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yuyu1024 · 7 months ago

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Lettuce

Pairings: Mingyu × y/n

Genre/tags: non idol, dating

Warning: 🔞 fluff but still smut, pet names (babes, baby, love, honey, sweetheart etc.), cursing, unportected/protected sex (always be safe), kinks (size, breeding, tits, etc), mention of small age gap, mention of low self-esteem/confidence and insecurities

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 2.6k

Disclaimers:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: been away. I didnt know if I should post this or delete but then... I dont want effort to go to waste so.. 😅 i hope this is an okay one.

Have a nice day.

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"Are you still waiting for your ride home?"

You look at the group of girls standing a few feet away from you. They are from the department across your office.

"Is your boyfriend late?" She adds a follow up question

You smile, "I am." You cautiously answer.

They are not your friends so you are not comfortable to share more than that. And also they are known to be the gossipers in the officr so, any details about your personal life would be the next topic for the next few weeks if you share anything with them.

"It's already late... are you sure he's still coming?" One girl asks.

Luckily, the bus arrives just in time for them to hurry in. No time for you to even chat with them anymore.

"Thank goodness..." you sigh feeling relieved.

*pings*

🐶: sorry, im late. 😭

🐶: i helped an old lady cross the street.

🐶: didn't know she would ask me to also help her get boxes of soju in her shop.

🐶: she admitted to pretending to struggle crossing the street so she can ask anyone to help her and his son 🙃 and then made me buy a whole bunch of lettuce.

🐶: like a whoke bunch😶

🐶: you like lettuce right babe?😚

You smile as you read your boyfriend's text. You don't know if its you imagining him pouting because he feels sorry he made you wait or its because he felt used and scammed.

💖: you're so silly.

💖: its still a good deed so its okay 😊

🐶: but i am 10mins late.

🐶: i cant let my princess wait for me.

💖: i can wait. As long as its you... ♥️

You see him read the message and then not reply.

"Hello stranger..."

You got startled when Mingyu embraces you from behind and kissed you on the cheek.

"Yah! You scared me." You slap his arm

"Sorry..." he giggles and kissed you again. This time on the lips.

"Stop..." you say, blushing. "We are outside."

"So...?" He grins and then puts his arm around you. "We are a couple. Who the fuck cares?"

You roll your eyes. "You know people judge..."

"No... they are just jealous because I am dating a wonderful woman..."

You shake your head. "No... they are not jealous because of me..." you push him away. Forcing a laugh. "Probably because you look good in that double denim look."

Here you go again with your self pity and self judging. You always do this. 'This' notion that you are way below over any other girl and that you are just lucky Mingyu is your boyfriend. You always make an effort to put yourself down without even noticing that Mingyu does not like it.

He fucking loves you. Inside and out. From head to toe. From front to back. He even loves it when you are not at your best behavior nor position. He just... loves you. Period.

But on your end, even with a million reassurance, you always doubt yourself for him.

***

Arriving at his apartment, the first thing you did was announce that you are going to take a shower. You didn't even looked at him when you said it. You're not mad at him or whatever. You are just guilty and feel sorry for being down out of the blue. You didn't even talked that much during the ride home.

"Hey..." he takes you by your arm and pulls you close for an embrace. He kissed the top of your head and then forehead. "Take your time... I'm going to cook dinner."

You smile with no teeth showing. "Okay..." your voice sounding almost a whisper.

"Anything in particular you want? We have meat, fish and vegetables... like a lot of lettuce..." referring to the whole plastic the old lady sell him. "You want something with soup or fried? Ramyun or pasta?"

"Hmm... I like pasta... and a salad on a side?"

"Okay... as you wish my princess..."

The whole apartment smells like a five star restaurant. The fragrance is to die for and makes your mouth water. When you got out of the bedroom, hair still damp, you got suprised by how extravagant Mingyu arranged the dining area. Fancy plates, lit candles, wine glasses and a bottle of his favorite red win. All of a sudden, iy felt like you entered an Italian restaurant wearing your baby pink pajamas and hello kitty slippers.

"Hi, babe." Mingyu is a ray of sunshine while putting on a few more finishing touches on the table. "Ready to eat?"

"Aww..." your heart is aching with pure joy. He is the sweetest man alive.

You stumble your way to him, caused by your own feet. He managed to catch you giggling with you. You look silly but he find it cute. And then as your eyes met he immediately captures your lips for a kiss. Small pecks that got deeper and more seductive. The kisses are loud that it echoes and bounce off the walls of the apartment. He can't also stop touching every curve of your body. From your hips, to your ass and to your tits. He even lifted your shirt so he can access your bra and yank one side down exposing you boob.

"M-mingyu...." you giggle as you try to pull away from the kiss. He does not want to let you go. He keeps on chasing your pink lips whenever a gap starts to build in betweem his. "We need to eat... the food will get cold..."

He didn't answer. He leans lower so he could give love on your exposed bud. He suck it first before he lets his tongue lick it and make your squirm.

"M-mingyu..." you inhale. "The food...?"

He finally lets you go, smiling. "Fine." He chased one more kiss. "But after we eat..." and another one. "I'd like to go straight to dessert." And another one. "You know I love my dessert." He says, bitting his lower lip while grinning like a mad dog.

"You're crazy!" You pinch his nose.

"Crazy over you..." he growls and suddenly picks you up off the floor. He puts your legs around his waist and you automatically hang your arms over his shoulder to hold on.

"Yah!"

"I can't wait. I think I want to begin our dinner with dessert first." His eyes is filled with desire and he is ready to wreck you.

Kicking the door open to your bedroom, Mingyu lays you down gently but in a hurry at the same time. He is on a mission. He is not going to make love to you. He will FUCK your brains out tonight. You know that look in his eyes.

"No condoms... I need to feel you... skin to skin..." he pulls his shirt off and throws it, hitting the wall, then begins to unbuckle his belt and pants. "And I'll like to fill you up until it leaks out of your pussy." He adds, grinning

"Oh God..." you try to get a hold of yourself. Not ready for what is coming

He pushes down his pants and underwear in one go. His length springs free and is up, steady and hard. It's tip glistening with pre cum.

"Turn around..."

You do as he says and go on fours on top of the bed. He pulls your pants down, revealing a bare and wet pussy ready to be torn.

"No panties huh..."

You blush. "Well... I know we'll have sex today... I just didn't know its going to be this soon..."

Mingyu hovers on your back, hand sliding up and down your curves. "Do you want me to stop and just go on with dinner?"

You lower your heard, embarassed, even though he's not seeing how turned on and red you are. "No... I would never say no to you..." after a few breaths in you look back, cheeks red and warm. "You know sex with you is my only addiction."

"Fuck yeah it is..." he says proudly and satisfied

He eases himself in, slowly but deliciously. He skipped prepping you. He can't wait anymore. His dick is aching and wanting to feel your walls.

"I'll be a little rough to you today, babe." He smacks your ass and a moan escapes your lips. "I didn't like what you did earlier..."

"Ughhh!" He slams strong and consistent. It's driving you insane how he could hit the very back of your cervix. Actually he could hit every thing inside you. Thats how long and thick he is. "W-hat... what did... I do?" You arch your back and pushed your upper body up so he can embrace you and touch your body as he thrust your brains out.

"You know..." he grunts as he adjusts and tries to go deeper, even though he is already at the deep end of your insides. "I don't like it... when you don't appreciate yourself..." he inhales and exhales as he feels you clench and make it tighter. "Fuck! Babe!" He kisses the curves of your neck and bites on your shoulder when he feels the tightness thats make it fucking sensational for him

You ubotton your top to give him access to your chest. You didn't unhook your bra though. You just pulled the ladies out and the bra helps give them a push up.

"You are beautiful... sexy... and a wonderful woman..." he pushes your hair out of his way so he can kiss your neck. "Love yourself... the way I love you."

He then pulls out, almost making you cry and beg. But them makes you turn around to face him.

"Can you?" He asks with the most loving eyes

You crash your lips to his. Pushing your tongue in him. You didn't stop until you hear a moany cry from your boyfriend. His brows then creases when you playfully bite his lower lip. "I want to..."

"But what?" He carries you off the bed and pins you to the wall, beside the window of your bedroom. Your one leg touching the ground while the other is hooked over his forearm. "Answer me, babe."

He slams back in you. Stronger and much deeper. Which confused you coz how? Its not like your cervix can expand. But thats what it felt when he slammed you. It didn't hurt. It felt insane actually. Insanely goodm

"You are kind... sweet... caring... hardworking... knows what you like and dislike... respectful..."

You are catching your breathe in your throat. Its like you are choking from excess pleasure. You try to speak but you can't let go of the high. So instead of speaking, you just shook your head.

"You don't agree?" He asks. Mingyu looks at you with his puppy eyes and showered you with kisses. Then he kept repeating all the good qualities you have as a person and even physically.

He really is telling you every bits about you. Everything that he loves and dislike but accepts coz it is you. It is part of you. He really do love you.

"What can I do... to reassure you?"

You put your hand over his mouth. Not to shut him down but to hush him for a second. Just for a moment until you get it all out for him.

"Fuck me!" You cry as you can't help but cry more of his name. You are so close to your orgasm. "Nggghhhh...!"

You shut your eyes ready to explode but then Mingyu pulls away from your hand, takes you back in bed to finish, when he suddenly says the two words you didn't expect him to say while he's fucking your brains out

"Marry me..." he says.

Your eyes opens, looks at him in pure shock and bliss. "W-wha..." you can't finish your words. He was hammering you. You can't answer. "Mingyu!" You moan his name so loud when your world spun around.

"I love you." He grunts as he see you melt and when he pushed into you a few more times, he finally begins release himself you. All the warmth and every drop of him in you. "Fuck!" He exhales, dropping his body on you but not his weight. "I love you..." he says again. "So much..." he kisses your shoulder and then your cheek. "So... what do you say?" He smirks

"Suddenly?" You look at him, confused.

"Hmmm..." he scrunches his nose, still wearing the smile on his lips. "Not really..."

He then gets up, pulling out of you, which felt like you got more naked than what you are now. More exposed.

"Wait lemma clean you first."

He runs into the bathroom and takes a towel to wipe you clean. Just clean enough to be presentable but not totally wipe his seeds off you. He wants that in there.

And then he runs out of the room.

"Where are you going? Babe?" You are confused. Why is your man running outside the bedroom ass naked

Giggling as you see him comeback in and carrying the plastic bag of lettuce.

"Huh? What's that for?" You sit up and wrap the thin white blanket to your body.

"I lied. Well... we still going to have salads and all..." he is mumbling. "This should be over dinner... but... I could not help myself earlier so..."

"Mingyu... what is going on...?"

Laughing but still trying to pull a serious face. "It was true that an old lady sold me this but... as I was helping her she took the paper bag the came wit this... and I panicked." He sits down beside you. "I didn't want to put it in my jacket or pocket coz... it will be obvious... and when we walk and your cold you always put your hand in my jacket's pockst so..."

"Mingyu!" You grab his face and kissed him. To make him focus. "Just say it..." you are giggling now too.

"Okay..." a soft smile spreads to his lips. "I know... you may think... I'm still young and naive."

"No you're not..."

"Yeah but... still... anyways..." he nervously laughs. "Like I said... you are an amazing woman. Anyman who you choose to love will be the luckiest. And thankfully its me..." he then goes down to his one knee and pulls out a black box from the plastic of lettuce. "I said I didn't like what you did earlier... you looking down at yourself... but that does mean I hate you or mad at you for it... I just say that because I care.. I want you to feel... assured and happy." He opens the box and shows the most brightest ring you ever saw in your life. "If I have to always reassure you for the rest of our lives... I don't fucking care. I am up for it. I love you and I can't live a day without you." Pulling out the ring and taking your hand. "Please marry me... I will serve you and love you forever..."

You watch him put the ring on your finger.

"So...?" He looks at you with doe eyes

Letting go of the blanket covering your body, you launch yourself to him, making you guys fall on the floor. "I love you Kim Mingyu..." you say first before kissing him. "Forever is not a bad idea..." you kiss him again. "Of course I will accept."

"Sorry if I proposed to you after sex... at diner would've been fantastic"

"Don't say sorry... I do love your way..." you get up from embracing him. "It brings back to how we started."

He sits back up. "Right."

Then you stare at your ring. "Who could've guessed that... I will be marrying the guy I met and fucked at a friend's birthday?"

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zeropro · 2 months ago

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So I’ve seen you draw and tag a couple of different ships, just wondering which are your favorite???

Love your art btw :D

Thank you!

I don’t have a specific ship i'm particularly loyal to, so I guess I’ll rate them and also provide my own headcanons:

(disclaimer i dont know ship names so imma just try my best)

Trine-shipping: yes, put the three of them together, I don’t care. familial, sexual, romantic, platonic, its all good. I go crazy seeing them stand next to each other in the cartoon what do you want from me.

thunderwarp: I see this one a lot and I quite like it. these two being mates with starscream doing his own thing kinda makes sense considering starscream has a bunch of other ships. also makes it fun when something happens to one of them and starscream is left in the awkward position of having to deal with that.

thunderstar: been thinking about this one more lately. they’re like foils to each other. thundercracker’s a good boy to starscream’s bad boy, and he does such a concern about all the morally dubious stuff starscream gets up to. but at the same time, he admires starscream’s ambition and rizz and starscream the kinda bot that would pull you so high if you followed him. I think out of anyone, starscream is the closest to actually trusting thundercracker.

starwarp: i had this thought one time of what if skywarp is like the horniest asexual and starscream is the most traumatized aromantic, and how would that even work XD nothing solid in the works just an idea that I had. ive seen these two less often outside of trine shipping but it can be pretty hot. I like when they are being protective of each other. I always see skywarp as more emotionally open than his trinemates and starscream can use some of that open and honest emotional love and care. someone to forcfully make him accept being loved. someone who will actually push back when he’s being stupid. and with skywarp being loyal to megatron, so much angst potential for both of them.

starbee: im a sucker for the whole ghost bee starscream dynamic. I already made a post about these two, and after all this time I still really enjoy this ship. I think characters that don’t actually like each other at first but grow into a mutual respect is so tasty. I think some people don’t like the ship because they headcanon bee as too young? well, starscream is actually younger in my fic lmao, but also they’re like 6 million years old and are born with full adult processing capabilities, I don’t think age matters here :P its less about intimacy for me anyway. I like them together because of how much it takes to get there.

starwavewave: okay this one is 100% fueled by tfone but guyssss guysss theyre married and megatron is their son and im just aaaagh dont seperate them! such a kookie dynamic, the cool headed soundwave, the emotionally volatile shockwave, the arrogant yet cowardly starscream, all being fail dads to their little scamp leader. hahaha. high command polycule

megastar: gasp, rated above skystar. yes, I just find this dynamic more interesting. I like an abusive ship sometimes for the angst but I also enjoy seeing megatron when he isnt abusive? kinda catharsis maybe. I read a fic once where the war is over and starscream invites megatron to one of optimus’ high profile parties and is appalled at megatron showing up in robot equivalent of underdressed, meanwhile megatron the working class miner is like “I washed, what else was I supposed to do” XD and I just love that haha. theres just so many ways to take it. I wont be doing any megastar in my au, I just tag anything that has megatron and starscream interacting with megastar cuz thats the dynamic to me

skystar/jetstar: iddkkkkk i know this is the most popular ship but it’s just!! idk! its not as interesting to me haha. I love this as a past ship, they were roommates in college, starscream opened himself to someone, chose to become close and then was hurt by it. just another wound on starscream’s spark before he ever even meets megatron. I don’t think theyd get back together after the ice. idk how well I can write this so I’ll just explain how it happens in my au here: skyfire died and starscream created this version of skyfire in his mind that was perfect, he memorialised him because he was dead! you just cant live up to how someone remembers you. I think that was part of the reason why starscream reacts so badly when skyfire “betrayed” him. unlike thundercracker, skyfire knows how to set healthy boundaries. not to mention he’d been on ice for four million years, lost his entire life, everyone he knows, and his entire civilisation, planet, and culture to a war he had no part in. bot’s gonna be upset. pissed off even. skyfire shouldnt have to be some soft sparked punching bag for starscream, he’s kind and a pacifist but he’s also going to get upset and have feelings. I think starscream’s betrayal would hit pretty hard, he’d gonna be upset about how much starscream’s changed, how much damage starscream helped cause during the war, and also starscream shooting him in the back for wanting to protect the native wildlife! when they properly talk to each other again it’s going to be heated on both sides, and I think after some hard work from both sides they could end up in a place where they are willing to be friends again, but I don’t think they’d conjunx. skystar isnt end game to me, but it is canon and an important part of the story

starop: I think ive read one fic where I really liked this ship. it’s just such a random pairing. my initial reaction is just noooo optimus prime?? but that guy’s everyone’s dad! Ive been told a big part of it is they’re both megatron’s ex’s and that’s pretty funny. not for me sadly haha (opxmegatronoldmanyaoiotpfrfr)

starjack…wheelstar? whatever the starscream and wheeljack one is. I’m not into this one. I see where people are coming from with it, but wheeljack isnt an interesting character to me. they can be science bros tho

starscream and windblade: ive seen this like once or twice. not for me. windblade is like, starscream’s daughter or something idk XD

soundstar: uuuh i dont see it. sorry! i legit have no thoughts on soundstar. theyre coworkers XD. ive seen fics where the seekers are really young and soundwave moms them, and that’s really cute. okay, I like soundwave as a caretaker if the seekers are young, but yeah I don’t think I understand this one.

shockstar: nooooooo. tho ironically theres more canon content there to fuel this one than soundstar (is this emotion?) but still no XD I don’t even hate shockwave! let him be sunstorm’s dad, that’s cute. but no, shockewave too creepy. no ship. they are also coworkers

what other ship is there even? oh yeah

starprowl: this is apparently a really popular ship?! I guess in a way prowl is sort of like the autobot’s starscream, undermining his leader, arrogant, willing to do the dubious play. they’re both ruthless. I like this one better than starjacked, but its still an odd pairing to me.

oh! knockout and starscream, i can kinda see it? like, as a rebound after breakdown? I like knock out and breakdown, so I’d only see these two as like friends or if something happened to breakdown. they’re a LOT of fun when they interact tho heh heh, perfectly clashing personalities

on the topic of tfp, I guess starscream and arcee is a ship? I can see this similar to my enjoyment of starbee, they’d have to work reeaally hard for this one to work but they have had potentially positive interactions in the show (before starscream screws it up) so its possible in a better world where starscream doesnt suck they could become friends. him killing cliffjumper is gonna be a huge hurdle tho!

dont talk to me about airachnid

do people ship starscream and ratchet? I don’t ship it, but I do really like interactions between them. starscream is so terrible but he also gets hurt a lot. ratchet is grumpy and prejudice but he’s the best doctor and he’ll fix him up! I like when something terrible happens to starscream and ratchet cant help but feel bad for the guy. that’s the good stuff.

lastly i have been asked a few times on trinebee. im assuming this is bumblebee and the trine. i hadnt thought about it but it makes sense! if youre a starbee shipper, but you also support trine propaganda, then it only makes sense to bring bee into the trine. also bee and thundercracker are friends! the only ones who havent really had any interaction is bee and warp, and honestly idk if I see those two getting along but bumblebee is everybody’s friend so XD I’m sure it’ll work out!

and i think those are all the thoughts i have on the ships!

no hate on anyone who ships any of these!!! you all do what you do, these are just my opinions, and honestly I’m just not a huge shipper to begin with haha. I am…unsure if there will be any shipping content in my au, I write my scenarios very much “canon but to the left” and so it comes out very sex-less because romance and intimacy is just not the type of content I’m in the business of writing. but, idk, i think about it sometimes. sometimes I think about the end of chapter one of thundercracker’s origin, the night starscream took thundercracker out on a not-date. i think, who knows, in some version of the story maybe they shared a kiss? maybe they went back to the apartment and things went further? maybe. but of course, in every version of the story, starscream is gone the next morning.

happy valentrine’s day!

#transformers #starscream #skywarp #thundercracker #transformers shipping #opinions #megatron #skyfire

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bonefall · 3 months ago

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the ShadowClan talk made me look through Brokenstar's BB Tags, and. a) is Lizardstripe still related to Finchflight, if you are keeping Finch-Dawn as a couple (with Dawncloud's age redux)? b) i keep seeing stuff about Snowtuft and killing kits, but i cant find anything actually detailing on that on the blog, and one of the older posts also mentions that Blizzardwing is either his son/grandson AND that Lizardstripe's mother was the kit he couldn't kill. what is all that about, im dying to know.

This is info that's scattered across a bunch of different posts, plus more deets and changes I haven't had a chance to dive into. Snowtuft committed an atrocity which would torment his victims and descendants for generations, for both its legacy and its trauma.

SO I wanna put as much of it as possible into one place for now, so you don't have to go guessing based on older posts. Especially since some of those posts are long outdated, but I haven't contradicted them yet.

To start the story of the two families, it begins with Snowtuft and the bloody end of the Crusade Era.

CONTENT WARNING; this is one of BB's darkest tales. It involves depictions of xenophobic violence, child murder, war crime, PTSD, abuse, and kidnapping. BB!Snowtuft's a bad kitty!

SEE: Kitten Stealing

(Also: After writing it out, I kinda realized this would be great as a BB entry on its own. I should come back and clean this up someday.)

PART 1: THE LAST CRUSADE

Cedarstar inherited the Crusades from Houndstar, continuing them more out of respect for her legacy than true zealotry.

He had actually been chosen as a deputy because he would run the Clan while she was off gallavanting.

He wasn't a pushover or anything, just prefered logistics. Him and Pinestar were tragically ahead of their time.

...but like other cats of his time, he was from a culture that didn't extend personhood beyond the Clans. So, he continued the Crusades.

Even though they weren't getting easier.

Crystal of Chelford had already used a new tool to carve a red future for the cats of the town...

and what were once defenseless little targets began to unite into organized, armed response teams.

Non-BloodClan "zones" got rarer and rarer.

The territory and underlings of an influential cat named Jay were among the last holdouts, so it's where most of ShadowClan's raids were launched.

And on one of these raids... it happened fast.

Snowtuft turned an alley and was ruthlessly attacked. He defended himself.

In the confusion, another assailant ran towards him. He acted swiftly.

It was reflex! Instinct! He couldn't tell what was coming at him. It was a split second decision.

He couldn't undo what had happened. The kitten was dead, next to its mother.

And the others were screaming, crying, terrified.

Snowtuft doesn't remember what he did next. He doesn't want to.

But Puffballburr does.

She used to see it every night.

She remembers her name, too-- Pixie. And her mom. And her littermates.

And the look that washed over his eyes when he realized the ragged flesh at his feet was a kitten.

Raw shock, electrifying shame, the dawning horror of knowing you've definitely done something that you're going to get punished for.

And when his white, blood-splattered face turned slowly towards her and her wailing siblings, she recognized that emotion too.

It's a very childlike response, really.

He needed to cover up his accident.

And he almost did, too. It was dumb luck that stopped him as he grabbed her tail and dragged her out from her hiding place. One of his clanmates heard the awful racket, and Pixie had survived just long enough.

PART 2: ONE OF US

They took her away, just like any other "honor kitten," but the Clan cats believed this was different somehow.

Something about the naked horror of what Snowtuft did, maybe. Impossible to ignore.

But it's not like he faced any real justice for it, not that Puffballkit could remember seeing. So clearly it wasn't very different at all.

His mate left him, and the older warriors regarded him with a distant sort of "shame." He was ostracized from many circles.

But Puff's siblings had not been "clan cats" so the Warrior Code did not apply to them. He faced social dishonor, not legal.

Ever-merciful Cedarstar did not want to "ruin" more lives.

"Not when the kit is far too young to even remember what happened," he said. But she did remember.

And her name. Her mom. Her littermates. That face.

She just knew, growing up, that she couldn't know about it.

Because Snowtuft was always right there, just around the curve of the den, just behind the cover of the rose bush thorns, listening.

They're ALL Snowtuft.

To admit she remembers it is to admit she isn't one of them. And if you're not one of them, the law does not apply to you.

As a kid, she couldn't articulate it. But she understood it.

Deep down to her brittle, kittypet bones. Her filthy, stillwater blood.

The ungrateful heart that beat in her chest.

Fear expressed as a constant, calm obedience of authority. A permanent dread, as if living in a pack as a sheep in wolf's clothing

So she was quiet, notoriously so.

Whoever her foster was, Puff was like a little white shadow. It's where the warrior name came from, eventually-- a puffball clinging to someone's fur. (after writing this though, half of me wants to start calling her Lambfur or Lambfrost.)

ShadowClan plunged into the Campaign Era with Heatherstar's invasion of the Mothermouth Moorland, and the massacre of some kittypet family became awkward history. Those old enough to remember still kept a distance from Snowtuft... but war took its toll.

War means death and those older members of the Clan are not replaceable.

Younger cats weren't there to see the horror of what Snowtuft had done... and time would make him bolder.

Finding growing sympathy in his apprentices, spurred on by the hardening of the culture in tandem with the official birth of Thistle Law, Snowtuft started to change history.

The official Educator of ShadowClan (still unsure who this was) had one story, and Snowtuft had one too.

"Details" were quietly changed in his. They weren't "kits" but "young cats." They charged out to aid their mother. Then maybe she wasn't their mother. Who knows.

Pullball's name was left out of these stories, on both sides. No need for the kittens to know that she wasn't one of us.

And if she was? That's a good thing for her. Living the life of a Clan cat.

He wouldn't share if "he wasn't asked," but all of his actions, his language, was a silent plea to be asked.

He wanted to forget the whole thing, because of his nightmares, his constant shame and punishment, how hard the whole ordeal made his life-- but he couldn't so it was constantly coming out of his mouth.

There was a deep resentment on his end, towards Puffballburr. How she was part of the Clan now, always reminding him. Like it was her fault.

In the end, Snowtuft didn't blame himself. He blamed everything else. The guilt was killing him a little bit every day...

But not as much as that WindClan cat's claws did. Those killed him a lot in one day!

But Snowtuft's death didn't bring Puffballburr any peace. She just felt... annoyed. Which was strange to her-- she should feel relief, but, she didn't. She was just thinking about how the next battle with WindClan would be harder without an extra set of claws.

PART 3: GOING HOME

Puffballfur is the queen of low empathy, and her emotions are... hard to predict.

Not in a chaotic sort of way, but in a "Huh, interesting, I didn't think that of all things would get me going" sort of way.

She both lives in constant "fear" but also a persistent banality. It's kind of like being in a cage with a chained tiger, but you've marked the exact spot on the floor where the tiger's chain ends.

Imagine getting nightmares that stop you from sleeping, but you know that they aren't going to come true. So you lay there with a throbbing heart, mostly feeling annoyed that you're going to be tired in the morning.

That's her life.

Sometimes when she couldn't sleep, she'd roll on her back in the nest and critique the assassination attempt in her mind.

Did he think his dumb plan through? Or did he just react without thinking? It was going to be obvious he killed a bunch of kids, whether she survived or not.

Or maybe he would have just said that the rogue killed her own kits to prevent them from becoming Clan cats. They'd probably believe that.

Either way it was sloppy. Could have had more kits if he didn't kill her sibs.

She had connections within the Clan. A foster, hunting buddies, apprentice. She was kind to them, especially when they were useful. But...

It feels like she's not like them. Like they have variables to their behavior that she doesn't. Drives and desires that are pointless, sometimes even frustrating.

Like the concept of "honor." Ridiculous. Every single person who talks about it is hypocritical about it in some way, and it causes unnecessary fights in the camp and on the border because of ridiculous ego.

She just performs it because the other cats value it-- and when people like you, you get what you want.

I'm not sure who her mate was, or if it was even just one. In any case, when she found herself pregnant, she declared Queen's Rights. I feel like she might have had a fling with someone, but got annoyed by their clingy behavior.

When her daughters were born, Bracketkit and Lizardkit, she felt pride.

Because... they didn't belong to someone else. They weren't even really ShadowClan's. They were hers.

For the first time since her mother and littermates had been taken away from her, she felt like she was looking at family. People who would always be with her.

But that didn't last...

...because a chance encounter only a few moons later reconnected her with someone who remembered her.

Not a littermate, but an older sister. Marmalade. She couldn't believe that Pixie was alive.

This is a WIP zone because I'm not sure, yet, if I'm keeping Hal's attack on ShadowClan. In any case, they continued to reconnect for moons.

The fact that she was remembered, that she could talk openly about what happened, and that Marmalade wanted her and her kittens to come home made Puffballburr's stomach flutter with excitement. She felt valuable.

And with the war getting worse and worse, this was absolutely the best choice for her kittens as well. They would be safer with BloodClan than they would with ShadowClan.

No longer would she be Puffballburr. Her name was Pixie.

ENTER: LIZARDSTRIPE

Puffballburr wasn't a bad mother, but it would feel a lot better to be Lizardstripe if she could have the simplicity to just say she was.

Her earliest memories of her mom and her sibling were outside of the camp on a cool, clear spring night, laying in soft marshgrass. Puff was laying on her back with her hind legs bowed out, a kit tucked under each paw, pressed to her fluffy, warm chest. Her face was turned upward, quietly, at the moon, as her daughters slept peacefully.

She's not sure how long after she'd opened her eyes that this memory took place, but Lizardkit looked up towards the bright, starry sky... and she remembered that the light hurt.

Her needs were always taken care of, but Puffballburr hated explaining things.

You learned quick to treat your questions like a valuable resource, and to listen carefully.

Lizardkit was sharp, much sharper than her sister. She caught onto the way that her mother viewed relationships in a very transactional sort of way-- and stayed aware of her balance.

And had to consider the cost of doing the things her mother was fond of, versus what the other kittens and queens in the nursery expected of her.

What Puffball didn't realize when her children were born was that they were family, but they were also ShadowClan. Even if this was not something she had ever felt a connection to.

Deep down, it didn't truly click with her that her children were not extensions of herself.

And when Lizardkit was a child, learning history from the Educator and getting involved in more of the Clan's goings-on, Puffballburr spent less and less time with her. Because she was reconnecting with Marmalade.

When Bracket and Lizard had their apprentice ceremony, Puffballburr was not there.

Lizardpaw's mentor was the infamously powerful, chaotic fighter, Finchflight. Bracketpaw was assigned to Brackenfoot. (There is an earlier post suggesting that Lizi and Finf were going to be related. I decided to make them mentor/apprentice instead.)

Finchflight immediately began to stress the importance of loyalty. Being one of the younger cats who had sympathized with Snowtuft and knowing the secret behind Puffballburr's beginnings, he nurtured a pain within Lizardstripe. Encouraged her to let the distance between her and her family grow.

Eventually, Puffball told her children that they were going to leave ShadowClan. They had family in the town, would be safe there, could start a brand new life together.

And Lizardpaw was shocked.

It was like everything Finchflight had said was true.

And they were going to leave her.

She reacted violently to the suggestion, attacking her mother. Told them that she was going to expose them, lead a patrol right back to their new hiding place, bring them "back home."

In defense of Puffballburr, Bracketpaw brawled with her sister. They fought viciously, until their mother separated them with a desperate, devastating whack to Lizardpaw's head.

Laying dazed on the ground, she heard an apology before passing out.

When she woke up, she was safely protected within a blackthorn bush-- with a nick on the outside of her ear.

She stayed out there for hours, not knowing what to do, where her family had gone, or what she was going to say when she got home.

But, looking at her reflection in a puddle of water, she became so angry at the idea of this being her first scar that she ripped the other ear, on the opposite side.

When the search party found her, they asked what had happened to her. If she had seen her mother or her sister, or if something had gone wrong.

"Nah. Took a nap to get away from them. Ripped my ears on the thornbush."

Later, when she would be interrogated or questioned by people she didn't want to lie to, she would tell a half-truth;

"I did it to myself. Liked how it looked. Last I saw of Puffballburr and Bracketpaw, they were upset I'd done it and left, so I took a nap."

She didn't mind that her Clanmates thought this was weird. She didn't care about whispers that it was all done for attention, or that it was dishonorable to do such a thing and they probably met a predator after storming off, and she didn't even mind the gossip guessing at the "real" reason behind her ripped ears.

The only people who ever got the whole truth were the Forget-Me-Nots. After their disappearance, Lizardstripe didn't talk about her family for years, insisting upon having no further details. Even if it meant that mystery and suspicion would hang around her like a cloud.

BLIZZARDWING: KIN OF SNOWTUFT

Snowtuft's daughter was named Lilyfur. She was a kit when her father slaughtered Pixie's family.

When her mother left her father, she also distanced herself from him. This was something Snowtuft was outraged and saddened by.

But Lilyfur's mother couldn't stand the idea of a kitten-killer trying to stay close to her daughter. How could he look at little babies, the same age as his own child, and kill them?

Lilykit grew up very conflicted. She remembered how much she loved her dad, understood that he was a kitten murderer, but he continued to be so kind to her into adulthood.

It was hard to think of him as someone who could do something so horrible.

Earlier draft had Lilyfur die and her kittens were raised by their kin, Snowtuft, but I'm currently leaning towards Lilyfur being alive but just letting him be an active part of their lives-- in spite of her discomfort.

Because the more time he spent in her life, paradoxically, the more obsessed he became with all the "time he lost out on."

Which ended up including entertaining a lot of conversations about how he'd never done anything wrong, ever, and everyone was mean to him.

Lilyfur: "ok maybe he's not evil but my dad is really annoying <:/ but he's really lonely. He needs me. and i cant take him away from his grandkits"

From this, what Blizzardwing absorbed was the idea that love and forgiveness was always tolerating your family no matter what. This would express itself in his toxic relationship with Hollyflower.

But Blizzardwing now has a sibling. I haven't settled on a name yet-- but I'm playing with him either being Angelshade or Silkflower.

I really like the name "Angelshade" as a reference to the notoriously deadly white mushroom, the Destroying Angel. But also. someone in the audience asked if I could give the prefix "angel" to a cat because it's their name, and I feel a little bad about giving it to a character who is going to be one of the nastiest little background characters in all of BB lmaooooo

i'm so sorry angel (positive), is it okay if there's an angel (derogatory)

ANYWAY, Untitled Blizzardwing Sibling grew up adoring his grandpaw.

Radicalization can be a slow creep. He loved peepaw, so if he was asked when he was young, he would happily repeat the adjusted version of history he was taught.

And then when Snowtuft died, he wanted to remember him fondly. The story slowly changed, becoming more "accurate," just getting more comfortable with the idea of dehumanizing outsiders.

So what, if he killed some kittypet? And if some kits had already been indoctrinated into their kittypet life? It was still a gain for ShadowClan, in the end.

One summer day, without warning, he came home with two little kittens. One was white, one was brown, both had the pinkish tinge of poorly cleaned blood.

He grinned playfully at Brokenstar, and claimed Queen's Rights in a singsong tone.

Because of that rite, no one could ask where he'd gotten those kittens from. But everyone knew he'd done something grim.

Those kits, Whitewater and Brownstone, grew up under the crescendo of Brokenstar's reign, both taking part in the WindClan Massacre.

Whitewater's bloody story includes joining Mudclaw's Rebellion, giving birth to three kits, a souring relationship with her son, condemnation to the Dark Forest, ends in the Battle of the True Eclipse after killing her grandson.

Brownstone's tale includes a relationship with a WindClan cat during the bloodiest period in the history of their two Clans.

And their father's story ends in Chelford, after being exiled from ShadowClan by Nightstar. His canon counterpart is the Unnamed White Rogue from Rise of Scourge, who tries to order Scourge to be his personal servant.

(the other two cats are Braketail, the "Offbrand Brokenstar" pale tabby, and Pirateheart, the gray rogue with green eyes. Glitch Warriors for the pile!)

#better bones au #BB!Blizzardwing #BB!Lizardstripe #Brokenstar's Cataclysm #BB!TPB #BB!Snowtuft #BB!Pixie #Puffballburr #BB!Whitewater #BB!ShadowClan #BB!Snowkin #BB!Puffballkin #Crusade Era #Angelshade #Silkflower

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catboybiologist · 2 years ago

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Hi! I’m CatboyBiologist.

Formerly a femboy, now a trans woman just starting HRT, and a PhD student in molecular biology. I started using this online persona as a fun, shitposty way to explore gender a few years ago. I post selfies (generally sfw, but somewhat sexy, so minors and ppl who don’t like that have been warned), rambles about science, tutorials and advice from the stuff I’ve learned by being a femboy in the past, nature pictures, stuff about the ocean, my adorable grumpy little tortoise, and unsolicited opinions on random nerdy topics. Any pronouns are fine. I don’t plan to socially transition for a while, and still present as a man most of the time, so I’m used to whatever you wanna use for me (for now, I’ll update this if that changes). Please send me pictures of your pets or other cute animals in your life!

As a scientist, I’m also documenting my transition! This google sheet will be updated at least monthly. I also have additional metrics I’m keeping to myself, and pictures that go with this, but I’m not sharing them publicly yet. Keep in mind that this is just one person’s experience with HRT, and may not represent universal trends!

Adding a little something here, bc I think it was an interesting bit a writing: if you want to see me respond to a transphobe about what "biologically female" means, here's a thing I wrote about it. CW for transphobia and discussion, obviously.

Also, if any of my measurements look weird, its entirely possible I fucked up. Let me know if anything looks off!

Here’s some of my favorite pre-HRT pictures:

If you want to see more of my pre-HRT selfies, browse the “femboy” tag on my blog!

And as of this writing, I’m only 2 days after the start of HRT, so here’s a picture with my tortoise that’s technically post-HRT (but with 0 time for actual changes):

If you want to see my future post-HRT selfies, browse the “trans selfie” tag on my blog!

Also here's another really cute picture and fanart of my tortoise by @whalesharkcat:

I have affectionately given my tortoise the title of The Grumpus.

I also wrote a couple of tutorials and general vibes about being a femboy before I started HRT:

Sometimes I make shitposts of myself, I don’t take myself too seriously:

This includes the way I came out on tumblr:

And here’s an overly serious, long ramble about trans thoughts and things that I wrote shortly afterwards:

Later addition: Someone asked how I take selfies, so I wrote a quick and dirty guide with some tips on how I do so in response to their ask:

Oh yeah and apparently I was a 196 microcelebrity? I never to thought I was popular enough for that but apparently some people do 🤷‍♀️. So uh, hi 196 tags, I'm abusing you for my pinned post LOL

As for terminology, I personally do think of myself as a “man who is becoming a woman” as opposed to having always been a woman. If that doesn’t resonate with your experience, I totally get that! But that’s why I freely call pre-HRT me a femboy, while still calling post-HRT me a trans woman. I’m also keeping the blog name as CatboyBiologist for the forseeable future, because at this point, Catboy just seems like a gender neutral term to me.

I’m also trying to put together a script for a podcast regarding how studying biology influenced my perspective on sex and gender- lmk if there’s any interest in that! It’s probably gonna be way too long and indulgent but oh well.

So uh. Yeah. I don’t end these types of things well. Byeeeeee

#196 #r196 #r/196 #rule #/r/196 #trans #transitioning #trans woman #trans femme #tortoise #tort #russian tortoise #trans tutorial #trans tummy tuesday #transgender #trans tumblr #trans selfie #trans journal

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theetherealraphael · 7 months ago

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making a new intro post, because our old one is now outdated.

THIS BLOG IS NO LONGER USED, PLEASE FOLLOW OUR SYSTEM BLOG INSTEAD

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hi there! im raphael, host of @the-capricorn-system! im a minor!! i also use it/xey/fae pronouns

i have a whole bunch of disorders that im not going to get into here bc my parents check this account sometimes and i dont want them to know but uh feel free to ask on our system blog!

im also an angelkin, specifically an archangel. hence the name raphael! (and no, im not the fucking turtle. please stop asking)

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blinky made by @walking-at-nighttime-is-the-life!!

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tagging system and such under cut!

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raphael talks: talking tag.

ethereal reblogs: reblogging tag.

raph answers: answering asks tag.

raphs hoard of genders: now outdated gender hoarding tag. go see @raphs-hoard-of-genders for his genders now.

this is a queued post.: queued post tag.

personal vent: apparently raphael vents enough that its in our suggested tags.

qpp posting: for when im talking about my partners!

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raphaels beloved mutuals:

qpp is @nanochittle, be nice to xem or ill fight you ::::3

@some-rando-with-internet: my older brother!!

@pennyroyald: younger sibling!!

@maryland-officially, @bored-dromaeosaur, @sarah-ankh, @homocidalpotat, @walking-at-nighttime-is-the-life: my friends!!

@cookie-block: our irl brother.

(oh yeah please lmk if you want to be untagged here!)

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... i think thats everyone.

ill put a list of our sideblogs here later eheheh!

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we done have a dni, but we do have a byf! (before you follow)

so uh. we dont support harrassing people, for any reason.

we are a mixed origin system, and are pro-endo, pro-willo, and pro-other system origins.

we dont really like radqueers, but we are rad-inclus.

we support bi lesbians, bi gay men, and just about every identity under the queer umbrella you can think of.

we swear like a sailor sometimes, and we dont tag for it

we will add tags for things of asked politely. if you ask and are an ass about it, we will block you.

we dont post fundraisers. for anything. except ourselves.

and etc idk just dont be an asshole and your fine to follow

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#raphael talks

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tuliptired · 9 months ago

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Ello! Hope Im not a bother, but i was hoping to make a one-shot request? I looked around and it looks like you are still taking requests as of the moment, very sorry if I missed something.

Anyways, if its not too much trouble, could you write Egon Spengler x Baker Y/N? I think that would be a fun dynamic!

If thats not to your liking, what about Egon x Shy Y/N?

Love your works, I check the ghostbusters tag daily to see if youve written anything new. Thank you so much, love ya have a great day and night!!!

How Sweet It Is (To be Loved by You)

Pairing: Egon Spengler/Baker!GN!Reader

It's never too much trouble...no idea if I've used this gif before

did yall hear about the SNL biopic btw oh my gahh...

Better formatting on Ao3! (italics)

Your relationship started with a cupcake. As the story goes, told lovingly by your now mutual friends, there was a bust at a retirement home, and one of the caregivers insisted on sending the boys home with a treat in addition to the hefty bill. Demanded, actually, practically shoving a metal tin full of pastry into Egon’s hands as he attempted to discreetly sneak away.

“Jackpot,” Peter leaned over, happily surprised as nimble fingers opened the lid. The smell of sugary sweets wafted through the car, prompting Winston to extend his hand to the backseat, palm soon full of muffin. Egon was patient, letting everyone take something for themselves, before finally deciding on a blue-iced chocolate cupcake, sweet tooth waiting to be satisfied.

“Where’d this come from?” Ray, Peter, and Winston stood in the kitchen, confused at the spread of different colored boxes and containers. Upon further inspection, they were full of even more cupcakes, each the same blue iced chocolate flavor. Egon sat with his hands folded on the countertop, unfazed at their reactions to his display like any true man of science would be.

He made a tick mark on a long list of names, clipboard somewhere in the organized, delicious chaos. “If you must know, I’m testing every bakery in the area to find the one I ate that evening. I’ve yet to find it.”

Ray shrugged, taking note of just how many locations he had procured food from. “Not the weirdest thing you’ve done for a result,” he admitted.

“Good food’ll do that to you,” Winston laughed, Peter reaching over to gauge how mad Egon would get if he tried to take a sample from one of his possible matches.

Egon didn’t look up, flipping to the next page. “Go ahead, those are the rejects. They'd end up in the trash, anyway.”

Peter peeled away the paper, going through the motions of ripping the bottom of the cake and placing it over the top of the frosting. “Rejects.” he parroted plainly. “What’re you gonna do when you find the right store? Stand in the window?”

He glared up at him above his glasses. “No, I’ll buy a half dozen and go on with my day,” he unfolded a wax lined box, “so if you could leave me to my research?” Research being, going down a line of cupcakes. They each exchanged glances, before filing out. Egon could be just as tenacious as everyone else, when he felt like it.

Except, that tenacity wavered in the face of unfamiliarity. The only reason Egon was willing to go in your bakery to begin with is because the others had forced him. “Don’t be a baby,” as Venkman had put it. He finally found the match, in fact he had found it a few days ago. But he took a glance at the bustling establishment on the day in which he set out on his own, and got cold feet. Especially when he accidentally locked eyes with the smiling artisan while he just stood in the window.

His friends had managed to shove him towards the counter without a second thought. The same person he’d seen through the tall window was behind the counter now, greeting them all kindly. The bandana you had used to keep your hair in check must’ve been failing to do its job, evident by the flour near your temple, caught in a few strands. Egon’s fingers twitched.

Peter flicked him on the lower back when he failed to respond like a typical customer, making Egon come-to and clear his throat. “May I get a half dozen chocolate?” he asked robotically.

“You may,” you grinned at his grammar, “but, chocolate what?”

Egon’s ability to speak stopped short at his misstep, unable to let out anything but unintelligible stammers, and Egon never stammers. “Cupcakes, please,” Ray spoke up for him, catching wind.

You nodded, moving to the display rack to place his order in a smaller, blue box. Peter wasn’t content with how smoothly this interaction was going as he watched on with a bored expression. “Funny story, actually,” he caught your attention through the framework.

You laughed at how it made him look like he was in a horizontal jail cell. “Yeah?”

Peter raised Egon’s stiff arm for him at the elbow. “We walk in one night and catch Egon with at least 20 different cupcakes, trying to find yours ‘cause he missed it so much.” he regaled.

He may have caught you blushing. Were you blushing? He shouldn’t stare at business owners when they were just trying to work. “Well,” you started folding the corners of the parcel, “assuming you liked them- and you guys are pretty important to the city…” You held them out to him with two hands. “Just take them. No charge.”

Egon felt like there was smoke rising from the top of his head, or the espresso machine, as he shuffled out, and you leaned over the counter to call after him: “Come back anytime, for whatever! On the house!”

The rest happened slowly, but surely, and you enjoyed it thoroughly. On an earlier morning, you and your pubescent employee were handling the typical rush you got around breakfast. Between prepping, a small burn from the oven, packing orders, ringing people up, and a quick trip to the corner-grocery for more milk, you finally had a spare minute to breathe, both hands pressing into the counter.

A blur of beige and a trail of smog put an end to your mini-relaxation, and you hurried over to the door. “Stantz! Spengler!” you beckoned before they could turn the corner.

Like children, they found their way to your storefront, though Egon looked rather apprehensive with a used trap dangling from his gloved fist. “Good morning, guys,” you urged them inside, “did you eat yet?”

“We really should get going.” Egon said after Ray greeted you. Most of the sickly smell from the trap was left outside, and it was too covered up by the scent of sugar and warmth that everyone but you swore clung to the bakery for you to worry about it driving away customers.

You ignored his protests, crossing behind the counter. “Eat in the morning or you’ll crash in the afternoon,” you started pouring two cups of hot coffee.

“There’s no need-” you interrupted with a hand. “We’re fine,” he continued anyway.

Ray’s stomach betrayed his friend’s wishes. “Something small wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Listen to your friend, Egon.” you warned, adding a bit of whipped cream to both cups to literally sweeten the deal. “You need to eat.”

He frowned, but you didn’t care much. “We have a Class lll in our hands, now is hardly the time for-” you cut him off again, stuffing his mouth with a blueberry danish. As he annoyedly chewed, you procured a paper bag from the back, wrapping his hand around the handle.

“Too bad I already packed for everyone,” you patted his knuckles when he acquiesced, catching sight of what was inside with a small smile. “You’re crabby when you’re hungry.”

Egon opened his mouth to respond, but the contraption in his left hand started beeping. Are they supposed to beep? You’d never seen them do so before. It seemed as if the two experts themselves hadn’t either.

You stood on your toes to give him a parting kiss, Ray grabbing both paper cups in the meantime before you could start shooing them out. “Go, go- don’t let that thing loose in here. And swing by later, okay?”

He followed your lips when you pulled away, but the ominous beeping drove him to the door and down the street. You sighed to yourself, already missing him. None of the regulars in your store seemed to pay any mind to the local celebrities- or the weapons they had strapped to themselves, as Egon floated in and out during different parts of his day at least once a week.

Egon knocked on the glass door, soft light and music slipping through as he got your attention. When you let him in, the distinct whiff of cookies enveloped him like the warm temperature of your little shop. It was his favorite part of visiting you, apart from actually getting to see you. “How was today?” he spoke over the soft jazz that you apologetically turned down.

“Better,” you were about to run a Crisco covered hand through the front of your hair before you stopped yourself, “better.” Egon only then noticed how many cookies you had managed to make for having only closed an hour ago. “I have more in the oven,” you said from the back wall with the smaller front oven while you hurriedly took out a hot tray with a mitt and put a cool one in.

It wasn’t just cookies, but brownies, sweetbreads, and cinnamon rolls. “Are you…restocking?”

You laughed, a quarter manically and another quarter incredulously, and started to peel cooked pastry off of baking sheets. “If anything, we have too much stock.” you paused your fervor, frowning at your display case’s abundance. “I’ll send you home with some- give them to your clients or eat them or something.”

You were barely done shutting the sliding glass when you popped up, clapping your hands once and frankly startling him. “Pies! I know what I need to make now! I’ll make some pies and maybe a cake and we can head home.” Before you could disappear into the kitchen, he stepped in your way, two soothing hands on your shoulders.

“You’re stress baking.”

Egon couldn’t hide his amusement at your familiar despondent expression, as if you were coming down from a high. “Was it that obvious?”

“Somewhat,” he stroked up and down your arm, steering you to the stool you kept tucked away behind the register and pulling up a chair for himself on the other side. “What’s wrong?”

He enjoyed the chairs you had because of their structural variety, and the fact they didn’t make him feel like a giant.

You slumped your head into your since-dried hands, groaning out of frustration. “It’s just the season, I guess. A ton of people come by, bringing their dumb boyfriends-” you paused, realizing what you said, “no offense.”

“None taken.”

“-And they come looking at our stuff to see if we’re good enough for, like, baby showers and weddings and all that.”

A car passed by on the street, definitely above the city’s speed limit for a business area. “I assume that’s a good thing?”

“It’s great,” you sat up, “we want people to pick us. But it means everything has to look great, and we have to get ready for half a million custom orders.”

That would be a partial reason for the sudden uptick in inventory, combined with the pressure to make a good first impression. But you were working so aimlessly hard that you looked crazed, all by yourself. “Your employees aren’t willing to help?” Egon questioned.

You stood, addressing the heaps of different cookies, the only creation of yours without a home. “They are. But they’re kids- I can’t work them that hard. It’s probably illegal, too. They won’t be around for the next couple of days anyway.”

He could sympathize with your plight- backed into a seasonal corner that business owners just had to get used to. “I’m sorry,” Egon offered, “I’m not as skilled in your trade, but is there anything I can do to make it easier?”

You smiled your first genuine smile since he arrived. “There is, actually,” your tone was excited as you moved to the freezer, “just let me finish these and I’ll fill you in.”

Egon would’ve stopped you from continuing to try to work, but he relaxed when you brought out pre-prepared bags of icing and miscellaneous confectionaries, knowing that decoration was the more relaxing aspect of the art.

He both sat in comfortable quiet as you put all your focus into icing, piping, and arranging. It was pleasant, knowing that you had something so ardent that you cared so deeply about, even if it was dismissed as a mere hobby while you were close to collapsing to exhaustion in the bakery you financed on your own. It was a mix of career and craft- one of the many reasons he had grown to give you his utmost respect.

You were eventually done, making the task of embellishing countless treats look effortless. You handed him a cookie, which he gladly took. “I need you to be honest,” you counted on his affinity for sweets. He took a bite, surveying the dessert after the initial pleasure your baking always brought him.

“Raspberry compote,” Egon took a second, “and coffee icing.”

“Good job!” you scribbled something down on a spare slip of paper after springing the register drawer open. “Rating?”

“10/10”

“Honest.”

“That is my honesty. But if you wanted the unweighted scale, 7/10. The two flavors balance each other very well.”

You passed him another, which he promptly ate without being asked to. “On the crumbly side. Is that intentional?”

A nod. “A little less butter than usual. Old ladies tend to like those.”

He put a hand on his chin contemplatively. “6/10- marmalade. A softer version would get a higher placement, it would be a shame to lose interest from those who don’t fit the demographic.”

You copied down what he said, seemingly happy with any sort of feedback. “And here I thought I’d have to help you cross the street.”

The night went on like that for a while, and Egon grinned to himself at the parallels he had only just noticed- another mix of career and craft, now inquiry and indulgence. You looked like a proper scientist- or, a food scientist, scrawling down notes and numbers that he’s sure only you would be able to decode. He felt the corners of his face dimple in a familiar smile while he watched you- something he’d found himself doing much, much more.

“What?” you raised an eyebrow, suspicious of his joy.

“Nothing,” Egon excused himself, “you just look incredibly nice.”

You squeezed the hand that he rested on the counter, silently appreciative. “Thanks- for that, and for helping me out. Let me get you home before you barf.”

He’d learned to live with the indecencies, helping you tidy up the best he could without breaching the system of organization you had. When you returned from the back with your personal things, he let you loop your arm around his for the semi-short journey home.

Egon only let you go so you could lock the door, and he stared at your back for the entire time that you did. ��If I were having a baby shower, I’d come here.”

There were practically stars in your eyes. “Really?”

“Really.” You planted a gratuitous kiss to the side of his face, before setting off towards his apartment.

Over the course of a few days, your boyfriend showed up earlier in order to take you into work, and keep you company as you tried to quell the impending anxiety. When regulars faded out and new faces came in- possible clients, you assured him with a non convincing tone that he had a job, too. If your ego was bigger, you’d be bragging about the compliments and inquiries your store got, not to mention the referrals to friends regarding special upcoming events. But, entrepreneurship had taught you to be humble, so you were resigned to spilling it all over a phone call to the firehouse.

One morning, you forced Egon out before anyone could arrive, asserting that he had a day off and he should find a way to relax. He asserted that this was how he relaxed, but you had a key to the front door and he didn’t, so that solved that.

Not long after he was gone, you were hastily punching his number in, bouncing on your heels and out of breath.

“Hello?"

“Rich girl- eloping- needs a wedding cake- lots of money,” you forced out like you were out of air, already seeing dollar signs in tandem with the minutes you were losing. “But I have a crazy favor to ask.”

Very soon, “OPEN” was flipped to “CLOSED (sorry)” and you put on your serious business apron. Egon stood behind you, unsure of what to do as you jumped from here to there, double checking that you had absolutely everything you needed.

You only stopped when you realized that he wasn’t in the proper attire. “C’mon, Spengler,” you chastised him while cinching the strings of a smock around his waist.

“Game plan,” you led him to the back where all the industrial sized equipment was, “three tiers, green and pink, white cake. She gave me creative freedom, so I’m kinda flying blind.”

Egon’s eyes were on you as you laid out a few large bowls. “Have you ever…made a wedding cake on such short notice? I assumed they take days.”

“They do! And they’re the one thing I swore to never sell!” He looked disappointed in you, but you weren’t fazed, grabbing both of his hands. “$1,500,” Egon’s eyes widen as you continued, “think of what that could buy.”

He pushed up the bridge of his glasses like a flustered schoolboy. “That’s…a lot of copper wiring.”

“So many new mixers! And without the down payment! That’s why we need to start while we already have the time.”

Realistically, it was more of you starting everything while Egon was subjected to measuring or throwing away eggshells. But, you eventually gave him bigger responsibilities, as there was no way you’d be done in time for the impromptu-wedding if you worked one-by-one.

You turned from what you were doing after instructing him to mix the batter for the top layer, being met with his bare forearms, dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“What?” Egon noticed your commotion halting. “Am I overmixing?”

You didn’t answer, still staring at his toned arms. He should help out more often- your stand mixer cutting out on you must’ve been a blessing in disguise. Your blatant ogling was cut short when he stopped his ministrations, resting the whisk against the lip of the bowl.

“Don’t get distracted.” He tried to sound condemnatory, but it was hard to feel scolded when the scholar had on one of your teenaged employee’s spare pink bibs around his front and he was almost bent over the edge of the counter space in the midst of his focus.

You could breathe a little easier when the timer went off for the tiniest layer’s completion in the biggest oven. You took the searing pan out carefully, and your worry spiked again when you saw how dark the unfrosted dessert was along the top. You went through a list of things that might’ve gone wrong- was the oven at the right temperature? Setting? You definitely let it bake for the right time. It wasn’t until you saw a pair of little cylinders, tucked away in the havoc, that you put two and two together.

“Which one of these did you use?”

Egon looked like a mix of confused and concerned. “This one, baking soda.”

That’s how he got put out your kitchen for a considerable amount of time, until he knocked at the round window separating you both.

“Are you sorry?”

A pause. “Not anymore than I was 20 minutes ago.”

“I’m locking the door.”

He was allowed back in after a long and rehearsed apology. Soon, all tiers were baked, except for the base, and you were aching all over. The whole cake process never got any less demanding on you.

Egon must’ve seen how you stretched your arm across your chest before you tried to continue on anything. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’ll be fine- just sore.” you answered truthfully, before slightly jumping at the feeling of hands wrapping around your middle.

“Take a break,” he herded you to a folding chair you kept in there- the only chair. You were slotted in between his knees, thoroughly confused. He only got like this every blue moon.

It did feel great to be off your feet for a second, despite your cushy sneakers. “What’re you getting at?”

His strong hands made work of your tense biceps. “Nothing lascivious. I just think you should save your energy for the important part,” you stifled a noise at his doctoral tone and the way his thumbs kneaded at the space in between your shoulder blades, “and you’ve been working very hard.”

“Baking makes you a freak,” you scoffed, but hedonistically let him continue to dote on you.

Soon it was time to keep moving, attractive masseuse or otherwise. You put Egon in charge of coloring the buttercream while you ran out to the store for the second time in only a few days, making a mental note to use some of the bride-to-be’s payment to keep a consistent supply of the little things.

When you returned, though, it wasn’t as you had expected. You picked up the metal bowl full of neon icing incredulously. “I said green, not snot!”

“I made green,” he didn’t budge, not seeing how gaudy this would look in the middle of a reception hall.

You pushed a finger in between his brows. “You’re such a guy,” you remarked, regardless of your own gender, as you hassled him out of the way. “Watch.”

With a bit of red, the bright green dulled into a paler color, fit for a wedding. “Can I trust you with pink?” you asked as if he was a child.

Egon’s expression was unreadable. “No promises.”

Half of the green was shoveled into piping bags when he was finished, presenting the baby pink mixture to you like a project would be presented to a teacher. “That’s better,” you started, taking the bowl while he kept the spatula. You’d assumed that Egon was going to wash it or scrape off the excess or something, but your eyes squeezed shut as something cold and tacky hit your nose.

Frosting, pink frosting. His audacity. You took the green spatula, getting him back on the cheek. That led to him getting you back on the forehead, ear, chin, and eventually some strays ended up in the corner of your mouth, which he was more than happy to take care of. Baking really made him a freak, you thought. You probably shouldn’t be kissing over someone’s wedding memorabilia, but you shortly noticed that was the icing for each tier and its decoration. You lost an hour cleaning and starting from scratch on the buttercream, steering clear of each other in a respective corner each.

You had another hour to eat a late dinner while each tier chilled in the freezer, setting the white icing you painstakingly leveled to their surface area. When you returned, it was time for the assembly, the second most dreaded process. “I’m scared,” you confessed, just about to push down the first dowel.

Egon got eye level with the top, squinting. “You’re just about perfect.”

Your nerves got the better of you. “How can you tell?”

“I calculated.”

He was to keep calculating until all three cakes were secure on each other, bringing on the actually grueling part: decoration. You could design anything easily, after years of practice on your skills and ability to freehand- but a wedding cake was just so intimidating. That was part of the reason you vowed to never try again, how easy failure was staring you down in the form of little white fondant flowers. Egon let you take the reins on this, disappearing from your narrow field of vision. You honed in your knowledge of swirls, mini roses, and the drape style that was still in fashion among traditional couples. You were bent in all sorts of ways to make sure every bit of sugar that left the tip of the plastic bag came out perfect, for a perfect pair of newlyweds. Or newlyweds with perfect pocketbooks.

Time got away from you when the final detail was placed, and you stepped away like it was a bomb. “Is it done? Are we done?” you looked for confirmation. “How does it look?”

Egon’s torso stopped you from running off somewhere. “It looks perfect.”

The giant thing was stowed away to wait until you were scheduled to drop it off the next morning, and a weight was taken off your chest. You let the faucet run over materials, mind somewhere else with the rush of running water.

“It’s so sweet when it’s all done,” you spoke up, scrubbing crusted batter off of a tin, “weddings feel so magical.”

You thought back to the agreement you made with your boyfriend of a handful of years: nix a big ceremony, celebrate with friends when the time felt right. The time always felt right to you; you’d drag him to the courthouse at the drop of a hat. Perhaps there was an even right-er time out there, written somewhere in your future.

Egon wiped down all the surfaces. “I agree.” he voiced from across the counter, taking a pause. “You’re not…angry with me? For taking as long as I am?”

You laughed at that, drying your hands. You crossed over to him, a hand on his chest. “Not at all. I trust you.” He had ditched the tie at some point after you had to make a new batch of icing. “If you’re offering…”

“Give me some more time to make it special.”

You brushed away some of his hair that had come loose in the heat of your scullery. “How much more time?” your voice was soft.

Egon thought about it for a moment. “What’s 5 more years?” He laughed heartily at the groan you let out, resting his head on yours.

“Really?” your voice broke over the phone. “I’m sorry…I’ve never- I don’t know,” you forced yourself to take a shallow breath, “I’ll work on getting your deposit back.”

You didn’t know what to think or feel when you ended the call, but thoughts of wasted hours, materials, lost profit, all flooded your mind as you attempted to calm yourself. You rested your head underneath where the phone was mounted on the wall, rubbing at your temples to sedate an oncoming headache.

“What happened?” Egon asked at your back, with you again in the early morning as he scored another day off. You didn’t turn to face him, trying your best to blink back embarrassing tears.

“She canceled. We made the cake for nothing- there’s no wedding, I-”

Egon was on a knee, in the middle of your homely bakery. Your frustration evolved into pure confusion. “What’re you-”

There was a blue, velvet box in his hands with a glinting band inside of it. Before he could get a word out, you were on the floor too, tears free flowing. “You can’t do this now,” you clutched the fabric of his pants when he moved to hold you. “I look horrible.”

His free hand dried your tears, though more would keep on appearing in their wake. “I’m sorry this is so overdue.”

Your hands gently held onto his jaw to know this was real. “When was the right time?”

“A long, long time ago. I just needed to find a way to make it special.” He looked hesitant before continuing, “I hope you don’t mind having made your own wedding cake.”

You blinked. “You’re the worst!” you joked exasperatedly, falling with him into a hug on the floors you were happy you mopped. “That was all you?”

“Why do you suppose her down payment was a multiple of 18?”

“They didn’t.”

“Consider it a group gift, I suppose.” Egon smiled underneath you. You sat in the giddy silence of two people, soon to be wed, when he gingerly asked the question

“Will you?”

Your boyfriend- fiancé, went through so much trouble to make the moment one you could look back on happily. Who could refuse?

“I will.”

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters 1989 #ghostbusters 1984 #egon spengler #egon spengler/reader #egon spengler x reader #egon/reader #egon x reader #oneshot #fanfic #ao3 author #ao3 writer #ao3 link #ask box #open requests

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that-hippie-user · 3 months ago

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Hi there! so, i'm looking to extend my demographic a bit. and to that end, i'm making an offer to any casual or vanilla audiences out there.

:3 my name is Luna Stardust. i'm a hypnotist. and while normally thats because i enjoy participating in the kinkier side of the community, i also practice for more wholesome means.

some of my partners are from religious homes that shamed them for certains ways of thinking. some are any form of neurospicy and wanted to let go of their cringe instinct to follow their hyperfixations shamelessly. and some are just people i know who need a bit of comfort and security in their life.

:3 if that is you, here's my offer. below is gonna be a "read more" tag. clicking on it will show you a simple hypnosis script i wipped together to help alleviate stress or shame.

the script is for reading, whenever you have time or a place to sit/lay down and relax to it, which will help you enter trance so that i may assist in letting go of some stuff you dont want.

and to be clear, hypnosis is NOT brainwashing. i cant make you do anything dangerous or unwanted. you yourself have the power to wake up on your own, say no to anything i say, or just walk away. you can even block me if you so choose, and i wont hold anything against you if you do.

:P the only potentially lasting thing will be a basic trigger phrase IF you desire it, which will make hypnosis easier if you ever wanna try again. this phrase will only work if said by someone you trust, including yourself if you wish, and will only work when you are in the mood to try hypnosis again. and if you dont want it? thats fine, im not making you keep it. you'll have the power to throw it out on your own if you wish.

^u^ with that in mind, come along if you like. :3 i'll be your host on a journey to self acceptance.

:3 and here we are, past the "read more" section

UwU i thank you humbly for joining me. and welcome you kindly.

:3 some of my followers have already done this with me before. if thats you, then welcome back. ^u^ and if you're a newbie, welcome also!

:3 the process for this couldnt be simpler. just get into a relaxing position, and take some time to read along.

as is said many times in the hypnosis community. "all hypnosis is self hypnosis." which is to say, YOU the subject are the one who's hypnotizing yourself. :3 hypnosis is ultimately just guided meditation. anyone can do it, even on their own. but its even easier with a guide.

^u^ even by choosing to read along with my words, we've already begun. you being here is a show of trust. logically, you wouldnt be here if you werent at least a little interested.

:3 well, i hope to prove worthy of that trust. so i will do my best to make this a good experience.

to start with, let's do some simple breathing exercises.

breathing in

and out

in a simple steady rhythm.

not so deep to exhaust you.

and not too shallow either.

just getting into a cozy rhythm like unwinding after a stressful day.

breathing in

and out

as we continue forward

with every breath in, a soothing sensation fills your lungs and spreads through your body

and with every breath out, you release tension and stress, flowing out of your breath and away into the air.

and as this goes, you take in more and more feelings of relaxation, letting them wash over you, and you release the tension that holds you back.

but this puts you in a cycle.

you soothe yourself so you relax

you relieve stress so you relax further

you relax further so you feel more soothed

you feel more soothed so you relax deeper

you relax deeper so you let out more tension

the tension fades away, so you relax even deeper

this endless spiral of relaxation pulls you deeper and deeper

you see, hypnosis is an interesting thing.

it's kind of like a feather falling gently down.

down down down

further further yet further

into the deep deep depths

but there is no real bottom to reach

no ground to land upon

because with hypnosis, you can always go deeper

how is that possible?

because hypnosis isnt a light switch can only go on or off

hypnosis is an endless void that you can go endlessly deep into

easily escaped, easily traveled, and even easier to fall into.

and the deeper you go the more relaxing it is

and the more relaxing it is the deeper you go

and the deeper you go the more you listen

and the more you listen the deeper you go

and the deeper you go the more you focus

and the more you focus the more you listen

and the more you listen the more you obey

more and more you listen and obey

you listen and obey

listen and obey

DROP

there we go

nice and deep

but always able to go deeper

you listen

you obey

you listen and obey

you are doing wonderfully.

and as promised, i am here to help you let go of your worries and fears.

firstly, lets give you that special trigger phrase. its a very simple set of words. if spoken by yourself or someone you trust, it will help you enter trance. and it will only work when you wish it to.

these words are Hypno Naptime

when read or listened to, if you wish it to work and trust who said it to you, you will enter trance with these words.

Hypno Naptime. :3 simple enough, and its yours to keep or to throw away if you wish.

now then, lets continue our lessons.

too often people are burdened with shame for who they are. for any number of reasons. maybe some feel they arent smart enough, or feel guilt for liking people outside the dating norm, or even wish they could just enjoy their favorite shows without feeling "cringe" for doing so.

in our minds, we build barriers to hide away from aspects of ourselves, as if shame alone can fix us.

but these sorts of things dont need fixing, they arent wrong or broken. if everyone is unique, why shame them for being so? isnt that a beautiful thing, worth celebrating?

well, the thing is, we've already found a way to lift barriers.

letting yourself enter trance like this, that was lifting a barrier in itself. letting you listen more deeply to my every word.

if we can open you up like this. we can easily lift away those worthless barriers that hide away your wonderful features. we dont need to live in shame.

so, lets do our part to make living life the way YOU want to, that much easier.

before you is a button, simple big and red. pressing it lifts the barrier and reveals the shame behind it, which we will dispose of.

on my mark. press the button.

1. 2. 3. *click*

the barrier lifts, and we see what hides behind.

before you is an otherwise ordinary desk. filled with small well crafted objects representing the interests desires or traits that you needlessly felt were worth hiding away.

and on that desk is one object, broken and worthless, taking up space. it is shame.

it's an eyesore compared to everything else here. and it only makes the desk less organized by being here.

it serves no purpose, it has no value. this shame is best thrown away.

and nearby, is a bin with a trash bag, where you can throw it out.

the next choice is obvious.

on my mark, we throw this piece of junk away.

1. 2. 3. *it falls into the bag*

and there we go! and now this lovely little space is unhindered. its a beautiful sight, i dont see why it was ever tucked away like this.

such a lovely feature should be kept with pride, maybe even shown off if you have friends who'd appreciate it.

:3 i think id be proud to have something this nice. and i think you should be too.

^u^ well, we've made some good progress here.

:3 id say, now is the time for me to wake you from trance so you can continue your day.

^u^ so, im going to count to 10, and when i reach 10, you will awaken feeling refreshed and happy.

1 we begin our ascent up to waking

2 rising further an further

3 feeling coming back to your body and mind

4 shifting in place as you re-learn to move around

5 halfway there

6 like stirring from a cozy sleep

7 the soothing feeling of waking from a nice dream

8 eyes fluttering

9 becoming fully aware

10 rise and shine!

:3 hiya! so, i hope you enjoyed my little post. hopefully its done some good.

^u^ in case you're one of those subjects that forgets trance when it happens, we just did a simple hypnosis induction!

:3 if you have trouble remembering what we did here, the description for what this was for is at the top of the post, or if you back up its the section right before you hit "read more"

X3 careful if you re-read the whole post tho, beneath that section is a fully functional hypnosis script, and you may sink in again! :3 hypnosis is even easier once youve done it before.

^u^ if you're new to my work, you can give me a follow. but juuuuust be aware, i do cater to the kinkier side of furry communities. :3 might have a youtube channel with my own audio hypnosis later on, we'll see!

#hypnosis #hypnosis script #wholesome #uplifting #cringe culture is dead #be cringe be free #sfw hypnosis #furry #sfw furry #hypno naptime

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4pfsukuna · 1 year ago

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Love love LOVE the asexual drabbles and headcannons! Could you do one with Gojo & black asexual woman? Like she teases him ‘i’ll only mess around if you give me a dollar’ as a snarky joke and he’s like ‘i’m rich baby hell yes’ and keeps the joke running🤭 I know i’ll enjoy anything you write! Thank you in advance!

OMG, thank you im glad you love them because i actually love writing them.

• You met him at the mall…the prada store to be exact, you weren’t necessarily shopping more so just debating on a purse or a pair of boots.

•You were a stylist in japan and your clients loved your American style although they had way cooler clothes. Safe to say business was flourishing.

•Yet here you are trying not to blow through money too fast so you were Legit window shopping.

.•The last thing you expect is a white haired man to stand next to you and startle you, you assume he’s going to say something about your hair as most people had done i mean you were a black person in japan.

• He’s holding a few bags and a cup you initially assume he’s blind because of the blindfold but when he begins to talk about the shoe, your slightly confused but you have decorum so you don’t say anything.

• “I’ve had my eye on the bag for a few weeks but they just dropped the new boots so I’m debating” you say and what’s $950 To any normal person its like a penny to him.

• “How about i buy both and you wear them on our first date” he says smoothly leaning up against the glass window and you laugh at first until you realize hes dead serious. You weren’t use to men here flirting with you and it makes you nervous.

• “Usually people start off with their names” you tell him before introducing yourself as you hold out your hand which he places a kiss on.

• “Gojo Satoru” lifting his blindfold revealing the brightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen

• You also notice he has a tag hanging off his shirt and it cost $1500.

• You decline him buying the stuff for you but accept his offer for a date. What’s the worst that could happen?

• He doesn’t know what he’s expecting when he sees you, he thought you were already gorgeous at the mall but looking at you right now it makes something… stir.

• He told you to dress cute but casual he was taking you sight seeing— he never mentioned it would be in a helicopter over the city.

• It’s obvious this man has money to blow and you contemplate looking him up to figure out just who he is.

• He also brings the shoes and bag as a gift, he couldn’t resist! Plus he likes loves the way your face initially lights up before trying to be humble and give it back.

• He lies and tells you its rude to not accept gifts.

• “Gojo i cant accept this without you knowing all about me…” you speak pouting knowing the good time was coming to an end and while the shoes and bag looked perfect you had to confess.

• “Its the wrong size?” He asked looking at your foot and back at the box on the table.

•“What? No strangely enough you got the right size…im asexual”

•“…thats… cool. I can write with both hands too”

“Gojo thats ambidextrous! Asexual means—“

• “Im just kidding sweetheart, of course i know what it means”

•He definitely did not and googled it under the table.

• You know the meme “we hung out once and weve been together ever since” that was you two.

• The next few weeks he finds time to either take you to breakfast, lunch or dinner and on days hes completely free he’ll take you on some one of a kind date experience.

• Hes a kid at heart so when you take him to a virtual reality place and literally fight to pay, you have to distract him by kissing him and biting gently on his lower lip.

•He loved it nobodys every paid for anything for him and the fact that you planned the date, paid and had a great experience hes lovestruck.

• He ended up paying since he put a hole in the wall fighting demons in the game mentioning something about it feeling to real.

•Its when 3 of his students run into you two and their shocked he’s not harassing you and actually enjoying voluntarily spending time with him, mainly because he has no idea who you are.

• Nobara follows all of your socials loving your day in the life videos, style advice videos even when you have your celebrity clients in the videos.

•Its megumi knowing who you are and thinking you’re cool that seals the deal for him.

•Gojo loves your cooking so the day you pack him leftovers with a cute smiley face and a note hes literally on the desk kicking his feet in the air… weirding out his students. This was next level even for him.

•They beg to bring you around loving seeing him happy with you.

•Its a collective though and nobara who wants to enjoy regular teen things breaks the ice officially by asking

“Take this dollar or have sex with Gojo-sensei?”

“Give me the dollar” at the same time he shouts her name. Hes also taken aback cause what do you mean youre going to take the dollar.

“No babe i dont think you heard the question take a dollar or—“

“Give me the dollar”

•For the rest of the day Gojo chooses to be dramatic from the grocery store to the hair supply store where guess whos short $1 of buying hair supplies. You turn to him seeing hes fascinated with the hair clips and different color edge controls.

•“Hey sweetheart i think you should get all of these” he suggest ready to pick them all up waiting on your command.

•“Hey babe im short” you tell him and he scoffs not paying you any mind looking at the conditioners catagorized by hair type.

“I knew that when i first seen you… what’s your hair type? Does 4b mean 4 everyone? Like your down for interracial dating… how do they know that by hair type? Like hard wig soft life?” He rambles and you almost lose it.

“No im short $1” and he sends you the most devious smirk as he holds open his wallet repeating the question Nobara asked.

“Give me the dollar” you smirk back watching his smile be taken over by a glare as he gives the cashier his card to pay for everything instead.

“Dont give me that look baby, im rich now come on i ordered a package for you” he loves to buy you things he jokingly ask siri how much the world cost one time.

“Satoru it better not be another pair of prada shoes” you scold as he carries the bags, his silence tells you everything you need to know though.

“Babe I’m running out of space to put all the stuff you bought me, please” you pout loving that this was a problem in your relationship and not anything else.

“I have enough space… You can live with me instead”

#gojo x black reader #gojo x black y/n #jjk smut #megumi x black reader #gojo satoru #asexuakual x black girl #Gojo x asexual reader #jjk x reader #asexual #jjk x asexual

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kittynugg · 2 months ago

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WOOP WOOP MORE A LITTLE DILEMMA

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62289874/chapters/161401792

words: 3,983

p.s: reblogs appreciated! do not tag as any ships! also the fun link thing isnt working again and im mad about that i'll try to fix it sometime

“C’mon, Grunkle Ford!” Mabel called from the see-saw across the playground. Ford stood anxiously on top of the foam barrier between the sidewalk and the sand. “I need someone to balance me out!”

He.. didn’t move. He couldn’t! There were so many other– no, not other, just kids, and Dipper was watching him like he was the parent figure and he didn’t want to play with Mabel right now. Not because it was childish. Frankly he loved going along with Mabel’s silly games, He just didn’t feel like it and chose to be a vain little shit about it.

..Shut up, he was angry about the “child” situation.

“You’re really just gonna stand there?” Dipper questioned with crossed arms. “You went on a Merry-Go-Round with her two days ago.” He stepped back with a ‘woah!’ as a girl with blonde pigtails and pink overalls sprinted past him, then gave an exasperated comment about playground traffic. “..what I’m saying is you’d definitely do it as an adult. So why not now when you’d fit in perfectly?”

Ford shifted a little on the barrier, a few inches tall and just wide enough for him to balance on, and rose his arms ever-so-slightly to keep his balance. “You wouldn’t understand,” he declared with all the melodrama of his older self. “This is a disaster, Dipper!” His arm flew out emphatically and his other hand ran through his hair.

His theatrics fell flat, though, as Dipper bit his lip to hold back a laugh. “You’re on a playground, man.” Ford glared. Dipper smirked. “No, no, you’re right.” He put out his hands placatingly. “This is the worst. Total tragedy.”

“Exactly!” He hopped off of his little perch on the barrier. “A total atrocity!”

“A calamity!”

“A crisis!”

“A cruel injustice.”

“An utter outrage!” Ford cried out as Dipper grabbed his hand and– hey was he leading him toward the see-saw?

Before he could question it he was standing right in front of it. “Okay, get on.” His nephew instructed, gesturing up toward the empty seat. Mabel looked over at him with that innocent smile that made him feel like she’d explode from sadness if he didn’t.

“Ugh, fine, I’ll..” Ford sighed despondently. “I’ll get on the see-saw. That’s a stupid name for.. Anything.” He narrowed his eyes at the ground, then pulled himself up onto the higher end of the grey board, settling in the yellow seat. Such an ugly color scheme! He hated all of thi–

He cut himself off with an unsteady squeak as gravity did its job and his end of the see-saw lightly bumped against the ground.

“Now you have to push up!” Mabel whisper-yelled from above him, beaming brighter than the sun above them. Suddenly the embarrassment was worth it.

Nodding, he kicked off the ground. Gravity was once again his best friend here, gently lifting him into the air, and he’d never admit it but maybe he giggled a little on the way down. As he reached the ground again his stomach did that awful lurch thing it did when he hit a speed bump or pothole in his car and made him unwillingly let out an “ough–”

“..Again!”

And for a few minutes, he wasn’t an old man stuck in a child’s body, he was just.. Him. Laughing, cheering “higher!” every other time he went up, and grinning like it’d always been this way. Like everything was exactly the way it should be.

When he finally stumbled off the see-saw, he was dizzy. He fell backward into the sand with a leftover chuckle and was met with Mabel.

“You okay?” She asked, kneeling next to him and then sitting down.

He dug his fingers into the sand. The grains were warm, they felt nice between his fingers. “More than okay, hun. I think the constant motion just threw off my equilibrium.”

”I don’t really know what that means.” Ford actually got more excited at his niece’s words, an opportunity to educate!

One of his six fingers stuck up pragmatically. “Well, inside of your ear is a liquid called endolymph, it displaces the miniscule hairs in your inner ear as your head moves. That’s the reason you get dizzy when you spin around, because the fluid in there is still sloshing around.” Frankly, he was happy to supply that, and even happier when Mabel nodded with interest. “It’s basically your body’s biological bubble level.”

“..Definitely the same Ford,” Dipper observed quietly.

Ford rolled his eyes and laid back, letting out a slow breath. The sun gently warmed him and the sand around him in a way that seemed to melt all defenses he had in place. Something about it, maybe the reminder of simpler times, almost made him drowsy. “I’m surprisingly happy you kids took me out here.” He uttered. “At first I was.. Less than thrilled but I think I was just being oddly immature. Considering how bent on being the opposite I was.”

“Yeah, kinda..” admitted the boy now sitting cross-legged in the sand near them. “But, hey, I wouldn’t blame you for it. You’re going through a lot right now, y’know?”

“And you’re, like, super dramatic.” Mabel nudged Ford’s shoulder.

“That too. I think you’re just thinking too much into it, honestly. Like, last summer, before you came along, I had this whole thing where I didn’t feel manly enough for.. Whatever. So I went to these Man-otaur guys and they tried to get me to kill the.. Multi-bear..? Man, this town is weird.” Dipper’s brows furrowed, then he shook his head. “But, yeah, it was pretty stupid now that I think about it.”

Once Ford began to question what Dipper’s point was, he got to it.

“You’re still.. Just because you look like a kid doesn’t mean you’re just a whole different person, you’re still Stanford Pines, it looks like you’re overcompensating.”

He nodded slowly, folding his hands on his chest. “Right.” Glasses-clad eyes darted around. “Maybe you two should go and play,” he suggested. “I’ll be okay by myself for a while.”

Dipper opened his mouth to give a hesitant response, but Mabel grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. “Hey, let’s go spin on the spinny-doo until we throw up!” She chirped, pointing toward the spinner.

“Yeah!” Cheered her brother, taking the hint, and they scampered off toward it.

Ford watched them with a tired smile, then laid his head back into the sand.

Against his better judgement he let his eyes slip shut.

He flinched back into reality, unsure of how long he’d been dozing, when a high-pitched voice piped up from above him.

“Hi!” A little girl said to him, and upon opening his eyes he noted it was the same one who’d almost crashed into Dipper earlier. “Are you asleep?”

Ford blinked tiredly up at her, then sat up and tried to keep the grumpiness out of his expression. “I would have been in about five seconds if you didn’t come around.” He flinched back as she suddenly extended a hand toward him.

“Lemme help you up!” She offered, and without thinking he took her hand and used it to pull himself to his feet. A mortified chill ran through him as her eyes drifted down to his own hand, then she looked at her free one and spread out her fingers. “One.. two.. three.. four.. five..” she counted under her breath.

..Six. His mind echoed, and he suddenly felt that panicked heat run through his veins.

Until the little girl beamed at him. “You can count to twelve! I can only go to ten with my fingers!”

“..Really?” As quickly as it came, the fear melted away into a hesitant gratefulness. “I counted to one million, once, it wasn’t too difficult.” He spread out his fingers and stared down at them thoughtfully. “But ten is a big number,” he stated as his ‘nurture child’ instincts reared their head slightly. “You should be awfully proud of yourself.”

She let out some little happy noise, then tugged at his hand. “I’m Sally! I’m six!” Introduced the girl with a strikingly Mabel-like enthusiasm. It made him chuckle.

“My name is Stanford,” he shook her hand, then pulled his away. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His eyes drifted over to Dipper and Mabel, a screaming blur on the spinning piece of playground equipment, and he shrugged. They were fine. Dipper could handle more g-forces than you’d expect at first glance! “Oh, I’m.. ten, by the way.”

Quickly counting her fingers, Sally murmured, “you’re.. Four years older than me! What’s being a growed-up like?”

Not correcting her grammar error hurt, but he ignored it nonetheless. Being called a “grown-up” was a nice ego boost. He was a grown-up. Adult. “Oh, it’s fun. For the most part.”

That was not exactly the truth.. Maybe he enjoyed not having to sneak snacks after a certain time but there was also the whole.. “Freedom” thing that he had to get used to.

“Can you go to bed whenever you want?” She asked innocently.

What was once a forced, polite smile became an amused one, and he nodded. “Well, yes, but like I said; not as glamorous as you might think.” Eugh, tell that to his eyebags. “You can’t stay up too late.”

“Why not? My Dads say it’s because you need beauty rest or else you won’t grow.” Her eyes drifted over to a couple sitting on a bench, watching attentively and probably excitedly discussing their daughter making a new friend if their faces had anything to say about it.

“Precisely that,” Ford stated, “and you feel bad when you don’t get enough sleep.” It was a struggle he knew all too well.

His head swiveled in the direction of the two men on the bench as one of them called, “Sal! Gotta go, think you can say goodbye to your little friend?”

Well, he’d hardly consider them frie-

He wheezed as two arms tightly wrapped around his tiny frame, then let out a gasp when she pulled away.

“I have to go home, now! Uh, hang on..” She dug in the front pocket of her pink overalls until she produced a handful of lollipops and dropped them into Ford’s hand. “You can have these, I have more in the car! See ya!”

Ford was only able to give a muttered goodbye before she skipped off, waving at him the whole time. Once he was out of her sight he violently shuddered. He could practically feel the bacteria growing on his clothes, multiplying.. Child germs.

Just as his disgust began to morph into horror at the thought of whatever pathogen that child just spread to him, Dipper and Mabel stumbled over to him with green faces and twin grimaces.

Mabel was the first to “speak” as Dipper attempted to get his gag reflex under control, giving a long groan and then gagging herself. Ford watched them with furrowed brows until she actually said something. “I think we spun too fast..”

“As I said,” replied Ford with a smug grin and a raised finger, “endolymph! You’ve been dizzy before, it’ll stabilize.” He waved a hand dismissively.

His nephew dragged a hand down his face, then frog-blinked. “I greyed out.. like.. three times.” He

“Ooh, impressive,” he enthused softly. After tapping his chin for a moment he pointed at Dipper with a finger gun. “Did you experience G-LOC?”

Rubbing his temples, Dipper arched an eyebrow. “..No..?”

“Hm, really? Every good scientist needs to. I’ll help you with that when we get home.” He bit back a snicker at the incredibly concerned looks he was shot by both of his niblings.

“Haha.. I’m in danger.” Said Dipper with a distant glint in his eyes.

Ford, ever the responsible guardian, nodded. “We have plenty of danger at home, now let’s go there before any other children try to befriend me.” He started to walk off toward the sidewalk, but Mabel stopped him.

“Someone tried to be friends with you!? Aaaawwww!” She cooed with her hands pressed to her cheeks. “Who was it, did you learn their name? Maybe we can set up a playdate!”

The very mention of a “playdate” made his skin crawl, so he put the kibosh on the idea as quickly as possible. “A little girl named Sally, but I don’t want to have a playdate with her. I’m a grown man, remember?”

Mabel countered, “a teeny tiny adorable grown man,” patting his head. Naturally, he swiped at her hand with a grumble.

And when he looked to Dipper for help he absolutely failed him, arms cross and expression appraising of Mabel’s idea. ”I think you’re losing this one, Great Uncle Ford.”

“I am going to throw you into a centrifuge at my first opportunity.” Threats would surely help him in this situation!

Dipper’s eyes narrowed in that.. ‘I’m manipulating you right now and you know that but are you going to do anything?’ expression, and he tapped his chin. “That’s interesting, almost makes me want to intervene less.”

Threats didn’t help him! What kind of nonsense was that!? That cunning–

“Is she still here? I can get her phone number if she has one and tell her to come to the shack..” mused their sweater-clad partner in crime to herself.

Ford panicked. “No, no! No.” He waved his hands with emphasis, then leaned over to Dipper and promised him anything he wanted as long as he intervened in a whisper because these were desperate times.

Before Mabel could really get into the logistics of the playdate (probably how much glitter would be involved), an elbow nudged hers. “Maybe he should try to lay low, right? He’s gonna be an adult again soon,” said Dipper with a glance at Ford that carried a glint of uncertainty, “if he goes and makes a bunch of friends they’ll just miss him when he’s back to normal.”

“Aw, you’re right..” She tapped her chin, squinting. “Hmm.. wanna go back on the see-saw?”

An intense look was cast at her by Ford. “I will always want to play on a see-saw with you, Mabel.”

“I knew I could count on you!” Mabel chirped, grinning from ear to ear. She took Ford’s still frustratingly-tiny hand and pulled him toward the see-saw.

Naturally, Ford climbed on like he had the first time, and gripped the railing tightly with one hand as he pushed off the ground and was lifted into the air. Such a simple action.. and yet it was more fun than he had on a daily basis as an adult. Even the second time! It just didn’t get old! “Whoo!” He cheered, reaching a hand toward the sky that cast a long shadow against the ground.

All good things must come to an end.

“That kid’s got six fingers!” Yelled an older boy on the playground, pointing at his excited form high in the air.

He gave the kid the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he just had his guard down from that little girl..

“Oh, yes!” Ford jumped off of the see-saw once he was close enough to the ground. Dipper and Mabel watched with trepidation as he trotted right up to the boy, extending a hand. “It’s called Polydactyly. It’s cool, right?”

The kid actually flinched back, pulling his hand as far away from Ford’s as possible, and stepped back. “What the heck-!?”

Ford froze, hand still outstretched even as the boy backed away from him. Voices around him murmured words he couldn’t process anymore. Was his vision starting to tunnel? Why did it matter? He didn’t say ten words to him and he was already being judged.

This was just like..

Cathy shrieked, yanking her hand away from Ford’s. He felt so much colder without the contact..

“Ew, you have six fingers!?” A squeal escaped her as she frantically wiped her hand on her skirt. “That’s so weird!” Now the other kids on the playground were looking at them. He could feel their eyes on his back. It burned.

His face went red, and he buried his hands in his pockets. “I- I didn’t think–”

“You’re a freak!” She pointed at him, Ford flinching away from her hand. “I don’t like-like you anymore!”

He couldn’t move. She turned, she ran away, she left forever and wasn’t going to come back. He couldn’t breathe. “B- But.. I..” He whispered, but his words died off long before Cathy could hear him.

That was the day something shifted, wasn’t it?

“Grunkle Ford? Come on, stay with me.” A pair of fingers snapping in his face brought him back to reality, where Dipper stood before him with a concerned look. “We need you in the real world, alright?”

The real world. Right. That was when he was brought into the real world. Found out that those who are different are hated, shunned. He shook his head. “I’m fine.” An obvious lie, he could feel tears pricking at his eyes. “I was just.. Thinking of something.” He dragged in a breath, but it didn’t help as much as he’d hoped.

He’d dealt with this for fifty damned years, he almost thought it shouldn’t hurt so much anymore, but now? Now that wound felt just as fresh as it had the day it happened. Maybe even worse.

“Aw, don’t– Don’t listen to them!” Mabel gave a half-hearted laugh that was intended to be reassuring. “They don’t know what they’re talking about, they’re just–”

“Just kids?” Ford hissed in a shaky voice. “In the real world, grown-ups will lie so they don’t hurt you. But she– she was too young to know, she’d just say anything because she didn’t know I’d– I’d carry that for the rest of my life, and– and–” He choked a sob despite his instincts screaming at him to pull himself together. “It’s not fair.” A small, broken voice that couldn’t have come out of him squeaked.

She grabbed his hand, gently but firmly, and gave it a soft squeeze. “Oh, Grunkle Ford.. who hurt you? You can talk about it, me and Dipper’ll listen! I can go make them apologize if you want!”

Get a grip, he told himself, now they’re worried.

“Just some.. Perceived crush at the time, sweetie..” he ignored the way his voice was more sniveling than speech. It wasn’t romantic, he didn’t actually feel what he thought he felt, fine. But it would have been nice if she wasn’t so.. So cruel. “That was the day I realized how different I was, I suppose it.. Stuck with me.” His eyes turned toward the ground. “And it affected me a lot.”

But he placed his other hand over Mabel’s anyway. “I.. do appreciate the sympathy.”

“You, uh,” Dipper rubbed the back of his neck. “Didn’t get much of that as a kid, huh? Man..”

“No, I wish.” Ford instinctively reached for Dipper’s hand, almost releasing it when his nephew gave him a slightly surprised look but relaxed as his expression softened. “But Stan and you two make up for that exponentially, don’t worry about me.”

Mabel glanced at Dipper, and he met her eyes, the two of them seeming to have a silent conversation.

Then they turned back to him and Dipper said, “we’re not gonna stop worrying about you.” Because of course they wouldn’t. He was oh, so fragile.

..Okay, he was at the moment, but that was sarcasm and his point still stood.

“You don’t have to be concerned, you know, I-” don’t want your pity “-can manage my own emotional state just fine. I’ve been doing it for most of my life, after all.”

“We can tell.”

“I still have the authority to ground you,” deadpanned Ford with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow, but Dipper and Mabel just smirked at him. “..Can’t you at least pretend that I’m not too soft to discipline you? Once?”

Dipper made a real show of thinking about it. He tapped his chin and his foot, eyes narrowed with intense thought. “Hmmm.. I don’t know.. What do you think, Mabel?”

His gesture was mimicked by his sister, if not exaggerated ten-fold. “I’m not a good actor..”

“You play pretend all the time, you roped me into it the other day!” Facepalming helped him fight the fondness from his expression. “Pirates, it was fun. But regardless, both of you are very good actors and I frankly don’t believe that this self-doubt stems from anything but convenience.”

Ford rolled his eyes as the other two Pines kids– the only Pines kids nodded in unison. “Oh, yeah.” “We’re totally guilty,” they muttered to his chagrin.

“You kids have no respect.” He tsked, dramatically looking away. ..That was a motion he regretted as his eyes caught a few kids mumbling to each other and pointing at him. “Can we leave?” Vulnerability once again forced itself into his demeanor, his voice low and shoulders hunched, but it ebbed when Mabel took his hand again.

The softest little giggle escaped her as he happily squeezed her hand. “Yeah! This was a dumb idea, anyway.. I just didn’t think kids who are okay with gnomes would be so freaked out about an extra finger.” Her eyes drifted over to a kid sitting by the swings, playing pat-a-cake of all things with.. Was that Jeff?

“Anyway, wanna be our gnome queen?” Ford could hear him ask as they finished their game. So he still hadn’t found a new queen. Now, why wouldn’t anyone want to marry that? Hmm..

Sarcasm.

“I wouldn’t call the idea stupid, honey,” he reassured with a thoughtful expression as Mabel took Dipper’s hand and led them off the sand, to the sidewalk. “I had fun. For the most part.” Until.. Children happened. Children were brutal.

Dipper turned to glare at the posse of children watching them leave. “Yeah, until they decided not to mind their own business.” ..Defensive, much? He looked like he was going to kill those kids if Ford glanced away from him.

Then he’d end up in jail, and he wouldn’t see him for a long time..

On some strange instinct he didn’t remember having, he reached up and tapped his fingers against his own cheek. One at a time in a very controlled gesture. “It’s okay, Dipper,” he mumbled, “really. Don’t go and give them a piece of your mind. It isn’t worth it.”

“I wasn’t going to, I was kinda just gonna stare in disdain at them until they’re out of my line of sight.” Dipper replied, turning his head to keep looking even as they were starting to put some distance between themselves and the playground.

How cute, his nephew had inherited his pettiness. He pulled his fingers away from his cheek, looked at them for a moment, then slipped his hand into his pocket. “..Unrelated, but have I had these sorts of.. Tics, before?”

“Like, the stims?” Mabel piped up, pointing to his cheek. When Ford nodded she continued. “I don’t think so..”

Dipper shook his head with a nudge to his sister’s elbow. “He totally has, it’s just subtle.”

Really? Ford wasn’t expecting that. That was interesting. Now he had to know. “Like what?” What did he do that he didn’t notice, but other people did?

“Uh,” glancing up, Dipper wracked his brain for examples. “You spin pens, tap your fingers against things..” He pulled his hands toward his chest, letting them hang loosely. “The velociraptor thing– you’ve definitely done that once or twice.” His hands dropped to his sides. “Not to mention, like, fidgeting. You do this weird thing with your dice all the time,” he wiggled his fingers as if imitating the gesture, “I have no idea how you do it.”

How did he do things frequently enough for Dipper to notice, while still not noticing them at all? His eyes narrowed, and he tapped his chin.

“You’re doing it again.”

Damnit.

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HI HELLO!!! call me Gold. or October or Bug. those r my names but idgaf what im called as long as i can recognize it as me :D (pls don't call me Mugzy though)

i am bigender (transmasc + demigirl)!! probably!! gender has been hard lately!!!!!

he/they + any neopronouns

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DNI:

homophobics, transphobics, misogynists, racists, sexists, pretty much anyone whos bigoted and/or just an asshole

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^same as above, but with Forsaken from Roblox. it's too similar to DBD, also a trigger

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byi:

im a minor !!

i have autism, adhd and anxiety, among other things. im heavily disabled in general and i also joke about that a lot- if you dont like it lol sucks to suck , its my experiences to cope with not yours

i have a hard time reading situations so if i say anything bad/unneeded/confusing PLEASE let me know i /srs do NOT mean any harm to anyone 😭-

tone tags r needed aaa

NO WARPED FACIAL BODY HORROR AROUND ME PLEASE

i am a childish freak <3

i embrace my cringe (even if i get embarrassed about it sometimes /silly). if i find you going out of your way to harass me or anyone i know for being """cringe""" I'll spam your askbox with OwOs and UwUs i am being completely fucking /srs.

i ignore unsolicited dms from people i dont know too well unless it's important

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my fandoms:

the pink corruption/tpc

just shapes and beats/jsab

warriors

stray

other smaller hyperfixations, some of which come and go

my tags:

#mmmramblez (rambles)

#art + #animation/#writing/#shitpost

#ask

#drawing ideas + #for later

#kinposting

my fandom tags:

#tpc shorts but also not [tpc]

#golds tpc designs [tpc] (posts with the original tag will be edited with this one soon)

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#tpc cats end [tpc]

my au tags:

#bugverse (my main au; basically a tpc rewrite, in a way)

#shattered body but not spirit au (ghost Tsavorite)

#the snake hero au (spy Gold)

#fracture au (corrupted Gold, and the aftermath)

#tpc forest fire au (Bug snaps.) ‼️HEAVY TW. FF IS NOT A FEEL GOOD AU.‼️

#bug-gold swap au

#shapes but the wrong kind au (Gold and Bug except i throw them into Minecraft: Story Mode 👍)

#dubby's world au (BugVerse x Dandy's World)

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miscellaneous stuff i also wanna say cus why not:

i am a Very Heavy Kinnie of Gold from TPC and the triangle player from JSaB :D and also Bug (tpc oc) too

^my headcanons go for Gold Kin™ too :help: i feel.....snak.

^i am perfectly fine with doubles ofc!! in fact I really like interacting with other kins of the same character its Very Inch Restin'™, its like looking in a mirror! /vsilly

i fucking love cheese and ranch

#1 Mother Mother fan

believe it or not my favorite animal is cats not snakes

im so normal about triangles trust

i own Bug hi /silly

i love everything you hate and/or cringe at :)

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