#kinda low effort but I wanted to start off easy

[jimalim]

After years of wanting one, but not being able to justify the price tag, I finally treated myself to a PS5. It's been an incredibly rewarding weekend getting to play Spiderman 2 for hours upon hours and not have to worry about work for a while. It's been a stressful year, especially these last few weeks, and I still have a ton of stuff to get done before our winter break, so this was a much needed respite to relax and recharge for the next couple weeks.

[envy-of-the-apple]

Ik requests are closed but just an idea suggestion 😓 reader whos husband pressured their relationship to turn open, only for him to deeply regret it when reader starts getting laid more than him with a character. idk could do any character but im kinda thinking this is gojo or getos thing. and theyve been WAITING for her so they are NAWT letting her husband close it. shes theirs now

Tik tok has been force feeding me Reddit stories with Minecraft brainrot so this came at the perfect time

you (40f) and your husband (43m) have been going through a rough patch when he demands to open the marriage. Afraid to lose him you agree and have to watch him put in more effort than he ever did for you just to go out and leave you alone at night. After a while you pick yourself up and decide to go out too. Maybe at a bar you meet Gojo (28m) and Geto (27m) who buy you drinks and try to get you to go home with them. You go along with it, trying to get your mind off of your husband and hoping the attention of two younger men will do the trick.

they shower you in adoration. gifting you with jewels, designer clothes, taking you out to expensive restaurants that your husband could never look at. being with them is amazing and fun! theyre young, hot, rich. its nice to finally be coddled over.

eventually, when your asshat of a husband realizes he's not even getting a crumb of pussy, and sees you're getting showered with Birkin bags he instantly demands to close back up the relationship.

you timidly agree because he's your husband, and gojo and geto cant undo the years of low-self esteem being married to this guy's done on you. in your head you knew whatever you have with gojo and geto cant last forever. this has just been fun.

gojo and geto disagree and when they figure out you've cut yourself off because of your shitty husband. they lose their shit.

they've been wanting to get rid of him for a while. Now...they have to expedite the process.

they sit him down, hand him a check with a shit ton of cash. Greedily, your husband agrees to all their demands. Divorce you, take nothing, and leave without a word.

(of course, they wont just let your ex go off scot-free, not after everything he did to you. maybe the check was a fraud. maybe he's arrested without a second glance. maybe gojo claims he doesn't know what he's talking about when your ex claims to know the Gojo heir. i mean who's gonna believe some nobody over Gojo and Geto?)

naturally, you're heartbroken, left with a crumbling self-esteem, it's all too easy for the two to corral you back into their arms again, just like it used to be.

[local-diavolo-anon]

i'm back!

ok so 2/3 days ago i found this youtube video where op turned Springtrap (or well, William Afton) into a fully build DnD character, and if i say so myself: things got out of hand fast

so here is my take on DnD Springtrap and specifically on that build (adding more infos under the cut for who is interested, i suggest to watch the video first)

starting with saying that unless you're playing in a scifi setting, this build is either not for you or to be modified, since in later levels spells are heavily centered around technomagic and electronic devices; personally when i will play him i will probably tinker around with the chosen spells and cantrips to make him less violently niche and/or more versatile

which kinda saddens me because it takes away not little of the characterization but, given most dnd stories take place in a medieval fantasy or high fantasy setting, a cantrip like On/Off or a spell like Remote Access are NOT particularly useful; so i will go for more psychic damage or necromancy oriented abilities, maybe i might take more than just 4 levels in artificier as well (especially given that again, all of those warlock spells at later levels are all technology oriented) but i need to see what those offer

however it is a kinda tank-y build given that with a shield on you can get up to a 27 of Ac, so even with low damage and not much hp you would not struggle too much to stay alive, and i like that!

as for the character himself, i put too much effort into my interpretation not to share it, so if anyone wants to play this guy as well, i fabricated a possible backstory that might come useful:

The character goes by the name "Dave Miller" (or whatever variant you want to use), and was originally a human artificier who created constructs for a living, mainly with the goal of offering aid to who needed it for whatever reason.

There however he ran into an issue, that being that a robot need a power source, and his own heart and lungs could not sustain a whole robot by themselves.

After losing part of his family to some kind of accident he became terrified of death, so with age he started replacing his own body parts with machinery to delay his last days (which made him a cyborg), until the point where he was very very close to become just a robot.

(This part may or may not involve a pact with a deity of death, this entirely depends on how you want to play him but it would make sense since the build is an artificier/warlock hybrid)

Through particular and very much not illegal experiments tied to necromancy he discovered that the life force of a living being could be shared, and used as a form of fuel. (possibly: age lived of the creature used= amount of extra months you get)

Here comes the second problem: this only worked with intelligent creatures, and more specifically, it worked best with creatures of your own race, which meant that he either went around murdering people or he found another solution. Non same-race creatures worked as well but not as good and there were not easy to find in the middle of a city and with a shop tied to your name.

And here is where and WHY he'd join a party of adventurers: after some time, his reserves or fuel were running VERY thin, and running into a group of adventurers was a god sent because by joining their party he essentially got a free pass to kill whoever he wanted, and reduce them to a dried raisin after sucking some life force out of them. Doing so you learn that the mowe powerful the creature is, the more energy it produces as well.

Your goal, that you as the player are following, when role-ing your character? essentially slay whatever powerful BBEG your Dm throws at you and suck all of that juicy fuel out of them, so that you can return to your little shop in the middle of the capital and return to create and sell whatever weird construct, doll, or robot comes to your mind for another few decades undisturbed.

And this is it. I think this might be a good backstory that could fit pretty much any setting you want to play this guy into, be it classic dnd or some scifi futuristic thing.

of course you don't NEED to use this one line per line, make up your own without looking back if you don't like it lol, dnd is the "make up shit and have fun" game after all!

Edit: also no his outfit makes no sense, i just went with vibes and decided a tanktop dress shirt, a twin tailed gilet and suspenders OVER said gilet was a good choice.

[takes1]

heyyy, I just found your page and I’m in love omg<333 would just like to request an ushijima imagine with a tall reader (5’10-11) it’s so rare to see a tall reader tbh hahah, anyways reader is captain of the girls volleyball of their school and is a middle blocker, ushijima just kinda stumbled upon their gym with tendou and cannot take his eyes off here or something 😭

Thank youuuuu

thanks pookie! sorry about the wait. this was a great request! i rlly appreciate asks like these. sorry i wrote this man a little different than what i normally see, but it made sense to me

warnings. none, sfw.

details. ushijima not getting social queues / pining!ushijima / kinda dumb!ushijima / stoic!ushijima / staring / secretly sweet!ushijima / tall!reader / team captain!reader / unrequited? crush / tendou being a great wingman / 1.8k words

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Leading a team full of peers never came naturally. At least, the girls didn't make it an easy task when every order, every call was either questioned or giggled at.

Today's practice in particular was getting to you. Nobody was focused up and there were some plays that only existed because it was a Friday afternoon going into a long weekend off.

You shut down a laughable attempt at a spike. If anything, your jump was too high- the ball caught your chest and slammed into the opposite side of the court. What was that? Six shut-downs in the past ten minutes?

"Let's try hitting the ball, not bumping it!" You shouted, swiping the sweat down and off your face. It was mean, but honest.

"We're trying!" Somebody whined.

You flung your arm dismissively at the other side of the net and rested your hands on your hips. Maybe it was just destined to be a rough day, after all.

A melodic whistle from the entrance turned your attention to a cheery redhead, skipping towards the court. Behind him trailed a slower, silent, but somehow greater presence.

You called for a water break at once- celebration ignored- to greet your eccentric friend.

"Strooong block," Tendou grinned and scanned you for signs of effort- he found it in the wetness across your light-colored shirt, "Good game?"

"Hardly," You fanned yourself by pumping your collar with air.

Ushijima stopped glancing around the gym and finally acknowledged your presence- you pretended to not care about his awful staring problem. He didn't look you in the eye, but in a way, it made you more on-edge. Was there something wrong?

You stopped fanning yourself and faked a smile to hide how concerned you were that they might stay to watch, "We're just- off, today--,"

"Mmmm!" Tendou's attentive hum and consequent staring was far more objective, but creepy nonetheless.

What a couple of weirdos.

"We were just about to call it, actually," You placed your hands on your hips, squinting at the other captain to guess his intentions, "So if you were trying to use the court, you can have it."

Narrowed eyes caught your gaze in an intense, humbling second- you wrapped your arms around yourself and glanced away.

Ushijima had an otherworldly harshness to him. You rarely felt the need to shy away from people, but he knew how to make you squirm.

He said absolutely nothing to you. Tendou accepted your offer and paid it forward by inviting you to stay and run drills, but there was something about Ushijima you couldn't decipher, no matter how much you wanted to practice. It was like he had a problem with you, or the way you ran your team, or he was just pissed off- none of those were possibilities you had the energy to deal with after this evening.

They took the court gladly to do some pair work and clean up; your team left in a cheerful mood, ready to get started on their long weekend right away. The arrangement left only you dissatisfied.

Tendou stalked your exit carefully from afar, tip-tapping anxiously on the ball in his hands. Your long shadow slipped away and they were alone at last.

He kept his voice low, just in case, and cozied up to Ushijima's side, "Soooo..."

Ushijima spared a passing glance over to his curious friend, no more.

"How long?" Tendou's attentive, inquisitive grinning was enough context. No need for direct name-dropping, nor denial.

His stone face began to fill with color.

This was a new feeling for him- it felt like he was dying, but in a good way, and he didn't want it to ever stop. He couldn't seem to catch his breath until you left. That didn't bother him per say- he didn't need air if it meant he could watch you shut down spikes, or roll into a skilled receive, or lead your team.

When he was forced to speak was the only real problem. He could sit and be a spectator forever, but when it came to getting any words out with you, they all fell apart on his tongue. He was always pretty quiet, but he knew this was pushing what he could get away with.

"Don't know. I've always liked her."

Tendou tossed the ball to him. He caught it, deep in thought.

It was clear that you didn't return the feelings. From the beginning, you were always different with him than you were with your team, or even Tendou. He knew he wasn't charming, or charismatic, or friendly. That wasn't an issue until recently.

The way you walked, with a slight swagger, always standing straight-- using your height as a weapon, captured his attention first. He caught himself stealing glances at you from across the gym when your teams switched for precious practice time. He started to notice more. The strong lines in your legs, the sweat-stuck hair on your brow, the little pant on your breath when you said hey just out of civility, the confidence in your voice when you called plays.

Now he battled the feeling of wanting to put himself closer to you. Once that craving started to hit him at night, moments before he drifted off to sleep, he knew something was wrong with him.

Every time he had the opportunity to say something, he lost his voice.

"It's-," He slapped the ball a few times onto the gym floor, then stopped to think before sending it over, "Different now."

Tendou shot him an easy pass, "Y'know, I was starting to think you couldn't get crushes."

He bumped it back, "Me too."

-

Despite how off putting the experience was, by the next practice you were able to brush it all off. You were operating on two completely separate teams, after all. What the guys did, how they practiced, and when was simply not your business.

You slung your bag over your shoulder on the way out of your classroom. Your teacher called after the exiting students about due dates.

"I've been getting questions about the quiz! Remember, you also have a discussion due. They're two different assignments--!"

You only halfway paid attention, too excited about the warmth blowing in through cracked windows from the hall. It would feel so good at practice today - and you had something special planned to raise morale.

You were only a step out the door when you crashed into something firm. The sound of your head smacking into Ushijima's was loud, and unsurprisingly, painful.

"Oh-!"

"Mm-,"

You ran hot with embarrassment and failed to cover it with a laugh. How did you not see him?

"Sorry," You both muttered at the same time.

You rubbed your temple, he rubbed his forehead.

As he did so, he spared you no dignity with what looked like a judgmental up-and-down gaze. It was so piercing that made you grip your shoulder strap tighter. You weren't sure if he meant something by it.

That was just another example of his behavior that felt contradictory.

"We need..." He trailed, briefly checking his hand for any blood. When he looked up, his eye contact so intense that his brows began to furrow. There was some sort of affliction behind his eyes. A narrowed, preoccupied focus that made you uneasy.

You instinctively wiped the back of your hand over your hot face, in case you had anything on it. The side of your head throbbed like terrible.

He opened his mouth a little to say continue, but sighed instead, uneven.

Things were starting to connect in your brain. Little by little, you picked up on more cues from his body language. He was out of breath, a little sweaty, and flushed. He was clearly rushing here. That was the reason you plowed into one another. You realized you were lucky you were around the same size, or else that could've knocked you on your ass.

"The guys need to get into the gym earlier today."

The statement ripped you from your spiralling, almost complete, thoughts. You laughed, "Yeah, right."

Despite you both being Captains of the same sport, there was very little need to talk to each other beyond your shared affinity for Tendou. Your team schedules never clashed- your coaches and advisors made sure of it.

You squinted when he clearly wasn't kidding.

"Do you really 'need' it? Or do you just want the gym earlier?"

He took a breath to answer, but you were quick to ask another agitated question, "Did Coach Washijou approve of this? I haven't seen an updated schedule."

Talking to you was impossible enough, but you were pissed off, and asking so many questions, and the light was hitting your face just right, and you smelled so good. He couldn't shake how pretty you still looked, angry and impatient with him. You stood straight and proud. Your eyeline was close to his own so he could savor every color he could find in your darting eyes.

His slow reaction and lack of social graces was so off-putting that you could only assume it came from a place of narcissism. He must not have cared, or he thought that his own team was more deserving of practice time that he demanded taking yours.

You were seconds away from calling him an entitled prick when you spotted a familiar redhead approaching, just over Ushijima's shoulder.

"(Y/n)!!" He sang and squeezed past his friend to take your hand in his. He tossed it back and forth between his own. It made you smile for a moment; as always, he helped diffuse the tension.

"Hey, Satori-," You wanted to be nicer, but only had about 15 minutes left to figure this issue out, "What is this about needing the gym sooner?"

He looked up at the ceiling, acutely aware that Ushijima was not a fan of this physical contact between the two of you, "Hmm! Ohh, that. I meant to tell you-,"

A calculated gaze to Ushijima, "He said nevermind."

That little liar.

In a flash, just through that familiar, cunning face of his, Ushijima understood that Coach Washijou never actually wanted the gym. Tendou only told him the 'news' because he wanted him to have a reason to speak to you. He really wanted to punch him, just for a moment.

There was something between them you couldn't make out. A conversation there you didn't get. You couldn't, and didn't want to, bother yourself with it.

"Perfect! So, there's no issue then?" You patted Tendou, then Ushijima's broad shoulder and squeezed between them to go change for practice.

"Mm-mmm, No issues here!" Tendou grinned and wiggled his fingers goodbye at you. He looked at his friend.

Ushijima placed an oversized hand on that shoulder and watched you walked away.

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[yameoto]

(EX) BABYSITTER!SAM HEADCANONS inspired by this excellent oneshot

✗ warnings ; large age gap (sam 26, reader 18-19), nsfw at bottom. dom/sub.

an absolute sucker for you. like when you were little and you wanted something— like an extra helping of dessert or to ditch out on homework: all you had to do was pout and blink up at her with those big, pleading doe eyes and she'd cave immediately. two seconds flat, easy. now? that still hasn't changed. you have her wrapped around your finger with a single look and it drives her crazy.

would spoil you to PIECES. ofc when u she used to babysit you she would pay for everything, but even now that you're a grown adult with an (albeit low-paying) part-time job, she'd find any excuse to spoil you. just.. coming home with random gifts at any point of the week. like it could be 4pm on a thurday afternoon and she could come up behind you like "baby, you know those headphones you really wanted..? well.."

or jst going out shopping with her and you wouldnt even have to ask for her to pay because she'd be striding to the counter with her card out, already.

definitely calling you "princess". i mean, that's what you are, right? you always have been, always will.

makes her knees weak when you call her "sammy" . you'd exclusively call her it when you were a kid and despite all efforts to prevent this, now, still makes her chest collapse when you say it. and when u add the cheeky little conjunction my, in front of it? oh, boy. just know you're getting more than a good night's kiss, tonight.

she loves it when you whine or beg her for anything. like.. loves.

she just likes taking care of you in general, so anytime you go to her for anything it makes her happy which is kind of fucking adorable. but she finds you coming to her for help adorable, too, so.. win-win?

can never stay mad at you. even on days where u make it your life's mission to annoy her (its your job to keep her on her toes!) she legitimately just.. can't — and believe her, she's tried. stuck in a perpetual state of mild exasperation.

veryyy protective nd possessive . but in more subtle manners like very adamantly refusing to let you walk on the side of pavement next to the road. or always having either an arm wound around your waist or your shoulders or interlocking your fingers — anything that keeps you safe and snug by her side. she’s just so used to the feeling of protecting u and she kinda just never wants it to stop.

nsfw

uses the fact she used to babysit you for EVIL. in stupid ways like smirking and asking if you want her to "tuck you in" before bed, except she's straddling your chest and gently prising your mouth open with her thumb and 'tucking you in' means 'choking on her cock'.

obsessed with bouncing you on her lap. u guys cld be doing something completely innocent, like watching tv with the whole gang in the room and she'll pull u onto her lap and slowly start to rock you on her thigh, like how u used to when u were a kid. except this time, you're both grown up and her knee's sliding upwards and pressing against your cunt and oh. whispering "shh," in your ear as she continues to grind her knee up your skirt, fucking purring at all the pretty little noises you make.

actively enjoys punishing you when you get too bratty. she finds your whines adorable, of course, but if she's feeling too grouchy she's not above replacing those complaints in your mouth with you know — something more substantial.

adores praising you and calling you endearments during sex. calling you a sweet little thing and whispering soft, reverential promises into your ear as she absolutely ruins you.

cups your jaw and forces you to look at her when you suck her off. utterly obsessed with that wide, glazed-over look in your eyes whenever you're on your knees for her. the way your adorable little puppy eyes go all glassy nd sparkly w tears when she rams her hips forward and makes you sputter. cradling the back of your head and holding you there as she thrusts, cooing sweet nothings while she bruises the back of her your throat.

[munson-blurbs]

hey! Could you do something where reader and eddie are doing... it and wayne walks in. Just kinda smutty and funny

Poor Wayne :( this was really fun to write, though!

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), fingering, p in v, kinda public sex?

WC: 2.5k

A/N: This was a collab with @hxllfired! Please go and show her all the love.

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You’re roused from your slumber when the sheets rustle, and the comforter is pulled off a few times too many. It isn’t hard to do, as you’re typically a very light sleeper, and Eddie really did try in his best efforts to not wake you up, but his restlessness really got the better of him this morning. 

As more melodramatic protests from behind you continue, you speak in a short tone, "Eds."

After a brief pause followed by a rueful “Sorry,” Eddie turned once more to face your back. He feels warm, contrasting perfectly with the spring chill filtering through the open window — of course you’d both forgotten to shut it last night after sharing a joint. 

Despite your best efforts to drift off again, you were unable to block out the persistent, nagging birdsong from outside; Instead you surrendered yourself to Saturday morning, disappointed you didn’t get to sleep in on your day off. 

There's more subtle movement, the springs protesting under his weight before he is pressing against you now, reaching a calloused hand to rub your arm, slipping up the sleeve of your shirt to reach your shoulder with every pass. Eddie leaves sleepy kisses over your shoulder, and you feel as if he'd dispelled your frustration like magic.

“Do you hear that?” Those same comforting hands now wander down the curve of your waist as you let out a quizzical hum in response. 

“Even the birds are fucking,” his voice is hushed; the comment makes you suppress a laugh at the obvious direction he’s headed with you, and it’s confirmed when his hands start moving underneath your shirt to feel you skin-to-skin just how you needed it.

“Who else is fucking?” you ask, but you know just based on how he touches your hips and the way he bends your waist. 

You feel his morning wood press against the curve of your ass. Despite knowing that it’s involuntary, Eddie insists that he’s only this hard when you sleep beside him. And who are you to correct him?

You grind on him instinctively, smirking as a breathy moan slips past his plush lips. His hand tugs at the waistband of your panties, and you wriggle until you feel the damp lace pool around your ankles, leaving you in nothing but his oversized Dio tee. 

“Jesus Christ, how are you already so wet for me?,” Eddie muses, running a thick finger along your folds. “Were you havin’ a good dream?”

“Maaaaybe,” you giggle, inhaling sharply as he finds your clit and rubs it in slow, agonizing counterclockwise motions. 

“Mind if I make it come true?” His lips dance across the nape of your neck, exposed by the messy bun you use to keep your hair out of your face while you sleep. It also gives Eddie easy access to one of your favorite spots to be kissed. 

You nod excitedly. “I’d love that,” you tell him, humming as he increases his speed slightly. “But can you really get Rob Lowe here that fast?” 

Eddie audibly gasps, moving his hand from your wanting pussy to tickle your sides. You laugh at the sensation, even through the shirt. “How dare you!” he growls teasingly. He smacks noisy kisses to your cheek as he slings a leg over yours, hooking it around your calf and drawing you closer. “Bet Rob Lowe couldn’t make you feel this good,” he murmurs as he broaches your hole with his middle finger. “Bet he couldn’t fill up this tight pussy with just one finger.”

The stretch feels too good; you couldn’t tease him anymore even if you wanted to. You whine pathetically as you involuntarily clench around his stagnant digit. “Please, don’t tease me.” 

Although you can’t see his face, you know that there’s a smirk on it. “‘Not too sure if I should give you what you want, sweetheart. Not after that ‘Rob Lowe’ comment of yours.” But he can’t deny you for long; he’s a sucker for the moans that escape you at his touch. He’s gentle as he adds in a second finger, curling them perfectly — by now he knew exactly how to touch you, and he loved to show you he did.

“Can you keep kissing me?” There’s an innocence in your tone that drives him absolutely wild. But that’s not why you asked; you crave the intimacy that the feeling of his lips on your skin brings. If you can’t gaze into his beautiful brown eyes while he’s inside you, his tender kisses are the next best thing. 

Eddie slightly shifts himself up, giving himself more comfortable access to your neck. Your whole body shivers as his breath tickles your skin, and your nipples harden when his lips leave open mouth kisses to the back of your neck. You can’t help but to pull your shirt up, tilting your head back with a sigh when your hand kneads your breast. 

“There you go,” he praises in your ear, fingers still curling firmly into you. Your cheeks are flushed, lips parted as Eddie stimulates you in every way he knows how. 

Eddie shushes into your ear as soon as your moans increase in volume. “That’s it,” he cooes, between kisses. “What else do you need, baby?” He’s serious, no longer taunting you. He’s completely focused on pleasing you. 

You reach back and run your palm over his tented boxers that he wears in lieu of pajamas. Eddie hisses at the brief contact. “Just your fingers until you’re ready to give me this.” You’ve been together long enough to know that he’s ready—been ready—but you know better than to tell him what to do. He has no problem snapping right back into teasing you again.

Eddie pulls his fingers out of you, and you mewl at the sudden emptiness, and lack of pleasure while he reaches his hand up, and you can hear him sucking your slick off of his hand. 

“You always taste as good as you look, baby,” 

One more kiss onto your neck, then Eddie leans up onto his elbow to spit on his hand, letting it disappear into the covers; the soft schlick sound tells you that he’s stroking his cock, preparing himself to be inside you with ease.

“I swear, there’s nothing better than having you first thing in the morning, y/n,” he whispers behind your head as he settles back down. You can’t be bothered to point out that 9 AM is not exactly the crack of dawn, because he’s pushing into you from behind. The mushroom tip of his dick nudges against your velvety walls as he slides in. 

Your mouth hangs open beautifully and your hand reaches out to grab the edge of the mattress. You’re quiet at first, and Eddie listens for that- 

“Fuck,” your voice shivers, finally breaking into a small moan. His moves are slow, but the way your legs are pressed together makes it feel so good for both of you. You continue to hold onto the bed, knuckles white as he bottoms out into you, the sensation already so fucking much. 

When he reaches a hand to your breast to pinch your nipple you whisper his name, full of desperation and need.

“Thassit, baby,” he presses firmly into you with each thrust, and the pleasure builds up faster than a quick fuck.

“Say my name, just like that.” But you don’t have time to chant his name like a prayer before there’s a light knock on the door. 

“Ed? Y/N?  Are you guys awake in there?” Wayne’s gruff voice travels from the other side. He’s the kind of guy who speaks at one volume; he doesn’t yell, nor does he whisper. 

“Shit, shit,” Eddie panics, and you’re quick to adjust yourself into a more believable sleeping position.

“Pretend to be asleep!” you instruct Eddie, pulling the covers up as high as they can go, and tugging your shirt back down. You expect him to pull himself from you, maybe tuck his dick back into his boxers, but he just holds you impossibly close by your hips, his grip leaving an ache on your bones. Eddie continues to press into you firmly, occasionally rutting his hips. 

“What are you doing?” You hiss. 

“Shut up — You can come in!” Eddie calls back. You kick him in his shin with your heel, earning an oof from him, but he covers it well as Wayne pushes open his nephew’s door with an obnoxious creak. 

“She still sleepin’?” he asks, presumably talking about you. “I can come back when she wakes up. Just had the morning off and wanted to see if you lovebirds wanted to go to Benny’s for breakfast with me.”

You silently will Eddie to take Wayne up on his offer to return later, but he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t. “Yeah, that sounds great!” he replies enthusiastically, still thrusting his hips ever so slightly. You try your best to inconspicuously stifle a moan. And then, to your chagrin, Eddie says, “something on your mind?”

Wayne sighs as though he’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders. “Can’t hide anything from you, boy.” He gives a small chuckle. “Mind if I…” he trails off before sitting down on the bed—the very bed where Eddie is buried to the hilt inside your pussy. You feel the old mattress cave in where he plops down. 

“So,” he begins, exhaling again, “you two are really serious, huh?” Eddie nods behind you, keeping his very discrete, but rhythmic pace. You feel every damn inch of him as your orgasm slowly draws near. “How long’ve you been together?”

“A year the end of this month,” Eddie says proudly. 

The older man lets out a soft whistle. “Y’picked a good one, son.” You bite back a smile at Wayne’s approval. He meant everything to Eddie, and Eddie to him, so knowing that he likes you is a huge deal. Though you’re not sure how he would feel if he knew what was currently going on underneath the sheets. There’s a long pause before Wayne speaks again. “You’re, uh, you’re bein’ safe? Using the, uh, things I bought you?”

Eddie chokes on his own spit, and the sudden movement has him reaching even deeper within you. The truth is, the box of things has remained mostly untouched, since you’re on the pill. But Eddie isn’t about to divulge those details. “Yup, all good. No baby Munsons runnin’ around.”

“Good,” Wayne says briskly, placing his palms on his knees before starting to stand up with a loud groan. “At least, no babies yet. Maybe in a few years, once you get your own place, put a ring on her finger,” he suggests as his voice trails.  Wayne finally laughs at what must be a very bemused expression on Eddie’s face. “Now, don’t give me that look, Ed. Just the other day you were goin’ on and on, ‘I’m gonna marry that girl, Uncle Wayne. She’s the one!’”

“Okay, thank you for the breakfast invitation,” Eddie blurts out, desperate to end the conversation. You feel his body heat up against you with embarrassment. “I’ll let Y/N know once she wakes up.”

As soon as the door shuts, you burst out into a fit of giggles. “Eddie Munson, did your poor uncle buy you those condoms?” you ask between peals of laughter. “I feel like we have to use them now!”

“That was brutal,” Eddie groans, pressing his face into the back of your neck. His messy curls tickle your collarbones. 

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy around the girl you wanna marry!” you throw his own words back at him, frowning when you realize he’s no longer teasing you. His movements have stilled, though he’s still inside you. “Eddie? You okay?”

He shakes his head, forehead still nestled against you. “I didn’t know he was gonna say all that,” you can’t read the tone of his voice. “Did it, like, scare you?”

You crinkle your nose. “Not at all, actually,” you admit. “I really want to marry you someday. I mean, if you wanna marry me, and Wayne wasn’t just joking—”

“He wasn’t.” Eddie is quick, but firm in his response. “I told him that you’re it for me; you’re the love of my life.” He clears his throat. “And while we’re being honest, the thought of a couple of baby Munsons with you—in the very distant future—is somethin’ I’ve thought about, too.”

“Oh, really?” you say salaciously while you begin to sway your hips against his pelvis. His cock twitches as he grows harder inside you. “Well, why don’t we practice now so we’re professionals when it’s time to try for real?”

“Shit, sweetheart,” his breathing picks up, as he pulls the comforter up to watch you. He’s trying very hard to keep it together, but after Wayne’s interruption, and Eddie’s teasing, you both just want to cum already.

“You’d better make this quick, Eddie. I don’t want any more interruptions, I just want you to make me cum.”

Eddie makes a feral noise, and you feel his hand hook under your thigh, lifting your leg roughly. This new angle allows him better access to fuck into you roughly, while hitting that delicious spot inside you that makes you fall apart every time. 

“Of course, gorgeous. We can work up an appetite for that breakfast with Wayne.”

You weren’t sure how Wayne didn’t hear this time, but it helped Eddie’s other hand wrapped around you to cover your mouth, and the comforter muffled the slap your bodies made together. 

You’re clinging to anything, eyes squeezed shut as you say his name into the hand that silences you, he understood you loud and clear, and it was so fucking hot. 

“That’s it, good girl.” He continues fucking into you, his hand squeezing your leg so tight you are sure you’re going to bruise. 

You couldn’t help but to envision Eddie fucking you like this in the future, the goal to get you pregnant, and you let out another desperate moan. 

Eddie tells you he’s going to cum, and that’s what has you teetering on the edge, the second you start rhythmically squeezing against his cock, and your legs shake, he’s right after you, filling you with a drawn out moan into your neck. 

Your hip aches as he releases your leg, and he doesn’t pull out just yet as you come down from your high. It takes a few moments before he finally speaks,

“So excited for uncle Wayne to bring us for breakfast.” 

You turn your head to look at him, your lip curled in distaste, and when he notices his smile fades. “What?” He asks. 

“Don’t ever mention your uncle with your dick inside me again.” 

You can’t help but to laugh when he does, and Eddie pulls out of you before pulling your face to meet his with a smooch. 

“Come on, I know my future wife must be hungry.”

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[cdroloisms]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Dream sneaks into Pogtopia to see Wilbur

woo! managed to finish this in time. kinda unedited and kinda a mess but i've missed writing these guys; i'm deeefinitely in need of more practice to get c!wilbur's voice down, but hopefully this can be the start of me writing some more fic set earlier in the timeline, LMAO.

thanks @elmhat for the awesome event!! been epic to see people's submissions and i cant wait to see this continue. ur awesome &lt;3

c!dream meets up with c!wilbur to tell him about a change to their plans | 2.3k words

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<Dream> be there in 5 

The communicator in Wilbur’s hand casts a pale glow onto the palm of his hand, the only light he has to guide him as he paces the length of the hollowed-out room; it’s dark, zombies groaning somewhere outside, the dead singing their songs, shuffling through underbrush in the belly of the forest that surrounds Pogtopia. The air is musty in their little dugout, a claustrophobic awning of stone carved into the side of a hill, well-shadowed even during the day, the darkness swallowing the wan light of the comm in his hands now. He can barely see the floor underneath him as he walks, shuffling steps forward and back, ten paces each. He presses his hand against the wall, turning to the entrance and standing still. 

Phil always had a whole thing about light, Wilbur having grown up on lectures about light levels and spawn-proofing and the dangers of leaving cavities unlit while mining, had grilled him on different ways of keeping a room from becoming a death trap. Carpets, half-slabs, glass. How many times had he been warned of the danger presented by surprise creepers and dark corners? 

Phil had never been much of a fan of explosions. 

The main server is mostly well-lit, but the secrecy demanded by revolution effort means that the forest surrounding Pogtopia gets much darker. Not that he’s in the main ravine at the minute–with the amount of people coming and going as of late, Dream had wanted their meeting to be in a slightly more discreet location, and Wilbur had agreed. It was easy enough to slip away with Technoblade once again off to do his own thing and Tommy having run off to find Tubbo, and Wilbur had managed to arrive to the room sufficiently early before sunset to prevent himself from getting ambushed by mobs. 

He slips his hand into his coat pocket. Chekov’s gun is smooth and cold against the palm of his hand, polished wood and metal. He smooths the pads of his fingers down the barrel, over the trigger. He leaves it, pulling out a half-empty pack of cigarettes instead. His lighter provides a clearer view of the room, still empty. Dream is late. 

Dream is usually late, then again–it’s expected, really, with the way he runs around the server, always busy, always chasing down those plans of his, smart man that he is. Dream likes his secrets, his mystery, mask and armor all made to keep his cards close to his chest–Wilbur can hardly fault him for it, god no. Dream has what he wants, just as they all do, all of them tripping over themselves in their ambition, crabs in a bucket, the pledges to help the revolution coming from each one that jumps off of Schlatt’s sinking ship. He breathes in deep, smoke coating his lungs with tar. 

“Wilbur?” 

Light throws itself into the room from the entrance, rippling wildly as the fire on the end of Dream’s torch burns, casting wild shadows over his mask as he squeezes himself inside. Despite his armor, he has an uncanny knack for moving silently, cloak and hood pulled low over his head so that only the edge of the painted smile is visible. The torch is raised higher, moved left and right as Dream surveys the contents of the room around them. Wilbur smiles and tips his head towards him in greeting. 

“Dream, my man. How good to see you again.” 

“Wilbur…” Dream’s voice trails off. His head turns from one side to the other, making another anxious sweep of the room before refocusing on Wilbur, his hand moving to pull his hood down and then run his hand through his hair, having been pressed flat by the heavy fabric. The blank face of his mask stares back at Wilbur, tilting to the side like a confused dog as he shakes out his shoulders. “We…need to talk.” 

“Well? I’m all ears.” He gestures at himself, leaning against the wall of the room. Dream turns to look over his shoulder again. His armor glimmers, the light of the runes on their surface made more obvious in the dark. He bounces on the balls of his feet, reaches up once again to tug his fingers through his hair.

“It’s important.” No shit, Wilbur almost says, because for all that Dream might think that his mask hides everything he’s thinking, he’s never quite been as guarded with his body language as he might hope; the anxiety rolling off of every jerky movement is enough to set Wilbur’s teeth on edge as it is, never mind the long silences and hesitation, but he’s not stupid enough to think that that would get him anything resembling an answer. Instead, he raises an eyebrow, smiles wider, and spits out another curling thread of smoke.

“You’re an important man. I should hope so.” 

Dream pauses at that. His head does that tilt-thing again. “...alright.” 

“So? What is it? Do tell.” Has Dream decided to go against him? Perhaps. His enthusiasm with regards to their plan is more unpredictable than Wilbur had expected, sometimes perfectly willing, sometimes hesitant to agree to much of anything. But he had agreed, nonetheless, had provided the TNT that Wilbur has set sprawling underneath Manberg’s main stage; cold feet, now, would be rather unprecedented. Still, it’s Dream–very little can be discounted when Dream is in the picture, Wilbur knows. He places his hands in his pockets, thumbs hooked over the edge, pistol brushing against his fingertips. “I hate to push, but the suspense is killing me.” 

Dream takes another second, then reaches behind his head. Wilbur straightens where he’s standing, suddenly curious, as he removes his mask. 

He’s seen Dream without it only a few times–all able to be counted on one hand, this one included. The light of the torch illuminates his face from the chin up, cast shadows highlighting the contours of his skull, the contours of his cheeks, light catching under his brows. His features are delicate in a way that still surprises him, a smattering of freckles over the nose of his bridge made visible as he raises the torch higher. Dream’s eyes are a little wide, a little bloodshot. He bites his bottom lip, blinking twice in quick succession, eyes darting over the walls and then back to Wilbur’s face. 

“Schlatt called me. For a meeting earlier.” 

“Schlatt?” 

“He knows about the TNT.” 

Wilbur blinks. “Well, fuck.” 

“Look–Wilbur, look.” Dream makes a little move with his hands, shaking them out by the wrists. “It’s not–it’s not the end of. This, okay? But, he knows. I didn’t tell him. I don’t know how he found out, I don’t know if someone told him, I haven’t told anyone, but–he knows. We can still work with this.” 

“Schlatt knows?” He searches Dream’s face. He seems earnest, but god knows, but what would he have to gain from lying about this, anyway? Who else could’ve told him–Tommy? Tommy might not tell Schlatt directly, but Tommy has never been good with secrets, letting anyone and everyone in on everything with an apparent inability to control his own tongue–

“--but it’s, fine. The TNT is still there, the room is still intact. I checked some of the wiring and it doesn’t look like it’s been tampered with. Wilbur, are you listening to me?” 

Wilbur waves him off. “I’m listening. Just keep going.” 

“I don’t think we need to change anything with the TNT. Like, Schlatt’s just one guy. And his gear is shit. If he messes with the TNT, then we’ll–we’ll figure something out, but you know, I don’t even think he even, like, knows where it all is.” 

“Well, it’s kind of everywhere, so–” 

“–which is my point. It’s too deep, he’s still sitting on top of a bomb. There’s nothing–there’s nothing he can do.” Dream crosses his arms in front of his chest, still worrying his lip between his teeth. “I just thought you should know.” 

Schlatt knows. Schlatt knows–Wilbur paces against the wall of their room, ten paces forward and ten paces back. He crushes his cigarette underneath his boot, nails digging into his palm. 

“Well, Dream? Is that all?” 

Dream’s expression twists. His brows pinch together, lips pressed against each other and curling into a slight grimace, his expression giving too much away after spending so much time masked. 

“There’s…one more thing.” 

Wilbur scoffs. “Just spit it out, you prick.” 

Dream doesn’t even react to the insult, shoulders hunching up as he begins speaking. “Look…it’s just. My plans have…changed.” 

What? “I thought you just said that they didn’t?” 

“Our plans are the same. It’s just–Schlatt made me, an offer.” Dream shifts from foot to foot. He swallows, throat working, his eyes still bright and wide, pupils dilated with a thin circle of green around. Wilbur stares at him. He almost looks… “He’s got something. Important. He asked me to…join him, kind of, and he’d–give it to me.” 

“What?” 

“It’s not–look, Wilbur. Wilbur.” Dream raises his hands, palms out, a placating motion. “It’s not what you think, but I–I had to.” 

“You had to join Manberg.” 

“I’m not joining Manberg!” Dream runs his hand through his hair, eyes flashing. Wilbur is suddenly very aware of the axe on his back, the heavy plates of netherite armor. Eret, the button, it was never meant to be. “Why would I join Manberg, what–”

“So what’s this? What’s this then, Dream?” 

“Wilbur–”

“Because from where I’m standing, I have to say, it looks a lot like you’re betraying me.” 

“I am not–”

“That’s just like you. That’s just like you, isn’t it? Good ol’ Dream, mister 1000 IQ, outsmarting everyone–well-played, man, well-played! I really must congratulate you!” 

“Wilbur, can you just–”

“So what is this meeting then, Dream? Gotten cold feet, now that you’ve been discovered? You’re his little lackey now, is that it, his little lap dog–you’re gonna start another war? Put down another revolution, lead us all out to slaughter like last time, good for you, you motherfucker, is that the point of this farce? You’re here to kill me?” 

“Wilbur, can you just listen to me!” 

Dream’s voice is raised. Wilbur draws himself up to full height, Dream’s head craning up slightly as he crosses the room in front of him in two long strides. 

“What.” 

“I’m not. Joining Manberg.” Dream’s arms are crossed tightly in front of him, scowling slightly. It’s an expression not all that much unlike Tommy’s teenage petulance, a set jaw, eyes narrowed under furrowed brows. “There’s just–a peace treaty, right? I can’t just violate that. And now Schlatt knows. He’s asking for me to give him–gear.” 

“Gear, like what.” 

“Armor. Weapons, shields. Support in the incoming fight. You know, he’d already been paying Punz, the rest of the people in my country are already going to fight with him. And, whatever.” 

Wilbur rocks back on his heels. His skin itches, feeling antsy, so he goes back to pacing. “And?” 

“I meant what I said, earlier. This doesn’t change anything. The TNT is still there, we can still blow it up. It…doesn’t matter who wins the, the battle and stuff.” 

Wilbur sets his shoulders, turning back to look Dream in the eye. “Really. It doesn’t matter.” 

“It doesn’t! It doesn’t matter. We have an agreement, that’s still like–a thing.” Dream’s hands close into fists, then open again. “I don’t like this, okay? I don’t like Schlatt–” Wilbur scoffs, “--and I don’t exactly want to work with him. But I have to. I swear, I really have to.” 

“Because, what. The treaty?” 

Dream shakes his head, expression still all twisted up like he’s eaten something sour. “He’s got. A book.”

Wilbur laughs outright at that. “A book.” 

“It’s–Wilbur, I swear. It’s important. I’ll, I might–I’ll–” Dream makes a frustrated sound, teeth clenched. “I have to get it.” 

“So you’re going to work for Schlatt.” Fuck it. Wilbur pulls out another cigarette, lighting it as he speaks. “You’re going to be the emperor’s little guard dog.” 

“I’m–”

“No, no, it makes sense. It’d be too boring for you otherwise, wouldn’t it? Not enough chaos, with everyone joining the rebellion.” He gestures with the cigarette, Dream’s eyes caught on it as it moves. “You want us all to fucking destroy ourselves, keep everyone weak, Manberg, Pogtopia–you don’t need to explain yourself, man, you’re a smart guy! Even out the playing field, join whatever team has the fewest players, keep yourself above it all. Bravo, really. Bravo.” 

Dream’s jaw works, but he stays silent. Wilbur smiles at him and breathes in a long drag of smoke. 

“Well, Dream. I very much appreciate our meeting together today, really. Really! This has been…enlightening. Is that all? Or do you have any other important information to tell me.” 

“...I’ll come around in a few days to tell the others. About, switching sides and whatever. And–the TNT is still going off, alright? No matter what.” 

Wilbur rolls his eyes. “Obviously.” 

Dream stares him down, Wilbur meeting his eyes evenly. He breaks eye contact first, looking down at the floor and tossing several stacks of TNT onto the ground between them. -

“Thank you, Dream. Until next time then.” 

Dream stares at him, blinks, his eyes wide and green, before he turns away. The torch disappears into his inventory as he walks to the exit of the room, silhouetted in the doorway as he presses the mask back over his face. Wilbur reaches into his pocket, draws out Chekhov’s gun, holds his arm straight in front of him, fingers wrapped around the pistol as Dream works at the straps behind his head. He keeps it held there, pointed at Dream’s back until the man slips into the night, the blurry reflection of the lit end of his cigarette vaguely visible in the dull metal. 

He’s not sure how long it is before a twinge to his arm makes him slip the unloaded gun back into his pocket. He sighs. He needs to start making his way back; after all, he still needs to think of a birthday present. 

[euniexenoblade]

I got harassed by velvetvexations once. The weirdest part was that as soon as she found my post (a minor gripe about terminology), I received a bunch of anon asks claiming to be from someone transmasc (and just blatantly lying about reality), so I turned off anon and blocked her and the asks just stopped. It could be one of her followers who’s too chickenshit to harass me off anon, but I honestly suspect she sent those asks either pretending to be a transmasc, or mask-off and giving up her transfem act.

So I want to start this with saying that we shouldn't be talking about her like this, this is what she wants, cuz with it she's going to be like, "Seeee Mordred's always talking about me!" Nevermind that she literally starts every mud slinging contest, she cherry picks shit to make herself look like a target when she's the one that goes on the prowl and harasses every transfem she can.

She loves the attention. She loves the fucking drama. She says otherwise cuz that's expected of her, but if you just ignore her existence long enough she hunts back through people's old posts scraping for any comment about her that she can make into a drama. She practically admitted this in summer of last year when she said she had to keep coming to my blog despite me blocking her cuz her npd made her need to know if I'm talking about her, all the while shit talking me.

So like, I want to be clear, I will just delete stuff about her. Yours just had a thing I wanted to reply to.

I don't think she's a sock puppet. In regards to the "transfem act" comment you made, I think she is transfem. I think she is a very sheltered trans woman who has lived a life away from community, which is why she can't recognize that she's supporting anti-trans behavior or that she's surrounded herself with terfs, truscum, and conservatives. Note, I'm not saying "sheltered" as in had it easy, but "sheltered" as in rhetoric she's gotten pumped into her head. There are always trans women who use outdated terms, who have outdated views, who aren't well read on theory of any kind, that's just kinda normal and it's fine. Velvet nowadays gives me that vibe of the older trans person with outdated views who's just been taken in by a truscum community. I used to think she was fake, but it's too pointless. The effort put into making her blog seem real while shooting all credibility into the negatives? It doesn't make sense to me, she's likely real and ignorant and won't assess that ignorance cuz she feels we were mean to her. And, like, whatever, it is not our duty to save her from herself. She can be the Blaire White of Tumblr and we can all ignore her.

I believe you were getting harassed by her, I believe you were getting harassing anons, but I doubt she'd pose as a transmasc just to fuck with you. In my experience, she is very proud to be the contrarian. "I'm a trans woman, I'm amab, i'm ''''tma'''' and I think misandry is real" she's always ready to spout that at you, as if it proves any point. She so desperately wants to be the arbiter of discourse, she wants to be seen as the good girl that saved the world from transandrophobia, I don't think she'd pose as transmasc. You can generally recognize her anons from the typing style. Although, @thicced-witch has had more direct conversation with her that way, so maybe she'd know if Velvet would sink that low.

It's honestly just a block her kind of thing. Block her, don't feed her the attention she craves. I get caught up in an obsession around not wanting to be lied about so I often feed her by replying to her lies about me. But like, genuinely, just block and ignore her.

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

I'm older than you and I've never been in a relationship so I understand it.

How do you feel? I'm another bloomer ig 😂😂😂

oooh, this is a deep question and I love it, it's 2am here so perfect time for some deep thoughts and pondering.

in Australia, the average age ppl get into their first relationship and start having sex is between 15-17 and I'm over 25 and never been in a relationship and a virgin so I'm past late bloomer territory..

i'm in the 'the leaves have crumbled up and dried' territory.

I feel like as a female, it is more 'acceptable' for a woman to be a late bloomer than a man, I feel like there's less judgement and pressure b/c women in society are deemed more romantic and more likely to wait for 'the one'.

So I guess I'm lucky there,

It's just more lonely and frustrating than anything else b/c I don't have any good excuse or reason to be a late bloomer other than I just haven't met or had anyone that has found me romantically attractive or want to pursue a relationship.

And yeah, I have initiated and shown interest to ppl who've I've had crushes on in the past and have been turned down.

I used to struggle with it a lot and I occasionally still do but not as much with feeling like I'm being punished or feeling like there's something wrong with me by not having romantic/sexual experience at my age when I am attractive, educated and emotionally available and committed.

I'm not religious, nor am I waiting for marriage or practicing abstinence so it's rlly just a 'it hasn't happened yet' kinda situation.

I am also demisexual so that inability to have sex w/o an emotional connection further diminishes my opportunities for romantic relationships where hook-up/one night stand culture is so prevalent and preferred right now.

I was having this discussion with a friend and I think a part of that is when I was growing up, I was only told that men would never reject a woman's advances and interest b/c they're easy so when I've asked out guys in the past and they've turned me down it's like wtf??

am I not doing something right as a female? what's going on here?

I feel like the biggest insecurity I have now with it is when I will be in my first ever relationship and having to reveal that I am a virgin b/c that's not considered 'attractive' by Australian standards- it's expected of me to have a lot of experience at my age being a female.

And also b/c 'virginity' in Australia (at least where I live in Australia) is actually a bit of a turn-off for most men the same age as me- I have friends and have watched tiktoks and heard conversations in public about how they don't want to be with a virgin b/c it's too much of an 'effort' to be someone's first time or they don't want to have to 'train' that person or they don't want to be with a virgin b/c the sex will be bad.

which is just absolutely disgusting imo and so low-effort and I would never want to be with someone who views 'virginity' as burdensome but I know statistically that at my age, it is more likely that my future partner will be more experienced than me and I just hope that my enthusiasm, understanding of what I desire and like and my openness in trying new things will be enough.

So yeah, it is lonely and frustrating and makes me feel slightly insecure but I don't regret it b/c I feel like I have saved myself a lot of emotional pain and anguish by being a 'late bloomer'.

I just hope I experience a long-term romantic relationship before I turn 40 b/c I just can't wait that damn long.

[just-your-average-cryptid]

Task Insurance

So a thing I’ve noticed being around a lot of neurodivergent people and spaces is that a lot of nt people don’t seem to understand why executive dysfunction and lack of motivation makes it so hard to Do Stuff. This is kinda how my brain processes it, so maybe it’ll help other people get it?

Say you have a Task. Doesn’t matter what right now, but it’s there and needs to be done, and it has three basic upfront costs.

Time - 15 minutes, an hour, a week; however long it takes to do The Task

Energy - for however much effort The Task needs

Motivation - to actually start The Task and keep doing it

You can’t skip out on any of these - you have to “pay” all three in full to do The Task. No motivation, you can’t start; no energy, you can’t finish or work at all.

Those costs aren’t equally difficult to pay, however: time can be set aside and planned, energy can usually be mustered or at least scrounged up, but motivation can’t be forced.

For neurotypicals, that motivation cost is covered by NT Insurance in most cases, so the only thing they need to pay “out of pocket” are the time and energy costs. Neurodivergent people don’t have NT Insurance, though, so they have to “pay” all three on their own.

For example. Let’s say the Task is Clean The Bathroom. You’re neurotypical, so your motivation cost is covered already, and you’ve made the time to Clean The Bathroom. You have at least enough energy to do two subtasks (Clean Toilet and Clean Shower) and possibly a third. This’ll be easy!

Now let’s say you’re neurodivergent. You still have the time and energy above, but you’re out of spoons or something similar and just can’t cover the last cost. Welp. No clean bathroom for you, unless it’s so bad that Panic Insurance is paying in full for all three costs.

See, that’s what happens without NT Insurance. If you can’t pay the cost yourself, and that’s often the case, something else has to do it for you. That thing is usually panic. Or deadlines. Or “deadly black mold.” (Most of these are just panic with extra features, tbh.)

Executive dysfunction is like having your motivation funds tapped out, even if your time and energy funds are bursting. You can’t start a Task even if you wanted do, you can’t afford it.

You CAN, however, do a Thing. A Thing is not a Task, it’s not “work.” A Thing might be scrolling through social media, playing a game, going for a walk, anything with low motivation costs that’s enjoyable and/or easy. It’s that sweet quick-return dopamine vs the later return a Task might provide. For some nd people, a Task might not provide any dopamine upon completion, so there’s no reward to work towards. And without that reward, a lot of nd people lose any reason to do said Task.

For NTs, “the satisfaction of a job well done” is so fundamental to their experience that the idea of it not existing for everyone is baffling. They don’t even realize motivation is a cost, because it’s so often covered for them. And so when nd people talk about motivation and executive function issues, they think it’s about being lazy or not trying hard enough.

It’s not.

Lazy is “I could do it now, but I don’t feel like it.” Executive dysfunction is “I could literally do it right now if my brain would just cooperate for once, but instead I’m stuck in stasis mode trying to convince my legs to work.”

So for anyone that needs it: you’re not lazy, and you’re not broken. You just don’t have Task Insurance when everyone expects you to because they do.

(This is not at all an expert pov and kind of written off the cuff, so please correct me if/where I’m wrong 😅)

[fairycosmos]

(I’m sending it again just once in case u didn’t see it before. I won’t send anymore just in case you don’t want to answer 💘)

Do you have any tips for having fun alone out of the house? I’ve been going on walks but because I’ve struggled with agoraphobia in the past I p much always go to the same park instead of trying to find new places close by. I kind of need to know where I’m going so I feel at ease, which maybe kills them whimsy of a walk lol I’ve been thinking of going to watch a movie on my own, which I’ve never done, and maybe visiting public libraries and bookshops I haven’t been to yet. Anyway, only thing I probably wouldn’t do is go out to eat cause I hate eating in public (unless it’s a lil snack, that would be fine), but other than that I’m very open! Thank u angel 💫💗🪸

hi sorry i didn't see this the first time! very proud of ya for getting out there and taking these steps, it's not easy but it's always sooooooo worth it. i cant remember taking a walk/trip i've ever regretted, especially when i'm just hanging on my own. i think the movies, library and bookshops are all wonderful ideas!! you know what i do sometimes, i just look on google maps for things to do in my vicinity and then i plan a short excursion around it, like i super low pressure and low key, i just dip in to check it out. coffee shops, parks, local classes and community centers, museums are a good one, nature trails, shopping centers, you could go and get your hair done, maybe see some local live music. hell even a gym, just to get used to being around people again, and to get out there. i felt so silly when i started doing this at first, like some sort of robot trying to participate in regular human activities, often i still do. and it takes a lot of energy out of me, i can't manage it often tbh. but getting out of my head is so fucking important for my mental health it's insane. moving through the world and seeing that it's much much much muchhh bigger than me and my worries and just being a person and not a pair of eyes sleeping or crying or looking at a screen. it can feel like a lot of pressure, but once you've done it a few times it kinda becomes something to look forward to. and if i'm not in the mood i just tell myself i will stay for 10 minutes and then head home, like i'm always aiming to be super flexible and gentle with myself so i don't get discouraged from trying at all. something else that helps me get out of the house is taking headphones for the walk, and also taking my phone/camera to take pretty pics on my way along. just makes it feel a little easier and more fun because sometimes just leaving the house at all exhausts me. but honestly i have no hang ups on doing things alone and you shouldn't either - time spent with yourself is still time spent with the world etc etc. any effort you make is absolutely going to pay off, sometimes just in a short term way, sometimes in a long term way, and sometimes both! much love, i hope you're able to find a routine that works for you. <3

[ticklystuff]

Hiiiiii I saw that Childe and Zhongli have their banners together and I was wondering which of the two would be the better pick? You are the Chili expert, so there's no better person to ask c: I want both but I'm F2P so I can only get one.. *sigh* any advice is appreciated! I'm a newish player (started during Baizhu's banner), but I do want to do abyss one day. Thanks for reading and I hope I'm not bothering you

ah hello anon! i hope you're enjoying the game and you are correct; this is my area of expertise ohohoho

the only answer to your question: break out your wallet and get both pull whoever you like more

since you mentioned abyss, all characters are viable some more than others but childe and zhongli are both great for abyss runs and both are considered f2p friendly. if you really want my opinion, i say go for zhongli because childe is for sweaty gamers, whereas zhongli is mainly for people that like comfort but he does appeal to all crowds. they are night and day though when it comes to their roles:

zhongli - off-field support, easy gameplay, easy to build, low investment, good pick for many teams but is usually not the best option

childe - on-field dps, steeper learning curve, harder to build, higher investment, is only good for one team but that one team is arguably the best team in the game and childe will be your best option for that specific team (you can use him as your hydro in other teams but he will perform worse than others)

very long explanations under cut:

there really isn't much to say about zhongli. he is the best shielder in the game and the comfort he brings is valuable. unfortunately, he doesn't provide much outside of defensive utility, which kinda ties in with what i said with him usually not being the best pick for a lot of teams because once ppl learn to survive without his shield, they start to phase zhongli out of their teams for more offensive options. i used to do abyss clears for friends and whenever i felt like i needed more damage, zhongli would often be the first one to be swapped out. that being said, getting hit and flung around or just dying is considered a dps loss lmao so unless you're a pro-gamer with perfect dodges, zhongli will always hold some value. i always bring him on my personal account because he lets me turn my brain off lol

but ya, since zhongli doesn't offer much outside of defensive utility, i do think his pull value is heavily affected by your account and which other characters you might have. characters like baizhu, kokomi, kirara, diona, layla etc will all give him competition and even though they might not be superior defensive options, they offer other utility outside of survivability. he's still a good pull though! there's just many things to consider

childe is unfortunately a one-trick pony and is only good in one team. you are free to use him in other teams, but he is outclassed by the other hydros and requires more effort to learn. his one good team though is arguably the best team in the game and is referred to as international, consisting of childe, kazuha, xiangling, and bennett, and childe is the best hydro for this team. the team is regarded highly by low to mid spenders because a c0 childe can perform on par with many other teams consisting of five stars with constellations and is a great team for speedrunning abyss and has been the only team consistently in the top five of abyss teams for the past two years. a couple of reasons why the team is good: damage is split somewhat evenly between childe and xiangling and you buff both of them, which is unlike teams with xiao or eula where you only buff the main dps. the team has a good mix of front-loaded (childe burst) and consistent (childe melee and xiangling burst) damage, making rotations flexible and adaptable to whatever abyss decides to throw at you (ex: you can kill off a wave of enemies with childe's burst and then save xiangling's burst for another wave). although the team is primarily aoe focused, it still does good damage in single-target scenarios, which is great because most other teams usually are only good in one scenario. the team does have a steeper learning curve and has a bunch of nuances you need to get used to and if you hate xiangling for whatever reason, you will have a bad time, but there's a good reason why childe is the golden child of the speedrunning community

although childe is harder to play, his playstyle is a good gateway to understanding genshin's mechanics, if you're interested in that. also, his complicated kit does mean he has a few tricks up his sleeve that only childe can do and while most of them are situational, they do have their uses and does make him a surprisingly versatile character, despite the constricting cooldown

anyway, since childe is heavily tied to international, i've linked a good video below if you feel like watching to get a better understanding of his playstyle (it's a long video, but the basics section is the important part and it's not that bad and also i like the cute fanart lol). also, even though international is good, it is overkill and you don't need this much damage to clear abyss, so if that doesn't interest you, then maybe childe isn't best for you, but he's still a good pick. sorry that this is so long, but i hope my response helps and that it all makes sense!

[pocketmania]

‎‧₊˚✧[ Small Update ]✧˚₊‧

Hello everyone! It's Heidi, lol. So, I just wanted to talk about a couple things surrounding the blog and stuff.

First off, I'm thinking of making a masterlist of all my fics when I post enough of them. I'll put the link in the titles of the fandoms on my intro post so they're easy to access

Next, I wanna apologize (again!!!!) for all the waits on the writes, especially if they were so short! Not only was I busy, but my motivation was at an all-time-low. Believe it or not, having to do homework in 6 classes for a week straight can kinda drain the motivation to write anything else from you lol. But---I promise to put my best efforts to make sure you guys get great fics, regardless of genre! ✨️

Speaking of fics, my requests are back open again! Like I said, I took a short break, and now I'm ready to start writing again! If you're new here, "how to request" is on my pinned post ^^

Lastly, I just want to thank you all for the support! I know I'm not that big of a blog and my fics may not be all that good, but I appreciate you all expressing that you enjoy them! Especially if you've been sticking around since the beginning. Thank you 💙

- 🧁 Heidi (9/13/2024)

[rayvern-sheep]

Update on my mental health: I am doing better! Just in case anyone read those concerning posts the past few weeks and was worried.

I have kinda long-winded advice sorta shit under the cut if you are thinking of top surgery but know you don’t deal w/ change well, or have got it but are wondering why you still feel like shit weeks later when everyone else seems to feel better. And then some more rambling in the tags if you’re into that sorta thing.

Oh boy it’s long under the cut… Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Some advice: if you have a hard time w/ big change, small change, any kind of change. Be prepared to have a hard time w/ top surgery recovery. The general consensus if you research it is that post-op depression is over by abt the fourth week, and that is actually deemed late by some sources. Many said the second or third week. If you are starting to feel worse after that point it does not mean you made a mistake! Don’t panic!

Even though I wrote several notes to myself before the procedure explaining that I did in fact want this, and I know I am bad w/ change, that did not help me when I was in the pits of a doom spiral. I’m ngl that was genuinely the worst I’ve been mentally in years. I had to ring a suicide hotline at one point because I thought I’d lost the point of life. Talk to someone you trust abt how you’re feeling. I just straight up sobbed into my mum’s shoulder abt how I didn’t understand anything anymore and I was terrified I’d made a mistake getting surgery. She talked me through it and reminded me that I’d wanted this for years, that I didn’t go outside w/out a binder on, etc. She reminded me that everyone deals w/ things at different times, just because most ppl feel perfectly fine by the one month mark it doesn’t mean I would. Then after that I just hung out w/ her. The day after that we went and did some chores outside the house. A little time outside is often a good idea, I do regret to inform you.

I’m not gonna say I’m all fixed and perfect now. I’m still low energy and back to hiding in my baggy hoodies (now I can get them on again yippee!!!) but I’m not pushing myself rn. And I wish I had some good advice other than idk have a good system of loved-ones. If you have a therapist talk to them. Don’t be like me and bottle shit up. I’m so good at bottling shit up that I do not notice smthn is getting bad until I’m at the very bottom of the fucking doom spiral and I look up and see how far I fell down it lmao.

I wrote a whole diff paragraph but deleted it. Better version though is just try not to put too much pressure on yourself. Surgery is exhausting, and feeling burned-out even after a month isn’t smthn to be ashamed of. Just focus on keeping yourself sane. If possible take it easy, do things half-assed and low-effort for a while if you can get away w/ it. Just while you mentally catch up to your new stuff.

For some ppl top surgery “fixes” all their problems, but for most it does not. Whatever mental or physical problems you had before surgery, you will still have. Now, my surgeon literally told me surgery would not fix everything. I knew this before going into this, before I even had my first conversation with him, and I still had a bad fucking time mentally. So don’t expect to feel perfect. I was in a weird surreal bubble for the first like 3(?) weeks where I was just physically recovering before my head fucking lost it.

I don’t wanna put anyone off, and tbh worrying abt how bad you’re gonna feel can be a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy. I just wanna say that it can get rough. But if it does, you are not alone!!! You’ve not ruined your life, it’s not the end of the world, you still have something to live for. Keep pushing through, take it slow, talk to someone you trust. Try to do things that comfort you and help you feel safe. You’re gonna get through it.

Idk man I just wanted to share my experience on this. Because in my frantic research from the bottom of the pit all I could see were smiling faces saying they felt the best they’d ever felt in their life. It was euphoria all day every day. And the only ppl who weren’t feeling perfect were the ppl unhappy w/ their results. But the thing is I love my results, everything looks as expected. It’s literally how I drew it lmao, couldn’t have gone better. Not to brag sorry. But the point was, nothing was wrong physically. The majority of the physical healing was done, but my brain hadn’t been healing at all during that time. It was just putting itself to the side while the body did it’s thing. And when even proper medical sources are saying that ppl usually start to feel mentally better after the fourth week, and I was actually starting to feel shitty by that point, it rlly made me worry smthn was wrong. I was frantically trying to blame something for what I was feeling. And it was likely a whole mess of shit, with the main culprit being my inability to process change. Dude I freak out when a loved-one gets a tattoo or a piercing or changes their fucking hair. I wish I was joking, but I’m not. It stresses me out. And although I always get over it eventually, I should’ve known that this was gonna happen. After those early weeks of the itchy haze, I totally should’ve known a mental spiral was on the horizon. But I was just so lost in the sauce that was the whole experience.

I would not change the experience of top surgery for the world. I only wish I’d been more prepared for the dive my mental health would take so late in the game. I expected post-op depression. But as I said that’s usually only in the first couple of weeks. So when it didn’t happen I thought I was okay. But oooooo boy. I forgot how slow my brain is at processing shit. And hey, if I did “make a mistake” in getting my tits chopped off. If in the future I’m like “Hey I’m a woman now!” then so fucking what. There are titless women out there, and they’re no less woman than a woman w/ tits so big they break her back. Life is for living so fucking do that. I’ve not butchered or ruined my body even if my gender does change in the future. Get rekt transphobes.

ANYWAY… I think I’ve rambled enough. If I remember smthn I’ll prob add it in a RB cos this post is already long enough now. Thank fuck for the “read more” function. So I can hide all my stupid mushy shit under here and not clog up someone’s dash. Yippee!!

[iatrophilosophos]

(Lmk if you don't want me screenshotting ur tags/saying this next to it i just think this part is important. All future "you"s in this post are @ a general hypothetical reader, not @ you previous poster specifically.)

Neuroleptics is a huge frog boil. I think for a lot of ppl there is a wave of initial relief with the prescription cuz like, most people do get on these meds when they're feeling super fucked up & i think there is a ton of value in the like, neurological shake up to get into a different bodymind frame and start functioning different. And then, for me and a lot of ppl I've talked to, there's the numbness but there can also be 0 emotional memory: i.e. when i was on neuroleptic medication, every feeling was the *only* feeling i had ever felt. I had extreme lows in my daily life, at school, etc but in my nice quiet psychs office, I had nothing to report. Then, there's the fact that these medications cause withdrawals, plus feeling anything again can be super overwhelming. So you get the really classic loops and spirals/"unstable psycho behavior": hate ur meds, build up a bunch of antispsych thoughts, go off, don't process withdrawals well, get into a hole, get hospitalized or face pressure from family/friends/society at large, go back on, feel better for a little bit, start defending psychiatry really hard...rinse and repeat.

So! Alternatives and ~harm reduction~:

If you or someone you know decided you do want to take neuroleptic drugs, it's a really really good idea to set intentions to monitor side effects OUTSIDE of your relationship to your prescriber. Note when you feel like shit, note when you feel HAPPY, make a low effort chart with checkboxes for every day/incident, short form journal, long form journal, make a drawing every day, take a picture every day--whatever is easy and you can look back on to actually assess if this relationship to this drug is doing something you actually want in your life.

WITHDRAWALS ARE REAL. If you're currently taking, have taken, or are considering neuroleptic medication: your experience when you first go off meds or miss a couple days Is NOT "who you are" or what you can expect from baseline w/o the meds. It is an EXTREMELY GNARLY WITHDRAWAL. There's an OK harm reduction guide to coming off psychiatric medication i can send a PDF to if anyone wants to dm me their email (the only actual link I've found for it is paid :/). It's more oriented to antipsych 101 than actual medical info/support but it's ok.

Consider: trying almost anything else before taking neuroleptic medication. There is not really anything that's guaranteed to make you stop hallucinating, which can suck. However; that doesnt mean you will forever feel like shit, or that you can't make changes such that hallucinations are either a lot less likely and/or a lot less intrusive. The now mostly-defunct mad liberation movement has generated a bunch of wonderful narratives and discourse around this topic i highly reccomend delving into to find ideas and practices that might be good. you can search for archives of "mad liberation" "psychiatric survivor" and "anti psychiatry movement" newspapers which are also just super cool to read; you can look up the archived old website for the Icarus Project (search "icarus project archive" sry I'm on mobile); and Project LETS is an extant us college-centric group that might have useful resources. On the materials and practices side:

I'm an herbalist so I'm p much always gonna head towards herbalism; but i think there's some real benefits here in that herbs are 1) cheap 2) not controlled substances (unless you're in aeoteroa, apparently?) 3) many have extremely low if nonexistent potential to cause withdrawal (notable exceptions: kratom, kava) 4) most are metabolized very quickly (within an hour) and wear off within several hours; giving you a large amount of flexibility and control, and 5) there's a lot of good evidence even if youre science-only (kinda an L but you do you.) The Psychpharmacology of Herbal Medicine by Marcello Spinella is a somewhat dated but solid source you can find a free pdf of by Googling or looking on libgen or Anna's archive; find preparation directions in James greens Home Medicine Makers Handbook available in the same databases. It is important when assessing chemical tools like this to think outside the box and more granularly about what kinds of effects might be beneficial situation to situation in Your Specific Life than seeking some sort of "herbal antispsychotic", which does not exist.

Other good options: ruling out vitamin B and D deficiencies, introducing variation in your life or making major life changes (that might sound weird but IMO, starting a long term relationship with a powerful, withdrawal causing psychoactive drug Is In Fact ALSO a major life change!), dropping shrooms or acid, literally just start walking around where you live and see where it takes you, stay at a friend's house for a little bit and learn to navigate a new environment, uhhh in the past when I've been super fucked up in my life I've Literally just gone to like dollar tree and gotten as many foods that I've never eaten before as possible and it helped a lot more than it might sound like it would

Like basically do whatever you want forever and if any of this sounds stupid or terrible like...don't do it... but don't let the establishment fool you into believing your options are suffer with drugs or suffer without them and DEFINITELY don't accept the narrative that it's better to be numb, miserable, and riddled with physiological side effects but managable-for-society than it is to feel alive while insane, abnormal, and unable to live a normative life.

what is your opinion on anti-psychotics then?

that's a misnomer; neuroleptic drugs don't combat a singular biological state of 'psychosis' because there is no such observed or biomarked state. neuroleptics don't have good evidence for their efficacy in actually improving patient outcomes, and are known to cause a range of serious short- and long-term (including permanent!) side effects ranging from metabolic dysregulation to movement disorders (neurological damage) to sedation (they have previously been known as 'major tranquilisers').

on principle i think people should be able to use psychoactive substances of their choosing; in practice i think this is basically a moot point in regards to neuroleptics because the side effects are so common and severe, and the benefits so minimal. these are drugs that continue to be popularly prescribed because they make patients more 'compliant' -- ie, because our current social–economic situation is so profoundly hostile to variation in perceptions of reality that we render people more 'functional' when dangerously medicated into submission.

i also collected a few readings on this here.

[bvannn]

Weekly Recap Jan 20 2023:

This week I was surprisingly productive, despite classes starting back up. I was able to complete the Biosheets for the main characters for the primary story I am working on. All the characters have received positive attention on discord, tumblr, and reddit so far, which gives me confidence in developing a story (thanks to all the lovely people who left nice comments, it really means the world!). It will likely still not become anything significant anytime soon, but I was also able to complete an outline this week which is far more complete than I had anticipated. I have also started getting into specifics of it, which will likely continue in the coming weeks.

The secondary OC-related story has one Biosheet illustrated, though it lacks text. After being stuck with a few important missing story pieces for years, Inspiration has finally hit and progress on writing/conceptualizing has resumed. I have been mainly focusing on the story set in the O’Malley Foster Home as my primary and the stage play themed story as my secondary, though gears have also been turning for a few others that have been on the back burner, especially the one about the Crow. I want to focus on the primary and secondary for the time being, though characters from others may get drawing every once in a while, which I won’t be shy to post.

Over break I was able to start a sewing project. It is effectively on hold until March due to inaccessibility of equipment. I may be able to pull aside some patterns for doll clothes to use as bases, but apart from that it will remain on hiatus.

I bought FL Studio on impulse while it was on sale, and also received a supposedly better microphone for recording music as a gift. I hope that I can record some piano and eventually add other instruments with FL, though the microphone has given my computer a very hard time. As of right now I have recorded two improvised piano arrangements of touhou without the new mic, and posted one to newgrounds. I plan to post the other once I have the time and motivation to draw up another art piece to promote it. Time permitting I will attempt to use the new mic again, and record some more video game arrangements, likely Touhou, Zelda, Kid Icarus, or Xenoblade. Any original pieces are a long way off yet, though they are an eventual goal.

I decided at the beginning of the year to participate in Inktober 52, and I was able to complete a piece by the Thursday deadline this week, though I was not able to post it until today, as I deemed the Biosheets more important. The prompt for this next week is easy to work with, but will also be ink heavy, I hope I do not smudge it like I did yesterday.

I was able to start a new DnD campaign today, and it is likely my other one will resume this semester as well. The only character art I have this time is rather low quality and I will likely complete a more detailed drawing at some point. The campaign has a much more interesting setting than I had anticipated, and I was already excited before. I may draw a few pieces in celebration, given my energy.

My main pet project at the moment aside from my OCs is the TRG Animated project, as I would rather do a lower stakes fan animation before hopping into something more ambitious. Despite Adobe’s best efforts, I was able to save Jon’s rig from corruption, and complete ~85% of Tim’s rig, as well as 95% of Emile’s rerig (because he was kinda scuffed ngl). I still need a few pieces for Tim, like his Face and Hands, and Emile needs new Shin pieces, as I have decided I don’t like his current ones, but other than that, they’re almost ready. I will try a test animation a bit more complicated than I have done so far, to push myself. It will feature both of them directly interacting, as I have yet to animate two characters making physical contact with one another. This also means I can test both rigs at the same time. During this time I will also be selecting a clip to animate, as while I have one I’m certainly holding on to, I’d rather open with a clip from one of the Mario Parties. People really seem to like the Mario Party DS playthrough, but honestly I don’t find Jon getting mad and yelling all that funny, especially when it’s so frequent, so I’ll leave it to someone else. I’ll watch back through the other playthroughs, I’m sure I’ll find something.

Amongst all the art stuff I have managed to keep up well with homework so far. I anticipate this will not continue, as labs will eat up a lot of time, though I hope I can keep up the pet projects, as they have really helped my mood as of late. Thank you to anyone who read this far, or read this at all. I want to try giving updates weekly, as to help me collect my thoughts, and keep track of my projects. I hope they are worth it. I promise they won’t all be this long, I just got a lot done this week.