#i also sometimes feel like im the only one putting in effort and trying

[cerealmonster15]

i forgot grunt meant like henchman or whatever for a second i thought they were like yeah leonas bitch ass grunts and growls are partial proof to savanaclaw being an athletic leaning dorm lol

[lenaswritingandstuff]

Christmas memories ~ Tom Riddle x wife!reader (Drabble)

Requested: No

Pairing: Tom Riddle x wife!reader

Summary: As you watch your child open her Christmas gifts, Tom reveals a memory from years ago.

Word count: 652

Warnings: mentions of a lonely childhood; English is not my first language

A/N: Haven't posted in a while, hope those who celebrate it had/are having a wonderful Christmas full of love and warmth! Sending lot of love and a big hug to those who are alone, or feel lonely despite being being wiith other people. I love you guys <3 To those who don't celebrate, hope y'all are doing well too! Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Sorry for the typos. Hope you enjoy it!

Tag list: : @helendeath @im-jesus @wolfyychan @blocked-zombieartist

“Mummy, this is the biggest one!”

“It is, darling. Go ahead.”

You took a sip of your hot chocolate as you watched your five years-old daughter excitedly open her last gift - which was the biggest one under the Christmas tree - in your living room, which soon revealed to be an enchanted doll’s house. Your daughter let out a loud gasp, which made you smile, and as you turned to look at your husband, who was standing against a wall, you could see that, despite trying to hide it, he was smiling too. 

“This is the one I wanted!” your daughter exclaimed happily, looking at you both with a great, adorable smile.

“Santa just knows everything, doesn’t he!” 

You heard your husband chuckle. You put your cup on the table and got up from the couch. 

“Alright, sweetheart, let’s put all your new toys in your room, shall we?”

You grabbed your wand, agitated it, and a second later, all the toys your daughter unwrapped minutes ago started levitating in the air before going upstairs in her room.

“Can I go play with them, please?” your daughter asks.

“Sure thing, darling.”

“Yay!”

Your daughter ran upstairs, and you shook your head with fondness. 

“I’m glad she liked everything,” you turned to your husband.

“Well, ‘Santa’ just happened to always be on point when it comes to gifts.”

You smiled, but suddenly anxiety came into your body.

“But did you like yours?” you asked.

It was always tricky to get gifts for Tom, because he would say he didn’t “need” anything, and the only thing he liked was books - which he bought himself all year. But this year, you decided to take risks and offer him not only books, but also clothes - black or grey, obviously -, some material to take care of his wand, some expensive quills, and a black ring. As he opened every one of them, he commented on the quality of the gift or its appearance, and made sure to kiss you as he said “Thank you, darling.”. But despite being with Tom for several years and knowing him for even more, his feelings were sometimes still  a mystery to you. 

His gaze softened, and he approached you, taking your hand in his. 

“Of course, love. I know I’m not easy to give gifts to, but trust that I appreciate the thought, and I know and appreciate the effort you made to make sure I liked them.” He hesitated before continuing, “Actually, as our child opened her gifts, it made me remember the gift you gave me on Christmas during our first year.” 

 You raised your eyebrow in disbelief, and suddenly the image of a much smaller and younger version of Tom and you during your first year at Hogwarts came to you. You remembered the nervousness you had felt while giving him your gift, his confusion as he took it and opened it, and his unsure, quiet, yet somehow sincere “Thank you.”. You two didn’t know it back then, but it was the beginning of something that would only grow. 

“You remember it?” you asked. 

“Of course.” His dark eyes changed, revealing a deeper feeling, and he looked at the ground for a second. “I still have it, and still cherish it.” 

You smiled, “It wasn’t much, just something made by an eleven year old to a friend she cared about.”

“It was the first gift someone ever got me.”

You felt your heart break, just like every time you were reminded of Tom’s lonely, loveless childhood - and all the Christmas he had spent in that orphanage without warmth, love, and people who cared about him. 

“And it won’t be the last,” you smiled teasingly.

“I sure hope so.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist, putting your head on his chest, and he wrapped his own arms around your shoulders.

“You’ll never be alone, you know that?”

“I know.”

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[gotham-daydreams]

i had a really random idea that activated a neuron in my head and wanted to share here if that's ok— neglected!reader and friend!reader crossover. increased angst potentials, increased relationship struggles.

idk if it's just me, but the cold knowledge and sudden realization that your family was only ever interacting with you to use you as a means of getting close to their original target (who i will be assuming is a friend of yours)? you should be feeling glad that they're finally, *finally* interacting with you, but it just makes you feel more sick. they talk to you, but never want to talk about *you,* if that makes sense, always their target. half-hearted attempts to try and be more discreet, but you can tell they really just want to probe out info about your friend from you. perhaps this even cements your belief that "oh. they're never going to care for me the way i used to care for them."?? im sick i will explode and become atoms for this hypothetical reader's sake. leaving them, and the family realization that in their own selfish goals, they lost something more valuable. only makes sense for them to get it back.

but perhaps it can also be them originally them trying to again, use you as a bridge between said target, only to become more obsessed with you somewhere down the line of continuous interactions. idk lots of thoughts here i am happy big and mentally normal about these giant group of costumed losers !!

I am in love with this idea... especially because you can do it both ways (with the reader either being a part of the fam, or just a 'friend' of one of the Batfam members that they kinda forgot about until now)!

I'll go into Acquaintance! Reader later, so for now I'll focus more on this other neglected sib reader :]

Can you imagine how absolutely heartbreaking finding out that they're just talking with you to get something out of you, at first? Like, okay, maybe reader is suspicious at first, of course, because why the hell is the family starting to acknowledge their existence now? Was it something they did? Something that caught the family's attention? Etc., etc., but the point is that maybe with a little effort and too little time, they begin to have a little hope. They began to think that the family actually cares about them now.

Like yeah, sure, they kind of dismiss their questions when the reader tries to bring up the changes and why things couldn't be like this before, and have an odd habit of giving short answers and moving onto other topics concerning their friend when the reader, again, tries to press even a little bit more for answers or responses, but that's just how it is, right?

It's nothing personal... the reader knows that, and even if it hurts sometimes, it's nothing to worry about, right? Besides, they wanted this... didn't they? They wanted to be noticed, to finally have the family's attention, to have something and they're finally getting that! They should be happy, grateful even... and they are! But... is it so selfish to want more? To want the family and some of their siblings to even be a little interested in the things they do? Instead of just asking about their friend all the time?

Maybe the reader even gets a little jealous, envious, even, as this goes on but I can see them being content with little. Ultimately a little scared to ruin a good thing, and to ruin this for themselves... even if it definitely doesn't feel as good as they had hoped it would be oh so long ago.

... And then, they figure out the truth. Either from overhearing some members of the family talking about it, other friend of theirs points it out/puts that idea into their head, or they just... notice it. Hell, all three of those things could happen - with the reader knowing on some subconscious level that things aren't as they seem and that the family is definitely trying to get something out of them (a thought they had at first, that didn't fully go away), and another friend of theirs (that the fam isn't going crazy over) sort of points out that it looks like the batfam is just using them to get to whoever (and maybe the reader dismisses it at first, but that moment only further plants that idea into their head), and the reader keeps noticing all of these little things from that moment and onward... only for everything to come crumbling down once they finally overhear that conversation.

Once they hear some of the members discussing what they should ask the reader, how they should go about it, and hell - maybe for the irony of it all, maybe even joking about the reader finding out about their little 'ploy'. Even going so far as to laugh and say how the reader will never find out because they're too stupid, too desperate to even really entertain the idea to its fullest. How even if they do think so... well, they can just string poor little reader along and distinguish the idea before it even becomes a problem. How they could use that to just further rope the reader in, and make them feel guilty until they forget all about the very idea of the family just using them... further securing themselves to be one of - if not the only - closest people to the reader, and therefore, much closer to their fixation.

It's... more than just heartbreaking for the reader, but not quite world shattering either. It's some odd in between feeling that hurts all the same. They knew, sure, and they always had the suspicion- but it fucking hurts.

Somehow, knowing hurts more in that moment - just the reader knowing and having their suspicions confirmed hurts worse than anything they've ever felt. It doesn't quite feel like betrayal, or maybe it does - they aren't sure, but at the same time that description doesn't feel quite right. Though that's because they feel partially at fault. Like they did this to themselves, and they do feel guilty, but for only putting themself through this.

They should've known better. They should've listened to their gut. They should've never let this happen- they are at fault as much as the family is...

But can they fully blame themself? They got a glimpse of what it was like to be part of the family. A glimpse into the life they always wanted... could they really blame themself for taking that chance when they saw it? For trying to seize that opportunity even if it was never really there? Could they blame themselves for trying to look past all the signs, because they too wanted something out of it? Because they just wanted to be part of the family that badly, even if it was all a lie?

It hurts, and the reader leaves quietly. They don't burst into the room and confront everyone - no, they just walk away. Too consumed in their own grief and feelings to do much else besides that. I imagine that they don't even make it to their room, and hell, maybe one of the other Batfam members find them, but just looking at them makes the reader cry harder.

If they literally run away from the person, or not, is really up to interpretation at the moment, but either way they manage to find some alone time to themselves, and just... let it all out. The reader, in that moment, allows themself to grieve over the lose of a family they never had, and after all is said and done, I can imagine that they try to distance themselves- but are smart in how they do so.

The reader tries to get the family closer to their friend, while also limiting the amount of the the reader is actually around both the friend and the family. Basically just trying to put everyone in a position where they don't need a middleman - where the reader doesn't have to be involved anymore, and basically just... giving the reader an opportunity to truly distance themself from the family.

Sure, the reader might still try to hang out with the family's current fixation, but I can see them be willing to sacrifice time with that person just to further get away. It hurts to do it, and they don't want to, but they figure that, with enough time, once the family chills the fuck out, they'll hopefully be able to sort of go back to how things were. If not? Then... well, they'll just have to learn how to live with that, and they hope that their friend can forgive them.

Don't get me wrong, I could totally see the reader trying to find ways to get their friend out of the position, but the batfam is one tricky foe.. so they settle for what they can, but maybe they're still trying to do what they can. (Or maybe they think that this is the best course of action since... well, maybe they overheard some other talks afterwards? Who knows)

It could also be that, through the reader's attempt to leave, and them trying to eliminate themself from the equation entirely could be a huge turning point for the Batfam in terms of them turning yandere (aka, if they weren't yan before, they definitely are now. and those that are, are even worse than before). A real "you don't know what you had until it's gone" kinda deal, and it's gotta be hilarious to see the fam just scramble for something, and to kind of 'catch' the reader until they're truly gone... which, to add to the humor- the reader is probably already trying to move out of Gotham by that time LMAO

[colossrat]

Anyone interested in the superficial lives of Gotham's socialites knows what a chicken Bruce Wayne is. This is a persona that Bruce puts a lot of effort into as no one would think that a playboy like him would be Batman, he's too busy kissing and making bad jokes with hot people.

That said, he is careful not to repeat the people he spends a night with. He makes mental notes to only be seen in public with this person again after a semester maybe

But one day, he finds himself forced to attend a party alone. The women he planned to flirt with and appear in front of the paparazzi just did not show up and he finds himself needing to pull someone to his side. He watches every corner of the room intently, looking for people he hasn't hung out with in the last six months, only for his eyes to be reluctantly locked on an oddly familiar, yet unfamiliar man.

This would be Clark Kent aka Superman, disguised as a high society figure looking for information from Lex Luthor and perhaps some gossip for the daily planet. Changing his posture, clothes, a fake earring and wig he SURPRISINGLY passes off very well as a shy playboy who has a lot of money but little attitude.

Outcome? After Bruce stares at Clark for 20 minutes mentally cursing himself while trying to remember WHERE he could know that guy, his mind suddenly wanders to memories of another strong man with a jaw as sharp as his, and he subtly finds himself thinking, "He kind of looks like Superman...?" and then once again “I never got with him? Strange” because IN FACT he has already effectively flirted with all the gay bi pan or any men from Gotham's high society who would subtly remind him of his co-worker.

Clark, breaking into a cold sweat (not really) thinking that Bruce Wayne was suspicious of him because of his farm boy attitude, begins to sweat even colder (not really) when the prince of Gotham approaches with a charismatic smile  and an extra drink, sticking to himself for the rest of the night with stupidly bad but very effective flirting. He finds himself laughing awkwardly as Bruce eats him with his eyes from head to toe.

But no matter how much Wayne flirted with that guy, making him blush, laughing like an idiot with those hands without knowing where to stop, he couldn't get ONE PHOTO. Clark was just very good at turning his face away at the right time, or covering up, hiding like a little mouse. Bruce thought it was strangely cute, but MY GOD, what's the harm in letting yourself be part of a little gossip? He needed an alibi that he was at that party before going around like Batman beating up some bad guys, but Kent wasn't cooperating at all. None of his photos would be in any gossip magazine if they weren't newsworthy like “Bruce Wayne caught swapping spit with mysterious playboy from Gotham”

Normally it wouldn't be that difficult for him, normally it wouldn't be difficult at all. This made him strangely motivated and curious about his new friend. However, he was never really able to find out more, as Clark left the party in the blink of an eye when he heard some crimes nearby.

In the end, Bruce had to cause a scene by pretending to be drunk to get the flashes in his direction. Nothing that showing your underwear while taking a shower in a decorative fountain won't solve.

This happened and months passed, to this day Bruce feels stupid for not having gotten that man's contact, also wondering how he disappeared from the face of Gotham since he never saw him again. But he wasn't a villain or informant since nothing happened in any way related to that party after that. So he wasn't a bad guy? Who was he???

Sometimes he thinks about it before going to sleep, losing the will and going to spend three hours in the Batcave researching the socialites who have already set foot in Gotham and trying to find this handsome man that he couldn't figure out.

im sleepy so maybe this is messy

[zzencat]

Why Am I So Hard On Myself? - Timeless ⏳

Breathe and choose. Left to right.

Kinda doing this one on a whim but figured it could help anyone who needs to be heard and have their doubts or feelings validated. You’re not alone. Does it say anything else about you?

TO ENHANCE ACCURACY BEFORE CHOOSING: Clear your mind. Time is now patient and still. Close your eyes, inhale deeply, fill your chest up to the fullest, feel the soft air brush up against the ridges of your nose. Breathe out.

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Pile 1 | “no matter how hard i try…”

somehow, something always goes wrong. you always try to salvage what you can, picking up the pieces and trying to make the most of the situation, but maybe the timing is shit, or it isn’t met up to standard. plans ruined, connections gone, opportunities lost. even when all you do is try and try. you might even think “why is this even happening? im only breathing”

small note: while shuffling, it was going pretty nicely then cards started flying out of my hands like fliers on a windy day. it’s a small thing, but to me, it has to do with having constant roadblocks and inconveniences, and that maybe you feel like you’re at your last straw sometimes

you want to be seen for your efforts. at least some acknowledgment that someone knows, sees, and understands that you’re trying. someone to hear you out for once and take you seriously, even if none of what you’d done or contributed has worked before. just acknowledgment would be enough. maybe you’re the only one who recognizes your efforts.

i think you struggle with maintaining career, friendships, or really anything, in general. the foundations laid out might’ve been risky or unstable to begin with so you could question why things don’t last for you. a part of you expects the heartbreak to happen.

it’s crazy bc in this pile, there’s so much…optimism and hope (that might be dying out or feels like it has already) that one day something will work out

your heart isn’t completely closed and you’ll still have it open to accept things, even when you think it shouldn’t. this is what makes you a stronger person. it opens a wide range of doors for you, whether you know it or not. don’t give up.

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Pile 2 | “look out!”

you’re so used to prioritizing others and putting yourself last. bc of this, you could’ve missed out on many things and lost opportunities

you have a big heart and hella good energy — an abundance of it — but for some reason, it’s rarely spent on yourself

you feel like it’s your responsibility, all of it — to run or lead things, as if it’s all in your hands. to take over when things are about to fall apart. who made it your responsibility to carry the burdens of others? what happens then if they don’t reciprocate or return the same generosity?

all of this energy is being redirected to the wrong places when you should be thinking about yourself too. how can you help others when you can’t even help yourself? how about your own dreams and goals? you’re human too, so you need the care and support as well. your energy doesn’t just grow on trees. put yourself high on your own list. make yourself a priority for once. book a spa day and have someone else take over for the day.

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Pile 3 | *whistling*

for this pile, it seems to be more family related, where your pursuits, outlooks, or the way you treat yourself is how you were treated growing up. there’s some connection to pile 2 as well, so there could be some messages in pile 2 for you if it caught your eye

parent(s)/caretakers put a lot of pressure on you with crazy expectations or nitpicking, sometimes maybe even emotional manipulation like guilt tripping

there’s a need to take more charge in your life, especially in the creative and emotional corners of it, and also to create more meaningful and deep connections

some people in this pile might be easily defensive as well too. in this lifetime, you’re gonna learn to put your guard down, bc perhaps you’d grown up feeling trapped and forced into a mold you didn’t belong in

you could struggle with emotional commitment or generally sticking to one thing. there are probably too many things you wanna do or end up trying at least once. relationships might not last too long. there could even be a subconscious fear that you won’t be able to meet someone else’s emotional needs or standards.

you’re very spontaneous and prob get bored easily. also prob struggled academically (ex: having a hard time understand in subjects, sticking to one thing/constantly changing interests or majors, feeling trapped, giving up)

you’re lowkey a perfectionist. perhaps you’re never satisfied bc you grew up with that kind of dissatisfaction on yourself, likely by adults or maybe just things you’d picked up from adolescence

at some point, you might reflect back and feel disappointed in yourself, even if you’d just had the time of your life. it seems like this pile indulges in more superficial activities/substances to fill in the void in that chest

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ending teddy note: hey guys! been a while but here’s a pac for ya!! i think this is a great pac if you don’t have someone to acknowledge the potential issues going on in your life. thank you for taking the time to read this and i really hope you enjoy it! rmr to take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. ciao!! :P

i would appreciate the feedback! lemme know what you got or think in the comments or reblogs 🦾

- The Tedster

[bamboobooshark]

YOUR WADE WILSON X READER STUFF IS SO PERFECT OMG IM EATING IT UP FRFR

WADE WILSON X READER

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮ DOODLES : 580 WRDS

<RATING: PG-13, SOME LANGUAGE>

A/N : HI ANON TYSM FOR THE COMPLIMENT!!! I really am greatful that you and many others have enjoyed my Wade content so much. Also, hey, so could you possibly guess what happens in this? Could youuuu? It’s about Wade being curious about your self-drawn “tattoos”. I swear it’ll make more sense when you read it!!!

You’re lounging around in your bed like you have been all day. Wade lies next to you while playing some random game on his phone. It’s pretty quiet; the only noises in the room are you and Wade’s breathing and his game. His breaths are more quick and sharp, while yours are shallow and slow. He groans loudly and whines as per usual. “I died again, babe! Can you believe it?” he asks dramatically as he puts his phone down on his nightstand. You crack a small smile that only convinces him to continue. He makes his way to lay his head on your stomach, never ceasing his whining. “Why don’t you care? Why won’t you coddle me like I deserve?” he pouts, putting on his usual act when he wants attention. Wade’s efforts succeed when you let out a soft chuckle and move your arm down to rub his textured chest gently. He lets out an unnecessarily loud sigh before letting his eyes gently close. “Better?” you ask with a smile. "Oh, you bet your ass this is better,” he confirms while leaning into you more by the second.

When Wade opens up his eyes, he stares at your arm in confusion, then up at you. He looks back and forth between them a few times before questioning you. “What’s up with the ink all over your arms, pumpkin? You mapping out some tattoos you wanna get?” You shrug in response. “I just got bored earlier. They’re nothing really,” you tell him sheepishly, slightly embarrassed that he’s so focused on them. His fingers gently trace the set marks on your skin with an intrigued look in his eyes. You feel your cheeks warm more; he’s rarely this careful and quiet with you. You’re so used to him squeezing, pinching, and sometimes gently biting you. His fingers continue to trace the lines as if he were drawing them himself. His hand moves to hold your forearm to get a better look at the doodles. He lets out a curious ‘hmm’ while squinting at your arm. “Oh,” he exclaims while smiling. “These would be really fun to color in,” he says in a tone that begs you to let him. You nod in agreement to his suggestion. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” you sigh to him, and he smiles so hard you see his teeth showing.

Wade stays intrigued for the next few hours with coloring on your stick, trying his best to stay inside the lines because, according to him, if you’re going to allow him to color your “sacred silken skin,” then he should at least try to make it look nice. He bites his bottom lip into his mouth and hums for a moment. “Why did you make this one so detailed?” he grunts. “I don’t know. I told you I was just bored. I didn’t expect to end up with you trying to color in every little doodle,” you chuckled while watching him work inside the lines. “You better make these easier to color next time you draw all over yourself,” he mumbles while pouting. “Do you ever stop complaining?” you ask him as a joke. He gasps and squeezes your forearm a bit. “Will you ever stop giving me reasons to complain?” he sasses back. You widen your eyes as you realize he makes a good argument. “Whatever,” you groan in response. He chuckles sweetly as he finishes coloring in the doodle he’d been fussing about, moving on to the next one.

[multiheadcanons]

GO ON A WALK WITH THE MERCS

scout: scout has a daily jog soon after he wakes up and completes his morning routine. he never misses it. not a long one, by any means, just a couple laps around the base. enough to stretch his legs for the day and make the excuse “i worked out today im tired” valid in a limited sense. anyone is free to join, though scout’s jog is their run. sometimes they join him, though. soldier greatly enjoys it. even just getting to take the run for fun. if others join scout, he will slow down. not much, but enough to let others feel included.

soldier: scout’s speed impresses soldier so intensely that he has taken to doubling the amount of laps scout jogs around the base. so he’ll not only take scout’s morning jog, he’s taking an evening sprint as well. by the final lap, in the light of dusk, he is struggling. but he knows he will only get better. he just has to commit to it. but that last lap just kicks his ass every time. it probably doesn’t help that he’s always adding another lap when he’s able to complete a lap without feeling like his chest is about to implode.

pyro: pyro is not willingly running anywhere. you can go on a lovely walk in the park, or take a nice short hike with pyro. please go on hikes with pyro! they enjoy getting lost in nature! but pyro is only running if they need to run, and frankly you have them so fucked up if you think they’re going to run with you. you could propose a hearty skip, and they’ll indulge you in a skip, but if you try to shift from skipping to a run, they are slowing back down to a walk. you're not gonna trick them into a run, and frankly, with pyro, you should only run if you are actively running from something. because that lets them know that it's time to turn and fight.

demo: demo will go on a jog every once in a while, but will normally just join pyro for a hike if nobody else will. even then, demo is more of a 'walk around on a freshly paved sidewalk or the world's most packed dirt road in a perfect 68-72 degrees fahrenheit' and less of a 'death march until failure' or 'run at a full sprint for essentially any amount of time for no good reason' type of guy. but he is more than happy to go on a casual walk with you. if he has access to a camera, he'll stop to take pictures every once in a while.

heavy: look that man dead in his eyes and ask him with a straight face to go on a jog with you. he's only saying yes if he really... really likes you. and even then, he doesn't move very fast! so if you literally just want to go at a pace slightly faster than a slow walk, he is more willing to do so. do not pick up the pace and leave him behind or he will not agree to it again. also an enjoyer of hikes, but he means a real hike. where you move and don't stop until you fear you'll collapse. it puts him in a meditative state.

engineer: engineer occasionally gets the hair up his ass to go on a jog every once in a while, but he is most certainly not running for long, and he's not running often. he's built more for endurance than he is explosive energy like that. a nice, brisk jog? he can enjoy that! he can crank out a solid two miles at a consistent jogging pace. don't ask him to then crank it up to a run. that will quarter the amount of energy that he has to spare to moving his legs.

medic: the doctor is deceivingly in shape; and can easily keep up. he's done quite well with understanding his body, and knowing what he's physically capable of and what he shouldn't be attempting unless he has a gun pointed at his head. and this old dog isn't learning any new tricks. but he's happy to show you what he's got. chances are, he will probably not only outrun you, but he will outlast you in his run with little more than a sweat. and he won't say anything about it if he pushes himself this far, but he feels that shit in his knees when he stops.

sniper: sniper will go on a jog, run or walk with you if you ask him to. and he can keep up with little effort. unless you are scout, or an olympic level sprinter who exclusively runs everywhere you go, snipes has no issue keeping up with you quite well. he's got egregiously long legs, and he's no stranger to running around the rugged outback. hell, he might even take off his shoes and feel the grass on his feet if you take him on a trail. but he's happy to also just go on a walk. he is malleable, he will go until you're ready to stop.

spy: do not ask this man to go on a run with you. he will refuse. he will only run if he has a reason to run, and with the invis watch, he hardly ever has a reason to run places anymore. he's occasionally willing to join demo on one of his rare walks on freshly paved sidewalk on the perfect 68-72 degree fahrenheit day, but those are rare in the new mexico wasteland. but occasionally, he'll be up in time to watch scout, and whoever may decide to join him, take their morning jogs. it's like he's running vicariously through them. he feels the hypothetical wind on his face.

[palmanatomy]

sometimes i see a fic with a really cool premise and im excited to read it and then i open it and see tim drake being a fucking pushover depressed loser whos all like "im sorry for making jason feel like i was a replacement :(((" or "my parents neglected me my whole life im so lonely :(((" or the worst one imo "i have no friends no one wants to be friends with poor loser me :((((" and his whole personality revolves around Jason and Damian trying to kill him like once and im just filled with an unimaginable amount of rage.

like bro does not care. istg he does not gaf. the amount of people that try to kill him that he ends up befriending is crazy. bros doing fine, hes not losing sleep over the fact that a 10 year old cut a wire or some shit like 5 years ago. bro does not mention jason once in robin 1993 after jason broke into titans tower. he even helped jason break out of prison he did not care.

also are we forgetting how jack was present for almost the entirety of robin 1993? are we forgetting how jack and dana kept putting in effort to be closer to tim but he kept running away? literally. he runs off to paris once without telling anyone but dick and then he helps with a revolution in another country and comes back like nothing happens. during the clench, he just dipped on his dad and didnt tell him anything. what about when he moves to keystone and gets wally to run him back to gotham so he can be with Steph when she has the baby without telling anyone. Gotham, which is also like an active warzone lowkey. he also went missing like right after in no mans land when he was in the city and only told his dad where he was after killer croc almost killed him. and then he became the poster child for the movement to reunite gotham with the us or some shit and meets the president and has a military grade extraction. And then at brentwood he went missing AGAIN bc he got kidnapped by some fish to be fed to its newborn babies. Like Jack was trying, it was just that tim kept running away. like ALL THE TIME. Also he was a single dad that was dealing with his wifes death, a failing business, and all the other shit that happens in gotham. Jack only found out about robin because tim was like depressed bc he thought he killed someone and he was trying to figure out what was wrong and why he was so evasive.

As for the no friends antisocial thing, oh boy. As a hero, hes literally got connections with everyone. You need magical help? He'll call up the shadow pact. You need military assistance? the veteran and his team of military legacies can prolly help. Even as a civillian, you got cult leader Danny Temple, you got religous leader of Dhabar Ali Ben Khadir, you got Warlocks daughter Darla Aquista/Laura Fell. Like istg my boys got friends. As a civillian, we have Ives, Carrie, Ariana (dated but still friends), Ali Ben Khadir, Kip, Buzz, Star (girl who taught him to skate), his alcoholic roomate i forgot the name of at Brentwood, Darla, Bernard, Zoanne, that rich guy he got kidnapped with. literally not to mention all the people telling him that he should ditch the nerds and hang out with them, which he doesnt do because he isnt desperate for friends. Also, before robin he was still strong. My man flipped a guy over his shoulder in a lonely place of dying. I think. Maybe. I haven't read it a while but I know he fought some people at the circus that made Dick impressed and he was 13. He would not get bullied. He did martial arts and he said it like 50 times to Bruce to convince him.

Anyway. This was meant to be a short post. Idk. I get carried away when people talk about tim. Yes, he is a loser. But everyone loves him. He gets bitches (Ariana, Steph, Darla, Zoanne, Tam, Bernard, not to mention all the guys he had a kinda homoerotic relationship with before he came out (cough cough Kon)) He is a loser, but not pathetic. he is an atheletic, nerdy, funny, smartass who pulls without even trying and mostly by accident. Please read comics guys.

[yanfeisty]

I wonder how funny it would be seeing Zhongli x Reader x Neuvillette and how their territorial instincts would come out randomly and they would almost fight each other to the death before they stop themselves and they're like wait im sharing my lover with them. I cannot attack them or else lover = sad

Honestly, I don’t really imagine them fighting because they are so well mannered and all, but there is definitely some tensions in there but let’s see that. Content warnings: none.⠀⠀Thanks for the request, hope you’ll enjoy !⠀⠀ ︵ ⠀⠀ ̼

⠀‣ Zhongli, Neuvillette

These two are from different lands with jobs they are dedicated to, and therefore they can’t travel much, which is convenient because this means they don’t see each other and can fully enjoy your presence alone. However, this also means that you need to travel between nations and leave one of them to see the other. It’s a pity, but they understand, and they also don’t want you to worry since this relationship is already strainful.

You don’t notice it because you’re mortal, but there’s a sort of competition between the two, they can smell the scent of the other on you and despite being well composed, it kind of awake something within them, the need to remove that scent from you and replace it with their. They’ll get more clingier than usual, like asking if they can hold your hand whether it’s in outdoor or indoor, or giving hugs when you’re already close to them and make them last a bit longer than it should.

Sometimes, you’re able to get them in the same room with a bit of forcing with Neuvillette to go outside, and convincing Zhongli to go see him. They’ll keep throwing side-eyes at each other’s while staying still in their chair, and when you try to discuss with them, one won’t take part of the conversation if he sees the other is already in it, unless you ask a question to him directly—yes, it’s very awkward. They think they’re subtle but they really ain’t, anyone walking by can feel the tension, especially you.

“This tea is wonderful!” You exclaimed as the hot drink fills your throat with multiple flavors, going to the tea shop was a good idea that you thought since everyone could enjoy it and it gave you a subject of conversation to talk about. You gave a look to the two persons to your left and right as a hope for a response from them, knowing they always had interesting things to say even when it’s about drink. “I agree, this tea shop uses an old traditional technique, the process demands lots of patience and care but the result is worth it.” You nodded and smiled to Zhongli’s explanation, then you looked at the other direction. “And what about you, Neuvillette?” “Oh. Yes, it is a wonderful taste indeed.” He nodded while looking at his tea. “…”

You don’t expect them to like each other, but at least hope they could act normally without this feeling of distance. Not only that but there are times were they would throw implicit critical comments about each other’s, “You’re going to spend time with the usurpe- I mean, Mr Zhongli?” It gets tiring, this doesn’t feel like a relationship which makes you disappointed, and they can feel it.

They’ll realise how unwise they acted and will try to make efforts for you, even if it takes a long time, trying to restrict their natural instincts. Eventually, they’ll act more casual when the three of you are together, and when they put their differences aside they find common traits and linking they have which makes you think that in another life they would have been really good friends. Say bye to the awkward silence and hi to the long never ending conversations between the two on Liyue water.

‘𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓔𝐍𝐃  Please don’t copy/translate and don’t reblog with yand3r3 tags, also if you’re a yand3r3 blog/reblog account, or you’ll be blocked. Besides that, likes/reblogs/comments are appreciated. 

Would Neuvillette even know that Zhongli is an archon TT?

[foreverisntenough]

Fie’s Unsolicited Soliloquy

[I didn’t edit this so please ignore any errors or anything I didn’t articulate well ]

⸻

I know people likely will won’t read all of this but in any case, first, please know this isn’t a complaint or a cry for attention—just me trying be open and attempt to put words to the quiet weight I’ve been carrying.

(I also know I’ll inevitably get the usual array of messages saying this is more word salad, hate, calling me soft, unappreciative etc etc.. all the things nestled neatly in my inbox I try my best to ignore and not share with you all- but if you feel that way, please just do me a favor and keep moving because I’m in a really bad space atm)

Even so, I don’t know why I’m writing this at all to be even honest. —maybe because silence is starting to feel too loud, or because pretending I’m okay is starting to hurt more than admitting I’m not when I haven’t felt okay in a long, long time. Both on and offline. Maybe it’s also because I know it’s not what people ever want to read from me. But that’s kind of the point. I feel more like a generator than a human.

I want to be very clear—genuinely, wholeheartedly—I’m grateful for anyone who takes the time to read, to engage, to care. To connect with me. I see it. I feel it. And it means more than you probably know. This is not intended to dismiss the joy and love I have for you. And please know this is not accusatory nor a plea for all audiences. Because whether it’s 1 person or 10, i love you all for making me feel less alone. Like I said, this is merely just a rambling for a glance inside my mind and heart.

It’s not new but lately, I feel like an anchor rotting at the bottom of the ocean— not holding anything steady, feeling forgotten until someone wants something from me and reels me back up only to be tossed back in the water. It feels isolating despite the hours I spend trying to find connection. And this is likely my fault.

I try to write. To escape. To share work for people who might enjoy it but I often feel alone as the writer in opposition to a reader. To no one’s fault. I know I can never make everyone happy and that’s okay. But I try really hard to listen to my readers. I feel alone, like I’m a machine pliable to wishes and wants. I try so hard and to show up on my blog for my readers, for anyone . And sometimes I just hope maybe, someone will notice the part of me behind the words, the efforts, the human wanting connection.

I just know how easy it would be to disappear quietly. That thought follows me everywhere—soft, shadowed, familiar. I wonder if anyone would notice if I stopped. It appears in my life online / and offline. Not because people don’t care, but maybe because I’ve been naive, avoidant, accepting I’m just not going enough so I end up upsetting people for not doing what they want and when I do, I get nothing in return. I just almost feel invisible some days

I don’t blame anyone. It’s my work and it likely doesn’t merit the community or response I wish it did. I just don’t know how to be louder than my silence. I post and post, hours and hours of work, polish my words, pretending I’m fine. No one sees the mess behind the screen—the trembling hands, the quiet spiral, the days I forget how to be a person. I don’t want praise. I just want to feel real. Seen. Like I might matter even when I’m not packaging a narrative into something beautiful in the way people want to read like a machine made it.

Im feeling really depressed and discouraged. I feel I’m screaming into a room full of people who don’t hear me. And maybe that’s on me. Maybe I’ve made it too easy to miss. Maybe the work doesn’t merit a response. And that’s fair. It just all feels like I’m pathetic standing in static. That something I write might make someone pause but instead I’m met with an illusion of connection. That I’d matter—like Fie, not for reading in silence, but for the truth I’ve bled into these words.

I try really hard to run this blog—show up with words, to create something that matters. But it’s hard when I feel so I invisible and irrelevant.

Like I could vanish behind the screen and no one would even notice. Because someone else would fill the space It’s strange, the loneliness of being seen by many, but known by none. Like I could disappear behind a post—fade out behind my own words—There’s a particular ache in that, being digitally present but emotionally erased. Some would scroll past the absence like it was just another quiet day.

I remind myself to that It’s not a big deal. It’s only a blog after all. And while that’s true, my hurt is just as true.

I love to write, still, there’s a hollow ache I can’t seem to shake, a quiet question of whether I matter beyond delivering for others. I hope this doesn’t come across as a whiny complaint, rude, or a disregard for those that do support so often. I just feel really alone and it’s starting to take a toll on me.

If you’re reading this, thank you. I’m really trying to still be i’m here.

Please— take care of yourself. Even if it’s ugly. Even if no one notices. Even if you think no one cares. I do. Or maybe I just wish someone would.

[unlimitedhorsepower]

more of my tnb 80s redesigns, this time strongly referencing some relevant celebrities:) more under the cut

alright so, first of all, im doing my part in reducing the amount of pale blonde bright-eyed people in tnb. ryan is a bleach blonde instead of a natural blonde, and karina is blonde (and pale) only as blue rose.

my reasoning for ryan being a bottle blonde is that it fits his aesthetic and vibe and because he is designwise purposefully somewhere between kotetsu (dark hair) and barnaby (natural blonde), he can be the best of both worlds by having him bleach his hair and sometimes have dark roots

anyhow, karinas celebrity reference is brooke shields, who was a sensation as a child and was ridiculously sexualized from a very young age, so you can probably see how this relates to karina and her being blue rose (one of the more normal pictures of her from the 80s below)

also, i referenced some 80s madonna fits and ice skating outfits for her hero suit. like, you know, canonically she is supposed to be a sexy oldtimey nurse... her guns are syringes... shes wearing the nurse bonnet... yeah it doesnt make sense to me either.

tnb never really goes into karinas sexualization due to misogyny but i think about how it Could. i also think, to add to her celebrity disguise and general problems with society, is that she is not only wearing a blonde wig as blue rose but she wears blue contacts and her skin is paler from makeup (and partially from sheer fabric around her arms and legs, like how a real ice skater suit is a fullbody leotard with skin-colour parts).

as for her casual wear, i wanted her to be stylish but also purposefully modest with a lot of layering, to try to assert some control over her own image and body, and to establish a strong contrast between her and blue rose. i wanted to use her original designs colours and vibes but also i really like her turtleneck look as an idea (but the short jacket is a total flop.) and make it all into a cohesive piece.

ryans celebrity reference is young billy idol, with counterculture glam/punk rock energies! he is meant to be both stylish and a little eccentric with a distinct flair, and i feel like his canon design doesnt quite convey it as well as it could.

and ryan is supposed to, again, be somewhere between kotetsu and barnaby with his own special flair, and i designed kotetsu to have a really casual look and barnaby a really polished prep, so i wanted his fit to be both casual and polished, to look like its not too much effort but that clearly there was thought and time put into it.

ryans canon outfit is actually supposed to be a matching fashion piece, like wearing all louis vuitton, but that part doesnt totally come across (if this is the first time ur hearing this, its ok. im a ryan goldsmith folklorist)

i wanted to preserve some of the branding like the logo on his shirt while making his fashion style more coherent (to show he really does read fashion magazines and care about that stuff. canonically), because fashionable people tend to go for a certain Vibe.

i also like to think he can clean up fairly well and look like a totally different person if he really wanted to, like business-like, why not, though i think he generally is more into shocking people with his loud style.

also, like, in canon he disguises himself with a hat, which is funny, but imagine being barnaby and some weird blonde normie shows up at your door and it takes a moment to sink in its ryan without makeup. his inbuilt civilian disguise... (no makeup, cheaper sunglasses and like idk, jeans)

and i think its fun that karina and ryan are both making their own statements with their personal styles, karina with her subdued trendy look and ryan with his "please look at me in these tight leather pants". karinas makeup is nice and cute and ryans is making him the center of attention.

anyhow. this is the pic i drew the first pic on. both of them look like a total fucking mess in it ngl. its two weird bugs

[moonlit-sirius]

Part 4 of sleep paralysis demon barty x human James!! Previous parts here!

Sirius is here and also Remus appears!!! (For context, wolfstar is dating and sometimes James joins them if you get what I mean but he's not dating them. That's their dynamic in this thing.)

Also decided to make Barty trans because I have free will.

Last thing, this is something I write when I have random energy bursts. I write it, sometimes reread it and post it. Nothing more. There's not too much effort put into it, just redirecting my energy towards something i like so im glad people like it so far!!

~

Barty's hands grasp the edge of the dresser he's perched on so hard his knuckles hurt.

He wants to look away.

He wants to get closer.

He wants to leave and never come back again.

He wishes he could push away the long haired boy kissing his Jamie and sit in his lap instead.

"Sirius-" Jamie murmurs breathlessly against the lips of the black haired boy.

Barty cant understand why it bothers him so much, but seeing the black haired boy in Jamie's lap, hands roaming bodies and hips grinding against eachother is making him go insane.

He's... angry? mad? upset? jealous? envious? horny?

Angry because he has to pay his fucking bills.

Mad because he hasn't been able to successfully do his job since the night Jamie saw him.

Upset because he can't get himself to move from where he seems to be glued on the dresser and leave.

Jealous because thats his Jamie.

Envious because he's not the one sitting in Jamie's lap.

Horny because even though Barty desperately wants, yet still doesn't realize, to be in the long haired boy's place, seeing them make out like they can't get enough of eachother is probably one of the hottest things he's ever seen.

Jamie looks up at the long haired boy, his hands grabbing his waist, fingers slipping under his shirt and slowly going up his back.

Barty is too turned to even feel embarrassed about the way he's staring. He forgets to breathe. He forgets to even blink.

Jamie's face cradled in the pale hands of the long haired boy looks almost innocent, but when you see Jamie's spit slick parted lips, pupils blown out, chest heaving as he chases the long haired boys lips when he pulls back.

Barty whines, he whines, when the long haired boy's hair gets in Barty's view, covering Jamie's face. He hears Jamie groan softly as their hips grind slowly against eachother and sees the way Jamie's hands grab firmly long haired boy's hips, guiding his movements.

Barty's breath hitches and he, hesitantly at first, slips a hand in his pants, groaning at the initial relief he feels. He grinds on his hand in time the with the pace that Jamie moves the long haired boy's hips.

Barty lets out a shaky breath and bites his lip to keep his noises down; not out of fear of being heard (they can't hear him) but because he doesn't want to miss any of Jamie's noises.

Barty nearly cries put of joy when Jamie cups the long haired boy's cheek, brushing the hair out of his face and slowly running his face through the curly strands. Barty starts wondering what Jamie's golden skin will look like in contrast with his blonde hair. Would he pull at it? Or would he run his fingers through it and look at the neon green dyed tips?

Barty grinds against his hand a little faster, stifling a moan and trying his best to not cum when he hears Jamie curse under his breath when the long haired boy starts kissing down his neck.

Barty hadn't even noticed that Jamie was only in his boxers and a oversized t-shirt while the long haired boy was still wearing his outside clothes.

Is he not spending the night as Barty thought?

"Cariad," A soft low voice murmurs from the door and everyone in the room jumps, including Barty.

Barty stops grinding his hips and pulls his hand out of his pants, ignoring the way his fingers glisten from how wet he is.

He looks at the door and sees a lanky, tall boy with brown curly hair and scars. He recognizes him from the picture wall. Jamie and the long haired boy don't even seem to be embarrassed to be found like this by what Barty assumes is their friend, considering he must have a key to be even here.

The long haired boy plants a soft kiss to Jamie's lips before clumsily getting off the bed, nearly stumbling and falling on the floor, and goes to hug the tall boy.

Barty's eyes go wide when the long haired boy kisses the tall boy. From context and countless nights spent staring at Jamie, Barty knows that the long haired boy is his best friend, whom he apparently makes out with when drunk.

Barty assumes the tall boy is the long haired boy's partner given they way they're talking to eachother.

"You're early, love." The long haired boy murmurs.

"I'm actually late, baby. Couldn't find a spot to park. Did you and Prongs have fun at the club?" The tall ones asks but smirks at the long haired boy like he already knows the answer before glancing at Jamie.

"Oh, definitely, Moony." Jamie answers instead, turning his head slightly to the side and pointing at the fresh hickey there. "Your boyfriend is a biter, you know that, Moons?"

Barty swallows hard, seeing the bruise with a hint of teeth marks on his golden skin is making him go crazy. He wants kiss, bite, lick every inch of this man.

"As if he hasn't been biting us since we were eleven. Now he just has two ways of doing that." The tall one chuckles and pulls at the collar of his sweater, exposing an actual bite mark on the soft spot where his neck meets his shoulder.

"Fair." Jamie shrugs.

"You both like it." The long haired boy pouts but it doesn't last long before he yawns and looks up at the tall boy.

Barty perks up at that. He hadn't even realized how focused he was on listening to them.

"Alright, I'm taking this one home, thanks for babysitting, Jamie!" The tall one wraps his arm around the long haired boy's waist and gently pulls him closer as they walk out of the room, saying bye to Jamie.

"Bye!! Text when you get home!" Jamie yells and then slumps down in bed.

Barty takes the opportunity to admire Jamie's body. His biceps as they flex. His waist exposed by his shirt riding up. His happy trail. His thick thighs. His hard cock in his boxers.

Barty needs to ride him.

Barty jumps off the dresser and sits on the floor on the side of the bed, looking at Jamie's profile.

His nose is slightly crooked.

Barty wants to kiss it.

His hair is a mess.

Barty wants to run his hands through it.

His glasses are crooked.

Barty wants to take them off with his teeth.

The hickey on his neck is not big but already turning purple.

Barty wants to bite Jamie.

Jamie yawns and turns his head to look at the clock. It's 3am.

Barty's gaze roams over James's body, lingering on where not too long ago there was a tent. Barty is no expert but he's pretty sure Jamie is pretty... gifted.

Barty sits there, feeling his underwear get soaked from how wet he is but with no way of actually giving himself some relief.

Surprisingly, it doesn't take too long for Jamie's eyes to start closing and soon his soft snores fill the room.

Barty swallows. He feels like he's going crazy. He must be or he wouldn't be doing what he's about to do.

He crawls on the bed carefully and then snaps his fingers, activating the spell that let's him see Barty. If Barty purposefully makes it so that James can still move despite the spell technically being also a paralyzing one is nobody's business.

He straddles Jamie's hips, holding his breath as he does so.

He looks down at Jamie's and feels like he shouldn't be doing this but then he gives and experimental grind and instantly curses himself for doing this for but also for not doing this earlier.

He grinds slowly against Jamie's cock, biting his lip hard to not let any sounds out.

Barty nearly jumps out of his skin when Jamie's hands grab his hips, not to stop him but to guide him almost.

Barty must be going insane.

He doesn't stop. He follows Jamie's guidance and groans when he Jamie pulls him down to grind harder against his cock.

Barty must be going insane.

Jamie opens his eyes and looks at him.

Barty has definitely gone insane.

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@bradleysass <3

[yaekiss]

Oh damn shout out to 🪻anon. im gonna try and not spend every moment.thinking about blade and mydei competing

also qi. qi. pretty please. share resurrection thing. 🥺. if u want. but please. but only if u wanna. but 🥺 🥺 🥺 🥺 🥺

im eepy i givr u kisses now (*‘ω‘ *)💛

reallll 🪻 nonnie is not only cooking irl but also cooking w the blorbo ideas 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🧑‍🍳🧑‍🍳🧑‍🍳

anyways! the resurrection thing!! half-baked yandere plot idea under the cut! I typed a whole 400 ramble in a dm to myself LOL so forgive me if the formatting or pacing is awful. [post writing qi here. this thing is no longer 400 words...]

You wake up disoriented, unable to remember what happened before you... Passed out? The floor is nice and polished and clean elsewhere except for the spot you laid on. It's a little grimy and darkened but oh well. At least you're not in pain.

You inspect yourself for injuries. Something's definitely wrong when you look down and. Alarm floods through your system.

This isn't your body.

???? What happened? You wrack your brain for memories but all you can remember are snippets from before you blacked out. Despite your best efforts, you can't recall anything that deductively explains this jarring situation.

You'd try to find more clues however, you're snapped out of your thoughts when someone walks into the room, eyes widening as they see you. "You're awake...!" They rush over from the doorframe, immediately fretting over you, asking if you feel alright, if anything hurts.

Although the person's appearance was sudden, a sense of familiarity seems to rise up within you. You're not close friends with them but maybe you've seen them around in passing somewhere? ...Or maybe it has something to do with the person whose body you're inhabiting?

You're now presented with an internal dilemma: Do you confess the truth or play it cool? The person fussing over you right now probably knew the person whose body you're in well, if not, why would they be so touchy? Confessing the truth would backfire, given how much they care for "you". But obviously you're still missing a lot of info about "yourself", so you play it off as a temporary sort of memory lost (hey makes sense after waking up right from something bad enough to worry someone so much over right?) to try and understand more about this situation you've been thrust into.

Feigning weakness, you put a hand up to your head, "Where am I...? What happened?" The person's brows furrow but straighten out again before you can remark on it

"Oh, you poor thing you..." Rambling on and on about something like a high fever or overworking yourself to exhaustion something something.

"I thought I'd never see you again, dearest," their voice carries a hint of grief, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you while you recover." They sound so earnest, and it breaks your heart at the implications.

Well, that settles it then. You've unwittingly taken the place of your poor saviour's loved one. The guilt gnaws at you but you shove it back and rationalise that it's best to stay put and find clues to make the swap back to your old self.

The days pass by in a blur when you're made to play pretend. Maybe it's pure luck when they don't notice anything at all odd with your mannerisms. But sometimes, you can't help but feel uneasy at their blatant disregard and indifference to actions or habits that you've definitely butchered.

It all culminates when you try to leave the house. Perhaps you've gotten fed up with this precarious game of charades. Or you've reached dead end after dead end, unable to find any hints that'll fix this whole situation.

And you're almost out of the place when a door creaks open, rooting you to the ground where you stand. You feel arms snaking and hugging you from behind. Their voice right next to your ear, low and frighteningly calm.

"Where are you going...?"

When you don't reply, not even gracing them with a look, they nuzzle as best as they can into the crook of your neck. Their words muffled, breath slightly warm on your skin as they say, "I can't lose you again."

Their affection is misplaced. You're tired of the constant guilt and pretense. Temper crackling you whirl around to face them head on. Something that you reckon you should have done a lot earlier.

"I'm not even who you're thinking of! I'm a complete stranger!"

They try to reach out and hold you but you shove them off, causing them to slam against the door leading out. So much for leaving, you don't even know where they keep the keys.

However, most of all, you can't stand the way they're looking at you right now. There's no trace of confusion despite the nonsense you've just spat out.

As if they've seen right through you from the start.

Against your better judgement, you run and duck into a side room, hoping to buy some time or sneak out through a side window. Anything just to get away from their searing gaze.

Surveying your surroundings, your eyes slowly adjust to the dimmer lights of this room, contrasted with the brighter lights in the house outside.

Only to find small belongings from your original life (can you even call it that?) littered throughout. They cover the table that's next to a shelf full of books in an indecipherable language. Pictures of you are pinned and arranged on the walls.

Nausea sets in within you. Nothing makes sense.

The door to the room opens and clicks shut softly.

"What is the meaning of this," your voice barely above a whisper, "I don't understand."

They shift to take the spot next to you, taking your hand and entwining your fingers together. They croon out your name, dripping with saccharine, cloying, revolting, sweetness.

"They couldn't find your body you know. It drove me mad." Their other hand mindlessly traces designs up your arm, tone lighthearted despite the topic.

"I was in such a fugue state, I barely even realised what I was doing... Not until I had the whole spell drawn out on the ground." They say so nonchalantly, as if bringing you back from the dead was nothing to them.

Mustering up the courage to pry your eyes away from the shrine they've made for you, you turn to look at them, clinging to your side. Their gaze is trained on you wholeheartedly, lashes lowered as they drink up your attention.

You must be losing your mind because the shadows behind them seem to flicker in and out strangely, inexplicably distorting the surroundings around the both of you like a scorching summer heat wave. Sweat starts to prickle on the back of your neck despite the temperatures in the room plummeting. Cracking open your mouth, you ask.

"Whose body is this?"

HOLY MOLY that. uhm. this got out of hand. this is no longer the original 400 words. anyways I initially wrote this with kylar (dol) in mind so ask me again if you want the more kylar parts LOLL I cut them out for this... also below are just some basic outline pointers I wrote for myself too and I just wanted to chuck em somewhere:

(the character lies to you to get you to trust them) (reader believes them and is sooooo guilty at somehow stealing the place of their lover's consciousness but has to play the part) - {both reader and character are playing pretend but they don't know each other are part of the same game} {character is playing up their innocence so they don't scare you off and you love them back} {reader is playing up the loving role to ultimately survive and get their life back and/or escape}

ok thank you for asking to see the resurrection idea thingy ainsel luv u 2 <333 please please please tell me what you think of this brainfart of mine........ [pleading eyes]

[archie-sunshine]

ARCHIE-SUNSHINE'S FAQ!

Hi!! I'm putting this together as a quick helpful post to clear stuff up regarding my inbox, because I've been getting a lot of similar questions and I want to be able to tap a sign to let people know what they gotta know without putting in so much effort!

So, here's my FAQ for my inbox!

1: What drawing software/hardware do you use? Are you a traditional only artist? What Brushes do you use?

I use clip studio paint and an ancient wacom tablet that's been chugging since 2018 :]

For my brushes, here are all of the ids!

I very rarely do traditional art, and for them, i use a moleskine sketchbook and micron plastic nib pens!

2: Is your Inbox getting my message?

Yes it is! I just usually have around 100 other asks in my inbox that im also working through!! If your ask was super nonspecific as well, I might have deleted it because I didn't know where to start! Sometimes i just delete stuff because its sat around too long and i feel awkward answering it! i am a very busy person.

3. Are you taking commissions?

I open 2-4 slots for commissions every stream! I also open non stream commissions every now and then around the middle of the month typically!

4. What are your thoughts on [Insert TFP character here]/why don't you like tfp

I don't have any because I only watched half a season of that show and got bored to death! and i dislike the show because the pacing is weird, the writing is sub par, the characters bore me to death save for a few notable exceptions, the music is boring, the designs are weird and complicated, and every attempt at comedy falls flat. aka, its just not my cup of tea!

Additionally, over the year I've been posting on this blog, I have been asked at least once every single month for an answer to this question, and it hasn't changed and people still don't read my faq. and suspiciously after three of those times, my blog has been mysteriously pixelated.

... I'm not saying anyone reported me. But im not not saying that.

So thats another reason i don't like tfp.

5. Will you draw/What are your thoughts on MPREG/MECHPREG

I don't like pregnancy when it involves a fetus, though I do enjoy dirty talk and scenarios surrounding breeding! I do enjoy oviposition/egg laying, but I prefer it as part of a monster fucking scenario.

In addition, I have a GENUINE FEAR AND DISCOMFORT of situations regarding fetal pregnancy. Talking about it makes me feel sick and upset. Please try to take that into account.

6. What would you think [insert character/pairing here]'s kids would look like/what would [insert character] look like as a kid/do you think [insert couple here] would be great parents?

I don't like talking about kids or children!! and I don't like talking about couples as parents in general! It's really uncomfortable for me PERSONALLY, as someone who primarily draws and posts pornographic content, to comment on children. I really don't have anything to add to the conversation, and I prefer to talk about the characters themselves rather than hypothetical relationships they may have with children.

7. Can i make fanworks of your ocs/AU/fics/art?

YES!! YESYESYES ABSOLUTELY PRETTY PLEASE YES ALWAYS AND FOREVER! All i ask is that you tag me or send me the link to wherever youve posted this, feel free to gift me stuff on ao3 if you like as well, genuinely nothing brings me more joy than inspiring other people so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE feel free!!

8. What are your limits for commissions?

I drew up a helpful little chart for it! anything not on here, you can dm or ask me about!

9. What are your request rules?/I can't find your request rules!

Here you go! here's all of them one more time for those on mobile! Please review them whenever you ask for art for the first time, and refresh your memory whenever you're unsure of if something is alright to ask!

[gods-favorite-autistic]

fantasy high hc ! all the bad kids know sign language (solesian sign language? their own made up sign? probably both lets be honest)

(semi/)nonverbal gorgus/riz being able to communicate easily with their friends if speech is hard or theyre overwhelmed, i also hc that adaine loses speech when she gets really anxious or stressed about something no im not projecting

also hoh fig my beloved, she started losing her hearing when her horns grew in and the whole being a rockstar thing probably doesnt help, she has hearing aids (special made and enhanced by gorgugs tinkering) but they dont fix her hearing 100% and hearing aids are not comfy to wear 24/7 so being able to take them out and still communicate is great

(sorry for the ramble lol)

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Yessss I love this

They get the idea sometime during freshman year, everyone is hanging out at Riz’s place and it’s just very very loud and Riz has not been having a good day before that and Fig kept punching his arm all bro-ey and he ended up hiding in the kitchen signing with his mom, Fig recognized it when she went to go get a snack and joined in (she had tried to learn it when her horns grew in, it’s really janky but she’s trying her best) and Riz was just so excited to have somebody else know it

Fabian has the most trouble learning it, he tends to gesture vaguely a lot with his hands while talking so having to talk with his hands very specifically is weird for him, but he puts in the effort for his friends

Adaine starts teaching herself it (her father thinks it’s unpractical, she has comprehend languages if she really needs it, so she usually goes to the school library and practices there) and then once she picks it up she helps teach the other Bad Kids

Kristen already knows some from doing outreach with the church (they were culty but they weren’t fully ableist) but it’s mainly religious words so it’s pretty much as broken as her Elvish, she does pick it up surprisingly quickly (despite her abysmal dexterity)

Gorgug knows a few specific words his parents taught him when he was little (he was not very good at thinking clearly enough to communicate when he was overwhelmed so it’s mainly just words like “mad” “sad” and “loud” that he can sign really quickly), him and Fabian have study sessions for while once they start learning and figure out they’re both abysmal at it

Fig steals her moms card and signs up for lessons before figuring out that not a single one of these people know how to sign conversationally (she’s the only actual hoh person in there including the teacher who is just so condescending like she’s aware of how to sign the word yes she’s not inept) so she quits after like day two and learns with Adaine

Riz learned how to sign when he was like 6 (his parents thought it would be a useful life skill but they also figured out it both gave his hands something nondestructive to do and a way to communicate during meltdowns so they worked extra hard to teach him) and he helps the others out with their signing (mainly Fabian and Gorgug)

If they don’t want to be overheard they have a tendency of slipping into sign language, which is very confusing when they go from the loudest corner ever to literal silence+the smacking of hands

Fig tries to very discreetly talk shit with Fabian and Adaine in front of Jawbone by signing except Jawbone decided to learn sign the first week he was counselor so she got in trouble anyways (he did not let her use the “but im disabled” card to get out of it)

Fig tries to be her own translator at concerts (“Adaine can make a simulacra it’ll be cool!”) but her label said no

Fabian tends to use sign language any time he’s at a party and doesn’t feel like ruining his voice for the night just to chat with his friends

Gorgug thinks it’s really funny to sign curse words in front of teachers and then lie about what they mean (especially Porter in Junior year he thinks it’s hilarious)

[wolfertinger]

[keep anon] the thing about salems designs and art is that is honestly doesnt matter what he likes or what he does with his characters- hundreds of artists out there draw flat sexualized characters mostly meant for pinups and porn and they aren't really evil for it (even if i do think them quiet boring) salem just does a narrow, penis-in-vagina t4t version of that. he has to scribble labels all over it because despite all his posting about unconventionally attractive furries he does- at the end of the day- draw pretty conventionally attractive trans furries with only the slightest hints of 'bad' features. His girl mustaches are forgettable little lines on the snout and happy trails that barely read as such on furries, or stretch marks that are such pitifully faded lines that most people won't even notice them. The most defined 'unconventional' trait is their weight, which salem constantly points out and completely shys away from depicting the less common traits like fat necks. Basically the only bar hes clearing on that department is he doesnt quiet draw snatched waist anime girls and call them fat. Its pinups and porn of honestly quiet normally attractive, sometimes fat trans people where almost every single piece includes a "im a (fat) trans person! we can be sexy too!" on it.

this doesn't matter. its not really important. His art is sloppy- it looks really good on first pass because hes good at filters and coloring but if youre looking for mistakes you'll find them easily. He constantly goes 'it takes me 6 hours or a day to do art and thats sooooo hard' even though thats completely normal, expected even- hes just brainpoisoned from being puppychan and posting 4 'finished pieces' within 10 minutes of each other. You can tell her doesn't put… that much effort (in terms of things like research, sketch planning, and cleanup) into a lot of the non-key parts of making a piece if you know art but like. thats not a sin.

the problem. the problem is the same one that puppychan had and he still has because he actually hasn't grown up and learned anything- is that he never stops fucking trying to advertise this all as incredibly niche and brave representation. everythings representation. Im drawing nonpassing transgirl cock representation. fat transboy nonbinding big breast representation. fibromyalgia representation. bottom surgery representation. Everythings representation- but if its not representation hes personally interested it just fucking /stops/. fibromyalgia representation begins and ends at some text about pain and drawing canes that don't really match the character. bottom surgery representation begins and ends with saying a character has it, but never drawing them in any way that would actually imply it (and stopping drawing them immediately) its all representation but its clear he doesn't actually want to think to much about past a quick google search. and frankly, i wouldnt even judge flat 'representation' if he didn't fucking brag about it every second of the day. about how brave and seen people must feel, now that he said this dog was intersex, or this one has bottom surgery, this is a girl with facial hair represented with 2 lines. im breaking new ground!

And even this- wouldnt get me so much if i didnt fucking remember puppychan. puppychan constantly fucking did this, and it was transparently obvious that when puppychan did it was mostly because representation sells. puppychan did care about it on some level, hell magna and tammy have been around ages- but puppychan also did this fucking 'im doing representation, its sooo important' (i will analyze each character and remove or keep the most popular ones) in a way it was kinda obvious saying it was all about getting people to go 'its representation!' or 'theyre like me :)" without caring even remotely about what those mean. so in the end, looking at all this representation that begins and ends with a tumblr reblog and immediately forgetting the details after the first google search… i know its mostly all shallow ass shit. its bait for the people who are either on the lookout or desperate. And yea some of its real- i do believe he actually wants fat people to enjoy his fat art and for it to be mostly grounded for example, i just dont think he does it as earnestly and 'real' or 'niche' as he claims. its all self interest and personal enjoyment marketed as brave and niche representation even if it arguably has less depth than a twitter thread of someone saying their favorite my little pony is transfem

exactly, all of this. especially, the last paragraph. i felt like i was going crazy, watching him repeat the same actions as salem, as when he was puppychan, and no one else seeming to notice. the way he posts, talks, and vies for attention, he is still puppychan, even if he is another alter, even if he is older now, even if he says, it has been years, since puppychan.

i want to remind. he LIED about taking a break from the internet. note the dates, of the post.

THE SAME YEAR HE DEACTIVATED EVERYTHING. HE IMMEDIATELY REMADE. and wolfertinger, was only the second KNOWN account, he tried to run away, to. kungfurevvy was the first. this was DESPITE claiming, the website caused him "massive ptsd". he literally could not stay away from posting online, for attention, for a few months.

he continually lies. and acts as if, he has ever taken a break, since puppychan. he has continued the same behaviors, because he never STOPPED. and he will not stop, as long as he is enabled.