#if i think of him too much i might explode

[daddysl1ttl3toy3]

Daddy’s play time Part 1: Daddy told me I could play on the Xbox while he went to the shows but I might have to come off when he’s home. But when he got home he sat right behind me on the sofa and watched me play asking questions about what I was doing. Daddy said that I could play more often because I was so good but that I could only play if he was there to help me if I got stuck… well I did get stuck and turned around to see if daddy could help me and when I did I saw that he was wearing the same as me just a top and underwear. “It’s so hot today isn’t daddy” I giggled while asking for his help. “It sure is baby girl” daddy replied as he removed his hand from his boxers and grabbed the controller from me to help me on the bit I was stuck on. As he handed back the controller he said “you’re sitting too close to that screen baby you need to move back a bit.” I shuffled back a little “no baby right back here” daddy said as he grabbed my waist and pulled me back lining my Princess parts up with his but leaving a small gap so he could still see everything. The way he pulled me caused the fabric in my panties to bunch in my mound and show off every fold and bump perfectly. I giggled and said “okay daddy” as I continued to play daddy continued to play too although I didn’t know what he was doing as I wiggled and squired around trying to beat each lever and quest in the game it didn’t take long before daddy said “if you’re getting too hot you can always take some clothes off” I didn’t know but the heating was on full blast and the sun was breaking down on the big bay window “thank you daddy it is too hot” I took off my top but left my panties on exposing my delicate skin and bare perky little tits. Daddy took his top off too and continued to play with himself. About an hour passed and now sweat was starting to bead all over my body. Daddy said carefully, “baby girl I’m sorry but daddy needs to take his boxers off it’s too hot is that okay?” I nodded not really listening and then heard him say “do you need me to taken your panties off you too?” I nodded still focusing on my game as daddy peaked my panties off and began using them to jerk his hard cock admiring my pussy in detail close up for the first time. My legs slowly started to spread wider as I played exposing my glistening little pussy and tight little ass hole to daddy beautifully as daddy continued to jerk his hard cock into my damp panties in became too much as he wrapped the panties around the tip of his cock he exploded into them shooting his load filling and staining them with his juices. After that he grabbed the other controller and started playing the game with me for a little bit his hands resting on my ass then as he started to get hard again from the sight off my legs spread so wide, pussy exposed and glistening with sweat and my juices he got an idea. He leaned back but kept his hands fully outstretched and rested one side of the controller hand grip on my clit the vibrations from the games controller shot through me making a moan rip from my lips as my pussy visibly clenched and juices began flowing out from my tight little hole. Daddy kept the controller there for 30 minutes until I was just a moaning squirming messy little pile in front of him. “Right baby girl daddy wants the play a little game with you and if you do really really well then maybe I’ll take you shopping tomorrow and you can buy anything you want. Here’s the rules. Daddy is going to try and distract you but you have to focus on your game you have to keep playing no matter what. Do you think you can do that?” I giggle and nod excitedly “anything daddy?” I question. Daddy is quick to reply “yes baby I’ll buy you anything but daddy has one hour to distract you so much you drop your controller or you stop playing for a full minute.” I nod and continue playing as daddy starts his fun.

[unabletonotlovesatoru]

.°⋆🖇₊˚ෆ teddy’s notes: i’ve written this a while ago and edited it just now to post it bc im gonna disappear for a bit!! linked to this set of hcs about nanami and his yapper gf. enjoy!!

the bridal suite is a disaster zone.

gojo, for all his usual confidence, is quickly realizing that he is not equipped for this.

you’re pacing the length of the room, hands flailing, words spilling out of you at an alarming speed. your dress is pristine, your hair and makeup are perfect, and yet you look seconds away from spiraling into full-blown panic.

“what if i trip? what if i forget my vows? what if i start crying, and then i can’t stop crying, and then i can’t even get through my vows because i’m crying so much? what if i ugly cry, gojo? what if my shoe falls off—”

gojo, sitting lazily in a chair, legs crossed, chin propped up in his hand, watches you with something between amusement and mild concern.

“okay, first of all, if you trip, i’ll make it look intentional. maybe i’ll trip too. solidarity.” he grins. “second, if you forget your vows, just improvise. you never shut up anyway—”

“gojo!”

he winces at the sharp glare you shoot him, but then he sighs, pushing himself up from his chair.

“alright, alright, you’re freaking out. i get it.” he claps his hands together, as if hyping himself up. “we just need to—uh, meditate! breathe in, breathe out—”

he tries to demonstrate, taking a deep breath and motioning for you to follow. but you’re already shaking your head, completely ignoring him as you launch into another panicked spiral.

“and what if i walk down the aisle and see nanami and completely lose it? like, what if i start crying so hard i can’t even say ‘i do’? what if—”

gojo groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. he pulls his phone out of his pocket, quickly typing something, muttering under his breath.

“why am i even here? i told them i was the wrong choice for this.”

you don’t even notice when he hits send, too wrapped up in your own whirlwind of nerves. but then, just a few minutes later, there’s a knock at the door.

gojo glances at his phone, reading a new text, before pushing himself up with a satisfied sigh.

“right. that’s my cue.”

you blink, confused, as gojo makes his way to the door. he pauses, looking over his shoulder at you with a smug little grin.

“try not to explode.” he says, then slips out of the room.

and then—

the door opens again.

nanami is fixing the cuffs of his suit as he enters, but then his gaze lifts, and the moment he sees you, he just stops.

for a moment, everything is still.

you, who had been in a state of absolute panic just seconds ago, freeze the moment you see him. the nerves, the spiraling thoughts, all of it just—stops.

nanami, for his part, can’t move either. he had been prepared to talk you down, to reassure you, to do whatever he could to calm you—but seeing you now, standing there in your dress, looking at him like that—

he was expecting to see you in your dress, of course, but he hadn’t prepared himself for how stunning you would look. the way the fabric drapes around you, the way the light catches in your eyes—he doesn’t have words for it. he doesn’t think there are words.

he swallows. you look like something out of a dream.

the silence lingers for a few seconds, stretching between you.

and then, just as quickly, you move.

you’re practically running across the room, straight into his arms. his hands instinctively come up to hold you steady as you bury yourself against his chest, gripping his suit like you need something to anchor you, and just like that, everything unravels again.

“kento,” you mumble against his lapel, your voice slightly muffled, “i think i might throw up.”

his hand carefully slides up to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair in a slow, soothing motion. “you won’t.”

“but what if i do?” you pull back just enough to look up at him, eyes wide with worry. “or what if my shoe falls off while i’m walking down the aisle? that’s a real possibility, you know. oh god, what if i ugly cry during the vows? i know i’m going to ugly cry. it’s going to be so bad. someone’s going to record it and show it to me later, and then i’ll have to live with that forever—”

he exhales, shaking his head with the smallest hint of a smile. then, with his free hand, he gently tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch slow and deliberate.

“you won’t trip,” he murmurs, voice steady. “your vows will be perfect. and even if you cry, i’ll still think you’re the most beautiful person in the world.”

you sniffle, bottom lip jutting out slightly. “you’re just saying that because you have to.”

he huffs out something that isn’t quite a laugh but isn’t quite exasperation either. “i’m saying it because it’s true.”

for the first time all morning, you stop rambling. you just look at him, searching his face for any sign of doubt. but there is none. just quiet certainty, the kind that grounds you better than anything else ever could.

he squeezes your waist, a silent reminder that he’s right here.

you exhale slowly, shoulders finally starting to relax.

“better?” he asks.

you nod. “better.”

nanami studies you for a moment, like he’s making sure, and then, satisfied, he leans down to press the softest kiss to your forehead.

“good.” he says simply.

and somehow, with his steady hands and warm voice anchoring you, everything doesn’t feel so overwhelming anymore.

[acynicalsweetheart]

innocent! reader’s first time with dad curly ? :3 (losing virginity to him, but a very innocent reader ^_^)

hai anon u said very so i did VERY. hopefully didn’t go overboard. umm quite shitty tbh and i decided to rewrite in the middle of everything.. originally was in curly’s perspective but i said fuck that. sleep deprived at 7 in the morning so mistakes or typos may occur yah. wow 1.1k words should turn into a fic but whatever…

content warning: 18+, dead dove do not eat, daddy-daughter incest, like very gross ddlg, daddy kink, breeding kink, creampie, sex, innocence, virginity loss, tummy bulge

“Think you can take another? For daddy?” Curly speaks into your thigh, stroking his lips against the inner part of it and leaving a few kisses as he plunges in and out of you.

“Mmm…” you moan into your bitten lip, humping on three of his meaty fingers and getting them all sticky. 

Dad’s stretched you out enough but nothing feels enough. You need more. So much more that you don’t think you’d be satisfied eating him whole. 

Curling his fingers up to meet your spongy spot, you practically start levitating. 

“Oh,” you throw your head back with a whine, not being able to help the way your legs clamp shut around his hand—nearly his head, “oh, daddy… Something’s coming,” and that something starts in your toes, like butterflies beneath your skin making their way up your legs. Kind of tickles. 

“Shh, it’s okay, honey.” Curly whispers, keeps your legs spread with ease and continues to feed your tingles. “Don’t worry, dad’s right here. Cum for me, baby.”

His voice is all you need to explode, every nerve in your body on fire as dad gives you that familiar feeling you love so much. You squeeze his fingers so hard they might fall off, moaning breathlessly. Dripping down his forearm. 

“That’s my sweet girl.” Curly lets you ride it out, gently sliding his fingers out once you’ve come down from your high. 

Takes you a minute to notice them at your lips, dad looking at you like he wants you to lick them clean. So you do. 

Oddly sweet for a bodily fluid. 

You’re shaking like dad’s back massager, head empty like Uncle Jimmy’s wallet. That’s mean. Dad would give you a lecture if he could read your mind right now. 

Either way, you’re still throbbing between your legs. 

“More…” you mumble half-asleep for a second, getting up to rest on your elbows the other ‘cause you’ve gotten a sudden energy boost. “More, daddy, want more, pleaaseee!”

“Awh, baby,” Curly strokes your cheek with his non-sticky hand, tracing the outline of your jaw with his thumb. Makes you think of dad’s thumb where it belongs—your clitty. “Daddy’s gonna give you more.”

“Yay!”

“Just stay still, baby.” Dad pulls away and you try to not pout. 

Which is very easy when he takes off his underwear, finally letting his dick spring free—Uncle Jimmy taught you that word—It’s barbarically huge. It would be like trying to fit a coke can in a coin slot. 

“Okay.” You watch when he positions himself between your legs, free hand caressing your thigh again. 

“Tell me if it hurts, okay? Or if you need me to stop, or if you—mmmph!” You cut dad off by smacking your lips against his, kissing him like it’s the last time. Also ‘cause you couldn’t resist. “Baby,” Curly chuckles, petting your head, “I’m serious.”

“Me too, daddy.” 

“It’s okay, daddy’s gonna be gentle. Nice and slow, yeah?” He gives himself a few up-and-down strokes, a drop of stickiness running down his length. 

“Yeah…” Your eyes are glued to the reddish tip, holding a staring contest with it as Curly lines his coke can up with your coin slot. 

It doesn’t fit.

He keeps trying, getting a quarter inside before you involuntarily push him out again. Feels so different from his fingers. Harder. Like a rock. 

“Ow.” 

Dad’s face immediately falls, his spacey eyes with stars and galaxies in them staring into yours. Retreating, he cups your face in his hands, “sweetheart—“

“Daddy, nooo,” you whine—a little embarrassed you just gave him the wrong idea, “don’t stop!”

“…Alright, honey.” Curly keeps your face in one of his hands while he keeps trying to fit inside you with the other. 

After a struggle and a string of curses under his breath, you feel him sliding inside. Inch by inch. You keep it together ‘cause you don’t want him to stop again.

“Goodness,” dad exclaims and you giggle ‘cause he sounds old. Fondly, he smiles at you. Tries, anyway. He gasps only a second later, curls dampening and sticking to his forehead in real time, “you’re so tight, baby.”

“Tight is good.” You repeat what you once heard Uncle Jimmy tell Curly—struggling to understand why and how it’s good when it kind of hurts. 

“That’s right.” He kisses the tip of your nose, trailing his lips down to your neck to make you squirm. And suck him in deeper. “Gonna start moving, okay?” 

You nod your head, starting to feel withdrawal symptoms from your high that only dad can give you. 

Dad takes a moment and you wonder if he’s praying. He reaches out to hold your hand before he finally starts moving—sinking deeper inside till you feel him bump against what you suppose is the end of the line, and moving out again. 

Noises spill out of you before you can stop them, holding on to Curly’s hand for dear life. “Dad…”

He meets your lips with his, continuing with his agonisingly slow pace that has you seeing stars. You’re moaning into each other’s mouths, swallowing all noises. You would’ve found it funny if you weren’t too busy trying to not explode already. 

A sticky string connects you to dad once he pulls away, carefully moving back to see your entire body. “Taking me so well, look at that,” Curly nods to your tummy, a visible bump moving in tandem with his hips. 

“Daddy’s inside me,” you curiously slide your hand down to feel it, looking up at dad’s flushed face. He’s pretty like a rose. Kind of aged. Pink cheeks. Red ears. 

Cute.

“Mhm, baby,” he pants like a dog, a shiny layer of sweat coating his chest and tummy, “daddy’s so deep inside you.”

“Wow.” You wrap your legs around Curly, intertwining your fingers like lovers. The way he keeps hitting your sweet spot is making you see stars. “Daddy, it’s coming again.”

“Fuck,” dad actually moans, his thumb moving to circle your clitty just the way he knows you like it, “let it, baby.”

“I love you, daddy,” you mewl, mouth open and squeezing his hand even harder as the tingles build up in your body again. 

“I love you more,” dad presses his clammy forehead to yours, staring right into your eyes and panting right into your mouth, “so much more, fuck—“ 

Is all it takes for you to explode, body tensing up as you cream on dad’s dick with a loud squeal. 

Curly’s hips stutter against yours, thumb leaving your clitty and moving to white-knuckle the sheet next to your head. The sound of skin slapping echoes and it’s dad’s turn to grip your hand for dear life. “Oh, baby.” 

“Daddy,” you eye him like a Renaissance painting in a museum, helping by moving your hips too, “come for me.” 

You think it’s what dad tells you all the time.

He buries his face into your neck, muffling his noises and tensing up. You grab onto Curly’s bicep to brace yourself, holding on when his dick kicks inside you—shooting warm bursts of you-have-no-idea deep in your tummy. 

[elene78-blog]

TGR SPOILERS : Longing Jerejean

I want a damn fic where all of Jeremy and Jean's longing explodes.

How do you imagine it would be?

I can clearly see that they begin to test each other with caresses, comfort, hugs, and perhaps kisses on the face. But all this after Jeremy leaves his family and his stupid hookups (because this is going to happen, we know). He begins a mourning process similar to Jean's at TSC, but he already has ties to everyone, so his transition is smoother than Jean's.

And he has Jean. Jean, who has already been through something "similar." I have no doubt that when Jeremy gets out of his situation, Jean will tell him "I got out that way too," and will finally tell him how he got out of The Nest and that it was Riko who destroyed him.

With this, Jeremy never plans to back down. Not because he is in love with Jean (which he will be at that moment and it will be one of the elements that makes him take the step, but not the only one), but because he knows that he is doing the right thing. He knows that he deserves to get ahead too.

I can imagine Jeremy being depressed, but approaching Jean in the kitchen and asking him to teach him how to cook something basic, or at least tell him what those foods are called in French. They flirt gently. Jeremy takes refuge in his French study because he really likes speaking French. He begins to sleep the hours that correspond to him and to drink less coffee, to have more breaks because he needs them and he has deprived himself of them too much not to think. Go back to the therapist or find a new one. He plays with Jabberwocky a lot. I think he might pursue hobbies in organizing trips or something, thinking he wants to travel outside of California since he's never been able to go out much for his family, dragging Jean into it too.

They could talk about traveling to France together when the season ends. It's a promise between the two.

And they flirt gently, caress each other a lot (not sexually, not yet) and kiss each other on the face or hands. There are hugs too, although only at home.

Just for now.

They both know it in the first quarter of the next book.

Actually, all Trojans know this.

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

So I was thinking about Dark Stan and Dark Ford and like what if Dark Stan and Dark Ford are constantly fighting because of their issues.

Dark Stan doesn’t care about himself he just wants to protect Ford, make sure Ford’s okay, it doesn’t matter it at the cost of himself! Ford is being all weird being all over protective over him, he doesn’t need it but it is okay for Stan to be over protective of Ford.

And Darn Ford is like he wants to protect Stan,he wants to support him, stop trying to self sacrifice yourself for me, Stan only I can do that, as your older brother.

Basically they have the same issues as normal Cat Stan and Ford but with the Darker twist they might just non stop fighting because both are hypocrites and don’t like getting over protected but neither of them are taking a step back and being hm, what I am doing is exactly what my brother is doing, I should stop.

Dark Ford and Stan are either bffs for life or mortal enemies and no in-between. They love each other so much but can't accept that the other wants to protect them. A vicious cycle.

I imagine they're like on and off brothers lol. Spend some time being the best of friends, until one gets a little too reckless and the other too protective and then they explode and can't stand each other for a few days, but then get sad thinking about their bro all by himself and make up. Then do it all over again.

[quinny19]

Sleeping my way to victory-part 2

Scenario 1: A Day in the Life of (Y/N) (or, How Are They Even Functioning?)

Outside of U.A., your daily routine was… questionable at best.

You woke up late. Always. If there wasn’t school, you might not wake up at all. Your alarm clock? Useless. You had trained yourself to sleep through it.

Your room? A mess of blankets and pillows, because why sleep in just one spot when you could rotate like a cat?

Breakfast? If you remembered. Or if you weren’t still half-asleep while grabbing whatever was closest (once, you almost ate a packet of sugar thinking it was rice).

Going outside? Only if necessary. Grocery store trips were a chaotic mix of you getting lost in the aisles, standing in front of the snack section for way too long, and once, somehow ending up in a pet store without realizing it.

Your life at home was pure chaos, but somehow, you survived.

And then, when school came around, you’d drag yourself there, still half-asleep, only to dominate in training without even trying.

Your classmates had questions.

Scenario 2: Bakugo Tries to Wake You Up (Again)

"Oi, wake up."

You grumbled something incoherent, turning your head away from the voice disturbing your peace.

"Wake the hell up, dumbass!"

A pillow smacked into your face.

Your eyes cracked open slightly. Bakugo was looming over you, arms crossed, glaring like he was about to explode.

You blinked. "Mmm?"

"It’s lunchtime!" he barked. "You seriously slept through the whole damn morning! How the hell do you function?!"

You sat up, stretching, still looking half-dead. "Mmm… brain off, instincts on."

Denki, who had been watching the interaction, snickered. "Man, Bakugo, you really love waking (Y/N) up, huh?"

Bakugo twitched. "I DON’T LOVE—!"

Kirishima patted his back. "Bro, it’s okay. You can admit it."

"SHUT UP!"

Meanwhile, you had already laid back down, completely unfazed. "Too much noise…"

Bakugo clenched his fists. "YOU'RE NOT GOING BACK TO SLEEP!"

You ignored him.

He grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the classroom.

"Oi��"

"You’re eating lunch today, dumbass. No excuses."

Denki gasped dramatically. "Kacchan, you care about their well-being! How cute!"

Bakugo almost threw you at him.

Scenario 3: Beach Chaos (or, How (Y/N) Almost Died But Didn’t Even Notice)

The class trip to the beach was supposed to be relaxing.

It was relaxing.

Until you almost drowned.

Correction: you didn’t drown—you were just… floating away.

You had fallen asleep on a floaty, peacefully drifting further and further from shore, completely unaware that the waves had carried you away.

The class? Losing their minds.

"OH MY GOD, (Y/N)!" Mina shrieked. "THEY’RE—THEY’RE DRIFTING AWAY!"

Uraraka gasped. "Do they even know?!"

"OF COURSE NOT, THEY’RE SLEEPING!" Denki yelled.

Kirishima was already stripping off his shirt. "I’ll go get them!"

Todoroki calmly made an ice path across the water. "I’ll retrieve them."

Meanwhile, Bakugo stood on the shore, looking beyond pissed.

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY SLEEPING THROUGH THIS?!" he roared.

You? Still asleep. Peaceful. Unbothered. No thoughts, only floaty.

Todoroki skated across the water, grabbed your floaty, and dragged you back to shore.

You woke up slightly as the floaty touched the sand. "Mmm…?"

"You almost drifted out to sea," Iida lectured, waving his arms. "That was extremely irresponsible!"

You yawned. "…Felt nice, though."

Bakugo twitched. "YOU ALMOST DROWNED, YOU IDIOT!"

"Mmm… but I didn’t."

The class collectively lost it.

Scenario 4: Girls’ Hangout (or, They Treat You Like a Sleepy Baby)

You weren’t sure how you ended up here.

Mina had kidnapped you (dragged you from class while you were half-asleep), and now you were at the mall with the girls.

Uraraka clapped her hands. "Okay! Shopping time!"

Momo smiled. "We should get snacks later."

Jiro glanced at you, who had been leaning on her shoulder for the last ten minutes. "Uh… is (Y/N) gonna wake up?"

Mina waved a hand. "Nah, this is normal."

Toru giggled. "They’re like a sleepy little pet."

"…I can hear you," you muttered.

Mina hugged you dramatically. "Awww, you’re so cute when you’re sleepy!"

You sighed, letting them drag you around while you dozed in and out.

You didn’t fight it. They weren’t letting you go anyway.

Scenario 5: At Home (or, How Are You Even Alive?!)

Bakugo didn’t know what to expect when he visited your apartment.

He definitely didn’t expect chaos.

Blankets everywhere.

Half-empty cups of tea on random surfaces.

Your fridge? Full of energy drinks, snacks, and exactly one actual meal.

Your laundry? A mix of clean and dirty because you forgot which was which.

Bakugo stood in your doorway, horrified. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"

You sat on your couch, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito. "Home?"

"HOW DO YOU LIVE LIKE THIS?!"

You shrugged. "Mmm… survival instincts?"

He was going to combust. "YOU HAVE NO INSTINCTS, DUMBASS!"

You blinked slowly at him. "Mmm. Still alive, though."

"BARELY!"

Bakugo swore, swore that from now on, he’d check on you.

Not because he cared or anything.

…Definitely not.

Scenario 6: Bakugo vs. The Sleeping Menace (Again)

"You’re fighting me today!"

"…Mmm."

Bakugo twitched. "That’s not an answer!"

You yawned, rubbing your eyes. "…Why?"

"BECAUSE I SAID SO!"

The entire class watched, amused.

Denki leaned over to Kirishima. "Five bucks says they win in three moves."

Kirishima smirked. "Two moves."

Sero chuckled. "One move."

Bakugo exploded forward.

You sighed, dodged without even looking, and accidentally knocked him out of bounds.

One move.

You yawned. "Mmm… nap time."

Denki cheered. "HA! Sero wins!"

Bakugo, lying in the dirt, screamed into the void.

The End (For Now)

Bakugo had one goal: Beat you at least once.

Your goal? Sleep.

And, maybe, tease him a little while you were at it.

Because no matter how hard he tried…

You always won.

[likethexan]

i think about huaisang's rage a lot. it's not loud or boisterous like his brother's, not escalating or expeditious like jin guangyao's. it's like a breeze, silent, almost untraceable, but there. it's a rage that waited over a decade to age into fine wine, a rage to not only hurt but destroy.

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Day one suffering rivals withdrawl i need to see my big mann,,,,,,

[fanfenomenon]

ratonhnhaké:ton… my son… you should’ve been at the club…

[juniperrabbit]

hajime aikawa youre everything to me

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

I know in the grand scheme of things that this is by no means a lot, but it doesn't stop me from being FLOORED by the reception of my Rayllum Month stuff?!?! Like these PROPORTIONS are NUTS to me and I'm just over here in my bedroom sobbing my eyes out that my stuff (apparently) resonates with people the way I really want it to.

(^ the proportions in question)

Like, out of 895 people, and SO FAST (6 days, as of my posting this), 15 subscribed and I've got 79 kudos?! And 16 bookmarks?! AND 17 PEOPLE CARED ENOUGH TO COMMENT WHAT THE HECK?!?!?! I'm an emotional mess you guys and ik it's not a lot but it means EVERYTHING to me that people like my writing and I just CAN'T-

[jils-things]

what if we were in a zombie apocalypse but we fell in love and piss nick the fuck out

[bmpmp3]

Getting into stuff that has a lot of pre-announced release dates is really good for me like vocal synthesizer products and new love live etc franchise music releases....I'll be lying in bed at like 2 AM with ur usual 20-something's fear and existentialism over time and the future and then I'll remember a piece of singing software or a new song related to cartoon characters I like is gonna come out like next month and I'm like 😌

[woodlandscab1n]

Lethanfield about to kill me right now like what the fuck

I cannot even begin to explain 😭 the utter fuckery happening here, i know crumb is all silley with this ship but DOES IT KNOW. DOES IT KNOW WHAT IT JUST CREATED

I rlly like the idea for my own nefarious reasons tho . :] (IS GOING TO IGNORE EVERYTHING AND JUST THINK OF THEM ACTUALLY JUST HAPPY)

[oneroomjestershow]

Hellooo, I was wondering, is Eli insecure with their real form?

(if by 'real' you mean 'true' then maybe you mean their mosnter form? i personally don't consider none of them a true form (or maybe all of them?), but i will take it as that)

At first I was going to say no, but now that I think about it, it would be yes. It's not like they are directly insecure about it, but it's true that that side of theirs fills them with doubt and fear about themselves.

Is like a cycle: Eli's troubles go around losing control of their own body, but their own insecurity and fear about it fuel that idea, and it manifests in small inconveniences, which fuels the idea more.

His own mind it's the one giving them the problem, she has a human mind after all.

For a moment i was going to say no because they know they can induce fear at first sight or damage at the slightest touch, and they are confident about it, but the insecurity comes in other times. Taking care of someone? Petting a small animal? Being too close to people? When he feel damage shouldn't be on the situation is when Eli feels the most helpless and dangerous if they get inside their thoughts too much.

That thought is internalized, it's not like they are directly thinking about it nonstop, but it shapes her behaviour.