#i forgot why this kinda sucks actually most of the time

[tumbleweedsthesecond]

Tophvan post yayy... I wanna explain why I ship it or whatever. Why its silly to me or like how I view their dynamic or whatever. This is gonna cringe so probably ignore this if you don't like tophvan I'm not trying to say its like the best ship in the world or they have a great dynamic or whatever I just wanna explain how I view them. This will probably sound delusional but yk whatever. Cringe and free I guess. Here's some old art

Basically me going on their interactions sorta kinda plus my own headcanons.

Okay so hc wise I've always kind of imagined they wouldn't get along in some way. For obvious reasons, Topher tries too hard and Ivan doesn't try at all. So obviously Topher would at least try to seem like he didn't know him s1 and I don't think he does really know him s1 I feel like they would've followed each other on Flipflop(gah I hate saying that) and Topher just didn't care to block him because he only has two followers and doesn't want to lose one. Anyway I think with s3 I imagine the bleacher creatures met during summer school mayhaps because they all failed gym or math or something? That's my hc on it. I think they do seem close? At least good friends I think that jackée Ivan and Topher are the three main(vlad and lizzie I still loveee but its harder to get a read on them they don't talk much) anyway I don't think that Ivan and Topher would immediately get along obviously Topher let loose more because he's happier with his friends but still I don't think its perfect obv. so going to actually get into the analysis now I yap so much

Cringe part

I think that based off lines of dialogue like "its a fuck no from me" "a simple no would've been fine Ivan" that Topher kinda keeps him grounded at least a little bit???? Ivan doesnt seem to retaliate I think he does sort of view Topher as the leader in a way. Because Topher talks the most and tbh he does seem a little bit bossy. There's also that one time that I immediately think of when I think tophvan the part where he looks over at Topher as if to see if its approved or not before he agrees with jackée.

Like hes like 'is this funny? ' though it could be because he doesn't listen to jackée because female and he's a dumb teenage boy(throws tomatoes at him) I still think that its funny cause he doesn't even look at all the guys in the group to approve it first he just looks at Topher. you can tell by the animation

Anyway before that I think these two do talk more off screen Ivan looks at him when the others don't (even in other scenes though I don't really think that's a big deal imo) okay full headcanon time I think Ivan knows about tophers supposed crush on joan. I don't think Ivan likes Joan but I think he was like "give it a shot because Topher or whatever 🙄😒' but I also feel like he had a bet that she wouldn't be any help. Don't get me wrong I do think ivans dumb obviously but I also do think he just doesn't like Joan. He doesn't full on hate her or anything just don't think he completely trusted her. He does trust her in the vip room thing he thought that was coll but he is also the first to say she ditched us straight up. Ivans very blunt

We are standing in a closet!

Past that I think they do get closer or whatever afterwards. Kind of. We see them in the shower but I kind of ignore that episode and scene altogether so. That's not rlly a big thing I think abt so anyway

Dumb thing incoming I think its also like the way they look at each other or whatever. Like. whatever dude. I think they'd be kind of sweet or whatever. I don't know. Idiots who caresbro.

Overall I think Topher is a complete idiot too like obviously that one scene where he gets bitten by the snake and jackée says to suck the poison out and Ivan sucks the snake because he's a stupid stupid idiot. Dumb. Tophers stupid too very stupid but that's why I think they're fun together.

Forgot abt that scene where they highfive Topher laughs at ivans dumb jokes. They highfive. (I think Topher laughs way too hard at it like we get it bro. You think its funny. I would say it kinda sounds like forced like haha you're so funnyyy but that's probably a bit of a stretch 😔😔😔💔💔)Edit: I think he genuinely finds that stuff funny cause he's so stupid like bone high is not that funny he just has dumb humor. Anyway another hc I have Topher does like his jokes alot and at first I van laughs along with him but then Topher laughs too much so Ivan just like stares at him

Akso the thing where he sees Topher as the leader of the group I don't think that's too serious or anything I think its just like okay ill listen to you sometimes they're still a dumb high school friend group.

ALSO THIS ISNT ME TRYING TO BE LIKE ITS BETTER THSN OTHER SHIPS OR THAT "OH THRY HAVE SO MUCH DYNAMIC" they're background characters basically I just want to point out some canon stuff! Its fine if you don't ship them who cares anyway if anyone has any tophvan hcs please comment them I love seeing tophvan stuff!!!

Also I love all the bleacher creatures I'm ocifying them too.....sorry to single out the ship I just wanted to explain stuff

Also is this reaching? Probably but they're two characters with low screen time so. Shrugs

[eggsistential-basket]

hhhh i can't find the exact statistics i need in order to do the exact thing i want

[blenderfullasarcasm]

"You haven't laughed in a long time, so I guess I was staring cause I forgot what that looked like."

They're gettin' lunch in Heiji's favorite okonomiyaki place (the one that must have been blessed by somethin' powerful because he's never once run into a case there, even when he's hangin' out with Kudou), because he and Kudou have spent the last few hours figurin' out who killed the jerkass manager at one of the fancy stores a few blocks away. It's already three in the afternoon and they're starvin'. Okonomiyaki is fast, cheap, close by, and, most importantly, murder free.

(Probably. Who knew, with Kudou's luck.)

Kudou's squintin' down at the menu, studyin' it carefully like there's more than ten options. He absentmindedly raises one hand to push up his glasses, but ends up pokin' himself in the nose because he doesn't hafta wear 'em anymore.

Kudou blinks rapidly, surprised, then glances at Heiji like he's hopin' he didn't notice.

Heiji snorts and grins back at him smugly. No such luck there.

Kudou scowls at him and sets his menu down pointedly.

A waitress appears instantly, takin' his movements as a cue to ask if he's ready to order.

Kudou obviously isn't, or maybe he's just in th' mood to annoy Heiji, because instead'a telling her what he wants he glances over at Heiji and says, "Why don't you order for me, hm?" like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

Heiji thinks Kudou should suck it up and get his eyes checked. He rolls his eyes and orders for him anyway. "Two'a my usual, thanks, Tanaka-san."

Kudou frowns and starts to open his mouth, but Heiji's already wavin' him off. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Extra green onions on mine, nunna them on yours."

Tanaka jots their orders down on her notepad and shoots 'em both a brief smile before leavin' to take the orders to the kitchen.

"That's not what I was going to say," Kudou says, even endin' his sentence with the stupid Tokyo 'sa' for emphasis, because he can never just let Heiji bask in the sweet, sweet satisfaction of finally bein' one step ahead'a him.

"You told Ran-san you were allergic to 'em to get outta eatin' 'em," Heiji reminds him.

Kudou scowls so hard it's almost a pout. "Maybe I like them now," he argues.

Heiji rolls his eyes. Yeah, right.

"Keep actin' like that and I'll call her back and tell her you're gettin' a kid's meal," Heiji grumbles, then thinks, oh shit.

He probably shouldn't joke about that yet.

Heiji looks up to apologize for puttin' his foot in his mouth, but before he can even open his lips, Kudou cackles.

Heiji can't help but stare, drinkin' in the bright sound of Kudou's voice as he laughs his ass off. He's actually wheezin', the elbow he's got braced on the table the only thing keepin' him from fallin' out of his chair, and his blue eyes sparkle with mirth when he glances up through his eyelashes at Heiji and starts laughin' even harder.

He hasn't seen Kudou laugh this hard in...ever, probably. Definitely not since he returned to his body and told Ran-san everything and she'd told him she needed time. (Kazuha woulda kicked his ass if he'd hidden from her in plain sight and lied to her face for years, so he's pretty sure Kudou's getting off easy.)

Heiji has to join in, even though the joke wasn't even that funny.

...He should probably stop starin' at the curve of Kudou's mouth, Heiji acknowledges to himself as Kudou's laughter starts to wind down.

(He doesn't, though.)

"What are you looking at me like that for?" Kudou asks, once he's finally stopped wheezin' long enough to take a couple deep breaths and suck in some desperately needed oxygen.

Heiji shrugs faux-casually. "Jus' haven't seen you laugh that hard in a minute, 's all. Kinda forgot what it looks like."

Somethin' a little bittersweet flashes behind Kudou's eyes, there an' gone again so quick that Heiji almost thinks he's imaginin' it.

Kudou clearly doesn't want to dwell on it, though, 'cuz all he says is, "Maybe so," before abruptly changin' the subject. "What did you order for me, anyway?"

Heiji smirks at him. "Why don't ya try deducing it, Heisei Holmes-san?"

Kudou's eyes flash again, but this time they're bright with the excited spark of challenge accepted.

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written for this prompt game

[rei-ismyname]

What's Up, Doc? Storm #2

Storm #2 was super weird, zipping all over the place with zero interiority from Ororo. That obviously sucks, but the exchange with Doctor Daye left me scratching my head most of all.

- He doesn't treat X-Men, a volunteer team who have never heard of the hospital. Flat out refuses, won't even let them in the door. His only rule.

- He quotes all the donors, most of whom are billionaires. Charles Xavier is/was rich, but most of the X-Men have negligible income or assets.

- The miracle pills were for humans, dipshit. The resurrection protocols were for reversing genocide.

- Ororo doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about, but he clearly has a massive chip on his shoulder. Only her Avengers ID card got her in the door.

- How did he stay out of ORCHIS gulags? The X-Men probably rescued his ass from that. If not, literally everyone else.

- Only when she hands over a priceless personal heirloom from her dead mother does he pocket it and relent. Straight up extorts this desperate woman. 'Uhm, thank you' as if he doesn't know he's gatekeeping lifesaving medical treatment.

- Okay so they weren't there when you needed them. Did you tell them? The X-Men did not exist at the start of Krakoa, there was a ~2 year period in universe where they were in an alternate universe, dead or disbanded.

- How did they fail you? Not funding this hospital that's super well hidden and was unknown to them? TF?

- He has all the power here and he's squeezing Ororo in every way he can.

- Including wasting her time and sandbagging her, carrying on about himself.

- When he knows she has less than 6 hours to live.

- What if she didn't have anything valuable on her? Was he just going to say no, fully aware she's about to die?

- 'I forgot again' what the fuck is wrong with you? You made your stupid point and your still going with your personal grudge when she's terminal?

I am truly baffled by the point of this scene. Is it meant to be taken as an actual failing of the X-Men? It's kinda what it sounds like but it does not make sense given the timeframe. If Chuck knew about this he would have donated millions - Pre-Krakoa he ran multiple philanthropic organisations and gave heavily to charities. If it is meant to be taken seriously it's not explained at all. 80% of the patients are mutants but he left Krakoa bc people needed him. For what, exactly? Krakoa took care of mutant health.

If it's not meant to be taken seriously then why is this prick even in the book? He's just being cruel. 'Thanks for the only physical reminder of your mother, you're going to die soon. Bye!' This was a disappointing issue but holy shit I don't know what anyone involved was thinking. An editor should have caught the absurdity of this story.

[threepandas]

The Vod's List: Yandere Clones

The Galaxy changes, thanks to spit.

It's not even the first time it's happened, in my peoples history. But it's... kinda weird it happend? Twice? The FIRST time we actually PLANNED for it to happen. It was biological warfare. But this? This was just an accident. One that could have KILLED somebody.

Cause, see, the Techganic people? Are... well to put it lightly, we are the result of centuries of an ideological and spiritual holy war, that nearly tore our plant apart. The two sides don't really "talk" to each other any more. Or... you know... ACKNOWLEDGE the other.

They are waiting for the other to "inevitably die off, due to their own hubris".

Yeeeeeah. Fun times. You can see why I wanted OFF that dirtball.

At least on other planets? The politics aren't PERSONAL... is what I naively thought. Forgot about empathy! You know, like an idiot! Kark. Where was I? Right! Galaxy, changed, spit. Okay, sooo... here's the thing? My family was part of the bloody bone-sucking Holy Naturalist Empire. (Translated to Basic, the word "Naturalist" has more of a specific to the body? Meaning? Not so much "nature of the world" as "nature of the Self" you know? And in THIS case, the word they are using for "holy" in ancient means less strictly "divine" and more "pure like the divine"? It's Complicated.)

And the Progress Collective was ORIGINALLY this whole project, supposedly, that got WAY out of hand, became a cult, then a religion, and tore the planet apart? It was a technological hive mind that want to "perfect" the planet to a "higher state of being". And then extend its reachs to the stars.

We held the karking LINE. Died in legions. Refusing to give our bodies to be made machines. Droids and puppets. Refused to give our freedoms, our homes, our planet. Any of it. But it was at the cost of our original bodies. The only way to truely fight BACK? Was to become... poison.

The Jedi who eventually came, some how FEELING our distress, dispite the blockade the Collective created on the interplanetary transmitters? Our planet's holonet connection? Said that the creator of Our Salvation was guided by the Force. None of us could really argue. The Salvation treatment was madness. A machine so ahead of it's time, we STILL aren't sure how it works, just that it DOES.

We had a choice.

It was no choice at all.

And now? NOW? Kriffing CENTURIES later? I am STILL a biological weapon! Not do much to non-human adjacent races, but anyone human or human modified? Human descended? Kriff, even a few humanoids! If they're CLOSE enough!

I have to take neutralizers if I plan to be swapping any sort of bodily fluids with ANY race that isn't on the "verified Safe" list. For MONTHS. So it can build up in my system properly. And the side effects? Ugh. Stars and Bone, is it AWFUL! Like I GET why people do it. You love who you love. But the nausea! All those meds just to counter the side effects of other side effects!

It made me kinda glad to be single. Stars, poor cousin Tango.

Of course, I AM responsible. I always carry a FULL kit of emergency neutralizers with me. Just in case, Bones and Blood forbid it, the worst should occur. I have some for accidental blood mixing, some for plasma, a couple for bile, and the majority of the rest? Saliva. The most common accident reported. My kit even has an emergency medical guide on a lil piece of flimsy, on the inside lid!

...I feel like I'm getting distracted agai- OH! Right!!

I work in the senate building, now! Astral, right?! Center of the GALAXY! First step to making a DIFFERENCE! Granted, I am basicly the assistant nobody of no one... but STILL! It's a start! I'm ON Coruscant! That's more then most people can say! I go to work passing THE jedi temple each day! You can see them coming and going from your airspeeder!

Unfortunately? Rent is BRUTAL. I live in a glorified closet with barely a bunk and a sonic shower to my name. Not even a proper 'fresher! It's not like we're traveling. Or my species needs to avoid water! No, I literally just CAN'T AFFORD IT! And if you saw the prices? Droids be carting you off to the medcenter before you know it! Where do they GET their water? The outer rim?! Do they deliver it by HAND?!

.....I haven't had my Caf. Ignore me. I just miss feeling proper CLEAN. Sonic showers just... I know it's a psychological thing, but it doesn't FEEL as clean, you know? I am pouting. Pouty me. Unhappy.

Wait... what time is i- OH KARK!!!

See, on Coruscant there is no real "beating" the traffic. But there ARE certain steps you can take to cut travel time. Like making sure you're on the Senatorial speeder. It has right of way and is pretty comfy. And? If I get ON it early enough? Blend in with the walls? I not only can't get kicked off by some plasbone slimeball of a "I think I'm better then you" senator's aid... but they'll run their mouths!

I have learned SO MUCH that way~!

Unfortunately for me? The Caf merchant was REALLY popular today. So dignified I am NOT.

"Hold the 'LIFT!"

It more a desperate plea then an order, but two seperate armored hands immediately reach out and stop the turbolift's doors from closing. Out of breath behind my Goverments mandated mouth gaurd, I struggle to catch my breath as I finally make it. The kriffing thing makes running almost impossible. It makes most things karking near impossible.

"Tha... thank! You!" I manage to pant, trying not to double over. I am a bit light headed. It's hard to remember what I'm supposed to do when I'm like this. "Kriff! I hate running. Can.. never breathe! Afterwards!"

The lift is full of Coruscant gaurds, their mysterious gazes presumably locked onto me. I could only assume, given how their helmets were turned towards me, but ultimately it was impossible to tell. The gaurd standing next to me was more heavily painted then the others. I still couldn't for the life of me figure out what the marks MEANT. Rank maybe?

"Should we be requesting a medical droid?" Came the mechanized voice of... I was fairly sure the one to my left? I turned to address the one I was preeeeetty sure had spoken. It was a small, echo-y lift.

"No, no. It's just the mask. Makes it kinda hard to breathe. Gover-"

I never got to finish explaining. Just as we reach the Speeder platform. As the doors began to open. An explosion ripped the world apart. The very mask I disliked so much, likely saving my lower jaw from being ripped completely off. The turbolift slammed back, crashing, durasteel screeching as supports ripped apart and gave way.

Rapid fire, more explosions. The Gaurd next to me grabbed me, tucked me tight as they braced. Away from the exit. As.. the world... slowly LEANED.

All I could do was stare, terrified, down at the sheer drop of the now frantic Coruscant traffic below. Commuters desperately trying to avoid falling debris. I could hear alarms. The transparasteel below my face cracked.

Wait.

Below?

The 'lift had leaned. MORE then leaned. It was half unmoored. Hanging out into open air. I clung to the gaurd that held me, my caf dropped long ago, now seeping like dark blood through the cracks to drip... drip... drip... out into that terrible drop.

I.. I couldn't breath. My heart was pounding. Too fast. Too hard. Oh Stars that take us in the End, oh Bones and Blood, that we are! C-can't BREATHE! I managed to make a hand unseize. Rip the glorified muzzle from my face, so I could suck in air. I was drooling. Like a mad hunt beast. A panic response, I remembered distantly.

So far down. Oh Stars. We were going to fall so far down!

A creak. A snap. We jerked and swung downwards. I think... I think I sobbed. Pressed as tight as I could make myself to the red heavy gaurd. He was sturdy. Hold strong. I could hear the other gaurds working quickly and in tandem behind me. But... but I was frozen. Useless. N..nothing but dead weight.

I must have started babbling. Apologizing. Because the helmet near my head turned slightly, the arm around my waist tightened just a bit.

"You have nothing to apologize for ma'am. We were trained for this. Made for this. Not you. You're going to be just fine, all right? We'll get you out of here. Just stay calm and try not to move."

We are almost out. Almost free. When the next attack hits. The cheap duracrete crumbles and we DROP. Gravity releasing us for a few, brief, and terrifying moments.

I do not face them with dignity. I am terrified. A fractured, strangled, scream trying to rip its way free of me. Fear too great to let it. Some stars blessed 'Lift cord catches, arresting our fall violently. We slam into the side of the building the Senatorial Speeder pad is on. Throwing gaurds around the lift pod. Smashing us all together.

The man holding me has his helmet knocked off in a violent bounce that leaves his jaw sporting a shallow but painful looking scrape from someone's boot. Two panes of the transparensteel are just... GONE. Howling wind a deadly reminder of what waits below, should anyone fall through those holes.

"Hammer, Tricks! Get those doors open NOW! I don't care if you have to BLAST them open! We are running out of time and I'd prefer not to learn what the low levels taste like at SPEED." Growled a commanding voice in my ear. Then the voice turn reassuring. "We got you. You're not dying here. We're getting out, okay? Just hold on."

I managed to nod. Drool had long ago overwhelmed my mouth, now painting my chin, smearing everywhere. A mess. It mixed with my tears and some part of me was screaming. Dangerous, dangerous! But... but all I could see was that DROP. Gonna fall. Oh Stars, gonna fall! Please. Scared. Don't let go!

I pressed closer. Ignorant of the way my drool wet cheek pressed against the still bleeding wound on his his face. Ignorant of how I was doing the ONE THING I had been warned time and time again to NEVER EVER do.

The turbolift door gave a screeching clunk as they were force out of place. Toppling away. The gaurds ignored it, immediately getting into action. There was a patrol speeder clearly waiting to get into position. One by one the jumped into it. Careful not to destabilize the already precarious lift any further.

Finally it was our turn. And? With a gut turning drop as I was carried down? We were safe. The Speeder immediately making room. I cried. Clung. It took me entirely too long to remember that something might be amiss. It was only when the gaurd I was clinging to stumbled. Admitted to a "bit" of a headache. That everything came crashing back.

Like ice water to the soul.

Oh Stars! What have I DONE!?

I scramble for my neutralizers. The full anti-spectrum kit. Oh Stars! It's in his BLOOD! I stared in horror at the damning sheen of my own spit against his cheek, my hands shaking, trying to rip open the pack. A medic takes it from me. Opens it for me and reads the flimsy guide in side. Curses.

There is no way to REALLY know who was exposed to me. So everyone has to go to the medcenter. Immediately. Get emergency shots just in case. Then follow up with medical droids for a couple weeks afterwards. BARE MINIMUM.

Why? Because my spit carries organic nanites. They hunt and DESTROY anything they deem "non-native" to the body... as defined by MY species. They ignore obviously alien races but human adjacent ones? They were DESIGNED to destroy augmented humans. "Purge" them of their enhancements. They can't tell they difference. Alien humanoid? Augmented Techganic? Same thing, right?!

Without the neutralizers? The nanites will RIP PEOPLES BODIES APART. And even WITH them? All it does is soft reset them to whatever current race their in. They still cause massive problems and medical trauma as they go about "fixing" any perceived damaged. Like, you know, medical devices. Or shrapnel.

They are meant to break and cannibalize what they can. Fix indiscriminately. If it causes YOU unimaginable agony? So be it. At least you will be "whole". Die Technoganic. Pure. The pain has KILLED people. The nanites? Dumb enough to attack VITAL STSTEMS they deem "wrong". Killing their hosts before they themselves can FIX anything. They were a WEAPON. And... and I infected an innocent man.

I am a monster.

All I can do, is apologize. Again and again and again. Stare in horror, into the eyes of the man who SAVED me, and know that I returned the favor by poisoning him horribly. If there was room? I would grovel. This is... this is unforgivable.

He grimaced past the building headache. Pats my shoulder.

The worst part is... is no one is blaming me.

T-they SHOULD be...

The hand on my shoulder spasms, grip turning crushing as my savior's body violently seizes. His hands shoot to his head, limbs twitching and lashing. Blood trickles from his nose. Eyes shut tight against some terrible pain. They've GIVEN him the shot! It should be countering the nanites! The only reason he should be in this much pain would be if there was something lodged in his brain!

All at once... like a doll with his string cut... he relaxes. Just in time for us to arrive at the Medcenter. They try to usher me away from the gaurds. Push them off towards some "take care of it yourself" corner of nowhere.

I throw a FIT. Loudly.

I am prepared to sit on the floor and scream and cry like a youngling, and it must SHOW, because they hurriedly rush us along. People GET their kriffing bacta. Their technoganic poisoning shots. Yes, I had to harrass the nurses it digging the shots out of storage. NO it couldn't KARKING WAIT!

I learned my saviors name was "Fox". That he's actually stationed in the same building as where I work. The Senate.

Thankfully? "I got BOMBED" is a valid excuse not to show up to work. I was allowed to head home. Fox even escorted me. Showed me where the Gaurds all get their off duty meals. Pretty spicy! But good! I don't really notice how clear headed Fox seems. Surely he always was, right? I can't have CHANGED anything, right?

I don't notice him bracing for headaches that never come. Having thoughts that don't slip away. Seeing the world and for once... REALLY seeing it. Being about to trace all the changes back to one person. The smiling, laughing, soul who NEEDED him so much.

He...he was MADE to be needed. To serve and protect. But does everyone DESERVE his service?

Huh... a strange new thought, that one.

But THIS one... this one might make The List. He really hopes she does. Nodding to a passing vod, his eyes drift back to her. She was warm. Stands as a rare bit of bright in Coruscant's filthy everything. He'd... He'd really like to keep her. Feels too soon, but it's true.

Everyone else have their generals. What do the Gaurds have?

Maybe this? Might be nice.

He hopes she makes the List.

[toomiieimagiines]

hi hi there! sooooo, how about some Tsukasa cuddling headcanons? Feel free to ignore if you’ve got better ones! Have a super awesome day! >:D

YOU ALL ARE A BUNCH OF DIRTY DIRTY TSUKASA LOVERS!! WHAT IS WITH HIM THAT YOU LOVE SO MUCH! ToT love a good cuddle hc…. was honestly excited to see it… (can we address how he dresses sometime? what a cutie pie…. honestly, i didn’t really favor kasa before i started writing for him!! he’s so darling!!!>_<) AND SORRY FOR THE MINI HIATUS!! life’s been kinda hard recently!! ^_^||| sorry for it being kinda short!

EDIT: i forgot to add tags like a scatterbrain…. -.- i hope people can still see this…

Tsukasa Tenma cuddling hc’s (+ more!)

Too hot to handle… (LITERALLY)

So so warm, an actual walking furnace, YET HES FREEZING!

“Honey, it’s so so cold please…” (whiny (HOW SURPRISING))

“‘Kasa, baby, I’m sweating…”

LOVES and I mean LOVES to cuddle

Who would believe me if I told them he’d pounce on you at any given opportunity? (OMG wuttt??? that’s soooo unlike him!!)

“Sweeetheart, I just miss you!”

“Honey, please when do I ever ask you for anything??”

Trust if he’s sick he makes it your problem too, like pls unsick me!!

Smells like shortbread

You honestly don’t know why because the only time he wears cologne is if he’s going somewhere fancy, and it’s never sweet

Maybe it’s Sakis weird love for baking, maybe it’s a little fairy who likes to sprinkle him with it while he sleeps, he doesn’t really know.

Favorite positions are ones where you’re facing eachother

Doesn’t really like spooning, he doesn’t find it as satisfying

ALSO VERY PARTIAL TO HIM LAYING HIS HEAD ON YOUR CHEST

He likes your heartbeat!!! Is that a crime?

Will genuinely NEVER let you get back up after

He will fight you… Its infuriating

WRAPS HIS ARMS SO TIGHT AROUND YOU, HES LIKE A TON OF BRICKS

Didn’t know I signed up for cuddling sheetmetal, thanks for the warning!

Honestly, he’s so boyfriend tho it’s insane…. like yes yes of course you’re my boyfriend!

AGHHHA HES SO CUTIEEE!!! i enjoy leaving these drabbles after my hcs!! it makes me feel like i actually did something! keep requesting, sorry if i haven’t gotten to yours yet!! there’s been so many! thank you so much!^w^

Rehearsal sucks, anyone who’s ever done anything knows it, and so does Tsukasa. He’s exhausted, and he knows the one thing that’ll recharge him.

You.

He sends you a text akin to “please let me come over before I die and it’ll be your fault”, and who could say no to that!? That’s how you ended up with a mildly sweaty Tsukasa laying on top of your previously perfectly made bed…

“You’re too warm! I can lay with you, but this is ridiculous!” You squirm, trying to pry the boy off of you. When did he get so heavy?! It’s like a bag of bricks is holding you down!

“Please sweetheart, when do I ever ask you for anything?!” He whines, wrapping his arms even tighter around you.

“Five minutes ago you asked me to scratch your back, you asked me for a drink from the vending machine because you didn’t wanna get your wallet-“

“Never mind!” He cuts you off, covering your mouth. “It’s the last time, I swear! I promise that I won’t ever again!-”

You look up at him, unimpressed.

“For the..” he looks away dejectedly, taking his hand off your mouth, “rest of the time I’m here…”

You snicker at his sudden sheepishness, “what happened to the passion, ‘Kasa?” Your fingers run through his blonde hair, twisting it around your fingers.

“You put the fire out… If you could see my eyes right now, you’d see they’re gray and dull….”

You smack his head playfully, “don’t bite the hands that scratch your back.”

He just sighs, burying his head deeper into your neck. He’s warm, REALLY warm, but you can’t find it in yourself to mind anymore. It really is times like these that make you appreciate him the most. He’s not performing, he’s not playing, he’s just kinda there, and you’re kinda there too. Everything can be so much, but life feels mundane and boring when you two are like this - in a good way! It feels domestic.

“I love you, Tsukasa. Y’know that?” You lift his head up, looking into his eyes. Damnit, he’s looks kinda sweet. It almost makes you feel bad for teasing him… Almost.

He leans into the touch, eyes closing again. His voice is uncharacteristically soft when he replies, “I do. I love you too, a lot.”

A beat passes,

“I’m aloud to fall asleep, right?”

“Tsukasa!”

[oracle-of-dream]

Working Hard

Minors DNI

Summary: Heeseung has had a tough time keeping up with schoolwork and social life. He had a video report due by midnight and waited until the last minute, so you decided to punish him in your own way.

Words: 1.6k

Pairing: Heeseung x Reader

It was a late Tuesday night, just before 11 pm. You breezed through your homework hours ago, showered and even had time to do a face mask. You were sitting on the couch in the living room of your apartment, swiping through TikTok on your phone until you heard a knock on the door.

You went to answer the door with a smile on your lips and a skip in your step. You already knew who it was, your boyfriend Heeseung was waiting with open arms as you opened the door.

“Hey Baby,” Heeseung says as you embrace him. He wore a soft green sweatshirt that was covered in his scent, which made you stuff your face in his neck.

You let him go and bring him inside, and he slips off his white sneakers as you shuffle into the kitchen. “So what was so important that you had to come over so late?” You asked while you poured yourself a glass of water. But you stopped when he didn’t immediately answer… 

Heeseung loved you and loved to show it, so his not listening to you felt off. 

“Babe. Why did you want to come over so late?” A sharper tone came out this time as your jaw stiffened. 

Heeseung made a puppy face, he looked at you with big eyes and his head down like a dog in trouble. When he looked at you like that you always forgot why you were upset, but this time you remained focused.

“Don’t get mad-” He started, but you glared even harder at him. He shrunk into himself more, “I kinda forgot about my video project that’s due soon. And your computer camera is better than mine, so I was hoping you’d let me borrow it.”

You immediately relaxed. “That’s all? Why didn’t you just say that when you texted me before?” Hee was still holding something in, you could tell from the way his body squirmed while you looked at him.

“The project is due in an hour and I haven’t started…” He mumbled.

There it was. The real reason he didn’t tell you.

You pinched the arch of your nose and sighed. “What the hell am I going to do about you?” You walked out of the kitchen pulling him by the waistband of his jeans. “What were you doing before now?”

“Oh, I was with Jake at the basketball court!” His face brightened thinking about something not school related but then darkened when he realized he’d snitched on himself.

You huffed at him as you brought him into your room and sat him down in front of your computer. 

“We don’t have enough time for a script, so you’ll have to improvise most of it. My notes are on the desk and on my computer, look over those and leave them open while you record your video. I’ll sit over here and watch you to make sure you actually do it.” You sat at the edge of your bed behind him and out of the sight of the camera.

“You’re the best!” He cheered.

You rolled your eyes. “I know. And you’re in trouble after this. I should tell Jake off too, he knows both of you suck at school.”

Heeseung chuckled as he turned on the camera and started recording. He ran through a few recordings but you kept making him do it again because he was being sloppy about it, he looked almost half-asleep. It was too late to go out anywhere and go get him something to wake him up, his project would be late by the time you’d got back. That’s when a perfect idea came to your head…

You slowly slid off the corner of the bed, making no noise and staying out of the vision of the camera. You crawled through the open side of the desk, sitting right underneath the computer and between your boyfriend’s legs. He was slouched and manspreading, he had to speak for a full five minutes for the project and was only about two minutes in.

You gently slid your hands up his thighs, which made him flinch and push your hands away. He stumbled over his words but picked himself back together. After a few seconds, you move again, this time you go for the button on his pants. You popped the button open and Heeseung’s left leg started bouncing in excitement. You slowly lowered the zipper on his pants, keeping it quiet and teasing him as your hand brushed over his pants. He was already hard and shifting his hips toward you, trying to make it easier for you to reach him. You slid his pants down far enough and his dick sprung out… He wasn’t wearing any underwear, like he knew you’d be trying something on him. You softly touched him, your hand grazed over his stomach and hips but avoided the spot he wanted most.

Heeseung seemed to get annoyed by your teasing when he reached under the table and held your hand, he slowly guided it to his dick and let you take over again.

You held it in your hand, it was warm and throbbed. He flexed every few seconds, he waited for you to do something but you just held it in your hand squeezing it slightly. You saw him peek down at you and make a face, he begged for more before he moved his hips to get something out of you. Anything at this point was good enough for him.

Lazily, you stroked it. Loosely you held it in your hand and jerked him off, but his reaction was priceless. He choked down a soft moan and tried to keep talking clearly. That’s when you put a little more work in, putting some strength in your grip and jerking him properly. You went from base to tip and worked him over slowly before gradually speeding up.

“So the main idea in-” Heeseung faltered as he felt something wet on him. He peeked down to see you sitting on your hand and touching him. He coughed into his sleeve to try and cover it up but had a goofy smile on his face the whole time. After a minute, you let him go, much to his dismay. He shuddered from the lack of contact and bucked his hips needily.

Under the desk you gripped his thighs again, knowing how ticklish he was. He tried to pry himself from your hands but you had a grip on him.

Squirming and smiling, Heeseung continued, “The protagonist wasn’t alone the entire…” Heeseing stopped talking for a moment. His mouth hung open slightly and he sharply blew out air like he’d eaten something hot. He glanced down to see his beloved swallowing his dick. Slowly, inch after inch disappeared and was covered by your mouth. He didn’t realize he’d stopped talking.

You pinched his leg, signaling him to keep going.

“I-I think… that t-the. Umm…” Heeseung struggled to get through even one sentence. He tried his best to hold in his moan. “Holy fuck.” He whispered as his head fell to you.

You looked up at him and that was almost his breaking point.

He placed his hand on the back of your head, letting his fingers tangle in your hair, and moved you to the pace he wanted. It was slow but deep, you moved his entire 8 inches before coming back to his tip. He never let you drop his meat out your mouth, not once. Heeseung gave up on the recording and didn’t bother keeping quiet anymore. He let out a deep groan as he leaned back into the chair, pulling his shirt up to his mouth to hold. He pushed his dick forward and pushed you into him and he forced you to hold it. Then while tugging at your hair he pulled you back and forth fiercely. It punched your throat, the warmth of it making him roll his head back.

Heeseung breathed heavily, moaning every word, “Baby, I can’t hold it. Where do you want it?”

You hummed a response to him, making him jolt in his chair. Thighs flexing, almost closing on your head as you take him fully. Your forehead laid against his muscular stomach. Heeseung let out a sharp breath before pulling you into him tightly. You tried to relax as much as possible, but your eyes stung from the sensation. His cock pulsed and pumped his cum right down your throat, barely giving you the chance to taste any of it.

Your boyfriend finally relaxed enough for you to pull away. The air finally began to reenter your lungs and you took slow deep breaths. You couldn’t even form any words, your lips swollen and had a soft sting to them. You laid on Heeseung’s thigh, letting your eyes close and listening to his breathing. You hadn’t noticed you finished untouched.

“You okay down there?” Heeseung asked between breaths.

You nodded and kissed his leg softly, which made him wince softly. “Did you finish your work?”

Heeseung laughed, “Still about the homework? I’ll send it right now, then we can sleep.”

You heard him click a few times before slowly sliding away from the desk and helping you from under it. Your boyfriend scooped you up and carried you to bed, where the two of you slept and enjoyed the warmth of each other’s bodies.

In the morning, you woke up before Heeseung and saw the computer was still on. You went to turn it off when you noticed an unread email from your professor.

“Hello Heeseung,

I think that you may have sent the wrong video to me. Let’s try and forget this moment, please send me the actual video report by the end of today. Professor Park Sunghoon”

You felt like you were going to burst into flames of embarrassment upon watching what Heeseung submitted to your professor, a recording of the night before.

You look over your shoulder to see Heeseung trying to sneak out of your bedroom door.

“HEESEUNG!!” You screamed as you chased him out.

[rocksibblingsau]

We had several asks discussing and asking about Funk Branch/Lownote Jones, but never for the other Branchs... So, if you're to be so inclined, Branch/LJ (we need a better ship name tbh) dynamics for some of the different AUs? Pretty please *batting my eyelashes*?

Rock Branch: They meet during the "world tour" arc. I can't get into how they actually MEET but Lownote is intrigued by him. Branch isn't sure why this objectively cool guy is hanging around him but he's not about to complain. His friends are definitely going to tease him about it though.

Since Rock Trolls tend to not establish they're in a relationship, Lownote (trying to do things the Rock Troll way) decides that they're dating. He didn't exactly do it right, there's a lot of nuance, which Val calls him out on.

"No you didn't do it right, you suck at this."

Lownote's actually pretty good at adapting to the other tribes, so he's also popular with Rock Trolls, but in a 'Woah the prince's boyfriend is so cool' kind of way. The tabloids also agree that Lownote is Branch's boyfriend. Branch is still not aware of this.

Techno Branch: Laguna is discussing the Techno tribe's defenses and many of the Funk Trolls are interested in the Troll who made them. They go visit Techno Reef and Branch is in the middle of trying to make a portable rave.

It catches on fire.

Underwater.

Branch is thrilled that people want to see his defenses. He shows off all the traps and censors he has. While not nearly as advanced as what Funk has, they're impressed because they know the other tribes have less technology than them. Lownote invites Branch to a Funk lab.

Thing is, there's one huge difference between Techno labs and Funk labs, which is gravity. Branch is used to just setting things down in the water around him and after about five broken test tubes they catch on that it's a huge adjustment. Lownote thinks it's cute though.

Classical Branch: He's immediately charmed by Lownote the way most people are. He does what he never thought he'd have the courage to do and sends Lownote a wedding proposal. Lownote turns him down and Branch is of course a bit disappointed and embarrassed but he goes on about his day.

Thing is, Lownote gets proposed to a lot. To the point he forgot that's how Classical Trolls ask someone out.

(I imagine this somehow gets out to the Classical Trolls and it's QUITE outrageous to them that THE Branch Chrysostomus Trollzart sent Lownote a proposal and he turned HIM DOWN???!!! Does the man have no taste?! No one has EVER gotten such a letter before and it was WASTED on a Troll who does not understand what he is missing out on)

Lownote actually does think Branch is pretty cool, but he's not into the Trolls who are TOO big of fans of his. I can't blame him, dating a superfan would be very weird. I think he elects to talk to Dante about it, who has a lot to say. Lownote gets out that he's kinda interested in Branch before Dante interrupts him.

"Interested? My dear friend the only interesting thing is your absolutely heartless reply to Branch's proposal! And now you have the audacity to say you are interested in him? Does your heart secretly harbor only the most cruelest of desires?! The shame you have brought to him is only matched by the shame you brought to yourself in the same stroke of a pen!"

Lownote is very confused until Dante explains that Branch asked Lownote out in Classical and Lownote's reply, while very kind to anyone looking from the other 5 tribes, was the classical equivalent to going 'ew why would you think you had a chance', and it was ONLY because Branch has experience with other tribes that he didn't take it to mean that.

Lownote drafts another reply/apology, this time with Dante looking over his shoulder, where he explains that he misunderstood the proposal and he's actually very interested if Branch would have him.

[woman-respecter]

eh, I'm kind of tired of the relentless promotion of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood as feminist when all those female characters exist in relation to men, and that was the message I felt it sent to me: women are great but only if they don't forget their place. Those women are just better written than most because the original mangaka is a woman, but I've read a lot of Arakawa's stuff and it feels like she's really into this kind of promotion of traditional women in a way that has its pluses in showing how fully-faceted those women are, but never seems to really question those roles in a larger sense. I get why it appeals to people but I wouldn't exactly call it "feminist."

(I also have longstanding beef of how people use that to excuse the really fucked up messages about race in that show/manga, especially to dump on the original FMA anime which does that aspect much much better and whose female characters felt a lot more genuinely independent to me, but whatever. Neither is a bastion of feminism lol and don't want to make this about fandom beef)

It's also not necessary because there are a lot of anime that are outspokenly feminist and center women. Revolutionary Girl Utena being the obvious one, and got me through the 2016 election aftermath with episodes like when Utena beats Touga after he defeats her the first time, showing how women can triumph eventually even when the odds are wholly stacked against us. And it has a really probing analysis of the patriarchy and heteronormativity woven throughout the whole show.

A whole bunch of magical girl anime (not the entire genre, some suck and are made for gross dudes, but a lot of them, especially the 90s ones are aimed at women - Sailor Moon and Cardcaptor Sakura etc). Sayo Yamamoto's stuff that isn't Yuri on Ice - not that that show isn't great and gay and cute and doesn't say interesting things in its occasional one-off subplots about women, but it's obviously focused on men. But people who liked it who want great women-centric stuff should watch her Lupin III: The Woman Called Fujiko Mine and Michiko and Hatchin, both centered on women and very feminist in their themes, albeit in a way that requires you to pay attention and think and watch the whole show so you occasionally get Tumblrites without reading comprehension missing the point of them. I was really surprised, given the kind of trashy title, by the anime Maria the Virgin Witch, which is all about fighting patriarchal ideas about sex in fantasy medieval Europe. Also, Yurikuma Arashi by the same creator as Utena is a really good analysis of the ways that lesbians are portrayed in Japanese media and by the broader patriarchy.

For as much misogyny as there is in anime, the stuff that does engage with feminism can often be pretty radical and smart and does it better than you'll see in a lot of other media. It's like having that low hum of misogyny in the medium as a whole builds up a rage in some of its creators that just explodes in the stuff they make. Same with how it often engages with queer themes, tbh.

And then there's just that anime has a lot more female-character-centered stuff even if it isn't "feminist" exactly. Like stuff about women where the story and world is centered on women that you can just put on as a comfort watch. Love Live or something lol

you do bring up a good point about fma, i kinda forgot about that bc i watched it like a decade ago. rgu is really great and i defo recommend it even tho it was directed by a man. yurikuma is actually my fave anime of all time but does seem sexist and fan servicey on the surface. and i love love live and the other cgdct anime but it feels like there is always an underlying misogyny of that genre, knowing how the male fans and creators are. if i were to recommend a comfort watch i would go with k-on bc it has a female director.

thanks for the recs!

[cassidy273]

Watching Shameless (US version) for the first time. I'll update this as I go.

Note: Please don't spoil anything. The most I know is a character named Debbie has a kid eventually.

Season 1 Episode 1: I'm sorry who the fuck names their child LIP-

Ian is giving off LGBTQIA vibes. Idk tho I might be wrong.

Did...did that child murder a cat?

LIAM IS SO CUTE OMG MY HEARTTTT

Kev and Veronica goddamn-

Why is Frank kinda...

Damn six updates before the fucking title screen.

GODDAMN FRANK AND FIONA ARE BOTH KINDA...

"You're almost nine, you're gonna have to start pulling your weight." made me CACKLE

THIS BITCH REALLY BROUGHT A WHOLE ASS BABY TO SHOW AND TELL-

I wanna execute those two guys who were saying that shit about Fiona at her job.

Midget Naked Witch Bending Over is a really good band name

Why is she going under the table I'm literally so confused-

WHAT THE FUCK

HOW THE FUCK DOES SCIENCE TURN YOU ON KAREN

Why was showing his bare ass necessary?

Lovely. I really wanted to see a guy looking at pictures of boobs today.

Those aren't boobs.

Wait omg my prediction was actually correct what the fuck-

Fiona's dress is literally so pretty omfg

WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP DISRESPECTING FIONA FIRST THOSE GUYS MAKE WEIRD COMMENTS ABOUT HER THEN SHE GETS FUCKING ROBBED

DON'T CALL HER A SKANK YOU DICK

Goddamn I forgot that guy's name but he punched that dick so I love him

I'm gonna take a shower I'll watch the rest after

I'm back y'all

The word 'knob-job' just rubs me the wrong way it just sounds so gross-

I was happy that the poor kid's name wasn't Lip but then I heard his name was Philip and that's even worse omg I feel so bad for him

Veronica is an ICON

WHY DID THEY START MAKING OUT WHAT THAT WAS LITERALLY SO RANDOM

Guys I don't think this show is very kid-friendly

BOTH OF THEM ARE ATTRACTIVE TO ME IDK WHO TO LOOK AT I THINK THIS IS WHAT A BI PANIC FEELS LIKE

THEY'RE NOT EVEN TRYING TO BE QUIET WHAT THE FUCK

I feel so bad for her she was almost there and then a fucking garda showed up

I'm gonna leave my laptop for a while sorry

I'm back again

Frank get out of the bar and take care of your kids omfg

He's such an asshole I love him-

OMGOMGOMGSTEVE'SBACK

Aw he's such a nice guy he's not bullying Philip because y'know his name is fucking Philip <3

I think Steve and Fiona might be the first straight ship I've liked in a long time-

Oh my god imagine being Ian like 'Hey, so um, I know I'm your brother and all, but I found your secret gay porn stash and also here's a blowjob from a girl who gave one to me. Enjoy!'

Karen's dad is such an asshole omg kiss your wife dude.

OH MY FUCKING GOD IF I WAS IAN I WOULD LITERALLY EXPLODE RIGHT THERE IMAGINE A GIRL IS SUCKING YOUR YOU KNOW WHAT UNDER THE TABLE AND THEN HER DAD PULLS BACK THE TABLECLOTH I WOULD ACTUALLY DIE

I'M SORRY IS HE TRYING TO BEAT UP THESE KIDS FOR HAVING SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS WITH HIS DAUGHTER

I'm actually dying oh my god that fucking greenscreen as Lip jumped out the window-

I love all of Veronica's outfits she slays so hard

Ew uncensored penis

HE BOUGHT HER A NEW WASHER STEVE IS SO NICE

"Hey! You honour thy father!" "GET FUCKED!" Karen is so iconic

Fiona going 'Please tell me you didn't get some girl pregnant' to her gay brother killed me

DEBBIE IS LITERALLY SO INNOCENT AND KIND I LOVE HER SO MUCH I HOPE SHE DOESN'T TURN OUT LIKE HER DAD-

Steve is the only straight man other than Robert Smith we need as a society.

Never mind. The phrase 'This whole city belongs to the Jennas, and I'm sick of them' sounded a lot like 'You're not like other girls' which is the worst compliment ever.

NEVER MIND X2 I WISH SOMEONE WOULD TALK TO ME LIKE THIS-

Omg I thought he left her for a second and I was so fucking pissed

Imagine you gave a bj to two different guys (WHO ARE BROTHERS) and the first guy's all like 'Hey, did you give my brother a BONER??'

WAIT HOW OLD IS IAN AND HOW OLD IS THE MARRIED SHOP GUY BECAUSE IF THEY'RE HAVING AN AFFAIR I GOTTA GOOGLE THIS

IAN'S FUCKING FIFTEEN WHAT THE ACTUAL DAMN DIDDLY FUCK

'He's done nothing to be sorry for' AYO DUDE

I love Frank so fucking much-

SHOTSSHOTSHOTSHOTSHOTSHOTSSHOTS

I literally forgot Carl existed I feel so bad

Is it just me, or does Lip kinda look like Shia LaBeouf when he played Stanley Yelnats?

AWWW STEVE IS SO NICE

Final Thoughts:

That was so good, and I'm probably gonna not watch it again for a few weeks like what normally happens with shows I like.

[collectivecloseness]

Kurt Kunkle would be a desperate, obsessive, puddle over any little thing that could make him feel close to you. So here’s something about that <3

(Cw: 18+, kinda pervy!Kurt (he uses your ice lolly stick to get off, but there is fluff))

Kurt Kunkle x reader

Kurt swore half the time you two hung out it ended up with him trying to ignore the growing problem in his pants. But now, with you letting that empty ice lolly stick bob inside your cheeks, Kurt’s nearly panting with effort beside you on the couch, not to let his hand subconsciously drift to his tightening sweatpants. Goddamn at least they were black today.

Kurt stared as you swirled the stick over your tongue, over and over. When you sucked lazily at the sticky juices that were still flavouring it. And when you lifted it out of your mouth a moment and a string of drool stayed attached to your lips that you didn’t notice, Kurt nearly whined out loud.

You kept it in your mouth the last half hour you were spending at his place. Almost like you just wanted something in your mouth. And while Kurt was genuinely having fun chatting with you and hanging out during this time, his eyes kept drifting to that piece of wood you were sliding over your tongue, and a throb struck his aching crotch every time he did.

By the time you had to go, your friend picking you up, otherwise Kurt would have driven you like he always does, Kurt’s standing up which has at least got some blood down to his feet. And when you’ve finally gotten your bag and shoes on, Kurt gets your attention, which he’s an expert at, and sticks his hand out. “I can throw that away, if you want.” He offers you, those doe brown eyes nodding towards the ice lolly stick, as he bobbed on his feet, always sweetly wanting to be helpful, you thought Kurt was so cute like that.

“Thank you Kurt!” You slide it out your mouth, and Kurt swears he can hear a wet pop, trying not to buckle under his knees and increasingly heavy cock, under your smiling glossy lips, as you lick over them even more.

“I actually forgot it was in there.” You chuckle, and Kurt tries not to whine as he nods agreeably.

He would get on his knees for you right now.

“Aha yeah no problem. Take- have a good rest of your day. Oh, and uh let me know if you’re still down for tomorrow. I want- I hope you had fun!” Kurt grins brightly at you. Leaning against his open door frame in a way he probably doesn’t realise looks quite attractive to you. His cheeks all warm and hair a bit fluffier than usual. Just hanging out close with Kurt on the couch today, he felt cozy. You were glad you two were friends.

You lean over and give Kurt a big hug goodbye. Kurt’s gotten a lot more used to your affection now, or rather to physical affection in general. It was always something he yearned for, and now he doesn’t even feel too wowed to not even react properly. Kurt’s so happy that you’ve finally given him this. This feeling that he can be himself, that you like him for him, that he’s worthy of even being touched so much as a causal hand on his shoulder, or of nice words his way, that there is such a thing as home.

Whether he has that with you or not at some point, at least Kurt understands now why everyone else seems to feel like there is such a place as ‘home’ for them. Kurt never really got that, he thought it just wasn’t a thing and that most people were kidding themselves, or much better than him - until you.

Kurt smirks as he presses his soft cheek into your own, and your hair, smiling as his hands softly hold your upper back, hugging you with the same amount of care as you hug him. Feeling giddy within himself still to this day, at feeling you tenderly hug him back. Your arms wrapped around his middle and gently squeezing him in your hold, comfortingly. Just hugging him.

Kurt’s still smiling when you eventually pull back, he never pulls back first, and his mouth opens in an even happier moment when he sees you still smiling right back up at his brown eyes.

“Okay Kurt. See you tomorrow then! Thanks for today! Bye!” You wave to him, keeping your eyes on him till the moment you have to watch your step, and run to your friends car, still waving.

Kurt grips your lolly stick in his fingers as he waves bye back to you, leaning against the open doorframe again, shaking his soft (washed) hair out of his face a little. He sees you saying something to your friend, and both of you giggling as you wave at him through the front windscreen. But then he’s waving you off after another day, and watching you leave. Trying to make himself think he can still feel your touch on his skin. And gripping that lolly stick like it’s everything.

Once you leave Kurt shuts his front door and sprints to his bedroom, locking the door even though he’s the only one home. Gasping as his shaking hands try to peel his slightly sticky sweats away from his sensitive cock. That underwear was definitely joining the laundry pile, shoved into his closet when you said you were coming over. He shimmies his shirt off too, tossing it in the pile as he lets himself breathe.

Kurt gets to work quickly, sitting on his frameless mattress of a bed, and his pretty lips open and drool seeps at the corners as he stares at your ice lolly stick he’s twirling in his dexterous fingers now. He can still see the shine of your spit, he swears he sees a small trail over a glob, the faint redness from the juice you’ve sucked clean, and Kurt wants to work quickly while it’s still wet and shiny.

So with a pleased little whimper Kurt takes his pink tongue and licks up the underside of your lolly stick.

Kurt’s tongue is resting exhilarated in his mouth, while his cock strikes needy beats in time with his heart, just staring down at he stick and picturing your lips. Your tongue, your mouth. His own tongue salivating in his mouth, as Kurt moans, and relishes in the fact he’s tasting you.

Kurt’s indirectly kissed your before, a fact he’s excited about, drinking from the same glass as you, kissing a stuffed toy in the same spot on their forehead you did, he even once lapped quickly at an envelope you’d just sealed shut, although that one he felt a little more lame about. But this... he’d never actually gotten to taste your spit before. To lick it- you.

Kurt doesn’t want to lick all of it though, not yet. He’s pumping his heavy cock as he sucks on his tongue a little, thinking about your sweet lips and tongue. How they’d feel around his...

All before bringing the fresh lolly stick down to his dick, and gulping as he stares at your wetness there, hovering over his thick cock that he’s trying not to choke with his hand. Before he brings your spit covered object down and slides it over his length.

Kurt cries out. Immediately whimpering then whining your name, slowly teasing your spit covered wood over his pulsing cock again.

It is a sight, Kurt biting down on his pink lips so desperately as he sees your spit covering his cock. He has never experienced anything like this before. And even though you’re not here now, it’s still a dream.

Kurt pumps his cock hard in his hand, spreading the small amount of your spit over it. Moaning loudly in the thin walls of his house up to his ceiling, but forcing his eyes not to slip closed this time, and hooding them over at his cock, reminding himself that it has your drool on it, that you’re on his cock. Which makes his heart beat so loud in his ears, even though there’s no possible way to deafen his moans of your name. The loud adoring ones, or the breathy needy ones.

Kurt has your taste on his dick. And he’d never come this far to feeling like he was this close to you when touching himself. Well, Kurt jerked himself off a lot thinking about you. Pretty much an every day occurrence. But apart from the one time he’d humped himself until he came against your mattress while you left him waiting on your bed to collect food, Kurt hadn’t felt this close to you before while doing this. -Or, maybe he had, he wasn’t really thinking straight, he’d just never had your spit hot and wet on his cock before, and Kurt was burning with pulsing desire.

He grabs the side still only covered in your essence as he relishes over the fact he’s never had your actual spit on his cock before, thinking of and relishing the fact over and over as he touches himself. And with a shaking hand, very carefully rubs the shiniest part you sucked on the most over half an hour, over the sensitive head of his cock.

Kurt whines and has to pull the stick away quickly as a glob of pre is forced out the tip of his cock by a particularly large throb, and he makes sure to keep your present clean.

But Kurt’s panting, seeing a white string of his pre drip from the head of his sensitive cock, trailing down to his bed sheets, and it reminds him greatly of your spit clinging from your tongue to the wooden object he’s fisting right now.

Kurt puts your lolly stick in his mouth. Moaning gratefully, and pleased as he strokes his cock harder, leaning over curving his soft tummy, his brown hair dangling by his ears, as he lazily drools over his hand and his cock, both your spit mixing together as it plops hotly into his dick. And swallowing the mix of your spit down his own trembly throat. Kurt’s hand speeding up as he wets his crotch and is able to fuck his fist without burning himself from the intensity of it. Although all of Kurt was burning up inside right now, especially, fondly, his heart was.

Kurt doesn’t exactly want any splinters on his cock, and he definitely doesn’t want to have to explain that to anyone, but gently tapping the now soaked wood against his own cock, just makes him groan with those scrunched up eyes, his pretty mouth open and gasping in pleasure. Feeling a mix of yours and his cool spit flicking over his cock, as his chest shudders while he strokes himself with a harder grasp.

Popping the lolly stick back in his mouth, Kurt is moaning happily and lewdly at the taste of you and your mouth in his own. Humming a little, drooling dumbly over the stick and down his neck, and soon chest most likely, but humming happily over your ice lolly stick being in his mouth. Happily sucking at it as if he was tasting the actual sweet treat that had been on it, and not trying to drink up your spit.

Kurt’s tongue waggles and lolls hotly over the small object, as he thinks about you, a real genuine smile gracing his soft face as he thinks about you. His whole body blushing. Fuck... Kurt really really really does like you. He’s pretty sure he loves you. Although for some fucked up reason he kind of finds doing all this easier than asking you on a date yet. Hopefully soon.

Breathy swears fly from his gently parted lips, Kurt’s teeth gentle on the stick, even though it takes any blood he’s got in his brain to do so, as he wants it to not explode as long as possible. Kurt sucks on the stick he can still taste you on even more, his tongue lauding and laving over your tongues impression.

As Kurt’s hand speeds up, slick drool from the both of you covers his heavy cock that throbs desperately in his palm and fingers, even though Kurt thinks of you every time he touches himself now, his body never lessening in excitement and euphoria over you. Neither does his mind or heart or soul or whatever else Kurt has. He only gets more into you with every day.

Thinking about you each time only makes Kurt cum harder, and more.

But Kurt knows it’s him falling for you more, that makes his sessions more exciting, that and he has more experience to imagine with you each time. It’s not the other way around. You’re new for him, everything grows different because of you and Kurt likes that, but there’s so many reasons Kurt wants to burst, heart and all other places, the closer he gets to you.

Your name, and your spit, is the only thing on Kurt’s lips as he moans it out repeatedly, pre slicking his length along with your sticky spit as he bobs his hand expertly up and down. Thumbing over his tip while Kurt switches to whimpering your name like a chant, or begging, to groaning from his flushed and slightly spit covered chest, as his whole body rocks while Kurt ruts into his hand fast. Squeezing his cock Kurt thumbs his tip hard as he moans your name over the wooden stick on his wet tongue, before finally spilling heavy loads of cum over his messy thighs and soft bedsheets. Or messy sheets and soft thighs.

“Fuck, fuck y/n...” Kurt moans as the wet sounds of him pumping load after sticky load of his cum out of his spiking dick, shoots off that high feeling throughout his whole body and mind again. Kurt only swearing your name as he empties himself onto his bedsheets in a puddle, worshipping your taste in his soft mouth as he lavishes over you. Kurt breathing heavily and softly as he thinks all about you, remembers the feel of your touch again, wrapping his tongue needily around your stick with a whimper as he covets you, your name drooling from his plush red lips as he choked out the last dribbles of cum from his weeping cock. Sighing ever so loudly out with relief, from having been strained for over an hour now.

Panting as he falls back onto his frameless mattress, his toned arm under his head as he stares to his ceiling, legs spread happily, as he tongues over your gift softly and thinks about you, Kurt’s brown doe eyes sparkling.

Heart leaping as Kurt thinks all about you. Remembering fondly passing moments, and dreamily imagining a future with you, that makes him sweetly grin over the lolly stick. Laughing to himself happily in his bed, hugging his bare chest close, as Kurt wondrously thinks all of you.

As his breathing comes back to him, Kurt takes the used ice lolly stick out of his mouth, and looks at it again. Under his bedroom light, lying flat as he faces upwards, he ignores how soaked his thighs feel under him while he cares to examine what you left with him. Kurt sweetly looks over the small amount of red left, a nice smile on his face as he looks over it with soft awe blowing past his now empty lips.

His heart bursting with adoration for you as he remembers how happy you were when he offered to get you an ice lolly too since it was hot outside today. Kurt was always made to feel useless. The fact he learnt he actually was good enough to make people smile, he was just told he wasn’t, made him feel a weird mix of emotions the first time he realised it, but Kurt is ever happy that you genuinely do appreciate him. You think about him. You were always empathetic to Kurt. He’s sure it actually helped his own empathy. He could feel it slipping little by little more until you came into his life.

Kurt grins up at your little object with a hum of affection. Then he brings it down to his lips, and gives it a sticky kiss, pecking it, almost as if in thanks to you, and Kurt hoping he could not only kiss you, but thank you one day too.

For everything actually...

But then Kurt felt that familiar thud in his lower stomach, the thrum in his dick, and his balls suddenly didn’t feel empty at all anymore. So with a hum of knowing what was happening next, Kurt slipped the stick back into his mouth with a pop, and sat up again to take care of business.

Of course, since you, Kurt never truly could just go one round.

[lieutenantabrudas]

ngl lads i told myself i'd finish this for mother's day and then immediately forgot and just happened to finish it now anyway because i wanted to close the canvas and do something else. anyway hello good morning can i interest you all in a lawful neutral/evil navy milf

this is nautilea victrilianus, turian imperial navy. she's a vice admiral at the time of canon and a very highly-decorated shanxi veteran, as well as the wife of tibero quentius, turian chief ambassador (and possible councilor if cnclr sparatus dies, depending on timeline). born on rocam in 2094 terran, she met tibero during their mandatory services when they were briefly sharing a ship and the travels were interrupted by a solar storm, and they fell for each other instantly. they have four children together - atticus, valeria, and the twins bellicus and salvius - and now that tibero has switched from the army to xenopolitics, when she isn't out with the fleet (on the dreadnought Enninion, usually, under her own command) she usually resides on the citadel with him or at their beachfront home on his homeworld of parnithas around holidays. the two of them are also good friends with councilor sparatus and his wife aediteia, and frequently hang out together as a group; tibero is also known to spend time with the sparatuses by himself when nauti is away and he's lonely, with her blessing, because she hates it when he's lonely look at his face he's so sad :(

you can read about her mainly so far in these two fics: "a luncheon most foul" [AO3], her actual character introduction feat. teia and other tower spouses, and "a contest of titans" [AO3], from hackett's pov both during shanxi and many years later.

also she has the bird version of a yorkshire accent. for fun. and kinda because she was inspired by jason isaacs as zhukov in the death of stalin. more rambling under the cut i have so many Thoughts about this one horrible terror-bird

during shanxi, nautilea was a lieutenant-commander, and after her unit boarded a human ship and took several humans prisoner, she was placed in charge of their keep and interrogation. one of said prisoners was then-lieutenant-commander steven hackett. they both proceeded to be utterly abhorrent to each other, they both sucked, nauti was mean and violent and taking out her own emotional distress on hackett who had nothing to do with it, hackett was just as nasty and cruel back, neither one of them was a good person in this instance don't get it twisted. nautilea was worried about her husband and son atticus, both with the army (atticus being 21 and only a sergeant at the time, while tippi was a major) down on the ground on shanxi, and took it out on hackett, seeing it as humanity's fault that her loved ones were in danger while she was stuck up in orbit unable to do anything. it got worse when she lost contact with tibero, which would later turn out to be because he had been captured and taken prisoner, and then when atticus was med-evaced to her ship because he'd been grievously wounded and wouldn't speak to anyone, just cried for his mummy. his squadmates came forward and vouched that the humans who'd ambushed them had started to take them hostage, but needed "mama" to be translated for them as parental terms hadn't been translated yet, and then retreated once they learned what atticus was saying and how old he was, uncomfortable with the knowledge of what they'd done to someone so young. unfortunately, nautilea didn't care, and took out her rage on the humans in her charge. she calmed down significantly once atticus recovered enough to talk to her, and formally requested being taken off prisoner duty so she could focus on her son. hackett would never learn why she disappeared.

later on, hackett would continue to hold a grudge well into the future, while nautilea mostly put everything behind her and stopped caring, because her husband and chicks were safe and that was all that ever mattered to her. in the current period, she generally doesn't care about humans and leaves dealing with aliens (the ones who aren't actively shooting at her men, anyway) to her husband once he switches to xenopolitics. she cares about her people, and her duty to them, and that's what she focuses on. if tippi asks for her input, she'll give it, but for the most part she keeps work and home separate. it helps that when she comes home to tibero, her main line of thought is just about how happy she is to be home where she gets to be cuddled and cooked for and given shinies and not have to wear real people clothes if she doesn't want to, everything outside their apartment be damned. she does still think it's funny that she lives rent-free in hackett's head, especially after tibero is made chief ambassador under sparatus and hackett complains in the news about her. it's whatever. that was the old her. she's moved on.

... except in my "bad end" timeline, where the destiny ascension is left to die under shepard and hackett's orders, and she and tibero lose a very close friend. as hackett was in command of the fifth fleet and made the call to hang back and let the ascension burn, all those bad memories come roaring back, and nautilea goes on the warpath. when the alliance make a move to try and get more of their own ships defending the citadel, the council shoots them down and lets the turians take command instead, and nautilea is put right at the head of the fleet. hackett is not happy about this. nautilea is not happy about hackett killing her friend. the alliance's betrayal is taken as proof that they should have crushed the humans at shanxi, and while tibero tries to counsel peace, nautilea spirals, and becomes determined that what happened to ierian sparatus will not happen to her tippi. things get bad, they almost divorce, the series is about dealing with tragedy nobody's having a good time okay but it works out tippi insists on therapy because he recognizes she's grieving and cracking under the strain of trying to be the strong one

and, just for fun, her character inspo:

his intro with the slowmo and dramatic music is exactly what you should be thinking of when she arrives in luncheon most foul btw. as a treat. that's her that's nautilea. wife <3

[vampyresovereign]

Hi hi hi!! <3 <3 <3 I love your account and your music hcs for the characters especially Savanaclaw thinking about Jack listening to Ice Cube and Eazy-E is so funny to me to imagine. KDot too oh yes <3 If requests are still open could I ask for a GN!Reader as his gym partner. Kinda like he thinks MC is so weak with bones like jelly so he tries to motivate us to work out with him... Even if we suck at it haha!~!

YES QUEEN/KING OF COURSE ILL WRITE THIS FOR YOU!! I honestly was kind of scared cause I thought i put TOO much unnecessary thought into what everyone's music taste might be (like you could tell i was geekin out over music ngl) so I'm really glad you liked the headcanons. mb this took so long, here's your request<3333 -isa<3

Pairing: Jack Howl x GN!Reader Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Quick Synopsis: You accompany Jack on a little trip to the gym, inspired by a snarky comment from coach Vargas. Tags: Use of Y/N, reader is not Yuu, no specific physical description of reader, reader is embarrassing as hell but it's okay cause Jack is patient with them, might be inaccurate/i've never been to a gym

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“Alright everyone! Class is over, get out of my face!” 

Coach Vargas practically screamed from the middle of the field. You watched, sitting criss-cross applesauce on the freshly cut grass as your fellow classmates grabbed their brooms, walking and talking in groups on their way towards the locker rooms.

Maybe it was because the weather forecast advised sunscreen since it was over 80 degrees, or maybe you were just stressed out from other classes, but something made phys ed today much harder than usual. 

You were startled when the coach suddenly appeared behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“Your endurance is getting stronger, L/N,” He started. “But you still have a long way to go.”

“What do you mean, coach?”

“Well, for starters..” He removed his hand from you, taking a second to lift his arm and flex the bicep in front of you, as you raised an eyebrow.

“..You know, something many don’t know about broom riding is that most of your energy actually concentrates in the arms. You need to be able to balance yourself and hold onto the stick, y’know? And to be honest with you, kid..”

He pointed towards your arms.

“That’s something we need to work on, don’t we? Hit the showers.”

You shouldn't have taken that comment so seriously, coach was known for being pretty vain and shallow when it came to physical appearance. But unfortunately, he had a point.

You constantly skipped leg day and couldn't lift a dumbbell with more than 3 plates.

Though you were dwelling on it, you decided to try and put those negative thoughts away. Your next period was lunch, and you had even more stressful classes to deal with after that.

Lack of muscle was the least of your problems at the moment.

As you walked towards the cafeteria, lagging behind another random group of people, you spotted a familiar pair of fuzzy white ears in the crowd, walking the opposite direction.

You felt your eyes spark in recognition, immediately calling his name out.

"Jack!"

Jack's eyes widened, ears pointing up for a few seconds in surprise. He walked towards you, scratching his head. "Hey Y/N, what's up?"

"You know the cafeteria is that way, right?"

It was then you noticed the giant duffel bag slung across his right shoulder.

"I know. I'm not goin' to lunch."

"Why not?" You inquired.

"Decided to hit the gym at around this time from now on 'cause it gets way too crowded after classes are over," He said.

"So.. You're just not gonna eat anything?"

"Of course not," He scoffed. "I got a few protein bars and shakes in my bag. I'll be fine."

You hummed in response, you had totally forgot that working out was Jack's whole thing. As he adjusted his bag, an idea suddenly popped into your mind.

"Hey, can I join you? I kind of wanna try exercising for a little bit."

He looked at you, slightly shocked. "For real? You never seemed interested before."

"Well, I guess I wanna try something new today. How about it?"

He placed a finger on his chin in thought, before placing his hands on his hips.

"..Sure, I guess."

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Before the two of you headed to the gym together, you each went back to your respective dorms to grab comfortable clothing.

You didn't know what exactly to wear, so you settled on an old tracksuit you hadn't worn in the seven knows how long.

When you walked in, there were obviously some people there, but you had strolled past them and followed Jack into the section where the bench presses and mats were, suddenly feeling nervous.

Jack very quickly got to work, setting his bag down next to a random bundle of equipment, and adding about 5 plates to the light dumbbell.

You stood next to him awkwardly as he leaned his back down on the bench, wondering if this came off as creepy.

He glanced at you as he sat the dumbbell to rest, raising an eyebrow. "You know, there's a set right behind you, right?"

"..Oh. Sorry, this is my first time here, I'm just kind of trying to figure out what to do through you," You blurted out, a wave of embarrassment washing over you.

You moved to the set he had just mentioned, which also happened to be directly across from his, grabbing pretty much the same amount of plates on the way there.

You held back a grunt as you held all of them in the palm of your hands, wondering what the hell Jack was eating to be able to carry this amount effortlessly.

You leaned back on the bench, trying to replicate the same position you saw Jack in as you curled your hands around the base of the dumbbell. Taking a deep breath and lifting it up, you were good for about 4.5 seconds.

"Fuck!"

The realization of how heavy the equipment was immediately crushed down on you, literally. You dropped the dumbbell on your stomach, curling up and holding onto your belly for dear life when the instrument fell on the floor.

You heard Jack get up from behind you to assess the incident.

"The hell happened?" He asked, placing his hands on his hips.

"I don't know how you do it, man."

He grabbed the dumbbell from off of the floor, sighing. "Y/N, beginners don't start with this amount. It's kind of common sense."

"It looked simple when you did it.."

"Yeah, because I've been honing these skills for years." Jack removed about 2 plates from each side of the dumbbell, handing it back to you on the bench. "Here, try to lift it now."

You nodded, proceeding to do as he said.

"..Still heavy, but do-able."

Jack smirked.

-

You spent the rest of your time at the gym attempting to try a little bit of everything with Jack at your side, teaching you what to do. You felt a little bit bad that he used up all his training time essentially babysitting you, but he assured you it was no big deal.

The only problem was that when your time to train together was up, every single part of your body felt sore. Even your eyes.

Jack let out a laugh, a rare thing, and slapped you on your back.

"This was a great sesh, wasn't it?"

You stumbled a few paces forward from the impact of his hand. "..I would say yes, but I still gotta go to my afternoon classes after this."

"Hah. You better get used to the grind, we're doing this tomorrow. And the rest of the semester, actually. Breaks are on weekends."

You stared at Jack like he had three heads.

"Don't look at me like that. We're partners now. No turnin' back," He grinned.

You awkwardly laughed in response, excited to hang out more with Jack and expand your muscles, but not too excited about the process anymore.

i don't even like jack like that but this was very fun to write. apologies again for the wait gang. -isa<3

[matthewkniesys]

pittsburgh - trevor zegras x famous singer!reader au

a/n: so every time gracie plays a new show at the eras tour i'm making an edit for it (since shes the face claim) so here you go!! reader is currently working on a podcast so shes kinda dropping hints. her and trevor are starting to interact online a little and people know they're at least "friends". also im so sorry this is so late. hope you like it

trevor zegras x famous singer!reader

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Hamsteak!

CALLIOPE: er, technically, the machine stabilizing The Plot Point. CALLIOPE: the actUal Point is that ominoUs looking bit in the middle!

Letting everyone spend two weeks speculating on why the plot point looks like the hiveswap portal only to reveal this is a great meta joke.

CALLIOPE: the reason we broUght yoU *here*, specifically, is becaUse The Plot Point over there corresponds to the singUlarity at the exact center of oUr aforementioned plot prison! CALLIOPE: important bit of info, that!

Noted, noted. The Plot Point is the singularity at the heart of the black hole. Also noted: They want to bring the whole of Earth-C with them. A lot of people have been assuming a SBURB game was going to happen as the human players sacrificed Candyland to save themselves/their kids. That's still on the table, but it's apparently not Roxy's plan.

VRISKA: It's time to kick off the training wheels and do what I do 8est: VRISKA: Figure shit out myself.

Vriska is bored of this exposition and is going to just hit the machine. That's our Vriska!

!

A flash! Or, well, an HTML5 animation in an iframe. Technology marches on! Also marching on: Vriska, who touches the singularity and gets immediately sucked into it. The music here is also very similar to the music that plays for the Hiveswap portal cutscene, but I'm not sure if it's literally the same song. I don't think it is? I was kind of expecting the first [S] to be a huge "We're back bitches!" thing designed to make Tumblr pop off, but I guess it's better to start small.

ROXY: callie CALLIOPE: yes dear? ROXY: is vriska right CALLIOPE: right aboUt what, dear? ROXY: about the fact that u dont actually know wtf we were supposed to be gettin up to here CALLIOPE: well... CALLIOPE: Um, more or less, yes. ROXY: bb are you srs

It doesn't reflect super well on Roxy that she apparently never figured this out herself.

ROXY: you said you were being compelled by like hella visions n premonishes n mysterious psychic spatiotemporal intuitions n i kinda figured that meant you had this shit all ttly comprehended!

This is one of those lines you're meant to maybe pass over without realizing how big it is. Someone is manipulating Callie here! Perhaps its related to the mysterious GavageCunctation, who I'm still calling as being the 5th Omega kid, to match the 5-letter names they all have.

CALLIOPE: yoU remember how we got so wrapped Up in the initial excitement of finding the singUlarity and the rUined jUjU arch, and sUbseqUently stabilizing it with oUr sUper cool cherUbic-lalondian tech... ROXY: its true our tech really is so fkn cool...

So the "Juju Arch" is the portal, which was previously called a "Skaian Artifact". Presumably put there by the same person giving Calliope the dreams. I'm guessing it's GC-related, but it could also be Skaia itself. Homestuck 1 kind of forgot about Skaia as an antagonistic force.

CALLIOPE: well, i sUppose i might have implied a more complete knowledge of the a to zed of all this then i actUally... possessed. CALLIOPE: and continUe to possess. JOHN: well, but you don't possess it.

John is such a pedantic shit at the most random times, it's great.

JOHN: feels kinda nice not being the one getting chastised, for a change! ROXY: john shut ur insensitive blabhole or im gonna chastise the shit out of u JOHN: jeez! JOHN: it was fun while it lasted, i guess.

People forget John has a personality, but it's true! He's kind of an asshole!

Al intervenes to show us-

Well that's the update. I like the shorter, more frequent updates, but it's kind of killing the liveblog idea when they come out a few pages at time.

[scrubbinn]

Slime HRT 10 months: Big changes

Content warning: Dark tone, discussions of identity death

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Oh, right. I kinda forgot to write in this thing. It's certainly been a long time. I'm still not allowed at work, but I've been assured that I'm not going to be fired or anything. Apparently, they want to see if slimes have any roles in construction that would be less of a danger to myself and others. Not that I could go back if I wanted to, I've been having dizzy spells all day for the past week. It's probably some new change to my body. Oh my god, I forgot to write about the changes. There's a lot to catch up on, and thankfully, it'll all be positive this time!

First of all, I’ve been meeting up with the Doc every month, but this time he hasn't chewed me out for not writing in this journal, he thinks I'm writing out a new page every week. All I need to do is tell him what he wants to hear. It makes me wonder if I actually could have just lied about living as my preferred species for the past two years. Not that I ever really figured out what that meant (Should I have like? Absorbed my food through my skin??) Either way the Doc has never had anything important to say, it's always the same questions, a physical exam, and then he tells me what changes I should expect, and he's usually wrong. Like a few months ago, he thought I was going to gain translucent skin. Nope. Tongue is now made of goo. I mean, my skin started to change eventually, but, ok, let's just go in chronological order with everything that's happened so far.

So my tongue and presumably most of my insides have turned into a solid bunch of goo. It'll probably dissipate once the rest of my mouth changes too. It's made eating interesting. I don't have taste buds anymore, which sucks and drives me crazy sometimes, but now I don't have to worry about how gross health foods are. There are some other pretty big downsides though. I've had to change up my diet a lot to avoid blacking out, because yeah, that happened a while back. It's ok now. I think it was just a new body needing different levels of nutrition. It should be fine now, at least cause it hasn’t happened again.

The big change is my skin. It's finally began to change, the doc said my skin was supposed to transform into a translucent gel, but instead, I got a new gooey layer to my body that gets cloudier and cloudier every day. It's just on my limbs at the moment, but it's been spreading outward as time goes on. It’ll probably cover me within the next month. There's definitely some change going on underneath, but I can't say I know what that might be. It can definitely hurt like hell from time to time, but I got used to the pain, and I mean, that means it’s working, right? I’m finally becoming a slime. Really, truely a slime!

To be real for a second though, things have been really scary. It's been great and all to see progress these past months, but it's terrifying not knowing how the changes will go. This is a brand new treatment after all. Not a single other slime has developed the way I have, and it seems like that doctor doesn’t even know how it’s supposed to work. These dizzy spells and headaches have been getting worse lately, and every new change seems to have some sort of downside. Don't get me wrong I still want to be a slime, but it's been…

1 week later

Doctor Hans: "And that's the last of your journal. It's a shame to learn you've been lying to me about your notes. Perhaps things wouldn't come to this if you'd been more studious."

Mayday: "It was your faulty medication that made me pass out. Besides, I've blacked out before, I don't see why this is such a big deal. Not like we can do anything about it, right?"

"You didn't wake up for three days! You could have died if your friends hadn't brought you here! Your brain started dissolving Ms. Mulberry! You’re growing new organs that we know nothing about! It could be a replacement brain, or it could be a cancer. Without proper study, your very life could be in danger, and despite what you may think of me, my top priority is the safety of my patients. I am sorry for the damage I’ve done to you already, but I’ll have to cancel your prescription for now."

"What? Y-you can’t do that?! You think that it's ok to just remove my happiness? This has to be illegal, right? You can't just do that? You can just use the normal slime medication, right? The kind that other slime I met used, that’ll be fine, I’m ok with that, I don’t need to shift my texture and color, it’s fine!"

"No Ms.Mulberry, it isn’t fine. Putting you on a different HRT even for a slime could lead to catastrophic results, It’d be more dangerous than having you continue with your current prescription. I’m sorry, but I can not allow you to continue with your transition until we know it will be safe. I’ll just need more time to study the effects. It hopefully won't take long. The CT scans we've gained have been quite helpful. If you're lucky, you can continue transitioning in six months."

Dr. Hans laid out the photos in front of me. My bones were barely visible, and my organs were either gone or transparent. Half of my brain was missing and replaced with what looked like a stomach with plant roots twirling out of it. Terror struck me the more I looked. A person's insides were never something I could handle well, but seeing my brain being a half and half abomination was a horror I couldn't look away from.

"Is it safe to let it stay like that? Shouldn't I keep taking my treatment so it fully forms into whatever this core is? Sure, a lot of this stuff has hurt, but isn't it more dangerous to just leave me halfway?"

"Ms.Mulberry… Preliminary psych exams have shown that you've sustained a significant amount of memory loss. A normal slime would have the brain dissolve near the end of their transition, with specialized cells acting as neurons and allowing the whole slime to act as one brain, the HRT for them is designed so that the neural pathways of the brain transfer over to the new pathways of a slime. But your body doesn't have the gel to do that. If whatever you have is a new brain, then it's clear it's not copying your mind correctly. It's very likely you would forget your entire life if this process continued. In the best case scenario you’ll be left with some memories and irreparable damage to your life. Worst case, complete identity death."

"So that's it, there's nothing for me. I'm going to stay like this forever. Just half a slime that doesn't fit in anywhere. No job, no community, alone, isolated, afraid, and damaged. Is starting over from scratch really that bad?"

"Please think of how your friends and family would feel. It's not like they'd abandon you. You can wait until I make sure your mind won't disappear, and then continue your medication. There is a chance you won't fully transition after such a large gap, but it will be worth it, I assure you."

"I'm so tired of doing things to please others. I don't even remember what my job was or what my father looks like. Why should I care about other people when I won't even remember them? Why should I care about this stupid life I have if the universe is just going to hurt me over and over again. Can't I be selfish about one thing in my life. I just want the one thing that will make me happy. Isn't that what we're taught. To fight for what is right? Being a slime is right for me. I don't care about the cost."

"If that is what you wish, you have that right. I legally can't let you continue your treatment until we know it isn't life threatening, but you have the right to start taking it again after another three weeks of observation. If you truly do not care about the consequences of your transition, that is. I only ask that you spend this time thinking things through."

"I will..."

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