#i just cannot stop fucking up idk whats wrong with me i used to be able to handle everything even if barely

[obligatory-name-change]

thinking about a house. the house is sentient but not in a way i would typically recognize. it would view me as both a part of itself (similar to how an animal is a part of its ecosystem) and also something inherently lesser (like how an owner views its pet). i can't communicate with it in any meaningful way. i can't even tell when it's paying attention to me if it doesn't try to draw my attention. it can manipulate whatever is inside of itself except me, which would give me a sort of edge if it ever viewed me as a threat, but since it doesn't it sees it in more of a "awww look at your little claws" way.

[twinktorturer]

urgh im screwing everything in university up lately and it has me feeling like such a fucking idiot

[konigslittleliebling]

## LITTLE PUP.

enjoy this little piece while cherry’s next chapter is still in editing 💌

table of contents; time jumps (s1, 4 + 8), reader is iconic after the time skip, sexual tension, mentions of rape but literally just the word, possibly triggering language, use of a pet name, age gap (but your age isn’t specified), you’re a snow but not physically described, eventual p in v, hate-fucking, sub(ish) sandor, cum-dumping, brief mentions of bleeding, honestly i can’t be arsed to list everything so mdni please.

a/n; idk what trope this is. i think i invented a new one cause you literally hate each other.

the halls of the red keep are like mazes to you. they like to go on forever, curling back on themselves but still somehow taking you in opposite directions. it seems to you that the targaryens were spindlers of bricks; weaving and spinning a cobweb of pillars and towers that seem to pierce the sun and cast shadows on the sky.

the north is so simple and you miss that. but here, you are lost.

you stumble upon a dead end. you swear your chambers are on this floor, they certainly were yesterday. or did you take a wrong turn? the winding stairs, the long stroll through a high-rising courtyard, then more stairs, then another long stroll. . . where on earth have you ended up? this corridor looks familiar, or do they all look the same? you don’t recall.

“lost again are we, pup?”

you swivel at the voice, almost knocking over a rather expensive looking vase. the queen’s dog. he always appears when you least need for it, like he tracks you when you’re at your most vulnerable. sniffing for your confounded scent.

“no,” you tell him, gasping when your back hits the wall. “and stop calling me that.”

he sniggers, sauntering closer. “i think the little pup has lost her way.”

you take a ponderous swallow, the weight of it dragging down your throat. “i am not lost.” he half expects you to stamp your feet. “go away, leave me alone.”

his smirk doesn’t waver, and his large frame continues to draw closer. his size casts a shadow that stretches ahead of him, carpeting the hallway with a dreadful umbra. it shades you, engulfing you in its darkness. you swallow again, harder this time, and you hear a grim chuckle which tells you he must’ve heard it.

“the queen sent for you.”

you stand a little straighter, hoping he cannot see the way you shudder in his presence. he’s almost reached you now, heavy boots ringing against the floor.

“i will make my own way.”

a low, gravelly laugh booms from his steel-plated chest and you cave in at the husk of it. “you don’t know where she is.”

“is she in the throne room?” you implore, meek.

you can smell his musk now. sweat, ale and flesh. “do you know how to get there from here?”

you falter and peer out of the window with a desperate sidelong glance. all you see is sky. “how did you find me?” you interrogate, snapping your gaze back to his encroaching soma. he’s nearing you. the hall seemed longer when you were alone but somehow his imposing stride has claimed it in short succession.

“i was waiting for you,” he rasps, his dark eyes more hooded than usual. “in your chambers.”

you frown, yelping when your back hits the wall again. you hadn’t even realised you were backing away.

“but you never came.” he’s in front of you now, large hand finding purchase at the bricks beside your head. “i thought maybe you’d taken a wrong turn.” he pushes himself from the wall slightly so his view of your body is a little clearer. his eyes rake it from top to toe, hovering at your chest before returning to your face. he smiles, crooked. “i caught up to you a few wrong turns ago.”

“why didn’t you stop me?” you find your voice again, and the question comes out sharper than intended. his expression hardens and you shrink into yourself.

“the little pup forgets herself.” he drawls, trapping the thin flesh of his lower lip between two teeth.

“i can talk to you how i like. you’re not a ser, you’ve said so yourself.” your tone shocks you — you’re not sure from where you’re finding such confidence.

a gritty chuckle slips through the lopsided crook of his smirk, eyes seemingly darker than before. “pup is relying too much on my forbearance.”

“i’m not a pup,” you tell him, tilting your head high. “i’m a lady.”

“you’re a bastard.” he spits, almost hatefully. “your mother was a wench or a common whore or both, no doubt with an arse full of custard and tits like saucers.”

you do well to handle his words, allowing them to bounce right off you with stoic ease. “would you rather the term woman?”

“aye,” he shifts on his feet, intense stare sinking below the realms of your comfort. “you’ve bled, then?”

suddenly a sickening befalls you. “. . . no.”

he adjusts his stance again, but this time his eyes remain focused on yours. “that so?”

you opt for silence. it’s thick and deafening.

he takes note of your pause, nodding. “late bloomer?”

“i suppose.” you lie, shuffling awkwardly as you lower your head.

he hums, bowing his head again to soak you in. “but these have bloomed.” his armour clinks when he raises an arm, finger pointed to your cleavage.

you berate yourself, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. “they haven’t, not entirely. it is just the corset.”

the hand that previously gestured to your chest travels to your middle where it pinches, cupping your side. you jump, the cool kiss of his gauntlet shocking you through your silk. “you’re not wearing a corset.” he squeezes your waist once, then lets his hand drop.

hot tears start to well in your eyes and you become weak at the knees, leaning back against the wall for balance. “please—”

“they’re well-rounded for a girl who hasn’t yet bloomed,” he speaks lowly, leaning down. “tell me, pup. what babe do these intend to feed if you have not bled?”

“i don’t know,” you mumble, trying not to cry. “the body can work in mysterious ways.”

he lets out a crass, dry chuckle. it’s vicious and forced. “i thought you were a woman.”

you sigh deeply, expelling it from your nose. he’s laid down the foundations of a trap and you stumble straight upon it. “i am. i’m a woman who does not wish to be raped.”

then something in his face shifts, like a switch has been flipped. you heave out a breath, anchoring yourself to the wall.

but he does nothing, only looks down at your cowering figure with pitiful disgust. “i’m not a raper.”

“of course, you are. that’s just your kind.” you spit, regaining your confidence. “it’s in your nature.”

“my kind? i’m no knight, pup. meryn trant beats helpless girls so i’d wager he’s raped his fair share, too. but i only take pleasure from drawing blood with steel.” he talks through his teeth, his shoulder-length hair falling between the two of you like curtains.

“you’re still a man,” you say, barely above a whisper. “you’re all the same. my mother always told me to assume every man means to hurt me, because most of them will.”

a sort of sadness or something similar dashes across his features and for a second you believe the hound, one of westeros’ most feared men, might actually be capable of empathy. then his eyes turn back to their usual sourness and your face stares back at you in their reflection.

“if you live by that rule, you will get hurt, pup.” he returns to his full height, taking one step back. “to assume the worst is no way to survive.”

“you’re a hateful man,” you tell him. “that’s why you’re so at home here.”

“you’ll be thankful for my hate when a time comes that trant or worse gets their hands on you, and believe me, there is far worse than trant.” he leans close again. “but he’s no man, and he’s less of a knight than me.”

you fidget under his stare, cringing when his hot breath licks at your neck.

“and here’s another token of wisdom, don’t ever fight back, ‘cause then you’re showing him how strong you are.” he retracts from you, still smirking. “and they’ll always be stronger than you.”

you consider him for a fleeting moment, your apprehension beginning to dwindle. “the queen will be wondering where i am.”

you push past him. he does not follow you this time.

“you’re dying.” you speak the words monotonously, dead-faced and bleak.

he grunts, dragging himself up the cliff side. his weight slips down again and he growls, clutching at his leg where a spur of bone spears through its skin. “aye, unless there’s a maester hiding behind that rock, i’m done.”

you ought to swish your skirts and do a pirouette, this is the best thing that’s happened to you for some time. “killed by a woman,” you smirk, watching him struggle. “you’ve no idea the joy that brings me.”

“i’m not dead yet.” he groans, clenching his teeth as blood continues to seep from his wounds. “but if you’d like to hurry things along, i won’t stop you.”

“i’d rather you went slowly.” you deadpan, kneeling beside him. his injuries are grisly, and if they don’t take him soon, mountain lions or vultures will.

“you’re a bitter little bitch aren’t you, pup?” even now he can still muster irritancy. “all these months, i’ve kept you fed and watered, and this is the thanks i get.”

“i didn’t ask you to do any of it.” you remind him, making yourself comfortable whilst he moans in agony. “i’m only here cause you wanted a woman to keep you in warm company.”

“and you’ve not even been good for that.” he rasps, glancing over at you. “i should’ve had you the night of the blackwater. yeah. . . i should’ve fucked you bloody.”

before, a statement like that would’ve rocked you. now you feel nothing. “not a raper, he says.”

“i should’ve fucking raped you.” he spits, then lets out a throaty groan when the soil beneath him shifts, causing his leg to move.

“i know what you’re trying to get me to do,” you stand, looking down at him. he lets out a whimperish sound and it delights you. “i’m not going to end your suffering. killing you would be a mercy.”

“you know you want to.” he taunts, big brown eyes gazing up at you. he almost looks soft. “how many times have you thought about it?”

“oh, i want nothing more.” you crouch down and reach for his belt, plucking the bag of silver that was fastened to it. he goes for you out of instinct, trying to swipe the bag. “you won’t be needing this.”

and you step over him, gravel crunching beneath your feet as you make haste to catch up to the tall woman.

“kill me.” he pleads, armour chinking against the ground. “kill me!”

you leave him there, leaving his fate to the gods. or the mountain lions. it doesn’t make a difference to you.

last night was long but the north prevailed. arya stark killed the night king, and with him, his army of fallen soldiers finally fell again.

you stand next to sansa stark, a dear childhood friend. around you, people celebrate the victory over mead, stew and women. theon greyjoy and lyanna mormont were lost to the battle, amongst many others. their losses weigh heavy, and it’s obvious that people are finding comfort at the bottom of an alehorn.

a little ways ahead, at an empty table, sits the man you left for dead; a jug to himself, and two empty bowls. “i left him to die.”

from your peripheral you see her head turn rather sharply. “who?”

“sandor clegane.” you tell her, his name leaving an aftertaste worse than the strongest wine in your mouth. it almost feels like vulgarity to speak it. “he begged me to kill him, i didn’t.”

“sandor clegane begged you to kill him? you lost me at the word ‘begged’.” she snorts, sipping from her cup.

you smile. it would sound pretty alien to somebody who wasn’t there. “he was already dying, he just wanted me to end it quickly.”

sansa nods. “why didn’t you?”

you finally tear your eyes from the man, blind to your gaze. “do you remember how much you loathed joffrey?”

she nods a yes.

“when he was dying, had he asked you to finish him and spare him the misery of death, would you have?”

she’s silent, then shakes her head no.

you turn back to him, and a pair of brown eyes glare back at you. your heart lurches and you harden your stare, lifting your cup to take a drink.

“he’s seen you.” sansa murmurs, hiding her mouth behind her cup. “i assume you have not spoken.”

“no,” you swig generously from your wine, then pass her your empty cup. “i intend to remedy that.”

he watches you approach, not blinking and unmoving. you settle down opposite him and take his alehorn from his grip, helping yourself to the jug. you pour what remains of it, then take a greedy slurp, deliberate and loud.

“i have a question.” you clear your throat and slide the empty alehorn back toward him. he catches it, eyeing you with an unreadable expression. “are you immortal?”

“fucking hope not.” he gruffs, waving down a serving girl.

you smirk. “it’s just, i’m pretty certain i left you for imminent death.”

“aye, i hadn’t forgotten.” he grumbles, snatching a jug from the girl.

“and you survived the army of the dead.” you rest your chin in your palm. “it seems to me that you’re hard to rid of.”

“does that sadden you?” he asks, rhetorical.

“a little.” you humour.

he offers you another drink, you decline. “i hope you made use of that silver.”

“i made more use of it than you would have.”

he looks up at you and chuckles. “you’ve changed, little pup. it used to be you couldn’t look at me — out of fear, out of hatred.”

“i still hate you.” you smile, tilting your head. his gaze flits to follow yours. “but i’ve seen worse since you.”

he straightens in his seat, chewing at his lip. “been bedded yet?”

“as it so happens, i have.” you fold your arms. you knew he’d bring it up eventually.

“broken in rough, were you?”

you squint at him, jaw ticking. “does it matter?”

he holds your hard stare for a second. “no.”

what you don’t tell him, is that it was him who you dreamt of the night you were taken.

when you knocked on his door, which took courage and much of it, you didn’t wait long enough for it to open and started to take your leave.

“little pup,” he leaned against the doorframe. “come to finally finish me?”

“something like that.”

what a sight, you twitching and writhing above him in the low candlelight. his massive palms curve around your rolling hips where they squeeze, anchoring you to his crotch.

he’s gained weight since you last saw him, his stomach soft with pudge. his thighs make for thick cushioning under your hind and you mewl, fingers nipping at his belly as he drags your clit against the salt and pepper curls at his cock’s base.

a man of his size would be well-endowed, wouldn’t he? the guy is hung like a horse, and the moment you speared yourself onto him it felt as though you were being ruined for the first time again.

you like him like this. for one, this is the longest he’s gone without imprecating you. but mostly, you’re in control for once.

and he looks devastating beneath you. a crude sheen coats his cheeks and forehead, glistening against the uneven surface of his scar. his brows are furrowed, pupils blown to the point his eyes look black, and his nostrils flare with each staggered gasp for breath.

a groan rips from his throat, raw and croaky. the wiry hairs of his chest seem to stand to attention, soaking the cotton of his undershirt. sweat catches in the stubble of his thick neck, teeth gritted in a snarl.

your hips stutter at the sight of him, snapping wildly. his hands alternate between bouncing and grinding you down onto him, skin slapping skin and the stench of sex filling the room.

the gape of your cunt as she stretches to accommodate him is immense and it aches beautifully, clinging to him like a sheath would a sword. every so often he knocks against your cervix, jolting you above him. you allow a moan to escape you, nails cutting into his chub.

with ease he’s able to reach around your waist with two large hands, guiding you along every ridge and vein. he flexes inside of you as you fuck yourself on his cock, pulsating around him.

nothing about it is loving or caressive or attentive. he won’t rock his hips or make effort to please you. he hasn’t kissed you or asked how you like it and only touches you when your pace slows. he seldom even makes a noise.

all it is, is two people chasing the same thing. a good fuck.

and gods, is it good. raw and ravenous and filthy. tooth and claw.

a frantic pant bursts from your lungs and you rut against him like something animalistic has taken you. intense pleasure starts to blossom in your stomach and your back arches, then a warm hand cups the back of your neck where it tilts your head down, forcing you to look where you’re connected.

“you’re fucking falling apart.” he drawls, slurred. you jerk away from his grip, shoving him away so he falls back into the pillows with a lazy grin.

all those years of pent up hatred, brewing and festering, igniting ever fibre of your beings, finally erupts when you both go rigid. you stiffen atop him, mouth falling open into a silent scream. a low growl reverberates through him and you feel it in your core, his fingers biting into your thighs as he dumps his load within you.

he twitches and you groan, lifting yourself off him and collapsing onto the mattress. your pussy aches at the sudden loss, your loins sore and burning. you peer down at the stickiness between your thighs and the red that curdles with the cream.

a grating chuckle irks you then and you sit up, scanning the room for something to clean yourself with.

“so i got to fuck you bloody after all.”

“i fucked myself bloody,” you grumble, rising on quivering legs. “you just laid there.”

“aye,” he watches you, amused. “and still you struggle to walk.”

“it’s been a while.” you parrot back, wincing as you wipe yourself with a spare sheet.

“no wonder you didn’t kill me,” he carries on, eyes closed and arms crossed. “i knew you wanted it as much as me.”

you scoff at that. “don’t flatter yourself.”

“i don’t need flattery when it’s my seed that drips from your cunt, little pup.”

“i’m no pup.”

“no, of course not. you’re a little bitch.”

“you’re learning.”

[fettuccin-e]

Man in the Mirror

Kinktober Day 19: Voyeurism

Tags: Marc Spector x Reader x Steven Grant, afab!fem!reader, consensual voyeurism, unprotected piv (pls wrap it in real life omg), dirty talk, slight degradation, Steven watches Marc fuck you through a mirror idk what to tell you (w/c: 1K)

A/N: Back with the boys because I love them and I cannot help myself okay!!! And this is consensual, even though Steven doesn't exactly know it at the beginning, he just thinks he's being a perv. But in my fics, everyone is a perv alright! (this month I have been using these prompts from flightlessangelwings!)

Steven knows it’s wrong, God, it’s fucking wrong, but it’s like he can’t stop himself.

There’s something about the way Marc fucks you, the way you scrabble at the bedsheets when the shoves you into a lewd arch, his hand pressing into your back. The way you moan for it, heaving breaths into your lungs. It’s the way Marc talks to you through it, talking to you like you’re the filthy one, like you’re the one who’s desperate for it, even though Steven knows it’s both of you.

“God damn, baby,” Marc snarls, fucking into you hard enough that tears are starting to leak down your cheeks. “You’re fucking sucking me in, sweetheart. Feels good, huh? Getting fucked like you need?”

“Yes, fuck, yes,” you gasp through the moans he forces out of your mouth with every thrust. “It’s so fucking good, Marc, you’re so fucking deep.”

Steven should stop, right now. Go hide in the headspace, go to sleep and let you both have some privacy. Fuck, he's as naked as Marc is right now, he should feel exposed, have some god damn decency. But it’s like he’s stuck in place, staring in through the mirror as Marc rips you apart in ways he’s never dreamed to. It’s fucking addicting to watch the way your eyes roll back, the way your ass smacks back against Marc every time he shoves himself in, in, in. He reaches down to his bare cock and squeezes, unable to help it.

You’d only put this mirror up a week ago, and he hadn't even thought about the positioning of it. It’s placed on the wall right across from the foot of your bed, and fuck, he can see everything. He hadn’t noticed, hadn’t thought about this view when he had helped you set it straight, Marc coming into view in the reflection and smirking at Steven like he knew something he didn’t. Steven had brushed it off.

He shouldn’t have fucking brushed it off.

Because he’s sure, almost fucking positive, that Marc had somehow known. He’d known that Steven would watch, just like this, how Marc takes care of their girl. How he destroys you in ways that Steven can’t even think up on his own. It’s a special kind of torture, seeing you like this and not feeling it, not feeling you.

Marc’s thrusts are brutal, violent like the man himself. He treats you with so much care normally, Steven has seen it, but this isn’t gentle in the least. And you love it, crying out and drooling onto your sheets as Marc rips you to pieces, pulling you back onto his cock with thick fingers digging hard into your hips. He’s not sure how long he’s been watching intently, unable to tear his gaze away, when he sees Marc’s head snap up.

Looking right fucking at him.

Steven should go, disappear from the consciousness entirely, but it’s like he’s glued to the spot, his gaze locked with Marc’s. Marc’s thrusts don’t stutter, don’t stop, and you’re blissfully unaware as Marc watches Steven watch you.

Until Marc grins like the bastard he is, and leans down to mutter, just loud enough for Steven to hear, “Guess who’s here, gorgeous?”

“Wh-what?” you gasp through Marc’s unrelenting thrusts.

“He’s watching, baby,” Marc smiles, glancing up at Steven. “Just like you wanted.”

You wanted- you wanted? Steven’s breath catches in his throat, he’s pretty sure his heart stops fucking beating. 

“Steven,” you moan like it’s been punched out of you. “Steven’s here.”

“He’s watchin’ in that mirror you put up, sweetheart,” Marc says, “Watching me fuck you.” Steven is flushed beet-red, he knows it, but still, he watches. “Look at him, baby,” Marc growls, “Fucking look at him.”

Marc reaches up and curls a fist into your hair, tugging your head up to look straight into the mirror, straight at Steven. And God, you’re beautiful, tears falling down your face, your lips plump from the way you’ve been biting at them. You can’t see him, Steven knows that, but you look anyway, like you really can.

“She wanted this,” Marc snarls, and you clench your eyes shut, like you want to hide from Steven’s gaze. “She put that mirror up, hoping you’d watch like this. Wanted me to watch you both too, Steven.” You whine, and Marc’s thrusts seem to get even harder. “Our baby’s a little slut, just wants someone to watch her get fucked, isn’t that right, honey?”

“Your-” you gasp, staring into the mirror, like you’re talking to Steven, too. “Your slut, fuck, just yours.”

Marc fucking growls, his hips driving his cock into you. Steven can hear the way your pussy squishes around him, so wet you’re dripping down onto the sheets beneath you. Your body is covered in sweat, glinting in the light, practically glowing.

“Gonna let him fuck you after this, baby?” Marc grits, “Fucking whore for this cock, can’t get enough.” You slur a stream of yesyesyesyes as Marc reaches beneath you to start rubbing furiously at your clit, and you tremble beneath him.

“C’mon, gorgeous, cum for me.” Marc glances up at Steven. “Cum for both of us.”

Your eyes go wide, your mouth gaping open around a silent scream as you gush down Marc’s cock, body shaking as Marc fucks you through it, letting out a strangled groan of his own. Steven is hard as a fucking rock, straining against his stomach, begging for your touch. He watches as Marc thrusts deep and stills, his eyelids fluttering as he pumps you full of his cum.

You slump into the sheets, and Marc slides out of you, leaning down to kiss down your spine, muttering little praises of “such a good girl,” and “took it so well, looked so pretty,” into your skin. You roll onto your back, tugging Marc down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. Marc smiles against your mouth, and Steven feels that familiar pull to the front.

He shuts his eyes, and when he blinks them open again, you’re smiling up at him, reaching up to brush a reverent hand across his jaw.

“Enjoyed the show?” you whisper, and Steven can’t help the way he grins, the way his heart flutters.

“More than you know, darling,” he mutters, and leans to lick into your mouth. “Got to give Marc a show now, yeah?”

[luigisbambinaaa]

hi everyone,

it feels extremely ridiculous to have to write all this out. i was sent this video of luigi speaking in a group chat with zero context, meaning i was unaware that this was a widely gatekept video. personally, i did not choose to gatekeep it because i wanted to share the video with ALL my girls on tumblr, hence all the hashtags. i did not post this for likes, comments, or reblogs--i posted this simply because i knew all my girls on here would GREATLY appreciate hearing his voice.

i have NEVER entertained drama on this blog and have tried my best to keep this blog strictly luigi orientated, but this is childish. i posted this without any ill intent and the reactions were quite literally so fucking immature. i am very glad as time has passed and almost everyone has been able to calm down and take accountability for what was said in the heat of the moment. i have honestly been speechless for hours and my thumbs ache from all the back and forth ive been doing because of this. i TRULY appreciate everyone that has reached out to me, defended my character, and kept me up to date with what has been said in the last few hours.

i have tried my best to remain a friendly and respectful individual by ignoring certain things said time and time again fyi. this is probably unnecessary but i cannot bring myself to post without saying this. vers is a friend of almost all my good friends on here so i have always tried to give the benefit of the doubt but i am floored at this statement, "if we had fulfilling lives we wouldn't be so upset over any of this." every single friend i have made on here and talk to daily are employed, in school, or directly a part of the health care field, myself included. i did not see anyone else but her and her friends upset at this video being posted so im not sure who this shouldve been directed towards.

i saw the anon message saying that palmers was implying that i leaked the video and i want to say i appreciate palmers being able to take accountability and explain the situation to everyone. palmers was the very first friend i EVER made and she encouraged me to start writing and i have loved every minute of it. i love sharing my ideas with everyone and i am hoping i will be allowed to go back to that. really what kills me here is that without fail this shit is walked over and us smaller blogs forever deal with hate no matter how long time goes by. i have always voiced this frustration with my friends and i knew drama was inevitable, but i did not think it would come so soon.

i have unfollowed individuals that have said questionable things and have rubbed me the wrong way and if anything i say here has done the same to you i kindly ask you unfollow me, the hate and death threats i have gotten are so unnecessary, please touch grass! i have been long time fans even when i was a lurker of some of these accounts but i can no longer hide my disdain. i hope we can all move forward and STOP FUCKING LOSING THE PLOT.

thanks for reading, this is just me spilling my thoughts and not proof read or anything, i have tried to be as authentic as possible and i am not going to apologize for sharing this video because i do not see the point in it. i love you all and i hope i can get back to writing idk i feel in a very awkward position.

ITS FREE LUIGI MANGIONE !!!!!!!! DONATE TO HIS FUND, KEEP TALKING ABOUT HIM, WRITE TO HIM, SEND PHOTOS TO HIM !!!!!!

[pedriache]

pedri loves y/n but she refuses to believe that she deserves that love or can’t believe it

Let light be light — Pedri Gonzalez.

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Gn!Reader

Summary: After your last relationship left you certain you could never be loved, Pedri is determined to prove you wrong.

Word count: 673

Disclaimer/s: talks of stupid ex boyfriend, hurt to comfort sorta + hopefull ending

A/N: idk what to say this took me a while to come up with but hey! hi! this is the most beautiful piece of literature i’ve ever written.

Pedri’s head was in his hands, elbows resting on his knees to hold said head up. You were so confusing. So, so, so unbelievably confusing. He’d just professed his undying love for you, and all you had to say was, “no, you don’t.”

Taking a deep breath, Pedri’s head lifts, eyes searching your downcast face. “What do you mean, ‘no, you don’t?’” His eyebrows scrunched together, the line beneath them growing deeper with your silence.

You rub your thighs with a sigh, trying to collect yourself. “Pedri, seriously, you don’t—“ a small, breathy laugh, “you don’t mean that.”

He scoffs, rubbing your face in an act of distress. “I don’t mean it, or you don’t want me to mean it?” Your lips pinch tightly. Well, shit.

“You’re sweet, you’re amazing.. you’re one of my best friends, but you cannot mean that!” Your hands lift in disbelief. “I mean, I know you care about me, that’s—you don’t love me.”

Pedri licks his lips, “why not? I mean, how could I not?” He didn’t understand how you could think like that. He’d done everything to show you how much he loved you, yet you were denying it.

Then it clicked.

“Is this about your ex?” Suddenly Pedri wasn’t just upset, he was annoyed, nearly angry. Your piece of shit ex had completely taken away your self worth. It’d taken months for Pedri to get you to move on from him.

But that was nearly ten months ago. He thought you’d gotten out of that mans grasp by now.

You’d grown silent, staring at your clammy hands. “I-“ another beat, “I do… love you. Pedri. And I want to believe that you love me too, but it’s not that easy.”

The mans heart skips a beat, feeling a little relief at the fact that it was at the very least, reciprocated. “Why isn’t it? I do everything for you, I try to do the things I know you love, I try to make you feel worthy of the love you deserve. So why isn’t it easy? Fuck,” he curses your name, “I love you.”

The desperation in his tone made your head shatter. Every ounce of what he felt was prevalent in that singular curse, in the way he said your name, in the way he said those three words.

Everything stopped. Your world stopped. Your heart stopped. Your breathing was stuck in your throat. Eyes flickering to Pedri, you take in the hurt written across his face. Yet even in all that pain, there was an overwhelming amount of love scribbled everywhere in bold.

You understood the depth of his emotions in that moment, your forehead creased, tongue darting out to lick your lips, and your eyes… God your eyes. Pedri couldn’t pull his gaze away. Glossed over and pleading.

You chuckle, “you certainly have a way with words,” A singular tear escaping your right eye. Pedri’s hand hesitantly comes up to your face, gently cupping it as he swipes the tear away with his thumb.

“I just need you to know how much I care.” He speaks softly, as if he was scared you would pull away from his touch. You didn’t. In fact, you leaned into it. A small smile appearing on your puffed lips.

“I think I have an idea.” You hum, moving your head to place a kiss to his palm. The small act of affection sending a swarm of warmth to Pedri’s stomach.

He didn’t think it was possible to feel as deeply as he did, but that small act, that small touch, your words… He was certain he would never feel this deeply for anyone else in his life time. For the rest of Pedri’s life, he would spend it loving you. He would use every second, every millisecond, proving just how worthy of love you really are. And the thing was, you believe it.

All you needed to do, was let the light in. Let light be light, and leave the gloom of the night behind you.

Likes , comments , and reblog’s , are all appreciated. Let me know if you want tagged in any or all of my posts <3

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby @gadriezmannsgirl !

[physalian]

Made the mistake of reading the comments on an anti-gen-ai post and seeing the repeat sentiment of “tumblr is so reactionary against ai in all its forms they’re so stupid I don’t see anything wrong with it get a life”

Is a bit sad, ngl.

I’m leaving the OP alone because those reblogs are a hot mess but the point of OP was that, whatever fuckups keep you awake at night, at least you’re not using a robot to write your fanfic for you.

And the comments were in two camps:

Writing fanfic is in itself cringe, using a robot is a lateral move

Wah tumblr is so stupid

First of all, this is the fandom hellsite, fuck right off with your anti-fanfic bullshit.

Second of all, yes this is the no-nuance hellsite, but they’re not wrong.

Idk how many well-written arguments I’ve seen desperately trying to explain to the void why fanfiction is a community art and effort. The whole point is its soul, and to feed it to a robot and post what it shits out—ignoring the plagiarism and environmental damage for a second—is antithetical to what fanfiction and fanart represents.

Fan creations are explicitly and exclusively made by people who adore a story so much that it has impacted them in such a way that they want to share that impact with the rest of the world. There is no place for artificial intelligence here, none, no nuance required.

“But what about people with disabilities—” To imply that those with disabilities neither already have existing tools to help them nor that they cannot be successful without cheating is a grotesque insult cosplaying as virtue.

“But what if I’m just using it for ideas—” These machines aren’t pulling magic out of their asses, it’s plagiarism. No nuance. It’s boldface theft. If you see a fanfic and you like the premise, nothing is stopping you from dropping an Author’s Note that says “this fic is inspired by XYZ’s fic [link] go check it out!”. We are all influenced by the stories we see and hear. Reading someone else’s fic and making an homage to it is not at all the same thing as dialing up the burglar bot and pretending it’s okay because you can’t see the burglary happening. You are aiding and abetting theft and plagiarism every time you use GenAI.

“But what if I’m editing what it gives me and fleshing it out—” If you don’t enjoy the entire process of creation, even a little bit, then sorry this isn’t the outlet for you. Editing my WIPs is tedious and time consuming and sometimes demoralizing, but as a whole I do love editing. I love finding my mistakes, I love improving on my shortcomings, and I love the pride it gives me in knowing that what I have made, even if it’s a little sloppy at the corners, is 100% mine.

If it was easy, it would not be fulfilling. If it was easy, it wouldn’t be meaningful.

Yes, these programs can help with the mundane and the tedious, but those who created them knew damn well the power of what they were unleashing on the world and have done jack squat to stop its abuse. They were so concerned with whether or not they could, they did not stop at all to wonder if they should.

And now here we are. Keep AI away from art.

[fromfiction]

hii!

idk if you knew this, but "soulbond" and "plural identity" are vv harmful terms

:( theyre pro endo (endogenic, aka a "system" without trauma) and endos scientifically cant exist. /info

basically, systems like ourself stem from childhood trauma. before the ages of 9-12, your brain is physically unable to create a solid identity. normally, by that age, what we call "facets" or "fragments" of identity will either:

- fuse together, creative your identity (which is ever-changing but now has a "root"); or

- disappear for any reason

but when someone goes through extreme trauma before that age, those facets are unable to develop properly and instead become identities. this results in DID/OSDD/USD, which are the only ways plurality can exist.

soulbonding is (and correct me if im wrong) the practice of creating a spiritual connection with someone or something, or bringing their soul/spirit into your body. this is similar to introjecting (having an alter form based on a real person, fictional character, etc.) but alters cannot be made intentionally as they form at the brain's subconscious and not the conscious. therefore, it isn't possible and soulbonding is purely misinformation.

likewise, "plural identity" is equally harmful if not even more so because it implies that one can just "identify" as a system or as having fragmented identity, which in turn mutes the people like me whove been through horrible things and had to suffer for it our whole life. if plurality was an identity, then 100% of real systems would identify as singlet because it really isnt fun.

please remove those from your blog... /nm /lh

I am begging you to at least think about what you're doing and saying when you come to a person and ask them to negate and deny their entire personhood and entire lived existence to make you comfortable and to conform to your worldview.

This is what you are doing when you come to a spiritual plural or a spiritual fictionkin and say "stop using those words, because I don't believe in those things".

When you say "DID/OSDD/USD, are the only ways plurality can exist" to someone who has lived the past 30 years of their life as a spiritual plural system you are saying "you don't exist, and I want you to deny your own existence for my comfort."

You are literally coming to me and telling me my soul doesn't exist.

You don't think that's a fucked up thing to say to someone, even if you believe it?

[aiscapades]

thinking out loud abt recent discussions in the touchstarved/obscura fandoms :) literally just my own personal opinion !!!!!

i can't stop thinking abt cirrus bc he's honestly what i want so badly for the touchstarved LIs. it's what i wanted for count lucio.

i was reading y'all's opinions abt the touchstarved marketing and your concerns abt how the game is gonna turn out, and while i was understanding, i also was so confused abt .. where this sudden concern was coming from. and then i played obscura and i was like oh! i didn't know a game could be like this! i didn't know a demo could be like this! i had entirely different reactions to the obscura demo than i did the touchstarved demo

—and yeah that's comparing two totally different games, different studios, different projects. the touchstarved demo served to introduce the characters and the world and it did that wonderfully. it's satisfactory. it's not that they did anything wrong?? but i cannot deny they gave me two insanely different reactions. i was YELLING when cirrus was doing his shit. it was like what i imagine watching trashy reality tv is like. or like watching one of those poorly-made TV movies and just enjoying the ride. i was hollering and jumping out of my chair and GAWKING at the screen. like cirrus was real and he was really saying this insane shit and i was SO ON BOARD and selecting every insane option the game gave me. it was just so wild. and it was so, so fun.

so i thought abt it more and i was like yeah. i actually see where this concern is coming from. rss keeps their stuff so close to their chest that it's hard to tell what routes they're taking, how they're dealing with certain issues, how deep the character arcs go, etc. i have no idea how fucked up their version of monstrosity gets, and for a game that is ENTIRELY about monsters and monstrosity, that definitely gives me pause. we don't know anything. they drop hints and we guess and theorize, but we don't know anything. we know leander is fucked up. we know they're all fucked up. in what way? who knows. does mhin murder people as a giant crow beast every night? we don't definitively know. we kinda assume that based on lore drops, but we don't know. but then other studios are doing semi-regular q&as and dropping information into the laps of their fans on a daily basis (lost in limbo??? hello? every day i get a notif that they've told us something new, either abt ALL the characters or about the world). idk how early obscura devs have been answering questions but they're also doing something similar. but for rss you can send in questions and you're probably never gonna hear back. you can't just ask them what song the m5 LIs would sing on karaoke night and get a response 🧍🏼 they don't do that. which isn't to say it's WRONG of them—i'm not saying they're being bad game devs by any means—but it's definitely a different way to handle game development compared to these other studios we follow.

that lack of fan involvement and information sharing is where the concern comes from, i think. at least on my part!

i mentioned count lucio earlier and i want to elaborate why. firstly, he's my favorite character of all time. i've been writing a fanfic for him for 2 years, and it's nearly 200k words (i'm taking a break from it rn). like i love lucio as a character so, so deeply. is it because of the arcana game? no, actually. it's because of the POTENTIAL his character has. it's because of what the FANS have pulled from him and shaped him into.

the arcana was on the app store. it had such strict rules about what it could and couldn't be. and yeah i can rant about how dumb nix hydra is for taking the mico-transaction phone app route, but my point in all of it is that the devs failed lucio. i think they fumbled a lot, with the other characters as well, but lucio was their watch mojo top 10 biggest anime fails of all time #1 spot.

his bad ending shows him as the new DEVIL and dictator of the world??? and we got to see none of that. his whole route woobified him to pieces. he's just a lil meow meow. he's Baby. he didn't know better. he just made some Oopsies 👉🏻👈🏻 uh oh!!

like he was the main VILLAIN of the story and they turned him into a manchild. the wasted potential of this guy is insane. and i guess i saw that and thought "i can make this motherfucker so much worse" and i did that and will continue to do that. so have his other fans. people have rewritten his route altogether because it was so unsatisfactory.

there's overlap from the arcana in the rss dev team. do i think touchstarved will be the new arcana? nope!!!! but am i also worried they'll play it safe because they think the fanbase wants conventionally loveable love interests? yeah. i absolutely see the concern. it's very real and very there. does red spring studio KNOW we want truly monstrous characters? do they? we're just hoping they do.

leander doesn't have to be just like cirrus. none of them have to be anything. but i do want them to be monstrous. i want to FEEL something the same way i feel something when cirrus orders me onto my knees. like not even in a kinky sexual way. i want to be shocked. i want to hesitate and think "what is this character doing right now? what will i do right now?" i want to be confused and shocked and pleasantly surprised and also horrified. i want the adrenaline high i got while playing cirrus's first chapter. it was like my cptsd was triggered in the best possible way (lmao).

and it's not even about that.

lost in limbo is more fantasy romance than it is horror (save for the goddamn voidbound holy fuck!) but i know that i'll enjoy the game anyhow because i love all the characters. why do i love all the characters? because the devs tell us about them. they don't even have to spoil the game. i know amon smells like chocolate and has a fake southern accent (HELLO?) and that ara can't sing. lost in limbo could be the corniest fucking game and i would still love it because i'm already so attached to the characters.

the reason i turned to lost in limbo and obscura is because my excitement for touchstarved waned. because there's just a once in a blue moon post and it's likely it'll just be a "backers have new updates!" post. which isn't said to shame rss or backers !!!! that's normal and fine and valid!!!! do that!!!! i just mean rss is BARELY giving us what we want. we're stranded in the desert dying and rss is trickling water droplets one by one to each of us. lost in limbo devs are pissing fresh spring water into our mouths at firehose speed. is rss bad for this? no. they're not doing anything wrong. but a natural consequence of their marketing strategy is that fans will move on. i still love touchstarved. i'm going to play it. i'm reblogging fanart and fanfics. i'm posing the mormon leander theory. like i'm still here and still very much active but touchstarved isn't on my mind the way lost in limbo & obscura are.

ravenstar games tells me gael would fail the trial in the tale of orpheus and eurydice and i'm like holy fuck??? holy fuck!!!!!!

would ais? would mhin? i don't fucking know.

and what about elyon and sen? i know they're DLC bonus LIs and they don't need to be fleshed-out as soon as the main LIs. they can be on the back burner until touchstarved comes out. this is fair. but what about them? we know nothing other than 1. elyon is rich because of brothel money and 2. sen is an undead warden? (like a prison guard? like the ppl who watch over vere? i don't even know that for sure) (we also know their flowers but that's barely anything). meanwhile lost in limbo is sharing info about cécile and lázaro as often as their main love interests. they're not forgotten about. i can't even make a mc for sen's route because i know nothing about her!!!!!! which hurts my heart because i love sen. i love the idea of sen. it's the first time a female love interest in one of these games is 1. my type but also 2. not exactly like me (ara i love you but we are twins).

they're impersonal. they are 2D concepts we try to fill out.

maybe rss will tell us the LIs go-to karaoke song after the game releases. or maybe they won't. but there are just so many benefits to sharing that kinda thing and bonding with your fans in that way. that's my whole point. it's not "i need a steady stream of touchstarved content pumped directly into my veins 24/7 or i lose all interest" it's not that!!!!! obviously not because rss doesn't do that and i'm still here. this is my most active blog! i'm having a blast here because the fandom is sick as hell. we're vibing, doing our own thing, and it's great. but rss feels very distant. they are the senobium and we are residents of lowtown wondering when or if things will ever be different. if we're going to have a good day (lore drop or new art) or if things will just continue on as expected.

to reiterate: this post isn't about how rss is doing something wrong or bad or that ravenstar games/rotten raccoons are sososososo much better than rss. rss doesn't have to do everything other studios are doing. that's not what i'm saying. this is just the reality of what rss is doing vs other devs and how i PERSONALLY feel about it. i love them i would literally strap a bomb to my chest and demand my loved ones' credit card info to disarm it for any of these studios/games. i am a fan and i'm hopeful and i want to trust in rss so so so so badly. i want the very best for them. i want them to create a great game and be successful. i want them to be creatively fulfilled and proud of their game. on their own time, their own way. really and truly!

[sanjisboyfie]

one piece smau: dating sabo edition

liked by sabosbf, kokoala, and 10k others

[name]sblondie: this is exactly why im always late to work

tagged: sabosbf and d.dragon

sabosbf: DONT TAG YOUR BOSS????? HES GONNA FUCKING KILL ME??????

-> kokoala: LMFAOAOOA

-> sabosbf: i'm fuckin scared what is going on koala

d.dragon: This is hardly an acceptable reason to be late to work, Sabo.

-> [name]sblondie: boohoo just say youre sad and single

-> divaiva: SABO you're so dead.

freeluffy: cuddling is worth it

[liked by d.dragon, kokoala, and 200 others]

-> kokoeala: just heard dragon-san gasp in his office hold on u might be saved

-> [name]sblondie: thankgodthankgodthankgod

-> freeluffy: huh?

liked by [name]sblondie, divaiva, and 18k others

sabosbf: he's urethral guys idk

tagged: [name]sblondie

[name]sblondie: i think you're urethral too baby

-> sabosbf: i love u i knew u would get my humor

-> [name]sblondie: of course i would my love <333

portgasace: no fucking way u two are real

dni_nami: something is telling me theres something wrong with the caption, but lemme not

-> sabosbf: what's wrong with it :0?

-> dni_nami: ....

divaiva: u two are the cutest (please change that caption, i'm telling you this out of the kindess of my heart)

[liked by kokoala, portgasace, and 140 others]

-> [name]sblondie: my boyfriends caption is perfectly fine

liked by [name]sblondie, sabosbf, and 19k others

portgasace: barfed in my mouth i hate them

tagged: [name]sblondie and sabosbf

[name]sblondie: be nice to ur brother in law damn

-> freeluffy: [NAME] IS OUR BROTHER IN LAW NOW !?!?!?!?

-> [name]sblondie: future* brother in law my bad

-> freeluffy: booooo :(

sabosbf: yeah i hate u too ace, the only rzn u ever go out w us is so u can leech off our wallets

-> portgasace: thats a fuckign lie asshole

-> sabosbf: BROKE ASS

[liked by [name]sblondie, freeluffy, and 100 others]

boahancock: luffy's brother and luffy's brothers boyfriend are so cute <3

-> [name]sblondie: damn she don't even know our names

-> portgasace: professional luffy dickrider (for some rzn)

kokoala: my favorite gays <3333

-> [name]sblondie: ?????

-> sabosbf: thank u koala ;)

-> [name]sblondie: ???????

liked by sabosbf, portgasace, and 20k others

[name]sblondie: guys do u think he loves spiderman more than me

tagged: sabosbf

sabosbf: if peter parker hit my line, im sorry

-> [name]sblondie: ????????

sabosbf: his theme song is my ringtone for u so i guess it connects?

-> [name]sblondie: YOU GUESS???

-> sabosbf: that just means ur my spiderman baby >///<

-> [name]sblondie: DONT TRY TWISTING THIS IN A COMPLIMENTARY WAY U JUS CONFIRMED THAT IM UR SECOND CHOICE

kokoala: spiderman >>>> any other man

-> sabosbf: u get me koala ughhh

portgasace: good taste [name], gooooddd tasteee

-> sabosbf: hehe

-> [name]sblondie: WHAT THE FUCK????????? STOP FLIRTING WITH OTHER MEN RIGHT NOW???

liked by [name]sblondie, divaiva, and 16k others

sabosbf: got jumpscared by this pic in my cameraroll pls someone buy this guy brown contacts

tagged: [name]sblondie

[name]sblondie: me looking at u when u wake up 🧿🧿

-> sabosbf: its ok babe jus please maybe think about blinking a little bit longer

kokoala: cannot hold a conversation with him without feeling like hes thinking about murdering me

-> portgasace: what i said

divaiva: nooo you'd ruin his natural beauty :<

-> [name]sblondie: thank u iva <3

-> [name]sblondie: YOU JUST VENMOED ME 40 BUCKS WITH THE MSG "listen to [name]" ???

-> sabosbf: LMFOAOA babe don't actually buy contacts i love ur eyes theyre pretty :3

d.dragon: They are quite terrifying.

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liked by sabosbf, kokoala, and 19k others

[name]sblondie: boyfriend appreciation post because even though hes got a weird sense of humor, hes still mine (...i guess)

tagged: sabosbf

sabosbf: HEHEHE he loves meeeeee

sabosbf: ok why that ugly ass photo of me as the second one what the hell is wrong w u u just hate me

sabosbf: I LOVE U SABO, LOVE UUU

-> [name]sblondie: love u too handosme (...i guess)

-> sabosbf: STOP WITH THE I GUESS i'd choose u over peter parker anyday baby pleaseee

portgasace: not [name] picking up on me and luffy's appetite too

[liked by kokoala, [name]sblondie, and 100 others]

-> freeluffy: bigger appetite is the best appetite !

sabosbf's story

RESTRAIN ME??? MY SEXY BOYFRIEDN IN MENSWEAR HOLY SHIT IM CREAMINNNNGGGG

[name]sblondie replied to your story: u shouldve told me sooner, i'll wear them more often now just for u babe ;)

[monowritestoomuch]

Mono’s Pride Event: Day One

Day One: Redacted Characters Reactions to You Coming Out to Them

Summary: Look at the title

Notes: Exactly what it fucking says on the tin because I’m gay and you’re gay 🫵 and we’re both up at 2 am reading fanfic—

I don’t know all the characters yet so uh here’s what you fucking get i guess??? Idk I’m tired and writing this at midnight craving pecan pie.

Gavin:

I fear this man wouldn’t give a damn.

He’d support you wholeheartedly because YOU BE YOU NO ONE ELSE CAN BE YOU!! ☝️

Would do your makeup for the pride parade you two are absolutely going to.

Instantly taking you clothing shopping for pride outfits and ordering you a Pride flag because Gavin supports the gays.

He’s actually be so supportive and proud that you had the courage to come out to him and would assault you with affection.

Damien:

Would absolutely validate how you feel, especially with gender identity and sexuality. 

He would offer to sit and listen if you needed to talk about it to someone, lending an ear.

He would understand what it’s like not to be accepted by others, to be shunned by people for being different. He would support you however he could. 

I also know that he gives the warmest comfort hugs after you come out to him and end up crying in his arms. And he TOTALLY DOESN’T start tearing up with you, realizing that he is actually able to comfort someone with how people usually perceive him as all rough and tough.

Huxley:

He would be so supportive of you he’d be your biggest supporter. 

You cannot tell me that he’d be anything but the most supportive of you in any sexuality or gender endeavor. 

He’d randomly buy you some pride merch, say it was a gift and you had to accept it because it was a gift but secretly he just wants to make you feel comfortable with yourself in your own body.

His two moms taught him right.

He would always support you, and make sure that anyone who even tried insulting you would be told that it wasn’t cool and that people are allowed to be who they are BECAUSE I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT!! ☝️💅

Lasko:

He’d be so nervous when you came to him at first but when you eventually came out to him he’d be so accepting and understanding. 

He’d sit beside you and tell you that all of your feelings were valid with your sexuality and gender and offer support resources, including D.A.M.N support resources to help you feel more comfortable in yourself and your own body. 

He would also recommend you clinics and therapy offices, and especially community connection centers for sexuality and gender identity. He would want to make sure that you could be the best version of you in your own body, and feel the most comfortable.

He would also correct anyone who tried to use the wrong pronoun or said the wrong thing about your sexuality, and he would do it respectfully but firmly because supporting you and your identity in your own body is important. 

David:

He would be a bit stiff at first, and you were being extremely nervous as you told him and having what was essentially a mental breakdown and starting to sob. He would soften practically instantly and wrap you up in his arms.

He’d assure you that it was okay, and that no matter what, he cared about you, and that he’d support you no matter what. 

He’d sit and listen as you explained how you felt in your own body and mind, the dizzying feelings, the uncomfort you felt, and the current emotions you felt.

He would wipe your tears with his thumbs and press a kiss into your hair, running his fingers through your hair and promising to support you throughout your journey through thick and thin. 

He would assure you that, even through your doubts, he wouldn’t stop loving or caring about you because of this. He’d support you because he loved you and because it would help you to become who you truly wanted and needed to be. 

Asher:

He would be so concerned when you sat him down and asked him to talk, fearing something terrible had occurred, but when you came out to him, he just dogpiled you in the biggest hug ever, covering you with kisses and promising to always support you.

He would listen to you as you told him about your struggles with your sexual orientation and gender identity, mentally keeping track of certain points intently.

Would give you as much wolf cuddles to feel better because wolf cuddles fix everything.

(If trans ftm, he’d also buy you a binder and research proper binding rules and follow them to the T. He’d also help you get on T, supporting you every step of the way.)

He would also tell you that he’d love you no matter who you were and then give you slobbery wolf kisses and cuddle up against you.

Milo:

This wolf boy would be so concerned about you leading up to telling him. Like he notices your evident nervousness and anxiety and constantly tries to ask what’s wrong and being told “I’m fine,” making him more concerned.

When you eventually told him, basically sobbing in front of him, he would wrap you up in his arms, pressing your head to his chest to hear his heartbeat, and to let it comfort you.

He’d watch you start sobbing and then hit you with an “Oh, Sweetheart—“ and have you melt in his arms.

He would love you no matter what, and he told you as such, promising that he’s not leaving because of this, and he’s never leaving because you're his Sweetheart and will always be.

And he would bring your face to his and kiss you tenderly to prove he’s not going to leave you and that he loves you more than anything.

Would also research all of these pride terms to better understand you and would advocate for you!

And I just know if some Karen or someone or the other misgendered you on purpose or made fun of your sexuality, he would be ranting to their faces about respect for peoples’ life choices in their own bodies.

Porter: 

(Haven’t finished Porter’s series yet, sorry if this isn’t accurate!)

He’d be a little confused at first lol.

But you awkwardly telling him of your sexuality and gender identity after a fun night was not on his bucket list.

He doesn’t even mind, he doesn’t care. You are his Treasure, and he’d never hate you for being authentically yourself.

He’d definitely trance homophobes who were making fun of you and make them do stupid shit in public to embarrass themselves.

And when you ever felt uncomfortable in your own skin and body, he would show you himself that you were a sight to behold, the most precious treasure he’d ever laid his eyes upon. 

He’d assure you of how your feelings towards this are normal, that questioning these things is a normal part of life and not to be ashamed for it.

Vincent:

Laying beside him in bed one morning and telling him how you feel about your sexual orientation and gender identity and reassuring you still love him but that you couldn’t not tell him, you were so nervous.

Vincent literally blinks at you, like a cat blinking at you, and then he scoots you closer in his arms and pressed a kiss to your forehead telling you that you have literally nothing to be ashamed of ever concerning this because it’s entirely normal how you’re feeling.

He also tells you how incredibly honored he is that you felt comfortable enough to share this with him.

Will buy you outfits that make you look good and compliment you gender-wise and sexuality-wise.

Would help you to get a haircut to feel better in your own body.

Would introduce you to people using the correct name and pronouns and would correct people if they said anything otherwise.

Sam:

Telling Sam would be pretty smooth. He’d understand the conversation and how important it is to you, how much strength it’s taking out of you to tell him.

And he’s your mate, and your his partner, so there’s no chance in hell he’s ever leaving you.

He would listen to whatever you needed to say, and however much you needed to say. He would take mental notes too.

He would help you feel more comfortable in your own body, core and mind. 

He cares so much for you, assuring you by taking your head in his hands and pressing slow kisses to your lips in comfort.

He would hug you on bad days and support you on goods days, attending pride events with you and watching you flourish with joy.

Avior:

You’re his Starlight, and he wouldn’t care whatever gender or sexuality you were, he’d love you all the same. 

Telling him (in false hell), he would absolutely accept you wholeheartedly and tell stories of influential queer people he’s met through the ages.

He would hug you, wrapping his arms around you in a warm manner, being proud of your braveness to come out to him.

If outside false hell, I feel he’d care even less. He would love you either way but this time with more kisses as reassurance.

He’d spin you around until you landed in his arms and would peck you a gentle kiss on the lips and profess his love and pride for you.

Caelum:

You’re his charge, and he notices when you’re super anxious, practically pacing around your apartment.

He asks you what’s wrong and if he could help at all and you end up sitting him down and telling him of your sexuality and gender struggles as he listens intently.

After you were finished talking, he would ask to hug you and give a Caelum hug™

He would tell you that the emotions that you’re feeling are totally valid and that it doesn’t make you weak or weird, it represents you and you alone.

He would bake you comfort cookies and promise to be with you every step of the way when you needed support.

Taglist(ask to be added for the pride event!!): @sombra7567

[effietrinket1619]

So for ur Lanternfam TikTok’s thing! Jess is about to film like a meme or a challenge or whatever. And Hal actually knows it. Like before she can finish it he’s like oh I know what this is! And the other lanterns and the internet EXPLODES BC WAIT HE KNOWS ONE??? Probably learned about it from one of his nieces or nephews or smth

Also! Jess vlogs a nature hike and everything goes wrong!!! Bc it’s them!

Jess and Kyle talk in Spanish once! ONCE!! And the comment section is filled with omg that’s hot- but then in another video Kyle mentions smth about being Irish and the viewers are like? Wait-

Jess Vlogs a trip to a plane museum or car show and it’s a compilation basically of Hal or Simon just getting really excited or explaining things and the others looking at them like lol. Or exasperated as the trip goes on

Jess doing a like, planting and answering ur questions! Or smth and answering your questions idk. And then proceeds to not answer any questions. At all

There’s another video being filmed but someone walks by shirtless in the background and suddenly there’s so. So many edits. THEY WERE THERE FOR TWO SECONDS WHAT-

One of the older lanterns is helping Kelli with her hw and all u can see is Jess and Kyle laughing, but u can hear confused voices bc “this is not what I learned when I was in school. This is not how I did it when I was in school”

Anyways just some silly fun! Ty for feeding us with lantern content!!

-Gis

oh FUCK yeah

that challenge? the one that hal knows?? it's a hear me out cake. for those who don't know, it's literally a cake you stick pictures of people/things/whatever you would fuck. hal got it from helen who really wanted to see him do one and jess bluescreens for five seconds when he brings it up before jumping on the idea. and you know what? chaos. hal is unhinged at the best of times but he's putting shit on this cake that barely makes sense. a jet engine, godzilla, the colour green, ton-618 which is immediately followed up by a planet. simon's literally howling behind the camera, jess is barely keeping it together and hal is totally unrepentant. they keep coming: a picture of just a mustache and nothing else (which sends simon into further hysterics and now kyle's joining him) and then himself but in green lantern uniform. finally, there's one picture left. hal looks down at it and visibly pales. jess tells him he needs to put in in the cake. he's come this far. he cannot stop now. hal asks how many people are likely to see this video. jess omits that literally millions of people are following this channel. beet fucking red and sweating, hal puts down his final hear me out: the flash symbol. just the symbol. the video ends with jess staring at him, open mouthed, simon actively dying on the floor and kyle's cut-off shriek of "I KNEW I--"

jess is the only one thriving on this nature hike. john is close behind but he has to listen to the others complain and make sure they don't get themselves inadvertently killed. jo's here for the views and the pictures and trips kyle at irregular intervals for fun. kyle is barely awake and stumbling over everything in sight. keli has been shamelessly piggybacking off of guy for the last hour. guy himself is probably sunburnt as hell and refuses to admit defeat and slather himself up (he didn't slip slop slap seek and slide beforehand). hal's being totally insufferable about everything and simon is realising quickly that he did not pack enough water for this at all and jess might make them drink from a stream. it's a miracle they even make it back alive.

KSJFLA the audience find out about mixed people lmao. jess just can't believe they're that dumb and kyle can't believe she had to even try to explain it.

i think simon and hal at respective museums would be too powerful. neither would be capable of shutting up which, like, good for them honestly. they all come out of these ones knowing way more about exhaust pipes or whatever. forgive me, i was a dinosaur kid.

jess doesn't do get ready with me videos. she does planting videos and i like to think she's planting/pruning/caring for her weird alien plants during this and casually thwarting every single attempt they're making at murdering her. and yeah, she literally answers fuck all because all of her answers are cryptic as hell so she doesn't technically have to lie, even if jess is not above lying on the internet. but it's fun to say the most incomprehensible bullshit like, 'yeah, hal's ex was insane, he killed a bunch of people' and then never mention it again.

about ninety percent of the edits that are made of the lanterns are from two second clips of jess accidentally capturing them shirtless. she's seen enough of them to give her a goddamn migraine and the fact that dick grayson will occasionally send some to her doesn't help.

keli's learning quick that getting an education major to help with homework is actually a bad idea because apparently, it's been years since guy was a teacher and they goddamn changed everything. hal's equally useless. he stares at it, bent at the waist, like he's strategising on how to defuse a bomb but it's just english homework that's gotten keli frustrated and he has literally no clue how to help because he definitely didn't do this. eventually, keli buckles and goes to simon who's reliable and actually useful while hal and guy start their daily bickering session over how to best write an essay.

[ooctlt]

I think the etiquette of ask blogs is a forgotten art. what I'm saying is (imo) it's not that people don't want to play, it is they don't know HOW, and more importantly they don't understand that the game exists to begin with. obviously you do not have to teach people the rules because your time and energy is finite but idk. it feels like from some of your OOC responses that you assume people know the rules and are playing badly, but I genuinely think people (me) just don't know what you are wanting them (us) to do. and also they (i) don't know how to tell if they (i) are playing the game correctly.

An example I am genuinely confused about is, is inciting a "shut up" answer a signal that the game is being played correctly, because we are inciting a reaction from the character? or is a "shut up" answer a signal that we are playing wrong and need to do something different? I'm sorry. I really love your art and seeing the story unfold but I'm confused and I want to play and I don't understand how.

yeah ive had a couple people tell me this has been the first active askblog in a while and the concept of askblog etiquette has been forgotten- @thatneoncrisis and i made a diagram:

link to full-res image

a "shut up" reaction will hopefully show whether or not it's a closed path of exploration: if you have gideon sweating, going "pshhh its nothinggg" it means there is something worth exploring. if you have harrow slamming the door in your face, that is an advance that wont work on her

transcript under the readmore:

DEAD END QUESTION ANON: CAMILLA DO YOU THINK HARROW'S HOT?

"Please stop talking to me."

This question is BAD because it's BLUNT, INCREDIBLY PERSONAL and founded on INCOMPLETE KNOWLEDGE of their relationship.

NOTE that its not that shitty questions will NEVER be answered, its that 1) they have a LOWER chance of being answered and 2) they have a HIGHER chance of being made fun of in character

gideon: haha who thinks harrow is HOT

DECENT INCONSEQUENTIAL QUESTION ANON: CAMILLA DO YOU LIKE TO DO ANYTHING FUN WITH HARROW?

"Sure. We run a lot of errands together."

This kind of question may not advance the plot, as it is INCREDIBLY BROAD yet NONINVASIVE. They're good for quick 1-3 panel answers. May generally be met with a less EXCITING answer.

It might also be DIFFICULT TO ANSWER because a broad question could include MULTIPLE ANSWERS - asking "do you guys go out" could not be answered SUSTAINABLY, because i cannot draw all the places they visit

ANON: EVERYONE, WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CLOUD / WATER / MOLECULAR STRUCTURE / BONE / CAR / COFFEE BRAND/ BOOK CHARACTER?

me: "i have to do so much research"

NEAT QUESTION CAMILLA HAS HARROW EVER ASKED YOU TO DO SOMETHING WITH HER SHE WAS EXCITED ABOUT?

"Yes, actually. She once invited me to [REDACTED], I didn't know she liked that sort of thing."

This question is SICK AS FUCK because not only do you learn something SUBSTANTIAL about the characters, you have stumbled upon A NEW PLOT BRANCH, one that actively deepens character connections and their past within the world. It specifically remarks upon a MEMORY* rather than AN OPINION and will typically be LONGER.

Another good option is to PROMPT something following this:

ANON: CAMILLA, MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY TAKING HARROW OUT TO DO [REDACTED] THAT SHE LIKES BEFORE XYZ?

and this can then spiral onward…

*DM, ONE TIME I ASKED ABOUT A MEMORY AND I GOT A RUDE ANSWER; WHAT DID I DO WRONG?

It's not that this topic can never be spoken about, it's about WHEN you asked it and HOW you said it, or even WHO you asked.

Some topics, like the nature of HARROW AND GIDEON'S UPBRINGING are too recent for them to talk about, it has only been TWO YEARS since they left and there are SPECIFICS about the situation that the AUDIENCE hasn't discovered yet. There are things like GIDEON'S PARENTS that she CANNOT answer because she DOESN'T KNOW and answering multiple asks with I DON'T KNOW becomes repetitive and dull for both the DM and PLAYER.

BUT! She can learn! Over time, when the time is appropriate and feels the most natural for STORY PROGESSION. Think of it like a BAD ENDING in a visual novel. You START OVER and ask a DIFFERENT QUESTION, or approach it from a DIFFERENT ANGLE. If Gideon reacts poorly to someone congratulating her leaving BAD CIRCUMSTANCES, consider talking to her about the FUTURE. Instead of trying to pry at Camilla to see if she had an INTIMATE RELATIONSHIP with Pyrrha, try to ask about other things in that period of her life, like how they met or what caused her to move out.

FINALLY, if you'd like an ask to be answered out of character, your best bet would be to goto @notedchampagne and send it there. If you'd like an ask to be answered SINCERELY or you don't want SNARK, you can specify this in the ask, but know this blog may not be your thing.

[mooniel]

Idk if you still want some cherik prompts, but if you do, what about:

Smth that seems like one of their serious fights at first, and then turns out to be about smth silly (maybe monopoly) in the end. The people around them are so done

i love this!!!!! i am sleep deprived with a hurt back so i hope it makes sense!!!

...

It wasn't unusual for the residents at Xavier Institute to have their morning sleep interrupted by shouting matches.

The best they could do was turn around, put their pillow over their head and hope that whatever argument the Professor and Mr. Lenhsherr were having would end soon.

Five minutes into the screams, Peter realized that might not be the case for today.

As slowly as it was possible for him, Peter left his bed and walked around the mansion, following the sounds of the fight, until he reached Charles' office and stared at the open door, where both men were looking at each other, hands moving desperately.

"I do not care, Erik," the Professor was saying, voice hoarse and tired. "I felt betrayed, you need to get hold of your actions and how they can affect others."

Peter noticed how his father's expression changed slightly, his lips trembling for a second before he composed himself.

"If you cannot accept me for my actions, Charles, then you do not accept me as I am."

At that, Peter's eyes almost jumped out of his skull. This was way more serious than he had imagined. He absolutely had to intervine.

"Hey, guys, don't you think is best to have a cup of coffee and some bread before having serious fights so loud that all the children can hear you?"

"Don't, Peter," his dad cut him off, crossing his arms and turning away from the professor. "If this is how Charles feels, he should say it."

At that, Charles rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. "You know what you did Erik, and this time I simply cannot forgive you."

Peter could feel the blood leaving his face and his heart starting to beat desperately in his chest. The two of them had just gotten their shit together, there was no way it was already ending.

Scared, Peter turned to his father.

"What have you done this time?" he asked, already fearing the answer. It had to be bad. He probably killed someone innocent in front of Charles and laughed.

At Erik's lack of response, Charles let out a laugh. "He cheated, that's what he did. And for the last time."

The world stopped around Peter. That was not unusual for him, but the inability to breath that came with it was. He repeated Charles' words in his head nonstop, trying to make himself believe he heard it wrong.

"You- You cheated?"

"I did." Erik said, serious. "But so did Charles."

"And that was ages ago, Erik. I thought we had an agreement."

An agreement? About cheating? Peter was feeling sick.

Erik seemed to have calmed down now, after a feel moments with his eyes closed and back turned to Charles. Reluctantly, he looked back at him.

"I think- I think the best for us would be-" he started, and Peter was about to cry. He couldn't believe he was witnessing his dad breaking up with the love of his life because he cheated. "Charles, I think we should never play Monopoly again."

Fuck.

What?

"I believe you are correct, darling," the sad smile on Charles' only made Peter more confused. There was no way he was hearing things right.

"I apologize for stealing the money," Erik whispered, approaching Charles' face with his own. "I should never have cheated."

"Yeah, you shouldn't."

Before he saw more than he should, Peter ran back to his bedroom to scream at his pillow.

One day, he would murder both of them

[iminyourwallsbabe]

Arcane incorrect quotes once more, because y'all think I'm funny

Jinx: Sometimes I try to sync our dreams so I can terrorize you in different dimensions, one day I'll get you

Caitlyn: excuse me

Vi: Can I make out with you tomorrow

Caitlyn: Yes

Vi: Goated

Jayce's lawyer in season 1: On my soul the jury fw you they might let you off fr 🤣

Viktor: I know a guy who can get you sodium cyanide if you absolutely require it

Jayce: Literally I don't but thanks

Mel: Ugh, I'm sorry

Jayce: For what? You fine asf don't apologize, a bad bitch is never wrong

Maddie: Chill bro she's dating both of us, I'm your girlfriend in law

Jinx: I love being neglected as a child... so much time for research

Jayce: #LetsGetTheWorm

Ekko: What

Jayce: Early bird shit you wouldn't get it

Vi: I need relationship advice

Ekko: Break up

Vi: At least listen to me first

Viktor: It's Two Thangs I'ma Always Beat 💪🏻 Da ODDS & My MEAT🍆🤷🏻‍♂️

Vander: Why'd you get jumped?

Vi: Idk should I go ask them?

Jinx: Be so completely yourself that no one is attracted to you or wants to employ you

Mel, 15: I'm not interested in glory through combat anymore. I do not want to be apart of this shit

Mel, in her 30s: On the battlefield again

Caitlyn: What should the council pass this year?

Sevika: The blunt!!!

Viktor: Bought a meatloaf flavored vape from goodwill and now my arms won't bend

Sevika: Just got hired at CPS if y'all want your kids back cash app me

Mylo: Why are you as a man drinking lemonade

Ekko: Fuck it, I'm non-binary now this shit getting crazy

Jayce: Yeah I have ADHD (a damn huge dick)

Jinx: Dad what if I was a bug

Silco: You are a bug! You are my bug

Random citizen post season 2: Bro Jayce Talis just died. Y'all man stay inside fr. This not even funny. I cannot stress this enough to y'all. It's dudes dying that ain't never died before. Like I'm not even joking

Sky: Are you ever free? You seem like a busy person

Viktor: Is anyone ever truly free...

Sky: What the fuck does that mean

Vi: Fucking with a British bitch she said her knickers are dastardly wet

Ekko: Why the fuck are there people named Charles? You are ONE Charle

Caitlyn: STOP excluding the B from LGBT. I'm fucking sick of it. British people should be proud of who they are. Fuck you.

Mel: RIP MOM I KNOW YOU LOOKING UP AT ME RIGHT NOW 🕊️

Elora: Up???

Mel: Yeah she beat my ass a little too often

Jayce: Let me know when we're going to slide on the opponents

Sky: What if we kissed and all my teeth fell out into your mouth

Viktor: Pro tip: Never throw a party at your house

Jayce: Some dude opened our fridge and tried to steal bacon. Music died down and just hear someone say "aye this dude sliding bacon down his pants aye he stealing the bacon yoooooo"

Vi: I was in prison watching ESPN and this big swole ass dude said "we watching the Incredibles and anybody who got a problem can see me" Guess what I did? I sat my ass down and watched The Incredibles

Sevika: Single dads be like "she's such a daddy's girl" 🙄 what other choice she got

Mel: Best tips for removing individuals?

Ambessa: Kill em

Mel: Um I'm talking about lashes???????????????????

[thebrainrotsreal]

What is wasp dynamic with Oliver? Like does wasp somewhat warms up to this purple (his lil cutie!! ^^) baby or does he hate him but very, very has secretly a soft spot (?) or does he just have pure utter hatred for lil ollie especially since Oliver is kind of like a baby still I believe when all that stuff went down(?) with mark killing " angstrong " idk know how to his name forgive me TwT I can imagine the horror on mark face Oliver calling wasp "bruh bruh" :] sorry I want on but of a rant I just really love your au keep up the great work I hope to see more soon!!!

Don’t apologize for the rant, I love thinking this AU again, and asks are so lovely :] 

Wasp is probably baffling by Oliver’s very existence, it’s a clear marker for the difference between their worlds, and then just tries to group him together with Debbie as Avoid These Freaks (otherwise, if he cares about them then he has lost himself, destroyed himself, and all that he has stood for and the most pathetic, horrible version of himself, our Mark, has won), so he tries to be dismissive and uncaring towards him! Oliver could grow on him tho! 

Oliver, obliviously, cannot tell the difference between the Mark’s, and are equally delighted to see and be held by both as a toddler. Wasp would only hold Oliver to stress out Mark, and would do so incorrectly and recklessly, like dangling him by the ankle before Mark socked him in the jaw and took Oliver. Any tolerance or patience dies when babies are babies and are messy, whiny, fussy, screaming, etc. I enjoy Mark being Oliver’s primary caretaker, so it is both baffling to him that Mark cares so much about Purple Child Thing, and he feels it’s deserved when Oliver stresses Mark out, probably goading Mark to stop wasting his time with “it”.

I think as Oliver grows up, he can obliviously tell the difference, but considering Wasp’s refusal to take any parental or loving role for him, he becomes cooler by default, as a “fun brother” who lets Oliver do whatever he fuck he wants if he catches him doing anything. He violently doesn’t care. Like Wasp would grab Oliver by the ankle, spin, and then throw him, and every single time Mark will catch him, so at some point it’s just a fun game, and he’ll bother Wasp on purpose, much to the constant stress of Mark. If Oliver’s in the field, Wasp won’t protect him whatsoever, if not use him to antagonize Mark by throwing things at him, which Oliver can confuse as Wasp “trusting” him to take care of himself, where Mark “doesn’t”, as the latter obliviously worried about Oliver’s safety.

Stressful ass scenario to babysit Oliver AND Wasp for Mark lol. 

Now I’ve got the context of s3, it’s fun playing with the idea that Wasp could begrudgingly tell stories of HIS Nolan, idealized and loving, which could help fuel Oliver’s own admiration of Nolan, much to Mark’s disgruntled distaste and guilt. Wasp does so, because in his mind, Oliver is an “Amusing Thing” and not a person, so there’s no harm in mentioning that when he feels like it, unlike with Debbie, who is more terrifying real to him as a LITERAL difference version of his Mom, or Mark, who might peel back the potential vulnerability in his statements or challenge any of his notions about Nolan.

Or, even influencing Oliver’s sense of right and wrong by promoting murder IS okay, which Mark and Oliver would fight about, and Mark will be so PISSED at Wasp for, potentially! 

Tysm for the lovely ask! As you can see I rambled too! :] I do wanna draw them both sooooo bad.