#idk if this ask is for the anon confessions with no responses thing or not

[warmspice]

I feel like uve been though this

What should i do if (and i have) fallen in love with another one of my closest friends

HI ANON!! I'm sorry this is late I got this and I sat and thought and also asked around about it.

After market research and thought crowd sourcing I suppose there are two trains of thought;

One is just flirt w them. See how they react or vibe and you can kind of determine if you'd want to confess from there if they're open or interested. (I recently met someone who was telling me abt how she got a friend turned girlfriend but truly did not think she had a chance w her at all! Sometimes life is actually a movie. Or a book. And you have to put yourself out there and try and see if that's something that perhaps the other person wants as well. )

And the second is literally just sit in it and suffer through it. Maybe maybe you want to find someone else. Or distance yourself a bit to get over them. Which!! I can imagine would be hard and awful but also you don't want to pine after someone forever if there's no chance of them returning those feelings because you!!! Deserve to be love in the way you love someone yknow!!!!

It all comes down to you and your friend and your relationship I think.

[lovebugism]

can I request steeb taking care of shy!reader who is upset after a bullying incident in school? I figured she would be a year younger (like robin’s grade) because I don’t think anyone would touch her if king steve was around. I feel like he’s be so soft with her but also reeling at the thought that someone hurt his girl!

thanks for ur request anon! idk if i can count this as a blrub because it's nearly 3k words but alas pls enjoy! tw for blood (knee scrapes) and j*son c*rver

You come to Family Video with a scrape on your left knee.

It’s not the weirdest thing in the world — you ride a worn-down bike that’s probably older than you are. Steve’s been begging you to get a new one for as long as he’s known you, outright offering to pay for the damn thing as long as he’s sure it’ll get you to him without getting hurt in the process.

You reject him every time. “It gets me where I need to go,” you always shrug. “What more could I want from it?”

And he wants so badly to be angry at the beauty you manage to find in mediocrity. But he can’t be, really. It’s why you fell in love with him in the first place, isn’t it? Why you took the heartbroken boy in your arms on Halloween night in 1984 and convinced him he wasn’t bullshit despite what he told you. He’d be an idiot to be mad at how kind you are.

But when you walk into Family Video, halfway limping with blood dripping down your knee, he knows it’s different. 

Something more than a toppled bike hurt you.

“Oh, god, babe,” he winces from where he stands at the counter with Robin. “What happened?”

“I fell,” you shrug as he races over to you.

“You fell?” Robin scoffs. “Knock me out with a feather.” You know she’s joking, but it’s a little too monotone, and you’re a little too sensitive. Something in her words hurts more than your throbbing knee.

Steve, who knows you like the back of his hand, understands exactly what your diverted gaze means. When you look down to the floor, he shoots Robin a firm glare.

What? she mouths, obviously confused at the sudden silence.

“Can you get the first aid kit from the back? I think there might be some gauze in there,” he asks, deciding to change the conversation entirely. He wraps an arm around your waist and walks slowly with you to the counter. He meets your grimace with a soft smile. “I’ll clean it, wrap it up, and you’ll be good as new.”

You don’t give him anything in response. Not even a pity smile.

He sits you on the counter with the open first-aid kit beside you. Robin flips the store sign to closed. It’s barely five o’clock. She starts tidying up the store to go home, anyway.

Steve wipes up the warm blood with a napkin and cleans the scrape with an alcohol wipe. You hiss at the feeling — it’s like a hundred tiny bee stings. From where he sits just below you on a worn swivel chair behind the counter, he leans in to press a kiss just above the cut.

Without all the blood, it looks a lot less gnarly than before.

“See? It’s not so bad,” the boy smiles as he unravels some gauze. “I’ll patch it up, baby you for the rest of the night, and you’ll forget it ever hurt by morning.”

Again, you don’t even smile. You just purse your lips to the side and nod.

Steve’s heart stings, but he doesn’t take anything by it. He wraps the bandage down and over your knee in an even rhythm. He tries not to be so direct when he asks: “How’d this happen, anyway, huh? Did Ol’ Sliver finally give up on you?”

You shake your head, eyes on the gauze instead of the boy. The white cloth splotches with pink from where your wound still weeps. “No,” you answer quietly. “Just fell.”

“Just fell, huh?” he repeats quietly. A few caramel-colored strands fall over his forehead as he peers up at you with his chin tilted towards his chest. He tries his best to smile. “You’re givin’ me the sad eyes, babe. I feel like it was more than just a fall.”

“It was stupid…”

He scoffs. “Never.”

“A car drove by me,” you confess, only half-lying. You try to look down at him, but your gaze wavers along with your courage. “And the music was kinda loud, and it… It startled me a little.”

You don’t tell him that Jason Carver intentionally swerved on the wrong side of the road to scare you — or that he yelled mean things through the rolled-down passenger window before speeding off again. It’s easier to keep it to yourself. You don’t want it to become a whole thing.

Steve’s brows furrow as he tucks the end of the bandage to keep it from unraveling. “Were they going too fast?”

“I don’t know. Kind of.”

“It wasn’t those football assholes, was it? I swear to god, they need their license revoked.”

“No,” you answer, quick to soothe his rising anger. “It was— It wasn’t anyone. I just got scared, and I swerved off the road, okay?”

Even in your mousy voice, it sounds like you’re being stern with him. And you’re never stern with him.

“Well, that’s okay,” Steve assures with a shrug. “We all get scared. It’s better than you getting hit, I guess.”

“I guess,” you echo with a huff, a teasing smile on your lips.

Steve grins back, happy to see you less pained. He smacks a gentle kiss to your wrapped-up knee. “Go get in the car, okay? I’ll clean up here, put your bike in the trunk, and we can go home.”

You go shy as you peer at him from beneath your lashes. “Your home?” you clarify, secretly hoping he’ll say yes.

His answer isn’t surprising. “Of course, my home. You practically live there, anyway.”

You smile and brush a soft kiss to the scruff of his jaw, murmuring a quiet thank you there before leaving. You’re not limping nearly as badly as you had been before.

Robin waits for the door to ding shut before blurting: “I think it was Jason.” 

Steve stills with the first-aid kit in his hands. He squints at her from where she stands between the horror and X-rated horror aisles. 

“What?”

“I think that’s who might’ve run her off the road.”

“…Why?”

“He gives her a hard time sometimes, I don’t know,” she explains vaguely and with a sigh. “Normally, it’s stupid. Like, honestly, I just think he’s super shit at flirting. Maybe he was just trying to scare her and… got a little carried away…”

Anger burns red hot in Steve’s chest. It blooms just behind his ribcage like a flower with fire for petals.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks through gritted teeth, trying not to sound too angry. It’s not like Robin was the one who hurt you, after all — just some douchebag who wouldn’t have laid a hand on you if he knew who your boyfriend was. 

Steve’s knuckles go white as his grip tightens on the plastic box.

“Because I thought it was harmless!” Robin agonizes as she rushes to meet him. Her deep ocean eyes swim with worry, frightened that he might be angry at her. “Seriously. Most of the time, it sounds like he’s just being mean to get into her pants. And, like, I don’t know if that’s how he landed Chrissy back in the day or what, but he’s obviously got no clue what kind of girl he’s flirting with because…”

She trails off at Steve’s hardened umber gaze.

Robin groans and leans over the counter, reaching for the boy’s wrist. “Please don’t be mad at me, Stevie. My heart can take that. I’ll be sick for days—”

“I’m not mad at you, Rob,” the boy promises. He sighs. “I just gotta… go beat up a kid now.”

—————

You’re too focused on the stars and the feeling of Steve’s warm hand on your thigh to notice he’s taking the wrong route home.

The car slows way sooner than you expected. When you come back down from the clouds, you find that you’re in a near-empty lot. The car jolts softly when Steve puts it in park.

“What are we doing?” you turn to him with furrowed brows.

Steve unclicks his seatbelt. “I’ll be right back.”

You look past him, at the large building lit up by amber streetlamps and the green door with a light in its window. Every so often, someone will whip by it wearing a white jersey. Your heart sinks.

“Why are we at school?” you asked, scrunched-faced in a mixture of anger and worry. You don’t know how he knows what happened to you, only that he does know.

“I need to take care of something here. It’s okay—”

“Don’t go in there,” you plead. “Please. Let’s just go home—”

“I’ll be right back,” he repeats. He leans over the console to kiss your cheek. You don’t lean into it like you usually do.

“Steve—”

The car door shuts and cuts off the rest of your pleas.

Steve has an easy time getting into the gym. The backdoor is propped open with a small wooden block like it always is. The coaches welcome him in like usual. They beam as the old team captain waltzes into the newly painted gym like he owns the place.

“Harrington!” the burly man calls over the sounds of squeaking shoes and bouncing basketballs. “Come to turn in an application, finally? I’ve only been asking you to be co-coach since you graduated.”

Steve smiles coolly. “No. Not yet… I, uh— I actually needed to talk to one of your players.”

The man shoots him a look.

“Jason Carver.”

“Oh,” the man chuckles, a deep belly laugh. “You only wanna pull my star player out of practice, huh?”

“It’ll take, like, two seconds. Tops.”

A momentary stare-off ensues. Steve knows the answer he’s going to get. Everyone at this damn school has got a soft spot for him. Perks of being Hawkins High royalty, he figures.

“Two,” the coach says in the place of any real answer. 

He takes the green whistle from his neck and blows into it. The shrill sound echoes through the gym. Like trained dogs, the boys on the court still.

“Carver!” the man shouts, almost too loudly. Steve winces from beside him. “Get over here!”

Jason passes the ball off and jogs to meet them without question. When Steve says he’s got something to tell him, the blonde-haired boy smiles like it’s a privilege. Red-faced and out of breath, he trails behind Steve as they walk out into the hallway.

“Don’t tell me you’re coming to be assistant coach,” the boy says with an audible smile. “Coach Blair has only been talking about it for a year—”

When the double doors shut behind him, Steve whips around and shoves the boy into the lockers. They clang beneath his sudden weight and echo down the empty corridor. Jason’s smug face contorts into shock. “—What the hell?”

He tries to regain his footing, but Steve only shoves him backward again. His hands twist in the neck of his jersey. 

“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Jason shouts.

Steve’s stern features never waver. He leans in close, eyes trained on the boy like a predator to prey. “Leave my girl alone,” he threatens lowly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I don’t know who your girl is—”

“You know exactly who I’m talking about,” Steve spits in response. The lockers bang once more when he shoves the boy backward again. “Should break your leg for what you did to her. What would the star player do then, huh?”

Jason’s wide eyes flit between the both of Steve’s. He racks his brain for what he might’ve done so wrong and who he might’ve done it to. He gapes at the realization — “Bambi? Bambi’s your girlfriend?”

“Oh, that’s what you call her?” Steve muses in a monotone, feigning interest. “How cute.”

“I didn’t know, man. I swear. If I knew, I never would’ve—”

“I don’t care. And stop pleading, alright? It’s embarrassing.”

Jason goes quiet. His Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. Steve’s hand loosens on his jersey. His ice-cold gaze never wavers.

“I don’t wanna know what you did to her. I don’t wanna know why you’re doing it, either — if you think she’s pretty, or if she’s easy-pickings for assholes like you — I don’t care.” He presses the boy further into the lockers, their noses inches apart. “But if I hear you’re messing with her, talking about her to your friends— if you so much as look in her direction again, I promise you won’t like what I do to you.”

Jason’s jaw clenches. He juts out his chin in a feeble attempt to make himself taller. “Yeah?”

Steve nods. “Yeah.”

“That’s real rich coming from someone who couldn’t even beat up Jonathan Byers.”

“I’ve learned a lot since then,” the older boy promises, weirdly composed. “Feel free to find out if you don’t believe me.”

The boy stays quiet.

Steve shoves him backward when he lets go of him. He gives him a final glare and one last warning before walking back toward the gym. “And plant your feet when you’re on the court, alright? It’d be a real shame if you broke an ankle.”

—————

The drive to his house is silent.

It usually is. Most of the time, you’re too zoned into the music or making shapes in the clouds to talk. But now it’s because you’re angry. Steve would be an idiot not to notice. He can feel it radiating off of you like steam.

He reaches for the console and turns the air-con up.

“Are you hot?” he asks in a feeble attempt to break the quiet.

With your arms crossed and your gaze out the window, you deadpan: “I’m mad.”

“I feel like that’s sorta the same thing,” Steve jokes with a weak, lopsided smile.

“I didn’t want you to do that,” you choke through a tight throat. “You’re just gonna make it worse.”

“Well, it wouldn’t have gotten so bad if you would’ve just told me.”

You turn to him with eyes glassy from unshed tears. A stoplight bathes the both of you in shades of neon scarlet. “I didn’t want to tell you because I knew you’d do something about it,” you spit.

“So you’d rather let some asshole run you off the road, huh? Is that it?”

He doesn’t mean to be so harsh. He’s just upset, and the adrenaline’s making him antsy. 

Steve learned a long time ago not to be so forward with you. Even if he’s just joking around, even if he’s mad and saying shit he doesn’t mean — you’re not built for that. You’re made of something softer: marshmallow fluff and crocheted yarn and flower petals. It’s why you let Jason Carver pick on you for so long without saying a word about it.

“It’s not like that,” you argue quietly, blinking back tears as you turn away from him again.

Steve sighs. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean— I’m just upset, okay? I didn’t mean to yell.”

“I know…”

“I just wish you would tell me these things, you know?”

His hand is warm on the skin of your thigh as he smooths his palm over it. Your eyes flit to your leg and then to him. You nod. “I know. I just…” Your features crumple when you trail off. 

Steve squeezes your thigh in reassurance. “You just what?”

“I didn’t want you to think I couldn’t handle myself,” you confess quietly. “Everyone thinks I’m so weak. I didn’t want you to think that, too.”

“I don’t think you’re weak,” Steve scoffs out a laugh, like he almost can’t believe you’d even think something like that.

Your brows furrow. “No?”

“No. Not even a little bit. But as your boyfriend— ‘cause I am your boyfriend, right?”

You meet his teasing gaze with a half-hearted scowl. You’ve only been dating for a year and a half. You nod to humor him.

“Exactly. So, as your boyfriend, it’s my job to help you through the hard shit, you know? Just because you can get through it on your own doesn’t mean you have to.”

Your chest swells. You try not to smile too wide, but it’s hard not to. You’ve never had someone who wanted to protect you before. It’s as strange as it is gratifying.

“Okay,” you concede with a nod.

“Okay?”

“Okay,” you repeat with a giggle.

Steve leans over the console, moving slowly like his lips are made of magnets that drift to yours. Through the overwhelming urge to kiss you, he jokes: “Is it— and I’m just checking here— is it okay?”

You shake your head and lean to meet him halfway. “You’re such a dork.”

Your lips barely brush before a loud honk echoes behind you. You jolt apart from him, not noticing that the light had turned green until then. 

Steve sighs and mourns your unkissed lips. His engine roars softly as he presses on the gas.

He’d noticed. He saw the light change about twenty seconds ago — how the bright crimson changed into a softer shade of lime that bathed you in its neon hues. He just loved the way you looked in green.

[ay0nha]

are you doing a part ii to your sanji angst on the baratie?

PAIRING: OPLA!Sanji x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.7K

WARNINGS: canon-typical things, angst, longing looks and bitter words, mentions of sleazy pirate, food/food consumption, not proofread, squint, and you'll see fleabag vibes (shout out to that anon), rushed ending, etc.

A/N: ahhhhh, idk how I feel about this, so I’m posting it because I know if I don’t, it’ll sit in the drafts forever. Thank you so much for all the love and support on the part before this. It truly means the world! Enjoy.

COMMENTS ENCOURAGED

PART I

The coolness felt sharp on your skin, numbing superficially but struggling to pinpoint the pain. 

It sunk in when the ice melted and bled down your elbow that you were alone, and the ache was still there. 

The devil’s hour was the only time you felt the ship's rhythmic sway. The constantly anxious environment was silent, leaving your shallow breaths to fill the space. There was only so much time before the early risers would begin the prep routine all over again. 

You didn’t fare well with the cyclical nature of it all, but you were skilled in covering the discomfort. It was a game you were good at; the facade behind the swipe of deep lipstick and the soft fabric of your dresses hid you well. Yet, the pressure became unbearable on nights like these. It made you feel stuck, with nowhere to go, as the open ocean surrounded you.

The constant adrenaline at all hours was taunting you. It kept some focused and motivated their drive, but you struggled to stay afloat. Instead, you toyed with the thought of letting the tendrils pull you down into the sinking pool of burdens you ran from. 

“You hear me?” Sanji’s voice pulled you to the surface for a shock of air. You failed to notice he even entered the room. “Where’d you go?” 

Sanji broke your thousand-yard stare, just shy of waving a hand before you. You wanted to scold him for accurately reading you. Instead, your heart pinned to your throat at his overt observation.

“Hmm?” He prompted again, moving deeper into the space. Worry began to etch his tired features; you failed to hide. “You don’t look so good.”

“I’m—” Your response was lost in its formation. Emotion pricked at your nose, but you refused to spill any tears. You were drained, and it all started to feel claustrophobic. “—tired.”

 The practiced lie felt smooth and believable enough to be a sufficient excuse. And, yet, Sanji matched the defiance. “I’ve known you a long, long time…I know your tells, sweetheart—

“Come off it.” You discouraged the name, but it fulfilled Sanji’s purpose. You always stumbled, and your frown conveyed your disdain. “It’s been a…” Day. You stopped to begin again, frazzled, “I-I…I just, I’m just…hungry, Sanji.”

His name rang in his ears like a confession. He waited for you to correct yourself, scold him for prying as you always had. The air shifted to something unexplored, vulnerable. Despite the years of working together, moments like these were rare. Sanji used the pause to take you in, searching for any deception. But you laid bare, asking for comfort and company. 

“Alright...” Sanji’s voice was soft so as not to spook you. He nodded, more confident in his promise. “I can help with that.” 

Clearing your throat, you nodded, a rush of relief flowing through your body. Sanji’s flirtations were easy to ignore. His sarcasm, you returned. The attitude you dished, he accepted with his own. It was how you worked; it kept things fluid. The push and pull kept you going. 

However, the static of your hesitancy tugged at something foreign. It kept you quiet and made you thoughtful. Sanji moved like he always had, calculated and knowledgable of the dish and whose palette he would earn the respect of. Everything he touched turned into a creation. He didn’t do it to prove a point or for a broader ‘them.’ Tonight, he created for you.  

There was assurance in Sanji’s demeanor. He rolled his sleeve to his elbows and tugged at an already loosened tie; he became just as exposed as you were under your watchful eye. You itched for something familiar. The smile you fought proved Sanji read your mind, choosing correctly—a grilled cheese. 

The tomato was missing, and so was the dill.  Yet, there was a thick slather of freshly made mayo on each slice of homemade bread. The smell wafted, reminding you how the day's stress surpassed your hunger. 

“Something to drink?” Sanji’s low rumble broke the silence, checking on you indirectly. 

Sanji spoke through food and understood another through choices and habits. You were picky. You had staples that he perfected the recipe for, this one of them. He knew to be gentle and use his fingertips to smooth the toasted edges of the bread against the browning butter lining the pan. 

“I’m trying to keep the wallowing to a minimum.” You shook your head. You tried to laugh through the feeling, but the joke felt ill-timed and ill-received. “Don’t hurt yourself too much  trying to play nice.”

The air felt still, like the moments of a taut breath. There was no longer an eye on the throne of fabricated competition the Baratie created rather, you looked at each other as if it were the first time, both newly transparent.

“Oh, no—” He tutted, smirk settling naturally. “—that’s not the painful part, love.”

The kitchen was always warm—burners running, heat lamps, bubbling stovetops, and incidental fires. That very temperature caused certain anger to tip over and still provided fluidity in the brigade. However, even when you found yourself in the back, you brought a chill to the air. It rivaled the walk-in and existed as your only trait in the eyes of those found under your glare.

Yet, the warmth Sanji transferred to you was different. It didn’t come from the kitchen or from anger. It was just him, and his words carried him over. His smirk was more of a smile, hesitant to become a smile as he presented his tenderness on a plate for you to devour. 

“Bon appétit, madam.”

You pulled at the edges of the grilled cheese, the inner parts reflecting fondue. The jagged edges defined the unorthodox moment. There was something so perfect in the imperfection of comfort it provided. 

“C’mon…” You cleared the lump forming in your throat. Blindly, you push a hand forward to offer Sanji a half. He half-expected it to be a ploy, for you to snatch it back just as he would go to reach it. Instead, you gestured again, “Go on, take my olive branch so I don’t look like a total dick.”

“Gladly.’

This was what you needed. This was a warm hug at the end of the day. This was a blanket wrapped tightly around you, protecting you from the mess of it all. The simplicity of the company broke you. 

You cleared your throat, wanting to be heard. “You know earlier…”

Sanji hummed encouragingly. He would never pry, afraid of your retaliation, but he knew that the slimy pirate clung to you. While he cooked, Sanji noticed the deep hues on your wrist and how you nurtured them with patience.  

“He scared me.” You scoffed at your own admission, belittling your feelings already. It felt ridiculous in hindsight, allowing someone to crawl so deeply under your skin. “I just didn’t see it coming…and wasn’t sure where it was going.”

You played with a few crumbs on your fingertips, allowing a thoughtful pause that you refused to fill. Sanji knew you’d eat the crust first, saving the gooey inside for when you ripped off the bandaid. 

“I could have—” He started, unwilling to miss the opportunity you gave him. “I’ll talk to Zeff. We’ll handle this. You’ll never—That’ll never happen again.”

Sanji’s sandwich half was forgotten, his hunger only satiable by your security.  You almost fed into it, tripping into the depths of his gaze’s concern. But you’d been tricked before and you’d be damned to fall for it all over again. 

“No—” You were blunt, words pointed. “Sanji…” It didn’t matter what promise he could give; it had no power against the past. “This world doesn’t look out for people like me but carves spaces for you. For him.”

Everything became unappetizing, as if you’d come back to yourself. Any defenses dropped were regained with dual force. You’d scold yourself later for accepting the shared meal as if that were the obvious solution to it all. 

“And what does he get, hmm?” You hummed with disgust. “A slap on the wrist?  Meal on the house?” You barked with hate. “And me? My professionalism gets questioned. I’m told to cheer up and move on—and yet, you all are blind! The real problem has nothing to do with that fucking pirate.” 

Zeff was your advocate. He only tolerated so much, and anything that interrupted or dragged you in unwillingly was dealt with. You heard how those around you reacted. They cheered and glorified Sanji’s heroic acts but didn’t waste a breath to see if you were still intact.  

Sanji had, in his own way. You knew that and detested how it made you crumble to the pieces you always had to pick up. Drawing a sharp but much-needed breath, you promised never to allow it again. 

Sanji read your expressiveness; understanding the sentiment was a deep-running thread. He knew it wasn’t his place to advise, tempt, and, worst of all, ignore you. 

Despite being at loss for words his effort was persistent.“Love—”

You wanted him to curse you or mock you or do something that would qualify the anger that made you tremble. You couldn’t stand how readily he took everything you gave him with such gentleness. 

“Sanji—” There was a coldness you attached to his name, but a warning nonetheless. You detested how, even now, he still remained.  “I never wanted this…Here I shift–I change, I mold into this…hybrid of a being just to fulfill what you think you want me to be—And still, I find myself disappointed in that fact that I think that’ll change—shame on me.”

The scraps of the sandwich had grown cold, its newly rigid, solid form symbolic of how things were supposed to be. You left Sanji with the weight of your words, a clear reminder that he was no more than a cog in the grand scheme of things---an insignificant part of your greater plan to be heard.

[vidavalor]

Hi! Hope you're having a nice day! So, I love your metas, however, I confess the, idk tecnicalities? logistics? of a twist that they've been together the whole time still puzzle me. What would the narrative purpose of such a reveal be? Why and how would it be put into the story? I guess what I'm saying is I'd really, really like you to be correct but I'm sadly still skeptical that it could actually happen :(

Hi! Thanks for the ask. Hope you're having a nice day yourself. :) I'll give you a cheeky answer and then a real one, if you don't mind. @procrastiel also asked me to talk more about "no nightingales" and it fit into the second half of my answer here so this is kind of a combination ask response to both of you.

This gif below this paragraph here? Yeah, this is *not* the scene from 1.01 that, when decoded from their language, says they're having sex. I am not being sarcastic-- it is *not* this scene. This scene is in that meta (which is being edited, so, soon) because how could it not be, really, but *this scene* is *not* that scene lol and, yet, some people still find the idea of them sleeping together surprising:

Anon, this is, like, the third, joint Crowley & Aziraphale scene in Episode 1.01 and that is consensual, mutually beneficial, kink. One that both has a sense of humor and puts a smile on your face, as Mrs. Sandwich would put it.

Let's thought experiment a bit here. Let's say this is the extent of it. It absolutely is not lol but, for the experiment, let's say it is. Let's say that they've never taken each other to bed, they've never lent each other a hand, so to speak, they've never anything else you're thinking of right now-- nothing. The most significant physical contact they will have ever had pre-2.06 in this thought experiment is holding hands on the bus on the way back from Tadfield which, as we all know, isn't a sexual thing. Anyone can hold hands and it was a long week, but let's say that's it. They would then *still* have a sexual element to their relationship and the show gave you that information in 1.01. What is happening in this scene is a form of sex. It's already in the show that they are having sex. Yeah, they're having more and different sex than this and yeah, there is evidence of it and yeah, meta finished soon, but honestly... there is actually *a lot* of suggestion of Crowley & Aziraphale sleeping together. For now, we'll just talk about this scene here...

Crowley liking to watch is such a thing that it's now a recurring joke on the show. You don't think that "can I watchhhhh" while he follows Aziraphale around the neighborhood in S2 wasn't Crowley self-deprecatingly poking fun at the fact that he's got a bit of a voyeuristic thing happening? "Can I slither over and watch you eat cake?" in Good Omens: Lockdown?... Anon. Girl.

Crowley isn't just scientifically intrigued by Aziraphale eating lunch. He's not just super happy that his pal is having a very delicious meal. He is very, very, very sexually into watching Aziraphale eat...which is to say that he's into watching Aziraphale allow himself to experience pleasure, in the face of the repression of the Heaven mentality... and Aziraphale isn't just indulging this in a one-sided way where, for whatever reason, he lets his best friend of 6,000 years get turned on watching him have lunch but they don't talk about it or something and Aziraphale lets it go because he's got no one else to talk to lol. Aziraphale is equally into this. It's easy to see why and the more the show tells you about Aziraphale, the easier it is.

Aziraphale, into Crowley watching him? Aziraphale, who painted every damn room in his house the color of Crowley's pretty, Va-Va-Voom Yellow eyes? Aziraphale, who has scene after scene after scene after scene of looking irritated and jealous at literally anything else Crowley is ever looking at and calls beautiful? lol That angel is into the undivided attention of the Serpent of Eden, ok?

Crowley made the stars in the sky. He's a creator and an innovator and an engineer and an artist. He's been on Earth since the start and has seen basically everything beautiful humanity has ever made. He drives one of the finest examples of human ingenuity-- his beautiful Bentley. He's seen The Pyramids and watched Da Vinci paint The Mona Lisa and saw first-run Shakespeare performed at The Globe. He has an eye for art and beauty... and he's the original temptress. It was Crowley who tempted Eve into eating the apple and when Eve ate that apple and discovered the pleasures of food, she and Adam created that whole Biblical fruits of knowledge metaphor by getting up to some other forms of pleasure soon after, so, Crowley is basically responsible for free thought and pleasure throughout all of human history since the Garden of Eden... and what drives him out of his mind with want is Aziraphale enjoying himself.

I mean, enjoying his food. Totally just his food. Only his food, Anon. *slight smirk*

Aziraphale is absolutely into that. Crowley likes to watch and Aziraphale likes being watched in that way. Crowley looking at him like he's more beautiful than nebulae and statues of Gabriel is attention that is absolutely welcome by Aziraphale. Two of his favorite things at once-- a luxurious, scrumptious lunch and a turned on Crowley. Aziraphale's ideal day lol. That angel is watching Crowley watch him and loving every minute of it. It's as delicious as his actual lunch. Look at that little glance over at him. C'mon lol.

They do this from time to time. What do you think the results are? What would happen if you kinky-lunched with your best friend and how low are the odds that this is the only sexual thing the two of you have managed to get up to in the 6,000 years you've been on Earth? When one of you is a raging hedonist and the other likes to take beautiful things apart to see how they work?

This scene and its character knowledge is dropped into the middle of the first episode of the show with zero context and 10/10 no notes that was the single most hilarious way this extremely funny show could have ever chosen to do this but this is something the show chose to not only tell us about but to then provide context for in 2.02.

They gave kinky lunch an origin story, Anon lol. They were like also, you should probably know about Bildad at the ox rib special... you see, that hot lunch from 2008 actually started in *2,500 B.C.* when Crowley offered Aziraphale some barbecue and Aziraphale, who had never eaten before, ate an entire ox while Crowley lounged in the corner with a jug of wine and fantasized about being Aziraphale's dinner and before you yell at me, Anon, for sexualizing barbecue when really, sometimes, one just loves a good cookout, I agree with you.

Enjoying food does not have to be a sexual experience. I mean, I've had some pasta that could have given me an orgasm but... what makes ox rib cellar night sexual isn't how much Aziraphale is like omg food is delicious, I eat now, maybe forever, this is amazing. It's how he *looks an aroused Crowley dead in the eye while fully aware of how into watching him Crowley is and then goes back to enjoying his barbecue.*

The next day, he's cracking Crowley up by using the ox ribs in their whole plot to save the kids by having that be what Sitis pulls out of Job's ribs. Gabriel and the angels think sex is rib removal so Crowley and Aziraphale are jointly, from across a room, like the previous night coordinating a kind of pseudo-sex to fool the angels and Aziraphale puts the ox ribs into the pseudo-sex, joking with Crowley about their own sex-that's-not-exactly-traditional-sex-but-was-way-more-sex-than-this from the night before. He winks at Crowley and gives him two thumbs up when he sets up the ox rib bit of it and Bildad was like do not laugh in front of the angels do not laugh in front of the angels...

It was absolutely an intentional joke on Aziraphale's part, poking light fun at their night of figuring out that they have a pair of wildly compatible, mutually arousing kinks that can bring them some fun and showing they have a sense of humor about themselves-- something that is on display a lot, actually.

They're very aware of this and very funny about it and it has been going on since 2,500 B.C., Anon. S2 was just like Bildad at the ox rib special was the first time they had a form of sex, fyi, so yeah, that's why I would not be surprised if S3 has some flashback where they're semi-dressed in Aziraphale's bedroom or something and the implication is that they also have sex that doesn't involve food. The show is also already saying that they do and other scenes already suggest it but we'll save that for the main meta on this topic.

Ok, so my less cheeky, more technical answer :)

To be clear about what I'm saying here so we're on the same page about what S3 could potentially maybe bring... I'm not saying that there's a 25 minute long minisode that's nothing but them getting busy. It would likely be a bit more subtle than that. I say that and then also they did drop food kink into 1.01 and had that hilarious Newt & Anathema scene in S1 so who knows lol but basically, I think there's a flashback in S3 somewhere that is a little more direct about the fact that they've been sleeping together and for a long time. It doesn't need to be anything wild. It doesn't even need to be anything but suggestive of it. A friend of mine thinks it's my The Blitz, Part 3 theory but that they're in bed when Greta gets into the bookshop. All I know is that it's suspicious to me that the only room in the bookshop they haven't really shown us so far is Aziraphale's bedroom. Probably because there's at least some subtle evidence of Crowley in it and they're dragging that out a bit. The one thing I do think though for sure is that we get the vavoom-y first kiss and it being a bonkers amount of time ago, to re-contextualize basically all of their scenes that come after it, which will wind up being most scenes. I don't presume to be correct about details about stuff we haven't seen as I would not dream that I could predict the how, just maybe that I've got the overall vibes right at this point. I won't place any bets about how they'd work in a more direct implication of sex. I might on The Vavoom, though. I've got a solid feeling about that.

For the record, I wouldn't really consider them in bed a twist (as you might have gotten from the tone of this meta lol) but I can see how some people would. If your skepticism is coming at all, even in part, from a place of something like this just not frequently done on tv, I'd say, well, you might have also thought they weren't going to kiss, either, and *gestures in the general direction of Every and doesn't gif it because we've all been through enough* lol. The show is very, very queer-friendly and has a showrunner and actors who seem game enough so none of that is really an impediment to this.

Good Omens is telling its story out of chronological order, for the most part, for what amount to two main reasons: because it lends additional meaning to its themes and because it's fun as hell. The narrative purpose of adding additional context to Crowley & Aziraphale's relationship is to add to your understanding of it because your understanding of it is one of the main ways the show is conveying a lot of its themes. They are the story so adding context to the story to drive meaning is never is not without narrative purpose. By telling the story out of sequence, you wind up engaging your audience to focus more on what you're saying in every scene because you've taught them to look for the layers you're building.

Good Omens told you "no nightingales"-- had Crowley use nightingales and confirm that it's a word in his and Aziraphale's language-- in the same scene in which they showed you them kissing for the first time (and, for them, the worst time lol) to help bury the lede that this other scene earlier in the season is actually telling you about their first kiss. (By setting this up, they now have to show you it, suggesting it's in S3.) The other scene is obviously Crowley taking advantage of the fact that Aziraphale just asked him to play Cupid (and called Crowley romantic in doing so, btw-- "I don't think she [Maggie] knows how to conduct a courtship" implying that Aziraphale feels that Crowley does and that's why Aziraphale has run to his very romantic partner for help). Aziraphale is asking him to help the shop lesbians fall in love and Crowley uses the moment to demonstrate that romantic side by describing back to Aziraphale their first kiss as, to him, the epitome of romance:

Good Omens intentionally shows you stuff and then gives you more context that helps you understand it later. It spent two seasons getting you to know more about nightingales than Sir David Attenborough for the express purpose of eventually answering your question in 2.06. The question: do all these references to these romantic birds really mean that Crowley & Aziraphale are aware of them and the nightingales mean something to them or are the nightingales just a metaphor for them?

And even if a part of you was still going awfully interesting choice of metaphor since this is all romantic as all hell the whole time, you're still not sure until 2.06 if it's symbolism and metaphor and if the show is ever going to weave it totally into Crowley & Aziraphale directly, even if a few clues seem to suggest that they have been doing so all along. Like that "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square" is playing on the piano at The Ritz in S1 (implying one of them either asked or magically influenced the pianist to play it, implying that it's their song/a song with meaning to them/their parallel to Ineffable Bureaucracy's "Everyday", as we'd say after S2.) Most significantly, that Aziraphale in 1967 seems to be referencing it in a coded way when he tells Crowley that maybe, one day, in the future, they could dine at the Ritz, in a scene that's almost impossible to read as anything but a discussion about their relationship.

Cut to 2.06 when Crowley busts this out:

The show is now like remember when we taught you that nightingales are symbolic of romance? Well, we had to so that you'd understand that here is nightingales being used by Crowley as the shorthand word in their language for their romance. We taught you that dining at the Ritz is the act of trying to live live a little more openly with that romance, as well as meaning to literally dine at the Ritz, and that it's a reference to the lyric in "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square." Here's Crowley talking about it. Here's him using the word nightingales in a coded way and Aziraphale understanding him. Here's confirmation of this word existing between them as the word they use when talking about this romance of theirs long before this scene in 2.06 takes place. Here's confirmation that they are in a romantic relationship with one another. Crowley using "nightingales" and Aziraphale understanding him means that it means their romantic relationship in their language... which means they have a word for their romantic relationship in their language... which is to say that they have a romantic relationship.

People do have romantic relationships without having kissed one another before or without having sex but do beings who kinky lunch? Probably not. No nightingales recontextualizes the kiss in its same scene for us the way that Crowley lifting the magic for a moment as he walked away in Job's courtyard recontextualized what had happened earlier in that scene for Aziraphale. When Crowley got Aziraphale to see the crows were the key, Aziraphale understood what had just happened in the scene. When, in 2.06, Crowley says no nightingales, it's for us, this time. Not Aziraphale. He already knows how to speak their language. Even if it's the first time *you've* seen them kiss, no nightingales exists to show you that it's not the first time they ever have.

You don't have a word in a secret language unless you need it. You don't talk about a romantic relationship with one another that you don't have. Crowley pointing to Heaven the way he did when he had Muriel arrest him and saying no nightingales is Crowley saying their romantic relationship, at that moment, felt incompatible with Aziraphale going to Heaven. Heaven means no nightingales-- no romance. He doesn't know how they can continue *the romantic relationship that they already have* if Aziraphale is leaving.

2.06 is not their first kiss; it is probably the worst kiss they've ever had and they've had thousands. It was desperation in the failure of surface communication and double speak alike both seeming to fail them in the moment. Aziraphale touches his mouth with a shaking hand after Crowley leaves and thinks about how he wants him to come back and do it again because imagine loving your soulmate for six millennia and it's going to end with that kiss. This is not a show that's going to permanently break your heart here. Everyone basically already knows how it ends and it's sweet. It's called Good Omens. You really think a show like this is going to make these two adorable supernatural dorks that are its protagonists have had a depressing first kiss? Especially when they're already hinting at how they're going to reveal in S3 that it was really the complete opposite of one? And that it was a really, really long time ago...

If you look back on the nightingales references prior to this, right, you realize that this word has existed in their vocabulary for a long time. "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square" was playing on the piano at the end of S1 so nightingales was already in their vocabulary then. They were already involved romantically in S1. The scene as they agree to go to lunch ahead of the end of S1 has Aziraphale saying that they should go to The Ritz and when we get in there and see them at lunch, we realize we've already been here with them in the first episode and that the show chose to only tell us in the season 1 finale. They tell you things and then add in context to give them additional layers of meaning later.

They dined at The Ritz in 2008 for the first time in 1.01, doing what Aziraphale had suggested in 1.03, so there are nightingales in the beginning, middle and end of S1 pretty directly. Aziraphale having suggested this in 1967 means that nightingales already meant romance to them then. It's *why* Aziraphale uses dining at the Ritz to describe having that more open romance as something he would like-- literally and metaphorically. It comes from the song, which was first performed in 1940. It suggests that the references to this song for them probably tie to The Blitz in 1941, which we almost certainly have a Part 3 to coming in S3. It would be a safe bet "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square" is in it somewhere. Whatever happens then will also wind up re-contextualizing the "no nightingales" moment and adding additional meaning to it that we don't yet know but we know enough already to understand that nightingales = romance.

But when Crowley says no nightingales in 2.06, he frames it by asking Aziraphale to stop and listen, in a reference to the formation of their secret language in the Job courtyard. In a reference to those other birds-- crows-- that hid the goats and formed the basis of Crowley's name. Nightingales and dining at the Ritz might have existed for them since WW2 as words but there were other words that pre-date it and by framing the nightingales comment in such a way as to also reference Job, it's a reminder of how their romance isn't new. It's thousands of years old. The crows were nightingales, long before they ever admitted it, let alone got a song.

World's hottest, most romantic buddy comedy, I tell ya...

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accidental confessions with the inarizaki boys 🥺

(I turned my autocap off for this request <3)

𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨?

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 : 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘢, 𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴/𝘢𝘯 : 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘤 𝘺𝘬, atsumu 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘺𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 😞 (anon I actually love u for the autocap thing.)

r. suna ↴

✫ ok so for this you basically r watching the team practice (u r friends w them) and during the water break u decide to give ur good friend suna a call thinking it’s your best friend, ghalya (my irl best friend btw 😉). 

this whole day you’ve been thinking about one thing. whether u should or shouldn’t go watch your crush practice. the obvious answer was yes because you were friends with all the second years on the team, but in the back of ur mind you were rethinking the decision. so you decide to ask your best friend.

“bruh yes wth r u thinking ofc u should go 😐” 

ghalya looked at you as if you were the dumbest person in the world for letting the thought of not going cross your mind. “okok fine ig I will” you sigh, but then u get a idea “what if… YOU CAME WITH.”…. only to be answered with a 

“no. I’m not ab to go to a practice for ppl idk 😨.. and even if I wanted to I cant, I have to study for my exam next week” 

as if you ever study 🤨 is what you WANTED to say, but instead u settled for a “fine”. 

when u got to the practice the first person to notice your arrival was atsumu. “OMG Y/N HIII” he waved with a smile, gaining the attention of his teammates. after they all greeted you, you sat down watching them. your eyes constantly rerouting onto one person… suna. if you were being honest, your crush on him was FAT ASL. u were head over heels for this boy; not that you’d ever tell him.

during their water break you looked at him again, sweat dripping down from his hair as he drank his water, you kept looking at his hands. his pretty pretty hands, his long slender fingers and his short kept nails. as you started to examine his face, suna looked at you. after maintaining eye contact for a couple of seconds you looked away, flustered. his eyes were beautiful, a perfect shade of grayish yellow. they were practically glowing. so you did the normal thing to do, bother your best friend about it. 

you had taken your phone out of your pocket, opening the phone app and calling the 4th recently called person instead of the third.

“hello??” you start, leaving no room for response. “ghalya emergency. im FR ab to punch suna rintaro. why? u may ask. THIS MF. WITH HIS PRETTY ASS SELF DECIDES TO LOOK AT ME FOR A COUPLE SECONDS. like im already I’m love w u dont play. GHALYA PLZ I NEED HELP IM DYING FR.”

“umm… l/n????” 

“oh. okay. allow me to go kms.” 

when I tell u that u ran out. I mean u MF RAN OUT.  when you got home you called ghalya (actually her this time). and RANTED UR ASS AB IT until a certain someone  knocked on your front door. u went to look though the peephole, you saw him. so you fixed your hair and dusted your clothes rlly quick and opened the door. “hey-“ 

“ilikeyoutoo”

that was all he said, it was so quick and he barely muttered it, but you heard it so clear. and your jaw DROPPED. (not actually) “you WHAT?” you were FR in denial. “I said, I like you too” he said, slower this time. “so, do u think we could go to a cafe this sunday? as a date?” he had a blank face but you could tell he was kinda nervous. “yeah, I’d like that….. like I’d REALLY like that” you said without thinking. he smiled

after he left, you were laying in your bed those same words repeating in your head

I said I like you too

I said I like you too

I said I like you too

let’s just say, you were looking forward to your sunday

a. miya ↴

✫ okok so for this one, I feel like u just r stalking his insta or sum (fan behavior/yall r friends) and then u CALL HIM instead of ur best friend AKIRA. and rant about how good he looks 😞 

you were crying (not actually). not because you were sad but bc how FINE atsumu looked in his newest instagram post. you were laying on your stomach and KICKING UR FEET AND GIGGLING. u felt like an elementary school girl who had a crush on a boy. it was a selfie of atsumu after he had woke up, his bedhead was cute and all in his face, he was pouting and his eyebags were as visible as can be 😭. but somehow, he pulled it off. the picture was captioned “stupid ass brother CANT keep his mouth shut when I’m sleeping but at practice he don’t even call for the ball 😐” his comments were FILLED with girls saying things like “omg my pants suddenly fell off” or “don’t disrespect my man osamu like that!!!”…. 

you were jealous. 

so you just HAD to call your best friend akira to talk ab it. so you called and as soon as the phone was picked up you gave no room for anyone else to speak.

“omg. akira. I’m ab to give atsumu a big fat kiss bc why does he look so good. like IK I be talking ab him to u a lot and stuff but like HOLY SHIT. HOW CAN SOMEONE LOOK SO GOOD AND WAKE UP AT THE SAME TIME. but those girls in the comments can fr die bc like back off or wtv 🙄.”

“y/n??? u think I looked good 😏”

when I tell u your heart bursted out of ur chest I mean full ass HEART ATTACK. you ended that call so quick not even the flash could outdo you. 

2 minutes had passed and atsumu was spamming you with things like “Y/N ANSWER PLEASE” or “Y/NNNNNNNNNNNN IK U SEE THIS”. until one text message caught ur eye

“I like u too btw 🙄” 

ONLY THEN you answered with a “thats wild”

“oh so NOW you want to reply 🤨🙄”, you smiled at this, calling him back. “omg atsumus like soooo hot and  he my man fr!!” he mocked, you glared at the phone laughing sarcastically, then he added a “we should go on a date ykyk i pick u up at 6 tmrw and we go out ykyk i’ll make sure to make myself look extra good”. 

“yeah that would be great actually we should”

you both talked for a little after that, talking about your days and volleyball until you say u need to gtb.

“WAIT BEFORE YOU GO, about that big fat kiss…”

“good night atsumu.”

@/ilovesillycats

please don’t copy my work 😞

[moonswolfie]

heyy I love ur writing and idk if ur still doing the 200 follower event but can I request a part 2 for the iwaizumi royal au one. I read it 3 times and got butterflies everytime 😆🥰

maybe with prompt 19 + 20 or 29 depending if u want iwaizumi to be bold and flirty or shy. im fine with either I just really want to know what happen the next morning 😩

Prince!Iwaizumi x Knight!reader (gender neutral)

part 2 to this post

Oh my god anon you would NOT BELIEVE HOW HARD I GIGGLED AT THIS i am giggling as i am typing this😵‍💫😵‍💫💗💗 every time i want to take a break from tumblr a really sweet anon/user swoops in and pulls me right back in😭💞

sorry to go against your request but i only used prompt 19 since i felt that using the other prompts would interrupt the flow

You were woken up by the bright light of the morning sun shining down on your face. You blinked your eyes open, surprised that you even managed to sleep a little.

And you realised right after that you were still in Iwaizumi's arms. Not wanting to make things awkward, you slowly moved his arms off of you, even though it pained you to do so on the inside.

Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, you remembered the things he mumbled against you last night. You quickly shook your head.

That must have been a dream, a dream you remember very very clearly for some reason.

His eyes fluttered open at the loss of yout body heat and he looked back at you, eyes slowly focusing in on your face.

"You're making a weird face. What's up?" He asked, voice a little raspy from not using it all night. Oh my, his morning voice is so cu-

No! You should really stop that. "Am I? My apologies, your highness." You bowed.

"Raise your head. You don't need to do all that hoity toity 'your highness' stuff with me, you know. I like it when you treat me like an equal."

You figured. He was always the type of person to dislike being treated differently because of his royal status. You know that from the way he insisted all the knights call him "Hajime" as a kid.

"Okay, Hajime." you forced out, feeling like you've just commited a major sin. His smile in response to your casual way of refering to him was almost worth it, though.

"So... is the door still locked?" he asked after an awkward silence. The air in the room felt oddly heavy. Like there's an unspoken knowledge between the two of you.

You silently walked to the door, attempting to open it. The door didn't budge. "It is."

Another awkward silence followed. The more you thought about it, the more you were starting to realise that might not have been a dream after all.

"Okay, this is killing me. You know I heard what you said, right?" you couldn't take the awkward silence anymore.

"Heard... what?" you weren't sure if he was actually unsure or just pretending to be.

"You told me you loved me last night..." The bandaid had finally been ripped off and you watched his expression slowly shift from one of surprise to one of embarrasment.

"You... heard?" he asked cautiously, as if he didn't want to believe it. You nodded in response, trying your best to not let your determined expression crack.

"And I, uhhhh, love you too..." you looked off into a random corner of the room, too afraid to meet his eyes when making such a confession. This is complete insanity. Never in your life would you have thought you would be confessing to the crown prince.

This must be what they call forbidden love.

"You love me... too?" his tone of voice indicated that he couldn't believe his ears. And frankly, who could blame him? You have to note that his pink cheeks are simply adorable, though.

"Uhh, yeah... I do. Where do... we go from here?" it just started to dawn on you how big of a scandal this could be. The crown prince with a commoner knight?!

Wait, you're still not over the fact that he's in love with you too, though?! Ironically, it feels like you're about to wake up from a dream any second.

"You like me? Iwaizumi Hajime? The crown prince?" He pointed to himself.

"...Uh, yeah..." you wondered if it's really that hard to believe one of his knights is attracted to him considering he has noble ladies practically drooling over him at every banquet he attends.

"Well, I'll be damned. This isn't a dream, by any chance?"

"I would hope it isn't... Because if so, we'll both wake up dissapointed."

.

"Did anything else happen on our little.... arranged outing?" the queen asked, already very excited by the progress the advisor reported a minute ago.

"Not that I know of... Though his Highness and the knight were acting a bit strange around eachother for the remainder of the trip."

The king hummed, closing his eyes. "Strange...?"

"More relaxed, your highness."

"Hmm, hmm, hmm!~" the queen hummed excitedly. "This is quite marvelous! My little Hajime's all grown up!!"

[oscconfessions]

(Kinda long post warning) so semi-recently one of the creators of ii made a post on twitter about a fandom I’m in which is all well and good and actually pretty awesome but the responses were split into two camps which were “WTF r u talking about never heard of this thing” and “oh yeah that thing.” both of which made me irrationally angry for the stupidest reason. let me make an important note that this fandom is my biggest special interest of all time. It’s my entire personality and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it for seven months straight. I’m also weirdly protective over it! so seeing people never hear about it and judge it (because to an outsider Yeah it is really weird! but it’s weird in a fun way trust me . it’s one of the most peculiar pieces of media ive ever seen and I love it so much /aff) made me really upset. however arguably the second (“oh yeah that thing”) was even worse for my brain? that is what this ask is *really* about because like. for some reason I’m so mad seeing people in the OSC be Normal about that thing. did those semi canonical gay people not infect your brain. were you not amazed by the chicken finger mafia episode episode or the zombie apocalypse episode set to an ABBA soundtrack or the law and order parody over the death of a yam or (responses continue for days). how are you Normal About It. which is SO irrational because like... that’s how I feel about ii? Like I like it but I’m not insane about it like I am about that fandom or BFDI. but for some reason it just makes me Really Mad. I genuinely had to take a week long break from the osc 😭 and idk what to do cuz seeing those people who reacted those ways now makes me mad and I look up to some of them and it’s just hard 2 return to the osc now :/ sorry if this is too unrelated to put here - 🎩 (just to find later. if this is taken- I’m not other tophat anon I have never confessed to this blog before)

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[shuenkio]

help like ig suggestion idk a brainfart about the sunoo story ok imagine

sunoo and yn in the same bed but yn was too busy talking to his friends and sunoo got jealous so he did the most responsible thing and moaned. yn muted the call quickly.

"sunoo what are you doing?" yn asked "what you're not noticing me so i'll satisfy myself"

"can you shut up at least??" sunoo looked at yn dead in the eyes "im gonna be loud when i jerk myself off whether you like it or not, i mean if you would jerk it yourself i could try to shut up"

yn's friend really just have to make it hard, suddenly having problems in their groupwork (idk yall decide the cockblock 😶‍🌫️😵‍💫) so now he has to make sure sunoo doesnt moan when he gives sunoo a handjob

and sunoo being sunoo he becomes bratty and demands yn to suck his dick while jerking him off. now not only does he have to jerk him off making sure sunoo doesnt make a sound, blow him when he demands while holding his mouth knowing sunoo cant control his moans when yn uses his mouth then timing it so when he has to answer yn would unmute and talk to his friend while still holding sunoo's mouth

when that torture (for yn, sunoo was livid) yn had enough and decided to milk sunoo. kissing his body from his nips to his waist jerking him off and blowing him messily. sunoo came two times and when sunoo came for the third time he wants it to end

"yn pleasee"

"no sunoo, you annoyed me so much, are you really that jealous over other people?" yn said before straddling him

"fuck, yes baby ok, i want you all for myself and i know im not exactly your type but please ugh i want you all for myself i dont want you stolen from me"

"sunoo i swear to god do you think i would do all this if i dont like you"

"huh?" sunoo was surprised at the sudden confession

"i always liked you sunoo, but here you are treating me like a cumdump when i wanted you to ask me out since the first time i saw you"

the two of them cummed after the confession. yn didnt even bothered to take sunoo's cock out. the two of them hugged and sunoo kissed yn before they both drifted into sleep

this wasnt supposed to be long oh my god i got carried away 😭😭 anyways hope the anon liked this idk 😭😭😭 this is just my fantasy soo - 💜

You have potential pookie 🙊 if you wannah be writer— anyway I'll let my readers see this 👌

[daydream-cement]

Hi, I was thinking about a Larissa x Fern fic where Larissa is trying to surprise Fern with a romantic dinner but, during the process, she accidentally sets one of Fern's favorite plants on fire. At first she tries to save the plant but when she realizes there's nothing she can do she decides to hide it. When Fern gets home she's like "Have you seen *plant's name*?" (Idk why but I think she would name her plants) and at this point Larissa has to confess what happened. (A fluff ending please 👉🏻👈🏻)

Mistakes Happen

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: This is such a fun idea! Thank you anon!

Finals week was stressing out everyone at Nevermore. You specifically were regretting the size of the projects you had assigned your students, regardless of how much you knew the students enjoyed it. It was an incredible amount of work to be graded. Three nights you had come home incredibly late which Larissa found to be strange as that was typically her MO.

Larissa had attempted to make you dinner while working on her report to the board of directors. More so, she forgot about making you dinner while working on a report for the board of directors.

Next thing she knew, the pan was on fire. Quickly the shapeshifter pulled it from the stove, dropping it in the sink. Before she could turn on the water to extinguish the fire, she remembered the fact that water is the last thing she should put on a grease fire. While she searched for a fine extinguisher or baking soda from under the sink to put out the flames, she hadn't noticed the way the fire licked at the sweeping tendrils of one of your plants.

It was only after the fire was put out that Larissa had noticed the charred remains of your hanging plant. Abandoning the mess in the sink, Larissa pulled the plant from the window with the intent to help the poor thing, but she soon realized she had absolutely no clue what to do. With a shaky breath, Larissa tried to gather herself.

She tucked the fire extinguisher and dead plant under the sink and began cleaning up the remains of the absolute mess she had made.

You noticed something smelled off as soon as you entered the home. Immediately you knew Larissa was trying to cook for you which brought a pained smile to your face, "What's going on in here?" You ask, turning the corner into the kitchen, eyes landing on your girlfriend.

"Nothing. I- I tried cooking dinner, but I seemed to have forgotten... Uhm, take out for dinner? Is take out for dinner okay?" Larissa wouldn't look at you as she shifted about the kitchen, instead she continued to put away the dishes from the dishwasher.

You laughed and took a step closer to her, pulling a glass baking dish from the wash before Larissa could, gripping it tightly so she would have to pause before taking it from you, "Yes, of course it is. What's the matter?"

"Everything is fine. Are you okay?" Larissa questioned you in return, her gaze not meeting yours as she took the dish from you and tucked it away above the fridge.

"I'm just fine. Why are you acting s-" You shook your head, not willing to give up on questioning Larissa's funny behavior quite yet. Beginning to look around the kitchen, you attempt to figure out what had upset her so. Your eyes sweep past the window sill, recognizing the significant lack of green, "Where's the philodendron?"

"The what?" Larissa hummed in response, pretending not to notice the absence of your houseplant.

"The heartleaf philodendron. The vine-y plant that sits here."

"Didn't you take that to work?"

"No. It sits right here in the South-facing window just like he likes." You turn to Larissa and fold your arms, blocking Larissa's path to the dishwasher, "Where is it, Larissa?"

"It was an accident... I swear." The platinum blonde opens the cabinet under the sink, pulling the charred plant for you to see. At the sight of the burnt little leaves that were once so dark green and glossy, you steady yourself with a deep breath. You had always taken pride in not using your powers to care for your interior plants. They stayed alive out of pure horticultural skill.

With a quiet nod, you move over the sink and begin tearing the dead leaves from the plant, dropping them in the sink as you worked. Larissa approached you from behind, arms wrapping around your middle as she offered you a steady flow of apologies.

With all of the dead leaves gone, you turn on the faucet, allowing some water to flow into the pot. You took a deep breath and cupped the flower pot in your hands, fresh green shoots beginning to flow from the soil and seconds later the plant was a similar density and length that it was prior.

You place the plant back on the sill and turn in Larissa's arms, eyes gazing into hers with a stern intensity, "Rissa, now, next time... Tell me if you almost kill one of my plants. There is a good chance that it actually isn't fully dead."

She nodded, still feeling incredibly guilty for almost killing one of your favorite plants, "Okay..."

"Give me a kiss and then apologize to the philodendron. He isn't happy with you for setting him on fire." You place a hand at the back of Larissa's neck, guiding her down to seal the ordeal with a kiss.

Keeping you in her arms, Larissa squeezes you a little tighter, pressing you against the counter as she looks over the top of you, "So sorry, Mr. Philodendron. Won't happen again."

"He forgives you. Now what do you want for dinner? I think we should get Indian food." You push you way from Larissa's arms, heading towards the bedroom to change your clothes. When you returned, both of you could figure out dinner and snuggle up on the couch when all was said and done.

[amostimprobabledream]

This is going to sound kind of well-duh, but here it is...

So...I have a habit of occasionally hyperfixating on blogs I find, usually when I've found a new fandom and want to immerse myself in it. And then I get attached to it and I'll start sending anons sharing ideas and stuff, especially if the person running the blog seems chill and I lowkey want to be friends.

EXCEPT I'M KIND OF SHY SOMETIMES so I always do it with anon turned on. So that way it seems like it's a lot of different people and not just me bothering them over and over...

And it's so crazy because actually, there are a couple of blogs out there who have had thoughts/prompts/etc I sent in and made really awesome content - based off something I sent in! My friend will confirm this, I've literally sent her perhaps hundreds of asks, mostly anonymously, to her blog, but she knows it's me because she knows the way I type/phrase things too well.

So why don't I just write them myself?!

I guess it's lowkey me trying to contribute and if I'm new to the fandom, I don't always feel confident about taking on the ideas I come up with. But when it comes to writing short headcanons or whatever, I rarely do it because for some reason I got it into my head that people won't want to read something so short?

EVEN THOUGH I LOVE READING SHORT LITTLE PIECES IN RESPONSE TO MY PROMPTS.

So I guess from now on, when I have an idea, I should just write it myself instead of constantly outsourcing my ideas to other people because I think they'll do them better then me, and maybe that way more people will interact with me/my blog, which I'd very much like! I love yapping about fandoms with people (so long as they aren't being rude to me lol), and I have no idea why it's taken me this long to figure this out. My tumblr is like ten years old and I've been active on it since like 2017. I feel so stupid. I don't know why I decided the only way people would consume any content by me MUST be in a fully fleshed-out fanfic idea and not just a small post or drabble. I almost want to tag some of the people I've been sending anons to all this time and confessing that they were actually me, but some of the people I don't really talk to anymore (we didn't have a fight or anything, I just realised I was putting way more energy into the friendship than they were), or they don't know who I am and probably think I'm just an overeager weirdo (which I am, tbf) , or it's my friends who DO know it's me. Idk, maybe with some of them I should still be like, "Hey, remember X/Y/Z post? I'm the anon who sent that!" Like, this is YEARS worth of content in some cases. When I find a blog I like I stick to them unless they start posting/reblogging some shit I don't want to see.

So yeah, I guess this post is to say, from now on you can expect to see a lot more fandom-related content from me, but in a smaller scale instead of churning out fanfics every two months or so.

Thoughts? Opinions? I hope you guys reading this are excited about this extremely overdo moment of clarity!

[goshdangronpa]

for the WLW ships thing... Mahiru and Ibuki? My favs

Hi, anon! A late happy International Lesbian Day to mahibuki <3 Okay, here's my vision.

I'm a huge fan of straight/funny duos ... a dynamic that I do NOT think would work for these two. Mahiru looks at Ibuki and sees many things she normally dislikes about boys. She's loud, impulsive, a little pervy with chicks, lacking in any sense of responsibility. It's no wonder that despite getting along easily with people, the rock star has few friends. Meanwhile, Ibuki thinks Mahiru could stand to loosen up a little. They get along well enough as friends, but when arguments flare up, everyone gets uncomfortable.

All that drama seems so petty after the unthinkable happens. Sato's obviously in love with Mahiru. If the redhead doesn't return her feelings, then she's in the kind of friendship that's nearly overflowing with homoerotic tension. So when Sato gets fucking murdered as revenge for killing someone in Mahiru's defense, Mahiru shuts down. How do you keep living after something so horrible happens? How can you care about anything after losing someone you care so much about? How can you get mad at Ibuki for being horny on main or saying something thoughtless?

It's sad for Ibuki, too. She didn't know the Reserve Course kid, but she was with Mahiru when they discovered her body, and she can see how much the girl meant to her friend. So for the first time in her life, she gets serious when Mahiru's around. Cutting down on the silly comments, stopping herself from humming the tunes constantly popping into her head, being less crude about the cuties around them. It's a conscious effort. Tiring, a little stressful, antithetical to her ideal of living fully as herself ... but it's what Mahiru needs, and it may be what she needs.

One day, Mahiru notices this change her friend. She should love it. She'd wanted the girl to calm down a little and act mature, right? She asked for it, and now she's got it: Serious Ibuki.

But everything's already so serious.

It hurts to tell her, with all their past arguments in mind. But she tells her, because Mahiru's aaaaalways gotta tell people when they fall short in her eyes. Although she appreciates Ibuki's efforts, maybe what she needs right now is the silly person she befriended. Someone she can laugh with, feel light and gay around. Someone who makes her feel like a normal teenage girl after suffering through something so abnormal. So if she apologizes for looking down on someone she cared so much about, will Ibuki be Ibuki again?

No one has ever told Ibuki Mioda that they want her to just be herself. Now, no less a scold than Mahiru Koizumi doesn't just want that, but needs that from her. Her heart soars.

The bond deepens, and soon, there's a confession. Ibuki's stunned. After losing Sato, she didn't think Mahiru could like someone that way again. Neither did Mahiru.

.......... and then the rest of DR3 happens and everything goes kablooey. Idk this is just an idea

[youremyheaven]

helloooo hope im not bothering you but do you have any natural remedies for anxiety? i figured you would know because you really do seem to have experience with things like this

methods that preferably don’t involve ingesting anything because sometimes when it’s really bad my gag reflex kicks up with everything i put in my mouth 😓😓 for context ive been properly diagnosed with an anxiety disorder but i remember there was a three week period as a child where i was effectively mute because anxiety and i couldn’t make eye contact or everything and now whenever i get a panic attack i think of that muteness and panic even more because i cannot risk losing my voice again at this big age 😭😭 must be something with the sky and planets or it could be my third house saturn making itself known again

- mother anon (also so proud of you for your new boyfriend!! who would’ve thought? (i did. i knew the very moment you first mentioned him.) but also like how did the confession and entrance into the relationship happen?? from fwbs to lovers is so 🤞🤞 cute but how does a conversation like that even happen and go ANDDD the fact that you previously mentioned your type to me in response to an ask and now this guys seems perfectly like that? okay go manifesting queen i see you 🤭)

selective mutism is something i struggled with as a child so i know how bad it can get and how awful it feels!!!

yoga and meditation is what helps me with anxiety. also camomile tea, peppermint tea, green tea etc helps calm you down. ik a lot of people think its hogwash to drink tea to help with symptoms BUT I PROMISE YOU ITS NOT, these are crushed plant bits and these plants have actual medicinal properties!!! this is NOT placebo!!! its the OG natural remedy!!

throat chakra cleansing mudras and asanas could help u. when i was at the peak of my panic attack-y anxiety episodes, i would lie face down on my yoga mat and just stay there until i felt better (sometimes this would take hours). my therapist at the time told me to submerge my feet in ice cold water because it makes the nerves chill out (literally) and that helped too. running or walking could also help you. chanting really helped me and thats also what my therapist recommended.

JSJDHHDHHFHF u guys being proud of me for getting a man is so funny 🤣🤣like its not an achievement but tbh it does kinda feel like one hehe 🥺bc my pookie is a good man

firsttttt of all, we weren't fwb 😭he had asked me out before and i had said no 😭 (this was a few months ago) and then we started hanging out (one on one) (in July) and one night after i hadn't seen him for like a week (because he had gone to a different city for work) i felt feral for him (i was also ovulating) and although i had no intentions as such for the two of us, I started touching him and coming onto him and he just 😊was clueless until I started kissing him and told him I want him inside me lmaooo. so tbh, we were kindaa??? dating?? (going out and spending time with a person, holding hands, cuddling etc) i think its after i became intimate with him that i realised how much i liked him lmaooo and then i wondered about where this was going etc and i asked him and we were on the same page (we both reallyyyy like each other and want to be together).

idk about other people but he wasnt someone who went from friend to fckbuddy to boyfriend. he was a guy in my social circle who had asked me out and made his intentions with me veryyy clear from the get go. I had friendzoned him 😬and despite never having friendly intentions 😈he was always respectful and never tried to cross the line. (he's a Jupiter influenced man after all hehe<3)

it wasnt an overnight switch,, it was always romantic from his end. i didnt realise how gentlemanly and chivalrous he was until i started hanging out with him (by the time we had become intimate, i had already gone out with him 4 -5 times) and he's just sooo manlyyyy and mature,, its so hot to me. so for me, it took more time to see him that way??? so even tho i said i had sex with a friend, we were technically dating at that point lol,, it wasnt a random "hey meet me, i want to bang u tonight" situation

he does fit my type to a TEE hehe <333 i hope i manifest everything else in life this way<333 like everytime im with him, im just like??? did i write this man into existence?? bc wtf ??? 🧿🪬🧿🪬🧿🪬🧿🪬🧿🪬🧿🪬🧿🪬🧿🪬🧿🪬🧿🪬🧿🪬🧿🪬🧿🪬🧿🪬🧿🪬

[saezurufeels]

Hi! i’m the anon who wrote the ask about fans thinking doumeki is all knowing. I jjst wanted to clarify that I do think they should both be honest about how they feel but doumeki was pretty honest and open pre time skip. I think he would get back to that if he was a bit more sure of yashiro’s feelings. But yashiro has never really been open to doumeki about his feelings and I get why but I think that an important part of his journey is being able to be open and vulnerable about how he is feeling. To me, it would be an unbalanced relationship if one is earnest as doumeki tends to be and one holds everything inside. Also, now that I’m thinking about it, doumeki had to face his worst fears by getting thrown out by yashiro, will yashiro now have to face his worst fears by potentially getting pushed away by doumeki which would in turn make yashiro fight for their relationship similar to how doumeki fought to be by yashiro’s side before. Idk, thats just a theory. Sorry, this got long again but saezuru just makes me think alot.

Hi! No problem, thanks for clarifying.

Doumeki and Yashiro have both changed since four years ago. You mention that Doumeki would go back to being honest if Yashiro were honest, but doesn’t that go both ways? Wouldn’t Yashiro also be more honest if he knew what Doumeki was thinking? Yashiro has also changed considerably, but Doumeki’s cold treatment and disrespectful attitude is confusing and irritating to Yashiro, causing him to lash out and resist. Until the Kido incident Yashiro thought Doumeki just wanted to keep an eye on him so that he doesn’t share info with Inami; he had no way of knowing that he was special to Doumeki. That’s why I think it’s unfair to put the burden of responsibility on Yashiro’s shoulders and expect him to open up, without considering the circumstances.

Despite the situation, it’s clear that Yashiro is doing the best he can given what he has to work with: an unrecognizable Doumeki, who is part of a new yakuza group, seemingly out of spite. He claims his only purpose is to complete the investigation and make sure Yashiro doesn’t sabotage it. He behaves coldly and bitterly. What do you expect Yashiro to do? Doumeki and Yashiro are both holding back. This is why whatever romantic progress is made between them is excruciatingly slow to us. But also keep in mind that only a few days have past in Saezuru time. In those few days, Yashiro has explained why he threw Doumeki away, he pulled Doumeki into his building and chose him as his guard, he confessed that he’d rather have Doumeki over Kamiya in his bed, he got mad over Doumeki’s tattoo, and then he kissed him back passionately. Actions speak for themselves, and Yashiro IS fighting to be by Doumeki’s side. If he weren’t he wouldn’t have done those things with the way Doumeki is keeping his feelings hidden (understandably).

I don’t agree that Yashiro has never been open about his feelings for Doumeki. The shower scene was a love confession. But even before that Yashiro has been honest and open with Doumeki— in one of their earliest conversations Yashiro told him about his childhood abuse, his one and only love, and his inability to be in a normal romantic relationship. These are things Yashiro hasn’t even told Nanahara or Misumi (M figured it out on his own). Yashiro also listened to Doumeki’s story and comforted him about his misplaced guilt and his fear about turning into his father. He told Doumeki many times that he was cute and that he was softer on D than his other subordinates. Yashiro and Doumeki have/had a very open, honest, and balanced relationship in terms of emotional validation. It would be unfair to dismiss all of this and claim that Yashiro holds everything in, while Doumeki is the only honest one in their relationship. I understand you think Yashiro isn’t doing enough, but I think you’re not giving him enough credit for what he has done, for what he is doing, and for everything he’s been through.

The reason we haven’t seen Yashiro confess yet is because the time isn’t right yet. There are things that need to happen before Yashiro can feel safe and comfortable enough to do any kind of confessing. This is Yashiro’s story and he’s taking us through it on his own terms. That’s kind of the point of Saezuru: to empathize with survivors of sexual abuse; to listen to their story. The point is not to police and evaluate their journeys to recovery, sorry to say it so bluntly.

If you want to continue this conversation, please just send me a private message.

[theturtlefamily]

Hi! Idk if this is the right blog to ask but I figured it couldn't hurt.. feel free to ignore this if there's too much info / you don't feel like answering / whatever

So.. I've got this online friend.. we've been best friends for a year and a half, we mentally adopted eachother as siblings over a year ago, and we've also been datitng for the past three months... I love them a shitton and we're literally soulmates. We've both got like, childhood trauma, so sometimes we do act childish or something like that, I guess, but recently they confessed they were an age regressor. As in they've got pacis and they interact with the community and stuff.

I really wanna support them and I've been learning some words like caregiver, little space, etc, but I'm still very confused. They off-handedly mentioned that I could be their caregiver when they first told me and I just kind of said of course cause we're everything to eachother and I didn't know what that was, but I'm starting to suspect that's it's a much bigger deal than they let on and I wanna take that responsibility seriously.

Also the more I look into this the more I think I might mildly age regress too? Which is confusing. I don't know all of the terminology and I'd wanna explore that side of me but idk it's so new and idk if I can be their caregiver if I also regress? It's confusing.

I'm pretty good with kids and I know them really well so I've been managing okay so far, I think, but it's also weird because it's long distance and I'm really scared to fuck up.

I'm also confused about like- so rn we're still teenagers but we've got big plans for when we're adults cuz they're gonna move here and come live with me and we wanna get married and have kids and like.. I guess I'm confused about how them being a little is gonna impact that? Like will they be a good parent or am I gonna end up having days where I take care of everything on my own? What kind of an impact is it gonna have on our kids to see their parent(s?) acting like children sometimes??

Anyways thanks for reading this far feel free to ignore this

Well, I'm glad you have a good bond with them. That's a good thing. And yes, you can be a caregiver and age regressor. That is called being a flip. And flips can be good caregivers as well, don't worry. When it comes to being asked to be a caregiver, that is really important. That means they trust you. So it probably meant the world to them that you said yes.

And secondly, about the kids' part. I can't say I can relate to much to that. As I personally am not a regressor, I can tell you a few things regarding what I know and have seen.

It will be a little bit difficult to regress when you have children. But in some cases, when the child is older, they can learn. Such as to know your regression and accept it. My headmates age regress a lot. And some have children or take care of them. But they are still good at what they are doing.

I can't provide much when it comes to the kids' part, and I'm sorry about that. But what I am saying is that being a regressor isn't bad when it comes to parenthood/taking care of kids in general.

If you want, you can stick around my blog. You can claim an anon and such. I will listen if you need anything. You are doing great.

[wc-confessions]

Hi, I don’t usually come to confessions blogs for like mental health reasons but I’m the author of Follow Your Heart and i was told it was being discussed on here so I wanted to come talk about it myself.

I started writing the comic when I was in highschool, so I was a child myself. (I don’t remember my exact age, just that I remember drawing concept art while hanging out in my school’s library) That’s why the original “drama” thing was there between Mouseclaw and Sootpaw. Spottedleafs Heart came out and it was so bad that it made me re-examine that part of the story. Warriors romantizes relationships with age gaps like Soot and Mouse all the time, hence why I probably didn’t think anything of it back then. (See: Dustfern, Bramblesquirrel)

Yes, there are scenes where it’s implied the characters have had sex. There is absolutely nothing explicit however, and I have some bad news for the original anon about how babies were made if they’re that upset about it, because literally every child born in the series implies the characters had sex lol. Its even implied Daisy and Spiderleg had a one night stand! (He specifically says their kits were an accident!)

I also don’t appreciate the implications of what they were saying as someone who was traumatized by actual zooporn w real animals as a young child. That kind of thing is exactly the reason I don’t post or advertise my comic on twitter or tumblr, I knew I’d get accused of that shit. Idk if the original anon is reading this but please think about what you say before you say it :/

I’m a human being and I’m not perfect. But I like to think I’m doing okay, since multiple CSA survivors have shared their stories in my comments and thanked me for making the comic (im not trying to toot my own horn, im simply stating facts- i dont want to pat my own ass or anything) and I also had a CSA survivor as a beta reader of the comic.

I don’t think Spottedleaf experienced actual sexual abuse if that’s what the other anon was implying, I just think that the story was a VERY bad example of grooming and it was what inspired me to do better.

 I’m doing this specifically because if there is the BAREST fucking chance I can educate a kid and keep them out if this situation, I want to take it. I feel incredibly strongly about this topic and that’s why I wanted to do something about it. I said this in a page description, but I was provided very little education on this in school, in fact I can only concretely remember one video and I have a vague idea that there was one other thing I was shown to educate about CSA- compared to the abstinence-only sex education that was drilled in my head from like, 6th to 9th grade. I’m just a blip in the sea of warcats comics on dA, but I can at least try my best to help where I can.

I have a warning page up that talks about the subject matter which is what I’m sure you saw, but I go a little more in depth in the description of chapter 5’s cover.

I don’t know you and you don’t know me, but I genuinely deeply appreciate you not immediately trying to crucify me when that anon came to your inbox. Like I said, there’s a reason I don’t advertise on tumblr. I really really appreciate you taking a neutral stance until you knew more. Thank you, it means a lot. :) sorry for the very long ask, haha.

thank you for your response and its no problem. in these sorts of situations its always best to pretty much get your own info so i took it very seriously. im very sorry about all that and dont hesitate to lmk if youd rather not be spoken about on here i'd completely understand.

[fictionkinfessions]

re the prompting confession https://www.tumblr.com/fictionkinfessions/743609114380435456

and this first response https://www.tumblr.com/fictionkinfessions/743618318876950528/

These are all from different anons, I'm putting them together in a single post so the conversation isn't scattered over the course of many hours.

Anonymous asked: "personally, as a system? if a "singlet" fictionkin feels so strongly about their kins and shifts that they feel like system terms apply and they're "the same" as systems and pluralkit is helpful to them?

trying to push them out of that shit is more likely than not going to set back a system that's starting to discover themself."

Anonymous asked: "in response to the fictionkin/system thing [i think i'm qualified to speak on this since we're very fictive-heavy]:

i'm gonna be honest, anon, idk where you're seeing this behavior. from what i've seen, it's often fictives that get taken more seriously than fictionkin, both in and out of kin spaces. yeah maybe the pk thing is an issue, but also, not really…? idk i feel like it's not a big deal. most fictionkin i know are very well aware that their experiences differ from systems."

Anonymous asked: "to the DID and fictionkin open question thingy

they are some similar things. like having fictives of the source you kin from and stuff like that (for example im a edd kin from eddsworld ) and i have 3 alters from the same source

but they are different..

for starters. like.. kins its just you. you dont get another person in your head its just you…meanwhile alters you have other people in your brain and sharing a body. its not..super similar to fictionkins in my opinion. yeah you could share a canon to an alter (i have multiple actually.) but its sorta not on the same level. in my opinion. /nm!

only reason why i have my 3 major kins in my pluralkit is because my alters refer to me by them. i have one for edd. for garcello and just for me. but i make sure it says host and i only try to use it when im in a strong kin mod or if the active alters who refer to me as edd or garcello dont get confused.. its more for my alters and for the other people in the servers than for me. i mean if you keep seeing a alter from a fandom keep saying "oh hey "name" and there many other alters who go by that it cannn get confusing.

but that last part was random. my stance on the matter is pretty much.. "i can see how people think that but systems and fictionkins are not exactly the same." I hope this doesnt sound rude or anything ^^' "