#i spent so much time on itttt :')

[teamfortresstwo]

Behold: homestuck jonahkola.

[burgerpony]

cult party kei pony ^_^

[the-acid-pear]

Still not over how the role of the phoneys in DSaF 3 is equal to the darkness in Deltarune down to the horrible morality and how little their lives matter I seriously will never be ok

[windupaidoneus]

ok ive slept (thinks about this harder)

been thinking abt emet teaching hilde black magic during shb. why not. he would already have been learning it... more potential for misery & angst afootttt

[moechies]

babe what ever happened to your kinktober i was looking forward to itttt 🥹🥹 are you planning on releasing those ideas as seperate fics ?

yes bby!!! i am planning to release them as separate fics, but they’ll still have the little diary entry cus i think it’s cute hehehe

i just got super overwhelmed bcs of midterms + work… and any free time i had i spent sleeping :,33 i haven’t been on tumblr much and so inconsistent especially with posting so i’m so glad there’s still lovely people around looking forward to it !!

lovely nonnie was there any you were looking forward to … >< i am working on da yuuji one rn because it was up next but i know lots of people are anticipating nagi so and so .. id love to get out something that people r looking forward to !!!

[makoodles]

https://twitter.com/Cj_KhalifP/status/1645196521636343810

i was thinking of this but with Tsu'tey and reader, they stay outside all day, under the sun.

the day after when she goes to his pod, she chats with his and then randomly she starts to peel off her skin.

and Tsu'tey screams at the top of his lugs (not a very manly scream) thinking her skin was coming off.

she and Jake took an entire day to explain why that was happening and why that was totally normal (and satisfying).

BUT

At the same time, this with Ronal and Tonowari, them and reader going on this private place where they stay all day.

happy to spent time together and relax with one another, but then the day after Reader is as read as a tomato, and she explains that is totally normal and that her blood did not exploded.

but man, when the peeling started? EVERYONE freak out, with Tsireya crying, Aonung in denial, Tonowari nervous and half crying like Tsireya but he needs her to calm down so he stays a little more calm.

Ronal going back and forth from the infarmary, and then there is reader.

she was just rocking the newborn to sleep and in the meanwhile peeling, and now the baby is cry, the new born is crying, Aounung looks on the verge of tears but he is still "u are like aliright...right?" tonowari is tonowaring and Ronal acts crazy.

poor reader had to explain it alone to 4 people, and then calm down the newborn by herself because the rest of the family was in to much distress.

lol

lmaoooo i love the human peeling from sunburn vs concerned na'vi partners trope

and the idea of their panic just making them absolutely useless as well ahahahaha i love itttt i know i'd get so annoyed with them though 😭

[arabellavernierwrites]

hiiii i love your work so far and you have such an easy to read and chill writing style i love itttt

idk how to do requests lol but ok:

would you do a super fluffy spencer reid x reader during season 5 when he’d been shot in the knee (or maybe he’s injured in another way i don’t mind) but he’s having trouble showering bc it hurts and it’s difficult and the reader basically washes his hair for him? and idk if you want to extend it maybe they could cuddle up and watch a movie or something? idk i thought it was cute hehe

nothing nsfw just a lil angst and mostly fluff

thank you so much !! :)

wash day. s.r.

summary : after being shot in the knee , spencer had been struggling to take a shower. in a moment of desperation , he lets you help him.

word count : 1669

warnings : mentions of injury , mentions of pain , mentions of fighting unconsciousness , descriptions of self-loathing , suggestions to nudity (bath)

a/n : hi guys ! thank you so much for sending in another request , it really brightens my day knowing you guys want to read my writing , and like it enough to want to send requests ! so thank you for being so good to me and offering so much kindness. i want to thank @c-m-stuff for being supportive of literally everything i post , so go celebrate maya’s 100 followers for mood boards , promoting your own fics , and headcannons (ends july 10) ! and thank you so much to @kaitlynpcallmebeepme for sending me such sweet and encouraging words the other day , she has so much amazing works that you have to check out. i cannot thank you all enough for being so wonderful to me. my requests are still open , so please send more ! and thank you to all that send requests in ! hope you have an amazing incredible wonderful day. love you guys !

you returned from work to a fairly quiet household. not much of your usual setting was disrupted, aside from a few of spencer’s things lying around.

a few weeks ago, he had been shot in the knee, causing him to hang around at home a lot more than he typically would. partially because hotch told him off every time he spent even 5 minutes exerting more energy than he needed, and partially because he loved spending every second with you. even though it was something you were sure he wouldn’t ever admit, his heart swelled every time you looked after him.

aside from a few misplaced items, spencer was nowhere to be found. a cause for concern, you decided to check the bedroom to see if he had hit the hay early that day, only to be met with an empty bed.

you jumped as a loud clatter of metal rang out in the bathroom behind you, “spencer? are you alright, sweetheart?”

the shower timidly turned on, the water pattering off the tile below, muffling the sound of his voice, “i’m alright”.

spencer didn’t often lie, he didn’t have to. he knew that whatever fib he told wouldn’t stand a chance against his truthful tone. which is why you knew he wasn’t alright.

“can i come in?” you asked sweetly, placing your hand on the door knob.

“of course,” he muttered quietly, defeat evident in his voice.

you opened the bathroom door to spencer seated on the edge of the tub, his crutches fallen to the ground, his shirt drenched, and his hair partially wet. he looked up at you through his lashes, a hint of sadness and a plea for help swirled within his gaze.

“what happened?” you asked, sincerely, taking a seat next to him.

his lower lip threatened to quiver as his head turned to the floor, embarrassment not allowing him to meet your eyes, “i feel gross”.

you rubbed a hand up and down his back, the wet fabric clinging to his skin, “what do you mean?”

“my hair feels gross, my body feels gross,” he shook his head softly, “i just wanted to shower. but i can’t”.

“it’s difficult with the leg, isn’t it?” you questioned, he nodded his head.

“i tried earlier when you were at work, but this happened,” he pushed his hair off of his forehead, showing a small, red welt near his temple, “the movement is painful too”.

“my sweet thing,” you tutted, “did you clean it?”

he shook his head, the shame and frustration of not being able to care for himself returning. insecurity building with each day of failed attempts at getting clean. feeling uncomfortable, gross, and unattractive made his mind hazy with self-repulsion.

“it just hurts,” he whispered, “it’s too painful to do by myself”.

he thought back to the first time he tried to shower on his own. he bumped his knee while trying to take his clothes off. the pain was so excruciating he spent several minutes fighting unconsciousness, gripping the bathroom countertop to keep himself from collapsing on the floor, hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he breathed deeply. he spent the rest of the day in bed, his head buried into the pillow, desperate to dull the ache that seemed to consume his entire body.

“well, i’ll help,” you stood, turning to face spencer, “let’s get you a nice bath”.

you reached out, assisting him in getting up from the bathtub to sit on the lid of the toilet seat.

“is it alright if i undress you?” you asked, holding onto the bottom of his sopping shirt. he nodded, allowing you to take full control.

you gently peeled his shirt over his head, tossing it into the laundry basket next to you. his shoulders were hunched over, clearly experiencing some discomfort with being shirtless when he felt so self-conscious about his current, un-showered state.

you knelt down in front of him, helping unclip and remove the mechanical brace that had been keeping his leg at a slight angle. it was placed on the bathroom counter as you took your time removing all of his remaining clothing, needing to maneuver a few times to rid him of his pants and undergarments.

despite being as careful as possible, he was full of whines, groans, and pained whimpers.

“i need a second,” he quietly panted, discomfort firing off throughout his body.

when he was ready, you braced each other’s arms, taking your time as he struggled with his balance getting into the bath. wobbling, nervous, and gripping you tightly, spencer had finally been able to get in there for the first time in days.

“look at you,” you cheered, celebrating his victory as he failed to hide a smile, “i’m gonna have your back face the faucet”.

he grimaced as you helped lower him to sit in the tub, his pain evident in the white-knuckled grip he had on your hands.

“i’ll be back in just a second, okay?” you hurried into the kitchen, grabbing a cup from the cabinet, and a small towel from the hall closet.

you placed the cloth over his bandaged knee, being as cautious as you could to not touch it, “i don’t want this to get wet”.

spencer looked up at you with appreciation for your kind heart. his sweet brown eyes with his long lashes, you couldn’t help yourself from leaning in for a kiss.

“i love your hair,” you smiled, filling the cup with water from the running faucet behind spencer, “you have the softest boy hair ever”.

spencer chuckled, “what does that mean?”

you leaned him back slightly, pouring the contents of cup on his head, angling it to not get any water in his eyes, “i feel like guys always have really coarse hair. sure, it might be healthy, but it isn’t soft like girl hair”.

“you have much experience with guy hair?” he asked, humor evident in his tone.

“not necessarily,” you squeezed yourself a handful of shampoo, “girl hair on the other hand”.

spencer laughed, for the first time in days it wasn’t feigned or forced, “i know. you can’t keep your hands off penelope, emily, or jj when they visit”.

“part of girlhood, i guess,” you shrugged, “we spend our recesses in elementary school braiding each other’s hair, help each other curl our hair for middle school dances, and eventually completely fry it together in high school”.

“the only two people that touched my hair before you were my mom and that one guy at supercuts,” spencer closed his eyes as you emulsified the shampoo at his roots, massaging in the frothy suds.

“i kinda miss the elevated bowl cut,” you teased.

spencer groaned, trying hard not to roll his eyes, “i don’t”.

you rinsed his head clean of the soap.

“when you used to gel it back for work? super hot,” you reached for your pricey conditioner, an expense you liked treating yourself to every once in a while.

“when we watched all of those black and white films together,” he reminisced, “that was my homage to gregory peck. or at least my attempt at it”.

“it was cute,” you nodded, “i really liked the glasses with it too”.

you rubbed the conditioner together in your hands, fingering through his long locks to free them from any knots that may have tangled themselves together from the shampoo.

his body relaxed itself, no longer so tense from the awkwardness of trying to get into the bathtub.

you appreciated this moment of silence. just you and the man you love more than anything. something as simple as washing his hair being the highlight of your day, solely because it’s time spent with him. a simple conversation between the two of you enough to make your heart swell the way it did when you first met.

“we’re almost done,” you rinsed the remaining conditioner from his ends.

as the last cup of water rid his hair of any product, you prepared yourself to help him up.

“we did it!” you cheered squeezing out any excess water from his dripping hair.

the thought of getting him back on the floor safely was daunting. it was difficult before, but now everything was sopping too.

you were slow and careful, assisting him in getting back on his feet. you gripped him harder than necessary, worried he was gonna come crashing to the ground and split his knee back open. your brows furrowed in concentration, both of his feet coming to rest on the bath mat.

you grabbed a towel from the rack as he caught his breath, unable to hide the pain from his face.

gently, you dried him off, wrapping the cloth around his waist as you ordered him to sit back down on the lid of the toilet seat. he panted in victory, his first shower in nearly a week had been completed successfully, all thanks to you.

“you did a great job,” you grabbed the other towel, draping it over his head.

placing both hands down, you rubbed in circles. drying his hair fairly quickly, you tossed the towel off to this side, landing in a crumpled bunch at the bottom of the laundry basket.

spencer smiled up at you through the hair that hung in front of his face, “thank you”.

“of course,” you swept it out of his eyes, “let’s get you into some comfy clothes”.

as spencer sat on the edge of the bed in his plaid pants, you were planted cross-legged behind him, hair brush in hand. you took your time, tender strokes through his nearly shoulder-length hair. brushing and brushing again, he progressively slumped over, tiredness trying to take over.

“how about we call it a night?” you asked, turning him to lay down next to you.

“okay,” he answered quietly, pulling you into his arms as you turned off the bedside lamp, “thank you for your help today”.

you grinned, giving him a quick kiss, “anything for you”.

[pleaseeeimjustagirl]

🎀30 Day Glow Up Challenge🎀 - day twenty six

♡ Mindset : I haven’t been reading my book for 10 minutes like I’m suppose to which is so bad. But I’ve been working on other things like my affirmations and when I don’t read my book I watch self help podcasts which definitely help.

♡ Health : I’m walked over 6K steps today. I am so proud of myself for putting in that effort to get in those steps and I worked out I missed my workouts and Thursday so I am making up for that this weekend. I feel so good and I’m definitely seeing a change in my glutes and the shape of them. I went grocery shopping and I followed my meal plan as well as continuing my research on reverse dieting.

♡ Self Care : the walk I took was very therapeutic and needed I went with my sister and we just talked about a lot and had a good laugh. Reading and playing games as well make me feel relaxed. I tried to make a collagen smoothie hateddd itttt. I’ll update you girliesss on my next experiment lol.

♡ Experience : I spent some time with my sister which was very nice and I was creating a meal plan for my reverse diet using Canva it’s so much fun being creative.

Tell me how you’re doing babes I would love to know my inbox and requests are open<33333

[brutalitybunny]

foe the character ask game: 2, 3, and/or 14 + the Gay Dragon Dads™️

YYAAAAAAY thank you.

2; favorite canon thing about them

for datz OH GOD DO I JUST PICK ONE...? i just love Him okay ?!?! but i think the way he gets so serious and takes the revolution SO SERIOUSLY is so fucking cool...and adds so much depth to his character. the way he's such a joke dumbass character but when phoenix presses him, datz's psyche locks are about how much he loves the defiant dragons and would never abandon them...im sick!!!

for dhurke it has to be how he's a fucking loserNo sorry help. but the way he's so like cool macho dad and then when apollo is Not Having it, dhurke's just like .... ah. scratches cheek bashfully. it's adorable. and i love that apollo doesnt instantly give him dad status back ok. it's a little awkward and clumsy and he's great and theyre great. Or i guess you can say my favorite thing abt him is his clumsy masculinity...it's like almost toxic. his "boys dont cry" his "men just love to fight and drink" like it's adorable to me

my favorite canon thing abt them together is Dhurke! You're a sight for sore eyes! I knew you'd come save me!

3; least favorite canon thing about them

this one is so harder ok. WELL. i guess my least favorite thing about datz is. dude i literally don't know. there isnt anything. He's Everything. i like that he spent like a day of a trial trying to pin a murder on maya (on accident okay he didnt mean itttt) i like that he throws firecrackers at children i like that he's a fucking wreck who keeps making things harder for everyone. i love him. what's his fucking problem

for dhurke it's him saying that amara is the only person he loved Like are you crazy for real PLEASEEEE. IM NOT SAYING HE CANT LOVE AMARA BUT ITS LIKE. HEY. HUH? YOU RAISED KIDS WITH DATZ AND YOU IGNORE HIM

my least favorite thing about them both is THEYRE NOT ACTUALLY EVEN CANON. BTW. LET'S REMEMBER THIS. BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE SOMETIMES WE FORGET. NOOO. CAPCOM DIDNT EVEN BOTHER MAKING THEM CANON FOR REAL. EVEN IF THEY RAISED KIDS TOGETHE

14; assign an aesthetic to this character

oh okay. according to my pinterest datz gets Gear fetishism and im trying again

datz should be a crust punk and dhurke should be. dhurke should be. Wait. duh. Parrothead. he's in margaritaville. he's on island time. it's 5 oclock somewhere. ok?

[azurlily]

Aww listen mean girl historia has feelings for you and after a while of trying to avoid it she ends up taking you aw on date

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!!!!!!!! I got another one like this, if you could tell me of that was you please do so it isn't a random request I dont know if I should do or not.

Mean Girl!Historia Reiss with a crush asking you out on a date

She'd tried so hard, so, so, so hard not to fall for you. Historia thought that these feelings would dissipate after a few days. Maybe weeks at best.

No, they didn't. It took her about 3 months to finally realize she's utterly in love with you. To realize that this isn't some small infatuation.

She started looking at you in a new light. She started looking at you as less of a plaything for when she's bored and more of a cute girl who'd look good with no clothes on...

AHEM anyway...

She starts watching you more often. She has a hard time keeping her eyes off of you. Wether it's in the halls or in the locker room, her eyes always find a way to wander.

She needed a way to turn the tables.

She'd been a bully, and a horrible one at that. She knows it, but in her eyes that doesn't matter. So you better get over it.

Before Historia asks you out she starts small with gifts. She buys you little trinkets and toys she believes you'll like.

Wether you actually like them or not is an entirely different story.

Historia decided after about a few weeks of been less of a bitch, and buying you things, maybe even pulling you into the locker room to kiss you. She decided it was time.

Time to ask you out, I mean.

Historia did it in an. . .odd way, to say the least. Most people would bring a bouquet of flowers or maybe even do a big gesture. Instead you found a note in you locker, there were hearts around you name. It said:

Dear, [name].

You and I are going on a day trip, wherever you want, for as long as you want. Call it whatever, but it's a date, wether you like it or not. You're mine. I expect to see you outside your house on [insert date here.]

You knew who it was from. How could you not? Any other guy or girl that might have liked you was too scared to ask you out, due to the fact that Historia didn't play nice.

When the date rolled around(wether it was a school day or not) you were standing in your driveway with some cute clothes that Historia had given you the day before.

She would be in her bright blue sun dress, and you'd better compliment her. She took a lot of time getting ready and you better say you've noticed.(even if you haven't)

She takes you to whatever store you want. Even if she takes no interest in whatever it is, she'll act like she does for the sake of the date going smoothly. She'll laugh and smile at anything you say.

If you get extremely exited about something in particular. If she notices you excitment or if it's blatantly obvious, she'll encourage it. She does feel bad for the shit she's done to you and taking you out on dates is her way of apologizing.

That doesn't mean she's going to stop tormenting you. It just means she'll apologize for it with dates, among other things.

She buys you bags full of whatever, no matter how much money she spent, she'll keep buying you stuff. She buys you books, clothes, food, drinks, electronic devices(think new phone, drawing tablet, tv, ect).

She might even buy you an animal. She's in such bliss on the dates, she just loves seeing you smile and laugh when you see something you like. She feels at home and safe and she'll keep doing dates like these just to make you(and herself) happy.

There are other dates she takes you on. Dates with just dinner and you as dessert.

That isn't something were talking about though...

HIIII HOPED YOU LIKED ITTTT!!!

[tinypaintedthings]

obscurebelief answered:

He stared at the younger with a question that he never heard of before. And if it were good witch or bad witch, it'd still feel a lot less complicated given he is just him. Good to some, bad to most.

"Wizard of what?" He asked, staring at Wil but listened. "Um. Yes I've flown broomstick before. Oh? Are you a witch?" He asked, "or wizard? One of those?"

He was avoiding the question. But he thought on it. Specialty? He only had deadly ones nowadays. Phoenix friend? Maybe. Obscurus Magic? Was that possible? He didn't know. Death and Torture magic? Yes.

He didn't know what he was, he just was Aurelius. He didn't seek out really anything, never really given thought until now. "I... I don't know. I um.. I never thought of what I did before. I write, I take care of my phoenix, I learn everything I can." He didn't know if he should add killing and harming others yet.

Wil had barely aged if at all since last time he met the boy in New York. Back when he was a broken and nearly dead Second Salemer. His eyes stared at Wil. "I don't know at all. I am usually labelled as a monstrosity, wanted monster, Obscurial, I never really thought of staying with one profession..

Every once in a while I accidentally travel through time. First the 80's in Hawkins, Indiana. And now the 2020's." He was not exactly good with either time to. Given he still had trouble figuring out how microwaves worked or phones for that matter.

__________________________

“Me?” He asked with a bubbled laugh. “No~,” he laughed, again. “I thought you knew, silly. I’m Peter Pan’s son. I’m half Fae.” He found it amusing. He thought the guy had known, considering ... well... they met before, even though couldn’t remember much of any of those details, but he did see him drop in talking about the dragons with Harry that one day.

But the man was seriously derailing from the question...

“No, no, not all that stuff,” Wil interjected at the guy’s explanation. “I mean where do you draw your magic from? Like for me, I draw mine from dream and from the season of Autumn, so does my other dad, the biological one. My brother though, he was ... is a witch,” he caught himself because he still had no word on that. Wil had sent out his letter ages ago, but he still hadn’t heard back. He would believe, though, that he was alive and sitting in his garden. “But he drew his magic from the plants mostly and the Earth, I believe. Itttt’s been a long time.”

Wil shook his head and listened more about the guy being called a monster.

“Humans are like that. Well, a lot of them are. They used to call me that, too when I was little and lived here. I was a freak. I think maybe just sometimes we’re in the wrong company is all. I mean when you’re surrounded by freaks it’s the normal people who are freaks. It’s perspective. It’s why I live now in Neverland. I don’t have to pretend there or try to fit in to what others call ‘normal,’ besides, I don’t like hopping around places. I spent enough of my human life doing that and I’d have to move a lot to not let on that I don’t age. You should be careful, though, about traveling through time. It can mess up things badly.”

[yonpote]

thinking about mechanic au againnn wahhhhh i wanna write it i just have to do itttt

i thought really hard if i wanted to write a sex scene. i don't write smut generally speaking but i do wanna try, but. hm idk if i feel the most comfortable... how can i say this.... i don't know if i feel the most comfortable writing about two trans women having sex for a largely TME (transmisogyny-exempt) audience. even tho i am a trans guy, it just wouldn't feel right for me and honestly it makes me a bit uncomfortable reading some fics about trans ppl written by cis ppl. NOT TO SAY THAT CIS PEOPLE SHOULD NEVER WRITE ABOUT TRANS PEOPLE, OR TRANS MEN SHOULD NEVER WRITE ABOUT TRANS WOMEN, EVEN IN SEX SCENES, but honestly truly!! deadass on god!!!!! i dunno if ive read a transfem phan fic that isn't completely barebones or just about sex! which, again! i'm not saying that you shouldnt ever write about trans women having sex if you are not a trans woman, but idk considering the distinct lack of transfems within dan and phil online fan spaces (tho there are a handful and plenty of them watch but dont participate in these specific spaces), it just feels uncomfortable. tho i DO wanna add some allusions to sex i guess, cuz it would still be an important thing for lara AND phil.

ok onto some more character building!

when phil started dating and sleeping with other women, obv it was great she fuckin loved it she got treated so much better than some of the gay guys did, but like. shes the only trans woman she knows of in her really small town, and she's only out to the one gay bar and the rest of the world still sees her as a man as she started taking hormones only recently at that point and doesn't particularly want to change her wardrobe. even tho she connected better with the other queer women, she still felt a disconnect, hence finally moving to manchester to start over fresh. i wrote that shes not out at her mechanic job, but maybe she's stealth. yes, a stealth butch transfem lol but maybe the owner's naivete towards queerness benefits her in this one case where hes just like "yeah girls who look like lads come in to t'shops all the time i dont get it but a payin' customer is a payin' customer"

im trying to flesh out phil more cuz her story is sooooo different from irl phil's, at least at her point of transition, where as lara's is at least superficially similar to irl dan just replace gay with trans. like she realizes it at a young age, keeps it quiet, endures the hardships, until she's finally able to move out and start hrt around 17 (i decided im ignoring how trans healthcare actually works in the uk, out of principle of fucking hating it) and meets a bunch of queer friends in uni! i think she's still introverted in terms of like, she doesn't LOVE going out to the clubs but she'll do it cuz fomo or cuz she knows she has to leave the house outside of work SOMETIMES. also, idk how obvious it is in my art of lara so far, but i decided she's definitely fatter than irl dan, a mix of hrt and antidepressants can cause that. but its not something that bothers her, she spent her childhood as a quite skinny boy so seeing herself heavier makes her happy cuz it means that she's eating well which wasn't always the case growing up near the poverty line.

alright now im at the point of, ok i think i got the characters down. i just need to write the actual story part... *head in hands*

[da-janela-lateral]

I spent SO MUCH time not knowing that "characters in maid costumes" arts were supposed to be suggestive. I thought they were supposed to be funny because "haha they're maids and have to clean up stuff and they hate itttt". It took me long to realize they weren't embarassed because it was a ridiculous outfit...

[godpilot]

oooh wouldn't it be nice if we were older, then we wouldn't have to wait so long!! and wouldn't it be nice to live together, in the kind of world where we belong? YOU KNOW IT'S GONNA MAKE IT THAT MUCH BETTER, WHEN WE CAN SAY GOODNIGHT AND STAAAAY TOGETHERRRR.. WOULDN'T IT BE NICE IF WE COULD WAKE UP, IN THE MORNING WHEN THE DAY IS NEW, AFTER HAVING SPENT THE DAY TOGETHER, HOLD EACH OTHER CLOSE THE WHOLE NIGHT THROOOUGH!!! BUT HAPPY TIMES TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN SPENDING.. I WISH THAT EVERY KISS WAS NEEEEEVER ENDIIIING! OH WOULDN'T IT BE NIIICE? ... MAYBE IF WE THINK AND WISH AND HOPE AND PRAY, IT MIGHT COME TRUE OH, BABY, THEN THERE WOULDN'T BE A SINGLE THING WE COULDN'T DOOOO OH, WE COULD BE MARRIED (OH, WE COULD BE MARRIED) AND THEN WE'D BE HAPPY (AND THEN WE'D BE HAPPY) OH, WOULDN'T IT BE NICE.... you know it seems the more we talk about it, it only makes it worse to liiiiive without it... BUT LET'S TAAAAALK ABOUT ITTTT,,, BUT WOULDN'T IT BE NIIIICE!!! (goodnight, my baby, sleep tight, my baby....)

[icharchivist]

Orologia's theme just came on on YouTube and it got me thinking about how important that final fight is

Everyone (the Eternals) whose lives were made better by Orologia, fighting together to help them, even though they never asked for it. They never asked for anyone's help and were content to toil for eons without a thanks

Their child of a million timelines extending a hand and saying "I see you and I see what you've done for me. You've done so much for everyone and never thought about yourself once. But I'm not going to just let you sacrifice yourself here"

And then they use their powers, the powers that are the reason for all of this, really, to save their own parent from the brink of death

Just refusing to go with destiny. Love prevailing. Physically altering the course of destiny

It's so good

It's poetry

I started crying listening to the song and thinking about this

I will never be okay

momdad..................

But same the song always bring back the memories of this final fight. And tbh i mostly always think about MC in particular because this is the focus of the event, how Logia wanted MC to have the happiest of life even though MC should by all account never know about how much Logia influenced their happiness.

But it's not just MC right... Everyone we know is allowed to a sort of happiness because Logia wanted the best life for them too. Because they were potential friends, because they were potential tragedies, because they just wanted to make sure they'll have a good future.

Especially Seox whom they had watched over in the simulations so many times too.... Trying to give them a happy life, having to accept that they will have to put this child through hell in order to make sure he'll have the happiest life possible down the line despite the grief and the guilt.

But everyone who's fighting Orologia during that fight, that Logia expects will kill them.... None of them are aware of just how hard Logia has been trying to have all of them have a happy life. None of them know how much Logia has loved them and wanted the best for them.

It could have been so easy for everyone involved to just see Orologia as a threat to the skyrealm that they needed to take down. Orologia wanted to keep them in ignorance so it would have been easy for them to do that.

But with the dragons explaining Orologia's situation, with MC probably having seen some of the simulation, they all saw this dragon on rampage and all thought, if we can stop it, if we can give them a happy ending, then so be it.

Orologia spent their life giving away and being a silent watcher to make sure everyone would have a happy ending, even if it meant they would die. Instead everyone, without even realizing the impact Orologia had on their lives, defied fate so that They would have a happy ending as well.

Orologia was saved by the love they had given silently.

And also and also thinking about how Orologia has a breakdown early in the event because MC keeps dying because they're "too kind", that they hold back from killing their enemies because Logia raised them with so much love MC holds back and shares happiness with them instead, and it's not enough to keep MC safe, and it's why Logia has to face they have to leave MC's life.... Only for MC to save Logia because they held back, because they wanted to share this happiness with Logia, because they were too kind. And instead of killing MC or Logia it saved both of them.

AND WHILE AT ITTTT the song is in dragon speech so it's already delicate for us to know the meaning BUT BY FUCKING GOD ONCE TRANSLATED TO ENGLISH

irrationally messed up by the "Thank you, you of the present, hello, nice to meet you", the idea of this unconditional love they're already giving to this version of us they have never met of us, but that they already love anyway because it's us, and that they are happy they can meet us, for real, this time, outside of a simulation

Just defying Fate, and a Miracle was enough. And it's worth it. and i'm crying. God. Orologia......

[pampulonad]

AGHSNAHANWAGAANAHSNA IM SO NORMAL ABOUT YOUR REPLY TO MY ASK,, @^@""""""""""""

also.. yesterday I spent 4. hours hard (/gender neutral) as fuuuuuuc b/c I ate ice cream + applesauce + fiber gummies + multiple glasses of water + fuit gummi (later in) and it made my belly SO. FUCKING. BIG AND ROOOOUND HOLY SHIT I FELT SO SO SO SEXY,,, I took SOOOOO many pictures of myself in tight clothes, different angles and some mirror pics, and I took some like progression photos ? and I am o b s e s s e d with swiping through them and seeing my belly bloat up bigger and bigger and oh my godddd. my belly was just fucking BULGING and felt sooo HEAVY and FULL and in the pics you can see the band of my lower belly puff up bigger and bigger and,,

hHHH I fucking groped and fondled and grabbed at my teenie littl belly roll and hips and thighs and ass for HOURS and I felt so fucking hot holy shittt I am actually in love with my own body bro I cannot lie ;; I've been trying passively lol to put a little weight on for the past few years, since (a) processing that I was underweight and (b) accepting that I am more attracted to big squishy bodies, b/c I realized I wanted a bigger squishier body

but yeah my tummy is still so so smol but I love it SOOOOOOOOO SO MUCH and I kept moaning that I have the sexiest tummy alive and moaning about my yummy roll(s) and squish and @~@"""""""" moaning that I'm so in love with my body as I made love to it and !!!!!! 🏳️‍⚧️ pleasure and self-intimacy (emotional and physical and sexual and mental and textual and medical and) ftw-

oghF and I haven't even gotten to how sloshy i was,, and later on that band of my lower belly got sooo gurgly~ and I recorded its grumbles and t-o-u-c-h-e-d-m-y-s-e-l-f to the playback and nngh..

and yeah this all took place over 5-6 hours @_@""

mMphhhhhhfUCK I am HORNIEE all over again for how fucking full I felt and how fucking sexy I was and the audio I captured and holy fuckkk I forgor to mention I recorded myself c-u-m-m-i-n-g for the first time (have never captured that before) and it is m e s m e r i z i n g ,, ? ?? I've never actually seen or heard what I'm like when I c-u-m and umhh.. to put it simply itttt VALIDATES the data is collected for 4 hours leading up to it so to summarize the results: in conclusion i am SOOOOOOOOO fucking sexyy,,,, I literally g-o-t off AGAIN to the video of me c-u-m-m-i-n-g in which I ram my fingers into my stomach to make my belly slosh all heavy and =@~@=""" in sync with myself just 30 minutes after..

but umhhh yea I wanted to share,,,, @~@""" I am still thinking about it and sweating profusely-

,.. ps I had some post c-o-i-t-a-l dysphoria afterward that I just distracted from eventually, but y'all got any advice or resources for handling that post-nut clarity? for me i know it's goin to involve some self acceptance, this is my kink and this is what I g-e-t-o-f-f to... i did some soothing affirmative self-talk that it's okay this is what I like and it's okay for me to love myself like this but. yeah if you or anyone has some words of wisdom I'd. take them

~ 💚💛

being comfortable with and loving your body? we love that here. i can confidently say that even with my intense voice dysphoria i still really find myself flushing hard at audios of myself when i jack off.

it’s poetic in a way to know how you sound during such an intimate moment because once you’re able to think and hear it for yourself, it feels so. idk? sexy???? mesmerizing as you put it

also for the last part: if you’re talking like “oh god i got off to this thing” i mostly just go “what the hell. everyone’s got weird shit they get off to and it ain’t right to be shaming others so why shame myself? bit of a double standard buddy” and then move on to whatever i want to do.

i don’t really bathe in the afterglow because my brain is quick to get distracted. the best i can say for handling it is that you are your own worst critic… just fuck yourself safely LOL