#i just feel uncomfortable about it- like im bragging

[specss00]

ALTERHUMAN SLANG DICTIONARY

MAMMALIAN

Got on my back paws - got on my hands and knees. Like how animals can stand up as a trick.

ex: yeah, i really wanted that necklace, i had to get on my back legs so she would get it for me.

Showing fang - standing up for yourself/being assertive. 

ex:  he’s really tough, and he’ll show fang at just about anything.

White eye - going crazy/really scared. Like how animals show the whites of their eyes when very agitated.

ex: haha, i saw how scared you were during that movie, you went all white eye at the end!

Howling at the sun[wolf/werewolf] doing something completely ridiculously/incorrect

Ex: dude did you see how that movie ended? Mc was really howling at the sun

Could hear someone purring[cat, any other purring animal]  noticeably becoming relaxed around someone/something

Ex: I saw you with your new plush yesterday, I could really hear you purring

Treetop chaser - (herbivorous) someone who chases unattainable things.

ex: they’re way out of your league, don’t be a treetop chaser

Bellycrawler - someone overly submissive.

ex - you have to stand up for yourself, don’t be a bellycrawler and let them take advantage of you.

Downy - young, referring to the soft fur of young animals. 

ex - she shouldn’t be out til midnight, she’s still downy!

Sit on your wag - means the same thing as swallow your smile.

ex - i got accepted into college, but my sister wasn’t, so i had to sit on my wag.

Go for the ruff - do something harmless/gently.

ex - the shirt was really ugly, but i went for the ruff so i didn’t hurt his feelings.

Flea - an insult meaning antikin, or a bigot in general.

ex - oh, you have him in your class? Be careful, he’s a total flea.

AQUATIC

Riptide Rider - (aquatic) someone who lives dangerously.

ex: stay away from her, she’s a riptide rider, you’re bound to get hurt.

Current crazy - someone who just follows other people, same as flock brain

ex: my brother joined the football team, and now he’s all current crazy.

Bottomfeeder - an insult for a low-class being.

ex - the boys at my school are such bottomfeeders, they make all the girls uncomfortable.

Floater - an insult for a superior or snobby person.

ex - ugh, they’re such a floater. They brag about their promotions ALL THE TIME.

Seen the whale fall - someone who is very experienced, now become a word for old among younger aquatics.

ex - my gramps has really seen the whale fall, he’s almost 95!

Play remora - like devil’s advocate, because remoras stick close to sharks.

ex - i don’t wanna play remora about this, but i think he was lying.

AVIAN

Flock brain - (avian) someone who can’t think for themselves. 

ex: ugh, she’s only hanging out with them now, she’s being a total flock brain.

A hummer with an eagle - (avian) someone who is clearly out of their depth.

ex: are you sure you can handle advanced classes? No offense, but you’ll be a hummer with the eagles.

Mantling over [smth] - [avian] being possessive, traditionally over food items 

Ex : Sarah is really mantling over that burger menu, I tried to take a fry and she almost bit my head off...

All preened up - [avian] well dressed, well groomed, the state of satisfaction and confidence that comes with A Good Look

Ex : Wow, Eric was all preened up this evening. I don't think I've ever saw him take this many selfies. 

And just for fun...

Going for the rattler - [roadrunner] choosing the hard or dangerous option, with expectation of either great fun or a great reward

Ex : "Huh, this park offers either a canyoning session over rapids or a day in the sun near the lake" "well I'm definitely going for the rattler" 

flare(s) my wings - (avian) makes me tense/nervous/angry 

"i don't like him, he always makes me flare my wings" 

makes my wings flutter - (avian) makes me happy/excited

"pasta always makes my wings flutter"

im pretty sure "ruffles my feathers" is a preexisting one

messy wings (with no time to preen) - (avian) having a bad day/stressed (and haven't had time to cool down)

"yeah today my wings are so messy and i haven't had time to preen"

Having a blood feather - [avian] being particularly irritable 

ex : Don't bother with this guy, he's been having a severe case of blood feathers. He'll jump at you for anything.

Riding the updraft - [flying creature] taking advantage of good opportunities, being lucky in life, having an easy time.

ex : I've been really riding the updraft recently ! Got both a promotion and a new car! 

Beak agape - [avian] furious, about to throw down.

ex : Jesus, this dude really left me beak agape. The audacity to say that !

Feeling clipped - [avian] feeling restless and anxious, like there's no way out

ex : Honestly these last few weeks have left me feeling clipped, between the news, and being dropped from my job. 

REPTILIAN

Makes my scales itch - (draconic) said about something unsettling or that just feels wrong deep down, a gut feeling that something's wrong

ex: We should get out of here. This place is making my scales itch.

Blow fire - (draconic) be extremely angry about something

ex: Did you hear what went down the other day? John was really blowing fire at Derek over that one.

Rattle someone's scales - (draconic) to unsettle or upset someone

ex: Can't stand that guy, he really rattles my scales. 

Cloudy day - (reptilian) usually used as a question, if someone is acting tired or unusual. Like how reptiles need the sun to stay warm, if it’s cloudy, they can’t warm up.

ex: woah, cloudy day? You look like you haven’t slept in months.

[separatist-apologist]

Its so refreshing to see a fic author who can recommend writers and fics that aren’t their own. I never see you recommend yourself!

Maybe it's arrogance but I sort of assume if you're on my blog asking me for recommendations, you've already read everything I've done. And I get weird, personally, about adding myself to lists or suggesting my own stuff. Again, maybe its ego, but I assume if you're looking for elucien, you've probably found me already. My fingerprints are all over the archive

[scrollypoly]

Feeling oddly validated in this chillis tonight

[cloudcountry]

water whale sees that requests are open for rsa and rollo, it's great that you are getting into writing again! they are very proud of you :))

may they ask of cozy autumn days with rollo?

(they also apologise if you already got this ask, their tumblr was being a bit weird.) 🐳

SUMMARY: cuddling with rollo on a crisp autumn morning.

WARNINGS: none!!

COMMENTS: water whale anon im not kidding when i say that ive been thinking about your "they are very proud of you" every day after you sent this request. thank you so much :C i needed to hear that <3

rollo is WHIPPED. its fun to make him in love C:

TAGLIST: @axvwriter

“Rollo, dear, you look absolutely adorable in that sweater.”

“Please don’t say that.”

You laugh at his reddening face as he fidgets with the loose thread on his right sleeve, looking completely comfortable and so uncomfortable all at once. You think it has something to do with your matching sweaters or the way you’re beckoning him under the blankets, because even though you don’t like to brag you’re well aware of the effect you have on him.

“Come here.” you coax, holding the blanket up and patting the spot beside you.

Rollo jerks his head away, lips twisting into a frown. You can tell by the pink of his cheeks that he doesn’t mean what his face is saying—and you're further proven right when he starts walking over to you, slowly and carefully.

He sits down stiffly, hands gripping his thighs as he stares straight ahead at the wall. You sigh and snuggle up to him, draping the blanket over him and tucking it around his shoulders.

His eyelid twitches.

Your thigh brushes up against his and your head falls on him, just like you fell for him all that time ago. You shut your eyes, reaching for the hand that's gripping his left leg and brushing your fingers over it. You feel him tense up before he relaxes, allowing your fingers to fit into the slots of his.

“Thank you.” you whisper.

He grunts.

It’s hard for him to relax and show affection. You know this, and you’re aware of how it looks to the public. You’re no stranger to students asking you why you were with the student council president, but you always explained all of Rollo’s good points without a moment's hesitation. Even if they didn't listen to your list of all the reasons you adored him, it didn’t matter.

Because you know, just so long as his head can eventually fall against yours and his hand can reach out and hold onto you and his legs can press against yours as he shuts his eyes and rests with you, nothing matters except for the two of you.

He loves you. And he proves it every day.

[serxinns]

OOOO OGMVOVM SO IDEA:

YANDERE CLASS 1-A IS LIKE SO OBSESSED WITH READER BUT SHE HATES THEM ALL AND AVOIDS THEM, WHAT WOULD THEY DO ABT THIS?

You hated them... you hated them all they were just too overbearing! The flirting thr kissing the unwanted touching everything and whenever you told them to fuck off they'll just coo and baby you saying "thats very mean! Darling! "

They kept always crowded around you it's no surprise there Iida always insisted on study dates every chance you could get your mom would always pressure you to join her private tea party and insist it would be just the two of us the way she said it creeper you out so you would always make excuses or just awkwardly walk away leaving her confused and a bit pissed. Denki is always on your ass whether it be teasing or playing around he kept clinging to you like some puppy it was Cringe honestly...

Izuku yapping about heroes even if you weren't listening, Kirishima and Shoji trying to show off by flexing their muscles, Mina or Hakagure always gripping your arm too tight or hugging you until you couldn't breathe and you had to hit them harshly on the back and they dared to complain about it Aoyama guy always trying to stuff your face with cheese even tho the smell of cheese makes you nauseous, ochako was ok untill she started making me go bake with her and suprise suprise! Momo joins her and it always turn into some competition about anything which takes the fun out of baking

You couldn't even talk to your other friend in PEACE shinsou was your go-to friend ever since your classmates started being overbearing you would rant for hours about them and he'd listen heck he let you chill in his dorms for a while or longer you couldn't be asked for a better friend, but back to the story you were just peacefully talking to shiso at lunch until bakugo and his petty little gang came over there everyone smiling at me expect bakugo ofc just glaring at me like I did something wrong, "is.. there a problem?"

"You damn right it's a problem! Your sitting with hyno shit over there!" He said pointing at Shinso "Bakubro that's not very manly!" He said in a stern tone but you had a feeling he wasn't scolding him, "what everyone's trying to say come sit with us y/n you don't have to be alone!" Mina said in a fake sickly sweet voice I swore I saw her eye twitch a bit but you didn't back down easily "im not alone tho I got shinso and I'm fine where I'm at you can eat your lunch and have fun without me" the squad got silence and awkwardly walked away but sending one final glare at shiso

Another time when you were talking with Kendo and Monoma at 2nd you kinda disliked Monoma or thought he was some crazy lunatic just because he kept ripping on your classmates but the 2 of you weirdly got along mostly because of your distasteful experience with your classmates, if the two of you weren't ranting about how your classmates were, the two of you would talk about hero stuff (mostly monoma bragging about being the best hero) or just talking about your interests and laughing at Monoma's antics and chaoticness

Kendo on the other hand made you feel like you had a friend she knows how overbearing and overwhelming your classmates get, so she would try to pull you away as best as she could despite the glares, snarls, and scowls she swore she heard from them she still wanted to help you one day you were dragged by hakagure and Mina to go to their room to play games but Kendo quickly grabbed the back of your shirt with paint hands to pulled you away "sorry gotta borrow them for a sec!" And quickly ran off

"Thx kendo I was about to snap at them and cause a scene" She smiled at you "No problem! I felt you were uncomfortable and had to do something ugh those classmates never leave you alone huh?" You chuckled your so grateful to have a friend like Kendo "anyways let's hurry and go to this "awesome" place monoma keep spamming my phone about" you playfully rolled you eyes and walked with Kendo

Meanwhile your classmates glared at the window Cleary pissed off it "seems like those pest need a lesson.." izuku said voice laced with vemon

[candyfsh]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . dating hcs <3

by candyfsh

including; dallas winston, melvin moody, richie white (those are my favs)

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dallas winston ౨ৎ

𖦹 ik everybody says that dally would be suuuper toxic and a rlly bad boyfriend,, but hear me out. he would literally hate everyone but you.

𖦹 he buys you things and steals you things, about 50/50

𖦹 he isn't one for cuddling or anything but he'll definitely play with your hair and hold your head gently if you're snuggled beside him or on his chest💔

𖦹 he isn't huge on pda,, but he always keeps an arm around you or kisses your face and head and lips constantly

𖦹 he also uses extra pda at parties. just letting everyone know you're dating him 😊😊

𖦹 he will NOT ever let you put makeup on him, but he does let you put chapstick on for him. he likes how gentle you are even if it's just chapstick 😓

𖦹 always brags about you

𖦹 "yeah man that's cool but my gf is soooo hot 😝"

𖦹 he likes to go over to your house whenever he can because you make him feel safe

𖦹 he won't admit that though. never.

𖦹 but it's also lowk obvious?? bc he's always hanging around you and making sure you're close to him

𖦹 im being so fr he thought he wouldn't trust or love anyone again after sylvia then BOOM he met you and he's like OMG.

melvin moody ౨ৎ

𖦹 he loves you and makes it known omg

𖦹 like ofc he cares about his reputation?? he js loves you sooooo much and whenever he sees you he's like woah that's my gf!!!

𖦹 when you're sitting next to each other literally anywhere, he has to be touching you just to like confirm you're there or something???

𖦹 he's holding your hand, his arm is around your shoulder, his hand is in your lap, your head is on his shoulder, he's playing with your hair, his arm is around your waist, whateves!!! he just loves touching you

𖦹 he's still a tough guy ofc,,, but in school, it's kinda like lowkey slowed down

𖦹 but he'll still punch someone if they made you uncomfortable whatsoever

𖦹 i personally think moody would be big on cuddling 😙

𖦹 he loves to spoon you omg!!!

𖦹 moody feels like he can truly be himself around you (including letting his hair not be greased up. you love to see his hair ungreased)

𖦹 he gets you gifts sometimes with the money he's gotten from kids but he refuses to EVER tell you where he got the money

𖦹 PET NAMES PET NAMES PET NAMES!!! 💗💗💗

𖦹 "baby" "sweetie" "hottie" "cutie" everything.

𖦹 you and moody are literally so in love and so adorable and all his friends tease him about being so whipped but he's all like "damn right i am"

richie white ౨ৎ

𖦹 this little baby is so cute and loves you sm

𖦹 my personal hc is that richie has never had a gf,, he just flirts with every girl he sees

𖦹 so you're basically each other's first everything in a relationship. it's really sweet💔.

𖦹 he alwaayyyss brags to you about a new crime he committed. especially the time he broke into a bike shop.

𖦹 whenever some girl flirts with him in the rec center he's all like "yeah yeahh i got a beautiful girl i ain't interested"

𖦹 AND YES HE REFERS TO YOU AS HIS BEAUTIFUL GIRL ALWAYS 😖😖

𖦹 "ysee my beautiful girl over there??" "she's my beautiful girl" "i got the most beautiful girl ever"

𖦹 bc this is his first relationship that's more than just kissing and flirting, he wants to prove himself to you that he's more than a juvenile delinquent

𖦹 (but he'll never stop being one)

𖦹 he doesn't know what to do for dates so he takes you to the rec or a walk around town or his lil spot with carl

𖦹 speaking of carl, he's sooooo sick of hearing about you

𖦹 y/n this y/n that,,, my man richie just loves you!!!

𖦹 btw he calls you the dumbest pet names in public to tease you, like sugarplum and honeybee

𖦹 he will never get over the fact that YOU chose HIM of all people. like he's confident in himself,, he's just like "omg she's so perfect why is she with me"

𖦹 that's why he makes sure to never take you for granted

𖦹 if richie has his hands anywhere on you, his hand is probably in your back pocket. not like in a perverted way or anything,, he just likes it there 😙😙

𖦹 his arms are almost always around your shoulders too

𖦹 he's very touchy

𖦹 you + richie = forever

[s3raphimssins]

pm!dazai x ada!reader?:0

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Summary: a relationship that best be kept hidden, forbidden love

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Pairings: pm!dazai x fem!reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Warnings: abit of stalking?,abit of angst in the end, Mentions of death, Mori

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Felix's note: Ofcourse! I didn't know if you wanted a scenario or headcannons so I did a scenario! THIS MADE ME SQUEAL SO MUCH I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!! AAHH!

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THE MOON LOOKS LOVELY DOESN'T IT?

The day started with you entering the agency to be greeted by an angry Kunnikida at Ranpos laziness. You chuckled and walked by and sat down at your desk with the clipboard of tasks Infront of you. You had to start by getting a few items from the shop and so you did.

You went to the nearest store to grab the list of things that the agency needed all the while being filled with an uncomfortable feeling that you were being watched. At first you brushed it off thinking it was in your head but can you really hear footsteps behind you and whispers, in your head? You walk to the snacks section to get stuff Ranpo had secretly wrote. Checking the brand of chocolates to feel someone standing next to you. You turned around only to be greeted with the face of the demon prodigy himself.

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"Samu?!" you whisper-screamed "what are you doing here? people will see you" you said scanning for people.

"hmm, im sure you don't have to worry about that pretty girl" he smirked

"i missed you" you wanted to hug him but stopped yourself.

"i know missed y'too" he looked over to you.

He was gone for a few days due to a mission and just returned.

"ill see you tonight then" he smiles, a rare sight.

"see ya" you wave back and see him disappear into the corners.

The rest of the day you couldn't stop thinking about when you'll meet Dazai again. You're pretty sure Ranpo had already deduced everything but you could care less. Your patience grew thin and after climbing mountain you made it through the day. You bid farewell in a hurry to all the agency and left for your apartment. You keys dangled and you opened your door to see a black figure sitting on your balcony.

You slowly approached the figure and as you drew closer you saw the back of Dazai sitting gazing at the stars. You sat right next to him and held his hand softly.

"how was the mission" you whispered.

"successful, it was obvious since I was there" he bragged smirking.

You rolled your eyes and nudged his shoulder as you sighed. You missed this, you missed him, you missed all of this. Dazai wrapped his arms around you and you put your head on his shoulder. "tell me...Samu...we'll get through this right..?" He looked over to you and said "Believe me when i say we will get out of this...I will get out of that place and keep you safe" He said in a serious tone. "You needn't worry that pretty little head of yours".

You loved when he reassured you. This was a version of Dazai no one saw but you and you loved that. You were the only person besides Odasaku to see who he was actually. To see his struggles with his will to live. To see him struggle with the cycle of abuse. Most importantly you were there for him when no one was. In his darkest moments where he felt most vulnerable and subjected to Moris torment you were the light in his cruel world. His reason to live.

Despite the struggles. Despite all the dangers. You were leaving your life on the line to be close to him. The agency could bust in at any time and shoot him dead but maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. Spending his last moments with you.

He kissed the top of your head and soothed your hair. You snuggled in his neck and whispered as you gazed into the sky "the moon looks lovely doesn't it samu...?" He smiled at your question. "Yes, yes it does"

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[star-quill]

so, okay, i saw ur post about wanting to write some owen stuff and im totally here for it so i was thinking-

owen asks reader out on a date, and it goes great and they back to his place and the reader tells him that shes actually not that experienced and he just guides her through it-🫦🫦

I LOVE UR BLOG SO MUCH LIKE THANK U FOR EVERYTHING U DO FOR US I LOVE U🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

me when this is my whole brand !!!!!!!!!

(also mwah mwah ty i cant believe writing has made me so happy again 🥺🫶)

(kinda setting this during jw1 btw)

you honestly don't know why you said yes to the date with owen, he's probably only doing this to get into your pants. which a small part of you wouldn't actually mind, but you don't want to just be another girl in a long line of the ones he's slept with "just because". you know his reputation but neither of your friends have been out with him, so maybe it's slightly to brag about him having asked you instead of them.

there wasn't many options for date night on the island but you were just happy to be with him no matter what. he ended up taking you back to his place, starting a fire and cooking over the heat. it felt very him, he was totally in his element right now. and the food was delicious.

the sun was setting and watching it through the trees with him was so much better than you could ever imagine. and he was so much more charming than normal, his words laced with flirty undertones. you were having so much fun with him, you didn't want the night to end. then he nudged you off him and he stood up, holding his hand out for you to take. the fire had died down and he led you inside his bungalow. he left you standing in the middle of the joint bedroom/front room while he went over to the speaker on his coffee table. he pressed play and came back to you.

"may i have this dance?"

"of course.."

he was absolutely laying it on thick with you, but to be fair, you were letting him in so easily. he slow danced with you for a few songs, his eyes never leaving yours as he sang along to whatever was playing out the speakers. you stop moving for a second and he stumbles slightly when you stop, but still asks you if you're ok when he regains his balance. you don't say anything, you just lean up to kiss him and his hands immediately cup your face, pulling you upwards even more. considering his front room had his bed in it, you didn't have far to go before you felt the back of your knees hit his mattress. you broke the kiss only to lay down before he knelt down on the bed and hovered over you, searching for a sign in your eyes to kiss you again.

"i've uhm.. never really.. done this part.."

"you never fucked anyone?"

you shook your head. he just smirked.

"'s ok, baby.. i'll guide you through it.. you got nothin' to worry about.. ok?"

you nodded this time and he gave you a soft peck on your cheek. he adjusted your body a little, letting you wiggle out of your pants before he let your legs drape over his thighs. you immediately shoved your shirt off, discarding it on the floor near your pants. he brushed some stray hairs out of your face and noticed your eyes, looking at him hesitantly.

"you ok? need you to stay with me, ok?"

you nodded.

"need you to tell me.."

"i'm with you.."

"good girl.. any point you feel uncomfortable, you let me know, ok?"

you nodded again and he leaned down to kiss you again. he was treating you so good, maybe a little too good. you suddenly feel a little afraid you'll get attached and he won't, remembering his reputation. but then he kisses your cheek, your jaw, your neck, your collarbone and you forget all about that. his only intention right now was getting you off and making sure you felt good. and that you did.

you felt good when his mouth was all over you, leaving little marks on your neck and on the inside of your thighs. you felt good when he had his head between your legs, his tongue going deeper whenever you whimpered and tugged on the tufts of hair at the nape of his neck. you felt good when he kissed your neck afterwards, asking if you were still ok, still with him. you hadn't even noticed he'd undone his zipper until his dick was nudging against your thigh when he kissed your neck. then you really felt all of him, how big he was and you whimpered.

"you ok?"

"s'not gonna fit.."

"that's why i'm guiding you here.. we gotta work you up to make it fit.. i got you, ok?"

he took it slow, whispering sweet praises in your ear while he adjusted himself, the head of his dick already inside you.

"don't focus on anything except for how good it feels, ok?"

"mmhm.."

"good girl.."

he could call you that a million times over and you'd melt every time. he only got halfway inside you before your hands flew to his wrists, whining and squeezing your eyes shut.

"hey.. hey.. s'ok.. i got you.. just breathe.."

you exhaled, writhing against him and digging your head back into his pillows.

"gonna push deeper, ok? you ok?"

you nodded, feeling him slide deeper until his hips met the back of your thighs. he moved his arms to beside your head, leaning down to kiss you. your hands wrapped around his forearms, moving up to tug on the sleeves of his shirt. he got the message and leaned back, tugging it off and discarding it on the floor. his hands went back to beside your head and he leaned down once again to kiss you. he slowly dragged his hips back, then pushed back towards you, rocking into you slowly.

"you doing good? feeling good?"

"mmhm.."

"use your words, honey.."

"feels.. oh.. feels so good.. i feel.. mmf.. feel so full.."

his hips were grinding against the backs of your thighs and you could feel all of him. you felt so stretched out but in a good way, making you see stars. you were so close already, and you whined out.

"you ok?"

"so.. mmf.. so close.."

"let go, baby.. it's ok.."

you've touched yourself countless times before, had sex a few times too, but nothing compared to this. your whole body shuddered when you came, your hands gripping onto his forearms again. your legs writhed against his sides and he just laid a hand on your stomach, rubbing his thumb gently over your skin. he continued rocking into you, gently helping you through your orgasm. he wasn't far behind you and he pulled out just before, letting out his release onto your stomach. he leaned in to kiss your cheek, then your jaw and neck.

"was i good?"

"so good.. wanna do it all over again.."

that one time became a few more times. he had you in different positions every time, showing you more, teaching you more. and he took care of you every time. guiding you, checking in on you, telling you what he was going to do. his voice made your brain go fuzzy before he'd even touched you. he had you wrapped around his finger, knowing whenever he'd call you, you'd drop everything to be with him.

[acidichcl]

Your take on Zach "The Fifth Turtle"?

I do have a fifth turtle but im not sure if i want it to be zach or timothy. Mine kinda reminds me of bishop tho. I think instead of calling him bishop, let's call him john

Theyre both around the same age. But im unsure about what their ages are in here.... i still need to work on the timing details xd

John is your average spoiled mama’s boy with daddy’s money. He’s rude, selfish, egotistical, nosy, and aggressive. He’s the first human the turtles has ever encountered, specifically donnie when he first got out of the sewers, and this was before donnie had a bad perception of the topside. They were even friends at some point.

John is the fifth turtle not in a sense where he would dress up as a turtle to blend in n stuff. But more of his friendship with donnie leading to the turtles seeing him as a family.

With john being how he is, despite being rich and having everything, he got no friends. But when he first saw Sludge (donnie's former name) who was near his home trying to find food, he approached him with curiosity and care. Sludge is obviously very vulnerable and clueless here, yet john gave everything he needed. Good food, toys and books for his younger brothers, even introduced him to all the cool tech he has. Things were going great between the two, until john showed his true colors

John started showing off Sludge to others, treating him more like an object than a friend. He would brag about how he 'discovered' this mysterious turtle from the sewers, expecting praise and admiration from others. Sludge, who initially thought john was just proud of their friendship, slowly began to realize he was being used. He knew about john not having friends tho, so he put up with it if it meant john could gain some friends.

However, john's friends would often tease and mock sludge, making him feel out of place and uncomfortable. When he tried to express his feelings, john brushed it off, more concerned with the attention he was getting than his good friend's well-being.

The last straw came when john planned a situation where sludge was humiliated in front of a large group of people, including a girl who he knew sludge liked. Instead of standing up for him, john joined in on the insults and laughter.

This betrayal and humiliation shattered sludge's trust in john and left him with a lingering distrust in humans.

And so now we have donnie the way he is

[mvrtaiswriting]

This is a REALLY specific request so you dont have to do ir if u dont wanna but im curious how this would play out:

The monster trio fall in love with male!reader and get together in the time skip and when the straw hats finally meet again they find out that their s/o is Nami’s ex(reader is also over nami) and they broke up bc nami didn’t want the reader to be put in danger bc of arlong or something(idk if I spelled it right)

And if you could could you make nami still have a little feelings for reader and monster trio find out?

Ty and have a lovely day 😖💝

Monster trio's s/o is Nami's ex.

hi, thanks for requesting this?? this was so fun to write and it took such a tooth-rotting turn towards the end? I'm sorry if those are not quite like what you were expecting but as you can imagine it is quite hard to make multi-characters work longer than this. Regardless, I hope these are okay, I hope you enjoy them as much as I did! hope you have a fab day too <33

intended for m!reader but it's mostly gender neutral :)

feel free to reblog, like, and leave a comment. i would very much appreciate it. if you enjoy my works, click here to read more. 

Luffy is not bothered by your past, everyone has one. But how could he predict that your past involved Nami? He finds the situation rather funny, and does not take it too seriously at first - he laughs about it, and grows even fonder of your relationship. He rants about how the two of you were meant to be together, and he adores the fact that you once loved one of his dearest crew mates. Once Luffy realises Nami might be uncomfortable for it, he makes sure all the three of you can talk about it and force you to cheer with a shot of sake.

"We both love you so much!"

Luffy squeaked, wrapping his stretching arms around you and Nami, forcing the three of you in a suffocating embrace.

"Platonically, of course." He giggled again.

It would take a while for Nami to adjust to this new situation, realising how much the relationship between the two of you has changed. Observing the two of you simply loving each other makes Nami realise there's nothing to fear now. You would always hold a very special place in her heart, she would always worry for you - but now, you were in the safest hands she knew. No one could protect you better than her captain, and at the end of the day, platonic or not, love is making sure the person you love is safe.

Zoro can't hide the fact that he is a bit bothered by your past relationship with Nami. He was never a man of many words, so he would never confront you or Nami about it. But he grumbles, and rants, and sighs whenever feels she stares at you for so long. He doesn't like how awkward this whole situation feels - he just wants to be left alone, loving you in private. Nami is the first one to make a move, sneaking in the nest crows to join you and Zoro. When you finally talk about it, your shoulders feel ten times lighter - after all this time, of course there was still some kind of love between you and Nami; there would always be a special bond between the two of you, but nothing more. The love you felt for Zoro was unconditional, fearless, a ready-to-risk-it-all kind of thing - it was the type of love only soulmates can share, and it would never compare for the affection and respect you held for Nami.

"Please don't let him die." Nami said, holding Zoro's hands into hers, her voice breaking just thinking about the idea of you getting hurt.

"You're in the hands of the greatest swordsman.. have some trust!"

Sanji finds it funny, it almost feels like a compliment to him. There is a tiny voice inside his head that feeds his ego, that realises how Nami really lost the treasure of all treasures. He truly felt like the luckiest man alive.

At fist, Sanji has the bad habit to tease Nami about it. He mentions how she really fumbled the bag, bragging about how proud he is of you. When he finally gets a reaction however, it was not like he expected. He had underestimate the importance your previous relationship with Nami had for her, he overlooked the reasons why you broke up - surely, he wasn't expecting it to be an open wound after all this time.

Once Sanji finally manages to apologise to Nami, he offers a listening ear to his fellow crew mate. Nami's reasons were more than valid and he would lie if he didn't admit he was just as scared as she was. Sanji loved you more than anything else and would sacrifice his life in an heartbeat to save you, the sole idea of you being in dangers feels like a dagger being planted directly into his heart.

"I love you."

Sanji whispers, slowly wrapping his arms around your torso, engulfing you into a tight embrace. Your shoulders are now lying against his chest, his cologne and the stinging smell of smoke inebriating your senses. He stays like that for a while, peppering your cheeks with kisses and just enjoying the moment. You were safe in his arms, giggling if his beard tickled your skin. Silently, he swore to himself he would do anything to protect that magical smile of yours.

[strangeclouddream]

So I think I might be autistic, or on the spectrum. here's why

I sucked my thumb until THIS YEAR (I'm older than ten, and I had recently got braces off when I finally stopped. I know, its really embarrassing) because it provided a way to relax/provide comfort/stim that made me feel happy and safe. Like i couldn't function without doing it (ofc not a school, but at home and at other safe spaces) Now ive realized i just like to flap my hands, or crack my finger bones.

I don't have a lot of memories of Pre-K but I do remember trying to mimic the other kids, and I have this one vivid memory of REALLY liking the way kinetic sand felt. I also remember getting really upset when other children expressed discomfort because that meant my safe space was suddenly not safe anymore (I hated the sound of crying, I would cry because I felt SEVERELY uncomfortable, but my teachers thought otherwise. I have a memory of my preschool teacher telling us a story about Jesus being crucified- it was a christian preschool- and telling me ‘To not cry’ I was just like ???, like as long as nobody gets upset, I'm fine.)

I disliked scenes in movies/shows that had lots of emotion, like scenes where the main character gets betrayed (I called them ‘sad scenes’ After a ‘sad scene’, would come the main character's redemption arc), or someone dies, etc. I couldn't handle it and would always go upstairs (Same with my sibling)

I liked the quiet. Ive always liked the quiet, unless I was focusing on something I liked, ie coloring/playing with dolls/writing I cannot work in loud spaces

Whenever my little sibling cried I would dislike it (See above) and I wasn't trying to be mean or anything, I just couldn't handle the noise. So of course I would pull a face. 

When kindergarten first started i couldn’t handle the sudden shift in routine and I got REALLY upset over it, to the point where I cried every single day except the day before break and the last day of school

Growing up i really liked to sort things into little containers, like you would empty a bunch of blocks and tell me to sort them by color, Im your girl

I was really good at reading, like this doesn't have anything to do with the autism thing (I just wanna brag), but I was a level G in kindergarten. Also my teacher yelled a lot, which would get me upset (Because obviously, i was sensitive to loud noises)

During first grade I couldnt tell time that well, and I was allowed to go to the third grade classes (Something about being smart idk) to do some extra work there. I couldn’t tell time, so i would go up to the teacher and be like ‘Oh I think my time is up can i go back to my classroom’, and since i COULD NOT READ CLOCKS it would always be four minutes later or something (i was supposed to stay there for 15) and she would be like ‘oH yOuR tRyInG to GEt oUt oF wOrK’ and i would be like ‘???? NOOO???” like i cannot tell time girl

I hated whenever a teacher/friend wouldn't be coming to school i would have a near meltdown because A) the substitute teacher they brought in wasn’t very nice to me, and B) it would be an interruption to the routine. You don't interrupt the routine, you can’t do that

When I was in third grade, a day of PE was canceled. We were all herded (along with another class) into a dark room with one teacher in it. I was already on edge when we went in, because everything was too loud. The teacher screamed at everyone to shut up, then turned on a cartoon. I don't remember much of the cartoon, but it was really bright and loud, and at one point they showed butts (It was baby angels) and everyone started screaming, and the teacher started screaming, and I was so overwhelmed I started to cry. When my teacher later found out, she told me that THE WORLD DOESN'T REVOLVE AROUND ME. LIKE SORRY I GOT SO OVERSTIMULATED BITCH 

I hate the feeling of denim/shiny/itchy things pressed against my skin. I hate low rise jeans, I hate baby tees/any article of clothing that's way too tight. I like being able to breathe, I can’t understand how people wear them without ripping off their skin. I hate how it's too tight, my legs need to feel free, it shouldn’t feel like the denim is becoming a second skin. Same with tight shirts, the ones with sleeves. How do you not feel uncomfortable, especially with deodorant? My armpits need to BREATHE! IT'S LIKE BEING IN A STRAIGHTJACKET. I’m hyper aware when something feels wrong, and I cannot focus until that problem is removed

I change my personality to fit people. When I was little I would copy what other people were doing so they could like me, and now I'm super aware of what I am doing around other people. I want them to like me so badly, sometimes I even jokingly call myself out by saying “(Something abt current hyperfixation)- oh lol why did I say that that's so cringe!” When they’re talking I monitor what my face is doing, so I look interested and not bored. I find it really hard to pay attention when the subject isn't on something I like, and I want to talk about. Sometimes I even zone out, and I feel really bad about it later. Sometimes I overshare, because the person i’m talking to is so cool, and I just want to tell them everything about me (As affection). Sometimes I don't even notice what I said is rude, and when I do, I think about it for hours and hours. 

It feels like I’m constantly obsessed with everything, and I need to know everything about that thing.  For example, when I was young (Six  or seven years old), I first picked up a percy jackson book. That sent me into a spiral. I read every single book, watched all the movies, drew fanart and made fanfiction of my own. I started listening to music that made me think of the characters, imagining them in scenes and AU’s of my own. I would info dump on anyone I met who even knew of the series, making headcanons of them with me, talking their ear off about it. (This pattern continued for the nevermore series, the serafina series, harry potter, studio ghibli…) It was even to the point where i would dominate conversations just to talk about it, not caring if other people wanted to talk about something else (This still happens but im trying to work on it) I also loved playing with dolls, making up stories, I would even go as far to make little books, papers, posters for them out of sticky notes and tape (I WAS SO OBSESSED WITH DOING THIS). Miniatures fascinated me, so did rocks, birds, and fish. 

I loved routines so much it was scary. When I was little, whenever we drove to Pre-K, to make sure i had a great day, i would force my dad to play this one japanese song over and over because it reminded me of a pretty girl in my class. When I got older, and I would get really anxious about school, because school was over stimulating and scary, I would have this little routine. Get up, do my normal morning routine (if it even changed a bit i would probably throw a fit), and I would refuse to wear anything that was red, blue, orange, or yellow, because to me, that symbolized a ‘bad day’ (I still don't like wearing red or orange). After breakfast, I would write in a small journal that my mom and teachers forced me to write in because my anxieties about school were at an all time high. It had to be between 6:55-6:58, no questions asked. It had to have the same format,and always end with a drawing of me being attacked by a wild animal. Time skip. When we went into the car, we always had to play the muppets 'manamana’, and while we were driving, I would only look at houses that were white, brown, green, or gray (See above). After manamana, we had to play moving right along, and if we weren't at school by then, we had to play it again. Once we got to school I had to walk across the courtyard, jump over two overturned bricks, walk up the stairs, and go to my classroom. After that, while we were walking through the halls, the walls had these different murals that showcased the alphabet. One of them was an elephant with a bunch of easter eggs. Whenever we walked past it, i ALWAYS had to think ‘eddie elephant eating excellent easter eggs’, and if i didn't, i would be upset.

Im so sorry this is long, but its not even half of it. I'm tired, and I need to go to bed now, so I'll update this tomorrow.

I'm showing this to my therapist. I might be autistic, I might not be, but I just want clarification. I was just a really sad and anxious kid and there were some traits that made me different from other children my age. Most of what you saw above were just core memories I have of being different, but part two will be things I still have today. I still have a lot of weird routines I do, nothing harmful, I still have giant hyperfixations on things, I still try and mimick people so they will like me, and I still get overstimulated easily.

[daedalusdavinci]

16, riddlebat. disabled people time

16. At your lover’s complaining, rubbing a spot where they ache, smiling as they lean into your touch and melt at both the touch and warmth. the way youve literally sent me this prompt before lol tho tbf that one was for 2f and matches. anyway now that im done teasing heres your eds eddie that ik youre dying for

It takes less than a minute for Edward to start complaining. He complains like it's the fuel that keeps him going, eternally bitching every moment he isn't bragging, except for when he manages to do both at once. He complained so much about being left behind, but he complains just as much about the stakeout, so there's no winning. He fidgets, stretches, grumbles, riddles, bitching first about nothing, then about boredom, then about Bruce, rolling from one subject to the next seamlessly. If Bruce wasn't so used to doing stakeouts with children, he might have found it impossible to tune out. At least Edward has never tried to walk on his hands along the edge of the roof.

It takes one hour before Edward's complaints start to have an edge. He rolls his shoulders uncomfortably, stretches his legs out in front of him, and twists his back every way he can. He pops every knuckle, shifts his jaw, and hunches forward over his knees. His complaints are biting, now, grumbled and sulky and miserable, instead of too loud and delivered with a whiny flair.

"I told you we would be sitting here for a long time," Bruce tells him, even as he unfurls from his hunch, moving back from the edge of the roof.

"I didn't think we'd be sitting on a roof. It's freezing," Edward grumbles, but he shifts forward when Bruce moves behind him, peering more carefully over the edge.

"I told you it'd be cold."

"There's cold, and then there's sitting on concrete a hundred feet up, feeling the ice travel through your fucking bones. Riddle me this, Batman. What bites, but has no teeth?" Edward grumbles. He's leaning into Bruce's hands even before Bruce applies any pressure, and the minute Bruce's thumb finds the first knot in his shoulder, he groans in relief, head tipping back.

"Watch the street," Bruce instructs, digging in deep. His thumbs smooth, pull, and press, working it out gradually. Edward is a tangle of defunct connective tissue and stress, and at their age, the cold has a way of finding aches. He should have made sure Edward wore something warmer, or at least brought something for when he inevitably disregarded the advice.

Edward is like putty in his hands, pliant and heavy, but he does return his gaze to the street. "You're deflecting."

"It's not nearly cold enough for you to get frostbite," Bruce says. "At worst, you'll catch a cold and spend the next week bitching about it."

"I'm going to be sore for days."

"You'll be sore tonight. We'll take a hot bath, you'll warm up, and I'll work on whatever's left. And next time, when I tell you you're not coming with me on a stakeout, you're going to listen."

"I need to be here," Edward insists. "I need to see it all happen, as it is. I have to catch the things you miss."

"I never had any problem catching you."

"That was then. This is now. Things are more complicated than they used to be. That's why you have me, remember? Or are you forgetting things too, now, in your old age?"

For that, Bruce digs his thumb into a particularly sore spot. Edward flinches, shooting him a sour look over his shoulder before Bruce resumes his ministrations. "You've always been able to solve things from my files before. Consider it an extra challenge."

"You're just an OCD tightass who can't stand anyone else messing with his precious case."

"I'm a tightass who can't stand the way you throw yourself headlong into trouble," Bruce corrects.

"Aw. Because I'm your precious headcase?" Edward doesn't turn, this time, but Bruce can hear the grin.

"Something like that," Bruce allows, pressing his lips just softly against Edward's shoulder.

"Look at you, you big bad bat," Edward says, fond and teasing. There's more on the tip of his tongue, Bruce knows- there's always more- but he stiffens suddenly. "Wait- There!"

Edward grabs Bruce's shoulder as he lurches towards the edge, and suddenly both of them are silent, watching. The rest of the massage will have to wait.

[obsidiancreates]

Icewild (Part 3)

"Hey man. Yer butt flap is down."

"What?!" Taishen reaches back to feel, his golden scales turning bright molten orange as he blushes. "So indecent! Thank you for telling me! Would you like me to check your backside?"

"Nah, if mines down its just a nice fuckin' view." Gideon chuckles deeply and puffs his cigar. "Not to brag or anythin'."

"Well... alright." Taishen peeks anyway, because even if Damien ashamed there are possibly still ghosts down here who might not want to see any bare behinds. Gideon is buttoned up fine, though the overalls are clearly too small for him. Taishen would feel bad for him about that if the man's regular clothes seemed like they fit, but they also seemed a bit small.

Maybe he does that on purpose. Why he would, Taishen doesn't know. It seems very uncomfortable.

"Well, uh, let''s see. I've never really handled plumbing before..."

"Then why the hell'd you offer to check it out?"

"Well, I figured if it's just frozen I could melt it." Taishen produces a gorgeous flame in his palm, a delicate and refined dancing flame that, though it may be the same as what he uses in battle, is more settled in this peaceful context.

"Oh-ho yeah. I can help with that." Gideon grins, his beard sparking and crackling like the beginnings of a wildfire. Taishen's flame is reflected in Gideon's eyes, but the reflection seems wilder, raging, all-consuming.

"Um... well." Taishen holds his hand out in front of him to light their way. "How-how did you unlock your powers, then?"

"Fuckin' born with 'em, man."

"Oh! You didn't have an grand adventures, or... meetings with great beings?"

"I mean... my Pa was a pretty great guy."

"Oh! So you get if from him?"

"Nah, Pa was human."

"... I'm not sure we're getting anywhere with this."

"Well, why're ya askin'? Weren't you born with yours?"

"Not exactly. My niece went missing, and while searching for her I met a great ancient dragon, who awoke the powers within me."

"... Pretty fuckin' cool backstory." Gideon nods. "Hey, quick question. Does your niece bite you?"

"Not since she was a baby, I raised her not to do such things!"

"Wait, you raised her?"

"Well, yes-"

"Geez, man, you outta talk with Gricko later! Couple a single dads, he'd fuckin' love that. Unless you're not single, then maybe it wouldn't be as fun for 'im."

"Well, I am single, but I don't see how that matters."

"Matters 'cause he is too."

"I don't know if we'll really have much to talk about anyway. His... daughter, seems... seem to be a different situation."

"How?"

"Well... she's an owlbear."

"And? All kinds of different fuckin' people in the world, man."

"No, that's not what I meant-"

"Guess I found out why you're single."

"I- well it's mostly because I'm exploring the world and trying not to freeze to death-"

"And how do you keep warm to not freeze to death? Having some fun, if you know what I mean, heh-heh." Gideon elbows Taishen, knocking him into the wall of the waterways by accident. Taishen gives a little shout and rights himself, used to such things from Barnabos but still caught off guards thanks to the current subject matter.

"It's really just not the time or place for that kind of thing!" Taishen gestures around them. "My life recently has been very much a life-or-death situation!"

"And?"

"And-! And so it's just not the time for that sort of thing!"

"... We're on different fuckin' pages, man. I sleep with people in the middle of major situations all the fuckin' time."

"And that's very disturbing to know, please do not tell me these things!" Taishen prays they're close to the opening to the cave. "I spent years raising my niece, and now I'm trying to survive long enough to get back to her!"

"Alright, alright, I get it." They walk in silence for a little while.

"... But just so you know, ladies love the fire tricks." Gideon takes a swig from his flask, swishes it around, tilts his head up, and spits out a fountain of fire! The whole corridor lights up, and Taishen shouts as he ducks out of the way.

"Goodness!"

"Fuckin' cool, right?" Gideon hands the flask over. "Try it, man! Just light it in your mouth and spit it real quick!"

"Spitting it seems a little gross."

"It's fire. Fire can't be dirty."

"Well, that does make sense..."

"Yeah, man!"

"Should you step out of the way? Can you be burned?"

"Eh, barely."

"Alright then..."

Taishen takes a tentative drink.

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Queenie sits on Jornir's shoulder. "Why're we watchin' this guy again?"

Torbek, but a few feet away, sits chewing on a rock. Frost uses his mind hand to remove the rock, and Torbek makes a sad noise. Frost gives Torbek a piece of soft wood, which Torbek also begins to gnaw on.

"His state... concerns me."

"Ha, no shit." Skrimm sits nearby, swirling a bottle of brandy. "That guy's life seems fucked, and that's comin' from me." He takes a big drink.

"Skrimm, didn't you say you can do that thing where you look in souls or somethin'?" Queenie sighs, leaning against Jornir's head. "I don't think he's very malicious."

"Oh, look at that! Finally someone asks about my powers!" Skrimm looks at Torbek. "I'll try it, but if I had to bet I'd bet all I'll get is sad."

Skrimm focuses on Torbek and, like how he can summon the Brutal Blade with the mere flick of a wrist, flicks something in his mind or soul to see in Torbek's.

After a moment Skrimm hears, whispered in the back of his mind and drifting to the forefront, the word content.

"He's just relaxing." Skrimm shrugs, leaning back again. "He's content. Guess the guy has some pretty low standards." Skrimm takes another drink of his cheap brandy and a bite of some definitely-gone-off cheese.

Jornir eyes Skrimm, but doesn't say anything.

Queenie hops off of Jornir's back. "Well in that case, I'm gonna go make him feel a little more welcome. Jornir's been glarin' at him all day."

"I am not glaring. I am just... looking."

"You've been glarin', Jornir, ya wear you're heart on your sleeve sometimes."

"... I do?" Jornir looks at Skrimm, who makes an exaggerated face of confusion and shrugs.

Queenie hops away without another word, right up to Torbek. Torbek startles a little when she does.

"Ah! Did Torbek do something wrong?! Torbek is only chewing on what Frost says he can chew on!"

"Why're you chewin' on anythin', honey?"

"Mmmm, Torbek is bored."

"So yer chewin' on rocks?"

"Torbek chews on rocks often."

"Well, how about we find you a game or somethin' instead, how's that sound?"

Torbek lights right up! "Torbek loves games! He helped Mr. Kremy rig them all the time!"

"Torbek!" Kremy hisses.

"He did though, Kremy," Gricko chimes in.

"We're not talkin' about the carnival with folks who didn't work the carnival!"

"Sorry, Mr. Kremy." Torbek shrinks down a bit.

"Hey, don't you be snappin' at him!" Queenie snaps back.

"Excuse you, he's my em- I mean, my friend!"

"Oooooh, Torbek doesn't want more fighting!" Torbek covers his ears. "Torbek wants to play that game, pleaseeee, Torbek will never ask for anything else!"

"Alright, alright." Queenie glares ar Kremy again while she takes Torbek's hand and leads him away. "There's some snow just over there at the edge of the clearin', you ever made a snow angel before?"

"Noooo."

"Well neither have I, but I heard they're real fun so let's try it out."

Queenie and Torbek head off, and Kremy keeps an eye on them until they're out of sight. "Gotta bad feelin' about that, fellas."

"Oh, what's the worst that could happen, Kremy?" Gricko says. "In fact, Hootsie! Why don't we go join them, ah, ah? Alright let's go!" Gricko and Hootsie race off.

"It seems like a bad idea to me as vell."

Kremy and Frost both scream and jump up, Frost's fur standing on end and Kremy's shadow wiggling like a snake in a trap.

"I am Ketrothstein, but ah, you may call me Ket." He nods at them. "And I am also stuck in this vorld vhere I do not belong, as I have heard you are, and I thinkve should vork together to all return to our homes."

[ceasarslegion]

Not keep sulking about it because i cant actually say what happened in a public forum but this shit is why they keep losing the good officers. This extreme response to every little non-safety issue mistake is why everybody who actually gives a shit about security instead of customer service and following a list leaves within 2 years. Thats why these airports are left with shitty reputations of officers who dont actually do anything but harass people over stupid shit that doesnt matter, because those are the ones that stay, because those are the ones who care more about what the book says than what actually keeps people safe.

This industry has become so fucked from the inside out. I really dont mean to sound like im bragging because im not but they are losing a good officer who primarily cares about peoples safety when i decided that im on borrowed time here now. The amount of times that i get stationed facing the public because passengers have said that im non judgemental and accommodating of diabilities and different cultural and religious and miscellaneous identity needs when they fill out surveys and how i made them feel like it wasnt this big huge deal that other officers would make it at other airports if they said it was too uncomfortable to walk through the detector and id just ask if they wanted to sit for a pat down instead. How many said that a simple question of "any uncomfortable spots i should be careful around before i touch anywhere?" made all the difference.

But that just rewarded me with more abuse from the shitty passengers who would throw things at me and then go on to claim (to the news on one occassion) that i kicked them out because of their race. Yeah, it was because of your race. When you threw your things at me and said youd come back on a certain day to hurt me. I kicked you out because of your race. Thats why. Management would help me drag those people out but other than that would just go "go back to your position now" no mental health support or even a "you wanna take a walk for 15 minutes after that?"

Fuck this place man. You try to make it better but you cant fix a broken system from the inside. Theyre losing somebody good thats just gonna make the place a little worse

[ai-luni]

No word of a lie, I'm smiling so hard right now (and thinking of reasons to tell my husband that isn't "im Hesh Whore #2, yes. The character from the game we first played together. Yes thats what my sign off is) because that screenshot made me so warm and fuzzy inside.

And bizzare headcanons because bringing joy to others makes me happy (and I want to help bring more content to our loveable dude).

So, could you imagine Hesh dating someone who's scared of dogs (well after they've started dating and things have gotten pretty serious). Because he's a package duo with Logan and Riley (his brother and his furry son).

Like, over the months of dating this doof you somehow never met/realized that Riley belongs to him (the dog food bowls, kennel that's rarely used, dog beds, toys, dog food and treats weren't a dead giveaway that your man owns a dog). You knew of the German Shepard, and from a distance thought he was rad. Just a neat little dude that your boyfriends brother owned (because in this world Logan let's Riley sleep over quite often).

But you've also seen/heard of what military K9s can do. You've heard the Ghosts brag about Riley's achievements (they're all proud of their goodest boy). So to say you're scared of the day when you have to meet this dog is an understatement. Due to an unfortunate run in as a child (or something) that left you as a cat person.

You're not expecting to visit and be greeted by a dog. Hesh isn't expecting for you to scream and back right up from his dog just about in tears when you come visit.

As much as he loves Riley, he feels his heart sink right to his toes thinking you got hurt. Considering the fact that Riley is a military trained dog, and hasn't met you yet. Hesh does end up feeling bad after because when he realized you were fine and just spooked by the dog he did chuckle a bit and pet the good boy while telling you his name (he found it endearing - not realizing quite how scared you actually were).

Of course when he realized you weren't playing and you were shaking in your boots with tears in your eyes he brought Riley into the backyard and hugged you tighter than ever whispering about how sorry he was into your hair. Holding you until you stopped shaking and were ready to talk.

To say he feels like a bag of dicks when he realizes he never warned you (or really talked pets) with you before this is an understatement. This man is shattered. But also thinking of ideas to suggest to help you co-habit the space with its other owner (Riley). Offering to have Logan pick the dog up tonight if you're uncomfortable with him around right now (but that the dog is a huge part of his life just like you and he isn't willing to give up the animal that's been in his life since he was 17).

When you decide you're ready to meet his best friend, he goes to the ends of the world to make sure you're comfortable. Telling you that at any point you can back out and he won't be mad (but is super proud and happy you're trying for him). The first time he doesn't even make you interact. He's cuddling with you on the couch watching a movie while Riley and Logan sit across the room. See, he's not going to pounce. He's not like that, and we wouldn't let him anyway

The next time you put out a shaky hand for Riley to sniff (while squeezing Hesh's hand so hard he could've swore you almost broke something - even though Logan had a handle on Rileys vest the entire time).

A bigger, surprising was when you walked up to the dog without either of the Walker brothers holding him, or having him on leash and patted the top of his head on your own accord. Nobody can agree who was more excited that day. You, Hesh, Logan or Riley (spoiler: Riley was the most excited because you're realizing he's a good boy :D)

After that you slowly started warming up to the idea of this dog. Joining on his walks (sometimes asking to hold the leash and being surprised at how gentle he is when you're walking him), petting him if you're in arms length, giving small commands when Hesh or Logan is around (Riley gets very excited with "give paw" because its like he's making important buisness deals), or giving him treats from your hands.

The most memorable step (that made Hesh tear up and the picture remains as his lock screen), was the night he got called to base after supper for a couple hours. Riley was home, you were visiting and he wasn't able to bring the dog along. So he put Riley in the kennel (with a promise that he'd let him out as soon as he was home - because you were still unsure about the dog out in the house without either brother around).

The fear that struck in Hesh's chest when he got back and noticed the kennel was empty almost caused him to drop to the floor. His goodest boy wouldn't break out, you were still spooked of the dog, what happened???

But that fear was quickly replaced by love and warmth when he got to the bedroom and saw the two of you cuddling asleep. He must have made an audible "awww" after taking a quick picture because you woke up, one arm still around Riley.

"He looked sad and lonely, the bed was cold and we both missed you" you tiredly explained, guesturing for Hesh to come join the cuddle puddle.

It was safe to say that after that night Riley was an exception to the "im not a dog person" rule. (And he was totally the flower dog at the wedding)

Hesh Whore #2 (who loves dogs, and cats and guinea pigs. And has 2 of each listed animal)

AWWWW STOP IT, WHY AM I ACTUALLY TEARING UP

First of all, I think you’re missing the big picture. Your husband can become Hesh whore #4 and then all will be well.

Second of all, I’m a massive dog person (allergic to cats unfortunately) and this may have reduced me to tears. Every little scene genuinely makes me wanna crawl out of a hole and draw again. Like if there are any cod artists out there that need comic ideas, I mean come on!

Third of all, you should so be writing fics! I think we all agree.

And lastly, falling asleep with Riley will always be my little daydream. I don’t know how your knew -.- suspicious.

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yk i genuinely don't think ive ever been able to actually express my gender dysphoria out loud to another person cos with my family they'll get uncomfortable or think im somehow bragging bc i have the misfortune of a hyperfeminine body, with therapists im always trying not to say smth that makes me sound too self hating to get letters written, and with other trans people i don't want to upset them. idk writing it down just feels like im cataloguing everything that's wrong with me but I don't think ill ever have anyone i can talk to about it either