#i try to avoid touching their stuff as much as possible cause i hate when they move mine and i'm not a damn hypocrite

[clarkeyscherry]

BF HEADCANONS // GEORGE CLARKE!

boyfriend!george... who’s the biggest gentleman you’ll ever meet.

boyfriend!george… who keeps his mullet just for you x (knows you’d literally off him if he cut it off)

boyfriend!george… his fans are obsessed with you, kind of how they are with liv and sabina. constantly asking for you to make an appearance on stream.

“is y/n there? yes she is, say hi to them.”

“hello lovelies!”

“all the comments are ‘y/n my queen’, ‘is he bothering you girl.’

boyfriend!george… who’s love language is physical touch and gift giving. will be stuck to your side at any given moment &&& will bring random stuff home to you everyday. always when it’s just the two of you though.

boyfriend!george… loves how you bond with his sister, literally means the world to him.

“what’ve you been up to today darling?”

“went shopping with emily!”

boyfriend!george… who’s secretly will match his outfit to yours on purpose.

boyfriend!george… who loves to give you pet names.

“love, sweetheart, darling, gorgeous.”

boyfriend!george… who will drop anything for you.

“guys i’m gonna go, y/n said she’s not feeling well.”

boyfriend!george… who sometimes feels like he’s third wheeling with you and max.

“i’m literally her boyfriend why am i left out…”

boyfriend!george… makes it annual for you to go on date nights, hates that people think just because you’re together now you shouldn’t be taking your mrs out.

boyfriend!george… who hates the ‘george can’t fight us all’ comments.

“i can and will fight every single one of you.”

boyfriend!george… literally worships the ground you walk on.

NSFW!

boyfriend!george… who’s a huge munch and will quite literally beg you to sit on his face.

boyfriend!george… who’s not afraid to be vocal in bed.

“shit- don’t stop.” “doing so good.”

boyfriend!george… lovessss when you leave marks and scratches on him, literally is like 😛 if one of the boys see them and points them out.

“george and y/n going at it like rabid animals.”

boyfriend!george… who’s favourite positions are missionary and cowgirl. loves missionary because it’s so intimate and he’s obsessed with looking into you eyes, but also adores when you get on top.

boyfriend!george… who lowkey loves risky sex. like when he knows chris and arthur could walk in at any minute he’ll bend you over the kitchen counter but will act like nothing happened when they come home.

boyfriend!george… this man is obsessed with giving praise ESPECIALLY “good girl” cause he knows how much that edges you closer.

DURING AN ARGUMENT!

boyfriend!george… absolutely hates arguing so will avoid it at all costs.

boyfriend!george… never ever raises his voice, will try to resolve everything as calm as possible. also is majorly patient with you if you lose your shit slightly.

boyfriend!george… always listens to you no matter if he thinks you’re in the wrong he’ll hear you out. but also makes sure you know it’s important to hear out both sides.

“thank you for telling me but…”

boyfriend!george… knew you had a bit of avoidant in the beginning due to past relationships and always asks you if he’s being too much for you.

boyfriend!george… who’s always the first to apologise cause you’re too stubborn to.

boyfriend!george… who lowkey loves if you snap at him cause you’re jealous — but if you snap at him for some other reason he’ll get upset.

i love writing these — probably will post a bf!chris next (but maybe w2s) xxx

[hunters-vigil]

The Archon's Baby - Chapter 1 - Not Getting Better

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request from ao3: Make one where they have a child but the female character doesn't tell Mavuika that she is expecting a child and distances herself from Mavuika please 🙏🙏

content warnings: pregnancy, pregnant!reader, vomit, no smut, possible character death, 5.0 and 5.1 genshin spoilers, starts pre-5.0

Fic under the cut, don't repost my stuff on other platforms, i have ao3. Reader is not the traveller. Reader's adoptive sisters are Chasca and Chuychu but Reader might not be from Natlan - who knows?

Originally, you thought it was some form of abyss corruption, or even food poisoning causing you to be so unwell. It started so sudden, but you could also blame your sister's cooking…

The fatigue was annoying, but the nausea? Even if you wanted to hide it, you couldn't. Mavuika was hurrying over to you the morning it began and each morning since then, finding you sitting on the floor next to the toilet.

"You were uninjured against the abyss during the attack the other day…" Mavuika's fingers hooked under your chin, looking over your face for any signs of abyssal corruption. She had done this every morning, finding nothing but a tiredness in your eyes and your skin clammy.

"Chuychu checked me over after that attack, any abyssal corruption would have been dealt with then… probably just food poisoning or something…" you leaned into her touch as she helped you back to bed.

"Still…" Mavuika frowned, wishing she could stay with you today, but she was busy due to the upcoming Pilgrimage. As the archon, she would need to attend. It wasn't often she had a lot of time for you, but you two made as much time as you could for each other…

"You should see what Chuychu thinks. You're not getting any better, and I'm worried." Mavuika sighed as she gently brushed your cheek with her thumb.

"I haven't told anyone about us…" you confessed, sitting up carefully to try avoid the nausea getting any worse, "have you?"

"Not when you're not ready, and that's okay. We can tell people when you're ready. I have a meeting with Citlali, so I'll see you later?" your lover asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you hummed.

You remained there as you watched her head out before anyone else was awake, before anyone knew she had stayed over in your bed, instead of her own.

You weren't sure how anyone would react to you dating the pyro archon. Mavuika was human, but still, she was Natlan's archon first, your relationship with her came second. Plus, the two who had become your sisters… they would be in for a shock.

///

Eventually, you got ready for the day. You had to meet your sister to head out to the Stadium of the Scared Flame together, but the nausea was rearing its angry head.

"Okay, what's going on?" Chasca frowned in concern, wrapping her arm around you as you leaned into her with a grimace.

"Just feel like crap. Have you seen Chuychu today?" closing your eyes to try focus on your breathing, your sister guided you over to a rock to sit down. The two of you were supposed to be at the stadium now to sort things out for the upcoming Pilgrimage.

"Let's get you to her for a check-up, you look like you're about to-" Chasca was cut off as by your retching, "too late…" she muttered, rubbing circles in your back to soothe you.

"Do you think she'll yell at me?" you whispered as your sister helped you walk towards the stadium, where your other sister should be, doing her own prep for the Pilgrimage.

"Yell at you? For food poisoning, or the flu, or whatever you have? It doesn't seem like abyssal corruption but… she shouldn't yell at you for that, only for not going to her sooner." Chasca replied, holding back her smile as you groaned. You hated when Chuychu argued with either of you.

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"What are you two doing here?" Chuychu raised an eyebrow as she found the two of you sat outside of the stadium, your head in Chasca's lap as she drew patterns in your scalp.

"Hi…" you opened your eyes briefly to acknowledge your sister.

"I think a check-up is needed…" Chasca admitted, gesturing to you but the fatigue was beginning to get the better of you as you let out a soft yawn.

"Let's go inside. Can you stand?" Chuychu's face softened immediately, moving to assist Chasca to get you inside.

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"So, we can rule out abyssal contamination but I still have some questions for you, but first… Chasca, do you have to stand over there watching us like a hawk?" Chuychu sighed, gesturing for Chasca to sit with you instead of watching from the corner.

"If its not abyssal contamination, isn't it just food poisoning or the flu- it's nothing serious, right Chuychu?" Chasca asked, taking a seat next to you as you sipped the water you had been given.

"Your symptoms are similar to food poisoning, but… how long did you say you've been feeling like this?" Chuychu enquired, frowning to herself as she began to put the pieces together.

"I don't know, more than four days… maybe a week? I don't really remember…" you trailed off, feeling your sister tense next to you as you bit your lip. Mavuika would remember, but she wasn't here. She couldn't be, even if she wasn't busy, it would be too suspicious.

"You've been sick for a week and we're just hearing about this now? You really are the limit sometimes…" Chuychu huffed, but you didn't respond, avoiding her gaze like a scolded child.

"I don't know, sometimes I'd just feel rubbish in the morning but feel better later." You tried to defend yourself, but in the end, it led your sisters to more questions.

"In the morning…" Chasca frowned, looking at you with a careful eye that had you shifting uncomfortably.

"Okay… that explains a lot…" Chuychu nodded, observing you a little longer before she spoke, "now for the tough questions. When was your last period?"

"Why?"

"Now is not the time to get defensive…" Chasca replied to your sharp tone.

"Is there any chance you could be pregnant?" Chuychu waited, but your sisters voices shifted into a high pitched ringing...

[pastafossa]

hiya! i’m asking both you and @bellaxgiornata this question (because you’re my favorite daredevil writers). as someone who was very sunburnt today, july 4th, do you think matt can feel himself get a sunburn? and would he wear sunscreen to counteract it? when we were young, my sister had bad sensory issues and wouldn’t wear sunscreen. so i’m just wondering what matt’s reaction to all that would be. hope you had a great 4th of july!!

I have no idea if @bellaxgiornata this but I'm not going to check because I want to see how our answers stack up if she does!

FIRST... ok wait, first, THANK YOU! 😭 But also I feel that as someone who basically bursts into flame in the sun like a vampire. And while I'd vaguely thought about Matt and his poor pale Irish skin, I hadn't considered it until now so this is a fun What If? Q: Do you think Matt can feel himself getting sunburned?

A: I say yes, based on what happens when you get sunburned. From what I understand, when you start getting burned and those little cells start dying, your body immediately begins damage control: blood vessels dilate to bring in blood and immune cells move in to clean up all the dead and mutated cells. This is why you heat up, the skin is red, you get a nasty case of swelling and inflammation. All of this, in theory, is something Matt can sense even in himself - he'd feel the initial shift in blood, that extra heat, likely before the inflammation and swelling really started. On top of that, burns sting, and with the way his sense of touch is heightened, I'm guessing he'd be able to really, really feel the beginnings of a burn before it got serious. Which would likely happen fairly quickly considering how pale our boy is. Upside is he'd turn out to be an excellent Burn Detector for anyone he's out with. No one's getting burned when he's on watch. But that leads to:

Q: Would he wear sunscreen?

A: This is an interesting one, because like you said, there's a sensory thing. Yeah, plenty of us have fond memories of the scent of sunscreen (cause hey, it means beaches, sunshine, pools, lots of fun things), but some very much do not like it whether it's due to texture or smell. With Matt's sense of smell, I'd go with the scent being less than pleasant, and he wouldn't be fond of that sorta sticky feeling you get from the heavier stuff. I can see him absolutely trying to avoid scenarios where he'd have to wear it, whether that means wearing certain clothes or just kinda dodging events and activities where he might have to deal with it (a public pool would likely be unpleasant in multiple ways anyway, not just in terms of sunscreen) and while he probably enjoys walking through the park or tree-lined streets in the Kitchen, enjoys those patches and moments in the sun, he's not looking to go out in summer and lay there in the grass under sunshine for an extended period of time. Fall's a bit easier (he can enjoy more sunshine without risk of burning since UV radiation is lower) at least, so that's a time he'd be more comfortable spending time out like that.

If a friend or partner really, really wanted him to do Something Summery And Sunny, though, he'd absolutely choose to prioritize their happiness over his comfort (we all know how he is). He'd grimace and stinky cat face and apply the sunscreen - the type for sensitive skin, helping at least a little - because the only thing he'd hate more than the scent/texture of sunscreen is the texture of burns being rubbed constantly for hours beneath the Daredevil suit, cause holy shit would that hurt. Healing meditation is great, but I have a feeling he burns hard and fast, so even his body would struggle to heal sunburn quickly. He learned that the hard way after his first annual Nelson Clan Summer Barbecue at a local park.

But if at all possible, he's going to avoid too much sun, skip the sunscreen, and head inside the second he feels those blood vessels dilate. He's more of a night guy, anyway.

[no1ryomafan]

I'm genuinely/morbidly curious friend: What kind of toxicity have you encountered in Mecha Fandom spaces?

Truth be told, I'm mostly on own my little bubble, actively stirring away from most possible drama, enjoying my old robot series mostly on my own... though, some times, I accidentally convince my friends to give them a watch.😅

So, I'm not familiar with the kind of toxicity brewing there... And it's something I won't ever engage with, because I want for my online spaces to be positive, for my own mental health.

But I'm genuinely/morbidly curious about it nonetheless, because it might helpful to stay away from potentially toxic fandom discourse and other such nonsense.

Ok before I get into it I wanna say I do my best to avoid actual fandom discourse as I’ve seen enough to know how it effects me and also I’m just way too old for it-I say at the age of 21 which is YOUNG but good that I realize now-however it still comes up when I’m around discord servers, I still don’t engage with it but I can’t really step away without leaving friends servers which I don’t want to do unless it gets super bad you know? Muting channels is always a option anyways.

But to answer the question, a lot of mecha discourse boils down to HEAVY elitism. Mecha fans are very defensive of the genre and will find any means to attack people for it. I think the biggest example is anytime Evangelion is brought up, or more specifically the “deconstruction” claim. Where people think Eva is the only mecha with human characters, it is a very dumb take, but how the fandom reacts to it and how it’s effected discussion of Eva is far from a good thing because being fully honest? I never SEE Eva fans try to claim this anymore. I won’t deny there’s probably bad ones with how big Eva is, but I feel like mecha fans didn’t let go of this notion that they use it as justify to hate Eva and it’s perfectly fine if you think it’s overrated if you’ve seen other mechas you like more but it’s not okay to mass harass anyone who likes it yet isn’t even being mean about it, I’ve had people go DIRECTLY to me that “I’m gonna hate Eva fans cause they suck and so does the show”, that is literally more toxic behavior then the Eva fan you made up in your head. I genuinely feel bad for Eva fans who GOT into the mecha genre too cause shock of all shock they do in fact exist, which is why I’m again more skeptical of do people REALLY still claim Eva a deconstruction or are you people refusing to let go of it? (No one wants to admit either that Nadesico gets hit with this claim, by ACTUAL MECHA FANS MIND YOU yet it’s as stupid to say but they will argue, though I won’t get into that either if you haven’t seen it + it pisses me off more then the Eva one)

Genuinely seen the toxicity towards any popular mecha tbh, Gurren and Geass have it bad and Gurren fans get shoved down their throat they need to watch getter when as much as I’d like getter to be acknowledged more, someone who likes Gurren isn’t inclined too and vice versa, given I personally do not care to watch it whatsoever even if my bf trying to convince me so next to being toxic it just be hypocritical of me to shove it down peoples throats, so I simply don’t.

Genuinely mecha discourse can be summarized down to “this sucks watch this instead” and people then get confused why no one wants to watch mecha, next to how these people don’t really do a good job at SELLING why you should past “its historically important to anime!” and I have history anime autism yet I’m not gonna go that far so that’s not needed to enjoy anime, even if people should watch older stuff more. There is a lot more I could go into, I didn't touch the obvious elephant in the room being how most gundam fans act or other specific takes I see with getter but this post is long as is and I think you get the point.

So yeah. You made the right choice not interacting with the fandom, I sadly just can't entirely avoid it.

[yourlocal-underpaid-babysitter]

I went to the zoo today with my friends, I had gotten a steroid epidural below my L5 vertebrae just this morning and I HATE sunlight but we all have to go separate places for summer and it was nice weather so we had to do a thing

So we wandered around a public zoo, made jokes about the animals, gave them silly names, imagined adopting leopards (I will have one), and made a telenovela out of a very entertaining puffin

But again, I dislike sun, I'm sensitive to it

I am also chronically ill with chronic pain and fatigue and for the past 8 months have had horrendous back pain and have been avoiding walking or sitting if possible, plus steroid injections can cause more pain right after and also headaches

So I was hooked up to a portable TENS unit. This was my first time ever using a mobility aid that is so visible and uncommon. A brace or even KT tape, people don't make assumptions, they assume you are a hurt athlete or twisted something. You aren't SICK you are just wounded.

But a bunch of wires sticking out of your shorts and connected to a little device on your belt that is flashing constantly? That's not normal.

Immediately I got flagged by security, it was the first time i had to explain what it was to someone with a taser on their hip. They were elderly and not cops, and barely even looked at me or the device before giving me a thumbs up.

I was so nervous.

Then later, when I was watching some penguins, I looked down and there was this baby in a stroller next to me. I started pointing stuff out to her because I can't help myself from interacting with kids (I have a problem) and her parents were nice and then I turned away and heard

"Oh no sweetie don't touch that"

I turned back to see her little chubby hand reaching for my TENS unit, she was no where close to it. I smiled and said "I don't think you want that, it is not a phone I promise"

Her dad laughed and said "it has buttons, that's all she needs"

So I joked "yeah but all those do is make it shoot electricity, no fun colors or noises!"

It was so sweet and wholesome.

I stopped worrying for a bit.

Randomly I would remember i was in shorts and a cropped tshirt, that the wires stuck out over the hem of my shorts, I would tuck down what I could, but I was also pain free and that is worth so much.

The only other notable thing was as we were going back to our dorms, the TENS unit was loose cause I had sat with it on and then stood and then bent down to pick something up and so it fell and was still connected and working, just like dangling at my side.

My friends were teasing me, asking for me to hurry up and I huffed out a "right sure, ask the one with wires coming out of her to hurry up."

And there was this guy walking by so obviously trying not to laugh.

I am pretty sure I was carrying way too many things because the thought of putting things in my bag was not coming to me. Also the band of my high waisted underwear were showing and I had wires holding this thing at my side as I groaned.

But just how simple it was, just how he laughed and did not stare or ask any awkward questions...

I'm 20... in 3 months I will be 21.

That TENS unit is probably going to be one of the more discreet accessibility device I have in my life. I am constantly using braces and KT tape, but again, less people look to hard or understand what that means.

Sometimes it is really hard for me to accept that this is me young, that this could be my best time (pain wise, I know I can be happy and still have pain)

My body is getting worse, I have always teetered on the edge of 'just ill enough it fucks with me but no one else has to know' and I'm starting to reach the point of 'everyone has to know or I have to be okay with them thinking I'm crazy' I know that soon I'll be looking down the path of 'if they don't know then they are stupid' and it frustrates me a lot

I'm open about my health, I'm happy describing my mobility aids to people, but I get frustrated or anxious when I have a new one like today. It was a positive experience, and I had very little pain with it on.

Learning to live and make accommodations for yourself is hard. I just wanted to share my good day.

Now I'm going to curl up in a ball in a very dark room because my head is killing me.

[discotenny]

OHH YOU GET IT YOU GET IT YOU GET IT YOU GET ITT

I also think that ramuda finds after a while that he does truly enjoy a lot of the things that he thought he was only pretending to like..... I think he did so many cute and fun things but never truly let himself indulge in them to the fullest and always questioned if he actually liked anything, at all, that feeling of emptiness inside and unsure whether or not he could ever enjoy anything

but (seeing this through a fling poly lense. but platonic posse or y/n perspective fits just as much) his reactions to his loved ones, gen being silly or dice being stupid or the two trying to make him laugh.. he reacts the way he would pretend to but it's cuter and cheerier because it's honest... aaaahghghggnvjfjwudfffff ramfdddmdmdmdmdmrzmudassramudamramuramuramura

AMEMURA

also, I um I thought that your discodark tag was inexcplicably #DISCOSHARK and sat here for so long trying to figure out why. oy. amazing tag though I wouls use that

be careful writing smut because omfg every time I've seen a hypmic blog accept smut the horny fans make it so like 80% are smut, minor fans are pushed out and then the author gets tired of only writing smut/overworked from the demand and retires from hypmic 😭 the horny force is strong here

however. I already have a req in mind haha I wil wait until mine and a lot of others are filled before submitting to be fair but... >:3

also imo in the fling poly house... everyone has their own room but they often sleep in one with each other, dice is almost always in ramuda or gen's bed at night and the one everyone usually ends up in is ramuda's

if you don't fall asleep cuddling or ■■■■■■■ dice you wake up with him at the foot of your bed like a big dog 🤭 -jaku anon

RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT !!! It’s the inner conflict thats akin to delusion. What if he’s enjoying these things because it’s what he’s supposed to do to keep up appearances. What if he’s smiling and laughing and having fun because it’s all apart of the careful persona he’s built up after all this time.

It doesn’t cross his mind that he could possibly genuinely enjoy the things he does because he thinks everything about him is part of the persona. He doesn’t think the laughs and smiles and fun are real cause he’s never experienced it sincerely before. Through time with Gentaro, Dice, and everyone else in his life though- the line between “Ramuda” and Ramuda blur.

Bit by bit he starts to realize that he’s not laughing to keep up appearances, he’s not eating this ice cream to survive, and he’s not hugging his friends to build artificial bonds.

I appreciate how Hypmic as a brand didn’t make Ramu secretly hate all the pastels and fluff he surrounds himself with. It’s refreshing seeing a male chara of his nature enjoy that stuff personally 🤔🤔🤔 It’s part of what makes Ramu such a good chara to me ^w^

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The last time I wrote smut on this blog was when I was a minor writing for Bungo JABSKDBDKDJIS (DWDW IM TURNING 19 SOONTOO 🙏🙏🙏). The horny force is VERYYY much strong in that fandom too if u guys take a peek. And I definitely know what you mean by minor fans are pushed out, it was soooo prevalent back in my Hetalia and BSD eras (separate ansnsjdhdkdndj)

I’ve seen and heard my own stories of how writers would get overwhelmed writing smutfic only and it’s something I do wish to avoid 😣. And I REALLLLY don’t want it to become what the majority of my blog is about. Maybe if I get tipsy again I’ll have a horny thirsts night but that’s about it skdbdkdbdk.

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Everyone sleeping in Ramu’s bed is such a thought omg kenkenrnrndmwm. Trying to cramp 4 people with wildly different preferred sleeping positions in one bed is insane. You guys will see more of this in my big sleeping post but I HC Gentaro to be the most cuddliest at night because of how he runs cold. His limbs are long so at least one arm / leg is touching each of you at once.

AND I FULLY AGREE !! Dice is the type to stand at the end of your bed, silent and staring- waiting till you wake up in the middle of the night and it scares the shit out of you. Terrified, you ask him what’s up and he says he had a tummy ache :C

[sinnahsaint]

The way I understood OP was similar to how my friend group says “do science to it”.

(Backstory interlude: I am an autistic person with adhd and cptsd. When I went to a therapist I basically told him I wanted to dump my brain out and have the professionals sort the problems I’m having into labeled boxes because I did a lot of my own sorting but I didn’t have the perspective and experience to look at the whole pile and maybe say “I see where you’d get adhd but no it’s all the cptsd.” Now the therapist has DID help me find the labels so I could find the information and resources I needed to continue on my healing journey… but I eventually grew past that.)

I can “do science” to a headache by checking on my water, food, caffeine, dirty glasses, posture, sleep schedule, new stressors, etc. I can also decide I don’t care what caused it and brute force it gone by downing pills with a large glass of milk or juice and taking a nap.

I had been brute forcing my way through life. Can’t get going for work? Survive off energy drinks and chocolate bars. Get super irritable at work and don’t know why? Get a new job and quit(hopefully in that order but not always).

Finding out what was wrong was a great first step in understanding… but eventually I realized “I am annoyed because it’s too noisy in here and I can’t focus(adhd)” and “I am annoyed because it’s too noisy in here and I can’t focus(autism)” have the same or similar solutions.

Learning to register when something is going wrong is the first step in catching ptsd triggers too so I used that skill to notice when I was unhappy with other things too. I have found that approaching instances of “I am not content with this situation” with curiosity as to your current state and possible solutions, yields better longterm results than routing through diagnostic criteria.

Situation 1

Option A : “I feel hot -> It is not physically hotter in here than usual -> I don’t recognize this as a symptom of my diagnosis’ -> Guess there’s nothing to do but ignore it and get crankier at everyone around me.”

OR

Option B: “I feel hot -> It’s not physically hotter in here than usual -> I’m going to take off my sweater and sit down with a glass of water and ask my body wtf”

Turns out that after doing option B only TWICE I found out that I had be en trained to ignore my own pain for so long that it sometimes registers as overheating if I don’t treat it when it first makes itself known. Ignore a headache, get overheated. No advil for cramps? Overheated.

Situation 2

Option A: “I detest microfiber cleaning cloths -> this is a symptom of autism so I’m stuck with hating them -> guess I’ll avoid them when I can and suffer through using them at work because they’re required for the windows because we just use water”

Or

Option B: “I detest microfibre cleaning cloths -> I don’t have to touch things I don’t want to. I use gloves to protect my hands from chemicals and slimy stuff, they would probably work for scratchy stuff too -> I’m going to wear gloves all the time at work”

They thought I was a germaphobe but it worked.

Every person is different. We are not robots with helpful error messages……. Well lets just say the error messages are often vague.

A hungover person probably got that way because they drank too much… that info might help them avoid a hangover in the future … but it doesn’t help them deal with the hangover right now. Theres’s no time machine and no magic un-drink pill. Right now they need water, electrolytes, some food, and if possible, some more sleep and pretty much every hungover person is drawn to these things in different ways. Some swear by some unholy orange juice and hotsauce and egg drink, some want a big salty/greasy breakfast, some chug a gatorade and sleep til noon.

Practicing the skill of sitting with yourself and asking what’s wrong will lead you to something to try faster and more helpfully than deciding what diagnosis is causing the upset.

depathologizing your own responses to things means no longer worrying about which symptom matches which diagnosis matches which branded treatment model and instead practicing gentle non-judgmental curiosity about what you’re going through from the perspective of someone who wants to fulfill one of the most basic and primal needs for you which is the sensation of being seen and heard

[yonaioana]

Hello! Can I request a platonic ennead request?

Is about male reader who is a god, God of freedom and as well festivals and happyness, reader mostly wears a mask, that looks almost the same as horus but it look more like peacock!

He extremely hate when people try to see his face.

He gets along with others Gods but after he move away from Egypt (well he is still in Egypt just in different place, he have his own village were everyone love him, and of course respect him) he doesnt talk so much with them anymore.

So seth meets again y/n but sees that y/n have change, that y/n is more calm, helpful, nice and it is because y/n have his own family to take care of!

Y/n's wife looks almost the same as set but she have red hair but blue eyes, and have a child!

So how would seth(you can put here as well horus, anubis, isis or someone else?) react to seeing y/n after so long time? And him havin his own family?

I hope you can understand this, and if I made some mistake Im so sorry! (• ▽ •;)

The first thing that came to mind after reading this is the shock on Seth's face cause everyone avoided him even his parents due to his hair and eye color so when he meets your wife who looks a awful lot like him he is very happy, big ego boost there. But when he sees the kid with his moms hair and your eyes he goes in cuteness overload wishing Anubis would still be as small as your kid.

Horus while he is very happy for you he dreams of having one day a similar relationship with seth. The kid would be Horus's favourite, imagine a kid dangling from his wings saying how much your masks look alike. He will be called uncle regardless if you are related or not. He was very awkward around your wife trying to be as polite as possible.

I know damn well your kid would be sassy around Osiris, they dont like him at all stiking his tongue out and "accidentally" throwing stuff at him. And Osiris doesnt like the kid either how they're getting all the love and affection.

Anubis swears in his mind that he will do anything to help your kid if they ever go through a similar experience as he did before becoming a god.

Isis welcomes you back, if your wife is a mortal she will be surprised at first but very accepting but if she is a god she will wonder how they've never met before. Loves the kid almost as much as her son.

Ra is verry pleased to welcome some new gods into the family nudging you to make another kid since this one turned out so cute. While she likes the kid running around she does not appreciate being touched în any way shape or form so you will have to hold your kid back from hugs or any playful behavior around her.

[polarspaz]

I am begging for more bloodborn au content just foaming at the mouth here. is there anything you thought about the au that you find really interesting or anything about the au that you wanna share or write about?

Haha, okay lets see, here are some random ideas I've had about it.

-After returning to Hawkins, Steve has a penchant for saying really disturbing things very casually. Dustin once asked him why his Saw Cleaver has bandages on it and Steve just like, "Oh, that's to help to help keep the blade from rusting. It gets covered in blood all the time"

And boy, does it get bloody when Steve fights.

Hunters heal faster with blood, so getting covered in the stuff while fighting is good deal. Making hunters end up adopting a fighting style where they kill beasts but also create horrid bloodbaths.

And Steve has really no idea he does this. He only realized when Robin threw up after seeing him fight for the first time and barely gagged out, "Not enough blood for ya champ?" Thankfully Hopper lets him use the cabin's hose to wash all the blood and gore off himself when the fights are over.

-In Yharnam Steve escorted Gascoigne's daughter to the chapel. There was no way in hell he was going to let her go alone.

-Steve has the hunter's mark branded on the inside of his wrist. He has no idea how it got there, but it bleeds and burns when a Demogorgon or another monster is near.

-Steve HATED Micolash.

-The last time Steve sees Eileen is on the steps of the church, gasping and covered in blood. Steve tries to help her as much as possible before going after the hunter that did this too her. After a fierce battle he kills the offender, races back to the stairs to check on Eileen, but she's gone. He never sees her again.

-Steve is not the biggest fan of how the Messengers look ((creepy raisin ghost babies)), but they're also really helpful. They usually pop up to help point him where he needs to go next, or what to grab.

-Gehrman kind of freaks Steve out. Thankfully the guy is hardly around and if he is, he's asleep. Steve just kinda does his best to avoid the guy and instead asks the Doll or Eileen for advice.

-El and Vecna cannot read Steve's mind or posses him. If they did, well that would be really, really bad. Steve himself doesn't realize that not only has he seen a lot of deep Eldritch shit, he has also been touched by a Great One. So just glimpsing his mind can either cause someone to see some horrible stuff, but it could also piss off the Moon Presence who has basically laid it's claim on Steve. Who also placed an insanity inducing booby trap against those that would also try to mentally attack or claim Steve.

[dreamerstreamer]

A Terrible Tutor

Pairing: Dream / Clay x gn!reader

Summary: [High School!AU] He’s cocky, annoying, a total tease, has a laugh loud enough to shake the stars, and you hate him. But as luck would have it, he’s also your tutor.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: minor cursing

A/N: this is based on a classmate i had way back! (we did not fall in love. he was awful.) i’ve also never taken physics, but i tried something a bit new for the reader’s personality. i hope you enjoy :) <3

You glared down at your physics textbook, the open pages staring back up at you with beady eyes made of diagrams and labels. Off to the side, your notebook was strewn across your desk, a list of questions scribbled across the top line in a hurried rush. The handwriting was messier than you would have liked, but the thought didn’t irritate you.

What did irritate you was that it was nearly half past four, and your so-called tutor still hadn’t shown up.

You could still envision the concerned look on Mr. Craftson’s face as he held you back a moment after class, watching as the rest of your classmates poured out of the door with an anxious look. He had offered you a kind smile before pulling out your test from the week before, and you winced at the numerous red marks scattered across the front page alone.

“I know you’ve been struggling in this class,” he said, gazing at you almost pitifully.

You tried not to glower at the sight of his apologetic eyes trained on you, instead nodding your head slowly. “It’s been… hard,” you said slowly.

He leaned an arm on his chair, pushing your test toward you. “You ask questions in class,” he hummed, “and from what I’ve seen, you complete your homework diligently.” His smile fell. “Yet here you are me, with the lowest mark in my class.”

You wanted to shrivel up into a ball. Maybe he didn’t have to say it like that, but he wasn’t wrong, either.

At your silence, he prodded at you. “Is there anything going on at home that might be hindering you, or…?”

You whipped your head up, your eyes wide. “No! Things are—things are great. It’s just…”

You swallowed, then sighed, fidgeting your fingers on your lap. “I guess,” you murmured, trying to quell the shame flaring up inside you, “I’ve just been really struggling with the material, and none of it’s really been clicking.”

Mr. Craftson’s face softened in an instant. “That’s alright. Thank you for being honest with me. If my teaching hasn’t been working out with you…”

He paused, rubbing at the blond stubble on his chin for a moment. Then, his face lit up and he leaned forward. “Tell you what,” he said. “I’ve got a great student who I think might be able to explain things to you in a way you might be able to grasp a little better. He’s got the best marks in this class.”

Your eyes widened. The best in the class? He had to be a genius.

“I have a good feeling he can meet you tomorrow at four after school to help you out,” he continued, leaning against the arm rest of his office chair. “What do you say?”

You blinked, a thoughtful look passing over your face. Lord knew you needed the help—you were practically failing the class—but an uneasy stone settled into the pit of your stomach. You’ve never needed tis much help to pass a class before. The thought made you want to gag. Slowly, you opened your mouth.

“Do I have to…” You gestured vaguely. “Pay him or something?”

His cerulean eyes blinked at you for a second, then he laughed—the kind of deep-belly laugh only teachers seemed to be able to have. “No, no,” he said, waving his hand at you, “not at all. He’s a good kid. He wouldn’t do something like that.”

You bobbed your head, your insides crumbling. You didn’t want to accept, you really didn’t. Part of you guys wanted to believe that you could just work harder, study by yourself even more. You were a dedicated student, and you were doing just fine in all your other classes. Surely the content couldn’t get that much harder, right?

But as your gaze lowered to the red ink staining your test once more, you felt yourself swallowing the lump in your throat. Straightening your back, you let your stubborn pride seep out of your shoulders and onto the floor.

It looked like this was a sacrifice you were simply going to have to make.

“Thank you so much for the offer,” you said, letting your lips curl up into a genuine, grateful smile. “It—it really means a lot.”

Mr. Craftson grinned at you, an easygoing flint shining in his eyes. “Of course. You’re a bright student. Sometimes we all just need a little push.”

You could still remember shaking his hand in thanks before bundling your stuff in your arms and shuffling into the hall, tucking your feet between the pages of your textbook. That had been yesterday, and now, the same one was sitting on your desk, open to a new page full of jumbled words you could hardly decipher.

The chair across from you was distinctly empty.

He—whoever he was—was late.

You distantly wondered to yourself who your tutor even was, your gaze drifting down to your textbook. Mr. Craftson had said he was the best student taking the class. Would it be George? He always seemed like he knew what was going on, and he never really asked questions. But sometimes, he looked like he was just zoning out. Maybe it was Technoblade. He was smart. You paused, then shook your head. No, everyone knew he was one of those English kids.

The thought made you furrow your brows, wracking your head even more. The words on the page grew muddled and fuzzy as you thought even more. Just who was it?

Just then, you heard the classroom door swing open with the same loud creak every door in the school seemed to have. The sound of heavy breaths and panting filled the air, then a haggard voice spoke up.

“Hey, I’m so sorry I’m late.”

You didn’t look up from your page, letting a sigh escape your lips as you lifted your head. Plastering a polite smile to your face, you let your gaze travel toward your tutor. “Hi, it’s nice to me—”

Suddenly, your voice died in your throat as your eyes locked onto the figure standing in the doorway. Towering over the desks with a duffel bag resting against his hip, his dirty blond locks were damp and matted against his forehead, his emerald eyes blinking at you. Something bitter and warm twisted in your gut at the sight, and the smile dropped off your face and into a scowl.

“Oh,” you said flatly. “It’s you.”

The smile he offered you was easygoing, but you didn’t miss the strain in his gaze. “It’s me.”

You bit on the inside of your cheek, your heart practically revolting against your rib cage with the way it was hammering. A million questions were darting around the inside of your skull, only making your blood boil even more with each passing second.

Of all the people you had expected to show up, Clay was easily the last.

The two of you had first met back in freshman year in your first science class—he had sat behind you and had the loudest laugh on the planet, or so you were convinced. You were quieter back then, but just as stubborn and snappish as now. Soon enough, one thing led to another, and you swore the two of you were suddenly enemies for life.

Although you couldn’t remember what had caused your little feud, you knew that he was the one who started it. He was loud and kicked your chair, he just loved to borrow your pens and never return them, and you could never figure out just why he loved to tease you so much. You don’t think you learned a single thing in that class, always distracted by the presence staring a hole into your back, and you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

Naturally, that meant your teacher assigned him to sit behind you for the rest of the year. To this day, you were convinced she hated you, and you still avoided her in the halls.

To say that science class was your least favourite would be an understatement, and soon enough, everybody was in on your hatred for each other. Clay never seemed to stop pestering you no matter how hard you tried to ignore him, and you would never forget the day you finally snapped at him, whipping around to glare at him with your cheeks on fire.

“Will you please shut up?”

The shocked look on his face was still burned into your memory as it melted into a wide, proud grin.

“Only if you make me.”

Even years later, he always seemed to find a way to worm himself back into your life, and you hated it. You hated him, simple as that.

So, seeing him standing in front of you like this, it took every ounce of your strength to keep your voice as neutral as possible.

“What took you so long?”

He patted his duffel bag before slipping it off his shoulder and setting it on the ground. “I just finished football practice. Coach ran a little long and I figured it would be polite to take a shower before so I didn’t smell all sweaty when I tutored you.”

You blinked, your mouth falling open. That explained his wet hair, you guessed. While you were vaguely flattered, you were distracted by something else. “You knew that you would be tutoring me?”

Clay nodded, pulling back the chair in front of you. “Yeah. Phil asked me.”

You gaped. “You call Mr. Craftson by his first name?”

His smile was a touch too smug for your liking, and you wanted to wipe it off his face. “Maybe. I was surprised when he asked, though.” He wrinkled his nose and shot you a teasing smirk as he sat down. “I didn’t think you would be failing this class.”

You glowered, that same bitter feeling bubbling up in your chest, again. “I’m not failing,” you snapped. “I’m just…” You paused, your cheeks growing hot. “…not passing.”

He gave you a deadpan look, then laughed. “That’s the same thing.”

You sent him a gesture that your teacher most certainly would have scolded you for if he was here, and he laughed even harder. You were suddenly reminded of just how damn loud his laugh was, sounding like fireworks in your ears. Slumping over, you hung your head in your hands.

“Ugh. I can’t believe you knew you were going to be tutoring me of all people.” You paused, then added, “I can’t believe you agreed.”

He tilted his head at you, brushing his damp hair out of his face. “Did you not know I was gonna be your tutor?”

“No.” You frowned. “If I did, I wouldn’t have shown up.”

His eyes flickered with mirth as a smile stretched across his face. “Aw, am I really that disagreeable?”

“Yes,” you said immediately, your gaze as sharp as a blade. “Without a doubt. A hundred percent. I didn’t even have to think about it.”

He whistled, feigning a wince. “Harsh.”

Wryly, you said, “You deserve it.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “I wasn’t that bad as a freshman, was I?”

You gave him a hard, callous stare. “Do you really think I’m the one you should be asking that question?”

He thought about it for a moment, then sighed. “Okay, point taken.”

You dragged a hand over your face, then pointed at your textbook. “Are you going to teach me now or what? We’re already behind.”

He winced for real this time, and you almost felt bad for him. Almost. “Sorry, again.”

“Seriously,” you muttered under your breath, reaching into your back to grab your pencil case, “and to think that you have the highest grades in this class.”

“Hey,” he shot back, “I’m brains and brawn.”

You shot him a look that was nothing short of disgusted. He cringed a little at the sight.

“Okay, that was cheesy, but I’m not wrong. Besides, coach says I have to keep my grades up or else I’m off the team.” He leaned closer to you, and you tried to ignore the feeling of his hot breath fanning over your skin. “You know I can’t let everyone down like that.”

You looked unconvinced. “Uh huh. Totally.” Whipping out a pencil, you tapped at the bottom of the page you had open. “Can you explain this to me, now? The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can leave.”

He quietly chuckled, and you hated how soft it sounded. Leaning closer to the textbook to read, his lips mouthed the problem silently. You tried not to stare at his mouth as it moved, your gaze tracing over the soft dip of his lips as his viridian eyes flashed with recognition. A moment later, he sat back and cocked his head at you.

“So, what exactly do you not understand?”

You didn’t miss a beat. “Everything.”

He blinked, disbelief colouring his features. “Everything? Like, the whole thing?”

You scowled. “I thought that was obvious. All that stuff about velocity and the funny diagrams—” You shook your head. “—none of it makes sense.”

He raised a brow at you. “I thought you were paying attention in class. You really don’t understand a single thing?”

You bit back the urge to scream. “It’s not like you’re much smarter.”

Clay snorted derisively. “I am. That’s kind of the whole point.”

You groaned, letting your voice ring out in the quiet of the empty classroom. You caught a glimpse of his amused smile in front of you, and it only made you groan louder.

“You’re the one who ruined science for me, you know? I hated going to that class, and look at me now.” You gestured to yourself, using your finger to draw a ring in the air. “It all comes full circle.”

There was a brief second of silence. “I’m the reason why you hate science?”

You didn’t budge. “I wasn’t exactly jumping for joy knowing I was going to be stuck in a class with someone who never gave me my stuff back and kicked my chair.”

Another wave of silence washed over the two of you, but this one was tense—heavy. He swallowed, and you watched his Adam’s apple bob.

“You…” His eyes swirled with something sad and honest. “You really hate me that much?”

He suddenly looked a lot like a kicked puppy, and a pang of guilt shot through your chest like a bullet. With a panicked gaze, your voice grew shaky as you spoke. “I—I don’t hate you. I just… I had a grudge, I guess.”

Your tone grew soft, and you lowered your gaze to your lap. “I… I really didn’t like you back then, but things have changed.” You offered him a small smile, but it felt shy. “We’re not exactly fourteen, anymore.”

He returned your smile with one of his own. Just like yours, it was small and tender, and it sent something stirring in the depths of your belly. “No,” he murmured, “we’re not.”

“I,” you breathed, gulping down the last dredges of your grudge, “was stubborn back then.” You raised a shoulder. “In a way, I still am. I have too much pride for my own good too, but I don’t hate you.” The look you sent him had a spark of mischief, and his breath hitched. “Strongly dislike, at best.”

Clay blinked at you, looking half-surprised and half-awed at you. You squirmed under his gaze before he snapped out of his stupor, almost bashfully ducking his head. “I’m… It’s definitely too late for me to say this now when I really should have said it all those years ago, but I’m sorry. Really. I was a dick.”

You snorted under your breath, fondly mumbling, “Yeah, you were.”

His face perked up at the sound of your bitten back laugh. “I really shouldn’t have teased you so much. My reasons were… dumb.”

You cocked a brow at him, almost as if to say, Oh? Do elaborate.

But instead, you watched as his ears burned crimson red and he flashed you a pair of bright, pleading eyes. “Forgive me? Please.”

Your heart leapt into your throat, something new and warm bursting along the seams of your lungs. You couldn’t possibly say no to a face like that. Even the toughest person on the planet would crack under a look as sincere as that, you tried to reason, ultimately letting out a sigh with a stammer.

“O-Only if you actually can get me to understand this unit.” Pushing down the heat creeping up your neck, you pointed at him with an accusatory look. “Until then, you’re on thin ice.”

The grin he sent you was beyond dazzling—you couldn’t have brought yourself to look away even if you wanted to.

(And you didn’t.)

“Gotcha.”

Clay finished scribbling a diagram onto the new page of your notebook, flicking his thumb back to reveal the hordes of previous pages you had filled with other practice problems. If you were being honest, you were a little envious of just how neat his drawings were. No one should be able to draw a line as straight as that without a ruler, yet here he was, doing exactly that.

What a show-off.

Feeling your eyes on him, Clay lifted his head to catch your gaze, turning the notebook to face you. You tried to pretend the stumbling of your heart wasn’t because of him—not at all. “Do you get it?” he breathed.

You glanced back and forth between him and your page, your grip on your pencil falling slack. “I think so,” you said slowly. “Mostly, at least.”

He hummed for a moment, then flipped your notebook around until it was facing him again and holding an expectant, open hand toward you. Without even thinking, you dropped your pencil into his palm, a spark running up your fingers at the slight brush of his skin against yours. Carefully, he wrote a string of words on a new line, circling the sentence when he was done.

“Here,” he said gently, pushing the pencil back between your fingers, “try this question. This was one of the harder ones from my test.”

Gingerly, you peered down at the page, and your mouth fell open at the sight. This question was far more complicated than anything you had been solving in the textbook before this. What was he thinking?

“If you get it right,” he said suddenly, casting you out of your thoughts, “you should be all set.” His lips curved up into a taunting, knowing grin. “But it’s okay if you don’t get it—it is difficult, after all.”

You stared for a second longer, then grumbled under your breath. How could he read your mind like that? You were going to prove him wrong, even if only to knock that smug look off his face.

Leaning down, you tackled the problem head on, your pencil flying across the page as you spelled out formulas and equations, doodling a diagram when you had to and pausing to think every other breath. Before you, you didn’t see Clay watching you with a soft, tender gaze, taking in the way your fingers fidgeted against your pencil when you stopped and how you chewed on your mouth when you got nervous.

You really were more endearing than you could ever know.

Suddenly, you let your pencil clatter against the table as you pushed your notebook toward him, eyeing your pencil scratches with a wary look. “Done.”

His viridian eyes gleamed with excitement. “Alright,” he said, plucking the paper from your desk with a practiced ease, “let’s take a look.”

His gaze scanned your work intently, his lips pressed together in focus. You folded your hands onto your lap, trying to focus on his analysis of you work. But the longer you looked, the more you felt your gaze trailing up to graze his cheeks. Did he always have so many freckles? You didn’t remember seeing him with this many as a freshman, but you also spent more time glaring at him than staring at him back then.

In a way, he was kind of... pretty. Handsome, even. Not that you would ever say it out loud.

You suddenly had a strong urge to reach up and trace feather-light lines between each of his freckles, but before you could even take another breath, Clay’s eyes were on yours again. Unlike earlier, the look on his face was grave, and a small grimace overtook his features.

“I have bad news,” he said dryly.

Your heart fell.

Of course you got something wrong. You were a fool to think that things would change just because Clay would be teaching you instead.

But then, his grimace curled up at the corners, and your jaw dropped.

“I have nothing left to teach you in this unit.”

Your eyes widened.

“I got it right?”

He turned the notebook back to face you. A large check mark had been scribbled in pencil along the side of the page, a tiny smiley face decorating the corner next to it.

“Perfectly.”

The gasp you let out sent you barrelling for your feet, and you nearly started jumping for joy in the middle of your seat. “Yes!” you cried, pumping a hand up in the air. Suddenly, you whirled to point at Clay, a pout forming on your lips. “Oh my god, you scared the crap out of me! Don’t do that.”

He chuckled, leaning back with his hands up defensively. “Sorry, sorry. I saw the opportunity and just had to take it.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you stuck your tongue out at him. “You’re terrible.”

His eyes softened—sincere and sweet. “I know.”

Ignoring the sudden burst of warmth rushing through your veins, you huffed at him. “Well, at least I have two pieces of good news for you. First,” you said, sliding your notebook off your desk, “we can both go home, now.”

“And the second?” he prompted, looking at you inquisitively.

You folded your notebook shut, boring a hole into your backpack with the intensity of your stare. You couldn’t look at him right now, you just couldn’t.

“Second,” you nearly whispered, “I accept your apology.”

Slipping your textbook into your bag, you heard him take a sharp intake of breath. “Really?”

You reached for your pencil case, fumbling with the zipper. “Yes.”

There was another breath, but this one was gentler, less harsh. You peeked up at him from your bag, and your heart stuttered at the ecstatic look on his face.

“This,” he said, “is the greatest day of my life.”

You blinked wildly at him, zipping your backpack up all the way before slinging it onto the desk. “That’s a little extreme, isn’t it?”

He shook his head, his smile never once faltering. “Are you kidding? I thought you were going to hate my guts forever!”

You shrugged, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I might have.” You paused. “Actually, I probably would have. But luckily for you—” You shot him a sincere look. “—not anymore.”

His grin grew impossibly wider, yet it somehow still looked natural on him. Deep down, a part of you wanted to bottle up his expression and remember it for as long as you lived.

“Like I said, greatest day of my life.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “Weirdo.”

Pushing in your chair and gesturing for him to stand, you jutted your head toward the door. Clay didn’t need to be queued twice before he was rising to his feet, pushing the chair back to its rightful spot before heaving his duffel bag off the floor and onto his side. As the two of you headed out towards the door, a bought suddenly flickered across your head, and your lips began moving before you could even begin to think.

“One of these days, you need to tell me why you liked to pick on me so much. Like, seriously, why me?” You gestured to yourself as the two of you stepped outside into the school hallway. “I’m not exactly special.”

You hadn’t been looking at him in that moment, focused on closing the door behind you, but when he didn’t respond for a moment, you looked up and felt your lungs tighten. You had never seen Clay look so bashful in his life, with his ears flaring crimson red and a faint rosy tint dusting the panes of his cheeks. His freckles were only more noticeable with the pink background, and you nearly blurted something you knew you would regret.

“Maybe I’ll—” He coughed, rubbing the back of his neck with a smile. “I’ll tell you some other time.”

Before you could even ask what he meant by that, he was firing off once more. “In the meantime, if you still need help, I don’t mind coming in again next week or something.”

You nearly took a double take. Next week? He wanted to help you, again?

“Don’t you have more important things to do?” you asked, scanning him with wide, curious eyes. “Like studying your own stuff.”

“You’re important,” he said abruptly.

You choked on your spit, and by the way he went absolutely stock still in front of you, you had a feeling he hadn’t meant to say that.

“Oh,” you whispered.

That warm, fuzzy feeling from earlier was rising between your lungs again, only this time it sent your heart racing around your chest. Sucking in a deep breath, you nodded your head once, twice.

“Sure,” you managed to say as calmly as you could. “The, um, the next unit looks a little confusing, so I might need some help.”

Clay’s face suddenly brightened at your soft request for assistance, and you caught his shoulders slumping with relief as he smiled. “Awesome.” He paused, then waved his hand. “Not the part about you needing help, I mean.”

You laughed a little at that, your nerves calming a bit more. “I would hope not.”

He smiled back at you. “So,” he said, drawing out the syllable, “I’ll be back same time next week?”

You couldn’t help but reach over to elbow him a little playfully. “Try to be on time though, yeah?”

He flushed a bit, but cracked a crooked grin nonetheless. “I’ll try my best.” He glanced over his shoulder down the hall, and you suddenly realized you would be heading in the opposite direction.

“I’ll see you around?” he murmured gently, brushing away his now dry hair from his forehead.

One of your hands tightened around the straps of your bag while the other waved back at him. “See you.”

With one last grin at you, you watched as he turned on his heel, striding down the hall with his duffel bag bouncing against the side of his hip. Just then, your eyes grew wide, and you cupped your hands around your mouth to call after him.

“One last thing, Clay!” you shouted, your voice echoing down the empty corridor.

At the sound of his name, he whipped around again, his brows knitted together. Breathing in deeply, you screwed your eyes shut and called out once more.

“Thank you!”

When you opened your eyes again, his emerald green eyes were blinking at you with wild abandon, his lips parted in what could only be described as a look of pure wonder. Your heart skipped a beat, and you wondered why he was looking at you of all people like that.

Swallowing, he sent you a lopsided, earnest smile and cupped his own hands around his mouth to shout back at you.

“Anytime!”

You kept waving at him even after he let his arms drop back to his sides and he vanished around the corner of the hall. Almost immediately, you bent over to bury your head into your knees, letting out a soft, muffled yell.

Why did your chest feel so warm when he looked at you like that? Why did you want to count his freckles so badly when he smiled? Was he always so nice, so helpful and kind? Why did he look so cute when his face flushed all pink like the way it did before? When did he become so endearing instead of annoying?

Did you like him?

You let out another muffled cry into your hands, feeling heat flood every part of your body like a tidal wave crashing into your system. You could hear your heart ringing in your ears like a bell that wouldn’t ever stop, and your toes curled into your shoes.

You had so, so many questions, none of which you knew how to solve.

Hopefully Clay could help you figure out the answers.

[mayfay]

Sorry for the rambling, I love quirks and hate planning ahead. Also naturally there will be spoilers ahead, though I try to avoid them

So

Toga is actually a really good example of how little MHA actually understands its own quirks and how MHA Japans society makes arbitrary lines in the sand and heavily enforces them.

Starting with what kinda quirk Toga actually has the answer is “it depends”. Are we using purely canon understandings? How far are we stretching it? What about sub-definitions? Cause she meets all kinds of criteria. Is Toga a transformation quirk? Obviously yes, she is physically changing her body in a way that requires quirk use. Well what about an emitter classification? Well technically yes considering she was able to use an emitter quirk when her quirk awakened. Okay so how about a mutant quirk? Depends on how you classify a mutant quirk! How far does a mutation need to go before it’s considered a quirk? Midoriya was considered quirkless but both he and Inko canonically have insane tear production that seems to be on par with some of the weak quirks we saw in his class, but it was considered a mutation instead. So is the line between a mutant quirk and a mutation dependent on if there’s a secondary quirk attached? Well in that case Gang Orca, Tsuyu, Shoji, and many other mutants are actually emitters since many of their feats require an actual quirk to do. So in the end mutants are just the extreme end of all quirk classifications, slap jobs done before the quirk is properly developed and heavily dependent on the workers own bias (there are many such cases pointing to this but that’s worth it’s own rant)

So that’s the main quirks but what about sub-classifications? Toga certainly isn’t a reality warper like Nighteye or Star and Stripe but there’s a strong argument to be made about her being a stockpile quirk. Personally I also see her as what I call a themed quirk, or a quirk based on something non-living. Cause while this may come as a surprise, vampires are probably not real. Quirks like Tsuyu’s can be explained by the quirk reading some existing dna and making grabbing motions at what it wants, but stuff based on legends or man made items are kinda just quirks being weird and trying to explain it leads to the endless abyss of figuring out what quirks are. Now I’ve made a couple theories on that but trying to find out for sure is like deciding to see how thick the ice on a lake is by driving a semi down the middle.

Now to address a question in the main post, is Toga anemic? Well canon doesn’t say much on the subject, just that she was denied her quirks nature and that played into her mental break. It’s actually a very common fanon theory though and is supported by both the vampire theming and specific mutations seeming to be specialized for hunting, and her mental mutations are definitely set to desire blood (though weather it’s a physical or psychological need is unclear, likely mental though since she managed to survive childhood, but a physical component is entirely possible).

And this brings up something barely touched on in canon that consumes my every writing moment, mutations. Personally I view quirks as much more mixed with the body than most, and the majority of that is through mutations. The type most people are familiar with are physical mutations like minetas height, Midoriya’s green hair, etc. On top of that though are mutations intertwined with quirk, such as Jiros ears or Hawks wings (most of Togas known mutations are in this category). And lastly are the mental mutations (these are rarely canon but often a necessity for quirk use) like Togas desire for blood or Tsuyus ribbits (which for them to be purely a physical thing would require physical mutations she doesn’t have and are near impossible to keep hidden due to how skinny she is without cutting heavily into organ room). On top of that are classifications like supporting mutations (mutations that directly support quirk use, such as sharper teeth to pierce skin), secondary mutations (mutations that don’t bring any obvious benefit to quirk use, such as Midoriya’s hair), and hereditary mutations (pretty much synonymous with secondary mutations, these are mutations that got passed down from an ancestor, like Midoriya inheriting Inkos green hair).

Plenty more to dive into but quirks are an endless abyss and I need to cut off my reblog somewhere. Love to hear if you have extra questions or ideas though, always fun to talk about these sorts of things

Does she constantly have those eye bags because she’s anemic? Did Horikoshi say that was a thing? If so, does that mean her need to drink other people's blood is also nutrition-based because she constantly needs to replenish blood in her system? She does say the blood she consumes is converted to energy for Quirk usage.

Now I have more questions: Is her Quirk considered transformative or accumulative? Since the more blood she drinks, the longer the transformation lasts, but since the effect is shape-shifting, then that would make it transformative? Is it both?

Now the idea that Toga also had a physiological compulsion on top of her psychological one is upsetting me.

[lipglosscherrybomb]

Late night confessions

I’m unbelievably bored so i decided to do this (i hate myself for even making this like I’m literally laughing rn this is so dumb and I’m embarrassed but if you wanna read i did try to take it seriously so go on ig)

*not proofread. Cause if i did I probably wouldn’t have posted it.*

Summary: You and Peter have been best friends for years, you’ve both been in love with each-other for the longest time but none of you have had the courage to confess your feelings. One night that was all about to change.

Warnings: mention of non-consensual touching, some angst.

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There you were, hanging out in your room all by yourself. “Last kiss” by Taylor Swift plays on your laptop as you hugged the throw pillow in your bed as if you were 5 years old holding a teddy bear about to drift off and dream about chocolate rivers and cotton candy clouds. Instead you’re 17 and crying over another boy who didn’t actually like you but used you to get back at his ex-girlfriend.

You wanted to call Peter, let him comfort you, rant to you about how much of a jerk the guy was and how he never liked him then watch a movie with him until you felt better. But right now the last thing you wanted was another reminder of the fact that the guy you’re in love with isn’t in love with you and only thinks of you as his best friend.

Right then, just like clockwork, Your phone rings, Peter’s name flashing across the screen with a cute picture of him in his spider-suit and you next to him smiling as his head rests on your shoulder, you’d set it as his contact picture a few days ago. You smile at the memory and pick up the phone, pressing it to your ear.

“Hey” you try to sound as cheery as possible, trying to cover up the fact that you’ve been crying non-stop for hours.

“Hey…you okay? I heard you skipped last period and you never do that so I’m either starting to rub off on you or something really bad happened and you don’t wanna tell me” you knew he was making the joke to come off clueless, he knew something was wrong already.

“Nothing happened. Maybe I’m not just not as much of a rule-follower as you let yourself believe” you smile lightly.

“Okay rebel, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, seriously. You’re reaching.”

“Right, so if i came over right now that wouldn’t be a problem?”

“It would be, because I’m uh…doing homework” you cursed yourself silently in your head as you processed the half-assed excuse you knew he wouldn’t buy.

Right then you hear a tap on your window. Peter sits there on the fire escape for you to open up.

“Shit” you curse out openly in a whisper. Hanging up the phone and wiping your tears before heading towards the window. Your Spotify now playing “fake plastic trees” by Radiohead.

You sighed, opening the window and letting your friend in. You prayed to whatever celestial entity that was listening that he couldn’t tell your eyes were basically bloodshot.

“What did he do?” You could tell he was pissed off, ready to beat up anyone who’d hurt you.

“Chill out dude, seriously, it’s nothing. I’m fine” It wasn’t. But the last thing you want to do is cause a fight. You made your way to your bed and lied down.

“What happened?” He was now sat next to you. His voice softer. After all these years you still felt the same rush you did when he was close to you as the first time you realized you were in love with him. Your heart beat picked up. You hoped he couldn’t hear it even though you knew he could.

A certain feeling of insecurity made you sit up instead of lying down. You reached for your throw pillow to ease your nerves.

“It’s nothing okay?” You avoided eye contact now. “We were just hanging out, he wanted to do stuff, I didn’t want to, he got a little pushy so i left and he broke up with me later that day. End of story.”

“Did he touch you?” He sounded extremely pissed off now, you cringed.

“No, well- he tried but i pushed him off. It’s fine” It wasn’t, but you don’t want to cause problems.

“I’m gonna kill him, i swear” He got up abruptly, you grab his arm, your reflexes almost as quick as his but obviously not quite.

“You’ll do no such thing, Peter.” You pull him down and he lets you. Keeping eye-contact and looking at you as if you were the only person left in this world. That’s when you realized you were still holding his arm. In a self-conscious action, you blushed, intending to let go of the person who was making your head spin and your heart beat at an unnaturally fast pace.

As you were trying to pull away, he still hadn’t spoken, it felt like he froze in the moment how he looked at you so intensely. He wasn’t moving either, but as you tried to move your hand, he stopped you. You didn’t understand it, you guys touch all the time. Why was he so hung up on this moment. Why were you?

Your mind was going a million miles a minute. The familiar, stunningly-electric temporary rush was beginning to fade. You were used to it, it happened every time you touched him, and you always wondered if maybe he felt it too, this moment made you begin to think maybe he was just as in love with you as you were with him.

“I can’t stand the thought of anybody hurting you.” His voice was softer now, speaking in a volume that only you could hear, almost a whisper. He’s still keeping eye-contact. You shift on the spot directing your eyes to your computer instead where your spotify was open still. “Disintegration” by turnover was now playing.

I quickly learn that my efforts to avoid him were useless when you his hand on your cheek making you face him, though your gaze is fixated on the laptop. If you look at him now, you’ll kiss him. That might permanently dent your friendship with him. You can’t lose him. Not now, not ever.

“Y/n look at me” his voice is still soft, you can feel his eyes on the side of your face, his hand still on your cheek. “Please” he’s begging now. Hesitating, you finally face him.

“Why do you care so much?” Is all you managed to get out. You need answers. Even if he doesn’t care for you in that way you need to know.

“Because” he pauses for a moment. Suspicion is starting to hit you. “You’re my best-friend”

“No, Peter. This isn’t how you treat your ‘best-friend’, okay? This isn’t how you talk to your ‘best-friend’!” You step away now, confused and a little upset. You fold your arms over your chest as you move to the other side of the room, next to your desk.

He gets up as well and in a heartbeat he’s standing in front of you.

“Why are you so upset?” He tries to take your hand now. You won’t let him, not when he’s looking at you in that way that makes your heart melt.

“Because I don’t get you, Peter.” You’re frustrated, letting yourself lean against the wall.

“You don’t get me?! I don’t get you!” ‘Great, now we’ve both matched each-other’s frustration’ you think to yourself as you listen to him.

“I mean first you complain to me about all of the asshole guys you date, and i have to sit there and comfort you which I don’t mind doing at all because i love you, but then all i can think to myself is how much i like you and how i wish you were half as interested in me as you are in those other guys. Then i get home and i lay in bed and all i can think about is you, i mean, fuck, you’re all i ever think about. And the thing is that i love everything about you, i love everything you do. How perfectly your hair falls into place even when it’s messy, how beautiful you look when you’re when you’re doing something as simple as reading. How you put your hair behind your ears when you study. How good you always smell. How your smile lights up the entire room. How every time you touch me my heart beats so fast I’m pretty sure I’m having a heart attack. How badly i want to be with you…” You couldn’t take your eyes off him. You were entranced by his beauty, by his words. You were in shock.

“And how i really wish you’d say something right now” But you couldn’t.

“You love me?” Is all you could get out. And after everything you just heard you were really hoping he’d say yes.

“Of course i love you. I always have.” He’s getting closer and closer. Your breath hitches.

“Good.” You smile. “Because i love you too.”

In a second his lips are pressed against yours. His hands moving to your hips as you’re pressed up against the wall. You move your hands to his hair.

You couldn’t believe it, after all these years, he was in love with you. And now everything fell into place.

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Can I have soulmate heacanons for our pretty boi Fushiguro? ❤️❤️❤️❤️

𝑀𝑒𝑔𝓊𝓂𝒾 𝐹𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾𝑔𝓊𝓇𝑜 | 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝐻𝒞'𝓈

Notes: Aw, this is cute. I had to make myself stop adding stuff because I was starting to get carried away. 🥴💜 Soulmate's name is written on the skin.

❥ Megumi acts all indifferent like he doesn’t care about soulmates. He doesn’t really entertain conversations about soulmates either despite his general opinion being that people should try to treat their soulmates well since they only get one.

❥ Because of his life as a sorcerer, he doesn’t think he’d be able to give his soulmate what they’d want, and he doesn’t want to unshield his heart for possible disappointment as bad things tend to happen to the people he cares about the most. So he tries not to dwell on it too often, usually failing.

❥ He even covers up his soulmate mark because he hates when people try to make small talk about soulmates with him, so it’s another way this introvert avoids getting dragged into conversations.

❥ Truth is he really does care about it. Since he was sold as a kid, he really likes the idea that there will always be someone out there who cares about him unconditionally, and he cares about your wellbeing too even if you haven't met.

❥ When he looks at his mark, he always hopes you're having a better day than he is and that you're happy. After another pointless round of him trying to sacrifice himself, Yuji told him to be more careful because you’d probably be sad if something happened to him. Megumi started to become more cautious with his life after that. He really wants to avoid causing you pain if it can be helped.

❥ He thinks your name is so pretty, and it’s written in your own handwriting against his skin. (You’re also really lucky because Megumi has such neat handwriting, much prettier than yours tbh).

❥ I imagine it’s probably in a sensitive spot too, on the lower side of his rib cage or his neck, so it kind of tickles when people try to touch it. Which means he doesn’t let anyone touch it but you and only if you bug him about it first. (I mean it is YOUR name on that section of his body. At minimum that makes you co-owner).

❥ Once, Gojo asked Megumi to give him a nice name for one of his game characters on a phone app he downloaded. Megumi immediately said yours without thinking, and Gojo teased him about being a simp for the next hour.

❥ Megumi ignored him, denying the fact until Gojo mentioned that he was going to marry the character off to his main later.

“I change my mind. You can’t use it.”

“Because you care?-“

*insert grumbling noises*

❥ Megumi is still salty about it until this day but won’t admit it.

❥ When you join the academy, Megumi inwardly panics when he hears your name and sees that you have his in cursive right above your collarbone. He can’t believe this is really happening and his stomach starts to fill with butterflies.

❥ You’re also surprised when you first meet him, and you tell him you didn’t really expect someone like him to be your soulmate.

❥ Megumi is hurting; because while he didn’t have any intentions to immediately jump into a relationship with you since you so happened to be his soulmate, he still didn’t expect you to reject him on first sight.

“That’s alright; we don’t have to—”

“No, no, the thing is,” you say, nervously scratching your cheek, “I kept thinking you were going to be a girl.”

“What? Why?”

“Because your handwriting is so pretty, and Megumi is kinda a girl's name.”

❥ Lolol he was so offended. Like, is it too late to send you back and ask for a replacement yet?

"Well, sorry for not having a more masculine name."

"I'm sorry. That was rude, but to be honest, the more I look at you the more I think it kind of suits you. A pretty name for a pretty boy."

❥ He's completely red, barely able to cough out a quiet and rough thanks. It’s so embarrassing. Megumi even thinks he can hear Toji laughing at him from somewhere in the distance. Oh wait, that's just Gojo. (Either way, he hates them both rn).

❥ Megumi is still a bit shy even if you’re his soulmate, and he’s still thinking that your meeting is too good to be true so he’s still keeping his guard, setting up for heartbreak like one of you dying.

❥ But he can’t stop himself from being so soft for you without realizing it, always checking you over after missions as you get the hang of Jujutsu work, sending his doggy to check up on you when you have to separate for a mission, or saving a seat for you at meals. He’s always the first to try to help you when you have questions. (Secretly gets grumpy when someone else beats him to it).

❥ When you officially get together, he’s even sweeter and a little possessive, always kissing you where his name is scripted on your collar.

❥ And you make him feel like everything in his life is much brighter now. It’s like you’re perfectly in sync despite being so different, and it’s incredibly easy to be vulnerable with you once the floodgates of his doubt opened up.

❥ Megumi is used to a lot of things going wrong in his life; but in this one case, he can’t figure out how he’s gotten so lucky to be fated to be with you.

❥ And even when you do something wrong, he doesn't really have it in his heart to get upset at you for too long. It’s then he realizes his teacher is right, and he is a major simp for you. But it’s okay, since you’re soulmates, you’re supposed to be extra whipped for each other, and he won’t say it out loud often but he loves being babied by you.

❥ He could definitely do with less of the teasing from everyone else though.

[astral-crab]

jack and trauma and exiled parts

i watched werewolf by night again, and i have MORE THOUGHTS.

i’ve been doing a lot of trauma work in therapy lately (woo), particularly internal family systems, and it got me thinking about jack and when he talks about how any hunting is done by a part of himself that is not him. with ifs, you start looking at all the different parts of yourself, like the inner critic or the scared child or the super ragey angry one or the perfectionist, etc., and you try to ask them why they’re doing what they’re doing (for example, why the inner critic is always so mean, always berating you, etc.). and the idea is that if you converse with this part of yourself in a curious, nonjudgmental way, you’ll find out that the part is actually trying to protect you from a perceived threat. because you learned at some point in the past that you had to be or act a certain way to avoid something really horrible happening to you.

and jack talking about the wolf part of him really stuck in my head because of the ifs stuff i’m doing. and i think i figured out why. the wolf is like one of his parts come to life. a really angry, furious part who learned that in order to survive, he has to mindlessly attack everyone around him (or at least every human). he probably learned it from his family as well as from his own experience (inherited trauma and experienced trauma). anytime someone saw a werewolf, they were terrified. all they could see was a horrifying monster. people tried to kill them. hunters made entire careers out of eradicating monsters like him. which of course perpetuated the trauma.

in ifs, they talk about how parts can merge with the self, and how certain parts will be running the show when you’re triggered, sometimes for months or years at a time. and also about how the more trauma you have, the more disconnected and unaware of each other your parts can become. jack in his wolf form really reminded me of that. when he changed, his wolf took over. jack couldn’t control it or reach it. he was afraid of it and afraid of the hurt it would cause. he hated it. so much that he said it’s “a part of me that is not me.” he exiled this part of himself. and i mean, of course. that’s a terrifying thing to have to deal with.

but his wolf self isn’t as mindless a killing machine as he and everyone else believes. when jack was able to remember elsa, and then choose not to kill her, it was like he and his wolf part were starting to repair the broken connection between them. and elsa, even though she’d been completely terrified of him when he first transformed, convinced he was going to kill her—she decided to take a risk. she picked up the bloodstone and instead of wielding it against him, she put it in her pocket and put her hands up to show she wasn’t going to try to hurt him. she even approached him and called his name. she took a big risk, but she was starting to see what the wolf part of him was capable of, and she wanted to take the risk to try to reach him. she cared about him.

and you could see how surprised the wolf was after he leapt at her, when she reached up and touched his face. the wolf had NEVER been treated that way, ever. never been treated with any kindness or compassion. not until elsa. you could see how shocking it was to him.

i think that’s why this scene resonates so deeply with me. like, my inner critic part can be brutal. i fought her and hated her for a long time, because i thought she was just an enemy. just something to be excised from me. and of course she fought back against that. but now i know that, however misguided her attempts, my inner critic was actually trying to protect me all along. she demanded perfection and pointed out every flaw and mistake i ever made because she believed that if i wasn’t as perfect and put-together as possible, i’d be rejected and ridiculed. she was trying to protect me from that. when i finally realized this and saw her as a scared part of myself that was just trying to protect me in the only way it knew how, i cried. because this part of myself that had been hated and angry for so long finally felt acknowledged for her efforts and loved.* and that meant we could move forward and find better ways to cope with perceived threats.

jack, in his wolf form, for the first time saw that not only was he capable of being more than just a murderous killing machine, but also that someone else could see it too. elsa saw his humanity and showed him that she saw it.

i can just imagine how things might go in the future for jack, as he’s able to see his wolf part as more than just an exiled piece of himself that he wishes didn’t exist. he can make friends with this part of himself, connect with it, and maybe the wolf is able to let down its guard just a little bit, because it’s no longer under attack or hated by literally every single human it encounters. now it knows that it’s not just a mindless monster.

idk, it’s not a perfect one-to-one comparison or metaphor or whatever, but it’s close enough for me. i just love this short film and these characters so much, and i really hope we get to see more of jack and elsa (and ted!) one day.

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* it may sound a little weird if you’ve never done this kind of therapy before, but trust me it’s amazing when you start to see it, see the different parts of you (we all have them), and it just fits and makes so much sense. if you’re interested in learning more about it, i recommend the book no bad parts.

[rocksanddeadflowers]

(First off my laptop is uncooperative today and Tumblr is being very glitchy on my phone so this was hard to write...) a master post thingy sounds like a good idea!! This thing is a mess lmao ...

Okay okay very hard to scroll around to read and response with my stuff being glitchy atm but I am gonna try!! Brian being sensitive to touch - yes!!!! I feel like a lot of mechs fics do Brian being unable to feel touch or it being very dulled down because of his being made of metal and all, which works well in the canon material to me. But Carmilla in this AU trying to keep his functions as human as possible (even if she has to use magic all over to ensure that) which includes him being able to feel touch. It's just that it ends up being almost too sensitive at times!! So he gets overwhelmed easy- I love it.

Everything about the west wing scene !!!! :')

Also Lyf totally steals Marius's shoes out of spite after that

GARDENING BRIAN YES!!!!! (Also works to me bc I feel like him being good at medical stuff translating to witchcraft can often include herbal/plant usage a lot) (Also Lyf LOVES the gardens btw that's their safe space.) Consider: Nastya adored tending to the gardens as they're part of Castle Aurora and all and it's just therapeutic for her. Upon returning expecting everything to be overgrown or dead- but finding places that have clearly been recently tended to and absolutely melting. She totally finds out it's Brian and is so happy he did that and those two and Lyf tend to the gardens consistently afterwards!

Dude!!! I really do love your writing so much............. shit talking like that about someone's art is just ridiculous to me. Cause even if you don't like it specifically if doesn't mean it's bad and you should trash it?? Idk probably shouldn't ramble about that just hate it when people dump on any artist's work like that it's so ridiculous... Also I don't like, out up with autistic stuff I fully vibe with any autistic stuff you think you do bc I'm pretty sure I'm autistic and trying to get a proper diagnosis for it atm. Anyways your writing is awesome as it is and the more you do it over time the better it'll get too!! Art is cool like that :) don't let anyone convince you otherwise either as long as you don't overwork yourself (not saying you've done that just noting it).

Also okay I have a few rambles about other stuff for this au too

I feel like there's needs to be more clarification on how or why Carmilla ends up at the castle? Firstly I assume the town is close to the castle but not immediately next to it? (Maybe a full day on horseback? I mean, when I watched the movie I was easily confused bc it seemed like Belle's father was gone a whole day before winding up there but everyone lese managed to talk there in less than a couple hours I think? Maybe it's cause he got lost and turned back weird tho. So maybe closer than I said.)

Carmilla seems, to me at least, to have wanted to avoid the castle, but living close by gives her the comfort of an easy return? (vs Nastya who I think got as far away as possible, for her safety and to travel wider, but mainly bc she knew if she stayed too close she might not be able to stay away.) Maybe she even regularly checks in on the castle in secret. Not enough to make any differences, but enough to note any possible chances (good or bad).

Maybe lost on her way to the inventor's thingy (<- could say routine check in - if she does those - but there's the thing with Brian gifting her the cane) (also Brian having a rose from the rose gardens earlier on before the story bc of one of her checks!!) she only finds her way again when stumbling across the castle. But something - fate, destiny, narrative flow - gets her caught by Jonny when snooping around on the grounds (either trying to get her bearings or find a safe place to wait out the night/possible storm or something). To Jonny, while he thinks Nastya directly cast the enchantment, he clearly considered that Nastya learned it from Carmilla somehow, indirectly or not. Also, I think he feels betrayal the she left. That with him finding her randomly wandering the grounds, he's pissed and grabs her and tosses her in a cell. While Carmilla could probably get her way out, she doesn't want to hurt Jonny or Aurora in the process, and almost plays dead just going along with Jonny. Maybe she'll find an easier way out when he's not looking- besides, Brian thinks she'll be gone for a few days, she has time (<- has no idea someone is gonna find her cane yet)

Jonny might even grill her about lifting the enchantment, and she explains again and again how it's impossible. He must break it in his own. (He doesn't like that answer.)

When Carmilla hears Brian's voice calling for her barely even a day later her heart fucking drops. He's not supposed to be here it's not safe. The whole exchange between Brian and Jonny happen so fast and Brian won't let her object- something deep inside her shifts, as the actual caster of the enchantment she knows. Brian might be Jonny's last hope. This sudden knowledge running deep in her core shocking her so terribly that by the time she's even got a chance to register it Jonny is already sending her away with "she's useless to me now, anyway." Everything is wrong and it hurts- she's never once felt as helpless as she has now.

Even possible that, frozen in indecision, shock, and all the realizations and magic relations could make her somewhat genuinely ill, making it harder for her to find her way back and motivating Brian to return to her. Considering he might stay up to one to three months before looking into the mirror, and seeing her downward spiral sends him out after her.

Still not as cleanly written out as I was hoping, but I just needed more clarification for Carmilla's castle stuff to kick off the plot so there's my toss in!

Also on a lighter note: there's that bit in the audiobook thing we're the enchantress turns Belle's sisters into sentient but immobile statues to be stuck forever watching their sisters joy and fortune they may not obtain. My only issue with that bit was, it sounds uncomfy for Belle knowing her sisters are there watching the whole time? Their vibes are so sour I feel like it'd be weird. But!! Imagine Carmilla doing that to some of the people most directly responsible for Brian's witch trial execution and then selling the statues to other towns. Just as like, as a neat little reference. Well, she either sells them, or keeps them all somewhere to smash up rage room style lmao. ("I wonder if you'll be aware of all of this, the whole time....")

I also brought up Fae Lyf stuff in that other post... I don't think I can get into the war details for them atm (trying to hurry this up cause I gotta go + am losing brain power) BUT i love wild Lyf, and Fae stuff is the perfect excuse/explanation for here.

Like, you know how Tim and Bertie has this aura of like, intense violence and menace? Lyf has an aura of ethereal wildness- it's calm and maintained for the most part, with Lyf's personality you might not even guess it. But being near them, you can feel a call to the forests. Their energy is like running around in the woods after a rain, still cloudy but everything is overgrown and deeply saturated a bright green, and moisture holds in the air curling your hair and filling your lungs with the smell of rain. You look into their eyes, close enough to reflect your face, but instead of your reflection you see the woods, and a stream running down the middle. There's a wild air to them, felt most intense as they tend to the garden (Lyf falls into a bit of a depression over being unable to during the curse). There's something so natural about them that it's unnatural- so of this world that they're not of this world at all. It's easy to picture their hair wild, full of leaves, running about barefoot in the woods, so full of energy and life and joy. Yet, here they are, a servant in a castle, subduing that part of them. Is it shame? Habit? Self preservation? Maybe they're not even sure why they do. Maybe if feels easier that way, even if it hurts...

Anyway hope that made sense but I really gotta get off soon so bye!!

Beauty and the Beast, but it's the Mechanisms.

Jonny must be the beast because feral Jonny and the whole heart thing... prove me wrong.

Tim or Brian is Belle.

Rest of the Mechs are the servants in the Beast's house. With an exception for Marius as Gaston cause I can totally fucking see it. He would suck at it though because it's Marius. And also, short Marius HC.

This is probably not new. But it's been brewing in my head for a good few months, ever since I put my Mechs OC in the iconic Belle dress.

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SOFT ABC BENNY

A - Affection (how do they show affection)

Benny ADORES PDA. He always has to have his hands on you somehow. He loves wrapping his arms around your waist and his chin on your head ( if you’re shorter than him) And if you’re taller than Benny, he’ll just stand on his toes to rest his head on your shoulder.

B - Balance (how do they balance you, work/school/life?)

You’re apart of the supernatural life so you two practically spend every moment with each other. In school and out of school, people can always fine the two of you in each other’s arm. When you guys are spending time apart it’s usually when Benny is with Ethan and you’re with the girls/Rory.

C - Cuddles (do they enjoy cuddling? what positions?)

Like earlier, Benny loves PDA. He especially loves it after a long day fighting monsters, he’ll come up to wrapping his arms around your shoulder and lightly put his body weight on you in a joking manner. That’s your cue to know the boy wants his cuddles. Bennys favorite positions when cuddling is either having your head resting on his chest with your arms around his waist or having his head on your lap so you could play with his hair.

D - Date (what was your first date?)

Benny would overthink everything for your first date. He wanted to make everything just perfect for you. So he enlisted the help of your best friend ( if you want Sarah/Erica/Rory/Or Ethan to be your best friend just ignore the best friend part). Your date would be in his backyard. It would consist of a picnic along with his own outdoor movie theater.

E - Excited (how excited do they get when they see you/are with you?)

Benny gets super excited when he sees you at school in the morning, he’ll drop everything to go greet you with a kiss and a pickup line. / Benny is more in awe of you dating him. He couldn’t believe you said yes when he asked you the first time.

F - Fighting (what happens when you fight)

I feel like with Bennys flirty behavior that would be the cause of most of your fights. Benny knows when you're upset when you disappear out of nowhere. Like you’re nowhere to be seen since you’re avoiding him. Benny has to track you down or pay Rory.

G - Gorgeous (pet names. what do they like to call you? what do they like to be called?)

Benny is definitely more creative for your nicknames “Sweetness, cherry, hot stuff, delicious". Anything to see you blush/ You call Benny names just to tease him by "Benny Boo, Benny Rabbit, Chipmunk, and Sweet Pea"

H - Hi (first time meeting)

The two of you met when you were asked to babysit in place of Sarah when she was "sick". You were making Jane a sandwich and having a debate over Dusk when the bell rang. Ethan was nowhere to be seen so you went to open the door. "Hey, Eth...Woah babe alert.. I mean hey! I'm Benny"

I - Intimacy (how romantic they are)

Benny loves getting you things, like flowers, teddy bears, chocolates. Bonus for him since he can practice his magic. he’s also gotten you necklaces and rings. Since you guys are still in high school he usually makes them homemade or gets a summer job.

J - Jealousy (do they get jealous? how do they react to you being jealous)

Look up the definition of jealously and Benny's photo will be there. Benny isn't jealous of Ethan but he is of Rory since Rory is just as flirty as Benny. Benny tries to hide his jealousy but fails to do so. / When you're jealous, Benny doesn't know if he thinks it's cute or hot. You don't hide your jealously. You'll go right up to Benny and make a snide comment to whoever is grabbing the attention of Benny.

K - Kisses (where do they like to kiss you/how often?)

If you're shorter than Benny, he'll give you forehead kisses, a peck on the nose, or a smooch on the cheek. If you're taller than him, he likes to give you small neck kisses, press on your hand, or just a plain kiss on the lips. Benny likes to kiss you every moment he can.

L - Love (when was the first time they said i love you or realized it?)

Benny realizes it after he almost dies after Jesse's comeback and was holding him by the neck. You were crying silently as you hid in a locker. The only thing running through his mind was you. he wanted to live the rest of his life with you, he wanted to have kids with you, that’s the only thing he could think of. thankfully, Sarah saved the day and you jumped right into his arms, crying into his chest. he whispers that he loves you over and over again.

M - Moving in (when do you decide to move in together)

You guys are teenagers let's remember that, you guys definitely talked about it though. The closest you guys got to living together was when your parents were out of town and went to stay with Benny. After college, you guys finally moved in though, rented an apartment together.

N - Newborn (their reaction to starting a family)

(If you don't kids skip over this one). Benny was super excited when he found the news. He spun you around the room and couldn't stop kissing you. Benny was already coming up with star-wars-themed names for your kid. He used this as an opportunity to practice his magic just in case your child would inherit his powers/ he used them to baby-proof the apartment.

O - Open (how open you are with one another)

Benny is an open book with you. Sometimes he shares a little too much but you don't mind. You guys have this time of the day where you go under any tree you can find and spill your feelings.

P - Photos (what kind of photos you take of them/they take of you)

Benny is a bit paranoid taking photos since the whole evil Benny situation. But before Benny would take pictures of you where you weren't paying attention, smiling at him or intimate photos of course with your consent. / You love taking photos of Benny when he's sleeping or giving you a smooch.

Q - Quirks (what random habits do you have that they love or hate/vice versa)

You have a problem with being careless, most of the time you jump into situations without thinking it which upsets him. Benny loves your quirk of randomly knowing things/ Benny tends to forget things that make date nights difficult which leads to some fights. You love Benny's quirk of puffing up his cheeks when he's in thought.

R - Recovery (how you help them after an injury/vice versa)

Benny freaks out every time but tries to hide it. (not very well ) and does everything in his power to make you comfortable./ If Benny gets injured, you’re his nurse which he’ll take advantage of in his own ways.

S - Solution (how they resolve fights)

the group usually has to get you two back together after a fight. you take a break from one another, and it’s awkward for the group. Until one of you misses the other and comes back with food/promises.

T- Touch (when they need/want your touch, what will they do? how often?)

Benny wants your touch all the time. He’s big fan of PDA and always has a hand on you or around you. Usually Benny will come up and gently grab your hand to plant a kiss but if you remove your hand before he gets the chance to, he’ll rest his chin on your head/shoulder and wait.

U- Waking Up With Them

waking up with Benny is the best. he has his arms around you every single time, he somehow manages to pull you into his arms in his sleep when you go to sleep on separate sides of the bed. if you’re still asleep, he just presses kisses to your forehead, trying to wake up a bit more before getting up and starting the day. if you’re up before him, you absolutely love playing with his messy hair and stroking his cheek.

V - Vacation (where they travel with you)

Weeks after planning and planning, you and Benny finally take a trip to ( your dream location). Benny wants to visit every corner with you as well as getting a souvenir.

W - Wedding (how they propose/where you get married/honeymoon)

Benny is a nervous wreck when he prepares to ask you. Looking around, stuttering, and tripping. You were beginning to think you were being followed and Benny didn’t want to scare you. You finally asked him what’s up and he grabbed your hands gently to pour his heart out. Benny was scared when no response came out of your mouth but a few minutes later you were covering his face in kisses and saying yes over and over again. You really didn’t have a BIG wedding but it was all your family and friends there.

X - X-factor (what about you captivated them?)

Benny loves your bluntness. He likes it how you tell everyone the truth and you’re not sorry about it.

Y - Yawning (how they act when they’re tired)

Benny tries to hide when he’s tired so he’ll be over exaggerating his emotions but when he’s tired to the point where he can’t hide it he’ll be less clingy and kinda shut off from the group. You can tell he’s tired when he begins to mumble or just stops talking overall.

Z - Zzzz (how you fall asleep together)

Benny doesn’t care about space. he wants to be as close to you as possible, breathing in your scent and feeling your warmth.