mother’s eyes

“I don’t want it!”, she growls quietly, shooting a dirty look at Daniela as she keeps on laughing, tears building up by her eyes already

You pout, almost

“It’ll be really warm though, Cass! Just think about it, each time we’re sad, we can be sad in our golden showers!”

She snarls

“Will you stop saying golden shower?!”

Bela, unable to keep from laughing too, coos at her sister’s embarrassment

It’s rare to see Cassandra this flustered, but it’s such a fun sight, she doesn’t correct or even just inform you of what your words imply

Pulling back, you too coo as you see Cassandra’s bright pink cheeks

You’ve rarely seen her like this!

You suppose, she just feels very strongly about golden showers…

Daniela

“I think, I’d get a golden shower. For whenever I’m sad, or in a special mood”, you hum

Daniela giggles for a moment, though her laughter quietens down when you finish your sentence with a playful wink going her way

Immediately, her cheeks burn with heat and turn to a light pink shade

This only gets worse when you coo at her, rambling on about this “golden shower”

“Have you ever had one?”, you ask her, well aware of her liking towards shiny things, and especially gold

The poor thing feels like she might burst

Her flies buzz loudly, her golden eyes are wide

Her blush quickly spreads from her cheeks down her neck and even to the top of her cleavage

She shakes her head quietly, stammering about this and that, her words hardly making any sense in the first place

You frown, confused

“We could share! I’ll let you have a turn when I’m getting dry and comfy again”, you giggle, but the playful words only add to her embarrassment and flustered state

At first, her sisters were laughing and Alcina only shook her head a little

Now, overprotective as always, the three are quiet

Bela’s arms are crossed, Alcina practically glares across the table and Cassandra already rises to her seat

While she enjoys seeing her little sister so flustered, even gets a good laugh from it, she will not stand for anybody speaking to her like this

At the dinner table nonetheless!

Seeing this, Daniela quickly raises her hand, slapping it over your lips gently to shush you

“Maybe think of another wish”, she insists

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

here's an autistic Ian fic! It didn't come out exactly as planned but I'll probably do another one at some point if I get an idea or somebody requests something

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“Give me one good fucking reason I shouldn’t fire your ass,” Mickey hissed on their way back to the truck. Him and Ian finally got rid of the stolen ambulance, investing their money in a vehicle for transport. It was all fine and fucking dandy but he never should’ve gave Iggy a job after he got outta jail. Ian didn’t mind having him around; those two were were fuckin’ close for some reason that Mickey didn’t understand. 

But Ian seemed to be oblivious to how much of a dumbass Iggy was. Case in point; them nearly losing one of their best gigs because he couldn’t keep his dick in his damn pants. 

“I’m sorry, Mick,” Iggy actually sounded remorseful. “I didn’t know it was his fuckin’ sister. The fuck was I supposed to do, check her ID or some shit?” 

He was seriously contemplating on whether going back to prison would be worth it. Ian would be pissed but if Mickey could get his hands around Iggy’s neck...

“Get in the damn truck and shut the fuck up,” Mickey snapped. He threw open the door, getting in with a harsh exhale. 

The engine started and off they went, pulling out into traffic. 

Iggy remained silent for all of five seconds. “Ay, you wanna stop for some lunch? I’m hungry, man.” 

“You think I’m feeding your ass?” Mickey scoffed. “You’re lucky I didn't leave you here.”

His brother huffed, grumbling under his breath. 

In his pocket, Mickey’s cell phone buzzed. He thought it was Ian, making him ready to launch into a rant about Iggy’s stunt, but found it to be his least favorite brother-in-law instead. 

“The fuck do you want?” He said as a greeting. 

Iggy leaned in his space, interested. “Is it Red?” 

This instantly annoyed Mickey and he mouthed, no, focusing back on the call. 

Lip was unfazed by now, so his voice was only a little dry as he responded. “Hey, Mick. I can see you’re in a good mood today.” 

“You callin’ me for a social call, College?” 

“No,” Lip sighed, his voice growing serious, “it’s about Ian.” 

Mickey froze momentarily. “What about Ian?” Iggy’s head moved in his direction, a flash of concern on his face. 

“We had a small...issue when we went shopping. We went to Whole Foods after we got lunch and they must have done some rearranging.” 

His stomach sank. Mickey didn’t completely understand why it bothered his husband so much whenever changes occurred, but he knew enough that it disrupted Ian’s mood for the rest of the day. 

“Shit,” he blew out a breath. 

“What?” Iggy was asking. “What’s goin’ on?” 

“Yeah,” Lip said, hushed. “He freaked out a little bit. I tried to help him get what he came for but he couldn’t do it so I took him back to the apartment.” 

The traffic for this time of day was fucking slow. Mickey’s stress was elevating as the seconds passed. “Fuck- is he okay now?” 

“He’s in the bedroom laying down. I got him to calm down a little but I think he’d be better if you were here. How close are you?” 

“I don’t know, thirty-forty minutes,” Mickey said, frustrated. 

“Do you have any other deliveries? I can text Brad and tell him I’m going in later if you want me to stay with Ian until you get back,” Lip offered. 

Mickey didn’t say it often, or at all, but Lip was actually okay in times like these. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll have Iggy finish the deliveries. Just stay there until I get back.” 

“Got it,” Lip replied. 

Mickey hung up the phone, feeling his brother’s gaze on him out to the corner of his eyes. 

“What’s up with Ian?” Iggy asked curiously. 

“He-” Mickey used his free hand to rub his eyebrow, “had a little-” The fuck was that called again? “Episode or some shit at the store. They rearranged the place and it messed him up.”

“Oh,” Iggy scratched the back of his neck. He didn’t really get the full extent of Ian’s autism, and well, fuck, neither did Mickey sometimes. Still, his brother wasn’t a complete dickhead, and tried to understand it in his own dumbass way. “He good?” 

“The fuck if I know.” Ian would be fine once he calmed down. It was just getting him there that was a challenge some days.

“Ay, chill out,” Iggy said, having noticed Mickey tapping his foot with the one that wasn’t on the accelerator. “You'll get to your ginger soon enough.” 

“Fuck off, he needs me.” At one point back in the day, Mickey would’ve never said anything like this where someone else, his brother especially, could hear him. This was a different time; he was confident with who he was and didn’t give a shit who knew how much he loved his fucking husband. 

Iggy was unfazed. “To what, suck his dick?” He snickered to himself, while Mickey rolled his eyes. 

“You’re a fucking moron.” 

His brother just gave him a one arm shrug. 

“Listen,” Mickey said, not to be deterred, “you’re gonna take over the rest of the deliveries-” 

“So I’m not fired,” Iggy crowed. Mickey shot him a dirty look. 

“You oughta be,” he muttered. 

“Admit it, Mick, you need me,” he sounded too smug for Mickey’s ears, giving him this strong urge to smash his brother’s fucking face in. 

“Go fuck yourself.” 

*

Upon arriving at the apartment, Mickey expected to find Lip flicking through the television channels, sipping on one of the diet coke’s they kept in the fridge for when he was around. He thought Ian would be in the bedroom calming down, not standing in the living room pulling on his hair. 

Shit, Mickey thought. Ian tended to start yanking on his hair when he got really upset. Once or twice when it was really bad, he actually pulled out some hair. They tried not to let it get that far, though, doing their best to help him calm down before it escalated to that point. 

Lip was talking to him, trying to reason with him. Mickey, though, carelessly tossed his camo jacket onto the couch, coming right up to him. 

“Ay, ay. Quit it,” he said firmly. Fuck, sometimes Mickey was just winging it, honestly. Like right now;  Ian was getting lost in his own little world, prompting Lip to shoot Mickey a glance full of questions for what they should do next.  

“They messed it up!” Ian breathed out heavily, starting to pace. “They messed it all up!” 

“Who messed what up?” Mickey asked, even though he already knew. 

“The store!” Ian’s response came out as a shout. Mickey knew not to take his eruption personally, it was just something that happened when shit got to be too much for him. He usually always apologized for it later anyway. “They rearranged the fucking store!”

Mickey side-eyed Lip. He may have been Ian’s brother but that don’t mean he needed to stand there and fucking watch. “Alright, I got him now,” he said, feeling slightly uncomfortable as he tackled on, “....Thanks.” 

For once, Lip didn’t argue. His eyes darted to Ian again, his concern evident. But he slid his jacket on after bidding his brother a goodbye that he probably didn’t hear. “Thanks for taking good care of him,” he said. 

“He’s my husband, man.” 

“Yeah, well, you were doing it long before that,” Lip said, the door shutting behind him. 

Mickey’s focus fell back onto his husband. 

“The bread was where the fruit should be,” Ian rambled. “They- they moved the deli and the bakery too-” 

His voice was teetering on the edge of cracking. He was that upset. 

“Ay,” Mickey said gently, “Ay, sit on the ground for me, okay? Come on, man.”

It didn’t happen right away. Ian was still extremely wound, but when he did, Mickey offered to retrieve his blanket for him. It was plush, super soft and just the thing Ian sought out during times like this. 

He returned, draping it over the back of his husband. Ian immediately grabbed onto it with both hands, his fingers kneading the material. 

Mickey sat on the floor beside him, waiting to be needed. Ian craved soft touches and shit even in regular circumstances, but especially now - when he’d go completely quiet, not talking or making any noises. He was pretty sure Ian told him the word for it but he couldn’t remember it right now. 

“We can put on one of your shitty army movies you want,” Mickey said, turning on the television. He, unlike some of the Gallaghers, didn’t treat his husband like a damn child. Even if that wasn’t their intention, that’s how it came across, that’s how Ian saw it. 

Ian didn’t say anything, but Mickey didn’t expect him to, just repositioned himself so he was laying on his stomach on the floor. It’d hurt like a motherfucker later but this way, Ian could have free range of his hair. Mickey used to think his husband was just weirdly obsessed with his hair, in actuality, doing so steadied him, brought him back down from the high he was trapped in. Without hesitation, he flexed his fingers through Mickey’s hair, clamping his hand shut and repeating this several times. 

Mickey let him have it; felt pretty fuckin’ good anyway, plus he knew his husband would be wiped out for the rest of the day after this, hauled up on the couch or curled in their bed. Didn't bother him any, though. Whatever Ian needed to feel okay. 

“You ain't gonna believe what Iggy did,” Mickey said with an eye roll, because even though Ian wasn't talking he still made conversation with him. “You remember that one client we have, the one doing business with his sister? Fuckin’ Iggy slept with her. Seriously, what the fuck was he thinking? Nearly lost business there since he only thinks with his dick.”

Ian yawned, so Mickey draped the blanket over the front of him instead. 

“Alright, Firecrotch, just relax, okay? Go to sleep if you need to.” 

Mickey twisted around, leaning up to kiss him on the forehead. 

These times weren’t always easy, but he never regretted a damn thing. 

[18catsreading]

K: you're Tabby and you've got. You're part if us

Tabby: do you mean that?

K: yea [holds out card]

Aabria: what do you offer?

K: It's my shadow. That's something that, you know, if you have one in your form now and everything. It's gonna be different when you join part of something bigger, but always kind of hang on to this.

Tabby: Wait, what are you ... Are you offering your shadow so I can stay with you?

K: no, just so that once you join a bigger whole, you have a little piece of yourself that you get to keep.

Tabby: right. I was built by mages who never told me their name. Who never gave me a name. And it feels like this was my purpose. I know, i understand the magic of this place. You have to understand the matic that's in here to jeep it from being unstable. I thought id i did my job you'd bring me back and i could convince you to rebuild it and i would take care of it for you. 'Cause we're friends and I would do my job for you. But i know that's not what you want. Can i have your shadow so I can stay with you?

K: yeah. You would? You want to stay? Cause Jammer would really miss you, so much.

Tabby: i know, he would miss me so much. We're best friends.

K: you're best friends.

Sam: the best friends ever.

K: he wouldn't want to abandon his little buddy.

Tabby: wait I'm your little buddy? Say it. You have to say it.

Jammer: you're my little buddy.

K hands card to Jammer.

Jammer: and here is K's shadow

K: aw, he gave you a gift. That's really sweet of him.

Tabby: i promise i won't be a bother.

K laughs

Tabby: okay ...

Jammer: don't make promises you know you ain't gonna keep.

Tabby: i promise i won't be a bother in a way that is malevolent, just a really best friend ror all of you. Um, Jammer?

Jammer: yeah?

Tabby: can you break me?

Jammer: I can.

Tabby: i hope i see you soon.

Jammer: you will.

Aabria: Jammer, you take Tabby in your hand. And spike it on the ground.

[4rrenstep]

Inspired by this post:

[linkedin-offficial]

me when i get the opportunity to think about speculative biology and non-existent game mechanics in media i like

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[ruporas]

asking and receiving (bonus below readmore)

[ID: A black and white, digital Trigun comic of Vash and Wolfwood. In the first panel is a close up of Wolfwood's mouth as he says, "Vash". Accompanying it is a close up shot of Vash's eye, widen and cheeks flushed. Wolfwood presses a knee against the open space between Vash's legs and says, "Tell me everything you want from me." Wolfwood's face is equally as flushed. He continues to say, "I'll give it to you. Everything." As he talks, a wide shot shows the both of them in white space. Vash is sitting, leaning a little back with both hands pressed against the surface he's sitting on. Wolfwood is in his white dress shirt, stripped of the blazer. He's still leaning in with one knee in between Vash's spread legs, his right hand touching Vash's lips and his left hand behind his back.

The shot closes in on Vash's mouth and Wolfwood's hand against it, pressing down on the lower lip as he says, "You have to ask though. Go on." His hand moves down to Vash's chin, gently holding it. With a shy and uncertain expression, Vash hesitantly asks, "Um... K... Kiss... Please?" Wolfwood, without wasting a second, leans in and kisses him and indulges by pressing deeper, eliciting a small noise of surprise from Vash.

Wolfwood moves away from Vash first and with a smile, asks, "What else?" Vash tugs on Wolfwood's left sleeve, wordlessly budging Wolfwood to give him his hand that was still behind his back. In the next panel, Vash utters, "Hold me..?" He's holding Wolfwood's left hand with his own while his right hand is reaching for his waist. Wolfwood complies, moving his left hand to Vash's shoulder and his right hand continues to touch Vash's cheek. Wolfwood asks again, "What else?"

More comfortable now, Vash leans in to kiss Wolfwood. Wolfwood catches him immediately, pressing his thumb against Vash's lips to stop him before demanding, "Hey. Ask." Vash looks back in surprise and Wolfwood meets his eye with a quiet, insistent look. They're quiet for a moment before Vash leans in again and curtly requests, "Kiss. Me." Wolfwood says "Good", smiling as he lifts his hand away, and meets Vash's lips. In the next shot, Wolfwood had adjusted his position, sitting on Vash's thigh. The hand that was once on Vash's cheek has moved its way to Vash's nape, pushing away the collar of his jacket with his pinky. His other hand continues to grip on Vash's shoulder. Still kissing, Wolfwood asks again, "What else?"

In the next shot, Vash is starting to turn, moving Wolfwood with him. Vash asks, "Let me on top of you?" Wolfwood says, "Mhm" before asking again, "What else?" The next panel shows a close look of Vash's face. He's looking down, flushed and shy just as he had been at the beginning, but now, more decisive. Vash asks, "Wolfwood... Let me have you..?" A panel of Wolfwood taking Vash's hand into his, pulling it towards his chest. The next panel shows Wolfwood lying down where Vash had laid him. Vash's hand is on Wolfwood's chest, covering the cross of his rosary while Wolfwood's hand lingers against his, loosely pressing Vash's hand in place. He looks up at Vash with a shy smile of his own, flushed cheeks. He says, "All yours."

A panel shows a close up of Vash's tender gaze before he leans down to be closer to Wolfwood. The final shot is a front view of their positions, Vash's face turned away from the viewer; Vash is leaning over Wolfwood who's lying down with his right leg draped over Vash's legs. Wolfwood's left hand holds onto Vash's left arm. With finality, Vash says, "...Mine." End ID]

[ID: A follow up bonus comic in a looser, sketchier style. They're laying comfortably in bed when Vash asks, "What was that earlier?" referecing to the start of the previous comic. Wolfwood glances away and says, "To get you used to it. Asking. And getting what you ask for. Since you're alwasy hesitant about it." Vash's eyes widen, tight lipped. Wolfwood continues, "Knowing you, it'll be a tough habit to break..." When he says this, Vash can't help but laugh, unable to deny it. Wolfwood slowly brings a hand to Vash's cheek and continues to say, "So I'll keep trying -- whatever ways I can... to get it through your thick skull." Vash takes Wolfwood's hand with his, kissing the the palm gently. Wolfwood's eyes soften and holding onto Vash's cheek, he leans in to try for a kiss. Vash says, "Hey..." before stopping Wolfwood's lips with the back of his hand, a smug look on his face, "Ask." Wolfwood's embarrassed and with little irritation, asks, "Really?" Vash smiles, saying, "You're in need of practice too." They pause for a moment, Wolfwood looking contemplatively, before he's leaning in again, asking, "May I please kiss you?" Vash looks him in the eyes and says, "Yes." The comic ends with a "chu", indicating an off-panel kiss. End ID]

[tradingjack]

trigun panel redraws from chapters 6-10 (half of these were drawn last year whoops)

anyway i'm so fucking excited for that new trigun ominbus yall dont even know. i fuckin Need it

[pcktknife]

Ive just progressively wanted to exist less and less and less in front of others for like years now and on my worst days it really gets to me

[hellofeternty]

thinking about 1863 yoohankim again, but specifically 1863 yoohan..... like i genuinely need more of them i swear i genuinely cannot explain how much i need those two ibswear

[hella1975]

hiiii haha. hello. exceptionally awkward introduction bc idrk how to start something like this so let's just jump right in. im taking a break from this account for a bit. i know i said i wanted taob out before halloween and currently im fine sticking with that deadline, but if i decide i need longer away then i will take longer away. every time ive reassured people that id never abandon a fic and updates will always come eventually i never once considered that my writing and ability to feel safe and comfortable on this site would be actively taken from me, so im not even going to apologise. i dont want this either and more importantly i dont fucking deserve it. i dont know what it is in the past year, if ive hit a certain amount of followers or 'popularity' that's made it so the natural ratio of positive to negative interactions must in turn go up, but there's been a serious uptick in weird asks for me. the annoying part is that a very small amount of them are actually objectively mean and hateful, the rest are just weird and invasive from people who seemingly dont realise that's what they're being. ive reached a point where i dont care if the intentions are good. it's not my job as a 20 year old tumblr user of all things to defend the morality of someone who couldnt even bother to come off anon. unfortunately, after blocking only one or two anons, the weird asks have decreased substantially, which says all you need to know about the fascinating and exhilarating lives led by these people, but ive also gone on to turn anon asks off entirely. this is something i actively fought against doing and had to be pushed into by my mutuals (who have been the coolest people on planet earth during this entire thing). turning off anon was a big deal to me even if it sounds silly. i felt betrayed and like id been backed into a corner because it was so vehmently something i DIDNT WANT that to feel like i had to do it anyway for my own mental health??? that sucks. so even though ive 'fixed' the problem, im still kind of reeling and uncomfortable every time i come on tumblr. i hope it's just something i need time to ease because i'll truly be devastated if this becomes 'ruined' for me. tumblr exists as the only place in the world where i am honestly every facet of myself without shame or hesitation; losing that would be insanely harmful to me. and to the people who cant appeal to the actual human behind the post, let me put that in words you can understand: we wouldn't get any more writing 😦😦😦 riots and fires and sirens, i know. so yeah. to anyone who has sent me an anon ask and you're now wondering if you were part of the problem, im firmly of the belief that you'll know if you are. when i say 'weird asks' i dont mean 'you sent me a para about your personal life just to vent or ask for advice' or 'you sent me a really deep emotional compliment about the impact me and/or my writing has had on you' - i love asks like that, so much that i put off taking a break and turning off anon solely for the joy they bring me. im sorry that it might feel like you're being punished too bc of the actions of what in reality is a HANDFUL of weird people, but this is what i feel like i have to do to feel safe and not go insane every time i log in. love you guys, hopefully ill see you soon x

[skunkes]

1 week until surgery...my brain keeps trying to talk me out of it bc i dont Need it and im scared of medical environments and Pain but i have to remember this is one of the only things that has ever made me consider wanting a tattoo and also the only thing that's made me Excited For and Wanting visible scars...

And also I've been making "i want sterilization and testosterone" meltdown tweets every other week for many many years so we're scratching one off the list LOL

[britneyshakespeare]

Had the extremely upsetting experience of a mutual of like 6 years going off on me for occasionally making posts about supporting Harris because apparently that makes me a g n cide denier who refuses to learn and grow, with all of my views just being assumed not even from what I've told them I believe or what I've posted before, but just because I DON'T post particularly the kind of things they THINK I should be. When I pointed out how much they were just completely assuming about stuff I'd never talked to them about, I was told it doesn't matter what I do in real life or "care" about if I simply disagree with their conclusion and vote for her anyway. Like they were absolutely not sorry for the level of maliciousness they not just assumed of my character, but for some reason thought appropriate to bring directly to me before unfollowing me. No apology whatsoever for how discomforting or upsetting that might be and certainly no acknowledgment that I could disagree with them and still be a good person. I just got another even longer rant about how they fundamentally can't fuck with me because of this one thing, no matter WHAT else I do in my real life (which I pointed out that they do not know), and how I'm directly supporting fascism.

Like seriously what is it about Tumblr that makes people think they know someone based off of occasional posts? There were just such DEEP assumptions they were making of me and going off of very little or absolutely nothing. Around the time I first became mutuals with that person I used to express my personality and beliefs and talk about what was going on in my life a lot more openly, but I've significantly scaled back on doing that in many ways for many reasons. One of my major ones is privacy and the way I've had strangers outside my followers and following circles just find random things I say and dogpile me for it. I was fundamentally changed after some T Fs did that to me like 3 years ago. I also just didn't have many conversations w that person anymore (I message people in general on here like 10x less than I did circa 2018-2019, which I'm somewhat sorry about!). My point is to say I think this person felt comfortable assuming that they knew me, especially who I am in 2024 at the age of 25, much better than they actually did.

One of the specific things they accused me of was being afraid of learning and growing (because I don't perform social media activism on here like they think I should). Like AFRAID to take criticism. When again I've never received criticism from them or had to respond to any criticism on here before as pertaining to my views on... well, absolutely any of the issues they accused me of not caring about. They essentially treated it as if the only thing in the world I cared about was the US election and characterized me as the most out-of-touch liberal they could possibly imagine, because I'm not "pushing" Kamala Harris to be better (Oh?? Should I do that on here?? Does she read my blog??).

And most hypocritically what they said was that I only *sometimes* *vaguely* post pro-Harris things (I often post like 5 or fewer things in a day though?). But here's the kicker. "Because I know I'll get shit for it. And rightfully so."

Really????? Not a single person, anon or not, in my messages or in a tagged post or anything, has ever given me shit before for saying who I'm voting for. I'm actually NOT afraid of "getting shit" for that opinion, I just don't start fights with people who are anti-voting. And why should I??? I genuinely don't believe in trying to change the minds of strangers on the internet about that sort of thing. I'm just not confrontational about it; that is so not the same thing as being "afraid of getting shit." I'm not posting ENOUGH about my support for Harris, therefore I'm afraid. But therefore they can also make all these assumptions about me being their strawman for an ignorant Harris supporter.

I'm afraid of getting shit but I still post anyway? But if I weren't afraid of getting shit I'd be posting a lot more?? This is ALL based on their assumptions of what my blog *should* look like, based on what I really and truly believe. My level of posting every now and then is an accurate gauge of my feelings on complex, sensitive, global issues. Because I'm voting for the Democratic presidential candidate and I'm ok sharing pretty much just that little glimpse of myself.

I really don't think that person knows just how inappropriate and insulting that is to just say all of that to me. Like they really know what's going on in my head. Their first message began and ended with like "I'm sorry I love you I just can't take it anymore" but they clearly weren't sorry enough to try and be more respectful to me, and they didn't love me enough not to default to extremely ungenerous assumptions and attacking me based off of those instead of any actual words I've said that they take issue with.

Online radicalization is real and it's not necessarily bad because your political views can start to fall well out of the contemporary Overton window. The way you find it appropriate to treat people whose views, however common, seem to fundamentally misalign with yours... that does matter. You can't just assume the worst of everyone and then act on that in how you approach them as individuals. And then be shocked that you don't stay friends with them. You can't be confrontational with someone about an issue you've never had an honest conversation about, and then expect them to take your bad faith in them as reasonable well-meaning criticism.

I'm afraid of criticism??? I'm afraid of criticism. No I'm not. This person and I have never had an issue before where they criticized me and I got harshly defensive. It was ALL projection. The entire tone of their messages was as if all their anti-voting posts recently were somehow in communication with the occasional go-vote-for-Harris posts that I make. That's not a conversation. I don't post for your satisfaction. I don't post in "response" to my mutuals I disagree with. I just post what's on my mind, sometimes, about some things. I really again can't stress enough how baffled I am by this

[manofthepipis]

Tiny question! When Clicks said “I don't understand…! It didn't have that reaction with the rest of us.” When referring to the side effects Spamton got when drinking his own tea, then does this mean that the other addisons tried Spamton tea to get an opinion? If yes, what where the HP benefits and descriptions each Addison would have when drinking Spamton Tea? I’m curious!

ofcourse! So it had happened off screen, and a scene i won't be writing (but definitely pictured thus it being referenced with a one-off comment), but while spamton was still in snoozetown post-neo attack, clicks made it to try and gauge if they were rlly cut out for this whole helping-spamton-out shtick, but for their own sakes. so i'm glad you're curious about it so i get to elaborate! :D

spamton's tea doesn't heal any one of them all that much, due to the complicated relationship, being that Clicks' conditional healing teas aren't pure healing magic like Spamton's F1 spell, but in order, it would be Sponsor the most, Banner and Clicks about the same, and then Survey in last.

Sponsor definitely will be elaborated on later, as they've still been rather silent about their perspective on spamton, despite being the one that's more accepting of Neo. It's not a lot of healing by any chance, but it's healing nonetheless. A familiar taste that they tried a long time ago but they'd like to have again, properly this time. Maybe with a 40 Hp boost

Banner and Clicks are healed about the same, and while clicks finds the tea bitter with a bad processed flavor, both are healed the same cuz they're at that same stage of still being wary around spamton, with clicks less so after Ch15. Banner finds the flavor unfamiliar, but not all bad, still not one he'd go to for a first pick. 30 Hp boost

Survey is barely healed, and doesn't like the flavor, but wants to, like it's a flavor of something they used to like a lot but has fallen off in recent years. It gives off the same vibe of a recipe that they've known very well that's changed, and it's distinctly wrong now. Maybe changing the recipe manually would fix it? Or would it ruin the entire thing? Who knows. 5-10 Hp

None of the addisons really hate spamton, so the hp-draining effects of Spamton tea is unique to himself, but the Hp can fluctuate with strengthening friendships :)! like post Ch15, the tea would taste better to Clicks, not significantly, but enough to make a difference from first impressions.

[pikasetism]

the way i draw is that i make several doodles in one canvas and close it when i run out of space so heres the first completed pikase canvas after however many days :3

the day after this post goes up im starting goretober on my main art blog so updates might slow down here or i might draw a whole fucking lottttt we'll see ^q^