#i look at my old undercuts and cry

[mainfaggot]

i had a really mediocre whipped coffee today and it pains me like what the fuck cant my coffees at least be good

[zweetpea]

Yandere batfam one shot/imagine thing

I'll probably make a part 2

You met Bruce while you were working as a waitress for a gala. It was a second job to pay rent. Maybe he brought Selina or some other girl or maybe he came alone.

Either way you two end up in a room together and end up sleeping together. Just as you’re pulling on your clothes he asks to see you again. He even offers you a check (let’s say it’s for 500k). You take the money promising to see him again but you don’t for about a year.

After a year of him searching every corner of Gotham he finally finds you. And surprise surprise you have a three month old baby girl.

He goes up to you and begs you to let him be in the baby’s life. After a few weeks of bribes (and him secretly stalking you) you finally make a deal with him. If he works from home he can take care of the baby during the day.

So you brought your baby to the Wayne Manor. You expected maybe a servant or maybe Bruce to answer the door. You were not expecting a young man to open the door. He had short shaggy black hair with an undercut and a K-pop hair style. He stared at you with his piercing blue eyes-

“Tim drake! That’s who you are! I used to love watching your let’s plays! I love your sense of humor!” Tim was surprised. Being the middle child (especially the middle boy) he often feels left behind by his siblings, so having someone notice his accomplishments for once felt nice.

“Drake. What are you looking-” a short boy came up behind the gamer. He had a darker complexion and slicked back black hair with piercing green eyes. You smiled at him and he straight up slammed the door in your and your baby’s face. Your eyes grew wide and your face fell into a scowl.

You heard shuffling from behind the door and when if opened you saw Tim holding the kid by the scruff of his collar as one would do with a misbehaving animal. “Sorry about that Miss.” Tim smiled at you. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“I’m going to be late for work. Here give her to Bruce. Her name is Echo.” You give the baby to Tim. “Oh there you go. Support her head now.” You threw the bag in the small rude kids face. “Everything she needs is in there. I’ve left instructions inside for how to take care of her. If she doesn’t eat that much try tickling her tummy. I’ve labeled the extra bottles of her food so if she’s really hungry give her some and if it’s not enough call me I’ll get here as soon as I can. I don’t want her drinking any of that store bought crap. Understand?”

“Yes ma’am.” Tim smiled.

“Good.” You ruffled his hair. Then you turned to the younger boy. “Be good to my baby ya hear? Or else I’ll milk papa Bruce for every penny I can.” You ruffled his hair too. You then kissed your baby and went back to your car.

Tim shut the door and immediately Echo started crying. Bruce and Alfred came running at the noise.

“No… I missed her.” Bruce said. He looked at his three youngest kids. “Hey sweetheart.” Bruce tried to grab Echo. But Tim held her close. Everyone looked at him surprised.

“Father why did that rude lady drop off a baby.” Damian scowled.

“She’s not rude. She’s your future Step Mother.” Bruce smiled at the thought of your and his wedding. “Now Tim, give my baby here. She’s crying.”

“No.”

“No? What do you mean no?” Bruce seemed flabbergasted.

“She trusted me to hold her child. This is my baby sister.”

“Drake! Give father the baby. She’s being loud.” Damian covered his ears. Echo looked over at him and made a grabby hand gesture at him.

“It looks like she wants Master Damian’s attention.” Alfred pointed out.

“but-” Tim was cut off as Damian took the baby.

Echo’s cries grew quiet as her youngest older sibling held her. While Tim’s obsession with You and Echo became apparent almost immediately, giving him the praise his own family and the Media refused to, Damian’s was slow. It started with someone (echo) actually liking him. After all he went from being showered in attention under Talia’s thumb to being practically ignored at Wayne Manor.

Dick was by far the kindest to Damian, being a mentor to the young boy. But he could still bite back at Damian’s snark. Barbara and Stephanie took none of his crap, to the point where they barely spoke to him. Cass and Duke held no qualms about fighting with a kid. Jason was like a cool big brother and while he wasn’t at the manor often he always made most of his time there focused on the kid. Tim and Damian had a very strained relationship. And while Bruce loves Damian there’s always a bit of strain, and guilt on Bruce’s part. If he’d stayed with Talia maybe Damian wouldn’t have to grow up in a cesspool of Violence and mental agony.

“Back to your old ways of not wearing protection father?” Damian smirked.

“Damian… give me my Daughter.” Bruce said gently but firmly.

“Its nice to know you fought for her more than you fought for me. Though to be fair to you Ummi did shove us together.” He snarked as he held the baby who’d fallen asleep. Bruce went to grab her but Damian stepped back. “Ah ta ta. You wouldn’t want to disturb her right?” Damian smirked.

Over the next few hours Damian was mainly the one taking care of Echo if only to stop her from crying.

And at the end of the day when you finally got off work to pick up your sweet baby you were surprised to see Bruce, Damian, and Tim all playing with her in the living room. (What was more surprising was that her attention was mainly focused on the brat from this morning Damian.) She cooed as she saw you and you rushed to pick her up and gather her things into her bag.

Damian glared at you as you took Echo from his borderline iron clad grip. Who were you to take his sister, his blood sister mind you, away form him? (Her mother but we're not going to get into that right now.)

"Sweetness how about you just slow down. I'll have Alfred prepare you a drink. Which kind of tea do you like more Earl Gray or Jasmine." Bruce smiled and twiddled a piece of your hair in his hand.

You smacked his hand away. "No thank you. My baby and I need to get home." You said and quickly hurried out of there.

"Father you can't let her leave!" Damian said.

"Yeah! Don't you want that nice lady to be your wife?" Tim agreed.

"I was talking about Echo." Damian deadpanned.

Bruce ruffled both their heads. "Patience boys. Have a little faith in your old man." He smiled as you walked away. Before the month was out he'd have you and echo safely tucked away in his arms in the deepest recesses of Wayne Manor.

[katsukikitten]

Togame Jo has always been in the back of your mind and maybe that's why you accidentally text him instead of your best friend, otherwise why else would he show up to your house so late in the evening? inspired by @kingkatsuki adding onto a general "diary entry" to my blog .

A good finger fucking until I cry would fix me

A random thought you text to your friend before you toss your phone on your nightstand, groaning into your pillow with disgust over how horny you were over nothing at all.

It was just ovulation week of course, leaving you weepy and wet at your lashes and between your thighs. Dolphin shorts riding up as you reach for a shirt on the ground that you've stolen from your crush. The last time you'd seen him you'd gotten caught in the rain coincidentally near his apartment and so he invited you in until the storm passed, your clothes dried and neatly folded placed into a bag as he walked you to the train stop while you wore his shirt and sweats. You promised you'd return it nice and clean.

You both knew that was a lie.

Dressing quickly so you could finish cleaning up your apartment before dinner, take out on its way in about a half an hour and you needed to find your cash stash to tip the poor man when he got here.

Washing dishes, taking out trash, sweeping and even picking up your living room that was neglected through the week all before the doorbell rings.

Smiling as you go to open the door, ten in your hand, as you hum happily thinking about your favorite oversized meal. Except when you swing the door open the delivery man isn't there.

It's Togame, your crush.

He stands tall even as he hunches a little. Plastic bag of your delivery on the wrist of the hand in his pocket while the other idly scrolls his phone. Yours pings, the delivery driver sending a picture of the hand off, to Togame, and kind message thanking you for the large tip.

He looks up at you, just over the rim of his circular glasses that sit on the edge of his nose.

"Ya always answer the door like that, sweetheart?" He asks locking his phone as he looks you up and down, deep emerald gaze noticing his old band shirt that swallows your body. He isn't sure you're wearing anything underneath, he smiles and runs his hand through his hair to his undercut before he's pushing his way past you. Entering your apartment as if it were second nature and not his first time here.

Stopping in the genkan to shove off his geta that match his dark cotton samue paired with his flashy Shishitoren letterman jacket. Walking to the living room to set down the takeout on the kotatsu before the rummages through your cabinets for plates.

"Togame?"

"Yea?"

"What are you doing here?" With how comfortable he makes himself in your home, you almost forgot you barely know him and that you're dressed in a shirt you never returned, pulling down the hem a bit more since your shorts hardly cover your ass.

"M here to 'fix ya.'" He tilts his head at you, wondering why you're lingering by your entry way, "Like ya asked."

"Like I asked?" A cold sweat breaks out over your skin, prickling at the nape of your neck.

"Yea, wouldn't want you texting anyone else your problems sweetheart. Least not ones like that." He sets the two plates and two sets of utensils down on the counter while he opens the fridge. Delighted to find a beer bottle that he opens with his teeth, before bringing one of the glass bottles to his lips for a sip. Grabbing for the plates and returning to the living room to settle in. Tossing his glasses and jacket onto your bed that lies a few feet from the kotatsu looking over his shoulder while he makes your plate.

"Ya coming?"

"Togame...I-" You let out a shaky breath, there's no way you texted the wrong person. You texted your friend your born again virgin woes, right?

Right??!!!

"Shy now?" He chuckles, pulling out his phone, holding it up so you can see the message that he received and sure enough it reads, a good finger fucking would fix me.

"THAT-" You bap at his phone knocking it from his hands as if that could make him unsee it, make him forget all about your lewd request, "That was NOT meant for you."

"Oh?" His jade eyes are cat like, narrowing for a moment in an emotion you can't place, "Who was it meant for? Surely not someone from Bofurin."

He takes another swig from his bottle, long fingers around the neck that he tightens over the thought. He knew no one from Bofurin could please you the way Togame knew he could, especially not that one with headphones and suckers.

Togame would much rather you be sweet on Sako, least then he was a Shishitoren.

"It was meant for a friend! It was like- like a joke between girls." Your confession shouldn't make his cock twitch in his pants, he palms at it and doesn't bother to be subtle.

"Girls always talk so lewdly to each other?" Silence stretches on between you two before he cracks a devilish smile, patting at the spot next to him, "Come on, gotta get some food in ya."

With your heart beating on your ribcage you slowly sink down next to Togame, who puts on a movie the two of you would enjoy while you eat your meal. Splitting with him what was supposed to be your dinner tonight and lunch tomorrow.

It's comfortable, the silence and occasional comments on the flick takes some odd plot twist and for a moment you forget why exactly he showed up at your door.

Right up until the credits, where you try to rise with a "welp" as if to show him away.

But Togame wasn't going anywhere, crowding your space with little effort and it's only now you realize you practically sat on top of him. He didn't let you get up and there's no way you can escape now as his mouth hovers so closely to yours.

"Now," he purrs, hand moving to cup your mouth, long fingers digging into the fabric to touch your already wet hole, "lemme help you with your problem."

Roughly pressing his fingers into your cunt and swiping up to your clit in slow strokes and it makes you gasp. Fisting the navy blue fabric of his samue when he presses his mouth to yours. Kissing you with a mixture of rough and soft that leaves you a little dizzy. Domineering in a way you'd forgotten you liked, gasping against his mouth giving him entrance for his tongue to slip in. Slow swipes as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss even more all while he keeps that slow rough drag of his finger tips. Until he hears the squelch of your cunt and feels your arousal soaking through your shorts only then does he pull away as you whine.

Hooking his fingers into the waist band of your shorts and yanking them down and off of your ankles, pushing you to lean back against your bed frame as he crowds further. Palm on your pretty mound as his fingers repeat the same action, catching on your entrance that starts to flutter with each circle of your clit back down to your perineum. He watches your face, watches your hips twitch as you arch your back for him, your hands fisting the hem of the fabric at your waist.

Togame brings his free hand to shove his shirt over the mounds of your breasts, exposing your already hard nipples to the cool air of your apartment. Leaning over to lick a broad stripe making you clench around nothing as a shiver runs down your spine. He does it a few more times before he's pulling your nipple into his mouth. Shoving his two thick fingers into your tight cunt with enough force it makes your tits bounce and you moan loudly.

Swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before flicking it in time with his thumb that now circles your clit. Adjusting his hands so that his fingers can touch that sweet spot and his thumb can rock against your clit with each thrust of his hand.

In just a few short strokes you're starting to see stars.

"Oh fuck oh fuck. Togame, fuck ahh." You sound better than what he's imagined when he fisted his cock to the thought of you. Your name on his tongue makes his cock ache painfully in his boxer briefs, begging to be touched but that could wait.

Biting at the soft tops of your tits, leaving hickies that you'll be finding for weeks as your head jerks back. Coil in your stomach so tight you think you might snap in half.

"Togame, don't stop, fuck, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!" You sound whiny like you always do and Togame loves the sound. Lives for it and it's why he's always teasing you when you stop by Shishitoren to give the gang a lecture about not trashing the bar you work out.

It always fell on deaf ears that is until Togame made his men listen but he didn't want to think about all that right now.

He just wanted to burn the way you look creaming his fingers into his memory. Moving off your nipple with a lewd pop and silvery string that connects the two of you that he breaks with a swirl of his tongue. Looking down to see how you soak the floor and his fingers making him press into you a little harder.

"Then cum sweetheart. It's why I'm here remember?" With that you reach ecstasy, bucking your hips into his thrusting fingers with a loud moan of his name and tears collecting in your eyes, holding his gaze and if Togame wasn't in love with you before he sure as hell was now.

Watching you pant as he slows his pace just enough for you to catch your breath but let you ride out your high, loving how your cunt flutters around his fingers, trying to pull his digits back in that he steadily rocks into you.

Your manicured hands reach for his waist band, eyes trained on the outline of his long, fat cock.

"Please, 'gami." You whine, pulling at the fabric as his free hand gently pushes yours away. Green eyes tracking over pretty skin he's littered with bruises, kind replaying the way you cried out his name as he feels drool collect at the back of his throat. Pulling his fingers out until just the tips were hidden within your velveteen walls before he pushes the saliva to the tip of his tongue. Pulling his lips away from his teeth to push the spit from the wet muscle right onto your clit, not that you needed the extra lube. Messily rubbing it against the sensitive bud making you cum again with a cry and a biting grip on his forearm.

"No, no sweetheart. This is about you right now." He hums, eyes dark and trained on your face before he sets another relentless pace. Until you're slumping over and jerking back. Crying out his name over and over as fat tears fall past those pretty lashes Togame loves seeing you bat up at him when you want your way.

So into what he's doing to you he doesn't realize his boxers have become sticky until he shifts closer to you. Clinging to his skin too much for it to be only pre, turned on even more that you made him cum his fuckin pants from just your sights and sounds. Even your smell, sweet and sticking in the back of his throat making him insatiable.

"Fuck, lissen to how your cunt soundsssss." He growls, making emphases by pushing you beyond your limit so he can hear the clicking slick and cry of your cunt sucking his fingers back in when he pulls them out.

He doesn't stop until his fingers are pruned and cramping in your cunt that has been spasming non stop for the past five minutes, your throat sounds dry from your moaning and selfishly he thinks he could spit onto your tongue to help you alleviate your pain.

Looking up to see your debauched face, brows furrowed, lip pouting and tears of beyond overstimulation that makes him ease you down into slow ruts til his fingers are just in you. Half smothering you as he crowds your space, slowly pulling out his fingers and lightly tapping your clit as he leaves your glistening folds making you yelp.

Lips at your throat, leaving soft nips and nosing at your racing pulse, "Deep breath."

His voice is soft and it makes you dizzy, slowly pulling in breath until you feel a little more clear headed. Clinging to him slightly and he pulls you closer halfway on his lap so you can curl into his throat. Breathe in his cologne and hopefully think about him as much as he thinks about you.

Little does he know...

"Hmm, but you didn't get to have any fun." You pout, now real tears collecting in your eyes that have him chuckling again. Pressing his lips gently to yours before pulling himself away from you reluctantly.

"Oh I did." He presses his sensitive spent cock roughly through his pants until you can hear a muted squelch.

Suddenly there are hearts in your eyes, looking up at him and pushing him onto his back. Pulling his pants down until they sit midway on his hairy thighs, leaning over to lick the spent cum from his soft cock and if you weren't careful would quickly get hard. Your hand placed firmly on his sternum to keep him from getting up as your tongue travels to his heavy sac.

Togame just lies back, staring up at your ceiling, hand coming to circle yours until he's "clean" wishing you had texted him by accident months ago.

[paperbaghero]

Since Senshi looks a lot like my OC, Markus, as an Elf, I just thought Markus would look like Senshi as a Dwarf HFKSGSKD

Examples undercut

I'm crying, this is literally him JFKSBZKSHSKSBXKS

Also, old art from a year ago, don't mind that!! 😭

[songwolfwildblogs]

Sup I wrote a oneshot for an ending for my cursed castle au

(Ty @vantalemons for the idea and letting me infodump >:3)

Oneshot undercut

Words: 544

Nightmare was in his quarters, tentacles covered in dust and blood, his white dress stained and veil torn off. He sat at his desk, tears streaming down his face as he tried desperately to repair the dolls he cherished. Two moronic reporters had broken into the castle and shattered the pair of dolls… he had hunted them down of course, mutilating them in a matter of seconds but that still couldn't undo the damage done.

He tried using some of his goo as an adhesive to repair the two dolls but the pieces never stuck correctly, always sliding out of place. He repeated the process of trying to glue the pieces together with his goo for hours. Whispers went through the castle from killer to cross the staff were concerned for the castle’s lord

Dust slowly opened the door, the floor creaking as he stepped closer. Holding a tea tray he blankly stared Ahead as he approached Nightmare. Nightmare quickly turned to face dust, his tentacles bursting forth nearly puncturing Dust’s throat, his eyelights nearly completely slits as tears poured down his face.

The tentacles began to shake as he stared at dust Before they slowly inched away. Dust’s face remained blank, he should be terrified of nightmare after all he could Kill him in a matter of seconds but… he knew he wouldn't. dust placed the tray on the desk and poured Nightmare a cup of lavender tea.

Nightmare had his tentacles out and bracing for… something he didn't know what, but he was on edge. “My lord, you may relax, I have no intention of harming you.” Dust said With his typical monotone presentation. He handed the cup of tea to Nightmare, making sure to move Slowly and carefully. For the past hundreds of years Nightmare has had these sorts of episodes but dust knew better than to ignore them when they got this bad.

Nightmare quietly sipped on the tea, his tentacles relaxing as he drank. Nightmare set down the cup, looking up at dust he felt like a child, he was hundreds of years old yet he was being cared for like a child. Dust put a hand on nightmare's shoulder and lead him to his bed “get some rest my lord, we can repair the dolls tomorrow”

Nightmare sat down on the side of the bed looking confused. Dust took out a handkerchief and began to wipe the tears off nightmare's face “my lord, do you wish to talk?” dust asked. Nightmare shook his head. “Very well.” Dust finished wiping away nightmare's tears and put the handkerchief in his pocket.

Dust went over to the desk and began to clean up the tea tray. As Nightmare stared at the ground, one of his tentacles slithered over and wrapped around Dust’s arm. Dust looked down at his wrist and asked “my lord… do you need something?” Nightmare Nodded but didn't say anything. Dust understood this was just something that happened during these episodes so he stopped cleaning the tea tray and sat down next to Nightmare on the bed.

The two sat in silence for a moment before Nightmare started crying again. Dust without thinking brought Nightmare into a hug. Nightmare's eyes widened before he began sobbing into Dust’s shoulder…

[odbuoyjemmity]

Nevermoor Dashboard

Wundrous-Society-Official

Golder's Night is next week! Don't forget to take part with a chance of winning a favour from the Wundrous Society! A night of fun for everyone.

gigi-stan

does anyone know if holliday wu is looking for a seventh girlfriend

blue-suit-4ever

its chanda kali with the six boyfriends. how do you know she's even gay?

gigi-stan

barty, she has an undercut and like. six piercings. if she's not into women i will cry for a week

blue-suit-4ever

isn't that stereotyping?

gigi-stan

bitch

blue-suit-4ever

blocked

gigi-stan

wait unblock me. i have to tell you something

blue-suit-4ever

what?

gigi-stan

bitch

i-miss-jemmity-park

okay but why is lsj so obsessed with a thirteen year old. isnt that kinda sus

eldritch

she is a wundersmith. it's a serious risk and we're all in danger

i-miss-jemmity-park

she literally has food on her face in that one photo. also dont you make edits of The Wundersmith with flower crowns

eldritch

they're ironic

i-miss-jemmity-park

you called him daddy

i-miss-jemmity-park

guys they blocked me

gigi-stan

i can't believe gigi is making another album and going on tour with st nicholas. so hyped

blue-suit-4ever

typical sellout. wonder how much she's getting off of underpaid elvish labour

gigi-stan

actually! the elves have a union now source

blue-suit-4ever

they're going to go on strike. they're not in a union yet. don't you see how this is going to distract everyone from their strike anyway?

offical-concerned-citizens-of-nevermoor

The Wundrous Society controls our governments and aren't accountable to anyone. Their cover-ups of hollowpox attacks only prevents the victims seeking justice from their assailants!

burns-with-the-fire-etc

K

murder-of-crows

U

no-retreat

N

polylingual

T

murder-of-crows

mahir. no

burns-with-the-fire-etc

mahir keep going

foxlore

it's actually really disheartening to see the rise in anti-wunimal sentiment since the beginning of the hollowpox. my aunt was spat on in the supermarket two days ago and no one said anything about it

king-louis

actually i don't care if crow and squall take over nevermoor. steed is so bad at his job i kinda want to see him get deposed

no-retreat

squall killed a bunch of people just fyi. crow probably wouldn't. i think

murder-of-crows

thanks, thaddea

foxlore

oh my god i hate the brolly rail so much

goosey-goosey-gander

what happened

foxlore

mmh. fuckin leg

murder-of-crows

in courage square doing 'it'. and by 'it' i mean. arson

[legacyshenanigans]

Ominis did something bad, something very very bad, unforgivable, unpronounceable, he lost control of himself, let his anger rule him and now he's losing his mind. He can't think of anyone else to help him but his brother

What would Marvolo do?

(PD you're amazing 🖤🖤🖤)

Oof, I like this 👀🐍

(you're far too kind, thank you 💜)

I Didn't Know Who Else To Turn To🐍

Gonna undercut this, just incase people don't wanna see Ominis freaking out because he killed someone lol.

Marvolo sat in his room at his desk, writing, when his door suddenly flung open hitting the wall, he flinched and turned seeing Ominis stood there, looking terrified, his face puffy from crying, shaking. A black eye already forming and a bloodied nose. He stumbled into the room.

Ominis: Marvolo? MARVOLO!?

Marvolo: *frowns and stands* Yes yes I'm here! What's wrong with you?! What's happend? You look a fucking wreck.

Ominis held out his hand, approaching Marvolo and gripping his collar.

Ominis: *shakey breath* I...I killed someone.

Marvolo: *confused shock* What?! You?

Ominis: Yes me! M-Marvolo I'm freaking out!! *starts crying*

Marvolo: *grabs Ominis by the shoulders* Hey hey hey!! Shhhh, breathe!

Marvolo starts doing breaths, urging Ominis to copy him, which he did, but it was still very evident he was a mess, still shaking like crazy.

Marvolo: ....What happened?

Ominis: I.. I cut through the woods on my way home..A-And I was attacked by some guy. He threw me to the floor and started..B-Beating me.. And I just..I..I just SNAPPED!!! *Starts crying again*

Marvolo: Ominis focus, fooocus...C'mon!

Ominis: He's dead, Marvolo! That's all I know now at this point ok?! I..Used a fucking unforgivable..And now the man's dead..*let's out a long drawn-out shakey sigh*

Marvolo: Listen to me..Did you leave the body?

Ominis: Y-Yes.

Marvolo: ...Do you think you could find your way back to it?

Ominis: I..I dont know!! I just r-ran home as fast as I could!!

Marvolo: OK OK shhh. Where abouts did this happen?

Ominis: I-It..Must of happened maybe a couple of minutes after I entered the woods, from the Hogsmeade side. You know the old path behind the..A-Abandoned house?

Marvolo: Mhmm, alright...Me and Rerek will take a walk there right now, and find the body, I'll handle it...

Ominis: M-Marvolo..I...I'm NOT a killer! I'm not I'M NOT!! *distraught expression*

Marvolo: *grabs Ominis and hugs him, with Ominis clinging to him, crying again* Oi..Shhh..I know..You were attacked..It is what it is *moves back putting his hands on his shoulders again* Listen to me, Ominis..Nobody is going to know, ok? I will sort it out..And if you EVER feel the need to talk about it, talk to ME, alright? We shall keep this between us..You did what you had to do..

Ominis: D-Don't say that..I lost control..I..Can't fucking believe I did that..*another shakey breath and he closes his eye's*

Marvolo: Ominis..It happend..Its done..Try your BEST to move it to the back of your mind..TRY..Yeah?

Ominis: *nods his head aggressively* ...I..I didn't know who else to turn to..

Marvolo: Well...You chose well, coming to me..

~

[fandomwe1rd0]

No, because I feel so bad for Morty. Like, let's put ourselves in Morty's shoes for a moment. You've already got all the basic stressors of being 14, insecurity, puberty, etc. Now, imagine having no friends for your whole life, then when you were 14, this random guy crashed into your house and he's apparently your grandpa and is now living here? Then he drags you on dangerous adventures and constantly manhandles and emotionally abuses you, your parents are emotionally neglectful and don't do much to stop this abuse. And he's really your first and only friend. It doesn't help that he always drags you out of school so you can never make any friends your age. Your literal only friend is your 70-year-old grandpa, and you're basically his only real close friend.

We know Rick is Morty's first and only friend with what Beth says in the first episode "Morty was having trouble in school way before my dad moved in, and the only influence I can see Rick having is that for the first time in his life...Morty has a friend." Not only that, but Rick's healing is HEAVILY dependent on Morty, and he relies on Morty to keep him stable (Look at Rickfending your Mort) Having anyone rely on you for their healing and emotional support is already a ridiculous and unfair responsibility to put on an adult, let alone a 14-year-old. And Morty SHOULD break free. Key word should. But it's hard. Rick is literally all he knows. He has emotionally neglectful parents, he never had any friends before Rick, and he and Summer don't really talk all too much, so Rick is really all he knows. And we know that his parents aren't a good example of a healthy relationship. So Rick is all he knows, bunched up with him not having any good frame of reference of what a healthy relationship is, it's gonna be hard to break free from the possibly biggest influence on your life. Imagine how hard it must be hard to even acknowledge that the relationship is unhealthy, much less break free from it. Even when he treats you horribly, even when he straight up says "What we had was abusive, don't you see?" all you can say is "Ok...so...what's the undercut?" Like you don't see the problem with it.

Then he walks out on you, adding a heavy dose of abandonment issues, we see this in the Jerrick Trap with Morty having a stronger reaction than everyone else to Jerricki leaving, everyone else just seemed mildly annoyed, meanwhile, Morty sounded like he was literally about to cry "They are my dad and grandpa! You can't just take them!" Even though you don't even think he cares about you, but you make peace with that. Now you just accept that he may not care about you. All you want is for him to stay by you. Because he's all you know, you place him on a pedestal, seeing him as "A super fucked-up god" (See Rickshank Redemption) So no wonder you see nothing wrong with it? Why would you? As long as he stays by you, everything feels like it will be fine. Giving you some twisted sense of comfort. All you need for him to stay by your side. Need. Not want. Need He needs you too. He relies on you for pretty much everything, here's some examples in the show, ahem, he relies on you to: Keep him stable, get him food, help him with pretty much everything, remind him to shower, help him heal, etc., etc., we could literally be here all day if I listed off all of them, and in the wise words of Jadien Animations, nobody should ever need you. They should want you. But you can't help it. This person is all you know.

Deep down, you probably know it's abusive, that it isn't good or healthy for either of you. But here's the thing.

You don't care.

You need him.

You know deep down that this won't do anyone any good in the long haul. But you don't care.

You need him even though it's damaging to you, like a drug.

It doesn't matter if it stops you from making other friends.

It doesn't matter how much it hurts your mental health.

It doesn't matter how many times he fucks with your mind.

All that matters is that you have him.

No matter what.

[consul-valerius]

Kinktober Day One: OTK Spanking

[Nadia] raised an eyebrow at Portia as Valerius balked at her. It was a challenge to them both: she expected Portia to punish him thoroughly, and she wanted Valerius sorry for his behavior. Well, two could play at this game: if Nadia wanted him on his best behavior, wanted him to submit and whine and cry for forgiveness, then he would do the opposite. 

Minors DNI🤺🤺🤺

Word Count: 1848

Fill includes (other than the prompt): bare bottom spanking (with hand; no implement), themes of punishment, crying during a scene, humiliation, degradation, Valerius in peak brat form, Portia in peak domme mode, Nadia is there to supervise and provide horny observations

A/N: Weeellppp LMFAO now's the best time to start reposting last year's fills while I still work on finishing up all 31 chapters :') starting off right with my bread and butter aka Valerius getting thrown over someone's knes lmao

Preview undercut because tumblr formating still sucks; full fic is linked in the title (as well as all other currently finished fills for those who want some "light" he says like a liar reading :3c

There wasn’t much that shocked Nadia any longer; with her surplus of adventures in the arcane realms over, domestic palace affairs felt like a vacation to her now. Therefore she hardly blinked as she entered her salon and was greeted by Valerius screeching over Portia’s lap, kicking wildly at her as she barked out for him to sit still. The countess's hand remained on the handle of the door as she shut it behind herself, her tired eyes never leaving the scene before her as the door locked with a barely audible click .

Almost immediately, the duo looked up at her, each of their faces a differing shade of red.  

“ Countess! ” They shouted nearly in unison. Valerius’s struggle renewed in Portia’s lap; he was practically clawing at the floor to get away from her. Nadia only nodded her head in a silent greeting, her hands folded behind her back as she stepped forward, poised as ever. 

“Good afternoon, Portia,” Nadia spoke as if all was normal—and perhaps it was normal. Or maybe she just accepted she was abnormal. “What is going on here?”

“ Nadia! H ow can you just stand there and allow this woman to—”

“You will speak when addressed, consul. Thank you." Nadia waved Valerius away with ease, raising her hand to quiet him. Remarkably he listened, visibly deflating in Portia’s lap. She glared down at him before looking back up to Nadia.

“He is impossible , Dia!” Portia lamented before hooking her leg over Valerius’s. “He’s been so rude to the servants the entire morning and then had the nerve to catch an attitude with me too!”

“Is that true, Valerius?”

“Are you really going to take the word of a handmaiden over mine?”

“I suppose it is.” Nadia shook her head, ignoring Valerius’s cry of disbelief. “Where is Donatello? Normally matters of discipline go to them.”

“They’re on a holiday with Asra.”

“Of course, of course, that would be the only explanation.” Valerius was always on his best behavior when Donna was close by; normally the shame associated with misbehaving would at least make him think twice before mouthing someone off. Old habits died hard, and Valerius’s piss-poor attitude was resilient. 

Seeing no other option, Nadia plopped down on the sofa in front of the two. Valerius gawked at her, both indignant and frightened and excited all the same. Portia placed her hands on the small of his back, those blue eyes sparkling as Nadia regarded her. 

“There’s no helping it then. I know Donna would entrust you with this responsibility, and I will standby should you need to make any adjustments.”

“ Excuse me—?”

“You may proceed, Portia.” 

“Thank you, ma’am!” 

Valerius let out a final, rather pathetic-sounding whine before Portia was back on him. He groaned as she patted his still-covered bottom, his entire face on fire from the humiliation of it all. Not only to be caught in such a position but to know he deserved it was almost too much to bear. Nadia’s eyes were glued to him; he caught the smallest glimpses of her bemusement at the situation, and it made his chest tighten. 

“This is for telling me to, and I quote, shut up,” Portia explained before landing a heavy slap to the seat of his ass. Valerius gasped, back arching. “This is for spilling your drink and blaming someone else.” Another thuddy hit; she was really putting her whole body into them. Even through the thin fabric of his pants, Valerius could already feel a dull sting forming. He gritted his teeth, stopping himself from making another unsightly sound. “ This is for implying a servant was daft for not bringing you the ‘right’ wine—which isn’t even their fault since they do not procure it .” Valerius hissed as Portia landed a clean blow to his left cheek, harder than the last. “ This is for wasting my time to try and tattle about all of this—“

“Is it not your role to oversee the damn help?” 

Nadia winced at the loud clap against his right cheek. Valerius lurched forward, his teeth gnashed together and forehead growing moist. He groaned as Portia began to peel off his pants, tsking and shaking her head as she did so. 

“Can you believe this, ma’am?”

“Oh, it’s sad, but I can,” Nadia answered gravely. “I fear he cannot help it.”

“Oh, you can both go to hell— ow-ie! ” Valerius shrieked as Portia’s open palm collided with his bare ass. Pain blossomed across his skin; he felt gooseflesh rising across his butt, his voice catching in his throat.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t just hear that,” Portia hissed, digging her nails into Valerius’s cheeks. He whined, kicking his feet at the pain. “You’re in enough trouble as is.”

“He’s acting out for attention at this point,” Nadia commented, crossing her arms. “I say let him have it.”

[kitwilsonsass]

i'm still mad about that haircut

it literally enrages me when i see constant comics online of 'asked for this ~mans cut~ and they gave me a bob and now i'm scared to go to a hairdresser'

and i ALWAYS reblog them and i ALWAYS go on a rant in the tags

and i understand if you are fresh out of school, shitting your pants at even a standard pixie cut let alone anything else. i get it. they teach you 3 textbook haircuts and then tell you what a clipper cut is. and your brain doesn't know yet how to piece the two together, because you learned the bare minimum to pass state exams. I GET THAT.

but unless you're a 60 year old stylist who has never bothered to learn anything new about ANYTHING HAPPENING IN THE WORLD

there is no reason why someone my age, who has been doing hair for close to a decade supposedly, living in the modern fucking time, in an area that is absolutely diverse, should be shitting themselves doing a short haircut on a female presenting individual.

and they certainly should not be telling them it will 'look bad' without at least offering any alternatives to the point it MAKES THEM CRY.

when they! already! had short hair! to! begin! with!

it's not your head!! it doesn't matter what your tastes are!!!

you don't fucking sit someone down and immediately shit bricks and ask another stylist if they want to do it instead (????), and just refuse to do anything even remotely similar to what they ask, and then fuck them up, and berate them the whole cut with a fake upbeat voice.

that's someone's fucking identity! the world is shit enough without someone hating looking in the mirror and getting anxiety thinking about getting a fucking basic ass haircut!!

and if you GENUINELY think something will look 'bad' on someone, if they're totally changing up their entire style, you fuckin! offer! the! alternatives! you say hey, this might not suit your hair texture, but we could try this similar thing instead! you say hey! this might suit your face shape/glasses/cowlicks/whatever the fuck better! but we can still make it short and style it kinda similar!

YOU DONT SAY "YOULL LOOK BAD WITH SHORT HAIR IM NOT GONNA DO THAT" AND THEN GIVE THEM A CROOKED UNDERCUT BOWL CUT. OR A BOB. OR A PIXIE WHEN THEY WANT A SPIKE. JUST FUCKING GIVE THEM THE CUT THEY WANT! JUST GIVE THEM THE FUCKING HAIRCUT!!! ITS THEIR FUCKING HEAD!!! THEIRS!!!! STOP!!!

ITS FUCKIN 2024. JUST CUT THEIR FUCKING HAIR OFF.

[sheynchankawaiiuwu]

KDJ x M!OC[platonic oneshot]

Dokja was 11 years old now. The funeral for his father was ongoing.

His mother, arrested for the murder of said father. Dokja cried continously that his eyes became puffy. Adults and children alike that came to the funeral to say their condolences but didn't approach the crying boy.

'You don't have to approach me, it's okay. It's normal to be sad at a funeral.' His face is full of snot and tears - he looks like a complete mess. 'I'm not special or anything. It's fine if you don't come over to talk to me.' He stands alone, no one approaches him. He is completely invisible to everyone in the room. Not a single soul acknowledges that he exists, as he is alone - sitting by himself, his heart heavy, his eyes reddened from tears. He is just an insignificant speck.

Then, an unknown man took Dokja into his arms, hugging him, in an attempt to comfort the child. Dokja didn't know who the man was, but he held the man and cried in his embrace. Dokja continued to cry even after the funeral ended, unable to calm down. He cried himself to sleep, only to wake up in the middle of the night.

'I want to be with Mama... I want her to hug me, like I hugged that man...' He felt miserable and sad in the darkness, as he missed the warmth of another person. The coldness of his room made the lack of his mom's comforting presence all the more apparent.

The following day, a knock, alongside multiple voices, came from Dokja's door. He opens the door to find the man from the day before. Now that he wasn't crying, he took a good look at the man's features.

The man had shiny blonde hair, into an undercut and a man bun, with multiple colors dyed into the tips of his hair. His eyes looked to be made of magic, as his long lashes highlighted his eyes.

The man also had a cresent moon tattoo on his left cheek and two piercings each on his ears and his bottom lip, of which he used to smile warmly at Dokja. Dokja was so distracted that he forgot to ask why the man came to his home.

"Um, hello again..." Dokja says awkwardly, uncertain how to act in this situation. ... "Why are you here?" A new voice answered him, this time, from a lady beside the man from before. "Hello Kim Dokja. From now on, this man will be your foster parent until you come of age." The lady pats Dokja's back to usher him to approach the smiling man.

'Foster parent...?' Dokja looks confused and surprised by the news, his expression doesn't show what he really feels; he goes towards the man uncertainly, but also relieved that he now has some kind of "family", even if they are nothing more than strangers.

The smiling man kneels in front of Dokja. "Hello there.. I'm Cileste Lunear.. I'm a good friend of your mother's, so she handed you in my care." The smiling man said, brushing Dokja's hair. 'Cileste Lunear...?' Dokja seems puzzled by his strange, foreign mame, but he doesn't say anything else; he lets the man comb his hair, trying not to give any reaction, as he is not sure how to behave in this situation; he is relieved that he will now have a "family", even if it is only temporary, or if he doesn't know them well.

"Now that you're my son, you can call me Papa or Father! And your new name will be Kim-Lunear Dokja. You can get rid of it if you want to once you become an adult, but I'll promise to take good care of you." 'P-papa...? Father...?' Dokja's expression shows surprise, shock and sadness, as he is confused and doesn't know how to respond to all this sudden change; he feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, and he lets his emotions overflow, as tears well up in his eyes. He hugs his new father tightly, as he finally finds someone he can be vulnerable with, and starts to sob into his shoulder. Cileste lifts Dokja and hugs him, patting his back for comfort. He didn't attempt to hush Dokja to submission like other adults. He let him cry to his heart's content. And he did just that. He let Dokja cry until he fell asleep, hugging and clutching Cileste's clothes. Dokja slept soundly during the entire night, as if for the first time in ages; everything that troubled his mind before vanished. He felt safe and calm for the first time in his life, no longer needing to worry about the world all alone; Cileste made everything better.

From that night on, Dokja's life changed drastically; he was able to receive the love, care and attention, that he had been lacking his entire life. He was finally able to understand what "family" really meant. As the days and months go by, Dokja became comfortable to calling Cileste Papa, and Cileste fits the paternal role perfectly. The two occasionally visits Dokja's mother, and with the mediation of Cileste, the negative feelings between them mostly disappeared.

Dokja quickly starts to adjust to his new life, happy to finally have a family who cares about him. He loves his new father, Cileste, dearly, and does his best to make him proud. He also visits his mother, and although the relationship between them is still awkward at times, it no longer causes the same level of tension and animosity that it used to. Overall, Dokja is happy, content and fulfilled to finally be part of a family, even if he still has some issues to resolve, and some trauma to overcome from his past.

Years go by and Dokja is now in high school. After being adopted by Cileste, he learned that he was really rich, so Dokja was enrolled in a private academy. Dokja's smarts also played a role in the immediate acceptance of the academy. As for Cileste, many people assumed that Dokja and him were friends or brothers due to how young he looked, so he grew a beard for people to know that he's Dokja's father.

Dokja grew up to be a smart, kind and friendly student, much more outgoing and well-liked around the classroom than he used to be; he became popular and gained a lot of new friends and peers, as he is no longer the awkward loner that he used to be, but rather a well-rounded individual, full of potential. Cileste still takes good care of Dokja, making sure to give him all the love and support he needs; he is a kind, fair and loving father, that will always protect Dokja, no matter what.

One day, on his 13th birthday, Cileste randomly recommended Dokja to read a novel that he found on the internet, and thought that Dokja would like it. The novel was titled 'Three Ways to Survive the Apocalypse'. Dokja fell in love with the novel.

"Wow! What an amazing novel!" Dokja says excitedly, as he talks about how much he enjoyed the book. The main character is really smart and brave, and I love how the story is full of twists and turns, yet it still manages to come together in the end in such a satisfying way. Dokja talks about the story and his favorite characters with great enthusiasm; he is clearly passionate about the novel and its characters, and he is just so excited and engaged in the conversation that he seems to forget about the world around him. As Dokja fell in love further with the novel, he shared his passion with his foster father, and on occasion, his mother. His eyes sparkle at the mention of TWSA and can go on a rant on how amazing it is for so long.

Dokja's energy and enthusiasm is infectious; he makes everyone around him feel good, and his passion for TWSA and his admiration for the protagonist is so strong that everyone feels compelled to listen to him. Cileste, in particular, is delighted to see Dokja so engaged and passionate; he loves to hear his son talk about TWSA, and he always listens with interest, and with a wide smile on his face. Dokja is not only a good student, but he is also a great son, and he makes his family incredibly proud.

More years go by and Dokja graduated at the top of his class. This event made Cileste cry tears of joy. He made sure to take pictures of Dokja to give to show to his mother when they visit. Dokja's graduation marks a major milestone in his life, and he is extremely happy and proud of his accomplishments; his relationship with his mother and father is strong, and their love and support for him is unwavering. He is ready to start a new chapter in his life, and he looks forward to the future with excitement and optimism, knowing that he will always be supported by his family.

Dokja finds a job as to not rely on Cileste's money too much but still lives with him for the sake of familial comfort He talks about his days at work and how he befriened a girl co-worker named Yoo Sangah.

Dokja has grown up to be a compassionate, kind and intelligent young man, with a warm and friendly personality; he is always willing to help others, and he is also quite popular with the people around him. He has made a lot of new friends, like Yoo Sangah, who he gets along with very well; they often hang out together after work, and they share a lot of similarities and interests.

Dokja is happy and fulfilled with his life, and he is grateful for all the people and opportunities he has been given. One day, as Sangah and Dokja commute in a train, Dokja receives the final chapter of TWSA, at time 18:58.

"OH MY GOD! I can't believe it, the novel is ending already - I've been following it for years, and now... I don't know what to do with myself!" Dokja is full of energy and enthusiasm, as he talks about the final chapter in front of Sangah, who listens patiently and with interest. Dokja also talks about his favorite characters in the final chapter, and the events that take place; he talks with such passion and interest that Sangah can't help but smile and feel happy for him, as it's clear how much the novel means to Dokja.

18:59 "OH! THE END?! THAT WAS SO EPIC! What an amazing ending to an already amazing novel! I'm so glad I stuck with it till the end!" Dokja is now overflowing with energy and excitement, as he jumps up and down im his seat, and he starts praising and talking about the novel like crazy; he sounds like a small child that just received a big present, as he is just so excited and happy. Sangah can't help but laugh at Dokja's extreme reaction, as she has never seen him like this before; it's clear the novel is very special to him.

19:00. The train shook violently. People swayed and nearly injured. Many thought it was just a misfortunate earthquake but Dokja subconsiously remembered the first chapter of TWSA. It started in train cabin 3707. Dokja was in 3807. He prayed silently that Cileste was safe at home as Sangah held onto Dokja for safety.

"Oh my God..." Dokja utters under breath, his face turning pale with fear and anxiety. "What is happening!?" Dokja lets Sangah hold on even tighter, as he tries to calm himself down, but he can't keep his nerves in check, and he starts panicking. "Are we going to be okay?! Please tell me that everything will be okay!" Sangah panics beside him. His thoughts run wild in his head, as he worries for himself, Sangah and Cileste; his voice is filled with desperation and fear.

"What just happened? Why did the train shake like that?" Dokja looks confused, and it takes a moment for him to piece everything together; it quickly becomes clear that it is a very serious situation. "Oh no..." Dokja grabs on to Sangah tightly, as he realizes just how dangerous the situation is; he is scared and nervous, but he tries to stay calm and think of a way that he and Sangah can get through this situation and survive.

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Lmao this was the story I made with character ai of KDJ💀 I had to edit so many lines so it looks passable

[maximura]

san in waist coat is the best thing my eyes have seen in a long time in terms of his overall manly looks ... jfc hes so hot and honestly he gives peaky blinders vibes with the tie and if he wears long coat and bakerboy cap it would seal the whole look.

sorry bangchan (who also would be my type) but theres smth different abt san its also like hes got that old school old soul vibe with the black and white photos. brb crying myself to sleep bc i could never find anyone else like san.

OMG. Choi San Tommy Shelby AU? Yes. With the undercut. With the "No Fucking Fighting!" speech. Yes, good. I would die.

He's very vintage. You could put him in period drama and it would work. Some people have faces that are too modern but he would work in any era.

[sketchyelvenasss]

Their Son: Rhys

Read on ao3 or undercut v v v

With Veilguard coming I know for sure now one play through I wanna do with Lyvius and Dorian’s son. So here is kinda his origin story.

It hadn’t happened exactly as he had planned it. The inquisition was disbanded, his title of inquisitor gone. Now he was just an elf. Just the elven lover at Magister Pavus' side. It wasn’t as smooth or easy as he’d hoped, but in the end this is what Lyvius wanted. He was happy.

Of course Dorian was a little annoyed that Lyvius had come to Tevinter. More so at the recklessness when his love chose to chase after his caravan in the middle of night, while his body hadn’t fully recovered from the loss of its arm. He also hated the rumors that manifested almost immediately when he took his seat as magistrate.

Lyvius didn’t care about the rumors. Let the people talk. Being Inquisitor had taught him that among so much else. Dorian had been on the nose once, these people are just dogs that would never care to learn what true love means.

Days when they could have time together, alone were precious to both of them. They were walking along aged backstreets with hands interlocked. Buildings as old as ancient ruins standing proud, and Dorian knew a little about every one.Lyvius was content to listen and learn. He could spend forever like this.

The sweet date-like mood was interrupted by a shrill cry coming from a darkened alley up ahead. There was a glance of understanding between the two before they ran to the entrance. In the dim light two men were exiting a building. One nervous and jittery like it was his first time taking point, the other pulled a crying elf boy by the wrist.

“I swear!” The man growled and pulled the kid up by the collar of his shirt. “If you don't shut your fucking mouth I'm going to-”

The slaver didn't finish his sentence. He released his grip as lightning shot through him. The instant his friend's body hit the ground the nervous guard took off without looking back. The child ran from the scene as well, into the house. When Lyvius and Dorian came to the door their hearts sunk. The boy knelt, crying over the body of an elderly woman.

"She was my Nan..." He cried quietly, more to himself than Lyvius who had walked up to him.

The boy was even younger than he looked from far away, he was seven or eight at most. The tip of his left ear was missing, almost covered by a mess of long blonde hair that really needed a wash. His button nose was covered in grime and snot, his mismatched blue and green eyes had tears falling freely from them.

Lyvius knelt beside him. "I'm sorry... We didn't come fast enough.”

The boy wiped his tears smearing the dirt on his wrist and face. "No. You saved me, without you I would have ended up the same or worse." He looked at Lyvius. "But I don't have anywhere to go...."

“You can come live with us.” Lyvius didn't even look to Dorian for approval. He didn't have to. He would worry about rumors, but he wouldn't leave this child to fend for himself. Lyvius stood and held out a hand. “Would you like that?”

The kid stared in disbelief. Lyvius could also see the mistrust in his eye and he didn’t blame him. It was almost engraved in eleven nature.

“I’m Lyvius, and this is my husband Dorian. We will keep you safe. I promise.”

“Rhys…what about Nan?” He asked, holding back more tears. “I can't just leave her… her b-body…”

“I can have her buried somewhere that you could visit anytime you want.” Dorian said.

Rhys hesitated a moment longer before he took Lyvius’ hand. It took some time, but Rhys eventually got used to living with them. He began to enjoy his life more and was extremely grateful to them. And although he never really called them by any parental term, he did consider them as his found family.

[arminsumi]

Merry Christmas, Jay! I hope you are spending this Christmas well! I am back to my hometown lately and it makes me think how Eren, Mikasa, Armin and Historia could react to their cush coming to their hometown for Christmas while they are studying aboard hehe. And them noticing how much their crush change, grow their hair long and change their style to more elegant. And sorry for my english, I am doing my best but it's not my first language!

Thank you darling!! It's been a good but sleepy Christmas for me (¯▿¯)

Anyways, this is such a sweet request, I really adore the idea!

Home again

Fluff hcs / Tori + Mika + Eren + Armin

Content; fluff, pre-est friendships

Armin

Armin hops around his grandfather's house to set up cheesy 'welcome home Y/n!' decorations. He definitely arrives too early at the station!

When the train turns the curve and comes into view, his heart is palpitating madly. He has to brush his fingers across his undercut to soothe his nerves.

He blushes up to his ears when he gets to hug you. Hearing your voice makes him giddy, and you notice that his voice gets squeaky.

"It's so good to see you again..." He mumbles, then engulfs you in a cutely shaky hug.

He's so hyper and excited that you can feel his energy buzzing around you while you head back to his grandfather's house, where he's offered for you to stay for these holidays. If only you knew just how his heart flutters when you smile.

Eren

Eren stands on the platform looking entranced when he sees you exit the train. His heart has throbs in your presence, and he's rendered silent; usually he's the loudest mouth of the friend group, so it makes his friends giggle to see the effect you have on him, even after all this time.

"I guess we both decided to grow our hair out..." He flicks your hair behind your shoulder. He's too shy to tell you how pretty he thinks you are.

He's missed your smile more than he will ever admit.

Mika

Starts crying at the station, squeezes you so tight that she brings up that old inside joke you made as kids, 'the Ackerman hug' that crushes your bones.

Laughs with you about how you and her did the opposite; you grew out your hair, meanwhile she cut hers extremely short.

She's got that endearing shy smile around you.

The two of you go to the cafe where you first met so many years ago, and she's excited to hear about everything you've been studying and experiencing abroad.

She gets a twang of silly jealousy when she hears about the friends you made overseas.

Oh, and she may or may not accidentally blurt out about how she's had a crush on you for years.

Tori

Her whole face brightens when she sees you for the first time, and when she hears your voice, well then the floodgates open.

She's a positively sobbing mess, babbling about how much she's missed you, and how you look so absolutely gorgeous and elegant.

Wants to braid your hair when you get home to her dorm, where she offered for you to stay for the holidays since her roommate is out of town.

She set up a fort just for the two of you :( <3 It's got the old fairy lights that you sent her from school last Christmas.

Tori stays up 'till dawn talking with you because there's so much to catch up on. It's just like the old days, when you two couldn't shut up around each other, hyper words falling off your lips at light speeds.

It's difficult to rival her level of excitedness, though! Her eyes are literally blazing with it.

Finally exhausted, you fall asleep on her shoulder, while she lays there wide awake. She can feel her heart beat in her fingertips with the melody of affection.

Hey lovelies! Sorry if the writing is a bit wonky, I'm awfully sleepy today. Hehe, but I will proofread it soon. Stay well!

[horror-beeings-artandwriting]

Big post explaining everything including hiatus stuff,

TW: Mention of depression, suicidal thoughts, parent death, and just trauma dumping so uh yeah

First and foremost I am not going on hiatus On this blog, However @ask-malachite-rot-crkau is on hiatus until further notice, due to mental health stuff and also story stuff I’m still figuring out!

Next why am I going on hiatus. I’m gonna put this under an undercut due to some people on my blog not wanting to see my dumb mental health junk. So uh yeah TW STARTS HERE!!

As I said in an earlier post, my mother pasted away recently, now my mother was not in good health for the last 10 years of my life, I was one of her main caregivers along side my father (my grandparents even though they could help never offered)

I was 7 when my life started going to hell, my mother fell and got an infection in her knee. and due to the state I live in, when my mom was in the hospital for almost a month she had going septic, gotten allergic reactions the doctors were shit. I was never able to see her due to my age. and when I did, her leg was…open. I still remember how her muscles looked.

I closed myself off, kept getting called brave for dealing with her being sick. She became disabled, she couldn’t walk at all. And the doctors never got her into the proper physical therapy. So she never truly recovered. Then another thing happened, she lost her right due to another accident

I started at 7 years old thinking it would be better to not wake up. But I never said anything, fast forward a couple years my mom has to go on dialysis due to the medication that she was given that when she went septic caused her to get a really damaged kidney and hearts, and she already had diabetes. It wasn’t helping.

In April 6th of this year I woke up went to the front room, complaining about school to my father, my mother in her and my fathers bedroom, we walked in to go check on her because she wasn’t answering and saw her passed out.

An hour later she was dead. I watched my mother die.

The paramedics didn’t even cover her body, so I saw her hand poking out from under the sheet.

That day I lost everything.

I started thinking about killing myself every day how it would be better to rot away and die. I hated being alive but the only reason I didn’t do anything was because I thought my dad already lost the love of his life the woman he was married to for 24 years. I will not put him through another loss.

So I kept it together. I didn’t speak I didn’t cry. I was a soild wall, I watched my grandma my mom’s mother go through loosing her daughter.

Right before her funeral I lost it, I told my dad I wanted to kill myself. He immediately got me on anti depressants. And I’m doing better now.

Thanks to my best friend and brother @hunterwritesstuff and my family.

I am okay. I just I know some people wanna know sorry if this is to descriptive I just yeah…

[afarcryfrommymain]

Far Cry OC Tournament Round 1A: Diana Baker v Dean Sinclaire

About and voting undercut!

Diana Baker (@shallow-gravy)

About: Emotionally stunted, nihilistic 30-year-old bisexual with a guilt complex. Can’t be trusted to make good decisions. Shouldn’t have ever been allowed to be a cop. Sarcastic, impulsive and aloof, does not like it when people Know Her. Steals drugs from evidence lock-up and deep down feels the only thing she deserves is punishment but doesn’t know how to lay down and die quietly; hence her attraction to John Seed. She’s damn good with a gun though.

Does your OC have anything to share?: “Nobody backs me into a corner. I will fight and I’ll fight fucking dirty.”

Anything else we should know?: Pros: impulsivity means anything can be used as a weapon, but feels most comfortable with a firearm. Scrappy in a fight since she spent part of her youth on the streets / in a juvenile detention center. Comes across as “funny” and “cool” on a superficial level. Cons: not to be trusted as a friend or confidante because of poor decision-making skills; has a difficult time establishing close bonds, is just as likely to sleep with your boyfriend/girlfriend if the opportunity arises as she is to beat the shit out of them for cheating on you. Scrawny frame means people often underestimate her but watch out.

Dean Sinclaire (@derelictheretic)

About: Dean Sinclaire is a Junior Deputy and he's a himbo adjacent golden retriever boy, he just wants to help people and maybe convince himself all hope isn't lost for the world. He never liked cop's and wouldn't go flaunting his occupation but he likes to think he's making a difference and keeping his department in line, especially when he arrests Joseph Seed despite Sheriff Whitehorses discouragement. Yeah maybe he brought on the apocalypse but at least he wasn't being negligent! Outside of work he likes creative arts and doing things with his hands, he picks up new hobbies every other month but consistently enjoys drawing, hiking and being bad at journaling. He's besties with Sharky, Hurk and the Ryes and is constantly partaking in shenanigans with his boys. Dean also used to cage fight so he's no stranger to a showdown with all types of opponents, once he steps into the pit it's game on and he won't stop until he or his opponent goes down! He can take a lot of hits and is good at making his opponent exert themself so he can go full in at the halfway mark and take em down.

Does your OC have anything to share?: "I'm honestly just hoping no one breaks my nose, I'd hate to look like my old man at the end of this. It's been a while since i've done a proper fight so here's hoping all that muscles memory kicks in, if anything i'll tire 'em out for sure."

Anything else we should know?: The boy is very hesitant to even playfight with friends or family so if he goes up against another deputy he might be screwed because he won't wanna hurt them even in a low stakes setting!