#i tried coloring it you know and it looked really bad so idk if i'll finish it...atleast ill try again once tmrw but IDK

[ternterntern0]

i might not finish it but here is the boy again!!

[oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse]

Indecent

Ominis Gaunt x reader

Summary - Request for “Idk if this has been done already but I have this prompt where MC is changing and doesn't mind Ominis in the room (cause you know....blind). He hears the shuffling of clothes and asks "Ermmm MC ... What are you doing?". They reply " Changing, duh." MC is oblivious, doesn't see what's wrong with it and poor Ominis is there fumbling with his words, face red and lecturing MC even though he's blind they shouldn't do that.”

Word Count - 671

Warnings - none

A/N - short and too the point fluff

Ominis had just shown up to your room as planned since you were going out to Hogsmeade together today. You had been sitting on your bed with a book, distracted from the time and realized you forgot to get ready for the outing.

"Hey Ominis!" You greet him as if you had totally remembered he was showing up, hopping up you lead him over to have a seat on your bed.

"Y/N, are you excited to try out the new sweets today? I've heard they were imported." He flashed a bright smile at the thought.

You loved seeing him so animated, but that gave you all the more reason to hurry and get changed so you could head out.

"I am, I hope they have some of those cinnamon crumblies I've heard Natsai mention before," your voice was muffled as you struggled to tug your shirt over your head, the buttons only half undone.

Ominis cleared his throat in confusion. He could hear what sounded like clothes hitting in the floor and you stomping around the room in a rush.

"Y/N? What on earth are you doing?"

You froze on the spot, your shirt lay in the floor as you had been searching for your another in your drawers. You looked back at him and his gaze was fixed on you even though he wasn't actually witnessing you being half dressed.

"Um. I'm changing?"

You had time to take in his expression of shock before you continued your rummaging, not the least bit concerned about his presence.

"What?!" He closed his eyes for your sake, his face as red as beets.

"You — if you weren't ready you didn't have to let me in."

You shrugged pulling on your sweater and tugging off the bottom of your uniform as well. You laughed when you looked back at him, the color extending all the way to the tips of his ears.

"I can't really be indecent if you can't see it, can I?"

He tripped over his words, trying to come up with a reasonable reply, swiping his hand over his face.

"I still know what you're doing. I don't ever see anything, but I — that doesn't mean I can control my thoughts now that I know."

His thoughts were definitely going wild in his head, imaging what you had taken on or off at a given time. Had you been missing clothes when you led him through the door?

"It's not appropriate to not at least warn me," he concluded with a huff, crossing his arms.

You tried to take him seriously, but the anger he was trying to portray didn't lend itself to the embarrassment he already had written all over him. You finished putting on the rest of your clothes before you walked over to him, standing in front of where he perched on your bed.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and sighed, "I'm sorry, Ominis. I didn't mean to be rude."

He opened his mouth to reply, but you cut him off before he had the chance to speak, "Next time, I'll tell you every time I'm taking something off."

He let his mouth fall open at your words, pushing you back from him to stand up.

"Next time?! There shouldn't be a next time. I mean, not that I — I —" You had officially rendered him speechless, he felt he was talking himself into the ground and nothing he could say to redeem the situation and get the lecture through your head.

"You're a bad influence, Y/N." He leaned his head up against a post of your bed in defeat, "Are you at least finished now?"

"Yes, Ominis." You grabbed for your robes off of the wall, "I am completely decent and ready to go treat your sweet tooth."

He turned around, attempting to recover the situation and return his focus to the candy, he smiled once more. You pinched his cheek before he swatted your hand away and hurried you out the door.

[panpanghost]

_"Happy birthday Wukong!" Macaque said smiling, waking his old buddy from his sleep.

_"Wha-" Wukong couldn't believe his eyes, how could he? He hasn't heard these words in decades. And that smell, oh that sweet gorgeous smell; the peach cake Macaque used to make him every year for his birthday. When was the last time he took a bite? He can't remember.

_"What? Did you think just because I lost my memory I'll forget your birthday?" Said Macaque jokingly.

Macaque can't remember anything that happened to him, the last thing he remembers is helping Wukong go to sleep after he came back from the celestial realm. He told Wukong red is his favorite color then Wukong started crying and he managed to get him to bed somehow... even that memory is a bit hazy.

But now, Macaque opened his eyes in a new bed with his body all sore and a blind eye. The weird black crown on his head was also stuck there, as if he doesn't have enough of things to worry about. But just because he's having a hard time doesn't mean he can't make new good times, like celebrating with Wukong.

_"How stupid of me to think that." Wukong answered with a smile trying to hold his tears back.

_"Are you ok?" Macaque asked softly with eyes filled with worry. He knows Wukong would jump at him and try to shove the entire cake in his mouth, but right now, Wukong is trying not to cry, that's nothing like him. Did something happen?

_"Of course I am! I'm better than ok! I'm great! Let's eat this baby already!"

_"Wukong." Macaque became serious, "Talk to me."

_"I-" Wukong took a second to look into Macaque's eyes. These beautiful eyes, the only ones that stare at him with so much love and adoration, he can feel them hugging him and sheltering him from the outside word.

He needed to talk but something in him was knitting his mouth shut every time he tried to speak. The same thing was begging him to lie and keep these wonderful feelings close.

_"It's ok," Macaque said and placed the cake on the counter then sat next to Wukong, "I'm right here." He held his hand and smiled, like he used to when Wukong would hurt himself and Macaque would stay by his side confronting him and tending to his wounds.

_"I-" Wukong needed to come up with a lie fast, what if he tells the truth and Macaque remembers everything, how would he look at him then? What if he disappears out of his life and never returns?

_"Yes?" Macaque asked,

_"There was a bad demon that hurt you last year, we weren't able to celebrate my birthday because you couldn't wake up. I'm sorry. I didn't want to bring it up."

_"It's alright." Macaque got closer and hugged Wukong, for some reason Wukong's hug was tighter than he remembers and it also lasted longer. Poor Wukong, he must've been really worried, Macaque will make it up to him this year. But... did Wukong just apologize? Also, was it the same demon that took his eye?

(I am bored, don't ask where this is going, idk either.)

[princesssmars]

plsssss do something for michael munroe im so starved

i could change your mind

some college football player mike headcanons.

contains: fluff. some nsfw. american football gross. mike is cocky whats new. fem!reader. hair nor skin color described.

a/n: anon i lowkey miss him too so i'll do a few headcanons for you anon. sorry that my until dawn rewrite is like on hiatus I just feel like it's gonna be such a flop so my brain says it cant be bad if I don't write it ??? idk. ty for making me do this. set in college but i've decided to start a year late so if i get shit wrong sorry scholars. (heart fingers emoji I'm on desktop fml.)

idk why but the first thing that popped into my head was him loving a sport...like he gives smart but also dumbass jock to me we let's go with he did football in high school and he's at college on a scholarship.

if you're like me you don't give two shits about the sport you probably would not like twice in a football player's way, which he definitely sees as a challenge. he'll come up to you in the dining hall and try to hit on you in front of his jock friends, spouting a "whatever you say, sweetheart" when you reject him with a grimace.

to your surprise and horror he's in one of your advanced classes in your second semester, sitting with his feet up next to your seat with a smile when you walk in. you do call him troglodyte for having his shoes on the table but he says with an easy smile that he's in with the teacher who said it was alright.

great.

for the first three weeks, you try to ignore his questions and poking at all costs, but when you get paired up on an important assignment you decide to hold your disdain on pause. he invites you to "study in his dorm" which nearly gives you a migraine, until he chuckles and tells you he's joking, telling you you can meet at common ground and study in the library.

you hold your tongue instead of giving a quip about how he probably won't be able to keep his mouth shut, but once you actually get there you realize the worst thing ever: mike munroe isn't a moron. he's actually pretty smart, maybe nearly as smart as you, and shows pretty good leadership with how he takes in both your academic strengths and divides the workload based on them. its not hard to see why he's the quarterback.

after you get an a+ on your project, you start to warm up to mike. his stupid quips in class start to actually become funny, leading to numerous moments where he makes you snort in class and the professor rolls his eyes.

your friendship soon grows enough that mike has the confidence to invite you to one of his games while you're walking around campus, and if you start to say no he informs you that he will not hesitate to get on his knees and beg in front of everyone. that makes you feel a little weird so you groan and tell him fine.

the whole time you don't really know what's going on, even though ten minutes before he had to get ready he tried to cram all of the rules into your head. even though you don't know everything you can tell when something good happens, like when he makes the touchdown that wins your school the game. he celebrates with his team members and his crowd of fangirls before coming over to you, clearly waiting for you to say football is fun or something,

you don't. but the after-party definitely was. you don't know what that frat guy put in the punch but it was good, and had you nearly drunk in only two hours. nearly being a keyword, because someone who was past the point decided to do a childish game of seven minutes, and you decided to play along for fun.

but it wasn't so funny when they spun the bottle and it landed on you, then the next turn between two people to point towards the couch where mike was watching with his friends. they both burst out laughing at the horrified look on your face as you reluctantly follow him inside the closet.

for the first minute it's quiet, soft noises from the two of you adjusting your bodies in the quiet space and "sorry"'s when you bump into the other.

he takes your silence for uncomfortableness, telling you he's alright with just sitting with you. "one of my favorite things to do actually"

you don't really know why but you kiss him after that. when you pull away you can faintly see his blank face. great. you ruined everything. you're about to give some half-assed excuse before his hand is on the back of your neck and he's pulling you back into him and pressing your body into his.

things get weird after that night.

you're still friends after that night, of course. except now its...different.

you still have your movie nights laughing at people making dumb decisions in horror movies, except now you'll sometimes wind up on mike's lap with your tongue down his throat.

you still text each other stupid pictures you found on snapchat (he insists on using it, fuckboy he is. or used to be, weirdly). except now before you go to sleep he'll send you a picture of his bulge with a smiley face at the bottom. if you send a picture back he'll send a long voice message that you don't open for your own sanity.

but you aren't like. dating. and you don't know why in passing you hear his teammate nick call you "mike's girl". because you aren't. at all.

and plus its not like you've slept together or even gone on an actual date. you're just...closer than normal friends are.

and then he leaves the next december to spend a week with his old friends, and you kind of mope around campus while he's gone. he makes sure to text you constant updates until the night where he arrives at the cabin, where he leaves you delivered for two days. he did say his ex was going to be there, so that nagging voice in the back of your head is telling you the worse.

until you finally get the call from some random number in alberta. when you pick up after some initial confusion you hear mike on the other side.

"mike? what the actual hell? its been two days, thought you somehow managed to get lost in the snow."

he laughed on the other line, able to tell you're insult at his intelligence meant you cared. his voice sounds hoarse.

"yeah, yeah i know. i'm sorry. something came up and i...i've been stuck in this damn police station-"

"police station? jesus, how hard did you guys party."

he calls your name and it's serious. he only sounds like that when something important or bad has happened.

"mike? is everything ok?"

"no, no its not. josh is...he's gone. the cabins gone. we're all pretty messed up."

you don't give a response, waiting for him to elaborate if he wants to.

"i don't know what to say..i'm so sorry."

"it's alright. i'll explain more when i get back. i just wanted to hear your voice."

"now you're really scaring me."

he laughs again, the scratch of his voice returning.

"thank you."

"for what? constantly insulting you and bringing you back to reality?"

"for making me laugh. haven't done it in a while."

"yeah, well...i'll make sure your roommate hasn't completely trashed your dorm. and we can get some takeout. on me, because i'm polite."

"screw that, we're going on a date."

your heart skips.

"did you actually get a concussion because that's not funny."

"im serious. no more being a pussy. time to start getting serious. plus we're basically already dating, so."

"god, why does everyone keep saying that?"

"i'll see you soon."

the phone hangs up and you toss the phone to the side with a slight smile.

[daftdrac]

POOLVERINE PRIDE WIP!!!!!

I'm at someone's house rn so the picture is bad, and I just finished this so I can't do anything with it until I get home, but i'll probably digitize and color it. Extra details+individuals below!!!

Logan here is a transgender man, and takes HRT, but isn't medically transitioned otherwise- you can see his boobs kind of. Obviously not too well, cause testosterone and working out redistribute body mass. He's got a little trans pin on his shirt ("FREE DAD HUGS") (Wade and Logan would absolutely be supportive gay dads to queer kids with no/crappy parents)

He's holding a big flag, because of course he is, he's bisexual.

(I didn't do this intentionally but his eyes are drawn weird and it looks kinda like he has eyeliner on and lowk I dig it-)

WADE!!!

Wade here has gone shirtless to pride to show off their top surgery scars! (I wanted to draw him shirtless/with skin showing cause everyone draws him in his suit more often than not and I think Wade should finally get some recognition instead of Deadpool. )

He's got shorts on, NOT underwear 😭- my non marvel fan friend saw me drawing it and gave me a weird look and said "why are you drawing a polka-dot man in underwear?" And it TOOK. ME. OUT. (that's where the super cancer label came from, if anyone was wondering ❤️‍🩹)

I tried to illustrate their expression, but I'm not great with eyebrow-less expressions or mouths, so it was a BIT of a struggle- I'll definitely work on it to make it better in the final piece or future fanart.

He's Transgender MASCULINE, not Man, because imo Wade feels very disconnected from gender? Like, all he knows is they DEFINITELY aren't a woman. He's comfortable with any pronouns, doesn't really give a fuck how you refer to him. Actually this is something I'm comin up with right now but he'd probably use mirror pronouns. He's got a trans flag painted on his cheek, and he's pan so he's got the pan flag cape of course :)

Actually I just wrote all that and had an AMAZING idea, intersex Wade!! Male chromosomes and a dick but also BOOBS which he promptly chopped off upon reaching the age of 23 idk why 23 but he did it at 23 you're welcome this is SO UNREASONABLY LONG I hope someone enjoys this BABSBBSB

[srslyscary]

TAKEOMI BONTEN HEADCANONS

| Contents: General headcanons, relationship headcanons SFW , reader is written as she/her but can be considered gn, mentions of smoking

General Headcanons

# he's such an oldie, it's unbelievable how he’s 37.

# he's used to acting as an older figure so he'll sometimes switch to that mindset that you're his child and will literally act like he knows what's best for you.

# worst habit is probably trying to kiss you right after he finishes smoking, then denies it as if he didn't tell you he was gonna go smoke and you didn't see him walk out to light one.

# calls you sweetcheeks, love, tiny, and beauty. you call him omi, gramps, sweetie, and starshine. starshine is just to piss him off in the morning lol.

# very indecisive when it comes to everything else but bonten work. "you wanna go out today?" "idk?" "which color should i use?" "idk?" like make up yo mind yes or nah. atp you got used to it and stopped asking for his opinion.

# "you wanna get fast food today or no?" "Mmmyhm." "akashi takeomi that's a yes or no." "idk woman just get something i'll eat it either way?!"

# his grandpa looking ass gives great advice, if you're going through it you should definitely ask him to talk about it.

# he likes cardi b or finesse2tymes, you can't change my mind about the cardi b thing.

# loves when you give him massages, it relieves the stress of his work and trying to make up with his brother sanzu.

# you call him "omi" and he loves it, just doesn't tell you. he's not a tsundere or anything he just wants to have a cool facade in front of you.

# he'll tell you he loves you without really telling you, he'll buy you flowers as a small gift and then write corny letters.

# "good morning sweetcheeks, saw these flowers you might like. i tried my best to make you breakfast, i hope you enjoy it. if it taste like shit tell me so i know not to do that again. i'll see you later <3"

# wants nothing but the best for you, he wishes you would listen to him at times because his advice is actually helpful.

# if you fall asleep watching a movie in the living room he'll give you a piggyback ride to your room and tuck you into bed.

# you pretend to start choking when he's smoking to make him feel bad.

# he’s never actually gotten irritated with you, which is kind of cute

# you’ll be at your own house, SLEEPING, and it’s 1am. If this man misses you he’ll knock on your door and ask if you wanna go on a late night drive with him.

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

ok I’m sorry about having you write those heartbreaking Grayson hcs, I’m gonna be honest they made me sob so hard 😭 so let’s get some happy Grayson ones (I loved that last one by the way, he’s so cute)

happy grayson head canons

of course, i have made another grayson post (some are happy, some are sad), but i'll make another one bc he's everything (it might be shorter though).also i have no idea what 'happy' head canons are so here are some that aren't sad (some funny, some happy, some embarrassing, etc). hope you like them <3. @lanterns-and-daydreams helped with some of these

he doesn't smile often, but when he does you see his little dimples (idk if this is canon but, if it isn't, i like the idea of him having dimples)

he talks to their dog, tiramisu, in a really high pitched voice

he works out religiously. he has like a schedule and everything, and he sings when he works out.

he watches my little pony as a guilty pleasure. xander knows and is using it as blackmail material.

he desperately wants a cat but doesn't want their dog to kill it.

he has an obsession with is ass. he takes pride in it being big and juicy.

he's jealous of jameson bc he's an inch taller than gray is, and he uses it against him.

he joined a yoga group without knowing it was for girls only, so now, once a week, he gossips and does yoga with these old ladies.

he loves face masks more than anything. xander and jameson have tons of pictures of him with cucumbers on his eyes and a face mask.

he doesn't like colors. if someone were to ask him what his favorite color is, he'd just say black or white or smth

he loves composing his own piano pieces and playing them to his brothers and the others.

he despises sex education with a passion. whenever he used to have those classes in school, he would blush so hard the teachers thought he was having a stroke or some shit

grayson loves poetry (ik this was mentioned in tbh, but i hc he still does it for fun to express his emotions (he didn't stop after the one year challenge))

when he was younger, he really liked snails. he used to collect some and give them a 'home' in jars he found around the mansion.

he's a sucker for matchas. he literally makes himself one every morning before he starts working. (he has a cup with cats on it that he uses every day)

he owns a human dog bed (if you don't know what it is, search it up)

he once tried to watch p*rn to see what the hype is all about, but he got so disgusted and uncomfortable he threw away his laptop.

all of the pens in his pen collection are placed side by side from smallest to biggest in his drawer.

he has the biggest walk in closet you can imagine (bigger than barbie's)

xander once bought him a skirt and dared him to go to work wearing it. pictures of it got out and his fans started calling him baby girl.

he makes playlist for his favorite book couples.

this dude cannot smirk for the life of him. he looks like a constipated sloth when he tries to.

he can do the splits perfectly.

when someone kicks him in the balls, he sounds like a dying hyena. he just wheezes for like 5 minutes straight whilst everyone just looks at him in horror. he then wobbles away.

he's a really good just dance player. he actually laughs when he plays.

grayson knows how to pole dance.

when he was younger, he was jealous that jamie had more prominent abs so he used to contour his to make them look like jamie's

when he was younger, he tried to learn how to purr. he thought it would be cool

he wanted to be like nash so bad when he was younger than he would stick a hay strand in his mouth and try to speak in a southern accent. skye was mortified.

grayson loved flower crowns. xander used to make him some and he would walk around wearing them proudly.

he wears subtle makeup sometimes (when he's in the mood) (blush, concealer, very subtle eyeliner, etc)

when he was younger, he would also try to gallop around like a horse. he would get on his hands and knees and strut around (tobias wanted to kill himself)

[nyxwanderland]

♡ everything about you

pairing → gojo satoru x reader genre → fluff warnings → stretch marks, mentions of pregnancy (nothing bad) tbh idk what's the difference between being self-conscious and insecure since english is not my first language so i have no idea what to classify this word count → 1315

satoru was thrilled to finally take a break and spend his time with you and his three-year-old daughter on a vacation after all those tiring missions that caused him to come home late at night—sometimes even early in the morning—only for him to go back to work a few hours later. you definitely were as well; you couldn't wait to have your husband more to yourself (and your daughter). however, there was just one problem.

you looked at your body in the bathroom mirror with a disappointed look in your eyes. you wore a light blue bikini which satoru insisted on getting you along with ten other swimsuits that would look stunning on you—his words, despite telling him you wouldn't be needing that many.

it was perfect. it fit you just right, and your body looked better than you had expected. the color complemented your skin tone, and the bikini accentuated all your best features. you loved it.

the real problem was the stretch marks on the lower part of your stomach. you couldn't help but feel self-conscious about them, as they seemed to stand out against the flawless backdrop of your bikini. despite knowing that stretch marks are a natural part of many people's bodies, especially after pregnancy, you couldn't shake off the nagging insecurity they brought. 

"i'll just wear a shirt over it," you mumbled as you walked towards the suitcase and took out a white oversized t-shirt, wearing it over your bikini. you sighed as you took a look at the mirror again. although you really wanted to go out without the shirt, you didn't feel confident enough to do so. 

you heard giggles entering the bedroom, causing you to smile a bit and almost making you forget the self-consciousness you felt just a moment ago. you exited the bathroom to see your husband wearing a floral beach shirt with buttons undone, revealing his abs, and his signature black glasses, and your daughter held in his arms, wearing her swimsuit and her hair tied into two ponytails. "we're ready!" satoru exclaimed happily.

"let's go, mommy!" d/n said, her voice unable to contain her excitement.

you went closer to them and took d/n from his arms for you to hold her. you attacked her face with kisses. "you look so adorable, my love!" you said. "i love you so much."

"i love you too—ah! it tickles!" d/n said between her cute laughs and tried to move her face from the attack, unable to bear the feeling, when satoru came and copied your actions behind her. "daddy, not you too!"

you stopped the 'torture' a few seconds later, so did he. you gave your little girl one last kiss on her forehead before letting her go and making her stand on the floor. "oh, I forgot my toys!" d/n gasped and ran to her room. "how are we going to make a sandcastle without them!? please don't go without me!"

you laughed at how your daughter looked adorable running away and quickly reassured her, "don't worry, sweetheart. we'll wait for you!" 

you turned to face satoru, who looked quite sulky all of a sudden. "what about me, baby?" satoru pouted, his lower lip stuck out. "i also need my kisses."

you chuckled as you cupped his face in your hands. "come here, love." you brought his face closer to yours in order to close the gap between yours and his lips.

"there," you said, smiling. satoru was indeed satisfied, as you could tell from his grinning like a child getting candy. "now let's go, shall we?"

"you're not wearing your bikini?" he noticed.

ah shit, you thought. of course, it's impossible to get away with stuff when it's satoru you're dealing with.

you nervously let out a laugh. "um, I don't feel like wearing it today..." you muttered while playing with the hem of your shirt and looking at his feet.

"but you were so excited to wear them," he said, suddenly becoming worried. "are they not to your liking? do they not fit? are they defective? you could've told me while i was—"

"it's not that, satoru," you interrupted his babble. "it's just..." you trailed off, debating whether you should actually tell him or come up with an excuse—

nah, the excuse wouldn't work. not even in your dreams.

you sighed defeatedly. instead of telling him, you took the shirt off to show the root of your worries, revealing your body. 

satoru's blue eyes widened and his breath hitched a little. although he had seen everything of you, you never fail to make him go crazy and take in all of your beauty as if he was looking at you for the first time. 

you were looking at him expectantly, waiting for his response. your husband cleared his throat. "what's wrong with it? you look gorgeous."

you couldn't help but blush. you receive compliments every now and then from him, but they make your heart flutter every time. you never got used to how he articulated his words just to praise you, and never will. 

"can't you see?"

"see what?"

"the stretch marks." 

satoru's eyes scanned our body for the marks until he spotted them. he knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. to say he was frustrated was an understatement. "what are you even saying? those marks are the best part!"

now it was your turn to be puzzled. "what do you mean? how can you possibly think these stretch marks look beautiful on me?" you asked, as a lump appeared in your throat and you felt tears collecting in your eyes.

satoru smiled softly and gently held your hands, looking into your eyes. "to me, they are a reminder of the strength of your body," he explained. "they remind me that you carried a life—our daughter—for months to bring her into this world. they make you ten times more beautiful." he went on his knees to be eye level with your stomach. 

you didn't understand what he was trying to do at first when he started leaving trails of kisses, tracing the marks on your body. "i love everything about you, baby. you don't need to worry about these little things. your stretch marks are beautiful. you are beautiful, y/n."

you couldn't help but let the tears fall, trickling down your cheeks. you felt so loved, and now you were overwhelmed with gratitude. you already knew it, but it was in that moment that you again realized how lucky you were to have someone who saw the beauty in every part of you, flaws and all. the weight of self-doubt and insecurity lifted off your shoulders as you embraced the unconditional love he had for you. 

your husband stood up and looked at you lovingly as you sniffled and wiped away your tears. he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a warm embrace, kissing the top of your head. "thank you, satoru. i love you.."

"i love you too, y/n."

"i found my toys!" d/n entered the room enthusiastically. "let's go!"

when you and satoru let go of each other, she saw you completely and gasped, jumping up and down. "mommy, you look so pretty!"

your cheeks turned light pink. "really?" 

"yes!"

you went towards her and held her, kissing her face repeatedly once again. "you look prettier, sweetie."

you felt yourself being lifted off the ground until you realized satoru picked you up bridal style, with d/n in your arms. "let's get going, ladies." he announced.

with a smile, you nestled closer to satoru, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. "lead the way," you said playfully. as satoru carried you and d/n out of the room, excitement filled the air, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for this beautiful moment. 

✩

you're beautiful how ever you are! i love you!

[the-bird-and-the-flute]

My experience reading william's so far

I'm at chapter 12 btw. Also, if you didn't read liam and harrison pls don't read this. Also, this may be an unpopular opinion about kate

yall, seriously. wiliam's route is sth else hahaha

So far, his MC to me is so so. I was not expecting her to fall in love so easily, which frustrated me. I thought it was going to be a slow burn like liam's but apparently that was not the case ('I'm reading chapter 12).

idk if kate is always like that in other routes (I'll definitely try to read all of the boys cuz they are all so batshit crazy and I love that) but she is way more gullible than I expected. Girl, you just don't trust a bunch of villains like that. They are not ordinary guys. Wake up!

I know it's not as if we could control who we'll love, but she deadass fell in love with harrison and william so fast imo. Particularly, I didn't like that.

In harrison's, I think she fell in love because he is so nice and polite. He seems the most normal guy of all of the boys. Just like lots of you mentioned when they released the EN server.

And in william's, it looks like that good girl falling in love with the bad guy, that one your parents always tell you to never get close to. Also, she could have fell in love with william because he was the one who taught her how to express herself and show her true colors.

It gives me the impression that kate sees william's as some sort of savior or deity. No matter what he does, she will trust and follow him. Not a fan of that tbh. And I'm saying that as a william lover.

But, at the same time, I like the fact she is not trying to erase her personality like other MCs in otome/josei just to please others. I'm pretty sure she will do something crazy in the next chapters, so I'm looking forward to it.

Also, I loved that in chapter 11 or 12, she realized she wanted william to kill avatus (is that his name? ahaha). Thank god a MC that is not that prude girl who accidentally is caught up in the middle of a bloodbath and tries to convince the suitor not to kill someone because killing is bad.

And william is so vicious. And that's exactly what I love him lol I highly recommend you read his route if you want to know who he really is. Just playing the events is not enough.

I noticed playing the events and his bday story that he loves freedom. But it never occurred to me that that was not only because he valued free will, but because it is some sort of kink of his.

While reading his route I have this impression that he is also being selfish doing that. And he is aware of that. After all, he is a villain. So, in the end, he also gains from their freedom.

And he not only applauds people when they do what they want but he is also considering letting people use him as they please in this process.

How many other women did he have sex with just to please them? And that reminds me of liam's route. Because liam and willliam to me look the same when it comes to that. I remember when liam implied he fucked a woman just because she wanted to.

I was shocked they had sex so soon on his route ahahha. I liked that kate was honest saying she wanted to have sex with him. I wonder if it's canon she is a virgin. She doesn't seem to be experienced at all.

But, at the same time, I have this bittersweet feeling that she is going too fast to experience everything she didn't try before without thinking about the consequences. I know in the end she will get what she wants, as she is the MC, but this could have ended up on a REALLY bad note for her because william is not in love with her. And if they say later on that he was in love with her since the beginning, I don't know if I'll buy that tbh. Let's see if I'll change my mind.

Did you imagine if the bad end was william rejecting her after fucking kate over and over again for 1 month? This girl would be devastated.

That being said, I love william to death. He is exactly the bad guy I was looking for - manipulative, strong-willed, seductive, has good manners and he is not ashamed of living his best life.

But I can't self-insert in his route. Kate sometimes seems too emotionally dependent on william for my taste. Luckily, in william's events, I think she has a more pleasant personality and is more independent.

I also love the plot so far. Seeing William exterminating butterfly is so fucking entertaining. He has the most wicked ideas of how to order someone to die.

And the revelation he killed his dad was also shocking to me. As I saw in liam and harrison's route that liam's dad was alive and harrison loved his father, and roger's seems to have a nice or normal relationship with his father, I thought we would get the chance to meet william's dad too. But yeah, that is not gonna happen lmao. And I'm glad william killed his father. That guy was hideous.

I wonder if other people in william's family have that curse as well.

Oh, and harrison was so accurate in describing william here. William is not only cruel when he kills people, but when he flirts with them too, even if it's unintentional.

[mpsansy]

A View In The Garden

Idk what the heck to title this, I haven't written a fanfic in such a long long time :P

Also this has been sitting in my drafts for too long and I needed to share it already. So enjoy the bond Casper will have with his uncle Stinkie!

___

There wasn't a breeze out on this late morning. And by the off chance there was, the young spirit wouldn't have felt it anyway. Couldn't really feel most things if he was being honest with himself. Especially the three uncles that were currently resting within the manor.

But that wasn't really important to him right now. What was important, however, was the new greenery that was sprouting up. With a little convincing and pleading, both Casper and Kat were able to create a colorful landscape in the garden. Initially looking otherwise devoid of life before they started.

It was perhaps the one thing that caught one of Casper's uncle's eyes before darting off, as if to play off his interest at the display.

___

Casper, alone for the meantime, was in pure amazement. Previously when looking for flower seeds so many months ago with Kat, Casper with much enthusiasm, picked out the best flowers for the garden. All with no assistance needed from her.

For a moment, it was fascinating for Kat to see his understanding of most of these plants he picked out. They must've really meant something to the boy to have been picked out with no hesitation.

Unfortunately, she wasn't here to enjoy the garden with Casper. Something with applying for some big school, but either way, he was happy for her. She's doing all kinds of different things now. Things he was very happy with listening to from time to time.

___

The child didn't realize how far time had passed until one of his uncle's came from within the manor. He didn't seem to be in such a bad mood himself, because his call for his nephew was at a normal volume. Unlike his other two uncles who could practically rattle bones with their voices.

Casper looked up to face the uncle who called him. A smile plastered on his face.

"Oh! Hey, uncle Stinkie." He called back. Smile still present.

"What's the deal, shortsheet?" Stinkie asked, floating a bit closer to his nephew. "Have you really been out here all this time lookin' at JUST flowers?"

Casper shook his head.

"Not just flowers. There's more things I've been looking at!"

"More?"

"Mhm!"

Color the other ghost curious, cause once he got to where Casper was resting at, he saw it. Bugs. For most that would probably be uninteresting, however for these two? It was something mesmerizing.

"I don't think I've seen these little critters here in a long time." Stinkie commented to Casper. A few bees passing by, landing and collecting pollen from the newly bloomed flowers.

The boy nodded.

"I think because of all the gardening me and Kat have been doing. It got their attention."

All around the two, life was booming. And Casper tried to show his uncle all the different bugs that were appearing left and right. Besides the bees, there were others. Ants, beetles, caterpillars, you name it. It was all there.

Matter of fact, Stinkie had a response to all this. He was talking about all the different types of bugs Casper had listed off. It's benefits to keeping nature going strong. Especially for a garden such as this.

And for some reason, it felt like Casper had already heard this kind of talk from his uncle before. But this is the first time they've really had a normal conversation. So it was strange.

"Uncle Stinkie, how do you know all this stuff?"

"Hm, what do ya mean?"

Casper continued, now feeling a bit embarrassed to have temporary interrupted his uncle's lecture on bugs.

"Well, I've never seen you interested in stuff like this. I mean, it's really nice to hear it! Honestly."

Stinkie couldn't answer that question initially. With turning his head to Casper briefly and then to the ground. Bringing a finger to tap on his chin. Thinking.

Finally came a response.

"Casper, I'll be honest with ya. An' don't tell the others about this. But I think I'm startin' to remember things."

Casper looked confused.

"Remember?"

"Y'know, like, remember things before being a ghost."

"Oh..."

Give it a second.

"OH!!"

There it is.

"Really?!" His voice came out louder than it should've, quickly clamping his mouth shut.

"Really?" Casper asked again, quietly this time.

Stinkie couldn't help but snicker. Soon nodding to the boy. Looking back to the bugs who had not a single clue of the spirits viewing them.

"It's kinda weird. Didn't even know I had a feelin' of recallin' stuff like this before."

"Does Stretch and Fatso know?" Casper asked. "That you're remembering stuff now?"

A pause, followed with Stinkie's head tilting to his nephew.

"Mm, nah. Just happened recently. S'ides, I'm sure they'd be bored outta their minds hearing me ramble about this new discovery. Better to not make a fuss about it."

Guess he's right about that. They were usually just fixated on the TV than sitting down to hear a random fact about a topic Casper was interested in.

Still, he didn't think his own uncle was finding his memories. Something to ask him more about later.

"I like this though." Stinkie commented, breaking his nephew's train of thought. "Just somethin' about it feels sorta. Nice."

Casper couldn't agree more. And was so happy to hear such a thing coming out of his uncle. It felt so sincere. Something that didn't come often with any of them.

"Yeah."

___

"Say, Casper?"

"Yes, uncle Stinkie?"

"Would you be interested in plantin' more flowers here? I can help if you don-"

Stinkie didn't manage to finish his question. Because in that instance, the boy immediately answered.

"Of course you can! I don't mind at all! But... uhm..." There comes the nervous tone in the boy's voice.

"You think uncle Stretch and Fatso would get annoyed by us spending time outside? And me not inside doing chores?"

"Ah, fuck 'em." Oops. That came out by mistake. Nothing he could do other than cover his mouth.

"Uncle Stinkie, language!" Casper said with an exaggerated gasp, pretending to be shocked at the use of his uncle's profanity. Honestly he's heard so much throughout the years that he could put them in a book.

"... I think it'd be nice ta change things up though. But maybe keep it between us. The rememberin' part that is."

"Yeah, right!" Casper with such excitement couldn't help but wrap his arms around Stinkie. And instead of shoving the child off. He let it be. Smiling as he went to pat the top of his nephew's head.

"Let's get back inside though." Casper said, letting go of his uncle and beginning to float up. "I really don't want to hear Stretch screech his head off about how long we were outside."

"Good idea, bulbhead." That comment was all Stinkie said before following his nephew's lead back inside.

Hopefully they would get to have this time again soon.

[literallyrave]

Jason getting an unexpected surge of pit madness and one of the batsiblings (up to you) tries to help him out of it. Jason is semi lucid maybe because these have been happening for a while and he's desperately trying to not hurt his sibling and begs for them to go away :') good luck with the writing/creativity block<3

Fudge Cookies

I love this ask so much!! This is the first time writing for something that wasn’t an essay so please bear with me, this was really fun to write overall!! idk if I did this right because I’m not to fond of pit madness but it’s still a fun concept so this is my take on it

Warnings: PTSD, aggressive behavior, language

It was getting bad, really bad, extremely fucking bad. Jason was supposed to be getting ready for patrol. He went to Wayne manor to get one of his gadgets fixed up since the bat cave seemed to have every death trap and work bench in history. Jason was in the batcave, leaning against a wall trying to keep calm, focus on his hands, the colors he was seeing, anything but the pounding in his head and the urge to choke someone until they take one last breath.

There were footsteps, of fucking course, they weren’t heavy like Bruce’s, not as steep as Dick’s, and not as feathery as Tim’s.

“Do you plan on leaving or are you just gonna lean on my workspace?” Damian said with Witt, hands on his hips as he gave Jason a glance before noticing Jason’s eyes and how they looked glassy and angry

“Are you feeling alright?” Damian asked with a stand offish tone before letting his arms go down to his sides

“Fine just- want to be alone” Jason stumbled, his gaze looking away from Damian, his voice just wanted to make him pounce

“Because leaving you alone with the most deadly weapons would keep you and everyone feeling safe?” Damian replied, always so damn snarky, Jason thought.

He wanted to reply back with his own snarky, almost demeaning reply but he could only muster up a “Jesus I’m-I’m fine okay? I’ll be out in a minute, go.” Jason shivered, he crossed his arms over his stomach

“Seriously? You’re obviously not okay, Jason. I’ll go get father-“ Damian’s voice was cut off by a “NO! Do NOT get Bruce- Just-“ Jason lets out a shaken breath as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Frustrated, and scared, thats what Jason was right now.

"Fine. But I can’t leave you here, what’s wrong?” Damian’s voice was still normal but more with a hint concern when he didn’t get a response, only Jason’s eyes aimlessly looking at the wall to Damian’s right.

Jason was out of it, he wasn’t hearing a voice or anything other then the sound of a crowbar hit his ribs, his bones snapping. It made him aggressive thinking about what he could’ve done, how weak and hopeless he felt. He snapped his head forward when he heard a loud *SNAP* in front of him to be met with Damian’s hands clasped together before putting them down.

“You should lay down. Zoning out while feeling fatigued could mean you have hypoglycemia, do you not consume enough sugar?" He thought he was simply fatigued? Jason wasn't necessarily mad about that, it was better then him knowing he felt a need to quite literally beat someone to death and that he was reliving hell.

"Damian. Go. Please" He practically begged as his breaths sharpened. He didn't want to hurt anyone, but if he kept hearing this nagging, aching voice he would.

"I really don't necessarily like you but i know that you clearly need help, and said 'help' cannot be provided in the bat cave of all places" Damian didn't dislike his brother at all but he did right now he was being stubborn! Thats how Damian viewed it so he went on, and on for about 20 seconds before Jason practically lunged forward

"Listen, you are being a fucking- Damian, i'm begging just- don't talk" Jason's eyes became glassy as he walked off. Damian was opened his mouth to speak but was cut off

"I-I'll go to my room just- leave me alone" Jason walked as if he was drunk. Damian watched from a distance, following behind Jason to make it to his room until he came to a stop halfway in the hallway.

Jason nearly fell on his ass if his hand wasn't leaning on the wall. Nothing was off about the house just an anomaly, said anomaly being the chair he was sat in for months that felt like a decade. Jason knew it wasn't real but it was unnerving with the silence. He stared at the blood on the back, the arm rests with the ropes before snapping out of it. Walking forward until he got to his room. He slammed the door closed as he stumbled to his bed with a cry.

Damian was worried, he cared about his family even if he didn't act like it. He wasn't good at comforting people, so when he is told more then two times he should be alone he wanted to leave him alone. But he also didn't want his brother to feel alone. He remembered those cookies Alfred had made, chocolate chip with fudge in the middle, a complete sugar overdose that Jason *somehow* liked.

Jason's head pounded like a small alien was trying to take over his brain. He took the pain killers in his bedside drawer, which obviously wouldn't cut it off but would at least ease it, even if it was only a tiny bit. He laid on his bed as he felt like he was melting, the sounds of everything that had happened, the voices, everything was too much until there was the small click of his door opening. The talking in his head stopped and they sounds were fainting as glass was lightly heard tapping the carpeted floor.

He sat up, seeing cookies sat by his door he wobbly went to the plate, picked it up and brought it back to the bed. He unconsciously picked up a cookie and bit into it. His favorite cookie since he was 9. The fudge was warm and the chocolate chips were cold. He looked down at the plate, about to pick another one up before seeing a blue sticky note that read 'i've made Alfred make another batch. He says they will be done in about 28 minutes. Please come down into the living room by then so we can play chess PS: i will win' was wrote in red pen ink. Jason rolled his eyes as a grin threatened his lips. The pounding was like a light heartbeat now, no voices, no sounds, no anything. Maybe it was just low blood sugar after all.

[blade-that-was-broken]

I think I like the idea of Floyd happens to be in town for a gig, decides to go pay bruce a visit at his resort. Bruce is out at the moment doing something, Floyd asks one of the employees ( a newbie) for his brother but bc he doesn't know that jd there. They get JD instead. It takes him a minute but then wait are john dory?

Floyd? Bam reunion plus tears plus mini freak out when he realized jd leg is gone.

HAHA

I'll level up. Idk if this is REALLY what happens but let's see what I can do. I just can't quite make up my mind cause I kind of like the idea of things being linked with some music stuff but I'm also uncertain.

So I don't know what actually happens but I decided I'd use this prompt and word vomit something up anyways lol

Floyd didn't talk to any of his brothers much anymore.

It wasn't on purpose; it wasn't because of any anger or resentment or anything like that. He was just so busy, traveling so much, constantly on the move that it was difficult to find time for even a phone call when any one of them wasn't busy with something else. Branch was in school when Floyd had a lunch break. Clay was very often stuck in a lab or experiment when Floyd was about ready to go to bed - usually with the time difference. Bruce's full attention was constantly on his slew of young kids, wife and resort. It was a struggling process, but he had grown into mostly writing letters to his brothers rather than trying to catch them on the phone. It wasn't the best way of communication but at least he got more than a minute or two to talk to them and find out what was going on in their lives.

Floyd hadn't been to Bruce's resort in a couple of years. He hadn't seen him in a while. Any of his brothers really. It was a bit embarrassing, and Floyd was kind of ashamed of it. He was so busy, he barely had time for any of his brothers, especially Branch.

Even though there was a nine-year difference and a lot of times that kind of age gap made things difficult, Floyd tried to get along with his little brother the best he could. It was easy for a long time; his little brother just loved being around him. It didn't matter what they were doing but over time, as Branch got older, as Floyd had less time, things were far less easy.

Floyd wasn't even sure the last time he had seen his little brother face to face. It wouldn't be long until he graduated. He had to make sure he was there for that. Maybe he could get a hold of Branch or Gramma to see if there were any upcoming events, he could try to attend for him.

He was lucky, now, that his manager had managed to snag a gig in Hawaii. It wasn't super close to his brother's resort but at the very least, it was on the same island of Molokai, so he made his way to his brother's place of business.

He walked up towards the desk. There weren't many people around but Floyd couldn't quite recall the young woman at the desk. She was probably a bit younger than Floyd even. Then again, that wasn't strange. Although the turnover rate wasn't bad compared to other resorts and hotels, Floyd hadn't been here in years.

"Hi!" he greeted, leaning against the desk. "I don't think we've met? Or if we have I am so sorry, it's been a while since I've stopped by."

"We haven't..." the desk clerk looked at him a little confused.

"My name is Floyd," he replied with a smile.

The clerk blinked. "Oh. Yeah, I've heard about you." She had a bit of an accent, something from a southern area but Floyd wouldn't be able to know what it was. Her hair was pulled back and her attire neat but colorful. She looked like she fit right in, although Floyd didn't think she was a native of the island.

"I'm looking for my brother?"

The clerk looked up, a little confused. "Which one?"

There was no way that Clay was here visiting Bruce. Floyd was pretty sure Clay had never set foot on the island before. And Gramma wasn't really in a place to travel, much less to Hawaii so the chances of Branch, of all people being here were slim to none. "Uh... the one that is here?" his voice came out unclear and even more confused than the clerk.

A younger man came up to him, bringing a stack of papers and a snack. He was dressed in military fatigues, but he had no qualms about approaching. "Hey, I'm gonna be headin' off," the young man said, barely acknowledging Floyd. His accent was about the same as the woman's, although he was a little surprised by the attire. He seemed a little young to be in the military. "I already said my goodbyes to everyone else, but it shouldn't be long until I'm back, okay?"

"I understand," the woman replied, nodding. "I'll be okay, I promise."

"You'll be taken care of here," he added.

"I will take care of him too," she replied, knowingly.

The man finally looked over at Floyd, as if just noticing he was there. His head tilted a little. "You kinda look familiar."

"I'm Floyd," he started.

The young man looked surprised and then looked over at the desk clerk, as if for confirmation. "He's looking for his brother. Do you know where he is?"

"He's outside. I just saw him," the man said and didn't wait to dial a number on his phone. "Sir?"

Sir? Floyd had never known Bruce to be so formal and demanding of titles with his employees. He didn't think he had ever heard anyone call his brother sir.

"I'm at the front desk with Tam," he continued, calmly. "Yeah, I'm about to head out. There is a Floyd here to see you. Do you want me to make him go to you? I know it's not...okay, yeah. I suppose the practice would be beneficial, considering," he said in the phone, although he frowned a little.

Afterwards he hung up.

"He'll be here in a few minutes," the man said, shouldering a bag. It must have been on the floor before. "I have to go, otherwise I'm going to miss my flight. Stay out of trouble, okay?"

The woman - Tam? - nodded. "Of course. Good luck. Be careful."

"Uhm, thanks," Floyd said awkwardly as the man started to leave. "Do you... do you mind if I have a name?"

The man looked over at him curiously. "Oh. Right. Tresillo. Sorry, but I gotta go."

"Right, thanks."

And with that, he was gone. Floyd turned back to the desk, the woman typing on the computer like nothing happened although he did notice there was a bite missing from the snack she had been brought. "You can go sit down," she said, not glancing up at him. "It's going to be a few minutes. He's still getting used to moving."

Floyd had literally zero idea what that meant but he went and took a seat in the lobby, starting to scroll on his phone. He wasn't sure how long he waited for bit he heard some strange clacking on the tile floors. He thought nothing of it at first.

"Yeah. He said his name was Floyd and he was looking for his brother," he heard the desk lady say. "He's over there, John."

John?

Floyd asked for his brother.

Bruce's name was not John. Neither was Clay or Branch's.

Floyd's head swiveled towards her; nose scrunched in confusion, standing up at the same time. There was a stocky built man at the desk near her, short dark hair, dressed in shorts and a funky Hawaiian shirt. It wasn't abnormal, by any means.

There was something abnormal, that was for sure, but Floyd was trained too much on the man's face to actually notice anything else. He looked so eerily familiar. In fact, if Floyd didn't know any better, he might have thought it was Branch as an adult, dying his hair a little lighter and getting in some kind of crash or something. A large chunk of his face was scattered in still healing scars. Floyd stood up and walked over, a bit confused. It was probably fairly evident, considering the man could barely meet his eyes.

"Hi Floyd," he greeted.

Floyd just stopped short, several feet away. That voice.

"It's been... a long time and Bruce thought it would be better broken to you in person so that's why he hasn't mentioned anything," the man said, leaning on the desk awkwardly. "And considering how young you were when I left and the fact that apparently our mother decided I was no longer to exist, you might not exactly remember me. Definitely not recognize me considering well, me but uh..."

"Your voice..." Floyd just said. "I can't...I know it."

"Oh," the man flushed a little. "I used to sing lullabies to you guys when you were babies and toddlers. You and Branch seemed to like them the most he admitted. I'm your brother, John Dory."

John Dory.

John Dory.

John Dory.

What.

"JD?"

John brightened a little. "Yeah. Uhm...I know it's been a while and I definitely look a lot different but..."

Floyd scanned him, like he had to verify for himself or something. He wasn't entirely certain way.

But he did figure out what was abnormal.

Why John was leaning strangely.

He was on crutches.

Not just on crutches - nearly his entire left leg was missing.

Floyd was staring.

"Oh yeah, the leg," John said. It sounded rehearsed, like he had said it over and over and over again. "No, I don't know where it is-.”

Floyd just started sobbing uncontrollably, his brain entirely emptying of thoughts. He had no idea what to say, what to do. His mind was entirely mush aside that his big brother was here. Right in front of him without a freaking leg and Floyd had forgotten about him. He just forgot. How could he do that? How could that have happened?

“Floyd?”

He didn’t know how he got closer or when or whatever but suddenly he was right there and he shoved himself into his big brother’s chest and continued to cry. He felt an arm wrap around his shoulder and after that, he didn’t remember much.

[goodolme]

Leo x FEM!reader who has an abusive bf? And Leo is just so concerned and keeps telling reader that they need to break up, but readers excuse everytime is "he loves me."

It's until the 'incident' that reader finally saw how bad her relationship is.

Overall, Leo is just like "if he truly loved you like I do, you wouldn't be crying." (Btw if your not okay with FEM reader or not comfortable with this request then you can igore it!).

-noodle 🍜

♡ ''he loves me'' ♡

Pairing: Rise!Leo x Reader (could be taken as romantic or platonic really)

Pronouns: Requested as Female but none used.

Warnings: Abusive relationships; mentions of violence and swearing.

Notes: Not proofread nor checked for mistakes so sorry if you spot one. I'll probably correct it when I can.

I wanted this to have a confession but fir some reason I didn't give it one so..... I hope you like it...?

Y'all know that I don't only write for Leo right. But don't worry I'm more than greatful to recieve requests non the less.

Dude at this point this is more of a one-shot idk man I can't write properly.

Masterlist

He was your first love. Or at least you thought you loved him.

No one had treated you the way he did and you just fell for it. You fell hard.

But that facade was completely gone once you two started getting intimate.

He would start being more controlling.

He would control how you looked, what you wore a d even who you spoke to.

He knew all your passwords so there wasn't really any use in trying to text anyone.

But you were too blind to see the signs. You looked at your world with rose tainted glasses and you didn’t realize it was hurting you.

Your friends didn't think much of it at first. Thay thought "Hey it's exam season, maybe they're buissy."

But Leo picked up on what was happening. And he didn't like it one bit.

He tried to make you snap out of it and make you realize that the guy you were with was not good for you. That it was toxic.

You didn’t listen to him. You were too blinded by "Love" as you called it.

Every time Leo would try and make you see what was going on you would just respond:

"But he loves me. He doesn't do it with bad intent, he's just trying to protect me."

That eventually lead to you and Leo getting into a fight one night.

"Why do you hate him?"

"Because he's bad for you."

"He's not bad!"

"Yes he is!"

"Mention one bad thing he did to me"

"Um I don't know; maybe the fact that he controls what you wear. Or what you eat. Oh and what about the fact that we bearly see you anymore! The only way to get in touch with you is literally climbing up your window!"

"He's just trying to protect m-"

"Don't say that. You always say that."

"He loves-"

"No he doesn't!"

"FUCK YOU LEO!"

You hadn't spoken to Leo from that moment on.

At least untill "The incident".

Your boyfriend had never layed a hand on you up to this point.

It started with a stupid fight about what you two should eat that night and it somehow escalated into one about the nature of your relationship.

You had enough and got away from that building as fast as you could. If course you boyfrind screaming after you. But he didn't chase you. He didn't care enough.

You ended up sitting on a bench of a near by park.

"Are you ok?"

It was Leo. You didn’t know how he knew where you were but you were glad to see a familiar face in such a moment as this.

You liubged forward to hug him as tight as you as your body let you.

You two talked about what had happened just moments before between your boyfrind and yourself.

The two of you ended apologizing to each other.

"You know, it's funny;" He looked at you confused. "when you look at someone through rose-colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags." You laughed slightly, with tears running down your face even after all the crying you had previously done.

Leo gave your arms a tight sqeeze reasuring you.

"Let's get to the lair and patch you up huh?"

[danihow]

Fix you

Song Mingi x Spouse!GN!Reader

ATEEZ

Requested by anon who said:

H. Don't cry, you know I'll cry if you cry; husband!au; ateez mingi plss 🤧💗

Summary: After a really shitty day you are met with your sweet husband who hates to see you cry.

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: Simping, rain, mentions of not feeling enough, idk what else though.

A/N: was this proofread? No, I don't want to make me erase the whole thing i wrote last night, sooo, here you go. (i'm so deeply sorry about how bad this is after a request that stood in my request for literally a year)

The whole world seemed to be against you at this very second, you could feel dozens of eyes upon you every time you breathed, waiting for you to finally fall apart, to finally break.

And the worst part is that you don't even know why you felt like this, like the world was crumbling out of your hands without a reason, and there was no time for that right now.

You could handle the weight on your shoulder, you have done it with little to no problem ever since you were a child.

Then, why was it so hard for you to do that same thing right now.

Your gut was twisting on itself, stomach dropped to your feet, heart thumping against your ribcage with brutal force, lungs breathing shakily slow in an attempt not to break down in the middle of the subway.

All you could wish for right now was to get to the safety of your home, everything hurting too much to even think. Pain so sharp you could barely register your surroundings, almost missing your stop, getting down to be met with pouring rain outside.

Just what you were missing.

With no umbrella on hand, just your coat with you, you tried to cover as much as you could and started to run (or more like jog carefully) under the rain to your apartment, after crossing two streets you slipped, falling onto the wet sidewalk and you coat falling on a puddle and your stuff flying everywhere, getting wet.

This was the last straw, everything you had bottled up, everything you sealed with pressure, your glass spilling, the same way that tears were now running down your cheeks, blending together with the rain droplets that fell through strands of your hair onto your face, you could bear the pain inside you anymore.

Getting up, still crying, you gathered your belongings and began walking home, no care towards the rain, nor the cold, it didn't matter that much anymore, you just wanted to go home.

Once there, getting out of the elevator on your floor you began walking to your apartment, wet shoes making funky sounds with each step you took, clothing drenched and cold, sniffles leaving you as you were calmer after the ten minute walk down the rain concentrated now on how cute the color of the floors was.

"y/n?" you heard that familiar voice asks, making you snap you head up, spotting Mingi no more than 4 meters away from you, umbrella and coat in hand.

Seeing your husband there, standing in all his dry and warm presence made you tear up again, frustrated about your day again. "Mingi..." You muttered barely above a whisper, lower lip quivering before breaking down again, his worried form coming to take you in his embrace.

"Oh my god love, you are all soaked, I was going to meet you halfway, if you didn't have an umbrella you could've called." He said, putting his coat above your shoulder before kissing your head.

"My phone died, and if I talked to anyone I would cry more." You managed to say between quiet sobs, hands trying to clear you vision, looking up to him.

"Come one let's go inside." He urged in the calmest way he could, walking you to the inside of your shared apartment, helping you take off everything you carried, rushing to get you some of his warm hoodies and your favourite stay at home clothes. "Wanna talk about it?" He said once you were all dried up, or most of your at least, hair still damp.

He cradled you with so much love, letting you sit between his spread legs on the bed, facing him as his hands run up and down your back, it made you feel overwhelmed, undeserving.

"I'm so sorry I cause so much trouble." You said before breaking once again, tears silently running down your cheeks, no more sobs coming out of your throat, just your body being flooded by so many bad emotions.

"No my love, don't cry, you know I'll cry if you cry." He said, one hand moving to cup your cheek, cleaning your tears with his thumb as the metallic sensation of his wedding ring contrasting with the skin of his hands, his own eyes teary to seeing the love of his live, his light, his own safe place so bothered, so sad and overwhelmed. So broken.

"I just want to stop feeling like this." You said, leaning in his touch, trying not to cry for him.

"I know, I know, just talk to me, I'm here for you, I'll always be." Mingi said, pressing his forehead against yours sweetly, comforting, even soothing your distress.

"I'm just so broken, everything I do is wrong, feels wrong, I feel like I'm disappointing everyone, like I'm not enough, and I hate it." You say, his heart breaking to the knowledge of you feeling like he did, his light so deemed down, so broken.

"You are more than enough love, you are my whole world, and every time you feel like you don't do enough, your don't are enough, I’ll be there to prove you so wrong every single time." He says, right before repeating your words. "If you need fixing, I'll be there to help you grow again."

"Thank you, thank you so much." You whispered, hands resting on his sides, fingers tracing imaginary figures on his skin under his sweater, a bit calmer, noticing the way tears streamed down his cheeks just as yours.

"Don't worry, you've fixed me everytime I felt broken, now it’s my turn to fix you love." He said, a kiss on the top of your head before bringing you even closer to him.

[kaiasky]

What was your salvia experience like?

Interesting. Drug talk under the cut.

I wouldn't recommend salvia w/o like, considering if it is Right For You, because I know a number of people who've had absolutely abysmal times with it, even when done in good conditions. That said, I personally really enjoyed it and never had a bad experience with it the ~10 times I did it (usually a few trips per night). I stopped doing it for the same "hmm, I feel like my beliefs are getting disconnected from reality and I don't want to continue that" reason I stopped doing other drugs.

I'm going to paste some shit that i wrote after the first time i did salvia, because i think it's really funny how unhelpful it is, and then I'll try and explain those more. This was written October 2021 after a night of taking hits of 5x concentrated salvia, and as you'll be able to tell i was fully in the swing of Narrative Bullshit:

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I'm not a fan of smoking any drug but. salvia smoke is hot and sucks. [AN: would highly recommend a bubbler of medium size to cool down the smoke.]

It's not a particularly euphoric high, so it definitely feels like it could be bad if you have bad trips. I think the easy way to think of it is, it's basically whippits but for ur brain instead of ur body. [AN: e.g, disassociative feelings]

The body high is a heavy feeling--you could move your body if you had to, but why would you? wouldn't it be better to drift away? It's pretty easy to trip kill by moving a bit. Touch, motion keeps you grounded, so if you want to come down you just wiggle your fingers, touch the world around you. if you want to get high you get comfy and relax. It feels pretty controllable, like I've pulled the ripcord a few times when I wanted the feelings to chill out a bit, which is pretty nice (compared to like acid you can't "get normal" at will, and why I don't think lighter doses would particularly need/benefit from tripsitting. Bear in mind that this may not be a universal experience idk)

[AN: Borderline effects: hands shaking, colors look flat, a strong urge to sit down and close your eyes. When I tried taking a dose and then keeping my eyes open, I just felt kinda weird and uncomfortable for a minute.]

[AN: with eyes closed:] Geometry folds in on itself and a strong feeling of being pulled sideways or backwards, wheeling around, or your body sorta smearing away from you.

Alright. we gotta talk about the clowns. Clowns and other circus performers do make an appearance, as advertised, but classy clowns, not scary ones. I think that's why people in trip reports call them jesters, but it's definitely a circus vibe imo. I don't really know why but like. it feels deeply correct that this is the clown drug. I know that sounds fucking stupid.

The feeling is very much about performing and interstitial states, and verbs being the base thing of existence (like. Normally you can have man, and you can have a man running. But what if instead, you could have "running" and "a man running" but not really "a man" without a verb) That's why clowns are so good because they highlight that existence is performance that "to be" is a verb with many layers. To be a clown (noun) is indistinguishable from clownery (verb).

If don't particularly approve of the gender politics of salvia.

Very common to feel like "oh I need to tell xyz" but multiple layers of people who need to be told things. (I need to tell yall about telling the narrator about telling the wind about the eternal farmers I saw, spinning their merry way around the field of the universe).

Sensory experiences feeling fresh and new. The comedown is full of feeling sensory things and thinking "I was maybe put on earth to think about touching carpet, this is what I am for, born anew as I am now, to explore the carpet and to tell myself about the experience of touching the carpet. And to tell myself a story about how I was put on earth to touch carpet."

Acid music isn't as good, it just feels so complicated that my brain tuned it out. I think simple music that carries you along narratively is what you want--soundtrack music and stuff.

Obviously like. These are impossible to separate from what I expect of salvia and who I am as a person so take with a heavy grain of salt. Narrativizing myself is a very me thing, clowns is something I read online to expect.

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So yeah. I think the biggest effect was feeling "lost" from myself and getting totally engrossed in what felt like many layers of a story. As an example like, I see a book unfolding and the pages start telling me a story of a fisherwoman on a lake, and she gazes into the lake and sees a delinquent teen smoking on a park bench, and the teen dreams of a giant switchboard that's alive. and the giant switchboard feels something grand and incredible and it [me] wants to hold onto it. we need to tell this to our husband when we get home from fishing--no wait, our friends at high school--no wait, who are we again??

It is definitely less euphoric than a serotonin psychedelic. As a baseline I'm uncontrollably euphoric on acid, and the pervading emotion of salvia for me was a kind of beautiful, contemplative melancholy. the dark souls of drugs, thematically. I would expect that if you're baseline less-of-a-happy-camper on other psychedelics then salvia might just be extremely unpleasant without the beauty or contemplation feelings.

Physically, it was a mix between stunningly pleasant and strikingly uncomfortable. The feeling of 'getting pulled apart' or 'reality flipping inside out' can be extremely weird and off-putting OR kinda exhilarating, but I liked the heavy relaxed feeling a lot.

The visuals salvia were really interesting to me. They're less detailed and pattern-y than a classical psychedelic (less whirling patterns and fractals) and more dreamlike. A lot of soaring over a landscape, or drastic changes of scale. It felt like I could control them the same way you might be able to lucid dream, by making 'suggestions' that my brain could run with. "We're zooming down endless green hills [conscious thought: but what's that? a castle on the horizon?!] we zoom into the castle, across it's countless parapets and towers, and into..."

(I'm happy to expand on anything or answer further questions, etc.)

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as a final part i will paste excerpts from things i have written about salvia experiences, shortly after having them:

I met the embodiment of capitalism it was offices and piers and shipping containers that formed into a face on a throne. the ground dropped away from me and I started falling/being drawn toward the face. my body was spinning but my sight was unchanging and locked on the shifting face. and I started to get pulled apart and turned into components but then my headphones said "low battery" so I lost the vision.

Then I saw like a really cool anime opening for a mech anime where mech was being assembled in orbit. pieces snapped together like magnets and hovered a few mm apart like superconducting magnets levitating. it was cool

hilbert curve dandelions. also i owned a haunted fungal mansion in the dandelion dimension but I couldn't find it. too many dandelions.

I was the primordial sports ball. like if u imagine every sentence you could write about sports it is essentially the same. the goalie blocks the shot. the hockey player slaps the puck. the archer looses the arrow. they're all subcases of the primordial sentence "the [sportsman] [triumphs upon] [the sportsball]" (we must accept that salvia as it exists in my head is a very jungian-by-way-of-jordan-peterson drug and move on. im working on it dw). U might think that it is impossible to be the sportsball but think of sentences like "the safety tackles the running back". sometimes you can slide into being the sportsobject even if you are a person. and that's what I did. i one-electron-theoried the entire narrative space of sportsball.

[elvenbeard]

Today's modding shenanigans!

Today I wanted to test out ACM a bit :D I think I'd most enjoy using it as an additional tool for making custom outfits and seeing how different item appearances work together, less as my primary tool to creating custom outfits as such (also, it is a bit buggy for me and I can't seem to export appearances reliably for some reason).

Since you can alter custom appearances with it too, though, you could definitely mod one "base outfit" and then change the colors spontaneously for a different vibe (for example, I could make an apperance for Kerry wearing one t-shirt and then change the shirt decal or color on the fly in game without cluttering his .app file with a dozen different appearances that are virtually the same just different colors!). Wondering though if there exists a resource that lists every item's appearance names (cause some are super specific and hard to guess, like... instead of "black" or "smiley-face" you have appearances like "6th street" or "black_capsules") for this purpose... and if not, I'll probably make one just because I would find it useful to have xD

Also, ACM is really neat for taking off Kerry's jewelry on the fly for certain pics XD Or changing nail colors and things like that! In all these regards this is a super useful resource as is already, but I'm excited where the mod makers will take it :D (also... random sidenote, but can we talk about Dante for a moment? I'm a little bit in love, and I need his shirt not only for Kerry but also for Vince XD).

Then some silly behind the scenes stuff xDD @netcess said that Reed really needs a party outfit with a cool hat, so I put something quick and simple together for her and... I wanted to take a pic and as I went into Photomode, Vince spawned straight across from Reed and looked so disappointed at him partying without him when so many pressing issues are at hand XD Just really fun little moment I wanted to capture, intensified by facepalm XD

Honestly he rocks it XD Might make a recolor to fit his suit when the mood strikes xD

And finally: who wore it better? XD

(giggling and kicking my feet at how his hair and beard match now :3)

No but I actually tried my hand at editing this hair mesh for Kerry, cause it was clipping a bit here and there! This is done super quick and dirty like... In theory I know I could export his headmesh and then fit it exactly to that, but for now this aint so bad already actually! :D No more clipping into the side of his head and the hairline in the front looks better. I left out Johnny's hair cap and all that because I wanted to go for a really really short, very freshly shaved look for this like...

Something he would've done at the end of his tour right before coming back to Night City. Keeping the long hair consistent for all concerts. And as I said, I 100% get why he has that look, like... It has old, seasoned rocker vibes, it's so much less clean and more himself than his 2077-appearance like... natural hair color, not styled at all, embracing himself again with the whole "I'm gonna name my next album "Kerry Eurodyne" and go back to my roots thing, he looks like he just came off stage, sweaty and tousled, so... yes!! I do love it for all those reasons, but idk... I feel like, it's also at the same time something low maintenance that he doesn't have to pay a lot of mind to, escaping into his music and career after apparently losing V. And I think with the tour over and with getting V back so unexpectedly, he'd change things up a bit again. It's a concert/tour look for me. And this style is also low maintenance, while still Kerry, still rebellious, but a little more cleaned-up, in control of his life, if that makes sense?

@pinkyjulien sorry for stealing your tags from my other post, but you put it into words so well, on point!!

Especially your last point, cutting/shaving your hair to mark a new beginning is 100% such a thing he'd do!! So yeah, I think I'll stick with this for his two-years-plus-four-months-later look xD