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[butchmiles]

Bills? During Pride Month? More likely than you think 🫠

[06/18] My wife is in between assignments with their agency and rarely get more than 10 hours a week at their second job. I’m working two jobs and it still isn’t enough to cover everything

we need:

$199 for water and electric

$419 for phone and internet

$532 for rent

If you can’t help, please boost as far and wide as possible. I know a lot of people have things going on but if 50 people sent $23 we would be set

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Hey! I really loved your Covkwarming with Alastor Story. Would you maybe want to make one where Alastor is busy and reader wants his attention? Maybe he even snaps at her only to later search for her and make it up to her? With lots of fluff and maybe nsfw?

Hope you have a nice day

-🌸🦇

BRODI! You waited a whole month for this and I AM SO SORRY. I love and appreciate you and your request so much thank you very much for being patient, i really really loved this idea but dang april has been a crazy month for me, i hope you’re doing well and enjoy this fic it’s a longer one!

i’m actually really happy with how this turned out

warnings: SMUT 18+, angst, fluff, mean alastor, you guys fight, gaslighting girl boss alastor, established relationship (you were together before he went missing), loyal reader described, codependency kinda, some horror aspects?, descriptions of alastors dead food, alastor admits his emotions and issues in an alastor way, brief descriptions of reader having self sabotaging habits- drinking smoking/potsmoking too, GN reader although clit is used, penetrative sex, slow sex, swearing, alastor doesn’t like pillow talk lol i think that’s it but let me know not proof read

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Alastor was locked up in his radio tower, exhausted as he sifted through various forms of media coverage from his battle. Vox, the little electronic weasel, had his entire affair with Adam recorded and broadcasted around, which was frightful for Alastors image. Not only had he been gone for seven years, but he’s helping with a hotel that endorsed goodness. Needless to say Alastor wasn’t doing okay, his ears were constantly pulled back, smile strained, and he kept blowing the lights up and down. Hell, his static was so violent it even gave him headaches.

Even his shadows at this point began causing chaos, his own anxiousness and frustration bleeding off into them. Alastors isolation caused you to be extremely worried, you weren’t there while he fought Adam, you should’ve been, because since then he’s not been the same. You saw it on TV, the one Vox had broadcasted. Try as he may, Alastor didn’t keep it away long enough for you to not see, there was always someone else putting it back out there.

You didn’t bring it up to him- not that you could; he was too overly consumed in his tower. Incessantly shutting down broadcasts, throwing out power, attacking minor demons for spreading the information. It made you feel so very many unfortunate emotions, never in your many years of being dead have you ever seen him so erratic and emotionally disturbed.

Alastor would play pretend in public but you knew him, as did Husk, the two of you could tell he was tense, strained, constantly ready to snap, his poise was harder to keep. Lucifer presence in the hotel didn’t help at either, constantly trying to get into it with Alastor, which only furthered his isolation. You began to feel extremely lonely, it was rare in hell anyone was a good shoulder to cry on, or ear to hear, but you got used to going to Al after a long day, laying your head on his lap as he caressed your face and hummed you tunes, now you were alone most the time. None of his silly jokes filled the air, no you barging into your shared room and him attempting to hide his messy eating, no soft jazz playing next to you as you slept, no shadows trying to scare you, nothing.

It was incredibly lonely and the time without him showed how emotionally dependent you were on him. You wondered if he felt the same lonesomeness without you around, or if he didn’t even want you around? Maybe he was too wrapped up in his feelings to realize you weren’t around him? Did he have the same need for you as you did him? Did he miss little things about you as you did him.

Throwing your body off the couch and standing pin straight, you cut your thoughts off by marching towards Alastors tower on the far end of the hotel. You hadn’t been up there once since the battle, so this was bound to be interesting, and anxiety inducing. You could already feel the worry prickling your finger tips, making you even more uncomfortable. Knocking at Alastors door was, well, underwhelming, there was no sound, no movement, no indication he was even in there. Even shouting out at him normally would’ve gotten him to at least respond by now, it was rare he left people hanging like that, it wasn’t how he was brought up.

So you decide to cross the boundary you knew he loathed; intrusion. You entered with your breath held tightly making your throat clench, walking in you meekly hummed out his name. “Al? It’s been a long couple of days, I was wondering if you wanted some down time?” Your eyes bounced around the dark room, papers on the floor, radio frequency buzzing harshly in your ears, the low buzz of what sounded like hospital lights, it was all very creepy

Wringing your hands you came up toward his large table connected with cables and speakers, on the table was cups of coffee empty and half drank, corpses and bones of unfinished mutilated deer, and the smell of blood was something that suddenly hit you nearly knocking you back. As you covered your nose with your wrist, you back up and bumped into something, turning around with incredible speed. Alastor was there, taller than usual with his bones looking sharp and broken in his skin, his smile was stretched gruesomely making you nearly grimace, his eyes as well, wildly glaring down at you black and soulless. “Uh, I missed you.” You squeaked curling into yourself just at the sight of him.

Alastor hasn’t ever looked like this in front of you ever, it was such an abnormal and alarming look for you to set your eyes on. Alastor let out a jagged breath, his antlers growing in size with a nasty crunching sound to accompany it. “You disturbed my work, and snuck in, all because you missed me?” Alastor bent down to grab your attention, your eyes flickering to meet his own. You nodded at him, and he only hummed in return, standing tall and walking around his desk to sit at his chair. You turned on your heel to follow his movements, biting your lip with worry. Sure you were anxious before as you typically got with anybody, you weren’t confrontational and you weren’t one to cross the boundary, although you never expected him to look so angry with you.

“Perhaps, if that’s the case, you should find yourself another demon; I cannot be surrounded by the meek and emotionally stunted. My work, my image, will always come first my dear. Now, get out.” Alastor enunciated every word with his hands rested under his chin, and his head cocked to the side. Your stomach dropped and your cheeks watered like you were about to be sick, immediately your eyes widened, noises falling out of your mouth as you attempted to grasp at the words you were trying to say. “S-You’re breaking up with me?” Your voice was a wreck, struggling to expel the words past the sob that wanted to rip out of you, the disbelief evident in your tone. Alastor stood from his seat and leaned toward your face over the table, your lip quivered as he did so, trying your hardest not to cry.

“Heavens no! I’m simply saying if you can’t handle being a secondary priority perhaps you should take some time alone, remember what it is to be your own person! I will not bend my rules for some silly relationship.” His tone dripped with condescension and he finished his sentence with a boop on your nose. The only thing your mind could conjure was ‘how dare he?’ you never felt so insulted by him before. You always put him first, you waited seven years for his return defending his role in hell, and he sees you as secondary to himself. Does that mean he would save himself before you? Was this relationship only about his own desires, his own cravings and you weren’t important? You must be too sensitive about this?

“So you won’t spare me a moment because some stupid TV proved you aren’t invincible? Grow up Alastor please,” You could help the rage that slipped out in between your words, fists clenching, eyes narrowing. Alastor hissed statically at you. “Don’t for a second get it twisted up in your pretty little head that you are special, you are just like every other disposable sinner, i suggest you monitor your tone with me, dear.” Alastor crackled, his voice more electric than you’ve ever heard before. Your frown was deep, the tears silently falling down your cheeks. You didn’t even know what to say, instead you just shrugged with your head low, and turned around silently leaving him behind.

The moment you existed his tower you ran, your brain screamed to get away before somebody could question what was wrong or what happened. You couldn’t stomach the idea of being seen like this, and you didn’t want Alastor to come out and catch you, so you took off. You exited out the back without a trace, wandering into the streets of the pentagram. Eventually you found yourself back at your old apartment, which you still paid for as you really don’t plan to continue living at the hotel. When you got there you were finally able to let everything settle in you, it felt like the sadness slipped into your bones and weighed you down further into your sofa.

You didn’t move for hours, and eventually you ended up falling asleep. You left without a word, without your phone and without any of your stuff. Of course Alastor was very aware he made the choice to say the things he did, but he didn’t mean them, and after a short bit of reflection he could understand it was just an emotional response to the fear of being vulnerable. As well as the anxious thought dancing in his mind about the what ifs, what if he were to die, what if his plan fails and the deal goes wayward and you’re left with the pieces of his mess? What if Vox targets you, what if others do, do the citizens of hell see him as some weak mush because he’s dating you?

It’s all what led him to exploding; insecurity. Even the thought of having such a low tier emotion made his blood boil, but as long as nobody knew about it, he would find a way to quell it. Alastor waited, not wanting to impose while you were still going through thee emotions. However things started getting worrisome by the next day, nearly thirty hours into being gone and the patrons had begun to question him. Obviously Alastor didn’t know, and instead opted to sway the topic away from you and instead to something else.

The week came and gone like a blur, Alastor hadn’t seen you since you came into his tower and the rest of the hotel had set out to look for you with no luck. Alastor kept to his tower, telling himself if you wanted to be away that was your choice; he wasn’t chasing you like some lost puppy. Though he did find himself briefly wondering if you were still alive, after all Vox was out there watching through cameras on every corner and Adam’s corpse went missing and wasn’t accounted for, there was many threats to your safety he hadn’t thought of before.

With a sigh of static frustration, Alastor flicked his hand giving the okay to his right hand shadow to go find you, he couldn’t stand his thoughts anymore. And so it did, within seconds the shadow zipped and zoomed knowing exactly where you were, not that you were trying to hide. It slinked up against the paint peeling wall of your apartment, watching you on the couch, news softly sounding out as you read a book. Your home was a wreck, looking as though you’ve had fits upon fits of rage and lacked to clean after. Dishes piled, laundry scattered all across the linoleum floors. Alcohol, pot and cigarettes were a hefty scent in the room, it didn’t accompany the damp mold smell well at all. Oh what a thing you’d become without Alastor! The shadow watched like a fly on the wall for varying moments, studying you and your state before vaporising into the floor and taking off back to its master.

Honestly, you weren’t expecting Alastor to come knocking at your apartment door, so when you swung it open expecting your usual delivery guy, you were shocked and you didn’t bother fixing your depressed appearance. “Goodness gracious my little dame it looks like you’ve been dragged through mud!” Alastor laughed boisterously using his microphone to push you aside and barge in. You stood aside speechless, watching as he stepped inside with his hands rested just above his tail, surveying the room around him. His neck cracked disgustingly, his body forward while his head faced you, his grin tamed. “What happened here?” The words were simple but his tone was confusing, you couldn’t tell if he was angry, suspicious, or worried. You sneered at him, lip twitching upward as you slammed the door and wordlessly returned to your spot on the couch.

“I didn’t expect you to search, work come first yknow.” Oh yes, you planned to milk the words he said against you to berate him and his attempts to make up, you were in hell for a reason after all. Alastor huffed- like a buck would, something uncharacteristic for him to do outside of being alone with you, which sickeningly made your heart flutter, he still trusted you in a way, did that mean you were still his? You always told him he was more deer then he’d like to admit and those huffs were one of those deer attributes. “Hm yes, but you’ve been quite the work, I hope you know.” You clenched your teeth, trying not to snap instantly, but you did send him a glare.

You muttered about how that didn’t make things any better when he snapped his fingers, all things garbage vanishing in a pinch, mold included. “Ah, much better! My mother always said the state of the house is the state of the mind!” A round of applause sounds from his microphone as he laughed, rounding the couch with a slow stride. “Tell me, would you like to talk?” It felt more condescending then genuine, the way he was bent forward with lidded eyes and an eased smile, like you were some child having a tantrum. “No, Al, you made what you said pretty fuckin clear, i don’t wanna be with you if I am some chore or job, or secondary whatever!- i wanna be your partner and you want me to be a pet? Yeah, no thanks.” You punctuated your sentence with a dramatic scoff, flopping back into the cushions with your arms folded protectively across your chest.

“Ahhh my little doudou,” Alastor chided, sitting himself flush to you, arm around the back of the couch to trap you near him. “I want you to listen to me, and listen to me closely because i will never admit this again!” Alastor exclaimed this with what sounded to be false confidence and a slight hint of exasperation. He pinched your chin in between his claws forcing you to look at him, and of course you did, what else were you to do? “I have become a fool, all across the pentagram, I’m held by ball and chain— the devil my dear! The devil is- some frazzled little nitwit with all the power and no ambition!” Alastors fist clenched at the mention of Lucifer, abandoning your chin to do so. “I was feared my dear, nobody dared to test my authority, and now i’m an assumed bellboy for the princess and her gaggle of misfits. You,” Alastor paused leaning in so close your noses touched.

“My dear, were the only one i actually wouldn’t mind being weakened for.” You couldn’t stop the comical ‘huh’ that gargled straight from your throat. “What does that even mean Alastor.” You whine throwing your head back bumping his arm as you did so, an unknowing invitation to slide it down, hand caressing your shoulder softly. “It means dear, I didn’t mean what i said, because i’ve already done those exact things in the past! I’ve missed countless radio shows from you, refrained from eating deer around you- for your sake. I’ve held you to me on every block knowing Vox could see us perfectly! You were my chosen weakness, darling, but with all these other useless sinners belittling my role in hell, i took it out on you,”

Pausing Alastors static faded in and out, you watched his eyes closely, but the real give away was the way his ear subtly tilted to the side looking like a sad puppy. “I felt what i said, I felt weak and I knew you needed me and didn’t want to feel this weakness anymore, so logically-” You scoffed with a small smirk, mockingly muttering ‘logically’ back at him. “-I had to try to appear as though I am what I originally intended to be.” He finished giving you a pointed look. Shifting your body to face him more, you analysed his body language and face. Typically- no matter how long you’ve been together- he was amazing at hiding his emotions, always seeming to be happy. It seemed like he let his guard down however, his eyebrows were furrowed and pointed upward, his smile tight, shoulders rigid and his breathing shallow. Anticipation was evident by the way his hoof tapped against the floor with beat.

You finally let you emotion reignite, the tears slipped down your face like rivers as you gently shook your head. “What did you intend to be?” You asked softly, an unattractive spit bubble forming as you opened your mouth. “A ruler of sorts, i suppose. Emotionless, cruel, untouchable. I tried to reaffirm to myself by being cruel to you my dear, that i was still a demon, not the altruist teddy bear they all dubbed me as.” Alastors form had finally slumped, sinking into the cushions alongside you, his head falling back gazing up at the ceiling. You caved just slightly at his admission, and rested your head on his chest near his armpit, your body sinking into his. Suddenly he perked up, looking down at you, you reflexively shooting your gaze up to him.

“Yknow they made a mockery of my speech as well my dear! Preposterous, darling, many sinners posted about me being ‘cringe’, my speech was ‘corny’, my dearest can you believe that?” You almost took offence to the fact he sounded more distraught over being made fun of rather than hurting you, but you reminded yourself that Alastor was trying to open up, and you weren’t gonna ruin that. “Is that why you were killing randos instead of overlords?” You asked feeling more relaxed than you had before, obviously there was many words in between you two unsaid, but you wanted to bask in the small talk you craved for so long from him just a little longer.

“Precisely. I’m proud you noticed.” You hummed with a small smile, your head resting back on his chest. “Why did it take so long for you to come?” Despite not even thinking he would, you now had the knowledge he didn’t actually hate you, and if he didn’t why’d he drag it out? “Pride,” What would’ve been a hoarse voice to any other demon, was a staticy robotic sound that crackled out of his chest. “This is way out of my comfort my dear, i didn’t and still don’t know what to say or do, and i don’t like being out of control.” You whimpered at that, curling up into him, your legs slinging over his thighs so you could cuddle up next to him. Immediately his arms engulfed you, pulling you into him with a happy hum, his neck craning to kiss your head softly.

“i missed you, you really hurt me, bad. Don’t do it again.” You state firmly though it was muffled by the fabric of his coat, the one you had your face nuzzled into. Alastor hummed out softly petting you on your head, just like he would before. “Never again doudou~, you have my word, and i promise to make it up to you.” Tiling your head upward you yanked at his colar, and he immediately ducked down meeting your lips at will. The kiss was soft and Alastor could feel the dampness from your tears on your chin against him. After a moment you both pulled away, although not far from eachother your lips were practically still touching.

“Why don’t I give you some attention my sweet doe.” Alastor cooed against your lips, you could hear the mischief in his tone as his hand pawed your hips. You blinked slowly at him, an instant twist of desire appearing low in your gut. “How?” Alastors grin widened for the first time since appearing at your door, and you feared you’d truly be in for it tonight. “Oh my, have i neglected your needs so long you need to inquire how?” Alastor question was rhetorical only furthered by the way he kissed his teeth with his index finger coming up to shake side to side. “That simply will not do!” Standing suddenly, with you in his arms, made you gasp and clutch onto him instinctively. You smacked his chest playfully, muttering to him about being too heavy, he however ignored you, walking toward your old room with his head held high.

The room in question was a mess, and a thick layer of dust coated every object that wasn’t being continually used, like the nightstand, and the lamp. Alastor didn’t care much though, he never did care whether you were messy or super clean he’d always snap his fingers to assist you, and that’s exactly what he did. Slowly around the room things cleared up, his shadows slunk into the room with strange looking candles setting a romantic tone for the room. The bed was remade neatly when he set you on it gently, watching your doe eyes stare up at him with a familiar intensity that always made him fidgety. You let him flop you down without complaint, after all it wasn’t always that Alastor seemed so interested in getting down and dirty.

Standing above you, Alastor grinned down at you with lidded eyes, letting his long fingers dance down his chest to undo his buttons. He wasn’t really a fan of trying to appear sexually appealing to those around him, he’d never admit how out of the ordinary, and awkward it felt, but he knew you. You were his. You were loyal. You waited seven years just for him, never spilling a single secret. Secretly, he was way more comfortable with trying to appear “sexy” for you, because he knew no matter what, you wouldn’t look at him any differently. Alastor shrugged off his jacket, his button down shirt open exposing his chest to you. “Y'know dear,” A bit of southern drawl slipped out, as the mask he wore slipped away with his jacket. “You give me a very special outlet i do not think i’d have with any other sinner, you’re too kind to me.” Pulling off his shirt, he folded it and set it aside, kicking off his slacks right after, leaving himself in his boxers and long socks.

You watched him undress with wide eyes, you wanted nothing more then being pressed against the warmth of him, absorbing his touch. You however stayed still, letting Alastor relax into the mood as he rid himself of clothes. Alastor sat on the edge of the bed, right beside your hips, his hand traced lightly up and down your torso, occasionally dipping down to your thighs. You felt tense at the touch, both anticipation and insecurity making you feel stiff. Suddenly his claw hooked around the band of both your undergarments and pants, his eyes flickering up to inspect you when he did so. “May I?” His voice was soft, the usual uncertainty present as he felt out of his realm. “Yes, please.” You sigh, your tone nearly whiny. “I missed you so much Alastor,” You admit hushed as his claws brushed down your thighs with your clothes. Once off, Alastor leaned down, giving soft pecks to your thighs, eyes staring up to you through his red lashes. “Yes dear, my life been painstaking without you.” He whispered against your flesh, sharp teeth dragging up past your hips, nose bumping the cloth of your shirt. Sitting up slightly, you were preparing to slid your shirt over your head when Alastors body slid between your legs, claws coming up to pinch and lift the fabric exposing your chest.

With him now face to face with you, leaned over your body, you caved. Your hands slid around his neck guiding him toward you slowly, your lips met instantly like two magnets being held just inches apart. It was a sweet kiss for the most part, your lips meshed against his as you let him control the pace, it was nice with Alastor you always had enough time for the heat to simmer and grow, making foreplay unnecessary most times because he naturally took his time. You raked your fingers through his hair, nails scratching up his scalp causing ripples of goosebumps down his arms. Alastor slipped his tongue delicately licked at your lip, brushing as soft as ever. You were a bit shocked at this, typically he wasn’t into french kissing, lamenting that the whole tongue thing was messy and disgusting feeling. However you didn’t fight him, only allowed him access, which he immediately took with ease slipping his tongue against your own.

His body collided into yours, nose bumping your cheek as he angled his head. Your hands slipped down his back, smiling against his lips at the feeling of his tail wagging back and forth making small gusts of wind against your fingertips. Alastor nipped at your lips in retaliation, hands roaming your body as he pushed his hips up to softly grind his hard on into you. You hummed at the feeling of him against you, angling your hips back and up pressing your wetness against his briefs. Your body was buzzing while Alastor slowly grinded himself down on you, his clothed head travelling between your folds and back up to poke at your clit. The kiss had broken as he continued on, your breathing shaky as you enjoyed the slow motion of him above you, his teeth scraping down the length of your neck.

Alastor couldn’t help the groan that bubbled out of him. Not only could he smell your arousal but he could smell just you. He pressed his face to the nape of your neck, kissing and inhaling, loving the smell you had naturally on your skin. He also got quite the kick out of hearing the blood rush through your veins, it made him feel feral knowing you would bare yourself to him so willingly, he had you around his finger. Alastor let his lips glide down your body, leaving bite marks down your chest and neck as he did so, hips still moving slowly against you. You had soaked his briefs making the fabric feel absent, clinging to every ridge and vein of his cock slide through your folds. “Please Al, I need you.” You whined pathetically, pressing your hips up into his. Alastors choppy breath warmed your collar bone, his forehead rested on your shoulder, eyes closed as he slipped his hand down, yanking himself out of his boxers.

Sometimes he felt like an untrained dog, he couldn’t help but want to hump into you without restraint, but that wasn’t him, that was desire, and he knew how to hold back. As he sunk into you, slowly, he breathed out the quietest of noises against you shoulder, basking in you. You could hear his quiet noises clearly since he was so close, you bite your lip at the sound of him, loving how he always let you see him so wrecked. When Alastors hips were flush with your own, your legs came up around his hips, his tail stiff, while your arms wrapped around his neck, your right hand dragging up his scalp to his ears. “I like hearing you, Alastor,” You gasped as he jolted into you, like an involuntary reaction to your praise. “It makes me feel you.” You finished breathlessly. Alastor hummed against you, setting his pace slow and deep, barely pulling away before he pushed hard back inside you.

Your eyes were wide as he continued this rhythm, to you it was incredibly overwhelming, he never left you vacant always hungry to fill you right back up with him. His pants against you were also adding to your arousal, his eyelashes fluttered against your skin ever now and again as he attempted to contain himself. You knew he was sort of embarrassed with himself feeling pleasure, so you never egged him on when he did start making noise, but lord you wanted more. You tugged Alastors hair softly, pulling him up for a sloppy opened mouth kiss. He barely opened his eyes as he mushed his lips against yours, snaking his tongue against your own, bucking up faster into you at the warmth of your mouth. “I missed you, i love you,” You cried against his lips pathetically, your body’s both rocking on the bed as Alastor hurried his pace.

Alastor let out a low guttural noise, something from the back of his throat making your toes curl, pulling at his hips with your legs. “I couldn’t- stand you being away, dear.” Alastors face was inches from your own, forehead rested on yours, lips brushing against each other as he spoke. “Never again will i be such a fool, you’re mine forever.” Alastor growled through his clenched teeth, claws ripping into the mattress as he spoke. Your mouth hung open, eyebrows raised as you tried to from some sort of praise, but now his eyes were open looking down at you with such intensity and emotion, and his pace fast hard putting your body straight into the mattress. You didn’t even feel your orgasm coming on when it did, your body arching up into his, crying out his name alongside pleas.

The display of you in front of him was so pornographic, something he wasn’t fond of seeing but now understood why people were. You were gorgeous right now, your face red, your eyes watering, your body folded up towards his, all the scars, folds marks on your body, all for his eyes only. Groaning loudly, he fell back into his favourite place, your neck, and let out a deep breathless static moan as he came. You clutched him the entire time through watery blurred eyes, enjoying the feeling of him inside you post orgasm. Pulling away, Alastor was quick to pull out and away, snapping his fingers he began to clean you with a cloth. “Disgusting of me,” He muttered, seemingly angrily. “No, it was good Al, you’re allowed to. You’re not disgusting and neither was the sex, believe me.” You coo, sitting up from your position, a dopey look on your face. In a snap, Alastor was redressed as were you, in leisure clothing. “We’re going back to the hotel to sleep my little doe.” Alastor spoke softly, lending his hand to you, humming you took his hand letting him take you through his magic, back to the hotel. You knew Alastor didn’t like to lay sticky in the remnants of sex like many others, and probably would push you to shower before getting in his bed. But that way okay, you loved him regardless, and you really missed having his attention.

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sending your crush a survey form hcs part 2 second years x reader (separate) -> riddle, ruggie, azul

author's note: jade, floyd, kalim, jamil, and silver will be posted separately because of the tumblr image limit, i can't fit them all into one post (also i'm having trouble with massive lag for this post as is huhu)

general tags: gn reader, fluff + attempt at humor, sfw, not beta read, mix of text and images (for images, alt text/image description available)

part 1 w/ first years

character: RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS premise/trope: sending Riddle an "academic survey" to answer

HOW HE REACTS WHEN YOU SEND THE FORM LINK

You've done too good a job at making the link look legit, at hiding your intentions. Using a link shortener like twst.ly so that no preview would show up, talking about how you needed respondents, all that jazz.

Riddle would help any student in need (academically) if he was capable of doing so, he was just that kind of person, but because he liked you he was very willing to go above and beyond.

He was going to help anyway, but telling him things like "I really appreciate you doing this for me," seals the deal for him.

You had a survey that needed answering and you wanted him to answer it because you needed respondents? Well, what if he sends the link to other people as well?

He asks you about how much respondents you still need, though you don't respondent yet. He decides to delay sending it to the rest of Heartslabyul for now, only sending it to Cater and Trey.

Thank the Sevens for that.

Trey and Cater are immediately poking fun at him, telling him to actually open the survey first because they knew that he wouldn't want to send it to anyone if he saw the contents.

"Aren't you lucky you sent this to us and not the rest of Heartslabyul?"

"How embarrassed would you have been if you sent this to the Dorm Leaders gc?"

"Or worse... to Ace and Deuce."

He's rather angry, not necessarily at you (though he is a little bit annoyed, could you not have done something else less... troublesome?) but mostly at himself for not checking first. He should be more vigilant next time.

RIDDLE: Cater said this was a trend, but... I still don't understand why you would make something like this.

You haven't responded yet, so Riddle decides to answer the form all the way through.

In his head he wonders, whatever happened to regular courtship? Like he's not flustered by the whole situation.

Riddle's answers carry that tone where it feels like he's seriously questioning your intentions/decisions, but also like he's trying to answer genuinely. It's almost like he's trying to let you have your cake and eat it too (that is to say, letting you have your fun) despite not being quite sure of how to go about it.

The point is, the fact that he actually answers it is a miracle in itself, and you don't shy from letting him know you appreciate it.

HOW HE ANSWERS THE QUESTIONS

AFTER HE ANSWERS THE FORM

Actively seeks you out in person to confront you about the form. He has a feeling you were being serious about it despite the formatting, so he pretty much confirms that you do like him.

Also asks you why you would want to go about it this way, and most answers don't exactly satisfy him, but at the end of the day he's happy about the results.

You like him, he likes you, and that's what's important, really.

(Though he has no real intentions of telling his mother that he's getting into a relationship, he wonders how she would react if she found out not only did he not ask his s/o out first, but that you did it in such a bizarre manner)

"I don't think I would even give this the time of day if someone else sent it," Riddle tells you honestly, "but because it's you... even something this weird is endearing."

character: RUGGIE BUCCHI premise/trope: sending Ruggie the classic crush form, except you send it when he's busy with work and now he can't concentrate because he's too busy blushing and giggling and kicking his legs at the thought of you 👍👍

HOW HE REACTS WHEN YOU SEND THE FORM LINK

He hadn't planned on viewing any of your messages at first (or anyone's messages, really). He planned on viewing them once he finished up for the day.

But Leona was getting annoyed with the constant beeping, and honestly he was too (like, couldn't they just send it all in one message, whatever it was they wanted to say?) so he moved to view the messages quickly, maybe answer if he felt like it, then mute his phone for an hour.

Except he saw that the messages were from you, and he caught a peep of the link preview... and then he just lost it.

"It" being all sense of focus and comprehension and he knows it's bad because Leona's staring at him weirdly.

"Why are you blushing and giggling like a school girl what the hell..."

Leona just doesn't get it, Ruggie justifies. When the actual love of your life confirms their feelings for you it's enough to make anyone collapse to the floor and weep, and if anything Ruggie is holding up pretty well by, well, still being able to fold a shirt properly in spite of it all.

And then he almost messes up the laundry by mixing the colors with the whites, so maybe he is too distracted after all.

RUGGIE: ya rly hda to go send it now of all times, dontcha?? do ya want me to embarras myself in fornt of leona or smth???? wth have mercy on me

He makes a bunch of typos but he can't be bothered to correct them.

He can't really focus for the rest of the day, and when he's free from his assigned tasks he heads straight for his phone. He should be studying, but he doesn't think he can focus on that at this point without reading the form and just... seeing if you're for real, for real.

Ruggie answers like he's trying to be slick but he also can't help but slip in just how much he likes you and the types of reactions you get out of him.

HOW HE ANSWERS THE QUESTIONS

AFTER HE ANSWERS THE FORM

He needs to call you (honestly would prefer to meet up in person, but it's pretty damn late and he wants you to get your rest and... yeah, the in person talk can wait for a little bit)

Honestly you've just... lightened up his mood, like a lot. Like he just knows he's going to be full of energy and motivation tomorrow, and maybe the days after because of how much happiness you've given him.

You can tease him all you want for his answers and the spelling/grammar mistakes (in his defense, his hands were shaking the whole time!) but he can't even get himself to be too upset by it. You're laughing and giggling and that's all enough for Ruggie's good mood to skyrocket.

After that dies down, though, the two of you end up planning for your upcoming date.

"Don't think I'm not gonna getcha back for this, shishishi..."

character: AZUL ASHENGROTTO premise/trope: sending an s/o application form to Azul, who's been crushing on you for a while now

HOW HE REACTS WHEN YOU SEND THE FORM LINK

Makes sure to check the link properly first since bait links are popular these days (he learned his internet safety from Idia). Messages you in a different platform to ask if you've been hacked.

When you tell him you were the one who sent the link, it still doesn't quite sink in that you're being genuine. Before a crush you are a friend and he does trust you, but a part of him wonders if this is some prank or if someone forced you to send him something like that. You must know how badly he likes you, don't you? Please don't make fun of his feelings like this.

He calls you to really make sure, and with some reassurance from you he finally understands that this isn't something mean, that it was a trend you wanted to hop on, and that you won't judge him for his answers

You tell him that he doesn't have to answer if it makes him uncomfortable, that you just thought it seemed fun, but he tells you he does want to answer it.

"If... if you really consider me as someone who could become your partner... When opportunity knocks on my door, who am I to not answer its call?"

He tries to sound more confident, but inevitably hangs up because he doesn't think he can answer properly with you on the phone. He might end up typing a bunch of nonsense!

Azul struggles with having a fun answer and answering completely seriously, almost like it's a job interview or something. Doesn't realize until the last few questions that there are no other candidates to compete with. Maybe he should have skimmed all the questions first before answering.

The good thing, though, is that you do learn about how Azul sees romance, so even if the whole form was meant as something silly at first you do learn more about him.

HOW HE ANSWERS THE QUESTIONS

AFTER HE ANSWERS THE FORM

The last two questions gave Azul some confidence when it came to pursuing you. There's just something reassuring about actually knowing that his feelings weren't unrequited as opposed to having to make assumptions or having to make the effort to get you to fall for him.

You've already made most of the first moves, from confessing your feelings (albeit not quite in person, maybe he could try doing that...), to being the one to ask him on a date... There must be something he can do. He wants to play on equal ground, make the first move as well.

That's when the idea strikes him. It's not very innovative, but there's no need to fix what's not broken, is there?

Azul sits in front of his laptop for approximately an hour, and when he's satisfied he converts the file into a PDF. It's not a very serious document, even if it's formatted as such, and that's how you know that he's finally eased up.

"Since I've passed the application period, the next step is to sign a partnership contract, is it not?"

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[ 1 ] twst.ly is basically bit.ly, the link shortener

[ 2 ] compared to part 1 (the first years) where it was set post-NRC, this time i set it during NRC. the remaining second years will also be set during NRC, though the third years is mixed 👍

[ 3 ] the text versions of the images are in the alt text/image description but do let me know if you would prefer it to be in the post itself!

[ 4 ] i'm thinking about whether i should continue making the forms manually instead of just using the actual google forms app, it's such a hassle my laptop keeps overheating these days huhu

[sockiestupidity]

Papusa Making-Miguel O'hara x platonic teen reader

Description; Reader is the complete opposite of Miguel and does not easily trust, reader gets caught stress making papusas at ungodly hours by Miguel💀Alternatively:Miguel unexpectedly befriends the newest addition to spider society over food

no spanish bc im a no sabo kid🙈(sorry if he seems too white for y'all)

warnings- lowercase intentional, bad writing/bad grammar, fluff, angst??, implied abuse/neglect, ooc miguel(acts a lot like peter b.???), not proofread, idk what else, let me know if i forgot anything🤷‍♂️ the reader is gn!!! reader is also implied to be nonverbal bc i said so🥰

also the povs slightly change at some points (just ignore it🙏)

first time writing a fanfic pls be nice :))

it was dawning 4:00 am and y/n still had yet to fall asleep, their mind preoccupied with anxiety and paranoia, they took a deep heavy breath, and tried not to close their exhausted eyes. they squeezed their eyelids shut, feeling a headache approaching, and as soon as they did, images of their past events played. they quickly shook their head, trying to get those images out of their mind. as grateful as they were for having a place to stay at hq, they could not help but think about the comforts of their own home. despite the imposing threats of their home, there was almost something cathartic about sleeping on an old bed that was on the verge of falling apart. the young spider's new housing situation felt too safe, too quiet…to… comfortable. as a new spider, they did not know for how long these types of comforts would ve provided without a cost. they almost never slept, as they felt as if they did, these comforts would suddenly gone, as if it was all a sick joke, or a dream

suddenly y/n felt something wet drip down their cheek. "am i crying?" they thought to theirself.

they took another deep breath in, trying not to hyperventilate. in times like these, y/n would usually either bake or cook (only when their parents were not present) or they would just straight up bottle their emotions. y/n sighed as they weighed their options. despite their brains constant paranoia as to what might happen if they get caught baking, they decided to go against their paranoia for once.

as y/n quietly treaded towards the communal kitchen, making sure not to wake anyone up (AN: i imagine that hq house is just a rlly big ahh house so that why theres a communal kitchen). as they looked through the contents available, they remembered that a previous spider had make masa recently, and had leftover masa that desperately needed to be used. y/n also recalled how another spider had previously made pickled vegetables and cabbage and ended up not needing it. this gave the young spider an idea. they swiftly grabbed out the needed ingredients for papusa filling. which included beans, cheese, and loroco. y/n decided to make vegetarian papusas just incase other spiders were interested in eating them. since they basically acknowledged no one in spider society, y/n decided that this could at least be seen as a token appreciation for being taken into the society.

they happily began mixing, almost forgetting the previous events that were plaguing their mind, until a large, menacing figure was seen in their field of vision. y/n suddenly stopped mixing, their hands now trembling with fear, panic clouded their mind, and their eyes began to blur, as they began hyperventilating the figure got closer. in response, y/n decided to continue moving back until they were trapped in a corner of the room.

the figure suddenly came to a halt, y/n looked up to the figure, not being able to recognize the harsh features of the figure.

the figure held a hand up, as soon as the figure did, y/n flinched. the figure suddenly donned what looked like a frown. suddenly, the figure began to speak, "hey, its going to be alright kid, i need you to breathe with me okay?" y/n nodded, still trembling with fear.

the figure began to count with their fingers, "just follow my lead, alright? in for four seconds, hold for seven, and out for eight, alright?" the young spiderlings breathing soon began to calm down after the figure repeated the exercise. soon their vision began to clear, and as soon as it did, they realized that the figure was the stoic man who led the spider society.

he suddenly spoke again, "everything alright?" y/n nodded.

"what are you doing up so late?" he asked the young spider. y/n noted how it looked like he was attempting to soften his features for them.

y/n just simply gestured to the bowl of mix, as well as the pickled vegetables and bag of masa. miguel nodded.

"i have never made papusas before but i have made tamales, could i possibly help you out?" he questioned.

y/n pondered. could they really trust this man? miguel's stature was huge, and could easily take advantage of them. y/n looked down, trying to blink away tears.

miguel attempted a look of sympathy towards the newest spider. he had felt so bad for not monitoring your earth earlier than he decided to. he had seen what had happened after it was far too late. it frustrated him, those events weren't even canon, he could've done something if he had known, there was no need for you to go through that much pain. going through his loss of his daughter made him sympathize with you, not only did you remind him of gabriella, you also reminded him of himself. he felt obligated to take care of you because of your naivete not only that, but he also didn't want to see you go down the same path of destruction he went down.

he took a deep breath in and out, "i understand why you don't trust me, and i respect that alright? but i just want to make it clear that i would never do those things to you. i want you to be able to trust me" he explained to you.

y/n looked back up. he seemed to be trustworthy op enough. after all, he was a grieving father, and seemed as if he had really cared for his daughter.

y/n gestured towards miguel, then to the abandoned products, and then to themself.

"you want me to help you?" he asked, wanting to clarify that he interpreted your gestures right. you nodded in response. he responded with a rare smile.

the two of you got to work, mixing the filling and placing it into the masa. after all the papusas were finally finished with shaping, he finally spoke up.

"maybe next time i can show you how to make tamales, we can even incorporate the banana leaves as well" he suggested.

you pondered his suggestion and nodded with a smile. even though you often did not trust adults, miguel seemed like someone you could trust, and you found it admirable that he was willing to incorporate your culture.

"alright kid, lets cook these" the two of you began to cook the papusas. when the two of you were finally done with cooking the papusas, and cleaning the area, most of spiders in the hq housing were awake, as it was around 6:00 am (AN: realistically papusa making doesn't always take that long but just ignore it for the sake of the story🙏). some of the spiders heading towards the kitchen commented on how good the kitchen smelled.

one of the spiderpeople looked towards you, "did you do this?" they asked. you gestured towards yourself and miguel, miguel simply looked away, "the big bad boss helped you out?" they questioned in shock. the spiderpeople could not believe it. the cold, harsh man had helped you, the timid new kid make food? but it seems that the surprised chatter was soon silenced as people started to eat your papusas.

needless to say that they encouraged you and miguel to cook more often.

AN: if u got this far tysm for reading, i rlly do appreciate it-feel free to leave feed back, or interact in any way🥰 i was inspired to write this bc despite the amount of miguel x hispanic reader works there were, i felt like most of them were targeted towards mexican ppl (or like some of yall forget that other latin countries besides mexico exist) and i wanted to see some rep for salvadorans

[robboyblunder]

Wanted to draw anatomy practice along with putting together a bunch of my thoughts on these two's body types/head canons. I think they turned out pretty nice :)

I'm putting a list of other thoughts/ideas about them under the cut! image ID in ALT text.

NOTE: I'm a trans gay disabled man; also I don't think kotetsu would be unaware of LGBT identities, he just doesn't know the exact details and gets confused sometimes. (also he's bisexual, just doesn't know the word for it for a while).

(please don't repost or use these, and leave my description; thanks! reblogs appreciated!)

barnaby is trans and went on HRT from an early age thanks to maverick wanting him to be focused on hero work and not worrying about dysphoria; maverick sucks for other reasons but I feel he would at least be supportive in that sense.

barnaby chose to get his top and reproductive surgeries in his teen years.

after his knee was injured, barnaby has been needing to get surgeries now and again to try and correct it; he also wears a brace often as he can usually under his clothes, and uses a cane on off days where it's especially bad.

kotetsu has learned massage therapy techniques to help barnaby with his bad knee that also benefit himself and others too.

kotetsu learns a lot about LGBT from barnaby and nathan, then finds he's bisexual. He's always been supportive just confused like most things he doesn't really look into (like his daughter's interests). Antonio thinks it's hilarious.

kotetsu didn't know barnaby was trans for a while simply because he never asked and barnaby thought it was obvious from their shared locker room. they both ultimately found this very amusing.

barnaby likely waxes himself in canon, but he also just has thinner blonde body hair that not even going on T could help. Sometimes he's envious of kotetsu's beard, who is ecstatic someone likes his unique beard style choice.

Kotetsu itches his chin a lot cause he's always grooming/shaving his beard so it gets itchy, and loves when people rub it (like playing w/ hair)

barnaby is touch averse to most anyone except select few including kotetsu who managed to get through those walls. kotetsu discovered he loves having his hair played with, and getting massaged.

having gotten so close barnaby and kotetsu wind up doing a LOT together, including kotetsu ending up in barnaby's fashion and photo shoots, barnaby joining kotetsu for drinks and gym visits, and both start learning choreographic dance with one another to benefit barnaby's knee and their synchronization- they don't tell ANYONE about it though. (Antonio, ryan, and ivan end up finding out anyways and telling everyone to their dismay).

[yridenergyridenergy]

Welcome! This is a special invitation to take the whole Dir en grey community for an enthralling ride into the Schadenfreude universe! 

That song’s lyrics are highly poetic, and seeing as it is a long song, we have even more to feed our imagination. These lines suggest an imagery, but far from forcing a specific one onto us, they peel at the layers of our creativity. 

We would love to see your approach on what those lyrics evoke for you. Some of you are incredible talented and this contest is less of a competition than it is an opportunity to create a gallery of amazing art dedicated to Dir en grey’s Schadenfreude!

Prizes

Still, as an incentive, you can expect not just many kudos and my heartfelt appreciation, but a couple of prizes! 

Two guaranteed prizes are sets of VIP & exclusive goods from Tour23 Phalaris Vol.II, which contain: portrait set (photographed during Tour23 From Depression To____ 25th Anniversary), drawing book (Perfume of Sins artist photo outlines), colouring pencils, wristbands set, and a large pouch. 

What’s more random and undetermined is that, on top of that, honestly, there are probably things that I would be willing to do or to depart with from my own collection. Whether it’s something in Photoshop, or you’re a fan of x member who is missing something, we’ll work out an extra prize that I can include in your package!

(Voting method and presentation of the entries to be determined - probably dependent on how many entries there are, if artists prefer to be presented anonymously or something, etc. I definitely won’t be making the decision myself, but I also want it to be as fair as possible for all participants!)

Deadline

I don’t want to rush creativity at all, but please submit your entries no later than July 7th 2023 at 11:59PM EST. Let me know if you find this too restrictive!

Here is the Google form to register your artwork:

https://forms.gle/BeBSzvgTj9GDvUfF7

Entries

You can enter as many entries as you wish to share! There are so many inspiring lyrics in Schadenfreude that would be difficult to mix into a single piece of art. At the same time, there isn’t necessarily strength in number in this case, since there will be at least two winners anyway. This is meant to give you flexibility rather than to force you to make a difficult choice on just one segment of Schadenfreude to illustrate, but don’t spread your efforts thin on too many pieces!

What medium? As long as it’s a still image, go wild with digital, paper, paint, clay(?). 

Literally no other theme than just: “Bring to life a part of Schadenfreude’s poetry”. The lyrics mention scenery for the most, but you could include a person in your artwork too. 

Do keep in mind the tone and way those lyrics are sung, as well as the surrounding melody, of course!

Tips?

This may be more distracting than helpful as it could create bias, but below the break, I’ll include some descriptions of how Schadenfreude was portrayed live by the band. 

Before the hidden break though, good luck to all and thank you to anyone who participates! If you can, please spread the word about this contest!

The lighting for Schadenfreude is overall very much blue and red, but I think there were scenes of red and green too. 

In the background, the accompanying video shows 3D graphics of: gnats, a featureless person praying on their knees, a corridor of material resembling inner linings or organs that leads to a wide room where a faceless branch being sits on a throne, the Devil with its horns, scorched paper, a devastated forest but also a jungle with a giant skull-shaped rcck or monument. Other parts of the video showcase sketches like those of the artist behind the Agitated Screams of Maggots and Rinkaku PVs, displaying a mage or a ghost. 

[btsyeonu]

👣. !!: THE AIRPORT ENDEAVOUR ‧₊˚

↺ 💌 ࣪ ˖ ∿ author’s note , @ sooo towards the end it may be a lil bit confusing but! jk and yeonu’s story will be addressed in another chapter :]

SUMMARY : after rumours of yeonu’s transgender status spreads, he is bombarded at the airport by transphobic journalists and fans. the rest of the tannies help him through this situation and jeongguk finally looks past his tantrum.

WORD COUNT : 2.0k words — PAIRING : kim yeonu x maknae line ft. bts (sorta ?)

GENRE : angst , comfort — WARNINGS : blatant transphobia (ofc) , panic attacks , descriptions/hints of internalised transphobia

Yeonu occupied a car with Taehyung and Jimin during their first airport trip of 2O16. There were three cars in total, the second occupied by Hoseok and Jeongguk, and the third by Seokjin, Yoongi and Namjoon.

“How are you feeling, Yeo?” Jimin asks quietly, a little nervous, a little on edge. He sits to the left side by the window, eyebrows downturned with a cloud of gloom hanging over the lot of them. Yeonu keeps his eyes on his feet, boucing them, fidgeting, with his hood pulled up and his face mask pulled over his lips and nose even before they’d reached their destination. He couldn’t face either of them, instead lifting his hand in a thumbs up.

On Taehyung’s end ( who sits on the opposite side of Yeonu, to his right ), he doesn’t say much either. It’s not because he’s at a loss for words at the moment, but something tells him Yeonu would appreciate a more silent gesture right now, and so his head droops over the smaller’s own in a comforting embrace.

“There’s probably gonna be a lot of people, right?” Yeonu asks to no one in particular, his voice barely reaching above a croaky whisper.

A lot had been going on over the last few days, and so his voice hasn’t been in the greatest of conditions lately. Yeonu doesn’t want to get into it.

“I won’t let them touch you.” Taehyung’s response is immediate, his voice resembling a low growl that startles Jimin into closing his mouth before he’d even gotten a chance to answer. Taehyung has been a ferocious spirit throughout this entire predicament so far, always ready to stand up for Yeonu against misspeaks and somehow becoming even clingier than previously so. It makes Yeonu crack a small smile beneath his mask.

“We’re all here for you. Manager-nim has also taken care of the security, and we’ll be right by your side the entire time.” Jimin assures, “The 95 line can be a very competent human shield.” He jokes, and Taehyung nods his head from atop Yeonu’s own before he goes in for a hug, an arm wrapping around the smaller’s waist.

During times like this, Yeonu’s mind drifts to wonder whether he may be overthinking everyone’s potential reactions at the airport. At least that is until he recalls the vile slurs thrown at him over the internet, articles of slander and misinformation about what it truly means to be trans, claiming he’s mentally ill, that he needs to be locked away, even before he’s actually come out and revealed his identity.

He could just hide it though, couldn’t he?

He has that choice, to deny all of these rumours and allegations and attempt to fabricate some sort of lie about the picture. It would be the safer bet, but he’s already come out to his members—he had to. His image has been tainted with ruin.

No, no, let’s not think about this.

He doesn’t have to answer anyone’s questions right now. All he needs to do is safely board his flight to Taiwan with the boys. That’s all he needs to focus on, and that’s what he’ll do. Board the flight to Taiwan safely.

The remainder of the journey in the car is quiet, save for the odd joke or reminiscent memory of pre-debut events that transpired to make Yeonu crack a smile. By this point, Taehyung had also pulled out his wired earphones, slipping one into Yeonu’s ear and using the other for himself.

“You don’t get to see the songs,” He pouts out, pulling his phone close to his chest, “This is my special playlist. I don’t just share it with anyone, you know.” He states, and Yeonu hums, amused.

“I’ll probably recognise something.” He says quietly, quite the big music enthusiast. Jimin is texting away on his own phone for a moment before switching it off and turning to face the other two, palm supporting his head. His features are soft, at ease with Taehyung’s raspy voice distracting Yeonu from his troubles.

“You’ve been listening to a lot of jazz recently,” The oldest of the trio says passively to Taehyung, and Yeonu hums, agreeing. It’s a step up from complete silence, accompanied by some commentary every now and again. “Don’t make him listen to that. He’ll fall asleep. Are you gonna carry him then?”

“I’ll take full responsibility.” Taehyung says without batting an eye at either of them, still wholly focused on finding a specific song. Yeonu can’t see it from this angle, but he can vividly imagine the subconscious pout that rests on Taehyung’s lips; a habit of his that’s always melted even the coldest of mountains.

“Aha!” Taehyung cries his victory, and soon sweet melodies filter through the earphone as Yeonu attempts to catch the name of the song. It’s barely five seconds in before he’s guessed it.

“Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door? The original version.” He murmurs, “Good one.”

Taehyung whines as Jimin laughs. “How do you know every song?” He asks, baffled yet in clear awe. It’s almost as if Yeonu is a walking library brimming with the world’s music, able to catch songs from every decade all the way down to its original composer and singer. It’s seriously impressive.

“I just like music.” Yeonu says simply, earning the attention of Park Jimin who rests his hands on Yeonu’s shoulders.

“And that’s why we need you. You’re a musical prodigy.” He says, massaging the male’s shoulders. “We’re never letting you go.”

AIRPORT ───── ARRIVAL

The vicinity of Incheon Airport is absolutely packed and buzzing with chaos when the boys make their arrival.

Thankfully, their car windows are tinted so people can’t take photographs as they park by the side of the road, immediately swarmed with cameras and screaming fan girls. The journey here for Yeonu had started with palpable anxiety initially, which was then slowly tended to by Jimin and Taehyung who had commenced a game of ‘How Many Songs Can Yeonu Guess Until We Reach The Airport.’

That moment is now over, and it’s clearly catching up to Yeonu whose heavy breathing starts up once more, nerves jittery, stomach tight with tension. His eyes are wide and fearful; a deer caught in the headlights of oncoming death.

The members had all agreed upon the 95z coming out last, deeming it the safest way to deal with the mob whose attention would be diverted for a few crucial minutes, giving everyone time to make a fortified shield around Yeonu.

Namjoon, Seokjin and Yoongi are the first members to exit their vehicle, car parked at the very front while Jimin, Yeonu and Taehyung were the last to arrive on scene. The cameras are shoved into the three members faces almost instantly, and the security struggle to completely push them away to give the boys room to breathe. It only heightens Yeonu’s fear as he watches the swarm from his seat, scrambling unintentionally until his back hits Taehyung’s chest. The male rests his hand on Yeonu’s arm, squeezing.

“Here. Put these on for when you get out.” Taehyung says firmly, his bubbly demeanour from earlier now dissipated into something dour as he plugs both of the earphones into Yeonu’s ear, connecting the wire to Yeonu’s phone, and then opening up his Spotify. He had been able to aegyo his way into finding out the male’s password, something which Yeonu still hasn’t decided to update to this day.

There was only one playlist on his account, consisting of every song he’s ever liked, and Taehyung plays exactly that, feeling quite thankful for the long play time. The volume isn’t ear piercingly loud, but it’s definitely enough to drown out Yeonu’s surroundings in a satisfactory manner. Taehyung signs, telling him to take deep breaths and to…

‘Leave it all up to me.’

Yeonu blinks rapidly, feeling a multitude of tears that he cannot possibly let out. Taehyung smiles so softly at him, a shining star that he wants to hug and disappear into, but Hoseok and Jeongguk have already begun to make their exit out of their car and now it’s so close. Jimin’s hand is on the handle of the car door and it’s much, much too close.

I can’t do this. How can I do this?

The other members have somehow managed to push their way through to where Jimin, Yeonu and Taehyung still remain within the confines of their car, and that’s when Jimin opens the door after giving Yeonu one last squeeze to his fist, telling him it’ll be okay.

The bombardment is unimaginable. Yeonu’s music plays at a volume where the noises of surroundings are muffled at best, but even he could hear the amplification of the screaming once he had fully stepped out onto the concrete flooring, tensed and unable to make eye contact with anyone.

A lot of the members encircle him without needing to be told at all; three up ahead, two on either side of him and two behind him. He doesn’t really know which member is standing where, and they don’t wait to take any pictures. The security uses a lot of brute force, more so than usual because Yeonu can see the way some fans are swaying backwards, falling and crashing into others as he inhales deeply, feeling apologetic.

It always takes them far longer than necessary to reach the terminals because of these airport fans. Yeonu just wishes they could make their trip and board the flight without so much hassle every time.

“Kim Yoonha-ssi! How much did you pay to try to become a man?”

And in that split second, in the midst of his current song fading out, he hears it and his body grows cold.

How did they come across his deadname?

“Kim Yoonha-ssi, did you get your breasts cut off at an early age? Why do you want to become a man when you’re a woman?”

They just keep coming. One after the other, and Yeonu has paused his playlist on his phone, hand skilled within the pocket of his jacket from years of muscle memory and practice. His heart clenches with stressful memories.

“Kim Yoonha! You’ll never be a real man! Leave Bangtan!”

Listening to hateful sentiments— true sentiments has Yeonu’s fist shaking, nostrils building up mucus and mouth drying up fast until something collides with his back and his eyebrows furrow, confused.

At first, he’d been expecting Taehyung. He knows the male was pretty adamant about his safety, so catch Yeonu’s surprise when he looks down to see the sleeves of a black hoodie wrapped around his waist, grip tight and protective, even almost possessive. This wasn’t Taehyung— no, Taehyung was adorning lighter colours, a brown coat, but he does know someone who is sporting black today.

Jeonggukie.

He can’t turn back to confirm it, but his heart jolts with felicity, and his eyes shimmer with newfound tears because Jeongguk was the last member he had expected to attach himself so closely to him like this even in a general setting, let alone in such a public one. The others seemed just as startled as Yeonu upon realising it soon after, but their eyes would crinkle into the beginnings of a smile beneath their mask, content.

Even in times of upset, Jeongguk’s natural instinct overpowered his feelings of betrayal, unable to stand by and just watch his hyung be slandered. Yeonu feels Jeongguk’s warmth wash over him, drowning out the transphobic slurs and insults of reporters and journalists as the maknae snuggles his face just above the crown of Yeonu’s head.

He seriously missed this clingy brat.

The boys venture further along the premises of the airport, and as the group finally arrive near the terminals, Yeonu has to say he’s at least grateful for the hate of a hundred masses bringing him his Jeongguk back.

“Took you long enough, dumbass.” Yoongi mutters to the youngest, and all of them laugh together for the first time that day. A family which had initially been impacted by a crack in the seams were going to be just fine.

💬 — YEONU’S TAGLIST.

@anqelws , @vizianary , @kaitieskidmore97 , @sann1e

[storiesforallfandoms]

attraction ~ barry berkman;barry

word count: 2767

request?: yes!

“If requests are open, can you do a Barry Berkman x demisexual!reader? Idk you can choose how they meet but I don't really want her to be affiliated with the acting class or as a hitwoman and that. But all I know is I want Barry fluff and some representation”

description: when his friends try to make fun of his “sexless relationship”, he stands up for his girlfriend

pairing: barry berkman x female!reader

warnings: swearing, barry’s “friends” are disrespectful towards the reader’s sexuality before barry puts them in their place

masterlist (one, two, three)

The last place he expected to meet someone was at the flower shop while looking for a bouquet for Sally.

Both Barry and Sally knew that their relationship was coming to an end. That original spark had died out long ago, and Sally seemed more focused on her career than on trying to make it work. But she refused to end the relationship just yet. She claimed that it looked good for her image if she was in a long running and stable relationship, so they continued the ruse, much to Barry’s chagrin.

Sally had asked him to bring her flowers yet again to the set of Joplin. It pissed him off when she asked because the flowers always ended up in the garbage, which meant Barry was spending all that money for nothing. He wished he could buy her some cheap, shitty flowers just to spite her, but he also knew she’d fly off the handle if he did.

So there he was, starring at the various bouquet of flowers, trying to figure out which ones would be Sally approved while also not going to cost him a fortune, when someone asked, “Do you need help with anything?”

Barry turned to see a beautiful woman smiling up at him. He felt at a loss for words, but he couldn’t understand why at first. It wasn’t until he was driving to the set that he realized it was the same way he had felt about Sally when they first met.

When he realized that she had asked him a question and he was just starring at her like an idiot, he quickly snapped out of his trance and said, “Uh, yeah. I-I’m looking for some flowers.”

She giggled. “I can see that. Anything sort of occasion you’re looking for? For anyone special?”

“Yeah. For my, uh, for my girlfriend.”

He could’ve swore he saw something in the woman’s eyes when he said that, but he couldn’t tell for sure.

“But something...not expensive,” he added. “Maybe that makes me a cheap asshole, but she doesn’t even keep the flowers most of the time so I don’t want to waste my money.”

Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “She doesn’t keep the flowers, but you keep buying them? Sorry if I’m stepping out of line by saying this, but that sounds really shitty and like she doesn’t appreciate your kind gestures.”

Barry was stunned into silence again. That’s exactly what Sally was doing. Actually, it wasn’t even that she wasn’t appreciating his kind gestures; she wasn’t appreciating the kind gestures that she was insisting he do.

“I guess not,” he responded. “But, uh, I’m just trying to make her happy, and she keeps asking for flowers to make her happy.”

The woman looked skeptical, but she kept any comments to herself. “Well, in that case, let me help you get something pretty but won’t break the bank.”

She took him around the flower shop, picking out pieces from different bouquets to make one small but beautiful bouquet of flowers. When she rang him in, it barely even came to $20.

“Did you want a special card with it or anything?” she asked as she rang him in.

“Uh...no, that’s okay. I’ll be giving these to her in person,” he responded. “Thanks for your help...”

“(Y/N),” she finished for him. “I hope she appreciates these the way they deserve to be appreciated.”

On his way to set, Barry kept glancing at the flowers and thinking of what (Y/N) had said. He knew long ago that Sally no longer appreciated his gestures, whether they were his own or the ones she insisted on. In fact, she didn’t appreciate him period. Like everything else in her life, he was just a pawn to make her look better in her career. She very rarely ever gave him the time of day unless it was in front of other people and he was more than over being treated that way.

When he arrived on set, he brought Sally her flowers. She feigned excitement to see him and surprise at the flowers. She kissed his cheek, gushed to her co-stars, and then turned back to him to ask, “Will you be coming to dinner with us tonight?”

The usual answer was, “No, I’m a bit busy tonight” because Sally never wanted Barry at her work dinners. She said that he would ruin her image if he was there because of the endless list of faults she always seemed to find with him.

But this time after she asked, he responded with, “Actually, I’m breaking up with you Sally.”

He shouldn’t have felt joy after seeing the shocked look on her face, but he couldn’t help it. It felt like a weight was finally being lifted from his shoulders after carrying this loveless relationship way beyond its expiry date. He was finally free.

The next day, he went back to the flower shop and found (Y/N) at the counter again. When she saw him, she smiled. “Hey! How did the flowers go over?”

“A lot better than the break up did,” Barry responded.

The look on her face was almost better than the look on Sally’s face. “What? You gave them to her, then you broke up with her?”

“In front of her co-workers, too.”

(Y/N) started laughing in shock. “Holy shit! That’s incredible. Well, good for you. You deserve so much better.”

“Thank you,” he said. He suddenly felt himself becoming nervous as he added, “Actually...that’s part of why I’m here. I was wondering...would you want to go out for drinks sometime?”

All the possibilities ran through his head of how the question could’ve been taken, but when she smiled in response Barry felt his heart lift in happiness. “I’d love to. Here, let me give you my number.”

And that’s how he found himself in the early stages of a relationship with the beautiful flower shop worker. They had gone on a handful of dates. For the fourth one (Y/N) had invited Barry to her place so she could cook for him and they could have a relaxing night in. There was just one thing she needed him to know first.

“Don’t get any ideas regarding sex,” she had told him. “I...I should’ve said this sooner, I guess, but it hasn’t been taken well before. I, um...I’m demisexual.”

Barry looked at her in confusion. “What does that mean?”

“It basically means that I don’t have meaningless sex. I prefer to form a connection with someone before we sleep together for the first time. I understand if that’s a dealbreaker to you, and I understand if you feel like I’ve wasted your time by not telling you this before, but things have been going so well between us and I was afraid that I would scare you off once you found out. I probably should’ve made that clear before we went on the first date so you could get out while you could - ”

Barry had cut her off by taking her face in his hands and kissing her. It was far from being their first kiss, but the feeling it gave Barry when he kissed her reminded him of that first time over and over again.

When he pulled away, he assured her, “I don’t mind waiting until you feel that connection. And if you never feel it, then that’s okay, too. We can decide where to go from there if we ever get there.”

The look of happiness on (Y/N)’s face made the entire world feel a little bit brighter for Barry.

Some weeks later, Barry was dragged out to a “guys night” with some of his acting class buddies. In truth, he didn’t want to go at all. He could barely stand these people anymore. They had always been more of Sally’s friends than his own, but since breaking up with Sally, Barry hadn’t exactly had anyone to socialize with besides (Y/N). As much as he didn’t want to be there, he figured it would be good for him to try and regain some friendships of his own.

If only he could get past how incredibly annoying these people were.

“Man, I cannot believe you did that to Sally,” Jermaine was saying after Barry told them about their breakup. “That’s actually hilarious. She deserves that embarrassment after the way she treated you.”

“As much as I loved Sally, she became so full of herself after that on stage change up she did of her play,” Nick added. “She acts like she’s all high and mighty and her show hasn’t even aired yet. She might crash and burn after episode one for all she knows.”

“Listen, I don’t want to dwell on that,” Barry said. “It was weeks ago and I’ve already moved on.”

The guys looked at him with shock and curiosity.

“Well,” Nick said, “don’t just leave it there. Spill! Who is this new girl? Or new guy?”

Barry chuckled and shook his head. “Very much a new girl. Her name is (Y/N). I met her at the flower store buying flowers for Sally, actually.”

He relayed the story of meeting (Y/N) and how she helped him realize his worth in a relationship. He told them all about their first date and how well things had been going since that first day. Talking about her brought up his mood so much that, suddenly, hanging out with these people didn’t seem like such a dreadful chore to him. He had so much happiness bubbling inside of him, all because of this one woman.

“Man, look at you!” Eric said. “You’re basically glowing just talking about her. She must be good, dude.”

“She is,” Barry said, still smiling. “She’s really good.”

“I hope she’s as good in bed, then,” Jermaine said. He laughed and did that stupid “bro high five” with Eric and Antonia, but Nick gave him a disgusted look when Jermaine tried to high five him.

The sour feeling of having to spend time with the guys returned as Barry glared at Jermaine. “What are you, a teenager? It’s not all about sex.”

Jermaine gave him a look. “So you guys haven’t fucked? Why not? You’ve been together like a month now?”

“Oh my God, Jermaine, you’re disgusting,” Nick said. “Sex is not the only thing in a relationship. If they’re not ready to have sex yet, then they’re not ready. You’re acting like he just said she eats puppies or something.”

“And you’re acting like they’re two high schoolers that haven’t lost their virginities yet,” Antonio argued. “At this age, sex is not that big of a deal. Just fuck and get it over with, man.”

“She doesn’t want to!” Barry snapped, finally having enough of the disrespect towards (Y/N).

Eric furrowed his brows together. “Why not?”

Barry took a deep breath to calm himself down. “She’s demisexual. That means she would prefer there to be an emotional connection between us before we have sex. I am respecting her boundaries and, whenever she feels that connection is strong enough, then we’ll do whatever she feels comfortable with.”

The three other straight men of the table shared a look while Nick, who Barry was slowly starting to like more than the rest, gave him respecting look.

“So, you’re just in a sexless relationship?” Antonio asked. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“And y’all have been together nearly a month and she doesn’t feel a connection? Just sounds like she’s not interested in the dick, man. Maybe you should just move on,” Jermaine added.

This was the end for Barry. He had reached the limit on his patience and he couldn’t hold back anymore. “You know what, Jermaine? Maybe you should go choke on a fucking dick.”

The outburst took all of them back. Barry grabbed his things, threw down a $20 bill to pay for his drinks, and started to leave. Before getting too far, he turned back to them, deciding he wasn’t finished telling them his feelings.

“You’re all a bunch of fucking assholes,” he said. “No wonder you’re all single. You only see women are your property; as sex dolls that are of no used to you if they don’t take their clothes off the minute they meet you. Have you ever stopped to think that maybe the women you date have feelings? That they want to have conversations and build connections, and not just let every single guy that thinks they’re attractive have sex with them then leave the next day? No wonder the only friends you guys have are one another, because you’re all despicable and, frankly, fucking annoying.” He took a breath before adding, “Not you, Nick. If you wanna keep hanging out, let me know.”

Nick winked at him before Barry turned on his heel and stormed out. All eyes were on him, but he ignored all of them and went to his car. He started the engine and started to drive, but it took him some time to realize he wasn’t driving home; he had been driving to (Y/N)’s place.

He wanted to see her after the events of the night, but he knew he couldn’t just show up unannounced. He decided to call her first to make sure she was okay with him coming over.

“Hey honey!” she said when she answered the phone. The sound of her voice was enough to cause any of the anger left in his body to happily melt away. “How’s your guys night?”

“Over,” he responded. “I realized I started instinctively driving towards your place. Is it okay if I come over?”

“Yeah, of course! I’ll leave the door unlocked, you can let yourself in.”

When he got there, (Y/N) was on her couch watching one of her favorite shows on TV. She was wearing one of Barry’s shirts that he had left there and a pair of PJ shorts underneath, with a blanket pulled over her legs and a glass of wine on the table next to her. Barry practically fell onto the couch next to her, taking her in his arms and burying his face in her neck. She giggled and pat him on the back.

“What’s this about?” she asked. “Did the guys say something horrible?”

“Many horrible things,” he said, his voice semi-muffled. He lifted his head to look at her. “They were saying shit about you.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “They don’t even know me.”

“I know. I was telling them about you, and they were all on board until they started talking about sex and started saying shit because I said we hadn’t had sex yet.” He shook his head, feeling his anger coming back. “I fucking swear, guys like them only care about one fucking thing.”

“Most guys do, honey,” she said. “I’m not surprised anymore. I’ve had a number of relationships end before they even began once I told them my sexuality. Most guys don’t want a sexless relationship.”

“Don’t say that. That’s what one of those fuckers said. That’s just a normal relationship. A relationship can survive without sex.”

“Not to a lot of people,” (Y/N) said. “Most people expect their partners to want to have sex with them. That’s why a lot of people cheat if there’s no sex happening, or why relationships end sometimes.”

Barry sighed and leaned into (Y/N) again. “I hate people.”

She chuckled. “Yeah, me too.”

She ran her fingers through his hair as they both laid there in silence. She kissed the top of his head and broke the silence to say, “I’m really happy you’re not one of those people, though.”

He looked up at her. “I could never let lack of sex be the reason I lose someone as amazing as you. I’d kick myself every day if we broke up over something so stupid.”

(Y/N) smiled. “You inflate my ego too much. You should be careful with that, or else one day I might become a cocky bitch.”

“I’ll tell you every single day how amazing you are, regardless of the consequences it has.”

Barry leaned up to kiss her gently. She pulled away and they shifted there position so that she was laying on his chest, both of them facing the TV so they could watch the show together.

How could I need anything else when I have this beautiful woman in my arms, and the ability to call her mine? Barry thought to himself

[violet-prism-creatively]

For Huntlow Week day 2 (umbrella), I was inspired to write a little fic! Plus a sketch to go with it:

Image description: A pencil drawing of Willow and Hunter standing under a tree. Willow is holding an umbrella over both of them and they're smiling at each other.

Read the fic on Ao3 or below! (745 words)

Willow's therapist had told her she didn't have to be the responsible one all the time, but right now, Willow wished she'd been a bit more responsible.

The first drop of boiling rain hit her shoe with a sizzle. Willow ducked under the shelter of a tree, not quickly enough to avoid another droplet on her arm. She hissed. She hadn't packed a first-aid kit, or an umbrella, or even a raincoat. It was just supposed to be a little walk in the forest. And now she was stuck in a surprise boiling-rainstorm, utterly unprepared.

Text friends, Clover buzzed. At least Willow's palisman was with her.

Willow pulled out her scroll and sent a message to the groupchat: "SOS caught in rainstorm"

Almost immediately, responses flooded in: "r u ok??" "Take shelter!"

"I'm under a tree," Willow replied, and sent a selfie. "just annoyed that I didn't think to bring an umbrella and now my dads prob won't let me go out alone again for a while"

"I cAN bring you an umbrella,. send location." Hunter's texting style had been getting better since Willow had first met him about a year ago, and at this point, she found the occasional errors endearing. (As well as his nerdiness, and his sense of loyalty, and a lot of other things... but that was another discussion.) Even though he was obviously the only one who could come rescue her, with his immunity to boiling rain, she couldn't help but smile at the offer.

Willow shared her location- a forest not far from Bonesborough- texted her dads that she was okay, and settled in to wait. Clover rested on her shoulder. It wasn't a heavy rainstorm, but drops occasionally filtered through the edges of the tree's canopy, and Willow pressed her back against the trunk to avoid them.

Soon, Hunter arrived on his mechanical staff. He wore a raincoat, but where the rain hit his bare hands and face, it slid off harmlessly like human-realm rain. "Are you okay?" he asked as soon as he'd landed. "I got here as fast as I could, but I had to find an umbrella first- here." He handed an umbrella to Willow.

She opened it, feeling much more secure under the boiling-rain-proof material. "Thank you. I'm okay, but I really appreciate you coming here."

"No problem." The tension in Hunter's body drained away, leaving him standing there awkwardly. He eventually asked, "Do you want to fly back to your house or stay here?"

"I was always taught it's safer to shelter in place till the rain ends," Willow replied, "and besides, it would be kind of hard to hold the umbrella while flying."

"If anyone could do it, it would be you, Captain. Or I could hold it over you if you want- I just don't want to leave you here alone."

Oh. "You could wait here with me," Willow suggested. That... would be kind of nice, actually, she thought.

"Oh yeah. I could." Hunter gave a soft smile.

"Come here." Willow beckoned Hunter closer. "I know the rain doesn't hurt you, but it's cozy under here."

Hunter obliged, and she shifted the umbrella to cover both of them. Their arms were touching... Then Hunter noticed the red mark the boiling raindrop had left on Willow's arm.

"You're hurt! One second, I brought a first-aid kit." Hunter rummaged through his bag.

"It's just a small burn." It didn't even hurt anymore, but Willow was touched by his care nevertheless.

With the precision of a field medic but the care of a friend, Hunter dabbed antibiotic cream on the burn and covered it with a band-aid. Willow tried not to focus on his hands on her skin, how close he was, the intimacy of him caring for her.

Hunter released her arm when he was done- was she imagining the blush on his face? "There you go."

"Thank you." Willow could tell she was blushing too. "I feel so silly for not bringing a first-aid kit or umbrella of my own."

"You don't have to be perfectly prepared all the time. I've got you."

Willow's heart was glowing and blooming and doing ridiculous somersaults. Did Hunter even know he had just said the sweetest thing ever?

"Thank you." Willow tentatively reached out and took his hand. It was warm and calloused and fit perfectly with hers.

And so for a while, they stood together under the umbrella, holding hands, watching the boiling rain.

[ideatradingpost]

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[crunchyorochiru]

I haven't made a list rambling introductions of my eah ocs yet, so now I'm making it everyone's problem and posting this 🤠 Also not every oc has a design yet, so some will only have text descriptions

Allison Andersen, the daughter of Hans Christian Andersen and niece of Alice, though most people don't know that last part. It doesn't help that she resembles Snow White. She doesn't have a destiny, but she’s a diligent straight-A student and knows many stories. By all means, she’s the perfect heiress to her family legacy… but this comes at a cost. Her Wonderland heritage is ignored, she has to go against her own values (like acting pro-destiny when she isn’t,) and she must hide any part of herself that would go against her image (particularly writing fanfiction, which isn’t considered real writing by people like Milton Grimm, and studying magic, because what's the point when she can't even use magic?)

Duke Von Rothbart, the son of Odile. He's Duchess's cousin fufilling the role of the next Von Rothbart sorcerer, and while he doesn't like how he and his sister will die if he follows his destiny, he still plans to follow it just to ensure Duchess doesn't get a happily ever after. He would never admit it, but he's jealous that their Grandmother truly loves Duchess, while he and his sister are stuck with their cold Grandfather who only cares about continuing the family legacy. Due to his bluntness and resting-bitch-face, he comes off as an asshole, but unlike Duchess, he doesn't intentionally look for ways to ruin other people's lives. The one thing he loves most in the world is researching magic, and while most people brush this off as part of following his destiny, he's able to happily indulge in this interest with Allison (in secret, obviously. He understands why Allison hides her interest in magic, but in light of the whole rebel movement, he thinks she should stop hiding)

Princess Von Rothbart, the daughter of Odile. She's Duke's older sister (and also Duchess's cousin) fulfilling the role of the next Odile. Compared to Duke and Duchess, she's much less aggressive and spiteful, but don't mistake that for timidness- she's equally as capable of magic as her brother, and she won't hesitate to use it. She has mixed feelings regarding her family and destiny overall: she doesn't get along with Duchess, but she acknowledges that Duchess's fate is just as bad as hers and Duke's. She's not willing to lose her brother just so he can get petty payback against Duchess. She already lost her parents, even though she can't remember them. She doesn't think it's possible, but if she could avoid her destiny, she wants to live a normal life. No fame or infamy, just a simple, normal life.

Mizuki "Kaguya," the daughter of the Bamboo Princess. Unlike her mother, she was raised on the moon, and she's only come to earth to avoid a civil war. Although her mother (and every other "Kaguya") loves earth, she’s been influenced by the rest of the moon’s high and mighty attitude regarding earth, so she looks down on the other eah students… But she’s getting over it. She's managed to befriend Glinda over a shared love for singing, after all. Also, there are no surnames on the moon, hence the half-assed, school-assigned last name, “Kaguya.”

Glinda West, the daughter of the Witch of the West. She was named after Glinda the Good as a way of emphasizing she isn't evil. She inherited her mother's green skin and magic, so in attempt to prevent her from experiencing ostracization like her mother, she was raised off the grid. Ever After High is her first experience away from home, but thankfully against her mother's expectation, she's been enjoying it. Despite her limited contact with others in her childhood, she's able to get along with just about anyone. She's using her time at EAH to try new things and meet new people, like Allison and Duke. She's not as into magic as they are, but she can appreciate the efforts they take to study it. Although the things she does anyday easily change, she consistently enjoys exploring around Ever After High and singing.

Chengguang "CG" Lang, the great-grandson of the Cowherd (and the Weaver Girl.) Most people can't (or won't bother to) say his name right, and he's tired of correcting mispronunciation, so he goes by the nickname "CG." His destiny works differently than other people: the original Weaver Girl is still alive, given how she's a goddess, so CG and the rest of his family share the role of his great-grandfather by visiting the Weaver Girl every year on the bridge of magpies. He's very energetic and spends his days playing music (singing, instruments, etc.), which is why people get surprised when they find out his best friend is Duke. One of the only times CG ever shows his power as a technical demi-god is when Duke is badmouthed in front of him.

Xingguang "XG" Lang, great-granddaughter of the Cowherd (and the Weaver Girl.) She's CG's twin, and much like CG, she uses a nickname ("XG") because seemingly no one gets her name right. She shares the role of her great-grandfather, the Cowherd, with her brother and family when they visit the Weaver Girl on the bridge of magpies. She enjoys music, but not to the extent of CG- she plays the flute in private, because she doesn't want to be compared to her brother and feels insecure in her musical skill. In general, she's easy going and down to earth.

Maliya Liwanag, the daughter of Mayari (Filipino Moon Goddess.) Her mother had caught wind of Eros sending Cupid to EAH because something major was gonna happen, and while most gods didn't think that was a big deal, Maliya's mother sent Maliya to see what major thing would happen. Maliya does not want to repeat her mother's story, because that would mean fighting a family member and losing an eye, but she's grown attached to EAH. She's made friends, made frenemies (aka Mizuki,) and started dating XG.

Feel free to send asks about my ocs!

[allegra-writes]

"Love bites"

Daniel Molloy x Armand

Mature

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sex, mentions of blood, general awkwardness.

Disclaimer: I don't own the vampire Armand or Daniel Molloy, nor will I be accepting tips for this story or any story set in Anne Rice's Immortal Universe. Ashley, Jackie and Boss the cat however, are all mine.

MY MASTERLIST

Daniel Molloy was fucked. Well and truly fucked. And not even in the fun way, though that had definitely happened. In fact, that was exactly how he had ended up where he was, sitting on his couch, hastily draped in his bathrobe, with Armand clad only in his plaid blue boxers next to him while his older daughter, Ashley, paced agitatedly in front of them. 

The irony of the situation wasn't lost to Daniel, as he sat precisely on the same spot his daughter had when fourteen years before, when he had walked in on her and her first girlfriend, but if Ashley noticed, she wasn't amused by it. Not that Daniel blamed her, as traumatizing as it had been for him and his wife to come home early from a convention only to be assaulted by the loud moans and sounds that couldn't be mistaken for anything else coming from their teenage daughter's room, he figured it didn’t quite compared to the eyeful she had gotten of her geriatric father bent over the kitchen counter while his (vampire) lover pounded into him from behind. Good thing she was a shrink, she probably knew a friendly colleague or two willing to offer her a good deal on the therapy she was sure going to need.

He could practically feel the eye-roll Armand repressed, the immortal’s mind a soft, welcome presence against his own. Daniel couldn’t help but to draw comfort from it, even as he had to wonder how was his daughter able to bypass it. It was easy for Daniel, with his failing human senses, to miss her arrival, but surely Armand, so proficient at the mind gift, had to sense her coming?

Armand let out a soft, almost imperceptible huff beside him. Some things never change, do they, Daniel? Always overestimating me, Armand’s velvet voice resonated through his brain right before it was flooded with images of himself watched from the outside, bent over the granite, the feeling of his own heat around Armand’s hardness, the heady flavor of his blood on Armand’s tongue, the electrifying feeling on the inside of Armand’s wrist where Daniel’s mouth was latched onto it, the starbursts exploding through Armand’s veins with every pull Daniel took, all tinted by the most unadulterated, overwhelming, possessive love Daniel had ever felt. It was beyond intoxicating. Clearly, human brains weren't wired for that amount of stimuli, a simple glimpse, one quick flash, and Daniel felt ready to pass out, but it made Armand’s point crystal clear, Daniel definitely understood now how her daughter’s presence could have flown under Armand’s mental radar. 

It also made him unnecessarily flustered in front of his daughter, which Daniel did not appreciate. He was focusing on sending the shameless vampire a mental chastising when his daughter finally spoke.

“You may want to clean up that…”

“Armand” He provided, usefully, face so perfectly candid it had to be on purpose. Too bad if there was anyone in the world capable of resisting Armand’s puppy dog eyes, it was Ashley.

“Righ, Armand. You may want to clean that up, put some Neosporin on it” Ashley repeated, gesturing at Armand's bloody wrist, clutched in his hand. He probably had his fingers wrapped around it to hide that the wound had already healed, but as it was, it looked like he was cradling it in pain. “Looks like a pretty nasty bite…”

Daniel hid his face in his hands, wishing the earth would open up, and swallow him. He guessed he should be grateful Armand had at least had the presence of mind to nick at his own tongue with his fang and heal Daniels's neck before parting when her yell of “Oh my effing god!” had sent them jumping apart. 

“Of course. If you excuse me” Armand got up and sauntered towards the bathroom with far too much dignity for a man in someone else’s underwear. Bastard. Ashley cleared her throat and Daniel noticed that, to his further embarrassment, he had been staring. 

“So, you and Armand” Daniel didn’t like the way Ashley said the name, she made it sound as dirty as when Daniel had called him rent boy, “How long has that been going on?”

What was Daniel supposed to say? That Armand was the love of his life? That they had spent twelve years together before she was born and Daniel had never gotten over it? That even though he didn’t remember it he spent the rest of his life looking for him in everyone and that was the reason her mother and him had crashed and burnt? That now that they had found each other again there was no force in the world strong enough to keep them apart, not even her? He could say they had met in Dubai, but he knew what Ashley would think of that, of a man -apparently- less than half his age moving in with him so quickly, and fine, there was no way his daughters could have an even lower concept of him than they already did, but Armand was no gold digger or fling, he was important to Daniel and he wanted his family to respect him. 

So instead, he replied,

“A while”

Ashley scoffed,

“A while? What, you were his prom date?”

“If you must know, miss Molloy, your father and I had an on-again-off-again relationship a few years ago. We recently ran into each other again in Dubai and… reconnected” Armand reappeared, wearing black silk pajama pants and a white bandage around his wrist for show “We both changed in these years. We are both wiser and more emotionally stable now, so we decided to try again”

“Years?” Daniel could see Ashley struggling to do the math in her head, “Where? When?”

“Ten years ago” Armand replied at the same time Daniel said “Miami” cause at least he wanted to be partially honest. 

“Ten- How old were you, seventeen??”

“Twenty-seven”

Ashley blanched,

“No. No way you’re seven years older than me” 

There was a little smirk on Armand’s face now, he was enjoying the situation way too much.

“I assure you, miss Molloy, I am thirty-seven years old. I can show you my passport if you’d like” 

Daniel had the impression Armand very much wanted to show her that passport, he was probably very excited about his little falsification. Ashley seemed completely lost as to how to respond to that.

“What? No, I just- I mean, look at your face and your… skin”

“If you want me to, I can refer you to my dermatologist”

“I don’t think that will be necessary” Daniel interrupted before the vein popping out from his daughter's very flushed neck could burst, “Ashley, I am aware of the age gap between us, but my relationship with Armand is and has always been a relationship between two consenting adults” Had it been toxic the first time around? Yes. Had it been fucked up and twisted? Fuck yeah. Had there been a clear power imbalance? Absolutely. But this time around, Daniel wasn’t interested in immortality, and he wasn’t afraid of Armand either, that plus his life experience had evened the field a lot for them. Of course, Armand was still richer than Bezos, but Daniel hadn’t left himself be swept off his feet to a private Island or a Dubai tower, he had demanded to return to his old apartment and his old life and Armand hadn’t fought him on it. He didn’t seem to need to control every detail of Daniel’s life like he used to, like he had done with Louis too. And that was a lot for him, wasn’t it? Armand was trying hard to be better, to make the relationship work, and be healthier than it had been the first time. And Daniel appreciated it.  “Armand is not some tinder swindler taking advantage of a sick, gullible old man and I am not a dirty old man taking advantage of a wide-eyed college freshman”

Ashley looked properly chastised after her father’s outburst, but it was obvious she still wasn’t convinced. She sat on the coffee table to be eye level with Daniel, a standard therapist move Daniel was used to being on the receiving end of after all his stunts in rehab. When she spoke again, the eye contact was intense. 

“But dad, you are sick. You have an autoimmune disease. And you took a trip in the middle of a lockdown anyway!” 

So that was why she was there, to rip him a new one. Daniel guessed he couldn’t blame her. 

“It was a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity” That he somehow had gotten twice, “I took every precaution” or rather Armand as Rashid had. Ashley didn’t need to know the details but it was probably the safest Daniel had been in almost forty years “Besides, Armand here hooked me up with some of the best doctors in the world” Definitely the best money could buy.

“Daniel is in good hands, miss Molloy. I made sure of that” 

With her first argument twarted, Ashley changed her line of reasoning.

“Dad, he looks a lot like mom, you can’t deny that. Are you sure this isn’t some… attempt to get a younger, more docile version of her?”

His daughter didn’t seem to care if her words hurt Armand or created a drift between them, planting the idea that Armand was second best, a cheap replacement for Uma. Of course, Ashley had no way of knowing It was actually her mother the one that looked like Armand, Daniel himself hadn’t known either until about three weeks ago. 

Armand chuckled.

“There is nothing docile about Armand” Daniel deadpanned, “trust me” 

His daughter opened her mouth again, no doubt to point out another concerning aspect of their relationship, but Armand interrupted her with as much poise and disingenuous politeness as he had displayed as Rashid. 

“I apologize, miss Molloy, we are being most ungracious hosts” Daniel could have sworn Ashley’s eye twitched at the word we. Armand’s smile only grew brighter, “I’m sure this conversation would be more pleasant with some tea?”

Ashley sighed, the fight going out of her.

“Actually, I could use some coffee. It’s a long drive home…”

“Sorry, you’re outta luck then” Daniel snorted, “this is a caffeine free household” 

He wasn’t sulking. He wasn’t! Armand got up and marched into the kitchen, positively vibrating with glee as he announced,

“Actually, is not her the one whose luck’s ran out, Daniel. I found your secret stash. I’m giving the whole can away to your daughter” 

Daniel shot out from the couch, to plead or to fight, but Armand’s voice inside his mind sounded determined.

You are not nearly as sneaky as you think, beloved. Forty years later, you still use the same hiding spots.

Daniel cursed internally. And to think his night had started out so great…

To Daniel’s amazement, the rest of the evening had gone by pleasantly enough. It was evident Ashley still didn’t like Armand, but at least she had been civil ebout it, only whispering “I still don’t like this” to her father during their goodbye hug by the door.

“You don’t have to” Daniel had whispered back, not unkindly. 

“I’ll come by often to check on you” She had half promised, half threatened, making Daniel smile.

“I would like that very much” 

Then, she had left, without so much as a nod towards Armand. 

“I like her” Armand decided later, as he and Daniel snuggled on the couch watching Blade Runner on Netflix (the 80s version, of course)

“Who? Ashley?” Daniel made a face, “Not sure the feeling is mutual, boss”

“She cares about you, even despite herself. She is protective of you. I can’t begrudge her that”

Daniel buried a noncommittal hum in Armand’s hair, nuzzling the soft curls. The truth was, his daughters’ visit had shook him. On the one hand, he was overjoyed she was talking to him again, after all it only had taken a terminal disease diagnose, a pandemic, and his virtual disappearance to Dubai for her to do so. On the other, he couldn’t deny her disapproval of his relationship with Armand put a damper on that happiness. He didn’t need her approval, hell, he had rarely -if ever- gotten it, but he didn’t want things to be tense between them. He didn’t want to be forced to split his limited time between those he loved because they couldn’t get along. 

“I could make her like me,” Armand commented casually, as if he wasn’t suggesting brainwashing his child, “but that’s exactly how I thought you would feel about the mather”

“So let me get this straight, you see nothing wrong with mind controlling people into liking you, except for the fact it would upset me”

“I don’t want to displease you”

Daniel grabbed Armand’s jaw with his fingertips, gently turning his head to be able to look into those bright amber eyes.

“You really are a little gremling, aren’t you?”

“I’m the love of your life”

“You heard that, didn’t you?” Daniel sighed in mock exasperation, “Just don’t let it go to your head”

Armand beamed as he tilted his head up for a kiss,

“I would never”

[loyaldis]

Hi! So I've never commissioned anyone and anything before but I just love your art so much so I would like to ask for a commission. I was just wondering how we should do it in terms of details and stuff. Like, we give a character from a series, right? Do we give you any other details? How broad or specific should we be? I know some artists want little details like poses or characters doing certain things and stuff like that, so that they could have an idea of what to draw. But not all artists do that so I just wanted to know your preferences and how to commission properly. I hope this makes sense!

Hey hey!

Personally, I prefer to receive as much information as possible. Personality and likes/dislikes help to set a mood and idea for the commission, and if you already have some kind of idea that's even better! Reference images are always welcome, if you have one for your OC that's super appreciated. But I can work with written descriptions, too, I'm providing WIPs anyway to catch as many mishaps as early as possible.

Even if you are fine with me going wild, I still prefer to read as much as I can.

[accessibleaesthetics]

hello! I've been reading through the resources you've compiled and I really appreciate them! You seem pretty experienced with image descriptions, so I was hoping I could possibly ask you for some advice on how to make my poll tournament more accessible. If you don't have the capacity to help out right now, that's totally fine—let me know if there's someone who you think could better answer my questions!

Anyways, currently I'm running a tournament for poems that are popular on Tumblr (@poetrysmackdown). For Round 1 I just included the images of the poems, which I'd still like to include in future rounds just because it makes it easier to compare side by side, and a few of the poems' precise line structures would be pretty difficult to faithfully replicate on Tumblr. That said, I want to also include text transcriptions in the future rounds for obvious accessibility reasons (and I'm now really wishing I did for Round 1! I didn't realize the tournament would be voted on by anyone besides like ten of my mutuals haha). Do you have any advice on how to format text transcriptions for poems? I'm not sure how best to convey a line break for text-to-speech, for example—should I write it as a "/" between lines, or is it preferable to just write out the poem as I would otherwise? Is it okay if I put the transcription below a read more (some of the poems are quite long), or is that considered rude? I may be overthinking this haha, I just wanna make sure I get it right so everyone can enjoy the poems. I'm attaching two sample poems just so you can get an idea of what I'm working with—thanks in advance!

Not overthinking at all! Before anything else, let me describe the two examples you gave and then I'll put some more detailed thoughts under a read more.

[Image Description: Two screenshots of poems.

The first poem is titled "Scheheraade." It reads: Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake / and dress them in warm clothes again. / How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running / until they forget that they are horses. / It's not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, / it's more like a song on a policeman's radio, / how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days / were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple / to slice into pieces. / Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means / we're inconsolable. / Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. / These, our bodies, possessed by light. / Tell me we'll never get used to it.

The second poem is titled "Having a Coke with You." It reads: is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne / or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona / partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian / partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt / partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches / partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary / it is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as still / as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it / in the warm New York 4 o'clock light we are drifting back and forth / between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles // and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint / you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them // I look / at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world / except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick / which thank heavens you haven't gone to yet so we can go together the first time / and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism / just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or / at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me / and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them / when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank / or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn't pick the rider as carefully / as the horse // it seems they were all cheated of some marvellous experience / which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I'm telling you about it.

End Image Description.]

Now, obviously I went with the traditional academic rules for quoting poems in the above ID, and I did that because the location of line breaks can be very important in poetry, and that's not always going to translate with a screen reader if you just format it that way. Additionally, if you have someone who sight reads but needs to make the text large, this will often change the location of the line breaks.

I don't know of a good or natural way to convey the right-aligned text in some places via a text description, but if any of my followers do, please feel free to comment!

Capitalization, punctuation, and even font choice are all things that can potentially convey significant meaning in poetry. I opted not to attempt to transcribe those in the above two, but if you're more familiar with the poem and thing those aspects are important in context, you could always make a note about the capitalization. And for things like italics, you could do something like "except possibly for the [italics] Polish Rider [end italics] occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick."

Punctuation is also a tricky one...I tried to keep the description as true to the text as possible, because the lack of punctuation in the second poem defintely seemed very intentional and internal to the flow, but I did add a period at the end of the last poem to give a proper stop between the end of the poem and the "end image description." Your call on how you deal with that, just be aware that not all screen readers are going to pause between lines or paragraphs.

I would generally discourage putting descriptions under a read more, though I do very much understand the concern about length. The formal poem quoting rules above can help condense things space-wise, if that helps.

I also want to encourage alt text! Don't put the entire poem in the alt text of course, but if you put a little blurb in the alt text of each picture, that can signal to screen reader users that it's worth their time to continue down the post. Some screen reader users will simply skip the post entirely when they start hearing "photo, photo, photo," and never even get to the image ID, since it's often not there. Such a blurb could be something like "Screenshot of the poem Scheheraade. See body of post for full description" for the first photo, and "Screenshot of the poem Having a Coke with You. See body of post for full description" for the second.

And finally, just to throw it out there, you don't necessarily have to do a traditional image description the way I did, especially if you provide the supplementary alt text. You could simply transcript the poems too...it's all up to you!

Please feel free to reach out to me if you have any more questions, I'm defintely going to follow, this is such a neat idea.

Oh, and one more thing: don't be afraid to let AI help you with this! And I'm not talking about the neural network kind, I'm talking about good old-fashioned optical character recognition. For example, I plugged that first poem into onlineocr.net and got this:

Scheheraade Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forget that they are horses. It's not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it's more like a song on a policeman's radio, how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces. Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means we're inconsolable. Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it.

Sure, it required proofreading, a bit of clean up, and of course the line/stanza breaks, but made the process of creating the image description much less effort than it would have taken to type it all out manually. Of course, if you have access to a text version of the poem, that could work even better, but this is a great way to do it if you only have access to the image for whatever reason!

[rosemaryreality]

Sonic Prime article analysis

Hey guys guess what! there's an article on gizmodo with a new synopsis for sonic prime AND new screenshots! these screenshot's are apparently from episode 6 and 7 (and as you may know we are only getting 8 this year), and while i don't think they show too much, if you don't want any kind of spoilers i'd suggest to just block the tag.

Anyway personally i am SUPER excited about this SO i'm gonna go over this whole article if you don't mind

Alright so FIRST i want to go over the synopsis

While reading the first thing that caught my attention was this

Attitudes and abilities huh? First of about the attitudes, It's not really surprising per se, since we have seen sonic's friends acting kind of ...agressive in previous trailers (plus i'm sure we have all seen the grumpy/feral tails posts), but i do wonder how it will vary between the shatterverses. I feel it could get kind of repetitive if all of them acted more or less the same way. And now about the abilities, do they mean about how in the Rebel!verse people use guns and in the pirate one swords? or is there more to that? aside from cyborg amy having some crazy stuff idk if and how they would give anyone else some impressive new ability.

Something else caught my attention about this article though...

So it seems the core of the show will really be about Sonic learning to appreciate his friends, honestly I am both surprised and not. On one hand, many people, including me, thought this might be the case since the first time we saw that one synopsis that described this show as a journey of "self-discovery and redemption". But on the other hand, one of the first things Sonic says on the trailer is a compliment to his "crew" not really something that i feel someone that needs to learn the power of friendship would say.

Personally, i do not mind this, i know that there are people who hated this idea, but i do think it's a fun idea for the show. I know that this is supposed to be game sonic, but personally i always treat each iteration of sonic as his own little guy. You guys are welcome to disagree and voice your opinions about it (in your own post pls this is a Sonic Prime hype blog now). But i for one am curious (and as they say "cautiously optimistic") about what MoA's take on my favorite hedgehog may look like.

BUT ANYWAY BACK TO THE SYNOPSIS

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So, it seems that shadow really IS going to be helping sonic on his journey, I wonder about how much screetime he is gonna get.

Also i almost forgot lmao

It reads to me as saying that Sonic shattering the crystal CREATED this new worlds from Sonic's original one, instead of those been already pre-existing worlds that Sonic is just visiting. Which explain the name Shatterverses.

So anyway that is most of what i have to say on the synopsis, now the screenshots AND their descriptions.

First,

So it seems that things are getting kind of tense with these two, and i do wonder what it is about, but what makes this image the more interesting for me though is the fact that the article claims that this images are from episode 6 and 7. I've had the theory for a while that Sonic would come back at least to this dimension in particular, (based on this:

I don't know about you, but between the gloves and the way he is falling (in the trailer he looks like he is going to faceplant, meanwhile normal gloves!sonic fell on his knees), i feel like this are two different scenes) And it seems i was right. It makes me wonder, how many shatterverses is Sonic going to visit? will it be common for him to go back to world he left? are there going to be mini arcs for each dimention? I am genually so excited for this.

The second screenshot by itself isn't much, I'm pretty sure it's from a scene from a previous trailer (it shows big, rouge and knuckles from the Rebelverse, along with two background characters, staring with surprise at something we aren't shown, but am 100% sure it's Sonic. they also have weapons) But the description under DID caught my attention:

Hello?? Rebel Rouge? Also for some reason she's the only one with a nickname (unless Knucks is on purpose and not a typo, but if so why does rouge gets a whole additional word and then knuckles name is shortened)

And now in the third image, THIS:

Here we have another look at our pirate crew (minus Knuckles) and they...don't look very friendly, i mean they ARE pirates but damn i wouldn't wanna mess with this people (well at least not with Rouge, Amy and Tails kind of look like they are trying too hard to look tough). But anyway that's not important, THIS is:

LMAO SAILS TAILS SADASKJD PLEASE TELL ME THEY CALL HIM THAT IN THE EPISODE. I had to google what Batten meant, apparently there is a saying "batten down the hatches" that means either to "secure a ship's hatch-tarpaulins, especially when rough weather is expected." or to "prepare for a difficulty or crisis".Also now that i think about it, it's probably also a pun on "Bat". At least Amy got a cool, easy to understand name.

NOW FOR THE BEST IMAGE,

SONIC WITH A SWORD MY BELOVED!!!! He doesn't seem very happy about it tho, in fact he looks really unsure? It looks like he managed to convince the pirate crew to work with him (also this is the third time we see a scene with these 3 together without Knuckles), and they look like they are teaching him how to use a sword? maybe? they look either excited or encouraging, something like that. (Also amy you aren't fooling anyone with those heart eyes girl come on you just met the guy). Not sure how i feel about this shoes tbh, they don't look bad but it's definetly his weakest assemble so far.

BUT ANYWAY WHO CARES SONIC WITH A SWORD <3<3<3<3

So anyway now the last picture:

Here we have another shot of the pirate crew! Now with Big included! Still not Knuckles though, which is weird because we know from the trailers this ship is his. I'm starting to wonder if they stole it from him lmao. I wonder who that lank is for, it looks to me as if someone else was about to use it to go to Knuckles ship, Big and Sails (lmao) are waving and everything, and Sails (lol) looks kind of nervous, so I'm guessing that it's not someone friendly.

Anyway i think that is all, until i have more time to think about it, or we get that footage from the game awards

[army-of-bee-assassins]

Hi, I have a question about image descriptions for photography only blogs.

I am autistic, I struggle with words very much. Both talking and typing. I can do it, but it takes a great deal of effort and is exhausting. I do not think in words unless I am scripting dialogue in my head.

I like taking pictures, I like sharing them as a way to communicate / express. It’s just pictures of things that caught my eye mostly, like leaves or a mushroom. And I don’t even really have any followers, I just like posting my pictures in case someone else comes across them and stops to look for a second and feels nice.

I want to be accessible, but trying to write anything about my pictures (even just “picture of a mushroom”) is a very big block for me. I’m not sure how to explain it without sounding silly, and somehow I feel very vulnerable asking this even though it’s anon.

I guess my question is - is it acceptable to do something like use an “undescribed image” tag so my photo posts could be filtered out?

I’m sorry if this was rambling. I’ve been trying to write this out for a while and I’m very anxious that it just sounds like I’m being lazy and not wanting to write an image description. There is so much I feel but cannot express, I’m sorry.

hey it's okay! i don't think you're coming across as lazy at all. i worded it in my post that the goal is for "as many people as possible" to write image descriptions - i know that not 100% of people (even sighted people) can write image descriptions and that's okay.

i would say, if you (general "you", not you, anon) are not sure if you can write image descriptions, then definitely try it out! even the most simple, bare-bones description is better than nothing. and you can always ask for help if you're not sure!

for you, anon, since the bare-bones description still is an obstacle, i do have a few tips! there is a discord dedicated to accessibility, where people request IDs and other people write them. it's very active! i've used it myself many times for tricky descriptions. the link to join is here. if you want, you can post your photos there to get a description. you can even just copy and paste the phrase "could someone write an id for this please?" so you don't have to figure out how to word the request. this server is also a great place for anyone to ask for help or tips in writing descriptions!

another thing you can do is, if someone ever reblogs any of your photography and adds an image description, copy and paste it into the original post. you don't even need to credit the person who wrote the description. this makes the post more accessible than simply reblogging the image description.

other than those two things, yes, you can definitely tag your posts to indicate there is no ID. most people i see use the tag "undescribed".

thank you for reaching out, anon! i appreciate that you are aware of your limits and are still trying to do what's right. and i know it took courage to reach out. i wish you all the best!