#i should've reblogged this on halloween

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Sigh.. We all should've have chosen both wally and conner...i can't imagine the faces of batfam

how to be a heartbreaker! (again &. again concept)

ft. yandere! wally west, starfire, roy harper, artemis, conner kent, bart allen x gn! neglected! reader w/ platonic yandere! batfam.

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tw: age gaps but there isn't nsfw (except for conner) and the reader is described to be older than 20 in this concept and was far ignored longer than in the og story.

a/n: happy (late) halloween! 🎃 i'm praying to the gods, please don't let this post flop, i'm in my flop era fr! because i am not writing allat for it to get ignored 💔 (just kidding i love u guys, especially to all those who comment! i read all your comments even if i'm unable to reply at times). if you guys are wondering why i didn't include all the characters, it's because this is just a drabble and if anyone likes more concepts about this, please send in asks! anyways, enjoy this sweet harem au hehe.

anon, you are so right. but let me raise you this: getting together with all your siblings' teammates. i'm not just saying wally and conner, no! i'm saying the young justice, the teen titans, all their friends and old pals— the moment you come of age, hide under the radar for a few years and eventually meet them at random. you'd be giving dick, hell, even bruce, your father, mind you, a run for his money when it comes to a player reputation amongst the siblings, and the best part (or worst part for you once it's too late...) of it all is the fact that you don't even have to keep all your little relationships with them a secret when they never once bat an eye on you until recently.

the funny thing is: you didn't even have to try to attract them. it was all them approaching you at random days and getting to know you better, with you, at your lowest point, accepting any medium of attention. at first it was them feeling pity, perceptive to how your siblings chose to focus on them rather than you, but now it's them chasing after you because you're so interesting in every aspect; even if you find yourself average at best compared to your talented siblings.

maybe it's because you bring the normal out in them, or because you display such raw emotions and are an entirely separate being from vigilantism. either way, they find themselves thinking about you more often than their missions and that's harrowing.

and because you're such a pathetic, wet cat, so desperate for love; all the people you hit on develop a savior complex because of you. i don't just mean them finding you cute, or interesting, absolutely not. i mean you're constantly being thrown around like a prince or princess who needs a knight in shining armor to catch them when they fall, except you're constantly being carried in some other's arms even when you can stand on your own two feet.

you just have that special quality in you that makes everyone fall head over heels. it makes them fantasize scenarios of a home life with you; they could provide better than your current ones do, for sure. you'd be spoiled to death with kisses to your face, hands wrapped around your body, and a guarantee that you'll never feel alone or unsafe in a world full of danger that lurks around the corner.

that same quality may have also been your downfall.

wally west doesn't mind training all day to become stronger and faster to save you from every danger that lingers near your presence. hell, he doesn't complain anymore whenever dick assigns him some missions if that means he can pass by your room by the manor as an after-mission reward, loving it when you smile at him with the gentlest quip of your mouth as he hastily wraps you in his arms with the same amount of speed it took to run to your house. wally cherishes watching you in slow-time because he could worship every little part of his darling's expression, quelling the boredom he had for the entire day. he wants to be fast enough for his babe, not only just to impress them but because he wants them to see him as the only reliable individual capable enough of protecting and flirting with you. not everyone can measure up to his speed, no? nobody could keep up with this man's speed and he's known for taking you away whenever you're with someone else just to get a sliver of your time.

starfire's emotions become ablaze and so does her powers every time she notices one of your other sweethearts becoming too touchy with you, unable to comprehend why you're not even in a relationship with her yet. but you're too sweet and you bury yourself in her curly tresses to calm her down. at first that's enough! she doesn't understand the concept of physical affection and the boundaries that come with it as much as others but boy does she crave it when it comes to you. it doesn't help the fact that you're incapable of sometimes denying her affections and letting yourself be constantly kissed by the girl in every part of your face. she's very warm, though, and her curiosity about things foreign to her, paired with you teaching her more about your world, makes starfire adore her sweetheart's willingness and patience; it simply warrants another passionate kiss in the mouth from the pink-haired alien.

roy harper brings out a more rebellious side of you that you never imagine yourself sporting. his experiences in life and his rebellious relationship towards oliver queen, his adoptive father shapes him to who he is now; and he'd be damned if you drown yourself in endless misery like he did. yeah, it doesn't help that lian loves you as much as he does and he thinks you're the perfect match for him, watching you play with his little girl and care for him whenever he's injured does wonders for the fantasies that plays itself in his head, all scenarios of coming home to you after a hard day of work, just to see you and lian greet him the moment he enters your shared house with him, kissing him in the lips, telling him about the wonderfully prepared dinner you and lian whipped up for him, and watching your eyes widen at another bouquet of your favorite flowers he bought home for you. you're not in a relationship with him at all but can't a man just dream?

why dick wonders every damn time one of his friends ditch another one of their hangouts is a question never to be answered. but it's been noticeable these days that he's starting to suspect something wrong at play, especially since he's noticed tension within his comrades, and as a leader he couldn't just simply ignore the tense glares, insults to their being, and the hushed whispers; all pet names, a mantra they're used to calling you.

but dick doesn't take it seriously until it's too late.

that his baby bird long fell off the nest years ago, taken into the arms of whom he thought to be his most trusted comrades, thoroughly loved more than he could've given you. and it's not just one person smitten with you; it's an entire harem of people unwilling to share you just as much as dick who'd soon realize that he shares far more similarities with you; a heartbreaker, yet a caretaker at heart.

it's no wonder why everybody wants you for themselves. it's not only your family who loves to hear your precious laughs and gentle hands; that sets the jealousy ablaze in his heart.

jason never thought that artemis carried a softer version of her. but he's been picking up telltale signs of her donning dangling keychains, all cute doodles of her no doubt, and necklaces he's sure he's seen around the manor at times. it's not her typical style, and she never really found the appeal with cute things like crochet plushies of her; yet the designs are oddly reminiscent to someone he always called his angel. but whenever he tries to bring the topic up, he only receives a snarky reply, a protective hold on her things, and a familiar phrase telling him to mind his business. he isn't aware of how she met you one time after you've nearly been crushed to death by a car accelerating at you, if not for her taking the blunt end of the hit. ever since that day you've been seeing her regularly by alleyways watching over you as your guardian and giving her tokens of appreciation, albeit small, that she keeps as her prized properties; ones nobody has special access to touch. she's not much of a heckler for physical touch, but she occasionally gives you a head scratches and the rare peck to your lips.

jason doesn't like how jealous he is towards her, because of how the would-be stranger treats her and why he can't seem to pinpoint the primal urge to rip those little trinkets from her. sometimes he feels like a man possessed, eyeing the keychains and the random pastel bracelets longer, all warranting the same angered glare artemis reciprocates.

he swore he's seen them before, splayed across the random rooms in the manor, some even being in the library; things he loved to fiddle with whenever he was bored out of his mind. so seeing them being proudly displayed by artemis triggers visceral reactions within him.

but could jason do anything about it when he's part of the reason why your roster consists of your family's comrades? no.

if you couldn't get attention from your family, you'll just have to get it through their affiliations. yeah, some are older than you, but god are you treated like divinity with just how willing they are to kneel upon your feet just to gain a crumb of your attention. even the strongest lay weak whenever you look at them with disappointment or sadness with your wide, captivating eyes.

all the times tim drake would be with teammates, he'd notice how their eyes look at him expectantly, as if waiting for another one to accompany them. at first he ignores it, but the longer their strange behavior persists, he begins opening a case about his close friends.

he soon realizes that conner has a record of mentioning "his cute little darling," and how he'd brag to his other friends about how left his jacket and all his favorite t-shirts in your room and how you're always drowning in his scent— always quiping about just how much it smells like you and how he enjoys wearing all his clothes right after you wear them just to get a whiff of your presence in his life; you being his motivation to fight against crime just so he could see your pretty face and tell him you're proud of him. undeniably, he's the one who spends the longest time with you and he's prideful about it, being the only man with the privilege to touch every part of your skin, wishing to melt against you just so he'd be branded in your body like how your name is the only sweet thing he can taste in his mouth.

it's not only conner, but bart allen would bounce around more often demanding that it's unfair how conner gets everything and how he gets little time with you, with just how often you get thrown around by all your love interests! he'd admit just how cute he finds you whenever you coo about him and play with his messy locks of hair whenever it's his time of the week to visit you right after missions. spending time with him is arguably the most casual part of your life, because he loves to help you with your daily errands despite him complaining about the same tasks to his other teammates... he says it's because you stimulate every part of his brain to find satisfaction in every small action that you do, but it's not only that, rather, he wishes to gain all your praises that you sing for him, never finding boredom in your presence at all.

tim's the first one who pieces the jigsaw puzzle together, but he's thoroughly astounded either way at just how smitten they are with you. it makes him open an entirely different case that's just about you; where he discovers how you're connected with nearly everyone close to him and his siblings.

it makes him wonder what makes you all the more interesting. it's how exactly he spirals into a periodic cluster of events investigating your entire life and drowning himself in work, terabytes of files each analyzed carefully— all about you, your past, and present situation. tim drake never saw a person this admired that much, so much so that online stalking lead to physical stalking.

all your dm's are spammed by countless people, and you don't even take the initiative to reply because you'd be too busy being tossed around by the time the vigilante tracks your location. it's honestly amusing at first but the longer tim become a third perspective to your life, the more he craves your physical presence, just to get a taste of dissecting all the thoughts in your brain. but with just how often their friends fight over you, it'd be hard to rip you away from the clawing hands of all your admirers.

that's why he sets a plan into motion. if he couldn't have you to himself, then he could at least share you with the closest people he had in his life— not with all the strangers who think they know his younger sibling better than he does.

a simple document, many actually, so documents, were all he needed, with printed stacks of a4 paper compiling each and every known fact about you.

all in the name of love, he'd give it out to every member of the family in quick succession.

a hefty reminder to take back what once was theirs.

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PT 2 OF THAT HALLOWEEN COSTUME THINGY!!!

I never thought I'd get this done!

Ok so:

Sun Wukong as Turnip Head (and also secret prince from Howl's moving castle)

Six eared macaque as Fujimoto (aka Ponyo's dad and the guardian of sea life from Ponyo)

Sandy as Totoro (My neighbour Totoro)

Pigsy as Porco Rosso (formerly known as Marco Pagot, from Porco Rosso)

And Tang as Shizuku (Whisper of the heart)

(Also bonus one of Sandy's cats as the cat bus)

Ok um reasons for choosing these?....um....

Sandy would totally wear a Totoro onsie and would be delighted to have one of his cats join in the fun (Mo is with Bai He at the moment)

Pigsy is pig. He used to have mustache. Porco is pig. He too, has mustache. I have no other explanation.

Tang is scholar, and a nerd so matching him up with sweet author Shizuku seemed like a good choice (also it's fun to put Tang in a frilly dress)

I saw this one design as Mac as Fujimoto and I just fell in love. But I had to use the tacky red-white pajamas which really isn't Mac's style so I hide with poncho-cloak thingy.

Wukong could use the staff as Turnip head's stick and he could use the makeup from the lantern city ep.

I JUST REALISED THIS IS MY FIRST TIME DRAWING SANDY OML

He is an underrated gentle giant and he deserved all those stars and frankly deserves more love.

Also more freenoodles content pls, they r freaking adorable I should probably draw them more. I can imagine Tang is ranting about the movie or Jttw or something and Pigsy will just listen

Perhaps I should've picked another movie but I just really wanted to draw Wukong squatting on the staff like the gremlin he is and Turnip head was the perfect candidate

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.·:*¨༺    a little death.    ♱   chad meeks-martin   ༻¨*:·.

SUMMARY: in which you have a pretty intense night terror alternatively, in which you, a friend of the core four, is stuck at a slumber party, where Chad comforts you after having a nightmare

SHIP: afab!reader x chad meeks-martin WARNINGS: explicit content (minors stay out), unprotected p n v, praise kink, sub!reader, soft dom!chad, choking/gagging, reader jealous as fuck towards Tara, ethan/chad rivalry?? for your attention, "i kIsS tHe sCaRs On hEr SkIn!1!1!!1! XD" type shit, chad is coochie drunk (and a heavy dirty talker), random storytelling/porn with a plot. fluff if you squint. TW FOR: mentions of murder, character death, grief, recovery/healing, ptsd related topics, body image.

WORD COUNT: 6.1K

SONG: a little death by the neighbourhood.

A/N: hello hotties!! i told myself "this is going to be a short one it's pretty to-the-point" but then i forgot who the fuck i was and realized i don't know chill and wrote 6K words of this. typical me behavior. this is for my shawties you love some emotional intimacy <3 chad is the actual loml, i'm shocked i'm writing for him now when i should've done this more last year lol REBLOGS, NOTES, AND COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED !!    

.·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.

you woke up to your scream. 

It was Halloween weekend, and the news had just broke about the two murdered college students, and their film professor. You, a Woodsboro native knew exactly what this meant. You weren't just any Woodsboro native; you were directly involved with the recent Ghostface massacre of 2022. You had lived in Woodsboro for only a short fraction of your life, yet what happened there impacted everything you do now. 

You had moved from the south; Georgia-Florida-Alabama-ish. You met your current friends in your eighth grade year; coincidentally, the year one of your friends, Tara, had an issue where her sister ran from home. you enjoyed your little life there until it was viciously torn from you by your best friend and her psycho-groomer boyfriend-who you always had a bad feeling about. you were dating Wes at the time of his death, and after he went, so did all of your patience for the slasher genre. fuck the box office, fuck the critics, fuck the movie. 

when things had finally settled down, you and your newfound family decided to make the ambitious move to new york.  you were stuck being undeclared though as you slowly figured out what you want to get out of your experience at Blackmore. which all leads to now; October 30th, and the boogeyman you only saw in your dreams or in old photos of amber, was now prowling Manhattan for the survivors and fresh meat; ridiculous and fucked, that's what that is. your new friends; Ethan, Quinn, and Anika barely knew the drill. but you did. you've played this game before, unaware you were playing; now your focus could not be shaken.

Sam had suggested a fucked-up slumber party of sorts; "if we all stay together then he won't attack." "or we could be feeding him an all-you-can-eat buffet." Mindy croaks after Sam. Regardless, you knew that it was probably for the best everyone stayed together, especially the new ones. you had your suspicions about Ethan, who seemed to have taken a liking to you. the average sweet nerdy boy who's a bit corny, it all seemed a little too familiar. he would still try to get you to talk to him, stare you down, you could've sworn he stole something out of one of your drawers some time ago while looking for the restroom. you would never admit this out loud, because everyone is always so fucking uptight, but you never really cared about how he objectified you. you liked the attention. 

but he gave off joe goldberg energy, and you were more of a steve harrington girl.

it beats having to look at your long-term crush, Chad, who was falling for Tara. you always felt like the silver lining of both of your partners dying would be that he would finally look at you; but just like Wes when she first got attacked, Chad's eyes were on Tara. fucking Tara. nothing wrong with her, she was your friend. maybe you just needed to stop crushing on and dating boys who would all rather fuck Tara Carpenter than give you the light of day. but then again, you don't even think you're ready for romance to reappear in your life. last year you were manipulated, stalked, and stabbed; Tinder sex would be a nightmare. so there goes that pipe dream. 

you were sleeping in Tara's room with Quinn, Mindy, and Anika, while Chad and Ethan slept in the living room and Sam slept in Quinn's room; which was closer to everyone. It took everyone until midnight to get ready for bed, then Tara's music was too loud, and then Mindy and Anika started getting frisky which caused Tara to yell out "ARE YOU GUYS FUCKING?!" which led to Quinn screaming and laughing, which caused Ethan and Chad to rush in like knights ready to save the damsels, who were just making out. so Anika and Mindy were banished (by Chad) to Sam's room. you made a mental note to remind Sam to wash her sheets. 

you knew, despite the horrible situation that was starting to arise, that right now felt like any other night with your friends, and that it might be the last time things will ever be this way. so what had you screaming the way you are now? if not, a horrific night terror you had about how everything went down last year: the look in Richie's eyes piercing you through the mask as he violently stabs you, leaving gashes as you screamed out for the one person who can't even rescue you; Wes. this happened three hours after the last person went to sleep, making it 3 am. 

the thing with you that the others don't understand is that you had frequent nightmares about what happened. it's nearly a nightly occurrence and every night it's something different; Mindy's under the mask, Amber, Tara, Chad, Ethan, Sam, Anika, the Bodega guy, the guy who played Billy in Stab one, fucking Gale Weathers.  It keeps you up half the night, flashing your phone flashlight in the corner of your dorm and waking your dormmate. you used to sleep with a hunting knife; stuffing it under your pillow and holding it under there. you also have several cans of bear mace; you were Wes's girlfriend after all. you inherited all of his self-defense tools. 

the only one who understands is Sam. You can't believe the situation that's been happening between her and Tara; you would've killed to have an older sister who cares about you like Sam. Of course, your ID starts talking and tells you that Tara is just ungrateful to have a supportive family and Chad's attention and not want it. It fills you with envy. Sam gets it. Sam gets you. Sam tells you to try tea or get a medical marijuana card like she did, or try Zoloft like Mindy is doing. Mindy sarcastically suggests substance abuse. 

you scream, having it rip through the still silence that filled the apartment. with a flip of a light switch, the big overhead light shines over the scene of you; hyperventilating and pacing around as Tara rubs her eyes. The boys, with Mindy, rush into the room on queue as Quinn stands up from the bed. "hey! hey y/n!" she tries to get your attention, anything to break you free from the sobbing mess you were starting to become.  Tara decides to do the worst possible thing and start shaking you, she seems almost confused and pissed off as to why you woke her up. "y/n! look at me-" Tara tries to get your attention. "hey! Tara, that's not helping-" "-y/n, girl, what's wrong?" Quinn talked over Ethan.  

then, finally, Sam chimes in and pushes past everyone; shooting Tara a worried look as she slowly wraps her arms around you. you slowly sink in Sam's arms and sob as she softly pats your back. "another one?" she asked, and you nod, unable to speak as you take a harsh gasp and slowly breath out, trying not to sob more than you already have. you hated being so emotional in front of your friends, you hated being emotional in general. 

"wait so there was no one in here?" Ethan chirps.

Sam shakes her head. "no." she huffs out. "no no, just a night terror...I had one like this the other night. she'll be okay-" "-like hell she is, Samantha! I mean, look at her! she's shaking like a chihuahua!" Mindy blurts out. "I'm gonna make you tea, y/n," she announced as she went to the kitchen. Sam sighs, you could almost feel another brick weigh Sam down with the way she carried herself, then Tara spoke up. "Sorry I shook you, I...I panicked," she admits, which you knew was the truth. 

you sigh softly, your face beet red, blinking away the last of your tears. "it's f-fine-" "-it's really not, I mean, do you shake someone when they're having a seizure?" Tara lightly jokes, earning a small laugh as you sniffle. 

Sam speaks up. "I think one of us should stay here with y/n, at least until she falls back asleep. I would but I am very tired." 

"I don't mind-" "-i'll do it," Chad and Ethan said in unison, which ended with Ethan's side-eyeing Chad. then Chad spoke up again. "I can bore her with one of my old football stories, plus i've known her for years." if only you could read Ethan's mind, even when the look on his face said it all. Sam looks down at you, getting your nod of approval before glancing back at Chad. "yeah, that sounds good." 

Chad, who had come in charging with a chunky remote controller, just passed it to Ethan as he went back into the living room to grab his pillow. Sam rubbed her eye. "the girls can move to my room-" "-yikes." Mindy jingles as she came in with a mug. "I might've been sleeping there, with Anika, if you know what I-" Sam's face falls flat. "-you better be fucking joking, Mindy." she deadpans

"It's not like you're using that new mattress at its full capacity."

"okay gross." Chad gags, clutching his pillow and throwing it on the mattress. by then, Tara and Quinn already moved into Sam's room, probably collapsing at the door and sleeping on the floor as Mindy handed you the warm tea. She gives you a look that makes your stomach flip, it was almost sympathetic. almost like Mindy herself knows how it feels to be woken up like that. Mindy retreats to the room before Sam can say anything else. she sighs. "now I have an excuse to go to Target, and burn those sheets." she turns to you. "you sure you're gonna be fine here, with Chad?" she asks, Ethan, peering right behind her.

"Yeah, thanks, Sam," you tell her as she walks out, leaving just you, Chad, and Ethan. Ethan just purses his lips and gives you a weak smile before shutting the door and the lights off. you sit back down on the bed, grab the mug of tea, and sipped it sweetly, feeling the hot liquid run down your throat as Chad turns on the lamp. The room was cold, dimly lit with autumn new york air hitting your skin from the window next to you, the one Quinn cracked open. 

Chad groans softly as he flops on the messy bed. he's surprised anyone is even getting a wink of sleep tonight, especially you, with how stiff and cold you got the moment everyone left. he stares at you for a second, unable to say anything before blurting out. "...do you wanna watch a movie on my phone? it can be a funny one." he offers. "I have We Are The Millers downloaded." but you just retract even more. why? why can you just shut off whatever's stopping you from opening up? maybe it was the stark realization you never really trusted anyone, ever. 

you stayed silent, unsure of what to do; he wouldn't have offered if he didn't care a little. plus, it was only until you fell asleep. he was not going to stay with you the entire night. you turn to him, biting the inside of your cheek as you sip more of the tea. "no thanks, i've already seen it." you say. he isn't like Ethan; Ethan would just start leading the conversation with questions like 'Oh so what's a movie you haven't seen?' and whatever movie you think of off the top of your head will be the one that'll play. Chad just kind of stops after that; less of a nuisance but you were sure he wasn't at his full power since he hasn't really slept. because Chad can be annoying. 

"you know you hit the floor, right?"

you furrow your eyebrows. "what?"

"you fell off your bed, that's what woke you up. it was very loud, and woke me up," he says as he scoots over to you, sitting right next to you. "I'm a light sleeper now, it's a recent development. it's not all that fun...Tara said you were murmuring in your sleep too before you hit the ground." your face burns with embarrassment. "...how often does that happen?" he curiously asked. 

"What is to you?"

"just looking out for you. y'know, since the masked killer that tried killing us last year is trying to kill us again." his voice dripped with sarcasm. you scoff. of course. "...it happens a lot, maybe one of two times a week? it used to be every night." 

"I guess that explains your caffeine addiction."

you chuckle weakly. "thanks doctor dudebro." 

"I'm just saying, I wish you would've told one of us you were having nightmares..." he voices. "you know, Mindy used to have really bad nightmares. She would call me almost every night around the same time, just screaming and hyperventilating. it feels pretty real at the moment. then you wake up and it's not real." he mumbles towards the end. looking down a bit. you study the expression on his face, you knew Chad was more than some meathead jock, he gave you butterflies, and he seemed to be the healthiest among the survivors. he looks at you. "I'm on like 75 milligrams of Zoloft at all times so...I know what it's like, I've had my fair share of Richie-Amber adjacent nightmares," he confesses. 

your stomach churns from what comes out of his mouth. "is that why you agreed to stay here? to talk me into talking about what happened and get medicated-" you jumped.  Chad shakes his head. "no no, I'm not here to tell you what to do, or how to heal,  It's just...hard seeing you this way." you know exactly what he means, so you dropped the stubborn act. "I know none of us are really dealing with it, but now it's happening again...and I don't want to get hurt again. I don't..." he processes what he's about to say before expressing it; "...I don't want any of us to get hurt again."

"...do you think about her?" you blurt out. "liv, I mean." 

Chad freezes. you almost start to feel bad about bringing her up before he responds with. "most days." he croaks out softly. "sometimes I think if I would've just done what she wanted and went upstairs with her, things would be different." he fiddles with his fingers. "but then again, probably in the worst way, right? I don't know what I would've done if...if it was Mindy. or you." he flashes you a frail smile. "I think about her every time I hear a Paramore song, or when I see orange is the new black on Netflix or pink box dye. I hate the smell of that sugar cookie body mist that Quinn uses, it's the same one Liv had. She wanted to study 'abnormal psychology', she would've loved it up here...what about you? Do you think about Wes?"

"every night." your voice slightly breaks. "his Spotify account is still up, all the music he neatly organized into playlists for us is still on there, just collecting dust," you mumble, then, you feel pressure slowly lift off your chest as you continued to talk about him. "I deleted Spotify, though. can't be on there without seeing something he made for me or seeing his face, and Instagram too. His dad gave me a box of his things at the funeral and I brought it with me here, I can't look at it for very long without crying," you confess. "...can I be honest?"

"This is probably the most honest you'll ever get me, so shoot."

You let out a sigh, feeling your heart drop to your stomach as you stared into his eyes. "things in my life were already starting to go downhill before everything, and now...it never will feel the same, you know? I will never get over this, i'll just have to learn how to live with it when it's already happening again." Chad watches you, seeing your eyes sorrowly hang as the words spilled from you. he hates seeing you like this. you used to be so full of life, animated, and passionate; now you were just a shell. he softly bumps his shoulder next to you and gives you a reassuring smile. "...you're not alone." his voice softly spoke. "it feels lonely, but you're not alone." 

you finish the tea, setting it on the nightstand before Chad speaks up again. "what makes you say that, though?" he perks up. "that things were starting to go downhill?" he asks, maybe genuinely curious. you bite the inside of your cheek. "I had this feeling that Wes was in love with Tara. I thought I was just going crazy but after Ghostface attacked her, and I saw the way he looked at her, I knew I couldn't keep denying it anymore. I just wanted him to look at me the way he looked at her, everyone looks at her like that, but now he can't because Amber wanted to cosplay Stu Macher." you spat, your condescending tone dripping in anger. "...i've just been filled with jealousy ever since, mostly towards Tara, sometimes at Quinn...the whole situation made me feel...ugly."

Chad scoffs a little, and you immediately get defensive, but the better half of you knows Chad is not going to judge you. "you? jealous of Tara?! Tara Carpenter? The same Tara in this apartment?!" he seems almost appalled. "y/n...Tara Carpenter is a mess." he exposes. "Tara shows up to class drunk. Tara got her driver's license suspended. Tara's mom dropped her after her dad and Sam left already. Tara almost died three times!! Wes was crazy for you, he loved you-it annoyed the shit out of me really but he did. Tara might be pretty but she isn't you...I know what you're trying to say, but the last person you should be jealous of is Tara." Chad rambles. silence falls on the both of you for a second as you process what he told you; he's right. Tara has some horrible luck, you needed to stop comparing yourself to her. 

"...if it makes you feel better, I get jealous of Ethan."

well, that was a shock. "huh?!"

Chad chuckles softly. "yeah, I do, I get jealous of Ethan sometimes." you can notice him getting a bit flustered. "he-he's just lucky, you know? he didn't experience what we did, so he can walk alone at night and go to bars without feeling like he's being watched...he isn't active, which annoys me so much." he raises his hands in defense. "I know I know, it's not my life, but when he does tag along and goes to the gym with me, he can work out a lot longer than I can. he can wear whatever he wants. he can take his shirt off and no one will stare at him or ask questions. he doesn't have chronic pain. he can go and date whoever he wants and not feel bad about his body, or feel bad that he's cheating on his dead girlfriend...little shit like that makes me jealous," he admits, pressing his tongue against his cheek. "my injuries from last year were so severe that I can't even play my favorite sport anymore, and Ethan just gets to sit around and play World of Warcraft with his perfect nervous system." his words stung. 

you couldn't think of anything to say, because he was right; it's not fair, none of this is fucking fair. suddenly, you can't help but slide your hand over to his, squeezing it softly. Chad studies you for a second, his brown eyes scanning how beautiful your features looked in the dark, you couldn't help but notice how clammy his hands were starting to get, he opens his mouth to say something, then he stops himself before saying something else; "...can I show you?" he asks. 

you glance over at him, seeing how close to you he already was. you could feel your cheeks heating up as your eyebrows slightly raised from his request. you were shocked that he trusted you. "you...wanna show me? you won't even show Mindy-" "-Mindy can never take anything seriously, y/n. She's gonna call me Tony the Tiger if I show her." that made you chuckle, considering one of the scars that you had also looked like animal print; or you romanticized it to the point where it reminded you of a zebra stripe. so you nod. "yeah...yeah you can show me."

Chad, noticeably nervous, sighs before lifting his shirt slightly, revealing not one, not two, or three, but four or more deep scars that dented his already chiseled chest. your face flushes, blood traveling to your cheeks as you examine his body, how his skin was still healing, how deep the valley of his abs truly was. your throat goes dry, almost like you can't process the amount of pain Chad might be going through or what he went through when he got those scars. It's almost like he sees you contemplating on what to say; if there was anything you can say to make him feel better. your lips slowly part as you lean in closer. 

"you can touch it." Chad chimes. 

you look up at him for approval, even though he told you that you could. shakily, your hand slowly grazes down his chest, your fingers running down the canyons of his chest, reminding yourself that this was the case for you too, both physically and mentally scarred. you could feel Chad's breath hitch softly, and you stop. "did I hurt you or-?" "-no, no you didn't hurt me..." he says softly, his pupils growing in size as he watches you feel him. you know the room was not well-lit but you knew he could see you blushing. before you know it, Chad's hands slowly creep over to your hips, pulling you closer in the most unsubtle way. "may I?" he asks.

you were flustered, and all the blood that ran to your cheeks ran down to your core, feeling your heartbeat slowly revive itself down there as Chad's big hands rested themselves on your lower back. you squeezed your thighs together; you've wanted this for so long, you wanted Chad's attention since sophomore year, so you nod your head. Chad smiles softly at you before lifting your shirt slightly and exposing the scar on your stomach. you blushed from the tension and the embarrassment. you could feel Chad's hot breath on your neck as his fingers slowly graze your curves, just softly skimming past the waistband of your pajamas as he looks into your eyes. "...did I mention that I get jealous of the way Ethan looks at you?... Same reason I was so annoyed with Wes-"

the desperation of having Chad's hands on you drives you over the edge as you crash your lips into Chad's, feeling how chapped they were as you relax into the kiss. you did this for your inner teenager, who's probably doing summersaults because you're finally kissing Chad Meeks-Martin. before you knew it, Chad eagerly kisses you back, one of his hands squeezing your waist as the kiss grew more and more passionate. you weren't expecting this, but thinking back at it now, you should've seen this coming. you pull away from the kiss, realizing that your hands involuntarily wrapped themselves around his neck, and your faces were just a few inches apart. "well shit..." Chad mumbles as you notice his cheeks turning a dark shade of red. 

he then grabs your chin delicately and kisses you softly, making sure you were present as his hands drop to your hips. the last person you were with like this was Wes, and you knew Chad was in the same boat with Liv. you pull away, seeing his lips chase after yours as you placed his hand on his chest. "Chad...should we be doing this?" he stares into you, his bottom lip caught in his teeth as he gnaws on it, unsure of what to say. "I would like to..." he said softly, pulling you closer. "We should make some new memories..." he huskily whispers before attaching his lips to your neck. your breath hitches as you grab onto him, and once he does that, you realized you wanted nothing more than to fuck Chad. "w-we should." you respond.

Chad manhandles you, again, pushing you back up against the mattress, grabbing your neck and jaw as he leaves open-mouthed kisses, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin as a soft gasp leaves you. he hovers on top of you, his breath getting heavier with each kiss before pulling away from your neck entirely. the look he gives you is full of passion. "besides, can't watch you squeeze your thighs like that and expect me not to want you..." he mumbles softly. your heart feels like it's on crack at this point, your stomach cramming with anxiety and lust as you kissed him roughly. 

his lips felt so right on yours like they were always supposed to be there. he quickly gets in between your legs and reattaches his lips to your collarbone, his hands sliding down to your hips as you press them up against his growing bulge. a small moan escaped passed his lips as you grab his face and bring him back to your neck. every touch fills you with passion, your moans getting increasingly louder before Chad completely pulls away. "shhh." he chuckles softly, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him, squeezing your cheeks a little. "our friends are right outside, don't wanna wake them, right angel?" god he's so fucking fine. "no matter how cute you sound."

Chad delicately pulled your shirt off, revealing your tits, since you pulled your bra off before climbing into bed. his eyes could not peel away from them, as hard as he tried to focus on anything else. he gently flicked his tongue around the bud off your left tit, then slowly slides his tongue down your stomach, over your scar, and down to your abdomen. your face soured up from how different it felt having Chad kiss and suck and lick down your stomach. he leans up and kisses you. "your body is so beautiful, you know that?" he mumbles softly against your ear, and you respond by nodding, because deep down you always knew, just never affirmed. 

Chad's hands slowly found themselves sliding off your silk pajama shorts, which might've been driving him crazy all night. he slowly reveals your panties, basic cotton white boyshorts with a wet stain conveniently down the middle. he pulls you to the edge of the bed, standing up as he gets a better look. he smirks at the sight of it, you could see his mouth nearly watering as his left hand softly grazes your clothed core. his class ring hitting your sensitive nub as your hips gently jerk to the sensation of it. then, his hand softly slaps it, a soft, wet squelch coming out of you as your body jolts again. you whine as he starts to speak; "fuck...poor angel, must be very desperate, huh?" he taunts. 

you can barely think of what to say, already so desperate to feel him that you just lazily nodded your head. he grabs your face. "cmon, use your words." he says gently. it makes you feel so weak in the knees as his free hand softly caresses your cunt. "when was the last time you came, angel? you're so sensitive..." he uses his thumb to rub your throbbing clit in circles, still waiting for you to answer. "l-long ago..." and you weren't lying. it's hard to focus on yourself and your needs when you're constantly in survival mode, and it's harder to make yourself cum when the last person who did got brutally murdered. Chad gets it, considering how flaccid his anti-depressants made him. seeing you in this position, though, finally gives him the hard-on he's been waiting for. "let's fix that." 

He slowly slips two fingers into you, watching your back arch as he quickly covers your mouth, his hand taking up half of his face as he thrusts them slowly in you. he sees your body slowly adjusting to his fingers as your muffled moans pushed pass the cracks of his knuckles. his class ring hits your clit with a certain rhythm, making you twitch as you hold onto his wrist. "fuck" you mumble in Chad's hand as he starts to recklessly pound his fingers into you. his actions were so rough but his words were so sweet, causing your brain to almost malfunction; "taking my fingers so fucking well." he pants softly. 

your faint moans turned into muffled screams when Chad stuffs a third finger in there, curling them and thrusting them deeper and deeper into your aching hole. his hand clamping harder around your mouth as your screams got louder and higher. he looked so determined to push you over the edge, it's almost like he wants you to cum all over his fingers. 

your eyes flutter as his thumb grazes over your clit. fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. you wish you had the entire apartment to yourself so you can scream and moan and do Chad on the dining table. for now, you're settling with him shutting you up with his knuckles deep in your hole. you can't help but feel your walls tighten around his fingers. he drags his fingers out and glances up at you, seeing how flustered and aroused you were as he slowly pulled off your panties, shushing you gently and moving his hand away from your mouth. "open wide angel." he hums before stuffing them in there.  

you could taste how tart you were, saliva staining the panties as he slowly slides his finger down your folds, using his free hand to whip his cock out. You faintly groaned out in frustration. you haven't felt this good in so long, your skin hot to the touch as your fingernails dug themselves into his shoulder blades. your eyes pleading as they found themselves staring at his cock; you knew Chad was pretty big, Liv might've ranted a little bit about how she was 'sore' from the first time she did it with him. you weren't expecting him to be so thick either. you could see his cock tremble, his tip already soaked in precum as it glistens in the dim lighting, the lamp hitting it just right as he smirks at you. "come on, angel, show me how bad you need it." he coos softly, brushing your hair behind your ear.

you rest yourself on your elbows, staring down at that Alaskan bull worm Chad calls a penis as you imagine yourself getting nearly split in half by him. how badly your hole was begging for any kind of contact as Chad's muscular arm wraps itself around your thigh. you could see his hand slowly pump his cock as he waited for your answer, maybe you propped up the way you were could get the job done for him. you whine and try to squeeze your thighs again before he forces them open, prying them apart like a Venus flytrap as he slowly inserts himself.  His tip slowly sinking into you "o..oh-f-fuck..." he groans softly, his voice getting even huskier as he pulls down on your hips. "your cunt sucks me up so well, angel...you're s-so tight." he mutters.

he slowly starts lunging his hips against yours, sweat gleaming from his forehead as he admires your reaction to every thrust, seeing your eyebrows furrow, your mouth falls open, your eyes fluttering, all of it just drives Chad insane. "such a pretty girl..." he nearly growls as he throws one of your legs over his shoulder; it's almost like he wanted to pace himself so he wouldn't get lost in the pleasure she was giving him; but it seemed nearly impossible as his pace increases. 

your muffled moans got louder and louder, causing Chad's strong hand to wrap around your neck and squeeze it softly, your moans becoming inaudible as he starts to brutally fuck you into the mattress. you thought this whole exchange would trigger something primal in you, freak you out too much that you end up running out of the room, but it was quite the opposite. Chad leans down. "your pretty moans are gonna wake t-them up, angel." he warns her again, his tone was so sweet though, it made you melt. "how do you t-think everyone's gonna f-feel when they see you getting fucked out-mhm-like the doll you are-?" he groaned out softly, his teeth grazing your ear and tugging on it. 

pleasure began to overwhelm you, your moans and whimpers turning into gasps and yelps as Chad clapped the hand he choked you with over your mouth, again. "f-fuck baby...you w-wanna be my angel, don't you?" he mumbles softly as your body started to jolt with pleasure, you could feel the panties hit the back of your throat, the essence of your juices left stuck on your tongue as your nails scratched up Chad's back. he then answers his own question. "I know you do, sweet girl...fuck, you hear how good you're taking me?" he praises. 

your own pleasure starts to build up as your back arches, and you can't help but cry out from how good it made you feel, it almost made you regret waiting so long before making a move on Chad, or anyone else really. Chad's dirty ramblings keep you on edge: "My cock fits so perfectly inside of you a-angel...wanna be buried in you like t-this all the time-mhmfuck-" his whispers start to turn into strained statements, the sound of skin slapping echoing inside the room, if anyone else was awake in the apartment, they probably would have already noticed the intense fucking happening in that room. 

the tip of his cock starts punching your g-spot like a boxer and his punching bag, you can't contain your muffled moans getting any louder; which causes Chad to cover your mouth for a third and final time. you could feel his cock seize inside of you as Chad's own groans start filling up the room. you were almost worried that Sam or Ethan were going to charge in here and see Chad balls deep inside of you. the pleasure starts to overwhelm you as your thighs shake uncontrollably, your hot breath wafting back into your face as Chad groans out quietly. "y-you need my cum, baby? mhm? that'll g-get you sleeping-" he manages to get out before feeling your juices gush out of you; realizing you had cum all over his cock, your body jerking in response as your eyes fluttered close.

involuntarily, Chad's cock squirms before you felt the thick ropes of his cum spill inside of you. you watched as his tense body finally relaxes into your touch, his heavy breaths and soft groans hitting your neck. seeing him slowly pull out and realizing he forgot to grab a condom from his wallet or check if Tara had some, oh well, it's not like he's gonna get murdered on the way to the pharmacy and back. he notices how limp you've become as he moves his hand away and pulls the panties out of your mouth. you can't help but notice how charming his smile was. he was glad he can catch you at this moment, all worn out and lazy but perfectly content, and finally dozing off to sleep. Chad gives you a lazy, soft kiss before you finally fell asleep.

the next morning, Chad and Mindy had run out to get breakfast; you were the last one to wake up, which Quinn noted as a good thing: "It means you finally caught up to your sleep schedule." which couldn't be further from the truth. you couldn't help but think about just a few hours prior, how good it all felt, how he basically fucked all the nervous energy out of you; feeling zen before the wave of reality hits you. The news was on, still talking about the new local Ghostface killings. you weren't sure if the slumber party kept you safer from the attacks or put you right in the middle of them, all you knew was that you had Chad as a bodyguard now. and when Chad finally comes back with several bags of Dunkin' breakfast sandwiches, he gave the only sprinkled donut he ordered to you. 

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vilomah. — miguel o'hara x reader angst (fem!reader)

summary: vilomah (n.): refers "going against a natural order," that natural order being he should've lived longer than you, but you survived, and he didn't. and miguel knows your pain, grieving, suffering and regret all too well. word count: 1,586

content warnings! mentions of death, survivor's guilt, and self-deprecation up ahead. if you are uncomfortable with these themes, please don't read any further beyond the cut ^^

life is supposed to follow a natural order; children must outlive their parents, it is only natural, it is only right. then how come life's natural flow abandoned you, stealing your child from you in the cold depths of the night?

you could remember seeing the unresponsive, sleeping face of your child. he was your only child, your only and dearest child. in that very hospital bed where he called home after not having seen the four walls of his own room for almost a whole year, he breathed your name as he held you close. tubes filled every airway on his face, he was getting thinner, almost unrecognizable to the energetic, cheery young man you knew and gave birth to, raised and loved all on your own.

"mom... i'm hurting..."

those three words, those last three words he uttered with a wince as he tried to face you, as if he were dying after a long battle and came home as a wounded soldier to the sole woman who watched him fight from afar and wished with every fiber of her being that she could just eliminate all his pains, all his burdens, all this hurting that made him want to give up.

and he did.

he left you, all alone, as a mother who nobody could call 'mother' anymore.

your son's voice haunts you every night when you resign to sleep, when you try your hardest to pry yourself from your loss, from your only reason to keep going, to keep living. ironic, is it not? to give him life and to hope he lives it wisely just to... to watch it fade from his eyes like a candle that went out too soon. maybe you could've met his partner in the future, attended his graduation, comforted him as he freaks out over a job interview, be there to witness his wedding, hold his firstborn, and hold his hand and tell him you love him before your flame is extinguished from the world.

but no, the world never gave you that.

the world took him away from you too early, and you could never hate yourself any more for being around longer than he was. the worst part is, you became a superhero not long after he died. you developed powers that were akin to a stealthy, predatory spider; one that takes lives instead of giving it, one that consumes to prolong its own life without regarding other creatures that it feeds upon.

you became anybody but the mother of a child, you were indistinguishable.

years passed after his death, and you separated yourself from your loved ones and friends. you got a new place the next town over, it was smaller than your old home, it had a whole new scent, a whole new appearance; it never reminded you of your son. this was good, wasn't it? you could... you could live. but why could you live, and not him?

why did you keep running around in that makeshift halloween costume your son drew for you, the one you made to match him, the only thing you have left that reminded you of him? why? why did you go around saving people when they never ask for it, why do you go about doing the job of thousands of other people all on your own? why do you think you can save other people when you couldn't even save your own son? "pathetic," you muttered to yourself as you tried to ball up the costume, tried to throw it away, tried to push all the memories and experiences you've had in the back of your mind--but who was really pathetic here? who was really the one needing saving here?

an alert came up from your watch that you set down on the coffee table, and you addressed it. it was a call from miguel, a hero like you--well, to call him a 'hero' was pushing it. he came on the other end without his mask on, and he was going to ask you on an update on the situation in your dimension, but he paused when he noticed you looked redder than usual in the eyes, and had your lips pursed. "...is now a bad time?" he asked you with a tone of concern as you responded nonchalantly. "it's good a time as any." and with that, the first drops of tears fell down and stained your pants as you sat down.

"i really doubt that." miguel responded as you sighed. "there's no update on anything, it's the same always, same petty crimes and same offenders. it's fine." you tried to explain as miguel looked at you with a... softer look. "are you... are you thinking about him again?" miguel asked you with faint voice as you place a hand over your eyes as you felt them grow heavier out of the downpour of tears you were going to release again. "no." you said sternly, but it came off so subdued that it sounded like a small cry.

silence filled the room, everything that went unsaid in that exchange had bottled up in you and was released through the tears you shed and never stopped shedding every night you dreamt of holding and seeing your son again. miguel sighed as he looked at you with sympathy filling his face. "i won't pretend i know any better and i... i won't pretend that i feel your pain exactly as how you're feeling it right now, but know that if... you want to talk about it, let it out, i'll always be here for you." he said in a stifled voice as you removed your hand from your eyes to look at him on the other side.

you sniffled and nodded. "th-thank you." you uttered as miguel nodded back. "you can... talk to me now if you want. forget the update, forget those lousy crooks right now. tell me everything you want to say." he said as you looked back at your mask, that very mask criminals see before they're beaten to a pulp and is the face of justice in this city--the very mask your son drew out for you so you two could match on halloween, that mask you wear to keep his memory alive.

you smiled as you reached out for the mask and held it, feeling over it as you chuckled lightly, thinking of how messy your son was with the glue, how he said it had too much of a certain color when he was just jealous it looked slightly better than his costume, all the scary faces you two would make when going door-to-door for halloween...

"he was an angel..." you muttered as tears fell on your mask now. miguel's mouth curved into a small smile. "go on, what, uh... what did he like?" "firetrucks and trains..." you went on as miguel entertained you, being amazed at how well you remembered everything your son was like and what he loved. you shared stories with him, you shared the drawings he made with you when he was still around--you cried, you laughed, you got a little angry at a few things he used to do, but ultimately, you forgave him for everything, because that's the natural order of things.

a kid is supposed to be naughty, nosy, a little ignorant and selfish--and your son was all of that, but he had a heart, a heart that loved you so, loved you dearly, and missed you every day you were away from him. "...i miss him..." you muttered as tears filled your eyes, and surprisingly, so did miguel's. he sniffed back a few tears and swallowed the sadness rising in his throat as he looked up at you again. "i know... but you are so strong for living out the life he couldn't live, never stopping at your new responsibility as a hero. you may be spider woman, you may be my colleague and my friend, but most of all, you were a mother. and that side of you... i can never begin to describe, you are phenomenal." he said with a slight warmth filling his chest, replacing the tide of secondhand and familiar sadness he was experiencing.

"please, if you give up now... if you give up now, he'll be gone forever. please, keep going, let it all out on me if you have to. just please, keep going, and don't let him die a second time." he pleaded with you as you paused and felt like a small hand was on top of yours for a split second, a hand on top of yours that clutched your mask. you turned around, but there was nobody, at least, not physically. you nodded and rubbed at your eyes as you muttered, "okay... okay."

maybe you were never going to be okay, no matter how many times you save somebody or remind yourself he's gone, but maybe... maybe even if you're not okay, no, even if you're not okay, you do deserve to live. you deserve to be happy, to continue living despite outliving your son, and you deserve to be at peace. you may be empty, but empty spaces can always be filled up again; maybe not quite as full as you were before then, but that space in your heart could be filled with some joy, and you know... you know your son would want you to be happy, even if he could only watch over you from now on.

a/n: i'm not crying, you are.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @fiannee @fictarian @yuridopted0 @jrrantss @arachnoia @melovetitties

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I don't currently have any new art, but I have some old art I can pass along here. I don't believe I reblogged any of this from my main account, if I did I don't remember, but here it is. It's art of my tmnt oc (specifically the rise era) featuring Leo and April.

So the first drawing is of Emlyn and April just hanging out at Em's place (specifically her bedroom). I know the colors on April aren't particularly accurate to her show counterpart, but I was kinda eyeballing the colors instead of outright color picking them because I didn't think to do that at the time. The conversation the two are having is probably school or turtle related, though it could really be anything.

The second image is just a bunch of sketches put together of Emlyn. Top left is her at 5 years old in a ninja suit similar to that seen on the foot clan because she had learned to be a ninja like her sister, Cassandra, but decided she wanted to do something else instead (to let Cas have something for herself). Top right is Leo patching Em up after she failed to pull off a skateboarding trick she had tried learning to impress the turtles (mostly Leo) while Leo is telling her that she should've been more careful since she's a lot softer than the turtles. Middle left is a drawing of what Emlyn thinks of how Leo would look like as a human, taking a more likeness to Splinter than the others, which was done out of pure fun for her. At the bottom is a drawing of Em dressed up as Heather Chandler for Halloween, having convinced April and Sunita to be Duke and McNamara.

The third image is a what if kind of drawing. It's a mutated Emlyn, her as an otter (or water chipmunk as I kept calling it when I was drawing it). If Emlyn were to ever be mutated, she'd probably end up as a mutant otter.

The fourth image is from Pride Month a while back. I reused the pose from the second image of Emlyn as Heather Chandler and gave her a cute outfit with her flag colors (Pansexual). With Happy Pride Month written above her.

The last image is a drawing of Emlyn ice skating, which is set during the winter episodes. It's one of the few times I've drawn a background. Also, it originally was going to be a full-on comic of her ice skating, but I didn't have the patience or energy at the time to do that, so I changed it to that. I was going to add the turtles in the foreground without obscuring Em, but I decided against it and just have it be understood that the group found her and are watching her skate. (Actually, I struggled to pick out colors for her costume, but settled on blues because of winter then was like, "Ha, blue because of Leo lol.")

[starsmuserainbow]

By the time those reblogs I queued of these 'statements' about the poll come out of the queue, it's already very much not Halloween anymore for me, and I half assume not for any of you either. Maybe I should've queued them for an hour or two earlier than I did. Oh well.

[minkkumaz]

MYTHICAL CREATURES (TEMPORARY HIATUS)

there's an unnatural occurrence in the air, linking to what could only be described as a false reality. maybe it was the presence of october that brought out these creatures, bold enough to reveal themselves for a chance at love. or possibly, you're the monster.

PAIRING boynextdoor x fem!reader WC tbd TAGLIST send an ask to be added !

MY HEART, NOT YOURS cupid sungho + human reader the way his heart threatened yours should've been intimidating, yet it only lured you into a trap that was unescapable. rumors spread that with his assistance, love would be as easy as picking a flower. and though his shots constantly missed you, a little force wasn't completely out of the picture.

LOOK AT ME human riwoo + medusa reader secluding yourself from the world was easier when staying away from him wasn't such a daunting task. you were drawn to him, but he was too lovely for his life to be cut short because of you. had life always been so unfair that it insisted to keep you away from the pretty expression on his face?

BRAIN CHEMISTRY human jaehyun + zombie reader a zombies bite is lethal, you weren't safe. your limb barely felt like it was attached to your body, completely hopeless as your life didn't belong to you anymore; it was in possession of the world that was rapidly going to shit. despite this, he wasn't scared of the person you were becoming. he overflowed with the ill idea that he could help you before it was too late.

TIPS OF YOUR TEETH vampire taesan + human reader maybe you shouldn't have gotten involved with the mysterious boy on campus, let alone fall deep into him. soon, his existence would be nothing but a mere scratch mark on the surface of the world. any risk would be worth spending a lifetime with him, even death.

LIGHT SHOWER mermaid leehan + human reader regardless of anything else the world had to offer, you wanted to hope soulmates were real. the unreal idea that ones heart could be perfectly sculpted to match yours. whether you'd find it in man, or something not quite, he spoke to you in a calming symphony that was taunting.

OTHERWORLDLY human woonhak + alien reader everything was unfamiliar to you, trapped on a planet where you weren't supposed to exist. was your life nothing but a myth to appeal to the curiosity of people different from you? even so, the strongest people still required protection from authority. he gave you a home in a foreign place, as well as a warm feeling in your chest that you couldn't quite distinguish.

OMI happy early early halloween! i wanted to drop the masterlist for this in case anyone wanted to be on the taglist, but i won't be publishing until october rolls around! this whole idea started with mermaid leehan LOL then i wanted to do something inspired by i do - (g)i-dle and i thought about woonhak.. then all the ideas spiraled, but i genuinely am really excited for this. i might do other halloween posts but for now this is all i have planned hehe. p.s. titles and synopsis are subject to change

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[fennthetalkingdog]

Okay, so this is gonna be a long one. Imma hide this behind a cut just in case folks don't wanna read this.

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So, for a long time I didn't know that I wasn't human, I thought I was just a specific version of a human that no one else was. This idea was based on both characteristics (me being childish, playful, and easily excitable; me connecting with animals on an increasingly deeper level as I got older) and experiences (me only being able to fit in with younger kids and withdrawing from folks my age; me not understanding how others worked a lot of the time; etc.). As I got older and more "weird" traits kept filling my idea of the kind of human I was, I started feeling embarrassed about it and hiding traits that I now realize are very animalistic (like my urges to shake out my "fur," walk on all fours, or respond using animal noises), thinking myself to be human-ing the wrong way. My friends at the time were my refuge, but once the pandemic happened and I started spending less time with them and more online, I became increasingly self-conscious.

It was also during the pandemic when I found out I was trans and suspected I was autistic, and diving deeper into the former also taught me about femboys and catboys. Learning I was a femboy helped me embrace my transness and femininity, and likewise learning about catboys (and furries in general) and autism gave me excuses to act less "normal" (to be honest though I wasn't really succeeding at that xD) and indulge in my more animal urges. If someone asked and I felt comfortable, I could just say I was stimming, and if I felt less comfortable I could say I was a furry. (People at my high school tended to be pretty chill about that kind of stuff, and few enough weren't that I could avoid and ignore them.) I still was anxious about it, but by the time I went back to school, I was comfortable enough to make jokes about it with my friends and buy therian gear that I didn't realize at the time was basically therian gear. (And my parents were chill enough about it because my mom's sister had gone through a similar phase and my mom was used to it.)

Fast forward to college. I made new friends, all of whom were neurodivergent so they accepted my "stimming" excuse easily, but when one of them occasionally made jokes about me being a furry, I could never explain why they made me feel embarrassed of myself. (They weren't mean jokes, but it always felt like I was more hurt by them than I should've.) Since I shared a room with someone, I hid all my therian/catboy gear (my cat ears and tail, my collars, etc) in a nice little box in a drawer where they proceeded to stay for two whole semesters, if you exclude Halloween when I dressed like a cat and felt distinctly like I was revealing something I shouldn't (like when you dress like a boy and you're trans but no one else knows so you can get away with it). I still drew furry and animal art on my class notes like I'd done for years, but I did it more secretively now, and I still occasionally barked or meowed in the comfort of my room but would feel embarrassed and vulnerable when a cloudy feeling of animal-ness would come over me and I'd want to do things that went beyond simple stimming (aka, as I now know, I'd have a mental shift). But I existed in that void, that in-between place between pretending to be human and knowing that I'm not, by covering up any slips with "oh I'm autistic" or "yeah I'm a furry." And it was always what others wanted to hear (either because I didn't act neurotypical enough or because I'd use :3 emoticons? This is a real reason a friend gave me) so I never had to question it.

UNTIL. Somehow when I made my second account and fifth blog, I found a post on here about a flag for fennec fox therians. I didn't know what a therian was, but my name's Fennec, so I reblogged it on here (and that's ironically my first post on this blog). And so Tumblr sent me more and more therian and alterhuman posts. At first I related to them because I've always felt connected to animals (though I'd attributed it to my familiarity with them from being an animal artist and former Warriors kid) and because at that point I'd pretended I had a tail for years, even if it didn't quite feel like pretending anymore. But eventually things started hitting too close to home, either touching on really niche experiences I somehow shared or suggesting ideas that the animal side of me yearned to explore, and I soon found myself looking at a mirror and going, "Oh my god I think I'm a therian." I didn't want that! It seemed crazy to me, like taking something I'd just learned about and rolling with it far beyond where I should. Although... I'd felt the same way when I first figured out I was queer, trans, and autistic. So I researched more and more, both on Tumblr and off, until I realized both that I was probably a therian and that it wasn't as much of an overstep to think I was a therian, even if I wasn't, as I'd thought. (Although that's why my blog still says "autistic kinda therian," because I wasn't sure when I wrote it and I still don't feel it's wrong enough to change it.) And as I've been making more posts about it, I've been figuring out my feelings on the matter, so now I feel confident saying that I am nonhuman and I am a therian 100%. (It also helped that I told a high school friend, one who I'd bonded with over having genuine feelings of wanting to not be human [I found that text thread from 2022 and I literally facepalmed, we'd thought it was just autistic but iT IS NOT], and their first reaction was "Same!" I swear...)

So anyway! With all that being said! I like to use the labels nonhuman and therian (though I don't mind being called otherkin or even alterhuman), and I'm playing with the idea of being a physical therian for a couple of reasons that I won't get into here. (If someone asks I'll answer, but I feel like that'd be a bit off-topic for here.) And I'm a husky, though I specifically like to call myself "husky batter poured into a human mold."

Non-humans, what led you to realizing you weren't human? What labels do you currently use to express your non-humanity (if any), and what exactly do you currently identify as?

I'll go first!

(Due to the fact that we as a system share memories due to the lack of blackouts/complete amnesia and are for the most part collectively non-human I, Wolf, will be speaking for us all collectively.)

As a child, from the moment we were able to form a sense of self, we knew we weren't human. We always had that feeling that there was something different about us, something nobody around us would ever understand. So we stayed quiet about it. Why would we ever talk about something that nobody would ever truly understand. Well, that's what we thought for the next 13-ish years of our life. When we first discovered alter-humanity it was through Therianthropy tiktok in 2021 (yes, I know, not the best source of information.) and we started identifying by tiktok's definition of a therian because we thought that's all we needed to know at the time. Just having a "special connection" to animals felt good enough at the time. It wasn't exactly how we felt, but it was "good enough" we thought. Something that we could tell people and they might actually understand. Around a month passed of this situation before we decided to actually do our own research (finally!). And we discovered that Therianthropy actually meant identifying as some non-human animal to some level. We felt like we'd been heard, like we could finally be accepted by a community of others just like us. And that's how it was for about a year. After a year had passed since my discovery of the true definition of Therianthropy, I decided to make my first Therian pack (which was open to all sorts of Therians). This is actually where I met my current best friend, Calix. I'm not gonna go through every detail of what happened during the era of this pack but what I will say is there was some drama and we had to do the right thing which resulted in the loss of my "pack" entirely. But in the end, I realized who my pack truly was (Calix). Sure, maybe it was a small pack but it felt like home to me. An amount of time had passed since then and I became more knowledgeable of the Non-Human community through my Wolf friend, Calix. A lot of things happened but so far along my journey I have discovered more and more about non-humanity then when I started out. Most of my knowledge is accredited to Calix. At some point, he discovered the term "Transspecies" and eventually "Holothere" A.K.A. physical non human, which are two terms we now use as a part of our identity (most of us anyways).

All of the labels we currently use include Therian, otherkin, Holothere, Transspecies, and Non-Human canine (specifically a dog/wolf/werewolf).

At the moment, most of us identify as some type of canine.

What about you? Tell me your story, friend :)

[vecnuthy]

list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. learn to know your mutuals and followers ♡

🥺 i needed to center, thank you

The little bubbles that erupt from a dish soap bottle when you squeeze it too hard when you pick it up. I swear, I can be absolutely livid but if that happens accidentally, it resets me. Or makes me cry, but whatever.

Bees collecting pollen from flowers, especially bumblebees and their pollen-flecked bee feet and chubby little bee butts ugh!!

Gardening. I love to grow flowers, fruits, and vegetables. My favorites are tomatoes (I'm obsessed with sun sugar cherry and terracotta), okra, eggplant, blueberries, zinnias, and cosmos. I had a smattering of zinnias and cosmos this year, and I swear they were an absolute balm to my soul. I'm hoping to successfully grow poppies next year! Probably should put seed out for them now since it's getting cold. I've been enjoying growing sugar snap peas and broccoli rabe too since the season has changed.

Music. Shout-out to Spotify for leading me to so many songs and artists that absolutely destroy me 🥲 I'm currently obsessing over Ethel Cain's Family Tree (intro and main) and Thoroughfare, several of Heilung's songs (Norpu and Traust in particular holy shit), and I've been wearing out Metallica's black and Master of Puppets albums along with Breaking Benjamin's Phobia, Dark before Dawn, and Ember (!!!) albums for the last few months. I got back into hard rock and metal at the beginning of June when I went out of town and listened to all of those Sirius channels in the rental vehicle, and I couldn't let it go. What a damn nostalgia trip that's been! Gojira is my favorite metal discovery, fwiw. Lord Huron, Hozier, Enya, Florence + the Machine, and Blanco White can do no wrong 💕 and I have their whole discographies down pat (and Linkin Park eyy). Blanco White just released a new song yesterday, and I'm very excited about a new album from him, and Hozier's! Lmao this ended up being longer than I planned, but should've known better. If anybody wants a spooky/witchy/haunted playlist, here you go. I added some wolfy/cryptid songs for Halloween, but I think I'll keep them on there. I have several other playlists too if you're looking for new music.

Animals, especially cats, raccoons, baby goats, hippos, and bush babies omg

Feel free for anybody to reblog/comment with your own! I wanna knooow

[stupidsunny-d]

Ok, since Halloween is getting close I'd like to say this...

SCREAMERS. ARE NOT. FUNNY.

If you're fine with them then that's fine

But just because you are doesn't mean others will be

I remember a while back, I saw a video about Halloween costumes that seemed cool

As soon as I clicked on it I was greeted with a loud screamer of a bloody woman that sent me into a full blown panic attack that took me a long time to calm down from.

I talked about it on tumblr to warn others

And in response, some people were supportive

But others thought that calling me a pussy was a good idea and that i "should've expected it"

I. HAD. A PANIC ATTACK. FROM THAT SHIT.

I HAD NO CLUE THAT THERE WAS GONNA BE A SCREAMER. IT WAS A VIDEO ABOUT HALLOWEEN COSTUMES.

I DIDNT EXPECT SHIT.

If someone has a breakdown from something, don't call them a pussy for it. Don't downgrade them for it. Don't make them feel even worse.

Screamers aren't funny, nor are they cool

They're stupid and a good way to give someone an actual heart attack. And im not even kidding.

If someone has heart problems or anything like that, Screamers are fucking dangerous.

So

If you're about to put a screamer in ANYTHING

think about what you're doing and think about the fact that what you're doing could potentially hurt someone else.

If you wanna make something scary, you can do it without screamers

It won't make it any less scary, just do something else

And if you wanna put a jumpscare or anything like that in your post, PUT. A FUCKING. WARNING. please. It's not that hard.

This post isn't calling out anyone or meaning to offend others. I'm not gonna be mad at you if you like screamers.

But just keep in mind that things like this effect others differently than you and be cautious.

Before you show someone something scary or something that has a jumpscare or screamer in it, warn them or ask them if you can show it to them.

If they say no, don't show it to them.

It's that simple.

Long story short

Screamers aren't funny and they never will be

So

If you click on a video and it greets you with q surprisingly peaceful setting at first, click pause as fast as you can.

Scroll through the video to see if there is a screamer

Or scroll down to the comments to see any mentions of a screamer.

And if you're not able to pause in time, turn the volume ALL THE WAY DOWN as fast as you possibly can.

And if you see this video

DO NOT CLICK ON IT

this video has a very loud screamer at the beginning and it's the exact same video that sent me into a panic attack.

I'm sorry for such a long post, but this stuff bothers the shit out of me

I had to get it out.

Please reblog this if you can to warn people if possible.

Thank you and happy Halloween! Stay safe, loves!

[py-dreamer]

I should've posted this during spoopy month I know I know

Ig I was just going through a bit of art block and i haven't seen any ghibli costumes yet

And in no particular order:

Mk as Patsu (Castle in the sky)

Mei as princess Mononoke (self explanatory)

Bai He as Kiki (also Mo as Gigi from Kiki's delivery service)

Red Son as The Baron (The cat returns (underrated movie btw))

and Nezha as Howl Jenkins pendragon (Howl's moving castle)

I might make another thingy with some of the other characters soon if I feel like it!

There should be a group name for trafficlight trio AND Bai He + Nezha

(I do still have Shadowalkers and Shenanigans in space in mind just want to work on other stuff rn)

Oh and BTW, @cats-and-confusion, @leesbian42, @violetjedisylveon how r all my mutuals? How's u Halloween been?

Reblogs > likes

[desharbaby]

i mean, yes he is trolling, but all of his recent twitter follows are nft &/or anti-vax/vaguely alt-right. same with his ig follows. i literally unfollowed him on ig like 2 years ago bc when he was on private he kept sharing fox news shit. he is trolling, but he also is probably legitimately not a person many ppl on hockeyblr would like. so that's probably worth saying.

beau bennett just said he thinks covid restrictions should be lifted bc he’s had covid 9 times and twitter is currently just a dunkfest on him

[gn1450]

Finally Halloween day 4 is done

Jay as Alucard and B as Dracula from Castlevania. Particularly the SoTN costumes :D

Feuding Father and Son, although with reverse motifs, active during nighttime, seems familiar? but I did missed the point a bit, I should've done Jay as Dracula instead...but B fits as Vampire better. Sue me.

A bit of A/N:

I was busy last week and the opportunity to use both laptop and my tablet is almost none, in any case, this is finally done, and since the end of 2021 is near, office work is also rapidly increasing. I apologize for the increasing gaps between posts.

Thank y'all so much for liking, commenting and reblogging my posts, you guys are awesome, and I am sorry that I rarely reply y'all's comments. Even now I am still confused with the system this platform comes with... please bear with my stupidity

I'll try to keep up with traditional sketches as they could be done when I commute to and from work, but the colorings might have to wait XD

Oh, and here's the Halloween List

[bryan360]

Sorry if I should've get to this reblog post to share, but it was nice to see my P-Pal will be getting his own Halloween planning started by doing Inktober artwork set in until October 31st he can save a big one for last. To be honest, I would love to have my own Inktober art postings as well. Just imagined if one of my characters would be in their different style for this month of Halloween as zombies, witches, or vampires. That would be awesome if I'll could do it for another day while hoping had other plans of my upcoming item reveal and checking the last presentation for Super Smash Bros Ultimate as example. For now though, Here's from my P-Pal's first Inktober art that he love to share today. 🎃👍🏼 He’ll be continuing this through weekdays and weekends if you’ll getting interests of checking more.