#i accidentally posted this to the wrong blog at first. whoops

[pdpenpals]

the blog is adorable! and you have fed into my love for gene more 💕

speaking of gene, could you write one of him in mcd? can be whatever scenario and romantic please!

from: the wood warden ❀

our first mcd request, yay!! many thanks for the compliments, wood warden. and welcome! there’s— 

oh, whoops! we just got a report that some angst was accidentally slipped into the batch of ink the post office just ordered? and some of it was used for this letter?! <(@_@)> i do hope you enjoy it nevertheless! (you may be entitled to compensation, but i fear what management has to say about it if i bring it up…)

your village longs to move forward. it does like the others, of course, but there are times when it feels like something is holding it back. like there’s something it’s missing. today is one of those days. with the people you’ve known all your life (you’ve never really left home), you gather in front of one of the unused structures in the heart of town to spend time reflecting on and honoring the people you’ve lost. you’re one of the lucky ones to have not lost a loved one recently, yet you remain as a show of support. when it gets a bit awkward listening to the sounds of sobbing around you, you turn your attention towards the…building towering over you all. it’s quite old, a living relic of the era it came from, but it’s quite obvious that someone used to live here. however, due to it looking quite fragile and not having been touched in years, the current lord plans to have it restored. whether someone will be taking residence in it is a completely different story entirely. at least the old lord who had wanted it torn down to expand the roads wasn’t around anymore.

you could have sworn someone indeed used to live here, but you were probably just remembering things wrong.

your hands instinctively reach for a small piece of parchment that you’ve always wanted within reach in your pockets. you don’t remember when you got this or who the sender was, but you know in your heart that it was meant for you. it’s pretty old, and some parts remain illegible. it frustrates you knowing that time has conveniently worn out the name of the one who wrote you this letter of sorts. 

upon reading it again, tears start to fall from your eyes, and you do not know why. you’re not even sad or feel anything in particular at the moment, but they just won’t stop. now that you think about it, there’s something in your heart that aches for something—rather, someone that doesn’t exist. everyone else around you is already grieving either way, at least they wouldn’t judge when you appear to have joined them.

Must have frightened you earlier. Not sure if it will make you feel any better at all, but you shouldn’t be worrying about any attacks in the village for a while. I’m here now after all. Who else can be a better guard than a new graduate who just survived the Academy? 

Okay, now bragging’s making me sound like a complete ass.

You didn’t seem to know who I was. As far as I remember, I’ve lived here all my life, and I practically should already know everyone’s names and faces. Except yours. Have you met █████? I’m her eldest, ████. 

Anyway, I suppose I owe you a bit of an explanation about what happened in front of ████ █████. I felt like I was able to reunite with my grandfather there again. Yes, that place was his house. Before leaving for the academy, my mother wanted me to live there for a bit so we could argue that our family was still actively using the land. Still, some circumstances left the house uninhabited and almost in █████████ either way. 

Now that I’m back, I’m surprised it’s still here. Oddly enough, I feel happy about it. And I wasn’t even that close to the old man.

You probably realized that the first thing I did was cry, and I didn’t know why. Maybe I was just horribly homesick. Then again, I wasn’t even trying to hide it. But somehow, I immediately knew you pretended that you didn’t notice as you spoke to me. I mean, I know it’s a natural part of being human, but who even likes being seen all snot-nosed and pathetic? You must have felt bad for me. 

Even so, I can’t help but admit that you’ve intrigued me.

Behind the southern wall, you should be able to see a spot in the clearing where you can overlook the rest of Ru’aun. I’d like to see it again later just in time to see the sun set, just you and me. It’s definitely a date, so don’t think about being late.

[wawamouse]

[bursts into your inbox as if we were having a conversation you were definitely not aware we were having] -one reason we need more slightly more modern outside AUs is: how unhinged could the texts between Chico and Miguel get?? The possibilities for conversational wtfuckery with these two!!

(I'm sure for the longest time it would be the most short and uninformative texting desert where they barely go beyond "u hungry?" and "k" level communication. But there would be bursts of amusing absurdist insanity that goes on and on.)

Yes this was prompted by something you reblogged on another blog, and I came here to tell you rather than politely musing in my own area.

Wow you’re so right, we need to make miguel and chico millennials…. or we just need to give them cellphones lol

(for those wondering, the post I reblogged was this )

also i do think “k” & leaving on read is miguel’s style of communication (toward chico) but probably only because i headcanon chico texting him like an insane person, both when he like-likes miguel and also when he hates him (bc that's hardly going to make him leave miguel alone lol). i could see him firing off an essay in single line texts and god help miguel when chico discovers audio messages (but at the same time, i think miguel would send audio messages more) (which chico would love because… come on 😂). i think miguel is better at cyber stalking someone than chico tho (ok now i’m just going into my Technology Headcanons). just, like, miguel is better at researching than chico. but chico knows more about torrenting and vpns and anti-virus stuff. also his bookmarks bar has a bunch of porn sites saved if we're being real

idk, i just don't see miguel as a texting person 😂 I think he prefers face-to-face communication or talking on the phone where as chico who probably has a really aggressive way of texting and also he uses T9 lol

i also think chico would send truly indecipherable memes sometimes, not because he thinks they’re funny (he doesn't get them) but because he just compulsively forwards every little piece of internet junk, clickbait, memes, buzzfeed quizzes, etc, straight to miguel, not really caring if he even responds or not bc anything he Actually wants miguel to see, he'll just bring up in person...

2 AU thoughts that immediately jumped to mind:

they meet as wrong numbers—like, one of them accidentally texts the wrong new contact or something—they got a fake number (haha), etc., and then the other person responds and they have a sort of curt conversation of realising they have theyre talking to a stranger before being like Whoops my bad! ...but then weeks later when the first guy (let's just say, chico - that' kinda what i'm imagining anyway) mistakenly texts miguel again bc he never deleted the contact info. and he's like totally shitfaced too so he just ends up calling miguel and being like HEY Come get me. I'm at xyz location!! … and that’s how they meet—because Miguel is moderately bored and curious and he thinks Chico will have drugs 😂 (maybe he’s mentioned it idk) (anyway he does have them) ...

dating app AU (cough hook up app) 💀 they chat/sext for a long time more as like friends for a while... idk, some people you just sort of end up befriending and having longer running fun conversations with / gossip about your other hook-ups on the app bc there's more to it in a way. they end up exchanging actual phone numbers and chatting bc they have a lot in common—even know the same clubs and know they don't live that far apart, but they just don't meet up right away. And then it gets kind of weird bc at a certain point, they're more lookng forward to meet up but then it's like damn, what if the spark isn't there in person 😵‍💫 what if they meet up, have sex, and then never text each other again or it all falls apart or something. And then something something, when they finally go Fuck It and decide to meet up and get it over with, they get completely sidetracked (just gotta do a minor job real quick! swing by a location!) in a Date Ends Up With Them Almost Getting Shot and Running For Their Lives type way. but good news: even though they bicker like hell in person, and each find the other vaguely infuriating, the spark is definitely there 👀

[seasoningcityespercollective]

Welcome to the Seasoning City Esper Collective!

Recent data from the local hospital record has shown that phenomena known as “psychic powers” may be more common than we realize. Abilities such as spirit communication and telekinesis are no longer myths or legends, and are increasingly visible in the public eye. However, little is truly understood about psychic powers, and those possessing them are often viewed as either lying for attention or dangerous to society. 

And yet espers are no child’s imaginary game, nor are we monsters that hide in the shadows. We are simply people, people who often feel isolated from our peers due to our unique lived experiences. 

That’s why the Mitsuura Foundation has graciously granted the esper community of Seasoning City a place to connect with each other and find our equilibrium. At the first Seasoning City Esper Collective, espers of all shapes and sizes can come down to meet people just like themselves, and even new ones they may find kindred spirits in. 

Spoonbenders and exorcists alike can enjoy our center’s diverse recreational offerings, such as the tennis court and yoga lessons. Grab a croissant to eat at the center’s state of the art cafeteria, or take it up to the cozy  library with a nice cup of tea. 

Young espers can make use of the Youth’s Club, while parents of those 10 and under are welcome to drop off their supernatural sweeties at our fully staffed Daycare. For adults and children alike with unique medical needs, our staff can connect you with trusted professionals across a wide range of disciplines, whether you’re dealing with extrasensory overload, spirit possession recovery, or accidentally superhealing your twisted ankle the wrong way. 

Whether you’re looking to connect with those like you, seeking advice because your toddler keeps destroying the silverware, or needing a place to get away from the visions you’re plagued with, we welcome you with open arms. Just because you’re superhuman, doesn’t mean you’re not human. 

Seasoning City Esper Collective

7-8, Furikake District

Seasoning City, 

Saitama Prefecture 555-0175

Phone: (XXX)-XXX-XXXX

Operating Hours: 7:00 - 20:00 M-F, 7:00 - 22:00 weekends

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Hiya! I’m Bird and I made this blog to generate more interaction with OC artists in the Mob Psycho 100 tumblr fandom. When you submit your OCs to this blog, you can specify what types of interactions you’re comfortable with people drawing between your OCs and theirs, and see who in the community has posted their OCs for you to draw too! If you do draw OCs interacting, feel free to submit the art here or tag this blog in it so that I can put it here for everyone to see. You also don’t have to draw OCs interacting - submitting your own regular OC art is great too. Check out the FAQ for more info!

I meant to make this blog after I made a good example reference post for my own ocs...but forgot that I didn’t do that yet when I clicked “add new sideblog,” whoops. Oh well. This blog is still a work in progress, so the appearance might change in the coming...months (I am busy).

[nonbinary-vents]

So, I have a confession to make

I privately messaged the creator of the post back in early December, detailing the hypocrisy and Jew hatred presented in it. That was the day before they deleted the post (exactly the day after, I messaged them on December 4th and they deleted the post on the 5th), and made the new one that they kept as their pinned for a while. I’d had it written in my notes for a while before then, but I was too nervous to actually send it until I went back into the blog and saw them propping up jvp

When I messaged them, I mentioned some comments from @thisgingerhasnosoul (I’m really sorry for not asking you first, I genuinely have no idea what was going through my head to not do that back then) on why exactly the post was so bad, because her analysis put exactly why it rubbed me the wrong way so much perfectly into words— later I found that the op of the post actually blocked her! So, so much for growing and listening to Jews, I guess

That post is such a fitting representation of November and the hypocrisy that these people had that entire time. Back then, a lot of the ‘punch Nazis’ leftists still considered themselves to be protectors of Jews, instead of what they’re doing now which seems to be… saying Zionists tried to colonise Germany? (A take I’ve seen multiple times now, what has the world become holy shit). But then, once the actual, non fictional Nazis were attracted to their movement and rhetoric, was there any introspection or self reflection as to why they felt so comfortable there? No! It was just not being immune to propaganda, they had nothing to do with the Jew hatred except for not being able to spot the dogwhistles. Nothing else, just a ‘whoops! Accidentally made friends with Nazis for a few hours!’

I’m so tired, dude

I tracked down that post because I've been seeing it cited a lot and it's truly a magnificent case study of zero self-awareness. Reposting it here for posterity so to speak. Emphasis mine.

I have been noodling over posting this for several days but I think it's important for some people to hear.

At a March on Saturday, at a pro Palestine march, my group and I were targeted by by nazis. Not targeted for violence, but targeted for recruitment. They weren't wearing swastikas, they weren't spewing blatant antisemitic hate speech. They seemed like two normal dudes. They marched with us, talked about how awful everything in Palestine was, how we wished world leaders would grow a pair and hold Israel responsible for fucking war crimes, how existing in the world right now was hard. They were empathetic, they were kind, they seemed like genuine good dudes.

Until we passed a synagogue where people were handing our water to marchers. They had signs defending Palestine on their table. But the tone of the conversation changed. These two seemingly normal dudes started talking about how "performative" the gesture felt, that Jewish people should be doing more. That they needed to PROVE it. They started talking about "Zionist" propaganda in the US, about how it was deeply entrenched in capitalism. Things that, on the surface, seemed reasonable but it set off alarm bells in my head.

When I was a kid, I remember getting the speech of "don't repeat anything your uncle or cousin so and so says and don't argue with them. Try to avoid them but if you can't be polite." Because those uncles and cousins said a lot of hateful things about anyone who wasn't like them, but their favorite targets were black people and Jewish people. I would find out as an adult it was because many of those uncles and cousins were in the Klan. When I studied hate symbols for a class in college, I found my self looking at images I'd seen on arms and necks and hands my whole life, because I live in an area of the US where the KKK is still around. And standing in that crowd, listening to these guys talk, i had the most horrible realization I've had in a long time.

We were being fished by Nazis. We were a group of able body, white American leftists. At a march in support of stopping the murder and genocide of Palestinians, these motherfuckers were out here, trying to find people they could get to hate Jewish folks. I wasn't the only one in my group who clocked it, and when we called them on it, the masks came off. They called us a bunch of "Jew loving bitches" before they moved on.

But we're marched with these guys for a couple hours, talked with them, laughed with them, brought them into our circle. For a moment we forgot we also weren't immune to propaganda, we weren't immune to people who make hate sound reasonable and that people like that never start out saying the quiet part out loud, they lean on your anger and your sense of helplessness to move you where they want you. If the last eight years has taught us anything, it's that fascists know how to adjust to the times, to work with what they got, to recruit. They know how to radicalize people, how to weaponize anger and helplessness. And I'm sitting here, every day, seeing posts that sound exactly like these guys did and it worries me.

I know I'm talking to the No Reading Comprehension Website, but I'm begging you guys to develop some now.

You are not immune to propaganda. We are all angry, as we fucking should be. We are watching an entire culture, thousands of lives, whole bloodlines, being wiped out in real time, and for many of us our nations are at best, wringing their hands, and at worst, shipping them weapons, all to protect capitalist greed. It's monstrous, it's disgusting. But look, REALLY LOOK, at the things you are tweeting, sharing, look at the language and how it's used. Take the time to educate yourself about how hate groups use social justice causes and civil unrest to recruit, research the posts your spreading, check your sources. If you are out protesting, be situationally aware, and do not be afraid to clock and call out Nazis. Listen to Jewish people, listen to their concerns, educate yourself on what Zionism and antisemitism actually are and how they can be weaponized. It doesn't feel as good as rage, it doesn't feel as good as having a group you can functionally rail against in a way we can't against a nation a world away, but it's a skill that's going to help you and a lot of other people in the long run.

[ultimateluckystudent-writes]

On Island Time

Summary: Nagito’s been restless recently. It’s not his fault, but he’ll act like it is. It’s alright though, he’s not alone, even during his alone time.

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: Under-Negotiated Voyeurism, Self-Depricative Thoughts, Dom/Sub Undertones, Guilt, Female Reader, She/Her Pronouns

General Themes/Tags: Masturbation, Voyeurism, Handjob, Praise Kink, Slight Degradation Kink, Slight + Gentle Femdom, Submissive Komaeda, Hung Komaeda, Island Mode AU

Ao3 link

A/N: Starting the blog off with a bang, huh? Whoops I made these tags make it seem like it’s more angsty than it is- it’s not sad I promise promise it’s just that Nagito’s… himself and I’m a freak so… here we are… (Also it’s told from Nagito’s perspective, don’t ask me what I was thinking, you’re too far deep now)

Nagito had just wanted to go to sleep. The day had been tiring, collecting things from the forest until his back ached. He hadn’t had a break in what felt like ages. Every time he felt just tired enough to request a day off… well, she dropped by his room with a good, hot meal and a bright smile that made him feel revitalized enough to wait it out. Sure enough, after a good night’s sleep and breakfast the next morning, he was always ready to go. But he found himself a bit tired of the routine, especially when she didn’t stay afterwards to eat with him, or spend time with him after searching.

He rolled his eyes at himself as he slipped out of his clothes, remaining just in his boxers and white shirt. Who am I kidding? I’m lucky that she’s even kind enough to drop by. No, actually, even that’s too much of a stretch. She just wants to keep the group motivated and searching for materials. Honestly, isn’t that better than her having such terrible taste in companionship? Trying to keep the production and hope of the group up?

He yawned and trudged his way over to turn the lights off before slipping right into bed. He let out a quiet sigh of pleasure at the feeling of the clean, soft sheets against his bare skin, and his head sinking into a soft pillow. The breeze from his open windows blew through the curtains around his bed. He could hear the faint watery noises coming from the pool’s waterfall. As his eyes lowered shut, his mind betrayed him once more, replaying a memory he hadn’t consciously summoned. All at once, he could feel her warm, soft hand brushing against his as they shared the shade under a tree in the park. Oh dear…

The truth was, Nagito wasn’t just tired from the routine, or even the collecting. It was from the time he spent up after a reasonable hour with thoughts of her. He always felt so guilty during, and especially after, but he couldn’t deny himself the bubbly, almost nervous feeling that came with them. It was exhilarating, like taking a plunge down a rollercoaster. And with the way that she treated him, he almost felt like she would be okay with him thinking about her. He shook his head. It’s best not to think anything too foolish.

He tried closing his eyes. She laughed, bright and loud, at a joke he had made. He curled his fingers into the pillow. She waved to him over her shoulder excitedly, a stunning centerpiece in front of the sparkling sea. He pulled the covers up over his shoulders. She leaned against his shoulder, dozing off on the beanbags in the library while they read. He hadn’t even been able to focus enough on his book to get to the next page after that, until she woke up barely in time to make it back for dinner. She didn’t even look embarrassed or ashamed that it was him she’d been snuggling up to. She’d just yawned and stretched and giggled sleepily about how he must have been hot, because he was so red. The flush was from the tingling sensation he felt throughout his whole body while she was pressed up against him, and lasted long after she pulled away.

She made him feel like they were true friends. She made him feel wanted. She made him feel like that mattered. Not for long, of course. I’m gullible, not stupid. Still, every bit of him loved the raw talent that he knew she must have had to be able to do such a feat. He buried his face into the bedding, trying to get ahold of the feeling in his chest, because he knew how the story went. These weren’t the thoughts that had kept him up so late at night. What kept him up was what he started thinking about when the feeling got to be too much and seeped down to his belly, and then even further.

Like every night, he was too late.

She stood before him, her bathing suit tight around her form as she stood in front of him. His dick twitched in his underwear. She crossed her legs while focusing one what she was writing down on her clipboard, exposing more of her thighs as her skirt slid up. He flipped onto his back. She tied her shirt up at her waist on a particularly hot day, leaving a tantalizing strip of skin exposed, but only when she raised her arms. Nagito felt guilty, of course, but couldn’t help the desire to watch her even closer that day, enchanted. His hand moved down past his stomach. She bent over to help look for Tanaka’s lost earring, her back arched, and before he could rip his gaze away, caught just a glimpse of her striped panties. The sight made him immediately head back to his cabin, attempting to fight off an erection the whole way there. He finally slipped his hands past his waistband and sighed. He was half-hard already.

I’m hardly even pitiful. Just the thought of her works me into a state like this… that’s not the surprising part, she’s breathtaking, but I manage to disappoint even myself. I’m truly nothing more than a hormonal teenager. How could I ever be enough? How could I even dare to-

He had learned quickly that either set of thoughts wouldn’t go away if he didn’t do anything. At least when he took care of himself quickly he didn’t have to prolong the shame. He sat up and tugged his boxers down. He swallowed hard as the fabric brushed against the sensitive skin of his cock. He pushed the blankets down and pumped some of the lotion on his nightstand into his hand. He didn’t feel like he deserved the pleasure that came alongside it, but it certainly sped up the process, and he’d gotten worried about chafing after the first couple of nights. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and began to stroke, pulling the skin around the pink tip down. He worked slowly at first, simply trying to get fully hard.

It was always easier at the beginning to not picture her. He focused on his body and the feeling and without fail assured himself he could finish without thinking about her. Without fail, he was always calling her name when he made a sticky mess. He told himself this time would be different. He brushed the pad of his thumb against his head and gasped. He reminded himself that he already knew he was a disappointment.

He bit his lip as his strokes sped up. He tried to stay in the moment. To smell the lotion. To lose himself in the undeniable pleasure. To picture his lips brushing against hers- no, no, no! Fuck. How pathetic that y- oh, fuck! He whimpered as the idea of his hands on her made it through his mental barriers, causing his hips to thrust involuntarily upwards. He pictured her taking off her shirt, revealing her gorgeous tits to him. Her straddling him, letting him touch her wherever he pleased. Her trusting him enough to give her the orgasm that she deserved- or, the closest thing Nagito could give to her. Surely you don’t think you could make her feel good? With your disgusting, filthy hands?

The idea felt like cold water running down his spine, and made the fantasies seem much less arousing. He switched his train of thought. He wanted her to kiss his neck, maybe even spare him marks that would last long past when they were finished. He wanted her to pinch and pull at his nipples, giggling at how sensitive he was, but not stopping until he was a whimpering mess. He wanted her to run against his sides and back and make him shake.

He was getting close already, never having much stamina. His heavy breathing turned into whimpers. He wanted her hand instead of his, squeezing the base of his cock just tight enough to make him beg to cum. He wanted her above him, her lips wrapped around him while she fingered his tight hole. His mouth fell open with needy noises, and he knew soon he’d be over the edge. He moaned out her name, the only word his mind was capable of forming. Just the feeling of it on his lips made his toes curl.

What he truly wanted most was for her eyes to be adoring when she looked at him, no matter what she was saying or doing. For her to praise him when he was coming down off of his high. For her to hold him afterwards, and not leave. He cried out, gripping at the sheets with his other hand. He wanted to wake up to her grinding on him, as a show of power, yes, but mostly as a reminder that they were joined, connected- that he was wanted-

“Fuck!”

He didn’t say that.

Nagito’s stomach leapt out of him and he frantically tucked himself back into his underwear, feeling all for the world like he’d been caught. His head whipped back and forth, but he didn’t see anyone in the still, dark night. The clock read almost one am. He couldn’t imagine that anyone was up. So what did I just hear?

He maneuvered his still-hard cock so it was tucked into his waistband and covered by his shirt. He tried not to think about it too hard or be too obviously pink as he walked over to the window where he’d heard the sound. He leaned out to his left and looked all over, but didn’t see anyone. Right as he was about to turn, however, there was a thump and a hiss of pain. He honestly wouldn’t have seen the person in time if they hadn’t fallen, but on the ground holding her slightly skinned shin was the object of his fantasies herself.

Well, I’m fucked.

“Ah, so it was you!” Despite his thoughts, as always, the excitement he felt at seeing her still made him smile. “Are you okay?”

“Haha… yeah… I was just walking by and a gust of wind came and the window flew open and hit me in the head.” She laughed weakly, laced with pain. “Then as I was leaving, I tripped over my shoelaces and skinned my shin and hand.” He assessed the scene. It certainly was more windy than when he’d… started. He supposed he hadn’t noticed the windows, lost in his thoughts. When she moved her hands, he saw her slightly cut up leg and dirty skirt. She was still wearing the same clothes as earlier, piquing Nagito’s interest. As she began to stand, he shook his head and remembered himself.

“Would you like to come in? I’ve got plenty of bandages and knowledge of how to treat small wounds.” What are you doing?! You’re still hard! If she sees you she’s going to think you’re absolutely filthy and a pervert- and she’ll be right! “That is, of course, only if you’re comfortable-”

“Yes, please.” She interrupted, immediately getting back to her feet. She must be scraped up worse than I saw, for her to spend time with me so late at night willingly. She walked off and when he was sure she couldn’t see him, darted over to turn on a lamp and look at himself in the mirror. His still semi-hard cock wasn’t too obvious with it arranged the way he had it, but it was certainly hard to keep it that way. He looked around frantically, almost sighing in relief when he saw his way out. He grabbed his jacket, which draped down much past his hips when he was holding it, and met her at the door. She smiled at him gratefully, though it was a bit strained.

“Is it alright if I sit on the bed?” She asked. He shifted his gaze to it. You know how much you’ll be tempting luck if you let this happen. She’ll be sitting right by the spot where I-

“Of course! Please, make yourself comfortable. I extend my full hospitality to you.” He smiled in a way he hoped was kind instead of terrified and a little bit horny and backed up with the door to let her in and stay out of her sight. He shut the door behind them a little bit harder than he meant to, making him jump. “My apologies! How clumsy of me!”

“It’s alright, I understand. You’re not the only one who’s been clumsy tonight.” She looked around the room. “Thank you so much for letting me in. It’s really nice and clean.”

“Ah, I’m sure you’ve got a much nicer place. It feels quite empty, still.”

“That’s just because you haven’t started making it your own. I can help you pick out some things at the market sometime soon if you’d like.” She offered, so easily, so casually, like the commitment of spending an afternoon with him meant nothing to her. He squeezed his legs together ever-so-slightly.

“Your bandages!” He shook his head and hurried over to the bed, pulling out a couple of packages of different types of adhesive bandages and hand wipes from his jacket. He made sure to lay the jacket over his lap and pulled out a wipe. “Was it both hands?”

“This one got it worse, the other one is pretty much fine.” She showed him the palm of her left hand. The bottom of it, by the wrist, had been scratched up by the gravel. “Oh, I can do it myself-”

“Nonsense!” He blurted, smacking himself internally for how desperate he sounded. “It’s much harder to do with one hand.” He held the underside of her hand with his, trying not to think about how much smaller hers were. He thoroughly cleaned the area and wiped off the bit of dirt left. Even in the wind she was just in, his hands must have felt icy compared to his.

“That one doesn’t need a bandaid, I guess. It looks like it’s stopped bleeding, and I don’t really want one on my palm. If it bothers me later, I can just pick some up from the market. This one though,” she stuck her leg out to look at her shin. It was a much larger and deeper scrape. Nagito winced. Did I cause this just from thinking about her? The window flying open right while she was there was indeed unfortunate. “Is probably gonna need some help.” She giggled. He’d always admired her cheerful attitude in spite of any problems. She’s a bit like… no. Don’t even compare you two. She’s a beautiful paragon of the Ultimates’ hope… you’ve barely even got a ‘talent’.

She turned to place her shin between his thighs, spreading both of their legs in the process. Nagito almost choked. He was frozen for a moment before snapping out of his stupor and nodding dumbly. He grabbed a clean wipe for the next wound, making sure to be gentle. He tried to convince himself it was just because he didn’t want to hurt her, and not because he liked the position. He finally placed the large bandage patch on.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking,” He started, breaking the silence before she inevitably announced she had to go. “What were you doing outside at two am?” She paused in the middle of checking out her leg, the smile on her face dropping just a bit. He could feel her muscles tense. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-”

“No, no, no, it’s okay.” Despite what she said, Nagito didn’t miss her voice rising an octave, or how she was suddenly very interested in the hem of her skirt. “I was, uh… well, I… fuck.” She twisted the fabric in her hands. “This is, er, harder to say than I even imagined.”

“Don’t make yourself uncomfortable on my behalf!” He said quickly. “If you don’t want to-”

“Iheardyoutheothernight!” She exclaimed, all at once.

There was a beat where he had no idea what she was saying, much less talking about. Then all of a sudden, he did.

“I… I heard you… s- say my name.”

“I’m so, so, so, deeply sorry-” He bowed deeply, clenching his teeth. She doesn’t want to hear you say her name again! You worthless, disgusting- His thoughts continued to berate him as he focused hard not to bang his head against the wall until he bled out in agony right then and there. “I know I’ve done something absol-”

“Komaeda-kun,” she rested her non-bandaged hand on his shoulder. He jumped a bit at the touch. “I… I- I’ve-been-watching-you-every-night-since-then!”

Another beat.

“What?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m so sorry! Fuck!” Her voice was shaking. “I’m so, so sorry… I just… I couldn’t sleep the other night, so I went to go sit by the pool because I like to put my feet in the water, and, and I passed by your window and…” Her eyes managed to creep their way back onto him. “You… you sounded so pretty.” She bit her thumb hard. His mouth simply sat agape. “I felt so, so, bad, but then you… you said my name. And- well, I thought I’d been caught for a moment, but you weren’t even… looking at me.” Her voice was breathly, lowering with each sentence. “Your eyes were closed. S- so… so I’ve been watching you for the past couple of nights… oh my God, what the fuck is wrong with me?” She wailed and sank off the bed and to the floor in shame, her face in her hands.

“…why did you watch me?”

She looked back up at him, her eyes were now bloodshot. He realized that she had been crying over her guilt. Crying over what she had done to him.

“…you are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen.” She whispered. “Hearing my name… seeing you do that, when I had- when I’d thought of you the same way already,” Nagito’s mouth fell open. “It was like heaven. I thought I was gonna wake up from a dream.” She broke eye contact and began to stand up, because he wasn’t reacting anymore. “I’m sorry, I should go-”

“No!” He shouted, his hand flying out to grab her shoulder. They both looked at each other, terrified and awestruck at once. “You were… here tonight? Doing that? W- watching me?” She studies his face carefully, looking for what he wanted the answer to be, before she hung her head and nodded. The hand still in Nagito’s lap dug his fingers into his leg. “Well… I don’t understand why you would actually want to watch me…” He slid the jacket off of his lap slowly. His hands were visibly trembling. Her eyes were fixated on the motion the whole time, even after he left himself exposed. He leaned back and spread his legs just a bit so she could see the full outline of his erection. “But… you absolutely can, if you’d really like.”

She gasped like she was the one who was on display. He couldn’t believe how hot he felt just thinking about her watching him all that time, all on her own. He couldn’t believe that she was really doing this. He was mostly convinced it was just some sort of joke still. Or that she had heard him and was just taking pity on him. But I’ve always been selfish, so… I might as well enjoy this while I can.

Still, it was hard for even him to deny how hungry her expression was. His cock twitched visibly, making her groan again, which didn’t help him. She rose back onto the bed, her hand smoothly sliding between his thighs. His mouth fell open with an almost imperceptible gasp.

“I mean…” Her voice trembled, even as her motions were so sure. “I’m already here… and I barged in here so late at night, Komaeda-kun…” She murmured right by his ear. He could feel his inhibitions disappearing. Those soft fingers he’d fantasized about all those times were now tracing circles on his skin underneath the fabric of one of the legs of his boxers. “I should… repay you.” Her voice became much more confident with that idea. “Why don’t you let me help? After all, you’ve already given me quite a show…”

“Ah- uh- oh, the bad luck from this is going to take somebody’s life.” He groaned, biting his lip hard in a feeble attempt to not rut into the air. “We musn’t… I shouldn’t…” He whimpered, but as she wrapped a hand around his cock through his boxers and rubbed him up and down, his eyes rolled back and all that fell from his mouth were needy, pathetic noises.

“I wouldn’t, if you didn’t want it so bad.” The accusation and sudden change in attitude made his hand come to his mouth to stifle a moan. “Lift your hips… I wanna feel that gorgeous cock of yours.” He didn’t even register why she was asking this of him before he was doing it. She slid his boxers off- finally- revealing his hard-on. Despite his earlier hesitation, he didn’t mind her seeing all of him. Whatever she wanted to do- degrade him, laugh at him, hit him, or even, and he could barely even hope for this, touch him- he wouldn’t mind at all. He understood that his body was pathetic better than anyone, so nothing she could do would hurt more than he would simply love the attention. That he would love the fact that he’d caused a lapse in judgement big enough to ask him to do this.

“Fuck,” He could feel her voice while pressed so close up against her. “It wasn’t a trick of the light… you… really are big.” Her tone was tinged with a disbelieving laugh.

“Ah, another way the universe enjoys toying with me.” His words were firm but his voice was so breathy. “An… acceptable endowment attached to a lowly thing like myself, with nobody who would want such a thing from me-” He choked as her thumb swiped across his wet, pink tip. He’d been hard for so long without relief that the precum that hadn’t already formed a wet patch on his clothes was gathered at the tip.

“I’m right here, you idiot.” She said fondly. She pulled him into her side to hold him closer. That shocked him more than anything else tonight. He was tense for a moment, confused as to what she was doing, until her hand continued moving over his still lotion-slick cock. He realized that she simply meant to keep him here, so close and vulnerable with her, and it was almost euphoric.

He attempted to keep still so as not to make a move that would- God forbid- make her remember who he was and how filthy a creature she was holding, but the warmth and unfamiliarity of her hand was too much for him. It seemed as though she was admiring his dick, veiny and deeply red as it was. He practically purred as she continued, wrapping his arms around her and holding her through the overwhelming feelings. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, which let her hear every one of his noises.

“Oh, that’s perfect, baby,” She said gently. The praise felt like liquid heat running through his body. “You know exactly how I want you, don’t you? You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” Nagito couldn’t keep quiet when she said that, and a cry that broke off at the end as his hips snapped up unconsciously fell from his mouth. He squeezed her tighter, fingers desperately curling into her clothes. He realized how close he was in such a short amount of time, and what a deplorable thing making her do all the work had been. He let go of her, and attempted to push her away.

“Please, please, you- you must let me please you, too-” He meant for it to be a seductive sort of demand, but it came off instead as a desperate plea. “I- I’m gonna finish-” To his surprise, and slight arousal, she laughed. She grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him back into her with a surprising amount of force.

“I think it’s cute that you think that’s how this works.” She cooed, right by his neck, the sensation sounding a shiver all the way down his spine. How could he do anything but completely melt at that? He groaned loudly in her ear and his full body weight fell onto her at once. His mind was barely keeping itself together as she stroked him so surely from bottom to tip, the slick sounds unheard over his pants and cries. His legs were almost completely draped over hers by this point, shaking and tensing. His boxers had fallen all the way to the floor, leaving him only in his loose shirt on her lap, even as she was still fully clothed. “Oh? Do you enjoy being talked to like that? Like you’re stupid?” She asked, though it was clear she knew the answer.

“Y- yes! Oh, yes, please, I- I’m p- pathetic, worthless, nothing- Ah- oh, yes!” Even he found it disgusting how quickly he had been reduced to this, but it was hard to focus on his usual self-loathing thoughts when she was speeding her hand up and he could smell her shampoo.

“Fuck yes, pathetic, and so, so adorable.” From the way she sounded, it was almost like she was getting off on just watching him and touching him. Maybe she’s a pervert, who likes reducing creeps to where they belong. Even thinking that, however, he couldn’t understand why she had called him ‘adorable’. He couldn’t understand why it was having such a big effect on him. “You’re normally much more talkative than this. I figured you wouldn’t shut up if I put my hands on you. What happened, cat got your tongue?” He could hear the smirk in her voice without looking at her. She was so smug in her power over him- the power she’d obtained so quickly, so easily. It made him feel secure in letting her have it.

“I- I wouldn’t want to ruin this with my words.” He mumbled, hoping she wouldn’t say anything that would require him to think again. He enjoyed feeling like his brain was mush- at least not in the scary sense for once. She didn’t acknowledge it with any noise, but her hand slowed down just enough for him to notice. The familiar, chilly bite of rejection spread through him at once. “Like that, you see? I truly am worthless-”

“Enough.” She snapped, pace quickening to a speed even faster than before. He succumbed to the pleasure almost at once. “You couldn’t ruin how much I’ve wanted you since we met very easily, Nagito-kun. I should have just told you how pretty you sounded instead of teasing you. Ah well, we’ll just get you used to it. Pretty boy.” She kissed his pale shoulder. The affection made his breath hitch, and he was close again so quickly it almost hurt.

“N- nooo-” He meant it to come out as a serious rebuttal, but by the time it escaped his mouth and reached her ears, it was a petulant whine. It only made her laugh at him more. He couldn’t take the addictive mix of humiliation, pride, and pleasure much longer. His thighs trembled. His chest heaved from his panting. His stream of drool was beginning to run down her shoulder, but he hadn’t even noticed. He knew the sensation of his orgasm building well, but never this intensely, never this good.

“Th- thank you!” He cried, his head thrown back. He rocked his hips back and forth on her, more like he was grinding down then thrusting up. “Thank you, thank you, thank you- oh!” His hands tangled into her hair as he came, forehead pressed up against hers and moaning with abandon right against her face. The feeling was intense, wracking through his delicate frame as he shook against her. She continued holding him tightly, half-afraid he’d toss himself off the bed with all the writhing he was doing.

Thick ropes of cum covered their thighs and her hand as she continued stroking him through it, watching him in fascination that he missed. It was over too soon for his liking, and her hand felt more uncomfortable than he wanted it to. He grunted in displeasure and she removed her hand, letting him release his final, shaky breath that kept him tense. She held up her hand in the light. She was shaking and panting like she was the one who had just come. She slowly brought her hand to her lips, flicking her tongue out to taste it.

“D- don’t.” He protested, weakly beginning to stir again. “I’m filthy-”

“Shh…” She played with the ends of his hair with her clean hand. He couldn’t argue. “Do you have a towel or anything around here-”

“I’ll get it.” He shook his head and got up, grabbing the tissues from his nightstand. He surveyed the mess he’d made. “Ah… I’m so sorry, I should have warned you before-”

“You don’t have to apologize for finishing, Nagito-kun. It’s alright if I call you that, right? I mean… we kind of just…” She didn’t know what to finish that with as he wiped up her thighs and then his.

“Of course you can. You can call me anything you’d like.”

There was something empty in his voice, though. There was something empty in the room. Now that they weren’t directly occupied, the full weight of what they’d done was sinking in.

“I gotta go take a shower now. You probably should, too.” She chuckled half-heartedly. She slid off the bed and made her way to the door. They never ended up locking it. “Hey, Nagito-kun?”

She’s going to say ‘I don’t ever wanna see you again. You disgust me. Never talk about this night again. How could you do this to me-’

“Yes?”

“I’ll be back tomorrow.” With that, she slid out of the cabin and into the night, leaving him staring at a doorway, the curtains blowing in and out.

*****

A/N: This was originally planned to have multiple chapters of being horny w femdom energy, and the motivation is still There in me somewhere. so if you’ve got any ideas/weird kinks feel free to toss em at me I would love them

ALSO!!!!! Because she gave me permission to tag her: @nagito-kissmaeda

I look up to her so much as a writer (I just realized she wrote like… H A L F of my bookmarked Nagito fics on ao3. like actually. I was gonna list out my faves before I went through them and realized oh. they were all of my favs. but she just recently posted this degradation fic that was,,, so good. also apparently the only one I HAVEN’T read by her is one about Nagito being mean to himself while masturbating to the reader?? so like, same hat. please can we be friends I’ll literally discuss your interpretations of Nagito at any moment)

[daresayhber]

I drew over that mobster Yakko sketch I did the other day and made a few edits, and I think it looks dope as hell

With and without background just for fun

[allmyhomieshateadam]

Catboy reki for your troubles

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hi i'm Emo about the finale

[galaxybrownies]

@buttercupsticksntricks Thank so you so much!!!!!! They came in great condition and I already love them a lot!!!! You’re awesome!

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Clerith Moodboard: “The wound is the place where the light enters you.” x

[lsoh-fandomstuck]

We’re open for business!

[kiwicatdraws]

sketchin

[kiwicaitlin]

Hiiii I was tagged by @suchfestiveverywow to post my favourite selfies of 2017 yay

(I take like 0 selfies so these were basically the only ones I could find and then I took the last one just now so I had more)

Idk who wants to post selfies but I’ll tag the people from the vvo team because yeah

[darter-blue]

So- I’ve been going through your blog for a few weeks now and reading your fics, but I just watched Endgame. I watched it yesterday and I need some comfort fics where it’s soft and the boys are in love because I feel attacked by the Russos and extremely disappointed 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 any fics you can recommend for a poor lost soul????

Hey there gorgeous Nonnie,

Oh, endgame will leave you in a nasty place for sure, but yes honey, I have a few fics that will put you right.

Here is a little list of fluffy fun for you, read and get your happy stucky vibes back. And let's pretend that other nonsense never existed, shall we? Good bub.

Becs fluffy recs:

they're gonna send us to prison for jerks by napricot

This is mostly inspired by this tumblr post and Sebastian Stan's hilarious look for I, Tonya in general. This was supposed to be a short lolzy undercover/mistaken identity type thing, but whoops. Now it's 24k of lolz and feelings!

Effects of Obliteration by geneticallydead

I wanted to write a Winter Soldier recovery fic, but with some kind of spin where there isn't the inherent angst of the Soldier, you know, trying to flat out murder Steve on several occasions.

So um, ta da?

*throws fic at you and runs*

Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail by MusingsOnBuckyBarnes, owlet

The mission resets abruptly, from objective: kill to objective: protect

(Always rec this fic for comfort reading)

Sweater Weather by odetteandodile

hi all, i was in the mood for some lighthearted fall-themed shrunkyclunks and here's where we ended up!

enjoy some awkward flirting, banter, puppy-eyes, and fluffs.

The Right Wrong Number by giselleslash

Steve's one night stand blows him off with a wrong number, which just happens to be Bucky's number...

Steve Rogers. Cheerfully Slutty. by relenafanel

Steve Rogers. Cheerfully Slutty. But not going to take your shit about it.

Bucky Barnes. Voted most likely to fall in love first.

Red Carpet Rescue Mission by darter_blue

Just in case you, like me, are in the mood for adorable stucky shenanigans, I present this little bit of fun, based on the cutest anecdote I've heard in forever:

Irish presenter, Angela Scanlon, doesn't recognise Steven Spielberg at the BAFTA's

Subliminal Advertising by Kalee60

Hello and welcome to this absolute ridiculous story 

This came about from an actual visit to the supermarket when I not so proudly caught myself staring at a very nice looking man who may have had a wonderful shoulder to waist ratio that made me think of Steve... 

Love in Aisle Four by ixalit

When Bucky needs to swing by the supermarket after a long, hard day of work, the last thing he expects is to meet a cute grocery clerk named Steve…

When you say nothing at all by becassine

Sometimes the best conversations are never spoken aloud.

aka Bucky remembers some of his & Steve's more memorable kisses throughout their years.

Compatible - A Romantic Science Fiction Thriller in Four Parts by the1918

This fic was born into the world as a disgusting, smutty PWP plot bunny full of every a/b/o trope in the book. Then I watched it accidentally grow a plot and even sprout some world building. I apologize for what I have created.

night by the_gods_wife

Ch. 1: Steve and Bucky have to work together to neutralize a threat.

Ch. 2: Bucky is forced to defuse a tense situation

Stucky Tumblr Drabbles by TrekChik

A collection of Stucky drabbles, really a series of Meet-Cutes with an occasional high-context relationship, all about 1000 words or less.

Crash and Burn by HaniTrash

When you're the most feared assassin in the international spy world, who happens to also be an Omega, it's not exactly easy to scrounge up a willing partner. After all, everyone assumes you're an Alpha based on your size and generally grumpy nature. The website is an online matching service that seemed doubtful to his skeptical mind, but all he's looking for is a cock to ride out his heats with instead of doing all the work himself. Should be simple enough, right?

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There you go nonnie, lots of juicy fun fluff and smut for you to sink your teeth into. As always, mind the ao3 tags and ratings and enjoy!!!

[frestoniia]

What kind of advice would you give to first-time rp'ers on tumblr?

▹ Okay so full disclosure, there are probably people way more qualified to give this sort of advice than I am. I'm really kinda just makin this shit up as I go tbh. For general RP etiquette, I'd recommend reading this post here, since it explains the most important things a lot better than I could.

That being said, a lot of these are gonna boil down to mostly a personal preference, but I still think they're a good rule of thumb for most people to keep in mind, especially newbies.

Accessibility over Aesthetics. Now, 'accessibility' means different things to different people, so I'm not gonna pretend that there's a one-size-fits-all solution to this conundrum. However, when setting up your blog, it's important that everything is easy to find and easy to read. I'm not saying you shouldn't use fancy graphics or small fonts-- trust me, I totally get wanting everything to look aesthetically pleasing. But it's an rp blog, not a scavenger hunt. I find that having a mobile-friendly alternative to your important pages is a good compromise in this regard.

Try to make your rules clear and concise. By all means, elaborate on your rules as much as you need to. However, in my experience, people rarely read through the entirety of someone's rules page the first time, especially if it's super lengthy. I'm not saying long rules pages are bad, but I do think that being brief, yet comprehensive is a good way to ensure no important points are glossed over.

Try to have your pages set up before you start following people. This is really more of a personal preference, I think. Before I decide to follow a blog, I always make sure to read their pages (whether they're an oc or a canon character). But if there are no pages for me to read, not only will I not follow, but I'm definitely not gonna remember to go back and check again later. I'm not saying everything has to be 100% finished, but having the general information available from the get-go would be ideal.

Don't be pushy. I understand it can be disheartening when people won't follow you back, or don't show as much enthusiasm as you do. Trust me, I get it. And I know it's a lot easier to say 'just don't take it personally' than it is to actually not take it personally. But you won't be doing yourself any favors by pestering people or getting on their case about it. Don't unfollow and then re-follow to try and get their attention (admittedly I've done this in the past, but those were all accidents. My memory is just Bad and I sometimes forget whether or not I've already followed someone whoops), and accept that not everyone is going to want to write with you. Nor are you obligated to write with anyone you don't want to.

Don't be afraid to unfollow/block people. For any reason. Personally, I soft-block whenever I want to actually unfollow a mutual (blocking and then quickly un-blocking them so they're no longer following my blog), that way they know it was intentional. Goodness knows I've accidentally unfollowed people when I didn't mean to, thanks to tumblr's shitty layout. But yeah, you're allowed to block and/or unfollow people, and you don't owe anyone an explanation. Yes, it sucks when it happens to you, and it can leave you wondering what you did wrong. But the sooner you remember that we're all losers writing on the internet for fun and none of this shit actually matters, the happier you will be.

[big-ol-gay-disaster]

Late night All Might!