#it feels kinda bad to put it off all the time too
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beatlblog Ā· 19 hours ago
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i hope john bullied him (via @themagicalmysticalboy)
ā€œOi Paulie... whaā€™s on yer fookin face then?ā€#I hope John made fun of him#god#wtf (via @starseeker95)
#HELP#paul god what was that phase (via @mrlennonmccartney)
#if john still wanted him while paul looked like that it was true love#john's taste was so varied and dubious that i don't put it past him at all#but what a downgrade bc john looked great (via @stewy)
#hot take: this is the reason john decided not to work with paul after all#'if your music sounds anything like how your mustache looks i want no part of it' (via @paulnnccartney)
Knowing john he was like never mind my love you look so cutešŸ˜šŸ™ˆšŸ˜‚ (via @mclennongirl15)
#i cannot imagine what was going through johns head when he saw him looking like that (via @harrisonism)
#imagine this outfit being the reason the beatles never got back together#john was like i'm gonna need about 6 years to forgive you for this šŸ˜‚ (via @whoscruffylooking)
Itā€™s okay because that look is šŸ’Æ on my wife.#I love that horrible facial hair#that first time drag king look (via @winston-legthigh)
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#I feel like this is how John expected fashion disaster Paul to shown up#imagine just looking hot and hanging out by a pool#thatā€™s them! (via @asphalt-cocktail)
#I respect it tho (via @lennons)
#john was just like ā€˜finally the inverse of all those years where I was pining and you looked amazingā€™#itā€™s just such a bad look#what WAS he thinking#definitely not what he needed to be which was ā€˜I look a complete twatā€™ (via @drivenalphabitchpaulmccartney)
2022
#the cunt paul is serving is like#fancy health food store cunt#but it's been expired for 3 years#it smells like fridge and patchouli and b vitamins and weed#john however is immaculate#god literally invented high waisted flares just for him#john and paul#my boygirlfriend john lennon#i would literally commit atrocities to know what john thought of how he looked here (via @wereonourwayhome)
#this actually changes everything i thought i understood about the 70s J&P vibe#also new questions arise about Paul's chest hair and the lack of it prior#only the important things#new podcast episodes#Paul's worst look and chest grooming#paul mccartney#john and paul#OH NEW HOT TAKE#this was 100% done intentionally to make sure they didn't bang#it was such a danger Paul took one for the team#and by took onei mean he prevented any taking from being done#dammit I'll probably write that fic#5 times John and Paul didn't bang (via @mydaroga)
#this is why he didnā€™t go to new orleans#:/ (via @goldslick)
SAD!
John Lennon, upon seeing Paul again in 1974 looking like that:
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#john lennon#the beatles#shitposts#im sorry I thought of it then had to get it out (via @queerlennon)
#absolutely cursed#paul ruined his chances by choosing this moment to try a new form or drag that did NOT work for him (via @ahumoroussuggestion)
#absolutely dying#literally too much#the ultimate moment of seeing an ex who broke your heart after a few years and being likeā€¦ā€¦oh#THATā€™S who all the fuss was about???#(except from Mayā€™s account of that time it seems like the chemistry was still popping off somehow???)#which like talk about true love#being able to get past THAT#I kind of think that Paul was finding it fun to make himself look as gross as possible#relishing in it#after so many years of his looks being held up and scrutinized#to just be like oh yeah? watch this#kind of typical paulish rebellion (via @hands-across-the-skysky)
#divorce babe (via @pennielane)
#watching this post go through its villain arc has been such an experience great work guys#and by great work i mean im deleting tumblr (via @mystical-one)
He really has some balls, turning up like that.#mullet moustache and horrible thing on his chin#his fashion sense seemed to leave at the same time as Jane did#was he her Ken doll (via @beatlepaul4ever)
#honestly he still looks kinda hot#that wouldnt cure me (via @zutalorsihavemissedone)
Actually, it could maybe have been worse - he could have turned up with this look.
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I canā€™t decide if itā€™s a real moustache or that horse face planted him in some muck. (via @beatlepaul4ever)
Why does he look like Paul Prenter? (via @bewareofdarkness)
#HBFJRBFHIRBFEKLFR#i think i would have just left#maybe that's why john thought he needed to be taken down a peg#'all you do is write love songs' like it was gonna hurt him#make him rethink his look#last time john hurt paul -- the man grew a beard (via @writertyper)
People ask why he didnā€™t go to San Francisco with him and the answer is this (via @yellowroombarine)
#this will forever make me mad at him#like this was the last photo documentation of them together#and thatā€™s what he looked like#why (via @/bridgeoverstrawberryfields)
#REAL#FELT#some tiger king bullshitšŸ’€#Iā€™m kinda with it thošŸ’€šŸ’€ (via @iamsigningmylifeaway)
2024
#fr WHO lied to paul and told him this is a good idea (via @comradeharrison)
#as someone who thinks that 70s paul is the most ethereal indescribably beautiful person in the world#he looked soooo like shit during their reunion im ctfu#the dash of beard. horrifying (via @bugpoasting)
#if you genuinely think that John wasnā€™t absolutely attracted to Paulā€™s hillbilly porn star look than idk what weā€™re doing here#that sun tan and rat stache 100% did it for him (via @lennonsfag)
#I understand where everyoneā€™s coming from but youā€™re LYING to yourself if you think John wouldnā€™t be into that#Itā€™s Paul fucking McCartney he could show up bald with a beard down to his shoulders and John would get all hot and bothered over it#Paul has nothing to worry abt so why not pull up to the function looking like a porn star with the white Karen capri pants and all (via @iwannabeyourman)
#Iā€™m sorry but he literally looks insane#mostly thag hair sticking straight up (via @sleeper9)
#I still think that's such a power move on Paul's part to be honest#Is he sliding his index finger into the fold his wraparound vest there?#ā€œI know you want me. Even like thisā€#Paul's arm hair#Paul's...chest hair?#paul mccartney#Meanwhile John's showing off his hips bulge & thighs in May's jeans#they deserved each other (via @crepesuzette2023)
#i imagine he immediately got cured of homosexuality#if not... john please. put your glasses on (via @estrangedfiances)
#nooo he was so into it#his prissy princess suddenly looks like heā€™s into complete filth#johnā€™s wildest fantasies suddenly seem possible (via @goldslick)
#and john was cured of his life long crush as soon as he opened the door#i actually hate that the bottom one is the last known picture of them together (via @the-electric-monk)
#ok i think this moon is hot iā€™m SORRY#like he looks so slutty he knew exsctly what he was doing#open shirt? gay little mustache? shoulder length shag?#the chest hair?????#paul was trying to ensnare him fr (via @gayyytripper)
#scream#once again mccartney was ahead of his time (via @oldmanpusspuss)
#when your ex shows up looking like a cartoon evil man (via @bambi-kinos)
#this is Kurtis Conner lmaooo goodbye (via @maelwife)
#I mean you knowā€¦ Iā€™ve grown partial to his pornstache and yes even the mullet#so idk probably I would still dig it (via @tenitchyfingers)
#tbh itā€™s not a bad look but itā€™s ugly when he does it (via @strangebrew)
only accurate take
#normally i run screaming seeing 70s paul#but this look?#*chefs kiss#what a power move (via @consulting--defective)
#john y paul#jp en los 70s#pues si (via @akamy08wt)
#did he dress like that on purpose with the goal of attracting or scaring him? we will never know#im soft for paul 70s mullet not so much for the moustche (on any period) but the clothess#mclennon#you cant have 67 without 74 last meeting (via @alienoriana)
#I've always kinda liked the mullet (yes yes something's wrong with me)#but I just can't get behind the mustache on him. I'm sorry#I kinda unironically want that shirt too#at least it has colour unlike most of the stuff people try selling you these days (via @chut-je-dors)
#i can tell u now i am infact a bisexual who is infact attracted to this look#hes committed to the bit (via @mcstarr)
#I donā€™t think I can get over that little bit on the chin#and the mustache too but yeah thatā€™s where I just I donā€™t think I can butā€¦ put me and him in the same room and I might feel differently#cause of his energy#his physical presence (via @johnisonlysleeping)
#predicted bisexual twink fashion (via @therealestwizard)
#I think the Only downfall is the Kind of mullet here that type of mullet is out#it has to be just a little shaggier#but otherwise yeah this is just some dude at a club now (via @menlove)
#KURTIS LMAAOO#its actually kind of horrendous but i couldnt do any better (via @xtreme-cringe)
#and anyway we all know john would be totally into it dont kid yourselves (via @oldmanpusspuss)
#I could never transition because this is what I would slowly animorph into (via @asurrogateblog)
#it is still not a look and ladies pls know i will never eve date a man with this moustache and that shirt#but op. you aint wrong (via @phonybeatlemania)
#itā€™s called ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½ļøfashionāœØļø#what was 70s fashion even#ā€œfashionā€ according to mccartney (via @lilywolfgray)
Can you imagine being John Lennon in 1974, and youā€™re about to see your ex-best friend/pseudo husband/songwriting partner for the first time in years, plus its a really big moment cause youā€™re tentatively thinking about working with him again, then the motherfucker shows up looking like this unironically:
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ohgodthevoices Ā· 2 days ago
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going crazy over how husband material osamu is, hear me ouuutttt
tags : fluff, time-skip, f!reader, tattoo , he listens to, he cares , and he cook , iā€™m thirsting m sorry
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osamu would be the type of bestfriend that knows damn well you want him bad but keeps on teasing you and acting clueless just to see how far you can go before you crack
as childhood friends, it was normal for you to be touchy and generally comfortable with each other but it raised his suspicions when you now looked away when he was topless around you. itā€™s not like you were uncomfortable with it ?
youā€™ve basically lived your whole life with the miyas, youā€™ve seen osamu wet the bed as a kid, get rejected by his middle school crush youā€™ve even witnessed him putting his hand in his pants and scratch his butt, seeing him topless in the comfort of his apartment was a casual thing so why the hell would you look away , did he lose his shape ? no, he still worked out frequently even if heā€™s not an athlete anymoreā€¦
either way osamu always took care for you, he was always so careful when it comes to you , sure heā€™d playfully hit you here and there but it was nothing you couldnā€™t handle
just imagine him cooking you a nice heart-warming meal, glancing at you every now and then while youā€™re sitting on the counter looking like a mess after a long exhausting day , wine glass in hand and rambling your worries away. it really became a ritual for you to swing by his place unannounced after a bad day.
heā€™d open the door with his signature lazy smile ā€œya had a bad day?ā€ you finally let you shoulders relax ā€œlong story..ā€ he steps back, inviting you in ā€œi got timeā€.
sometimes osamu gets this weird feeling he canā€™t explain when he realizes heā€™s seen you grow into a real woman, it really freaked him tf out when you told him you had your first time with some boy he never heard the name of.
he scolds you after a bad decision for sure , but heā€™s always there to comfort you right after. SO imagine his surprise when during a drunken confession after you finally listened to him and dumped your toxic bf, you admit to him between sobs that broke his heart into pieces
ā€œwhy canā€™t i find a guy that actually likes meā€”?ā€ your face was buried in his now wet tshirt , his strong arms holding you tight as if they were gonna protect you from feeling hurt, your words were muffled, melting together ā€œwhy canā€™t i find someone like you samuā€¦im so jealous of the girl thatā€™s gonna be yoursā€ holy fucking shit how was he so blind to never realize thisā€¦
thank god that night was complete blurry in your mind , so when you woke up the day completely hung over and found your beloved best friend making you breakfast with a bed hair and his sleeves rolled up showing off his forearms that you find really hot for some reason , your slight blush was explained.
omfg the day he showed up to your workplace during his break with a well crafted lunch box he made full of delicious onigiris because he listens and he remembers that your annoying coworker kept flaunting her relationship to you and it pissed you off and you wanted to show her that you can pull too
ever since he realized the power he had over you, he wouldnā€™t stop just picking at you and seeing how far he can go, he was basically testing the waters by stretching until his shirt lifts up, hold eye contact for a lil longer than what he should, and how he praises you donā€™t get me startedddd
ā€œyer actually pretty decent at thisā€ when you cook dinner with him, ā€œlook at ya bein all confident and independent !ā€ when you actually tell the waiter they got your order wrong, ā€œyer pretty distractinā€™ yk that? thatā€™s kinda dangerous.ā€
osamu was a pretty touchy guy, not overly cuddly or anything but he did enjoy proximity, heā€™d usually hold your wrist when passing crowds but for some reason he now held your waist, his touch gentle yet firm on you. istg his hand placement is impeccable
thereā€™s just something about him keeping a hair tie on his wrist for you thatā€™s so endearing, so caring and attentive to your lil daily struggles.
it all happened when you got your first tattoo, he had sent you to his friend whom he deemed good enough to ink your body. he was nervous and excited as if he was the one getting tattooed but thatā€™s mostly because you wanted to keep it a mystery, he knew that when he came home after closing the shop heā€™d find you there already.
there was just something so intimate about him coming back from work and finding you already at his place , he liked it, he could get use to it.
ā€œ ā€˜m here !ā€ he yelled out closing the door behind him , analyzing you from head to toe as you pop infront of him with his tshirt and shorts on displaying an almost mischievous smile, his eyebrows creasing as he doesnā€™t see any trace of a tattoo on your arms or legs, maybe it was on your shoulders?
he plopped down on his couch , man spreading ā€œsooā€¦ are ya gonna show me or ?ā€ you happily turn to the side, his eyes widen as you lift up the shirt enough to reveal a sideboob tattoo. he sits up the shock visible on his face ā€œholy shit cmereā€ you obey him , getting closer for him to get a better look. with a swift motion his arm was now around your hip , pushing you to sit on one of his legs
he clearly recognized his friendā€™s intricate style, the design cupping the side of your boob, he wanted to admire his work but damn he felt a lil jealous that he worked so close to you. he finally looked at you only now noticing your reddish face
his face was just inches from yours, his previously shocked expression fading as he met your eyes. he leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your jaw, and for a split second, everything around you felt quiet, just the two of you in that small space. he couldnā€™t help but let out a small laugh, though, breaking the tension as he nudged you lightly
ā€œdidnā€™t know you had it in ya to do somethinā€™ like thatā€ he whispered.
before you could answer, his hand found its way to the back of your neck, gently pulling you in. his lips brushed yours, just a soft, teasing touch, before pulling back slightly with that same smirk. ā€œcouldnā€™t resist,ā€ he muttered under his breath, and this time, when he kissed you again, it was longer, deeperā€”no more teasing, just the feeling of the moment taking over.
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iā€™m currently such a sucker for time skip osamu heā€™s all iā€™m thinking about
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gatorbites-imagines Ā· 2 days ago
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Iā€™m not picky just wanna be fussed over & cuddle
Peter Parker x sick male reader
Headcanons
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You can imagine most Peters in this scenario, though I always write with comic spidey in mind. Aka, adult, own apartment, job, etc. but I donā€™t think itā€™s really mentioned in this. At first, I was gonna write about Trafalgar Law, but I feel like he would we way too much doctor, not enough cuddling.
Not that long, but I hope itā€™s enough.
I have a feeling Peter would realize before you that you were sick. Like, hed notice a change in your scent, your body temperature or how sluggish you would get.
Noticing early on wouldnā€™t stop a cold obviously, but he would start getting ready for it, most likely without thinking about it. He just catches himself gathering blankets and your favorite snacks that he knows you can stomach when sick.
Would he make a nest out of webs when you got sick? Maybe? It depends on how spidery we imagine this peter. I feel he would at least stick blankets and pillows together to make the most comfortable bed for you to lay in.
He would try to talk you out of going out or going anywhere when he notices you getting sick. But Peter is known for dating stubborn people, so it would shock nobody if you still went out, thinking you were fine, only for you to get really sick.
Hes never mad about it though, Peter loves you too much. He does tsk and crack a few jokes about it, how your neighborhood spider-nurse needs to take care of you.
Peter would patrol and work less when you are sick, or not patrol at all, depending on how bad it is. If crime is at the normal amount he might stay home anyways, just to spend time with you and make you feel seen and cared for.
I feel like his healing factor keeps Peter from catching common colds and fevers, so he doesnā€™t worry about kissing and cuddling you. He does joke about the kiss being extra germy, which you would have pushed him out of the bed for, if you werenā€™t so tired.
Peter likes you feed you when you are sick, since he thinks you should use all your energy to fight whatever sickness you have. He also just thinks itā€™s kinda romantic.
Peter is also the kind of guy who always worries if youā€™re drinking enough. He doesnā€™t just bring you water but all kinds of juices, gatorades, whatever you can think of. You always end up with like 10 different drinks by the bed ā€œjust in case you want something else babeā€
Not having to worry about getting sick also means Peter will cuddle you. Having a very flexible spider boyfriend also means he can fit right around you inside whatever blanket nest you guys have made up.
His hugs are always so comfortable, since heā€™s got the strength to give you a good squeeze. Peter would spend this time massaging sore areas of your body, if you are fine with that.
The policy that kisses make it better lives through Peter, so your forehead gets a lot of kisses too.
He also keeps your hands inside his own or under his shirt if the fever makes your hands cold, to keep you warm. You always feel nice and toasty with Peter, thereā€™s no way heā€™s letting his lover freeze.
Peter also never finds you off-putting or gross when you are sick. Itā€™s just human nature to be sick, and honestly? Seeing you sick makes him love you more, since it means you trust him to be vulnerable around him.
So, peter might be somewhat clumsy and messy in the beginning setting it all up, panicking about getting you everything you need. But heā€™s a great nurse and cuddlebuddy. When heā€™s done all his research and gotten all the things though, itā€™s all cuddles and pampering.
Be careful or heā€™s gonna bathe you too and not let you lift a finger until you are all better again. Make sure to give him extra kisses to show you are thankful, even if he says its just what boyfriends are meant to do.
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acexsmhking Ā· 12 hours ago
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HEY BAE CAN U WRITE EYELESS JACK W/ A GN READER WHO HELPS HIM W/ DAILY THINGS BC OF HIS YK.. BLINDNESS? I THINK ITS CUTE IDK LIKE HELPIN HIM W/ WASHING OFF DIRT AND GRIME OR MAKING FOOD OR TYING HIS SHOES(idk which canon or fanon jack u write tho my badšŸ˜”) BUT YEA THANKS BAE I LOVE UR STORIESšŸ’—šŸ’—
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Ėšā‚ŠĀ· ĶŸĶŸĶžĶžāž³ā„ Jack x GN!Reader
Summary: GN!Reader having to navigate a relationship with Jack, learning new habits and adapting constantly
Warning(s): 18+ content, mentions of sexual content, mentions of inner turmoil, slight angst, descriptions of gore, descriptions of human consumption, mentions of kidnapping, alienation from family and friends, controlling behaviors
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Jack is very used to his life, heā€™s been like this for almost a decade now. However, adjusting to another person? Yeah you have to help him with that one
Jack is very.. whatā€™s the simplest word.. ah! Yes, greedy. He kinda of really just takes you, kidnaps you, so now instead of a nice comfy, cozy warm home youā€™re stuck in some random hole or cave
ā€¦not Bonita
Your life basically completely shifts a whole 360Ā° until you can find a way to completely communicate with each other
Itā€™s not that Jack doesnā€™t want to meet your needs, heā€™s just.. so.. him and heā€™s forgotten anything of a human life so he just tries.. everything
He tries making you a nest; full of warm furs and pelts, laying atop you during winter so you donā€™t freeze to death, even letting you make a fire in the den to stay warm, giving you the best slabs of meat or organs from a kill
However, that isnā€™t human. It isnā€™t sustainable enough for a modern day person. Heā€™s utterly distressed on why you keep getting sick, losing weight, constant shivers during cold weather
He cannot figure out how to take care of you. After a while he starts trying to really learn what youā€™re TRYING to say. Taking you more and more rivers and creeks to bathe, finding more editable vegetation for you, fruits and letting you cook your meat at least in peace
He also starts letting you wander into closer stores and shops to get new things youā€™ll need. Clothes, toothbrush, deodorant, etc. All in all helping Jack with day to day things is more so focused on your uh.. relationship(??)
He is kind though! Heā€™s never hurt you and tries to be more and more gentle with you subconsciously. He lays on your lap and lets you play with his hair or ears. He lets you comb and braid his hair, do his nails, help wash him
By now, letā€™s be honest if youā€™re in an apartment youā€™ve more than lost that shit. Family and friends putting up missing posters and announcements. And while sure you do still have your phone, itā€™s not like itā€™s functional anymore. And how would u even tell someone about this?
Jack tries to communicate with you more, letting you speak and speak even if he doesnā€™t really understand and nodding along
He starts bring home more food so he can spend more time with you and you donā€™t feel lonely
Learning how to speak to Jack is a very very difficult thing, he doesnā€™t speak much of anything and heā€™s far too possessive to let Toby near you and teach the one thing he does speak
However, letā€™s say you do manage to make Jack take you back home. Wowie do you have a lot of work to do. So much that maybe staying missing is really for the best
So. Many. Phone calls
You have to get resituated so you probably are staying with a friend or family during this timeā€¦ which Jack doesnā€™t like. But you thankfully manage to keep him at bay and hidden somehow
Getting legal things handled takes a long time, police are rather consistent in check-ins and asking you all sorts of questions. And these strange.. agents? Keep coming to your door asking things. But you donā€™t give up Jack
Youā€™ve stranglely gotten attached to him, probably some sort of Stockholm Syndrome but heā€™s so nice to cuddle that really itā€™s a fair trade
Once things are settled, you find yourself in a better position and living. You start teaching Jack newer things
One, you have to help him learn the layout of wherever you both are now living. It takes a short amount of time since Jack can echolocate so heā€™s not just useless on his own
ā€¦youā€™re gonna have to find a place with faux pet friendly hardwood. While he can retract his feety nails he can still get a little excited when you get home or just absentmindedly scratch it
So no real hardwood or carpet floors for you
HATES THE TV
Itā€™s loud, and spooky
Loves the shower though, even though he doesnā€™t reallyā€¦ fit.. in it
You have to get a detachable shower head for him
Food is strange. Jack has a very adaptable digestive systems so he can eat literally anything without problem. He just still doesnā€™t really understand the whole cooking thing
He likes the oven though! Very warm
Youā€™ll often find Jack laying by the heaters or oven when theyā€™re on, heā€™s attracted to heat
You have to invest in a place with high ceilings btw. Heā€™s already 6ā€™10 right now and doesnā€™t seem to stop growing..
He does NOT like doorways, still hits his head sometimes
Big. Bed.
He actually loves it though, I mean youā€™re gonna need the strongest reinforcement bed frame ever but he does really like the bed!
He understand why you probably missed it
You have to tell him not to make biscuits on the bed or couch.. messes them up
Clothes, yes you have to help him with. He doesnā€™t wear shoes so youā€™re spared from that but you do probably have to learn some sewing to make him more and more clothes
You find out he is actually very picky about what kind of fabrics he likes lol
When heā€™s about to leave for hunts he actually likes when you do his hair. Braiding it or pinning it up so itā€™s not in his face as much!
Also learning how to clean his mask, itā€™s a very strange material that you arenā€™t familiar with. It doesnā€™t quite feel like anything youā€™ve ever touch. Not a metal, crystals, porcelain or plastic. Definitely not fabric
Conclusion, yeah youā€™re gonna have to help Jack with a lot. However those things are just human things. So good luck
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: Ģ—Ģ€āž› Thank you for the ask Anon and all your support! Iā€™m sure this wasnā€™t quite what you were expecting mostly cause I havenā€™t talked about my version of Jack a lot but I actually appreciate how much this allowed me to talk bout him more and struggles youā€™d face being with him! Love yā€™all make sure to stay safe! ā€”Ace
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femmejournal Ā· 2 days ago
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all i really want.
do i stress you out? my sweater is on backwards and inside out and you say,
"how appropriate."
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Kn8 + idiots to lovers. In which you annoy your fav
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Kafka Hibino finds you offputting. You're an aggressive flirt with seemingly no filter, for one thing, but for another you're unconventionally good looking to him--almost eerily so. There's something about you that bothers him, though he can't put his finger on it; the flirting would bother him if he was your only target, but you do it to everyone so he brushes it off. One day he tells you off for being a little too forward with Reno, who isn't uncomfortable, exactly, but looks...nervous. from that point on, you gravitate towards him, much to his initial dismay. But soon he finds you aren't so bad, just intense and passionate!
Mina Ashiro is appalled at your behavior. You're so....bold, and with her especially. Like, the audacity? Of mouthing off to your superiors?! Of flirting with her directly in from of everyone?! Secretly she's just flustered, but she acts like she's mad, and is really hard on you. But with time, she learns that you're reliable & strong. You even end up saving her a few times, to everyones surprise...although you always seem to be in her blind spots, making sure anything she misses gets taken care of and never reaches her. Soon enough, she's up late at night thinking of you, wondering if your flirtation was sincere...couldn't be, right?
Reno Ichikawa is taken aback by your presence. You're overpowering to him, like when you try a spicy food and you can't taste anything over the heat. He's honestly not sure if he likes it, but he thinks it's funny when you get called on your bs, so at least you're entertaining. He finds himself smiling despite himself when you're around because of this, and you tease him about it which he does not like. Or he's pretty sure he doesn't, at least. Still, he's going back and forth with you pretty quickly afterward, and finds that you're a good teammate. Soon enough it feels like you're the only two in the room, doesn't it?
Soshiro Hoshina finds you thoroughly entertaining, so of course he goes out of his way to be around you--and to bother you. He says you're annoying, but you're not so sure who's annoying who, really, because he bugs. And it's on purpose! By a certain point the two of you are competing to piss each other off. Everyone's sick of you both, they're betting on when you'll finally start making out instead of arguing. Please stop for the good of your colleagues!
Iharu Furuhashi is stunned by your boldness. He's kind of enamored with you because of it. He's not exactly thrilled with your attitude towards authority, but he admires your willingness to be who you are without shame, even if "who you are" us abrasive and rebellious. Kinda wants to tame you, probably. Can he? That's for you to know and him to find out.
Gen Narumi sees you as competition. You're just as hotheaded and loud as he is, and he feels like you're trying to overpower him. Whether he's correct or not doesn't really matter, he's going to beat you at your own game, or so he thinks. The flirting throws him off, though--he has 0 game and doesn't usually get any advances from anyone--and that pisses him off even more. In this case, you'll be taking him. Have fun!
Rin Shinonome is impressed with you. You're bold, intimidating, and stubborn, much like herself. Needless to say, she views you as a challenge. Immediate crush right here. She wonders who will give into the overwhelming sexual tension between you, and she's making sure it's not her. No, she wants you to crack first. It'll stroke her ego and be funny. Whether or not you follow her plan is up to you.
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sir-fenris Ā· 1 day ago
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AAAAAAAAA šŸ„¹ I've lived for the day that I would be getting commentaries too. I can die happy. Thank you <33
Sorry for taking so long to answer. I read it before going to sleep and I giggled so much my cheeks hurt, but I was too tired to answer cohesively. And today I was busy pretty much the whole time :'(
But I was able to write this down while preparing and eating my dinner :D
(My responses organization is kinda messy, don't mind it please XD)
It is real and it is happening, I'm glad Cyrus's yearning was clear and that it seemed a strong start :) I went back and forth with SO MANY begginings, I think I wrote and deleted more than 10 completely different starting paragraphs XD.
I might put the rp on the masterpost soon! I wanted to ask you if I could, first. And find a way to organize it in a way I feel is nice to read.
And well... about the gloves, who knows? :) is it because he can use his magic with any skin contact? What I can say is that all handlers do have gloves with technology, but usually, they're are fingerless gloves. Wilson's hands and arms are fully covered.
(I already changed your emoji <3)
Yes, protection barriers makes him nauseous when he goes in, because it's designed exatcly to keep his magic contained in the tent in case he uses it unauthorized, so it gives him a bad feeling. Once Wilson gives him authorization, the barriers are set down. When the authorization is revoked, they come back up. That's one of the many reasons why Wilson has to communicate when he's about to turn the nullification back of the collar.
A lot of safety measures šŸ˜ƒ
Well... I wouldn't say he's allowed to actually refuse food. Wilson just sometimes is "merciful" and allows him to take his breakfast after his comedown is done, because usually Cyrus feels sick before getting to work. (If Cyrus... makes a mess, yk, Wilson will have to report and take care of the situation, and that's too troublesome)
And I'm not one for underestimating trope either, but I guess in LW whump it's interesting because adds to the familiar dehumanization and because the LW is actually very powerful and that gets proven.
"ohhh :( he makes me sad I'm definitely gonna read the comfort ask"
My comfort is also whumpy, because I don't wanna spoil Cyrus too much yet, he's still on the whump arc... but I hope you find the hurt/comfort good enough XD.
":( he knelt fast then. man..."
He dropped down on his knees :') Wilson doesn't let him kneel down slowly.
And Wilson whispered the "behave". Rhe others around don't need to hear the weapon being reminded to behave, just know that it will.
About the other gifted. I'll show the sketches of the gloves soon, but you'll see that it does need a metal manipulator, or else it has to be cut off and re-made on his hand every time. It's 100% closed. So that's why they use other gifted to do it.
(Usually metalokinetics are used around for stuff like that, menial tasks. They only go to battlefield if they are strong enough to destroy enemy's weapons and machines.)
"yeah I know </3 man this is a bunch of info I know cause I've already been exposed to bits of this story but for future newcomers this is probably necessary clarification"
That was the hardest part :') I wanted anyone who didn't knew any context to be able to understand the first chapter (though that's really really hard without a beta/proof reader) and the people who did have context to enjoy it anyway, even though it's pretty much a retelling of the drabble a lot of you already read. I was afraid of giving too little information and making it hard to understand, and of giving too much information and making it too dense.
60% of the chaotic editing was because of this. And 50% of the typos is because I kept changing sentences and missing to change a word or to (like making a sentence about one of his hands, then decide it should be both hands, but forget to put one of the words in plural)
Speaking of that, I need to do a typo checking on the chapter asap... already caught 2 yesterday.
"ugh he's so well trained"
His handler is proud to hear that.
I'LL GIVE YOU ALL THE GRASS EVER SWEET LOVELY BOY </3
Own, that's adorable. He'll have grass in recovery, lots of it, don't worry.
(The bar is very low when touching grass is almost an ultimate reward...)
aaaaaaaaa? wilson my beloved he's so cold
"Wilson" and "beloved" in the same sentence is........ something I was not expecting ever. Huh.
ooooooo :D I remember wondering why the art of him showed him with blue lines in his collar when he was a threat level red!!! fascinating :3
šŸ˜Š when the nullification is on, it stays blue. When he's being shocked, it flashes yellow, and when his magic is free, it turns red. :D safety measures, too.
About the withering description, thank you! I really think it might be too abstract or dense to some people, especially those who don't have any context, but there's really not much I could do. From Cyrus's view, he's not seeing what the magic is actually doing, and this needed to be included on the first chapter.
But I'll try to slide in some description from Wilson's view of his powers in a canon chapter to make it clearer, perhaps make a separate post showing his vision vs what's actually happening, if I can.
And yeah! On the drabble I was really thinking about that song. But on canon, it became more like a curious fact, because I made it so it's from another language. It doesn't have a set lyrics, though the translation would be something akin to the hurt incantation. No one knows what Cyrus's murmuring means, not even him, it's gibberish to them all.
Yeaaah! I'm happy you saw that "Sweet Creature" follows the same line that "Magic Euphoria" drabble. It's pretty much that drabble, but from his perspective, plus a bit more at the beginning and end. This chapter is the truly canon, since when I did the drabble I didn't have the characters in mind, but Cyrus really does say "yes, sir" because his conditioning runs deep. He doesn't say "okay" ever.
(But Wilson is also an unreliable narrator, so you can consider the drabble him remembering Cyrus's words to be more disobedient than it actually was, since he spoke quietly)
(Poor baby, being shocked not even knowing why, loosing his warmth, being remembered as disrespectful even when he wasn't...)
Metallokinetic whumpee is not well :(
"oooo so he has gloves on when not working got it got it. leather! I assume it's to avoid skin to skin contact? or his hands are the most effective conduit and the higher-ups don't want him touching anything with his hands?"
I like the way you're going :)
(Both Cyrus and Wilson have gloves, but Cyrud's is restrictive)
About the den (his cabin) and mattress.... eh, don't get too happy. Remember, unreliable narrator. And this ask is very important.
(Oh, you reminded me that I wanted to put the images of his cabin and capsule on the chapter, thanks, I'll do that later)
"oooo is his collar nullifying it? or the gloves? capsule??? I think it's the collar"
All of the above. Plus the glasses too. Safety measures :)
the euphoria narration thing is. so fucking good man. but why'd he get shocked?? this isn't in the wilson pov chapter šŸ˜”
First, thank you <3
Second, it's not defined, it could have been a lot of different things. But my favorite option is that he started singing without realizing it.
"someone please give him a blanket istg. I know this is a different kind of cold but can he have a blanket :("
He can only earn blanket privileges when he's at the central base. In caimpaings there are no blanket privileges.
If he's very very good, tho, he might earn one night with a blanket.
!!! sneaky :0
šŸ„° He would look down ashamed at your words. He really didn't mean to be... he just wanted to relieve some of the painful uneasiness.
also love that. ā€œhis handler always sees everything.ā€ !!! love love love that love the sheer amount of fear and expecting danger
YEAAA, that's the emotions I wanted to show. Especially since Cyrus is blinded so often. He rarely knows when Wilson is looking, to what he pays attention, what is his expression. It's kinda like the Panopticon Prison. You never know when you're being watched, so you stay on edge the whole time.
Wilson is a smart handler :)
HE'S NOT EVEN ALLOWED TO MOVE WITHOUT PERMISSION??? I mean I expected that but damn. also gloves again. is it a military thing or is this the skin contact thing
He's not allowed to move in the ways Wilson doesn't approve. What moves does Wilson approve? Only Wilson knows.
Cyrus discovers when he's shocked for doing the ones on the "no" list.
And the gloves, ah the gloves. Who knows?
Wilson knows, he's the one that changed their designs too.
pfft I love those moments of like. passive caring about everyday stuff in whump. they're funny but then they're not funny
Yeah, I really like doing that :D
Cyrus doesn't want to go through an hour of Wilson getting his anger out in his hair, leaving him with a sore scalp and holding back tears. His hair is full of broken strands because of it already.
HEY DON'T CALL HIM SNEAKY I DID IT FONDLY >:(
I let out a really genuine laugh šŸ¤£
ough.. he's so scared poor baby
Of Wilson? Always.
D: man I don't even know what to say this is just rlly fuckin good. guilt my beloved
Oh well, thank you <3
huh??? how come he didn't get physically close to any of it
His comedown has really fun hallucinations :)
Auditory, visual, gustatory, tactile, proprioceptive and interoceptive ones. Not all together or at the same comedown, it varies.
WOW!!! love the logic and treating cyrus like so much of an object wilson can just talk out loud while he's there.
:)
man. I love cyrus. I love wilson. I have so many feelings about them both... I rlly love handler whumpers those are so neat I love cold whumpers that are professional. wilson has such a presence in this chapter. cyrus is so cute I wanna wrap him in blankets...
I loved how this was like. stractured with the euphoria and comedown and everything. I also love how despite everything cyrus is still so caring towards others it's so. ough </3
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Really, thank you for this <333 I'm really pleasently surprise to see people saying stuff like "doing the fenris thing" for the commentaries. It really makes me happy, like... YEAH? Please do! With me and with others. It's so cool to read these. Even tired, even busy, I just wanted to keep coming here to read yours and others comments.
So thank you <3 really enjoyed reading this, and I really like the way you think :)
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Sweet Creature
Content: magical living weapon, dehumanization, "it" briefly used as pronoun, dangerous whumpee, magical euphoria, shock collar, sensory (visual) deprivation, manhandling, military whump, implied institutionalized whump, magical slavery, heavily implied mass murder, hallucinations.
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(Curse of Withering masterpost)
Cyrus wishes to at least have a look around while outside. It would only be a military camp, soldiers walking around, tents set up, maybe some horses on one side. Not a very pleasant nor interesting view.
But at least he would be seeing the sky, and the grass, and people.
He's not. He's seeing pure black from behind his nullification glasses, being guided by an unrelenting hand on his neck, just above his heavy collar. Not even allowed to feel skin, only the tough material of a glove.
Around Cyrus, talk dies down, and muttering comes to life, as he's used to. It never stops making him feel ashamed.
Also not allowed to curl up or hide in any way, he's just dragged forward to keep walking.
A strong sensation of nausea hits him when they enter his designed post tent of this campaign. It feels like the protection barriers put around the tents are getting stronger each campaign.
Being on an empty stomach doesn't help, either. Regret fills him from refusing breakfast, but he's sure his stomach wouldn't have kept it down anyway.
"... This is it? The rumors made it look spine-chilling, not... this." A voice from his right side says, a bit far back. Further into the tent, then. Cyrus doesn't recognize the voice, but the words are familiar.
The gloved hand on his neck squeezes, and he stops after a second of trying to figure out if it was out of frustration or a command to stand still.
No scolding comes, so it must have been a command. Or both.
"Wait until you see it destroying a whole military camp while laughing like a maniac," Mr. Wilson says. That voice he does recognizes in the very core of his being. And by the coldness of it, his handler is audibly used to that question as well.
Cyrus doesn't have time to feel ashamed of the words before a pressure on his neck commands him to kneel down. Even with the knee pads, a mercy not chosen by his handler, the impact hurts a bit.
"Behave." Is what reaches his ear before the leather gloves are unfastened from his wrists.
Magic wraps around the metal gloves that were beneath the leather ones and bend it open. Cyrus didn't even hear the metallokinetic's handler telling them to do that. Maybe this gifted doesn't have a handler, he knows there's some free Gifted that serve the military willingly.
Unlike Cyrus.
He obediently waits with unmoving hands until his handler applies pressure on his head in another silent command. No one speaks as the nullification glasses are unlocked from his bowed head, nor when his half-necrotic fingertips find the floor beneath him.
It's not grass, it's rocks. He suppresses a disappointed sigh.
Cyrus knows better than to look around or shift from his position, but he's still able to see a bit of the tent's inside. The metallokinetic does in fact have a handler, and a black eye. He can't see anyone else, they're all behind him for safety.
That black eye must hurt, there's probably more bruises under the clothing, it never stops at just one.
Cyrus shouldn't care that the gifted was hurt. But he did. They deserve someone to care.
Mr. Wilson blocks his vision of the gifted by crouching down. The direct, practical delineation of where the enemy camp is sinks into his mind easily as his handler speaks. It's easy to map in his head exactly where he needs to focus on.
"You have permission to use your power, Wither." An uncomfortable eagerness blooms in him at the words.
"Yes, sir," Cyrus whispers and his collar beeps, its blue lights turning red as magic comes to life under his skin once again.
ššƒšš‘ššŽšš›ššŽ šš¢šš˜ššž ššŠšš›ššŽ, ššœšš ššŽššŽšš ššŒšš›ššŽššŠššššžšš›ššŽ.
Pain doesn't even register in the sea of feelings building up in his body. The rocks puncturing the palms of his hands aren't nearly enough to ground him, not after years of the magic slowly numbing his nerves.
The tent disappears and all he can see is colors erupting from the blackness, like thousands of little roots travelling through the grass. Ignoring the surrounding life had become easier over the years, and the withering knew to travel until it's closer to the delineated area than to him before branching to reach all soldiers of the other side.
It took less than a minute for him to spiral into euphoria this time.
Faintly, he knew his lips were moving, in that same eerie murmur of always, singing words he couldn't understand, but also couldn't forget. An incantation that breaks the laws of nature. A chant that was never created... only repeated. The echo of something that always existed.
And so he repeats. From the words, waves of withering magic follows the colorful branches and pushes it forward.
His hands crack and dug further into the ground, and he repeats the chant again. Again, again, again...
š™°ššššŠšš’šš—.
Cyrus could see, or in a way feel, the life bursting out of the enemy's camp. It was hard to separate what was greenery and what was people, but it didn't matter in the end.
Wither magic fills the entire enemy camp with thousands of black ramifications that only he sees the colors of. Growing, rotting, decaying.
Every cell in his body beams with giddy energy.
A warm mist swirls on his arms pleasantly. Something similar started filling his eyes, and Cyrus's head was pure delight. His chest shudders with a bubbly feeling as a smile grows on his face.
And then everything goes black. The cold, painful reality crashes down on him, harshly taking all the cheerfulness away and leaving behind an itch, a hysteric uneasiness. A faint beeping of his collar tells him he's done today, it had turned blue again.
Cyrus didn't even know he had made a noise until the collar beeps again with a warning electrical shock. With a flinch, he goes dead quiet. An argument was happening over his head.
Cyrus wants to keep using his magic, why can't he? It's so warm and happy-
"It was fucking smiling, it is fine to keep on! What is the point of having a weapon that can't be used?!" A man behind him almost yells. Not the same one from before, a slightly more familiar one. It might be the general, but without seeing it's hard to be sure.
Yes, Cyrus was fine to keep going, he was! It's been less than a minute with the nullification glasses back on, but he misses the colorful cheerfulness already, his body is taut with the need to move, to do something, anything.
But Mr. Wilson is right there, so he stays obediently still.
"I'm not telling it to launch an attack again! The magic would consume it's head and-" Mr. Wilson pauses, and Cyrus recognizes his temper rising. It's an effort not to flinch. "Ugh, you have no idea how bad it gets. Wither. Up, we're leaving."
"Mmn?" The order takes a second to click. "Oh... yes, sir..." To speak was hard, his tongue didn't move the okay he wanted it to. Cyrus could hear the ecstatic smile on his own voice, and he almost winces at it, but without knowing why. To smile was good, wasn't it?
Should he even be speaking, actually? Wilson doesn't usually like him speaking. Did he say "Sir" as he was supposed to? He doesn't think so... but no shock comes. Perhaps he did. It's hard to remember.
The floor seemed to spin beneath Cyrus when he stood up.
A gloved grip squeezes his arm and Cyrus knows to stay completely still, despite the dizziness. Magic envelops his hands as the metal gloves are bent to fit them again. He still couldn't hear the metallokinetic's handler telling them to do it, maybe it had been a silent command.
He feels the leather gloves being fastened on his wrists, too, before Mr. Wilson grabs him by the upper nape and guides him out. The sound of many boots around them tells him the escort team is here already.
On the way back, there's no longer any murmuring. Even blinded, he knows everyone is just staring. There's only the sound of heavy steps and the wind slowly bringing the smell of death into the camp.
The heavy metal door shuts with the escort team outside, and the only steps that echo inside the container are his and Mr. Wilson.
Blindly, he's pushed to sit inside his resting capsule. Oh, that's right, he's at a campaign, his den isn't here... the sad longing only lasts a second.
The thin mattress is cold, and the restraints are too tight. Cyrus hates the cold, but it feels so weird, he can't help but giggle. It sounds off, but he can't pinpoint why.
"Quiet," Mr. Wilson scolds sternly, fastening his legs securely inside the capsule. Cyrus flinches and tenses from the upcoming shock that doesn't arrive.
What a silly thing, to flinch from something that didn't even happen. He suppresses another fit of giggles.
The pressure building up behind his eyes and neck is getting harder to ignore. His fingers twitch with the need to use his magic again, but the nullification doesn't let him.
The pressure gets worse.
šš‚šš’šš—šš šššš˜šš› ššžššœ, ššœšš ššŽššŽšš ššŒšš›ššŽššŠššššžšš›ššŽ.
Now the shock comes, and Cyrus's flinch is not so funny this time. It wasn't just a warning shock, but he doesn't know why he has been punished. Mr. Wilson doesn't clarify it, either. He's scared of not knowing.
The twitches are getting worse. He wants to move. The cold is starting to creep in again, and he wants the warmth back.
His hands move slowly under the temporarily loose restrictions, trying to relieve some of the painful nervous energy without grabbing Mr. Wilson's attention.
It doesn't work. His handler always sees everything.
"Did I say you could move, Wither?" Cyrus freezes from the gelid tone. His shoulders go up chastened just before a gloved hand fists his hair harshly. That'll form a knot later... he wants to wash up and detangle his hair already, before it gets too bad.
From how harsh Mr. Wilson's grip is, he doesn't think he'll be allowed that so soon.
"Stop trying to be sneaky, that's the only warning you'll be given." Cold and firm as always. Frightening as always.
"Yes, sir," Cyrus answers quietly. It's weird how he still feels afraid and sad even when he's feeling giggly and euphoric.
Euphoric. Didn't that word mean something important? The headache is getting worse.
Mr. Wilson's grip only grows even more painful. There's more to be said, but Cyrus's head is not working well. He doesn't want to talk, he wants to move.
What weapons want doesn't matter.
He tries again. "I'm... I won't be sneaky again. I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson," he tries. The hand leaves his hair without any further words.
The need to move only gets worse in the silent. He knows Mr. Wilson knows. Cyrus's body is so tense it hurts.
He needs to use his magic, he needs to. It hurts, it's bad, he wants the giddy energy back, and not this nervous, restless cold creeping in. Everything is still pitch black, and the restraints are too heavy, and he wants his magic free again-
So you can kill more people with it?
No. What? No, no, no-
Your handler stopped you before the euphoria truly took place. Where is your gratitude, you vile thing? Why must others die just so you can smile?
That's not what he wants, he just... he just wants the colors back, the happy feeling of-
Of killing.
The memories of colored forms change. Those were people.
People you killed.
"Are you crashing already?" Comes the distant, cold voice. It takes long seconds for Cyrus to recognize it's Mr. Wilson's.
Crashing. Yes. Yes, he's crashing, and he's still on war camp, so he doesn't even get his white den-
Images strafe his mind. People died. People were killed. By him. And he was just smiling. He giggled to people losing their lives. Not only soldiers, there were medics, and servants, and-
A cold, sharp thing runs his arm and he flinched away, swallowing hard. He tastes blood. He knows it's not his.
Vile thing. You're a plague on earth that should be eradicated.
Cyrus's back presses against the capsule mattress, and he can barely separate what is real touch and what isn't. Sharp goosebumps run up his arm, his hands are being held, there's a pressure on his chest and a numbness on his left leg.
"It's euphoric state was pretty fast this time, it was a good timing to retrieve it," Mr. Wilson's out loud thinking reaches his ear along with a faint noise of screams that mustn't be true.
They're true, you're just hearing them too late.
"Today will be easy, then."
Cyrus couldn't disagree more with his handler.
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Want to see Mr. Wilson's pov? This is the drabble this series began as. You can consider it a loose version of this chapter, but in Mr. Wilson's view.
Taglist: @whump-till-ya-jump @floral-comet-whump @paingoes @bonbonbobomb @inhurtandincomfort @half-duck @scoundrelwithboba
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kimmkitsuragi Ā· 1 year ago
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i finally understand the temptation of buying a beverage
#i mean i love drinking tea all the time but u dont necessarily buy that everyday u know#u can just do it yourself instead of buying it from a cafe#but this one.... i tried to look for the recipe but it looks like this one place just made it up and it's so. mmmmhhh#so will i be buying an overpriced drink the first thing tmrw morning before i go sit in my language class? yes#my friend bought that one during one of our lotr days this week and she was like omg check this out and let me taste it#it was so good i bought it for myself the next day#and since that day im like....... i can almost taste it rn....... a phantom taste in my mouth........... i need it.............#etc etc and hi btw if anyone is still reading#i didnt stop here that much this whole week and honestly i probably will continue that if i can help it :>#i need to do stuff which i still didnt do this week bc like. i was having a silly time#which good for me!! but like. can u please do stuff atp im just šŸ§ā€ā™‚ļø we kinda have to u know#it feels kinda bad to put it off all the time too#i wont get into the existential crisis of it all yet again we've been over this#but also im so not over it at all. so#action plan and actually execute it girl. please. i will have to ask for letters from some of my instructors so like#i dont wanna be like hahahahahaahha aahhah i kinda didnt do anything in the meantime lol :D#not the greatest motivation btw i know just. anyway#life update kinda but make it weird. lol#šŸ—’
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#PHEWWWW HI GANG#im writing this via tumblr web so bear with me but i hope everyoneā€™s 2025 has started off well so far !!!!!! a lot has happened on my end#(the good and the bad but we are thugging it out!)#iā€™ve received very wholesome messages from my lovely moots which iā€™ve taken a sneak peek of and will be replying to when i get the time !!#anywho! i donā€™t know when iā€™ll be back on here bc my creative juices have been DRAINED so yeah :C i didnā€™t wanna leave completely so i#archived my acc for a bit while i sort things out :3 ā€” my reason for doing so is mixed really. more on losing motivation and just basically#stuff to worry about irl BUUUUT i missed you all so much and me being here and making a post means its kinda getting better on my end so ya#prob not relevant but iā€™ll enable my asks again if anyone wants to leave anything so that i can come back to it again when i log on sjdnksj#also also iā€™ve been watching ā€˜the apothecary diariesā€™ s2 and its so amazing !! i also started ā€˜a sign of affectionā€™ and let me tell you how#much i was kicking and rolling around my bed KSNDKSJ#gaming-wise i recently pulled for c0 arlecchino but lost her weapon to clorindeā€™s weapon šŸ˜­šŸ™šŸ¼ but shes amazing and i love her gameplay sm!#AND AND OMG LADS.??. WELCOME BACK CALEBBBBBB OMGGG i havent done the main story yet but iā€™m excited !! i know ppl have mixed feelings over#him and his actions but hes so up my alley so ik im gonna be eating it up hehe. i did manage to pull for his standard 5 star which is#exciting too !!! anyway i want to try and get back into writing again because my mind has been brewing yet another heavy chrollo angst šŸ˜½#(i love putting my husband through grief)#or maybe iā€™ll start w finishing off a couple of loose ends from the fics i never finished šŸ˜­ (iā€™m so sorry)#welp thatā€™s all from me !! i love u all <3
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hailsatanacab Ā· 1 year ago
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For the prompt ask game!
9. Sleep deprivation and/or 37. Secret Relationship and/or 40. Identity reveal/major secret reveal
(I selected a few so you can chose the one that resonates the most.)
For any DPxDC characters. <3
*emerges from a google docs, covered in blood and panting* i did it... it is done.
thank you for the prompt!! because i love a challenge, or because i can't stop myself, i went and did all of them!! for everyone!! everyone is sleep deprived and everyone is revealing secrets ^^'
Danny/Tim, mentioned Jazz/Jason
(ą¹‘ā€¢Ģ ā‚ƒ ā€¢Ģ€ą¹‘) enjoy!! prompt ask game
kid napping
ā€œRed Robin, sound off. Status?ā€
ā€œAll good here, Oracle. Everything okay?ā€
Itā€™s been a slow night, never a good sign. Pent up energy itches under his skin and he stretches when he stands, preparing for whatever Oracle is going to throw his way. Itā€™s going to be something, he can tell.
ā€œGood.ā€ Relief briefly colours her voice answers, before she becomes serious again, keys clacking away in the background. ā€œThereā€™s been a report from Agent A. It appears that one Timothy Drake has been kidnapped and is being ransomed for five million dollars and a helicopter. Iā€™m tracing the call now.ā€
ā€œA helicopter, too? Kidnappers these days, used to be they just wanted their money and that would be the end of itā€¦ a fucking helicopter, wow.ā€ Red Hood scoffs, and Red Robin canā€™t help but join in the laughter over the comms.
ā€œDoesnā€™t exactly sound like these are the brightest tools in the shed now, does it, Hood? Wonder what poor schmuck theyā€™ve got instead.ā€ Nightwing says, slightly out of breath.Ā 
The smile slips off Red Robinā€™s face and clammy, cold dread shivers down his spine. A stone settles in his stomach. He wets his lips and clears his throat. ā€œOracle, can you pull up the CCTV on my apartment near WE? Any closer to tracing the call?ā€
ā€œStill on the trace, theyā€™re using a jammer. Agent A is cooperating so they should phone back soon, which will help.ā€ she reports, falling into silence as he finds the video feed.
ā€œYou know who it is?ā€
ā€œI hope not.ā€
Itā€™s tense, he taps his feet on the rooftop, fingers tightening over his grapple as he fights the urge to fly off the roof and check for himself. It better not be him. Please, dear God, donā€™t let it not be him.
ā€œWhat are you thinking, Red Robin?ā€ Batman growls through the comms. Red Robin can hear the wind under his words, whipping fast as he no doubt makes his way over to his position.
ā€œI had a, uh, a friend coming over tonight. From behind, heā€¦ he could be mistaken for Tim Drake.ā€
The jokes fall silent, the comms growing serious as they pick up on his tone.
ā€œWell, fuck.ā€Ā 
ā€œEloquent as always, Hood.ā€
ā€œShut up, bat-brat.ā€
ā€œYou were right, Red Robin, it looks like it was yourā€¦ friend they caught, instead. About two hours before the call came in. Iā€™m following their van now, I should have the destination soon. In the meantime, it looks like theyā€™re heading towards the docks.ā€
Red Robin throws himself off the building, shooting his grapple as low as he dares to get the fastest swing he can.Ā 
They have Danny.Ā 
Worry gnaws at his gut even as gravity pulls it into his throat with another swing.
Danny isā€¦ And Red Robin means this in the nicest way possible, but Danny is fragile. They havenā€™t talked about it, but RR knows that Danny has health problems. Something plaguing him since he was young, thatā€™s landed him in the hospital more than once. A weak heart, far too slow to be normal, possibly chronic fatigueā€”heā€™s always so tired, falling asleep anywhere he can.
Sometimes, he doesnā€™t even need to put his head down. Once, when they had gone to the corner store to get some popcorn to enjoy their movie (which Danny had explicitly and repeatedly promised he wouldnā€™t snore through this time), Danny had rested his head on Timā€™s shoulder while they were waiting and heā€™d justā€¦ gone. On his feet, asleep, just like that.
Heā€™d laughed, when Tim woke him up. Apologised. Said Tim made him feel safe enough to fall asleep just about anywhere andā€”
Red Robin grits his teeth and corrects his course as Oracle updates them with more precise coordinates.
Tim had carried him home that night, piggy-back for four blocks, but by the end of it, he wasnā€™t tired at all. And thatā€™s another thing, Dannyā€™s just so light. Itā€™s concerning.
They never did watch that movie, but itā€™s a night that Tim canā€™t help remembering fondly all the same. Theyā€™d ended up rewatching some old sitcom that Dannyā€™s seen countless times but Timā€™s never really bothered with, Danny drifting off to sleep again and Tim eventually following him, becauseā€¦ sleep is easy with Danny.
Itā€™s the same for him, he thinks. He canā€™t explain it, but he feels safe enough to sleep with Danny, too.
He needs to be alright.
ā€œSoā€¦ Is this friend just a friend? Or a friend friend?ā€Ā 
ā€œA friend, Nightwing. Now hurry up.ā€
Heā€™s not in the mood to play these games, not now. Thereā€™s a reason why none of them know about Danny, and this is one of them. His family, as much as he loves them, are just too damn nosey for their own good.
ā€œYou know that doesnā€™t answer my question at all.ā€
ā€œThen why donā€™t you ask something intelligible, rather than continue with your childish antics?ā€ Robin snarks, and for once, Red Robin has to agree with him. Or, rather, heā€™s grateful for the distraction that it gives him.
Tim has secrets. Heā€™s sure that Danny does, too, and so farā€”aside from the standard background check he always runs on new friends and friend friends alikeā€”heā€™s done very well to respect them. He just canā€™t say that his family would do the same.
They can be overwhelming, to say the least, and Tim has tried his best to protect Danny from that.
Only to fail to protect him in every other way that it counts.
ā€œHow long have you guys been ā€˜friendsā€™?ā€
ā€œNightwing, save it, please.ā€
ā€œWhatā€™s his name?ā€
He ignores him.
Red Robin lands on the building first, thank goodness. He wastes no time in finding a skylight that can be pried open fairly quietly, slipping inside without a second thought.
ā€œWait for backup, Red Robin, that is an order!ā€ Batman says, when he lets them know heā€™s in.
ā€œNegative, Batman. Iā€™m getting him back.ā€
ā€œRed Robin!ā€
He weaves silently through the desks on the second floor of the warehouse, always moving, always keeping a trained eye on the shadows around him.
When he reaches the stairs, he hears voices.
ā€œLooks like three of them, armed. The-the hostage is tied to a chair in the middle of the room, heā€¦ā€ Red Robin takes a steadying breath. The person has a burlap sack over their head is slumped to the side, from where he is, Red Robin canā€™t see if his chest is moving. Thereā€™s blood on the floor. ā€œHe needs medical assistance. Another two on the northside entrance.ā€
The comms explode in admonitions, everyone pleading with him to stay where he is, to wait for help, but fuck that. With a tap, he switches them off and he can finally, just about make out the words of the kidnappers as he creeps down the first few steps.
ā€œā€”shouldnā€™t he have woken up by now?ā€
ā€œI donā€™t know, man, youā€™re the one that hit him! Do you think heā€™sā€”ā€
ā€œNo! I didnā€™t even hit him that hard, I swear!ā€ the man cries, holding his hands up in surrender. ā€œI just couldnā€™t take any more of his stupid jokes!ā€
If there was any doubt in Red Robinā€™s mind that they picked up Danny by mistake, itā€™s gone now. Yeah. If you get Danny, you get his stupid jokes, too.
He creeps closer.Ā 
Thereā€™s some storage crates between him and Danny, if he can get behind there without being seen then that leaves him in a good position for when whoeverā€™s next in takes out the guys at the front. He canā€™t do anything without them gone first, not without risking them taking shots inside and endangering Danny.
The man that hit Danny circles round behind him and grabs at his hands.
ā€œWhat are you even doing, Pat? Who gives a shit, leave him alone.ā€
ā€œIā€™m just checking! I just gotta see!ā€
ā€œFuckā€™s sake, guys, who cares? We just gotta get our money, thatā€™s itā€”ā€
ā€œAnd our helicopter!ā€
ā€œAnd ourā€”ā€
ā€œShit, I canā€™t find a pulse! Shit, Frank, I killed him, Iā€”ā€
Jason told him once that when the Pits overtook him, he used to see green. Instead of blacking out, heā€™d be swimming in that putrid Lazarus colour and heā€™d slip into that rage and bad things would happen.
Heā€™s heard of people seeing red, too, but really, he thinks thatā€™s more of a literary device.
Tim doesnā€™t see anything aside from his targets.
A barrage of birdarangs take the guns from the guys at the front, the three around Danny startling badly enough that the guy that kilā€”thatā€™s behind Dannyā€”stumbles, losing his footing.
Only one of them shoots.
Amateurs.Ā 
Thereā€™s a round of curses on the comms as the shots come through. Oracle must have turned them back on.
ā€œFucking hellā€”Nightwing and I are at the front, Red Robin, donā€™t worry about them.ā€
Red Robinā€™s barely listening.
He spins, kicking the largest guy in the stomach hard enough so that he doubles over, wheezing. Following through the movement, another kick lands on the side of his head and heā€™s down.Ā 
The second one, Frank, gets his wits about him and raises his gun, spraying wildly. Heā€™s a shit shot, going wide in panic, and Red Robin simply ducks and rushes forward, keeping low. Tackling the guy, he grabs the gun off of him and uses it to smash him across the face, once, twice, three times, before he stops moving.
ā€œOracle, get police and paramedics on scene, now.ā€ Batman says, the displeasure in his voice evident. ā€œRed Robin, Robin and I are coming in from the top.ā€
Pat hasnā€™t even made it up off the floor yet, scrambling backwards, fear plain on his face.Ā 
Red Robin stands, breathing heavily, gun still in hand.
ā€œIā€™m sorry, Iā€™m sorry, I swear I didnā€™t mean to do it! Pleaseā€”please, donā€™t, please!ā€
Red Robin doesnā€™t kill.
Well, no, Red Robin doesnā€™t normally kill.
No, thatā€™s not quite right, either.
Red Robin has killed. Red Robin will more than likely kill again. Red Robin sees no problem with killing.
The gun is up, pointing towards the guy without any real thought about it.
Footsteps rush behind him, the familiar heavy footfalls of Batman and Robin, so he doesnā€™t bother turning around. The gun follows the guy as he keeps pulling himself backwards, snot and tears mingling down his face.
ā€œRed Robin,ā€ Batman says, softly.
Itā€™s always weird hearing Batmanā€™s voice like that. Itā€™s not the first time, obviouslyā€”Batman canā€™t use his scary intimidating voice on victims or children, after allā€”but having it used on him is weird.Ā 
ā€œBreathe.ā€
ā€œHeā€™s dead. They killed him.ā€
If hearing Batmanā€™s voice was weird, Red Robin canā€™t even recognise his own.
Distantly, he realises heā€™s dissociating. Thereā€™s a tightness in his chest, itā€™s hard to breathe, a growing buzz drowns out any noise in his ears and he canā€™t think, he canā€™tā€”
A heavy hand squeezes his shoulder, jolting him out of his thoughts. Batman reaches around and gently removes the gun from his grip, and Tim feels the instant loss of it. He should have done it, why hadnā€™t he done it?
Robin takes care of the last man, his crying cut off by a swift kick to the head. Nightwing and Red Hood join them, zip-tying the men on the floor and starting to drag them back to the entrance of the warehouse one by one.
No one says a word.
Shrugging off Batmanā€™s hand, Tim moves towards the chair.
Shaking, he takes a deep breath and removes the sack. The small part of him that was left hoping it wasnā€™t him, it couldnā€™t be him, please dear God let it not be him, shatters.
Even dead, he looks peaceful.
Timā€™s seen death. Heā€™s no stranger to it, heā€™s seen what it can do to a person. Thereā€™s some blood coagulating over his eyebrows, but otherwise, he looks peaceful. Is that comforting? That he didnā€™t suffer?
Dannyā€™s head lolls to the side as the sack comes completely away, his hair flopping over his eyes. Timā€™s been on at him to get a haircut lately, he thinks itā€™ll be nice tidied up a bit, just on the sides. Itā€™ll get rid of that permanent bedhead. Help him with job interviews, heā€™s got to be thinking about that now that heā€™s in his last year of college.
Itā€™s about the only thing thatā€™ll hold him back, Tim thinks. Dannyā€™s brilliant. Any employer would be a fool to turn him down because of his shaggy hair, but employers are stupid so it makes sense to put your best foot forward andā€”
Tim falls to his knees.
Fuck.
Heā€™s dead, heā€™s reallyā€”Dannyā€™s skin is horribly pale, cold to the touch. Gone is his bright, cheerful smile.Ā 
ā€œDanny, Iā€™m sorry, Iā€™m so, so sorry, Iā€”ā€Ā 
He stops himself with a deep, shuddering breath. He canā€™t break down here, he canā€™t, he canā€™t, he canā€™t.
Instead, he tips forward to rest his head in Dannyā€™s lap, arms curling around himself. They were too late. They got here as fast as they could and they were too late.
Ā ā€œDanny, Iā€™m so sorryā€¦ā€ he whispers. ā€œIā€¦ I love you, I love you, Iā€™m sorry.ā€
Dimly, he can feel the others standing around them. Someone crouches down beside him, resting a comforting arm over his back, but he doesnā€™t turn his head to see who it is. He squeezes his grip on Dannyā€™s legs tighter.
ā€œCome on, baby bird. Letā€™sā€”ā€
Theyā€™re interrupted by a huge, honking snore as Danny jerks himself awake.
Timā€™s head snaps up, staring at Danny with wide eyes.
ā€œYou were asleep?ā€ Red Robin springs up, several different emotions rapidly flip flopping through him.
ā€œWhaā€¦ What?ā€ Danny heaves a yawn, blinking blearily down at him. ā€œSorry, Iā€™m justā€¦ they were shit kidnappers, man, really boring. Honestly, worst abduction yet.ā€
ā€œYou were asleep? I thought you were dead!ā€
ā€œNot mutually exlusive, you know.ā€ Danny says through another yawn. He rolls his neck around with an almighty crack and glances at everyone. ā€œDidnā€™t think Iā€™d warrant the whole Bat brigade, thoughā€¦ā€
ā€œThe kidnappers thought they had Tim Drake.ā€ Batman supplies, while Red Robin tries to work through the emotional whiplash.
ā€œAh, makes senseā€¦ wait.ā€ Danny sits up suddenly, squinting at Red Robin. ā€œDid you say you loved me?ā€
ā€œNo, of course not, why would Iā€”ā€
ā€œTim? Is thatā€”are youā€”are you Red Robin?ā€
ā€œEveryone, hold the fuck up!ā€ Red Hood shouts from the other side of the warehouse, having finished securing the perps to a streetlight outside. ā€œDouble R is dating Danny fucking Nightingale?ā€
Well, there goes his identityā€¦ Oh, whoā€™s he kidding, Dannyā€™s smart. Thereā€™s no way he could have salvaged that. This was not how he thought the night was going to go.
ā€œCranberry, is that you?ā€ Danny twists in his chair, somehow delighted to see Red Hood rescuing him, too. ā€œI thought I smelled you lurking about!ā€
ā€œShut it, you little shit. Since when were you dating this dweeb?ā€
ā€œIā€™m sorry,ā€ Red Robin pleads, hands in the air to try and slow down the onslaught of information and insults, ā€œyou two know each other?ā€
ā€œCranberry?ā€ Nightwing echoes, looking as lost as Red Robin feels.
ā€œYeah, Cranberryā€”The Cranberriesā€”zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie. Obviously. Also heā€™s wearing a big, fuck off red helmet.ā€
ā€œYeah, sure, makes sense.ā€
Itā€™s about the only thing that does.
ā€œAnd please donā€™t call my boyfriend a dweeb, Cranberry. Especially when he just said he loves me for the first time.ā€
ā€œHe only said it because he thought you were dead.ā€
ā€œI am dead, so it counts.ā€
ā€œOnly half, so Iā€™d say that puts you at a solid ā€˜likeā€™. Timā€™sā€”and savour this, Tim, because Iā€™m only going to say it onceā€”Timā€™s intelligent, so Iā€™m sure heā€™ll come to his senses soon.ā€
Danny just throws Red Hood such a shit-eating grin. A level of feral that Timā€™s only seen before in Damian.Ā 
ā€œThatā€™s what I used to say about Jazz, too.ā€
Hood scoffs in offence, and to be honest, Timā€™s not sure where he should go from here. What the hell is happening, how do they know each other?
ā€œCome on, is anyone going to untie me or am I really meeting your family mafia-style?ā€
ā€œDo it yourself, Slimer.ā€ Red Hood laughs, crossing his arms.
ā€œUgh, you suck so much. Iā€™ll fucking slime you, just you wait. Canā€™t believe Jazz even likes you, I preferred it when she was dating Johnny.ā€
And then, without Danny doing anything other than muttering obscenities at Red Hood, the ropes fall to the ground. In one swift motion, Danny stands up and stretches himself to his full height of 5ā€™6.
ā€œAll of you need to explain, now.ā€ commands Batman, and honestly, Red Robinā€™s very much on his side of it.
ā€œI canā€™t believe itā€¦ Jason and Timmy are both in secret relationships? Thatā€™sā€¦ How come no one told me?ā€ Poor Nightwing sounds the most shocked out of all of them. He turns to Damian and clasps onto both of his shoulders. ā€œYouā€™re not secretly dating, are you, D? Please tell me youā€™re not, please tell me youā€™re single, please?ā€
Of course, Robin just clicks his tongue and pushes his hands away. Really, Red Robin doesnā€™t think that Nightwingā€™s in any danger of that happening, heā€™d be surprised if anyone could stand Robin enough to actually date him.
He shakes his head and turns to Danny, whoā€™s staring right back at him, worry clear on his face.
Fuck, he... He's alive. He's really alive.
Tim pulls him into a bone-crushing hug, fingers buried deep in his NASA shirt. Tucking his face into the crook of Danny's shoulder, he laughs wetly with the joy of it. He's alive. He hasn't lost him. He's safe.
ā€œIā€™m sorry I havenā€™t told you before now, starshine, butā€¦ā€ Danny breaks the hug and softly pulls away from him to rise on his tiptoes to place a kiss his cheek. The skin burns cold where his lips touch. ā€œI love you, too. Also, youā€™re gonna wanna sit down. This is going to be a lot.ā€
#dpxdc#dead tired#anger management#(barely but it's there haha)#dcxdp#hailsatanacrabšŸ¦€šŸ¦€writes#i'm sorry this has taken a while but also this week has kinda sucked and i'm still pissed off about that#so writing has been a nice little break from that!!!!#i hope you enjoy it!! i'm not fantastic with writing romance/ships so like... hope it's alright haha#also i feel kinda bad about not putting the whole phantom reveal too but like... we get that all that time haha#idk maybe i'll continue it#OH SHIT I FORGOT MY WRITING TAG HOLD ON#must admit - i do like that you can edit the tags now even though the new post maker sucks#anyway!!!!!!! i had this whole bit from danny's pov in the beginning where he just decided to go to sleep but realised that fucking sucked#it was so boring haha#so we got this instead!#hope the emotions came across - i feel like i have a tendency to just go cold and clinical when emotions happen#idk#oh! danny and tim met because danny's a part time barista and when tim ordered his monstrocity of a drink danny just winked and said#'ah the walking dead special coming right up!' and added another three espresso#jason and jazz met before they did though - and none of them knew they were dating the other's family#danny and jason have a bit of a rocky relationship - he's not good enough for jazz!! she deserves way better than some two-bit gangster!!#jason just thinks he's a cute overprotective brother - he really envies their relationship and wishes he could have something like that#he likes to rib danny and tbh danny is really warming up to him too - now that the gross stinky ecto is starting to filter out#(which is thanks to him and jazz - which jason does know about and is extremely grateful for)#(he really does love jazz and is a little bit jealous that tim told danny he loved him first)#(jason goes home that night and dips jazz into a kiss and whispers it into her skin over and over again)#(he loves her he loves her he loves her - and who the fuck is johnny?)#once tim gets over his shock he's doing good! of course he accepts danny there was never any question of that#he meets ellie and then introduces her to kon and the rest of the team and ellie decides she might like to do some superheroing for a bit
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blob-with-a-pencil Ā· 24 hours ago
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What's the origin of your blog name?: ive always imagined myself as a blob whenever i feel strong emotions and i like drawing so i kinda put those two together and.. here we are :)
OTP(s)+Ship Name: i love gay ships a lot, especially mlm, so i guess solangelo, superbat, drarry (i stumble upon it sometimes so its kinda a guilty pleasure..), and lowkey that one captain and doctor in a story book im reading who have such immense chemistry. i cant.
Favourite colour: blood red, persian red, blue, purple, black, and goldāœØ i also like pink too! tho not really a favourite
Favourite game: GHARTIC PHONE OMG I COULD PLAY THAT SHIT FOR HOURS- and probably among us, minecraft(i haven't played in a looong time) and roblox!
Song stuck in your head: never enough from the greatest showman and tv by mico
Weirdest trait/habit: i bite shit and i eat random things
Hobbies: doodling, writing (most of it is stored in my brain file room), crying, eating, singing, reading:)
If you work, what's your profession?: sir, this is a school, and i am a student. /sillh
If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?: maybe an actor, or psychologist. maybe even detective, i dunno.
Something you're good at: i mean, im pretty good at drawing
Something you're bad at: probably time management, focusing on something, PE, keeping my emotions in check, ordering at coffee shops (i swear, i always stutter), and doing anything right
Something you love: talking to my friends:)) and imagining scenarios that will never happen.
Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: probably crime cases, if you give me a specific one. and how to apologize properly for something without saying ā€˜Oh, im sorry you feel that wayā€™. and things about psychology (kind of)
Something you hate: when people think its okay to act like dicks for absolutely no reason at all
Something you collect: i don't really collect stuff? but I've got journals and books
Something you forget: a lot
What's your love language?: I CRAVE THY TOUCH DEAR COMPANION. words of affirmation and quality time too
Favourite movie/show: Percy Jackson, Adams Project, BLOOD OF ZEUSSS
Favourite food: T U N A šŸŸ
Favourite animal: oh my freaking gosh i lub snakes, birds, cats and any sea creature
What were you like as a child?: probably the brightest star, creative, loud, and always wanted to play. a bit dumb tho.
Favourite subject at school: science, maths (no im not kidding, i love math), arts, and home economics
Least favourite subject: FUCKING PHYSICAL EDUCATION and history.
What's your best character trait?: im supportive? and im smart (kinda ig)
What's your worst character trait?: i snap easily (irl) and i care too much
If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?: uhhmmm i would like to have less problems in the family
If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?: my grandfather on my moms side, i would like to punch him in the jaw. for the shit. he did.
Tag as many mutuals as you want! (no pressure):
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What's the origin of your blog title? When I was in middle school, someone told me "you dress so goth, but your personality is so happy. You're like a really cheerful grim reaper. A joyful soul collector." And that's been my username for most everything ever since!
OTP(s) + Shipname: Oooh, right now it's Jayvik, and tbh I can't think of another one, this is one of the first ships I've been really really into tbh. Other dynamics focused on my blog have actually been more platonic, like Irondad
Favorite color: Red!
Favorite game: Dungeons and Dragons! Both as a player, and DM!
Song stuck in your head: The Challenge - EPIC
Weirdest habit/trait? I download thousands of still frames of tv shows that I love so I can make memes out of them. But I have to sift through and delete all the pictures that are blurry or unnecessary, which takes hours. I think it's super fun because I'm autistic and really enjoy sorting stuff lol
Hobbies: Writing, playing DnD, making memes, and hanging out with my friends!
If you work, what's your profession? Not so much a profession lol, I work at a toy store. It's a part time job while I'm in college, studying to be a radiologist!
If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically? Radiologist. But ANY job I wish? Professional DM or Professional DnD player, like the people on Dropout or Critical Role haha
Something you're good at: I'm good at writing stories! I can write them well and write things that make people feel deep emotions, and I like that.
Something you're bad at: Recognizing when someone doesn't want help haha. I tend to try and fix things or help people when they just want to vent, and it ends up frustrating for both of us.
Something you love: I love stories. Any kind, I love so so many
Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: My favorite shows and stories, my dnd campaigns and characters, my stories and ideas
Something you hate: Fascism. Bigotry. Willful ignorance. Fearmongering. Propaganda.
Something you collect: Dice!! I'm a dice goblin for sure haha
Something you forget: I often forget chores unfortunately
What's your love language? Physical touch and acts of service
Favorite movie/show: Ooh right now it's definitely Arcane haha
Favorite food: Sushi!
Favorite animal: Cats!
What were you like as a child? In a word? Unwell haha. I'm a good bit better now, still struggling with a lot, but better than I used to do
Favorite subject at school? English, I was always good at that class
Least favorite subject: Chemistry. I hate that shit so much lol
What's your best character trait? I think that I'm kind and willing to stand up for others
What's your worst character trait? I can be disrespectful to some types of spirituality unfortunately. It just doesn't make logical sense to me. I have two friends that are fully convinced that a cursed doll gave some youtuber testicular cancer. And I just can't see the logic or critical thought in that
If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? Mmm. All of fascism shit is definitely damaging my calm so I'd love to change that specifically
If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? Harry Allen. Google him he's a badass transgender cowboy
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ngl I tried to tag ALL my mutuals that I have, but this was how many it allowed me to do before it made me stop lol so here's as many as I could fit!
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deus-ex-mona Ā· 5 months ago
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i miss herā€¦
#cant believe i forgot about her till the photobook q&a im so sorry witch mona~~~~~~~#press f for honeypre atelier gachas it was gone too soonā„¢ļø#(currently e x t r e m e l y worried and stressed for tomorrow like never before b u t i have to appear like im fine sobs save me monachann)#(can i go on a stress-prompted tangent here about something inane? no? toooo bad im gonna go off anyway~~~~)#ok so. like. since witch mona is the image i have up ā€˜ere and since itā€™s still äøƒęœˆā€¦ todayā€™s tangent will be on irl spooky stories!!#s o. presenting a decently repressed memory from my childhood that resurfaced while i was hibernating at home:#anyways. well. thoughts about the afterlife can vary from person to person yes? thereā€™s no one true correct belief after all#but the one question that unites us all is probably the one and only ā€˜are ghosts real?ā€™#and well. for personal reasons i think so. i mean iā€™ve seen this one dude i hate get possessed a couple of times so welp. cant deny it ig.#wild story about that actually. back in the day my familyā€™s finances were allegedly doing so badly that [dude i hate] had to pick up#a *c e r t a i n* side hustle for extra cash. that side hustle? literal grave digging at the cemetary. at night no less#and *ofc* he wasnā€™t respectful about it in the least so ofc some spirits followed him home. yay. free roommates.#one(?) of them even took residence in my room at the time and im 80% sure they ate my history textbook :( much sads#anyways well once that guy had too much to drink (which was rather often tbh) heā€™d get possessed. fun!#the only possession i ever saw was the n-rarity angry ghost whoā€™d just huff and puff in silence with unfocused eyes most of the time#heā€™d occasionally put on a leather jacket too. but that was like a r-rarity event that didnā€™t happen that often#my mother had the chance to also witness the mosquito (who tried to barge into my room for fresh blood) and the 姑åؘ (self-explanatory)#which is kinda unfair tbh. i wanted to see the ur-rarity ones too :( mostly bc itā€™d be funny to see a guy i hate act ooc (impure intentions)#oh right. ā€‹how did we get the dude out of his possession? we just shook his arm really hard. prolly caused some lasting effects but who know#i think he could also just sleep off the possession but idk i was asleep for the ur-rarity incidents.#cant ask the one witness of it bc i dont want to bring back unnecessary flashbacks of [guy we hate]#anyways itā€™s been years since we moved out from that place and i still want my history textbook back. mostly for the principle of it butā€”#and so thatā€™s the tangent of the day. i feel weirdly less stressed now thanks witch mona#i do wonder how my grandparents are faring on this äøƒęœˆ thoughā€¦#b u t !!!!! tomorrowā€™s date on the lunar calendar says itā€™s an auspicious day for wishful activity and starting a new job!!! soā€¦ maybe~~~~?#hauauauauauauauuauaaaaaa anyways insane tangent over stream monaā€™s new album ok bye#oops forgor to disable rbs i hate how easy it is to forget to use this function man
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liquidstar Ā· 11 months ago
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a friend who'd wait :)
#im posting this very late because i was sort of weary of how it came out and ended up messing w it until it was like 4am oops.#and i have plans tmrw so... oh well! i did my best and ill put it out while i can!#and i tried to make the scene match barnard's colors lol#finn's ocs#finn's art#i know i said id do more sillay stuff with the simpler screentone only style but i had a couple more of these in me#and this is the first piece im making thats like an actual part of the story too rather than just setting stuff for fun#i wanna write something to go with it too but for now ill just sort of briefly explain the context in the tags here:#barnard has a pretty bad case of OCD and his compulsions have made it difficult to make friends in the past#he was never outright bullied or anything but people just didnt really have the patience to deal with it#he has compulsions that include stuff like walking through doors until it feels right and needing things to be perfectly aligned#which in group settings has lead to people having to wait for him to finish his rituals and join them#they might find it tolerable at first but eventually they grow impatient and hes just... not invited to stuff anymore#but juno is a newer member of the guild who ends up frequenting the same library. hes also kinda a little weird#and they dont become fast friends or anything but just sort of naturally spend time in the same place#though they never plan meetups they eventually fall into a routine. around the same time theyd just both be at the library#and read next to each other. and maybe talk a bit. and eventually they end up walking back to the guildhall together#since theyre going to the same place after all. and juno always waits for barnard outside the door#eventually barnard asks if this bothers him. juno kinda just tells him 'of course it does' without any malice or anything. just a statement#barnard is surprised and apologizes and juno says not to. but the next day juno doesnt show up at the usual time.#barnard assumes hes committed somekinda more by bringing it up. he ends up staying there late reading to get his mind off it & not ruminate#but when he leaves juno is in fact still waiting for him down the hall (see pic) having collected a bunch of books literally abt ocd#he fell asleep bc barnard stayed later than expected. and hes an eepy guy generally. and also one very bad at expressing himself#but now barnard gets that juno's 'of course it [bothers me]' had the implication of 'but its worth it' which no friend has previously done.#and from the interaction juno was also able to understand that this isn't something barnard just does for the hell of it so. he studies.#and checks a bunch of stuff out because he thinks it could help his friend too (theres ocd workbooks and such- i remember working w them)#and thats the point where they became more ''friends'' than ''pleasant library acquaintances''#from there on they also do get into juno's problems. whole other bag of worms. but this specific scene is more about bernard from his pov#sorry about when i said briefly explain. i lied </3#but compared to the whole sequence im picturing its brief so shhh
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seventh-district Ā· 5 months ago
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again and again i find myself lamenting that audio roleplay isn't taken more seriously by some people. like yeah, they often have a romantic element, and by nature they usually directly involve/address the listener- and i totally get that those things aren't to everyone's taste. no art or entertainment is universally appealing, and that's okay! but.. it still makes me a lil sad that the "cringe" reputation of asmr/audio rp precedes it. there's a whole lot of talent and creativity being poured into these audios by so many people that i feel goes unrecognized and/or disrespected simply due to the medium that the stories are being told through.
#this post brought to you by: me bingeing Sam & Darlin's entire storyline over the past few days and having a Lot of feelings abt it#asmr#audio roleplay#rp audio stuff#redacted audio#anyways i don't have a conclusion to this post. and i'm not Mad or Upset or anything i'm just thinkin' out loud#and i mean it's not like it doesn't get plenty of praise within its respective audience bc it does. at least for the more popular creators#but i feel it'll still always have the shadow of its cringe reputation looming over it#which makes it hard for some ppl to openly appreciate or share with others that aren't already fans of the medium#like do u know how many comments i've seen along the lines of 'this is great but i'd die if anyone knew i liked this kinda stuff' ?? :(#idk maybe i feel strongly about it bc i'm a self-insert fanfic writer. and i feel like the two have a lot in common. including a bad rep.#like. not every audio will be well-written or produced and neither will every fanfic. but that doesn't mean it's a less legitimate artform#and i'm lucky to have never (yet) received negative comments on my work. but that doesn't mean that it doesn't make me sigh when people-#-say shit like 'this reads like fanfiction' as a way of calling something bad. or other similar sentiments that make the same implication#and i wouldn't be surprised if audio creators feel the same way when they encounter certain comments or statements#like. those YT videos where ppl will 'try bf asmr for the first time' or whatever and it's just 20 mins of cringing and over-reacting? eugh#tbf i haven't watched many bc why do that to myself. so Maybe there's some that are respectful but still. imagine getting roasted like that#and yes yes i know that by posting stuff online you're inadvertently sighing up to be criticized by Anyone but still. man. i dunno#i'm going on a tangent but my point is. i'm grateful for the creators that still make their art in spite of the public's perception of it#bc some of the most impactful emotional experiences i've ever gained from fiction took place in audio rp and i'm so serious abt that.#anyways. this post almost feels like i'm 'making up a person to be mad at' but i promise it's not that serious i'm just yapping. mostly.#certainly not trying to start any kind of debate or anything either i just have a lot of fixation-induced energy and nowhere to put it#this is Eric's fault (/lh) for cooking Sam up in a lab catered exactly to my taste and making Darlin' waaaaay too painfully relatable#but it's also My fault for bingeing the Inversion /and/ the Quinn arc /and/ the Summit all within a couple days. but i can't help myself#feels like i've run an emotional marathon. triathlon. The Emotional Olympics if u will. i'm feeling Everything#who knew that beating the shit out of ur fictional abuser could feel so goddamn cathartic! it's a nice replacement when u can't do it irl#anyways i'm off on a tangent again. thanks for coming to my TED Talk i'm gonna crawl back in my hole now#actually i'm gonna go relisten to a few audios. as Research for my Sam & Darlin' playlist as well as a post i'll be making about it soon#u Know i've got it bad when i not only make a playlist but start Posting on here about the songs that remind me of them. i'm cooked guys.
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innocentcurse Ā· 4 hours ago
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"I totally understand that," Stoker nodded their head. They couldn't understand what that was like personally, not being a beekeeper or anything of the likes themself, but what Winter said made complete sense to Stoker all the same. There were a lot of things that Stoker was made up off, things like speculation, substance use, and adventuring, and without any of those things, Stoker would have lost of piece of himself and who he was. It was different to Winter's connection with his honey, but enough for Stoker to respect that it was a big part of who Winter was.
Even while Winter was experiencing no honey shortage, Stoker still appreciated the gift endlessly. Even as Winter was just about belittling the gift, reasoning that it wasn't as special as Stoker felt it was due to the large amount of honey he had, Stoker's feelings about it didn't change. "You're a really nice person, Winter," Stoker felt a flash of insecurity hit him in the chest as he felt so very different from that. He was friendly, sure, but Stoker had also done things that would always make him feel like an inherently bad person. He ran a hand through his long hair, as if to reset himself and will the bad thoughts away. "That makes no sense to me at all," Stoker shook his head in disbelief - though he did believe that people were sometimes put off by Winter's memory issues, but only because he knew all too well how awful human beings could be. "I'm not perfect, but something like this would never put me off."
Stoker had already thought that Winter was incredibly interesting, but to be gaining an insight into his issues - issues that Stoker hadn't even caught a glimpse of, unknowingly - it bumped that interesting level up by several notches. Of course, Stoker wasn't happy to hear that his friend struggled so much, but that didn't change the fact that it was incredibly interesting to learn about, both the issues and the way that Winter dealt with them. "I can only imagine just how difficult it'd be," Stoker nodded his head. He had never experienced anything like what Winter was going through, but he had altered his mind with drugs and other substances; that was uncomfortable enough as it was, when Stoker came to, sobering up and realising he had no memory of the time he had spent under the influence. For this to be a constant for Winter, one that he didn't inflict upon himself willingly each time, would have been awful. "You don't need to be embarrassed around me, though," he smiled, though he knew his words were only words, and that if Winter were to ever believe them, it would likely take time and proof.
"Oh man," Stoker's face lit up at the comment about honey on toast. "I used to eat that for breakfast all the time as a kid, but I haven't had it for years. I'd almost forgotten about it completely," Stoker shook their head, smiling fondly in recollection. "I think I know what'll be on the menu tomorrow morning," she chuckled, wondering if it'd be a throwback for Silas, too, or if Silas wasn't subjected to the same one-trick-pony that was the live in staff that made Stoker's breakfast as a young child.
"I guess we don't really know that much about each other, no," not past the surface facts and the small pieces of information that had been relevant thus far. Stoker chuckled as he tried his best to think about what exactly he did with his days, always finding it hard to come up with an answer. "Yeah, it's absolutely fine," he first reassured the other, still not put off by the other's need to have information written down for the sake of his memory issues. "That's a hard question though, honestly," he cocked his head to the side in thought. "I like to explore kinda, I guess that's the best way to put it. I'm..." he hesitated as he thought about whether or not he wanted to be so honest, but as Winter had already established a close, open connection between them, he quickly realised that he wasn't afraid of doing so. "I'm a bit of a... Well I don't know how to put it, but I think this town is kinda strange, in ways, and I'm always trying to find out more about it. So I like to explore, and talk to people, and- well find things out, I suppose."
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Nodding, Winter agreed, "Yeah, especially me. I mean...I always have honey here. It's sort of my thing. But I need different ways to enjoy it or else I'll...well, stop enjoying it, you know? And I don't want that because..." Winter trailed off; he knew what he was about to say, but he also knew it might sound stupid. Still, he said it anyway, telling Stoker, "It's so much a part of who I am, beekeeping and selling my honey and all of that, and I kind of don't know who I would be without it." There was one thing though that Winter didn't say out loud: that his bees brought him so much comfort because sometimes it felt like they were the only ones to truly understand him. Their bond was unexplainable and deep, and Winter truly loved them. But he thought that might be too much for Stoker. It seemed like the other understood Winter's point though, and that made him smile. Yes, he was glad the two of them had met.
Upon giving the honey to his new friend, Winter saw his reaction, which made him smile even more in turn. It always felt good to him to make other people happy, and he already knew he'd be giving Stoker another free jar of honey at some point. "It's no big deal," he said, still grinning at them. "I mean...I've got more honey than I can manage sometimes." Right now he didn't have quite as much because it was winter, but he still had more than enough to sell at the markets for the next couple of months. And besides, that wasn't Winter's livelihood anyway - he'd only ever done this because he loved it, not as a job. "I wanted to do something nice for you," he said softly. "I just...I always appreciate when people like me." Winter felt himself getting a little vulnerable now, and he blushed slightly, but still he continued. "Sometimes people think I'm weird or are put-off by the fact that my memory is so terrible," Winter explained further, "so I just...I'm glad you're not one of those people." His cheeks were just a little redder now, but Winter didn't feel embarrassed; he felt like Stoker would understand.
And that was why Winter found himself talking further about the memory issues - he could tell that Stoker wouldn't judge him or make an excuse to leave or something (at least he hoped not). "It's...it's been hard," Winter explained. "I don't even remember how to drive. You know that car in the driveway? That's mine, but it's pretty useless to me. And...and it's not just like a couple of notes." He walked over to a drawer nearby and pulled it open, taking out a stack of notes and holding them up to show Stoker. "See what I mean?" He didn't want to dwell on it too much, but it just felt nice being able to open up about this. There were some things Winter didn't say though, like how he was afraid to even try learning how to drive again because he was worried he wouldn't be able to retain anything he learned. This felt too personal to reveal though, at least for right now. Stoker had nothing but positive and encouraging things to say, and their support made Winter smile, feeling a little less self-conscious. "I'm getting by," he replied, "I am. It's just...it's hard sometimes, and it's embarrassing too." His cheeks were just a little red now, but mostly Winter felt safe and comfortable with his new friend, and he appreciated that greatly.
After the pair had made their tea, Winter sat at the counter with Stoker, taking a sip. "Another way I like honey is on toast," he told Stoker. "Just like drizzled on. If you haven't tried it, well..." He trailed off, nodding toward the jar of honey he'd given the other, a smile on his face. For a couple more minutes, they sat there enjoying their tea, and Winter asked, "So what do you like to do in your free time, Stoker? I guess we still don't know a ton about each other, do we?" Winter felt like Stoker could end up being a good friend, but he wanted to know them more. He removed a small notebook from his pocket as well as a pen, blushing slightly once more. "Is it okay if I take notes?" Winter asked the other.
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skitskatdacat63 Ā· 1 month ago
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FINALLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYY YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!
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2-kamikou-1 Ā· 1 month ago
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ok but no guys seriously how do you ask for reassurance in a way that doesn't make you look like a stupid yandere stereotype
#can't be too casual and be like ā€œhey nothing you did all me but i need some reassurance that you still like meā€#because thats like pathologizing or something???#i dont actually know what pathologizing is supposed to mean ive done a lot of research and i cant wrap my head around it still#but it sounds like something someone would say is pathologizing#I can't go in the middle and actually explain it like#ā€œhey you've been kinda dry lately i wanna know if i did something or if you're not feeling well or if it's just meā€#cause people HATE that#they'll call it guilt tripping they'll lie to get you to shut up and continue to let resentment build#eventually leading to an explosive falling out#OR you'll make them self conscious of their own actions which i would HATE to be the cause of because this SUCKS#but it also ALSO leads to nasty falling outs where they tell you they need to walk on eggshells around you#which may or may not have been due to levels of their own insecurity but either way itd still be my fault#for saying anything in thr first place#and you DEFINITELY can't be like#ā€œhey i really like you and i want to keep you as a friend so thats why i wanted to ask if ive done anything#because you seem really off lately and i don't want this friendship to end because you mean a lot to me and i swear this isn't a guilt trip#or a one-off if you tell me what's wrong if anything i will work on it i will change it i will do anything to maintain this because your#companionship means so much to meā€œ#because that is what ventures into stereotype territory#and it is also really weird and desperate#HOW DO I STRIKE A BALANCE LIKE THIS#the most central neutral option here seems to be the one with the most bad outcomes#also even though I really would do anything to change im still scared of what people might say if i ask that#and i can't just sit with it either because people pick up on my neuroticism and they don't really like it in friends#i don't need a whole rundown of why people like me as reassurance i really just need a few words like#ā€œoh yeah we're cool you didn't do anything/i have personal stuff going on it's not you/etcā€#but in the latter case i don't want my friends to think they have to put their business out there just so i can stop tweaking#and maybe it's bad for me to need the reassurance at all?????? even though i see other people ask about it all the time#but maybe it's different when it's me a lot of things seem to be different when its me#AND THATS NOT COMING FROM A PLACE OF SELF DEPRECIATION it's just a thing ive noticed a lot of things are different when its me compared to
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