#like he needs someone that will pretend to treat him like shit until he’s comfortable and then actually heal him

[a-nice-egg-offering]

Imagine how angry mac must be finally having moved on from Dennis and fallen in love with someone else only to find out it was actually Dennis being evil and manipulative playing with his heart again for trivial personal gain. No wonder he refused to accept Dennis was Johnny :/

[thlayli-rah]

Hot take but I really do think that some of y’all need to consider how/why/when/how often you’re making fun of straight people for being straight

I do it too, I’m not going to pretend I don’t make jokes about the hets, or the down with cis bus, or whatever

But I recently befriended a cis, straight dude and I have watched him be dismissed, degraded, and unambiguously insulted for the perceived “crime” of being straight — all in queer environments where he is allegedly “completely welcome” and surrounded by “friends”

This guy is not a toxic person! But I have seen him be made to feel so small and like his comfort and safety in those spaces are conditional on his silence and acceptance of being treated like a human dunk zone, and I think that some of y’all have had so much shit from straight/cis people that the second you feel like you’ve got an inch, you want to luxuriate in the perceived catharsis of bullying someone who— actually —doesn’t deserve it

And until he very, very carefully mentioned to me in private that it makes him feel bad, I didn’t even clock that I was involved in doing that, that it had become so instinctive for me to make casual jokes like that, and that— well meaning or otherwise —I had been contributing to an environment that made someone I really really like feel like shit

So, I dunno, I think maybe some of y’all should think about that too

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Red

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: sexual assault (not quite rape), angst, feeling uncomfortable by a man touching you, minor fluff at the end

Summary: A mission calls for you to find your inner vixen to get information from a man who is known to be a womanizer. Things don’t go according to plan, so Sam has to step up and take matters into his own hands. When Bucky hears about it, he turns to you knowing you need comfort in the safest way possible.

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The short black dress stares back at you in your closet with a knowing look. You don’t want to wear this. you don’t want to go on this mission. You’d rather spend the night cuddled up next to your boyfriend and watch movies. Instead, you’re going on a mission to essentially be a vixen, not in the literal sense where you have sex with someone but in the sense where you have to seduce the target to get what you want.

It's not ideal but this is the job.

The man in question is a womanizer and is high in the weapons world. He’s one of the most well-known weapons dealers across the country. He mostly deals out of his club but whenever authorities raid his club, they can’t find anything to nail him with. That’s when they called your team to do what they clearly can’t.

You yank the dress off the hanger and quickly put it on. You haven’t worn this since before you started going out with Bucky. You can remember wearing this to the club with your friends.  The material is a bit tighter than you remember but it’ll help you get what you want. You shift your boobs to make them pop more without having them completely spill out the top. You walk to your vanity and sift through your makeup.

Someone knocks on your door before walking in. You smile when you see it’s your boyfriend.

“Hey, baby.” He has a frown etched onto his face, deeper than usual. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like this plan.” You’re the only one who can get close to Mezzi. Anyone else would just tip him off. “Not that I don’t want you flirting with another man, but Mezzi is bad news. He treats women like shit. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

You set down your makeup brush and walk over to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and his hands automatically settle on your waist.

“I’m a professional, baby, and a really skilled spy. I’ve gotten bigger, more tougher men to talk for less. I’ve done this before. Plus, Sam and John will be there if anything goes wrong.”

The mention of the blonde man makes his frown deeper.

“I don’t like that John is going.”

“You don’t like anything he does.”

“There’s something dirty about him. He’s not a good man.”

You pull Bucky down toward you and kiss him, keeping the kiss short and sweet.

“You have nothing to worry about. I’ll be fine. It’s just another mission.”

Bucky slides one of his hands into your hair and kisses you for longer this time.

“Okay, I trust you,” he whispers against your lips.

“Good,” you grin and peck his lips once more.

You finish getting ready and leave with Sam and John to the car. Bucky leads his own team of soldiers who will wait outside until the cue is given. He would have gone in with you but Mezzi knows Bucky’s face. He would have ruined the entire mission before it could begin.

“Okay, here’s the plan,” you say. “I’ll go in first and distract him while you two go to the bar and pretend to be just like any other customer. Once I’m close, I’ll casually ask how my friend heard about his weapons and would like to buy some. Hopefully, he’ll be drunk enough to say where he keeps them which we would call in Bucky’s team.”

“Sounds good to me,” Sam shrugs.

“We need a safe word,” you say.

“Why?” John asks.

“Because I’m a woman going in to seduce a womanizer who looks like he doesn’t like the word no. So, I need a safe word or I’m not going in.”

“Seems fair,” Sam says.

“Fine, what is it?”

“Red. I’ll work it into the conversation but if you hear me say that, move in immediately.”

John doesn’t say anything but nods in agreement. When you get to the club, you go in first. The place is already crowded with a bunch of people but you push past them all to get to the far end of the club. There is a section separated by curtains and guards which can only mean it’s the VIP section. Through the large slit in the curtains, you see Mezzi sitting back with both arms on the back of the couch.

Bingo.

You walk closer to the VIP section and start to move your body to the music. Sam and John walk in and head to the bar like they’re supposed to while keeping a close eye on you. You look up and meet Mezzi’s eyes through the slit and smirk at him. You’ve got his attention. You run your hands down your body and move sensually to the music. He leans forward and licks his bottom lip, already entranced by you.

He calls for one of his guards and whispers something to him while maintaining eye contact with you. The guard leaves and heads over to you, and you pull your eyes from Mezzi to look at the guard.

“Boss wants to see you.”

“Lead the way,” you grin.

He allows you to pass into the VIP section, and Mezzi leans back with a lazy smirk on his face.

“Up close, you’re even more beautiful,” he grins. “Drink?”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

He gets up and walks over to the mini bar to make your drink. You watch him carefully to make sure he doesn’t put anything in your drink, and you relax when he doesn’t. This place is so secluded from the rest of the club due to the curtains so anything can happen in here and no one would know about it. Luckily, you have Sam and John in your ear so you’ll be able to call for them if things get out of hand.

“Thank you,” you smile and accept the drink. He takes a seat next to you, a little bit closer than your liking. It’s okay. Pretend he’s Bucky. “I have to say, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so handsome before.”

“Oh, baby, there is no one else like me. You’ve come to the right section. I can blow your mind without even touching you.”

“Oh, really? Lucky me,” you giggle.

Mezzi reaches out and runs his hands over your exposed thighs, and you picture Bucky’s hands touching you. This isn’t the first time you’ve had to do this for a mission, but it is the first time since you’ve been with Bucky. You respect him too much to do things like this, but there was no other way to get close to Mezzi.

“God, you’re so sexy. Best looking girl here.”

“You’re just saying that.”

His hands briefly slide up your dress before he moves it back down. “No, I’m not. When I see something I like, I make sure she knows about it.”

“Here’s to new opportunities,” you grin and hold your drink out to him. He raises his own drink and clinks it with yours, but he only takes a sip. He’s careful not to intake too much alcohol, especially when he’s involved in so much illegal shit. “I was hoping to talk to you tonight.”

“Yeah? About what?”

“I have this friend who was asking about you.”

“What friend?”

“Oh, just a friend.” You reach over and dance your fingers across his chest, slightly sliding them through the buttons of his shirt. “He says you have a certain shipment he’d like to buy from you. He wouldn’t tell me more. He says you’d know what I was talking about.”

Mezzi’s attitude switches but it’s very subtle. You can see it in his eyes. He does not like that question. He slides his hand up your body and rests his palm over the hollowness of your throat. Not hurting you but letting you know he can hurt you if you piss him off.

“Well, you tell your friend if he wants something I have, then he should be the one asking for it, not sending his whore after me.”

“Now, that’s not very nice.”

He smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Oh, baby, it was a compliment.”

He pulls you in closer so that you’re practically in his lap, and you suddenly grow uncomfortable. He has one thing on his mind and it’s not talking.

“Out of curiosity, what’s the shipment?” you ask, trying to get his mind somewhere else.

“Enough talking. You clearly came here for one thing and one thing only. I deliver on all of my promises, and I promise to make your time here worthwhile.”

He slides his hand up your dress and rests it very close to the one place you only ever want one man to go: Bucky. He leans in and presses kisses to your neck so lightly, and that’s when you panic. No mission is worth feeling like this. You don’t want to be here anymore.

“Red,” you blurt out.

“What?” he asks and pulls away.

“I like your red shirt. It’s very silky.”

“It looks better on the ground.”

Sam’s earpiece has been bothering him since he got here, so he’s trying to fix it. He should have gotten a new one when he had the chance since it’s not the first time this has acted up. John’s earpiece, however, works just fine. He hears your cry for help yet he does… nothing. He looks toward the VIP section and sips his drink casually.

“My favorite color is red,” you say with slight panic.

John can’t give away their position because Mezzi hasn’t given the location of his weapons yet. If they raid now, they might not have anything. Sam tweaks a few parts before putting it back in his ear. He smiles when it works but it’s lost when he hears your panicked voice.

“Has she been saying this? Why are you just sitting there?” Sam asks.

He gets up to rescue you but John grabs his arm.

“He hasn’t told her where the shipment is.”

“I don’t fucking care. Get your hand off me.”

Sam yanks his arm away and leaves to come to your rescue. John, on the other hand, finishes his drink leisurely.

Mezzi has you pinned to the couch with your dress bunched up at your hips. The only thing separating him from rape is a flimsy piece of cotton. You wish Bucky was here.

“Please stop,” you say, close to tears. “Red!”

He is about to silence you with a hand to your throat when he freezes. Sam places a gun to the back of his head.

“Let go of her.” Mezzi does and you scramble as far as you can get from him. You shake slightly and pull your dress down as much as it can go. “If you don’t want to get your head blown off, I’d suggest you tell us where your shipment is right now.”

“You’re bluffing,” he chuckles.

Sam moves the gun away from his head and aims it at his leg. He shoots once, and Mezzi jerks back in pain. The gun has a silencer on it so no one can hear how much Mezzi is in pain. The music drowns out his shouts of pain, and Sam moves the gun back to his head.

“Am I bluffing now?”

“In the basement, man. In the tunnels.”

“Come in, Buck. You’re up. It’s in the tunnels below,” Sam says into the earpiece.

“Copy that.”

“Are you okay?” Sam asks you while keeping the gun on Mezzi.

“I think so,” you whisper.

“Go. We’ve got it handled from here.”

You don’t think twice about leaving. All you want is to go home, shower, and cry.

“Shame,” Mezzi groans in pain. “She looks like her pussy would be tight.”

Sam rears his fist back and punches Mezzi hard in the jaw. So hard that Mezzi passes out right there and then. Bucky and his men found the shipment and were able to arrest Mezzi and his men on the spot. With that much evidence, no judge would ever think about letting them go. The adrenaline has worn off and the shakes have replaced it. You were almost raped. You were sexually assaulted. You might be a trained spy but that all went out the window the second Mezzi forced you on your back.

The second Bucky heard about what happened, pissed doesn’t even cover what he’s feeling. Sam had to tell Bucky what John did because it was wrong of him to hear your safe word and do nothing about it. Bucky storms into home base and makes a beeline for John. He grabs his collar and yanks him violently toward him.

“You heard her safe word and did nothing about it?”

“I knew she had it handled! He didn’t tell her where the shipment was.”

“I oughta kill you,” Bucky growls. He grabs John’s throat with his metal hand and squeezes. “She’s my girlfriend, you bastard.”

John is no match for Bucky so he doesn’t even try to fight back. Bucky is about to do more damage when Sam walks into the room.

“She’s asking for you, Buck.”

Bucky lets John go, and the latter coughs violently. “Get him the hell out. He better be gone when I get back.” He leaves the room and walks into your bedroom. The shower is going in your bathroom, and he looks inside to see you sitting on the shower floor with your knees to your chest. “Y/N?” You don’t reply. He knows how scared you must be. “He can’t hurt you anymore, baby.”

Again, you don’t respond to him. He steps inside the running shower and turns off the water, not caring if he has water on his clothes. He wraps you in your fluffy towel and scoops you into his arms. He brings you to the bed and sits you down before going into your closet. He grabs one of his big hoodies and dresses you in it.

The second he has you in his arms, you bury your head in his chest and cry.

“Shh, I’m right here. You’re safe now. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“I was so scared,” you whimper. “I thought… I just wanted you.”

“I’m here now. I won’t let him touch you again. You’re safe now.”

Bucky smooths down your hair and allows you to cry as much as you need to. He won’t tell you what John did because that would only make you feel worse.

“Please stay with me,” you whisper.

“I’m not going anywhere. You can rest knowing you’re protected. You’re safe now.”

“I love you,” you say and snuggle closer to him.

“I love you. Get some rest. I’ll be here the whole time.”

That’s all the comfort you need. He makes you feel safe, and that’s all you can ever ask for.

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[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

More chaotic Nimona headcanons

Whenever Ambrosius and Nimona want to mess with Bal they do a poor imitation of his accent

Or they’ll use British slang with an American accent 

You’d think this would get boring or the duo would get tired of this

But no

Watching this grown man’s cheeks inflate like a puffer fish never gets old 

One day Bal decided to get back at them by speaking in an American accent

This went on for the whole day and whenever the duo mentioned it he just looked at them like they were crazy

He pretends like it never happened and when the duo brings it up he’ll give them that same look

Ambrosius and Nimona go back and forth between knowing he’s fucking with them and questioning if they imagined it 

Sometimes when he thinks they’re forgetting he’ll say in an American accent “Do you remember when I” and then he’ll stop talking and walk away

It’ll send them spiraling for days 

I find immense joy in the idea that the trio not taking shit from anyone and messing with reporters for fun

One reporter got a little too comfortable with Nimona and asked her to explain in detail her “origin story” and how her shifting works

Like she's some fictional superhero and not a person standing in front of them 

So he straight up acted like he had no idea what the reporter was talking about 

And when he told them that he saw them shift as they walked in they replied in a concerned tone "Sir I have no idea what you're talking about"

And slowly but surely Nimona started to convince the reporter and the crew that they didn't save the kingdom

Shapeshifters don’t exist and they were here to discuss the economic crisis the kingdom was experiencing

And the moment when she knew that she had convinced them all she shifted to look like the reporter and walked out of the room without saying a word

No one in that room kept their job

A lot of people like to act like Bal is a hero not because he helped save the kingdom but because he’s an amputee

They act like he’s someone with an expiration date simply because he’s disabled and often treat him like he’s incompetent 

So he messes with them

A lot of these reporters will insinuate all the things I mentioned but they’ll never say it outright 

So he’ll pretend like he doesn’t know he’s an amputee

He’ll slowly manipulate them until they have no choice but to say outright that they’re treating him like he’s less than human because of his disability

And then he’ll act like he’s just discovering that he’s disabled 

Saying some “Oh my Gods my arm is gone… OH MY GODS IT’S GONE” 

People stopped mentioning the arm after that 

There was one reporter who was really outspoken about the fact that the “Golden Boy” was so easily manipulated by the Director 

And was questioning if someone so easily swayed should have a hand in rebuilding their society

Ambrosius finally sat down with an interview with this dude and the reporter just starts digging into him

Hammering him with questions like “Why didn’t you see through the Director’s lies” “Why did you lead the manhunt against Bal” and “Where were you when the wall fell”

And Ambrosius starts throwing out questions of his own like “Weren’t you very close friends with the Director and weren’t you very outspoken on social media supporting her” “Why were you saying and I quote ‘we need that gutter rats head on a spike’” and finally “what were you doing when the wall fell?” 

And this man had receipts too

He was basically silent when Ambrosius was brought up after this incident

[hey-august]

Buggy thinking reader insert likes Shanks more is for ever and always gonna be one of my favorite things because the angst potential, the comfort potential… delicious.

But also like… ultimate comedy because depending on the dynamic you see him and Shanks having it can also be like: Shanks. Obnoxious wingman.

Buggy fretting over you being in love with Shanks, while not only you aren’t, but also Shanks doing his best combination of „I know all of this guys dumbest moments because we grew up together“ and „WHOOOO!!! BUGGY!!“

He wouldn’t even need to sell you on Buggy but he’s constantly just hyping him up to you anyways, Buggy is so funny. Buggy can juggle with daggers! Shanks is a hot mess in the fashion department, yes, hahah, yeah he knows, if you want to talk to someone who can tell colors apart you should go to BUGGY, now BUGGY is a stylish guy, you need to know your shit to make clown fashion look good.

…. Also speaking of clowns, one time when they were eleven Buggy got stung by a bee on his nose and it took away like fifty percent of his vision because it swelled so- „CAN IT, YOU BASTARD!“

Buggy not only being so blind he mistakes your advances as being intended for Shanks, but also not even realizing Shanks is just constantly trying to get you two closer as well.

aaaAAAHHH Anon, I love the idea of Shanks trying to be Buggy's hype man, and doing that plus more. C'mon, they're not embarrassing stories, they're funny! Endearing! Here, have a 550 word stream of consciousness about this trio's dynamic:

Both men can easily be the center of attention. But maybe Buggy's circle is intimidating. Maybe not. Maybe you're nervous about approaching him just yet.

Grab a drink, chat it up with the easy to talk to guy at the bar, get invested in some childhood story he's telling a crowd, a story full of adventure and danger. Plus some goofy antics that only two best friends could get into.

And when Shanks calls out to the so-called friend for confirmation about a particular detail (what happened first - the swarm of bees that blocked out the sun or falling into that pulsating mud pit ), it's the guy you've had your eye on all night.

And Shanks - the schmoozer, the sweet talker - is too quick to pick up on that subtle shift in your expression. Wide eyed not because of the fantastic story he's telling, but for a different reason. So you two keep chatting, and the circle of conversation shrinks until it's you two and stories about Buggy.

Finally, eventually, why did it take so long, Buggy makes his way over and Shanks introduces you two. Aaaand nothing. Buggy looks you over and scoffs. Shanks can go hook up with whoever and do whatever the fuck he wants - Buggy doesn't need a consolation prize.

That was...rude. It would have been absolutely crushing if it wasn't for Shanks clapping a hand on Buggy's shoulder and shaking sense into him. Chiding him for being so blind - how did Buggy not notice that you have been undressing him all night from across the bar? Or how you'd whip your head around and pretend to be looking anywhere but at the clown when his attention drifted anywhere near you.

It's obvious Buggy isn't going to believe any of that, so you decide to jump in. And, you know, word vomit every thought in your head.

"He's right, I think you're cute and I want to buy you a drink and he said you like hot dogs so we can go get a bite to eat, my treat, if you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, we've been talking about you because I wanted to get to you more because I...think you're cute." You might have blacked out while talking because you hardly remembered what came out of your mouth. It wasn't until the end that you realized both men were silent and staring at you.

Shanks laughed first. Of course he did. Buggy didn't. He turned red. Redder than the nose on his face. You thought it was the nicest shade of vermillion, but wow could it get brighter when this guy had emotions.

You two were talking about him? What did Shanks say?!

Only good things, really! That he's talented with knives. That he's clever with chemicals and science. Oh and one time he accidentally blew off his eyebrows. And that Buggy has the best jokes. In fact, there's one particular joke about a mermaid, a pirate, and a sandwich that no one can tell like Buggy.

And there's the light. The sparkle. The opportunity. All the pieces have been played.

Shanks drowns the rest of his drink while Buggy leans in to tell you the joke. That joke. What you didn't know is it's rather raunchy. Downright filthy. And exactly what you and Buggy needed to start a fun night getting to know each other.

[pruneunfair]

COBYB shit list (Rage post).

This isn't really an actual analysis or anything like that. Just a vent post to get out the frustrations of how willfully ignorant COBYB stans are.

It's all being a "girls girl" until it's this shit

When a woman wants to act obsessive and the man doesn't reciprocate, the woman is a creepy bitch who needs to go while the man is comforted by the audience and celebrated for rejecting the stalker (as it should be)

When a sexy man wants to be obsessive and abuse a girl to get out his frustrations of being in lust with someone who can't say no to him, she's just "rejecting her true feelings" and the man just doesn't know how to show his love in a normal way.

knowing damn well that this story would be treated as the psychological horror it truly is if Matthias looked like Marquess Sergev from I thought my time was up. Pretty privilege is so real right now.

"Oh he chose to do nothing against his bitchy mom! Kyle isn't deserving of Layla for being such a coward!"

"Matthias on the other hand buys Layla gifts even when he hurts her because he really does love her! It's the nobilities fault he's like this! He apologized in the end didnt he? 😢 he just doesn't know how to properly show his love!"

Be real: Everyone would adore her for "protecting her fiancé" and would sympathize with her if she was the lead of a basic isekai or regression.

Bro will meet this girl when she's 12 and get bliss out of torturing birds knowing it makes her cry and you still have people diagnosing Layla with BPD and absolving Matthias of all blame.

Hey guys, is this the look of a pleasured young woman after a so-called "fun night" in the woods?

You tell me?

Matthias can do whatever the hell he wants and it's just "He's a red flag but I'm color blind 😏" but GOD FORBID I defend Ari.

What? I thought you people LOVED toxic relationships as long as the guy is conventionally hot?

Layla gets coerced into being a mistress against her will so her uncle Bill will be safe and people STILL claim that it was not SA because she "consented" after her only remaining family members future was held as leverage.

"Who does she think she is? Kissing Matthias right in front of Layla 🙄"

His fiancé? And don't give me that "it was an arranged marriage" crap because we all know the manhwa community doesnt give a damn as evident by OTHER manhwas.

Plot twist: The ending wasn't actually Layla getting lobotomized by the plot to love Matthias. She just knew that man was never going to quit until she either accepted or he takes a page out of the song Sarah from Tyler the creator.

Yall know that "Grandma, you little victim." Meme that originated in tiktok? That's basically the best way to describe Laylas future when she grows old.

"If you don't like it, don't read, you're just justice farming for views 😒"

First of all, would you believe me if I said I got a basic summary of what happened thanks to getting a ton of COBYB related posts on tiktok and Instagram videos that were being extremely vague and gaslit you into thinking it was romance? (Yes, I did find the rest of the chapters to read so I could actually make a verified post but to begin with, I already knew a basic idea of what was happening.)

Second of all: if this were just some random 🍇 and degrading fetish comic on a porn site with little people defending it, I wouldn't feel the need to care. (EX: I don't make any abandoned empress posts because everyone already hates it so there's no need to say what has been said a million times already) this is a gross porn novel that was put on a site mostly inhabited by 10-16 year old girls that makes stalking and 🍇 look sexy thanks to the artstyle and the ML being a buff BTS blow up doll and instead of it being called out, you got THOUSANDS of people tarnishing the name of dark romance so they can justify a grapist while pretending to be girl's-girl's instead of coming to terms with the fact that the comic with a beautiful artstyle is grade A garbge.

[cressthebest]

can’t force myself to start a new fic, so of course i reread “call me by my name” again. it’s wasn’t until i finished just lovers that i realized it was the same author. but i want to provide my own thoughts on this fic.

to preface, i use they/she/he (no particular hierarchy to which are used more)

1. i love that a deadname is never used. ever.

2. regulus is not treated as a girl pretending to be a guy or a girl wanting to be a guy. he’s just a guy that i keep forgetting is pre transition in everything. the author treats him as regulus, the guy we’ve always known and loved; regulus who is trans and isn’t treated as a woman at all.

3. genderqueer sirius black please marry me. or let me be you. i don’t know if i want to be him or be with him. genuinely. he’s so feminine in a masculine way and oh my GOD i want that. gender envy in the finest aspect. and as a gender-fluid person, i felt so comforted and seen when sirius discussed his experience.

(i’m continuing to use he/him for sirius because he talked about in the fic how he doesn’t need others to use different pronouns and overall “doesn’t give a toss” what people use for him, because he simply doesn’t care. which is how it is for myself about 50% of the time.

and, regulus continues to use he/him for sirius, and if the author wanted us to use more pronouns for sirius, i think they would have snuck she or they in there.)

4. regulus, a grown adult in this fic uses the words trans MAN for himself. he’s a trans man. he doesn’t describe himself as a trans boy or a trans guy. he’s a grown adult who describes himself as a trans MAN and that’s extremely important to me. he’s a man. not a guy or a boy; but a man like all the other men around him.

5. the part i most wanted to talk about:

i have never in my life read smut that has actually got me off. it might be the demisexual in me, but smut doesn’t do shit for me. i don’t choose to read it ever. but in this fic, i read a sex scene so realistic and tangible that i determined all smut fics need to read this one first to do it right.

the sex was so gender affirming for both regulus and myself. and i think that’s why it did it for me. regulus got off on james literally saying his fucking chosen name, and being considered a man or a dude during sex. like, that shit was so personal.

james literally said that regulus never got off like that before. like, ever. regulus clearly enjoyed that the most he’s ever enjoyed it. just from the way james is so kind to him and adapting about his gender.

i want someone to get me off like that with gender affirming sex

6. james is hot. sirius is hot.

thank you

[actual-changeling]

i think it's funny that whenever i post something about aziraphale not caring about individual humans—only humanity as a concept—the ONLY counter argument everyone always throws at me is 'he gave his flaming sword away'.

mate.

that was six thousand years ago. LITERALLY fresh out of heaven, to the only two humans in existence, who were the entirety of humanity at that point.

let's look at what he's like in more recent years, yes?

ah yes, telling a person living in an alley that her girlfriend is going to hell with a smile. what a kind person. and the wonderful follow-up which sounds like it is straight out of some conservative, capitalistic asshole's mouth.

and fun fact, someone like that has said THOSE EXACT WORDS to me at some point.

crowley asking the real questions here like always

but hey, that was 1827, maybe he was just having a bad year. or decade. or century.

what about the present day? see, crowley is terrified of gabriel and hates his guts, but do you know what he does? he answers his questions very patiently. he is kind. once he realises gabriel isn't pretending he makes him hot chocolate and tries to help him remember, he empathizes.

aziraphale's patient is non-existent. he yells at him immediately, gets frustrated with the most simple questions, refuses to interact with him and leaves crowley with him after crowley told him "what i NEED is for him to be nowhere near me". how considerate. but hey, maybe he was just having a bad time.

job! he was kind in job, right?

except that he doesn't care about job losing his house, his farmstead, all of his animals being slaughtered and only has a problem with the children dying; which he then tries to rationalize away with his fucking "that's not what god wants" shtick.

meanwhile crowley already has plans to protect the animals AND the children AND job and sitis as best he can.

the flood? perfectly alright to drown everyone, including innocent animals and children! it is god's plan, and what do a few humans mean in god's great big ineffable plan, huh?

then again, he doesn't show much empathy for god's son either when he's being nailed to the cross. french revolution and people being beheaded? oh yes, sure, dreadful—anyway i'm just here for the crepes, the dying humans are just background noise, let's not do anything about that even though it is literally my fucking job as an angel. but noooo. he got peckish and then had lunch. what a fucking hero.

'accidentally' killing a dove because he just had to shove it up his sleeve for a magic act.

someone getting shot and dying? because i was careless? don't care. anyway.

armageddon and all of humanity dying? don't care either until i realise what i personally would lose and then i suddenly give a shit.

centuries upon centuries of aziraphale piling up money and he rather terrorizes poor people than entertain giving them a single dime. crowley has to remind and talk him into it, and as thanks he gets dragged down to hell and tortured.

aziraphale is dripping kindness, isn't he? and all of this doesn't even take into account the ball—human puppet show for his own amusement, this is supervillain shit and you know it—or all the other times he ignored human suffering so he wouldn't be personally inconvenienced.

and ALL OF THAT does not take into account how fucking horribly he treats crowley before time even existed.

aziraphale is not unkind. on a big scale, he cares about humanity, he cares about being nice, being good. he wouldn't intentionally harm someone, but he does not care enough to not be careless—he IS careless, and does NOT care if it kills creatures or humans.

his own personal wants and comfort trump everything else, and that is canon, it is text, it is fact. if you have any canonical examples of aziraphale being genuinely kind simply to be kind, not to be selfishly altruistic, please do add them, i'm serious! if you think i'm wrong, prove me wrong. everything i just listed exists in canon, so please, do the same in return.

giving his sword to adam and eve six thousand years ago does not magically erase everything that came after and it does not give him a free pass to behave however he wants, no matter the cost.

[hello-universe-lovers]

hey

if this doesn't bother you, can you please loredump about your stp voices

like, noooo I'm not here to steal ideas, why in the world would I ever do that

still, I am curious

bonus if you can talk about your ships

Honey, nothing is original anymore/hj

But I plan to have a whole ass au for my version of stp, which changes the voices and princesses. If you want to wait for that, you can stay tuned.

If not. I guess I can go more into my voice ships.

- Stubtunist: this started As a joke, but as I learned about myself: once a joke happens, it sticks. My version of Stubborn lives by KISS (Keep it Simple, Stupid), is Aussie-coded and INCREDIBLY strong. A guy like him would make for easy target for Oppy to weasel into for that extra protection. But overtime, Oppy's attitude changed significantly. Think of it like your Smittunist, except Stubborn is aware he wasn't being genuine, at first. Once Oppy makes an effort to do better, he was one of the first to accept his apology and ended up being his hype man/trainer. My version of Oppy tends to let analytics take over his brain (so he can think who to side with on the fly), to which Stubborn will literally knock him out of it, and keep him on the "not-so-straight-but-good-enough" road. Hell, Stubborn being so open and readable reassured Oppy since he doesn't need to pretend or be afraid of him. If he's upset, he'd let him know.

- CheatBroken: My version of these 2 are different. For one, both are disabled due to the princesses (Fury and Wild, respectively), and they are also girls, so this is Sapphic as shit. Just 2 people with varying degree of "I'm done with the world" getting together to bitch and moan, until something akin to mutual affection forms. They can understand each other physically and mentally, and that makes it so they are the comfort pillow and wake up call both needed. Neither want their attitude to drag the other down, and can recognize the signs of a mental spiral to wake em out of it. There really isn't anything too deep with em, they just happened as a joke (this is a problem/j)

- HeroCold (and basically everyone tbh): oh...them. I don't hate them, mind you. But this is pure crack, from the outside perspective. My Cold shows signs of depression and does the bare minimum to keep himself alive (not that he needs to, but it's a pain to listen to Hero rant about his "health" so he keeps it up). His care for the others are as muted as canon Cold. The only difference is that he has slightly more sympathy. When Hero is stressed from making sure everyone is OK, he is there to offer coffee that he always has. He talks Paranoid out of his own fears, he gets Smitten to tone back on the love poems, he gets Stubborn to stop punching the Wall, and so on. The reason HeroCold is the main ship is bc they somehow became the "parents" of this dysfunctional family. But that's not saying a lot, as they themselves are complicated.

- Smittunist: you must be familiar with this one ;). But mine is slightly different. Mainly, the dynamic is reverse. Instead of Oppy being jealous of the Princess, it's Smitten that's jealous. His main princess of devotion is the Tower, someone who, while appreciative of his company, is incapable of reciprocating his romantic feelings. She sees him as a disciple or priest or whatever, not a "lover". Meanwhile, Oppy has a girlfriend in the Thorn (the princesses are all poly too, your honor), who they treat with tenderness, even if their personalities clash. Sometimes they fight, make out, or just casually exist around each other. But it's REAL, it's DOMESTIC, and by GOD, if Smitten's heart craved it. He of course, never admits it out loud. To be loved by his Goddess is more than enough, why should he be greedy and think about another woman's man's man woman?! Meanwhile, Oppy picked up thst Smitten is faking his emotions (takes one to know one, and all) and since he still has to rebuild bridges, he and Thorn are on their own in deciphering what's wrong with their resident love bird.

And that's all for now!! I have more dynamics in between voices, but these are the ones I thought the most about. If you are OK with more dispersed thoughts on other ships, I am willing to put em here. ContraHero for one is smth I would want an excuse to think more about ;)

[latoyalestrange]

enough

s. sallow x f!reader

summary: sebastian had gone to far. you didn't have it in you to turn him in, but you also couldn't look him in the eye. the boy learns a lesson of action and consequence, but is it too late?

words: 900

warnings: angst. ya'll i'm so sorry. i literally sobbed during this scene and i wanted to show you guys what the inside of my brain looked like in that moment lol. minors dni pls. not edited!

"sebastian! wait!" your feet were moving as quickly as they could to catch up with him as he weaved through the catacombs, ignoring your calls.

you hadn't really processed what had happened just yet. you'd seen someone die before on your way to hogwarts, but that was different. oslic was ripped out of the carriage by a dragon, for merlin's sake. it happened so quickly and your eyes were shut for most of it. this time is wasn't like that. you watched the life leave solomon's eyes and it was at your best friend's hand. all you knew in that moment was you needed to get to him, to make sure he was okay. in your heart you also knew that there was no possible way he was okay right now. either way, you needed to be there. you couldn't leave him.

"would you stop for a moment? p-please!" you could feel yourself beginning to lose your composure, your voice breaking as you begged him. you could hardly keep up with your feet as you raced after him. you nearly ran into him before you realized he had stopped dead in his tracks, a few feet away from the exit. he was scanning your face, his own twisted with concern and guilt. he saw the tears starting to pool in your eyes and lifted his hand to comfort you. instead of giving you the contact you desired, though, he quickly withdrew it, almost as if it were a painful action.

"don't cry...please?" his head hung low with shame, unable to meet your gaze like a guilty puppy. even if you could try, the wetness persisted down your cheeks, now flushed with both exhaustion and grief.

"how can i not?" his head perked up at your words. the look on his face made you feel like a terrible person.

"i did what i had to do!" his demeanor flipped like a switch. he was suddenly irate and in defense mode. "he attacked us! i had to protect us! i had to protect you--"

okay. no.

after everything you had done for him-- after he pressured you to lie to the keepers, put your education in jeopardy, and treated you like shit the entire time? he would not pretend like this was for you. none of it was for you. most of it wasn't even for anne. it was for him.

"don't you dare try to pretend that any of that was for me." with tears still rolling down your face, you had turned into the physical manifestation of reactive. "i have done everything that you have ever asked of me, sebastian. i have risked my life, my education, and my connection with the keepers for you." he looked petrified as you bore into him, but you weren't done.

"you know, i came here with no one. i thought maybe if i helped you, you would want to be my friend--"

"i am your friend!" it wasn't until he sobbed out those words that you realized he was crying. he was close to incoherent at this point.

"you are the furthest thing from a friend, sebastian. i have endured the way you treat me because i really needed someone. i needed someone, and--" you choked on your words, the lump in your throat becoming too prominent to continue.

"i'm sorry, y/n..." he sounded meek, almost like a whimper. you wiped your face and took a deep breath.

"it's too late for that, seb." his eyes finally met yours as he heard his favorite pet name from you. it broke him just a little bit more knowing that was the last time he'd ever hear you say it. he mirrored you and took a deep breath of his own.

"i know. i know i've treated you terribly and i admit to being blinded by my own desires to not realize what i already have. i understand if you want to turn me in and never see me again." his apology honestly made it worse. him showing remorse for his actions at the last possible second, when you finally show him you're serious, is something that you predicted from miles away. but that didn't make it any easier.

"sebastian, i could never turn you in..." he looked hopeful for a moment, but it was short lived. "but i think it's best if we don't speak." he closed his eyes, looking wounded.

"please," you instinctively turned to walk around him, you couldn't bare to hear his begging. "please, no wait--don't do this!" you almost plugged your ears as you trudged forward, ignoring his pleas.

"i can't do this without you!" deep down, you felt the same. going on without sebastian seemed impossible but you knew it was a necessity. the wizarding world rested in your hands, and at such a young age. you went from being a regular teenager with no responsibilities other than homework to an ancient-magic-wielding sorcerer who was solely responsible for not just one, but multiple repositories full of the most powerful magic known to wizard-kind. not to mention, an entire rebellion regime was after you. they didn't just want you for information or money or some material object. they wanted you dead.

so, you couldn't risk it. you didn't go through everything just to doom an entire world of people. even if your happiness was the price.

[catchyhuh]

How do they celebrate each other's birthday?

you know lupin’s birthday is right around the corner from valentine’s day? of course he’s an aquarius. wait (this is where i googled aquarius stereotypes) of course he’s an aquarius. you know fujiko is a gemini. i don’t think i even need to make a joke there

also heads up this one kinda spun off the rails a bit so it's LONG, be aware

lupin’s birthday:

you know mr attention whore LOVES a good spotlight, and as such, he’s the one most hyped as his birthday draws nearer. a holiday just for HIM?! a medically provided reason to be the center of attention yet again? the exact minute it’s just the month of he’ll be like What did you get me. What are we Doing. Hey what did y

he’ll take almost anything activity-wise as long as it’s, you know, about him, and the others have learned how to meet his expectations while also not sacrificing their enjoyment lmao. sometimes they’ll do something like nice lil night in and just chill, other times he might just steal a whole cruise ship and celebrate that way. either way, it’s going to be an EVENT, just maybe not a huge huge one EVERY year. after all, he really only needs the company of three other people, maybe four, depending on how agreeable someone is to the “c’mooon it’s my BIRTHDAY” excuse

for somebody who can just steal whatever he wants, the presentation of a gift matters more than the gift itself. jigen just got him a box of cigarettes one year and lupin’s face lit up like he’s just uncovered a bar of solid gold. but,  of course, the fact that it came from his best friend ever probably sweetened the ordeal up a bit. if you’re a slightly more distant 3rd party that’s still somehow aware that it’s his birthday, he WILL be expecting something from you, and he WILL be ‘hmm’ing and ‘huh’ing as he appraises that thing

the worst thing you could give him is money, and again, the others know this. to the point that one year, he opened a box and found it full of cash. and he was like ??? because again, this is stuff he could just. get for himself. what’s special about this? but then fujiko was like “get to the bottom” and under like, all the bills, there was a sticky note that said “we took the fiat to the shop and they fixed that whole exploding engine damage it had” and he was like OHH YOU GUUYYYS!!

jigen’s birthday:

jigen isn’t huge on his birthday. he’s not huge on ANYONE’S, really, but he’ll get them some junk, y’know, show him he’s at least somewhat glad they’re in his life. but for his OWN birthday, eeeehhh. in fact, he’s SO lowkey about it lupin didn’t even realize he’d never celebrated with him until he’d known him for like three years. it’s not even that he has some sort of bad association with his birthday, he’s just very much comfortable on the sidelines, and having that much positive attention on him doesn’t feel… right. even if it’s just a surface level thing, he does not like it. his idea of hell is someone telling the waiter at olive garden that it’s his birthday.

as such, his birthday is 9 times out of 10 treated like any other day. they usually don’t do heists, but honestly they take more off days than most people would expect anyway, so it’s not strange or anything. it doesn’t FEEL like they’re making a big deal, purposefully avoiding scheduling heists and shit just cuz it’s his birthday. (in fact, don’t tell him, but the other three have figured out a pattern of alternating when they do and don’t set up heists on his birthday, just so he doesn’t get suspicious about their treatment of him. these are all very strange people) mostly, the gang does small things he pretends not to notice, like making his breakfast for him because “goemon’s cooks in bulk anyway, you know this” and letting him sleep in because “we just aren’t in a rush today!”

doesn’t even get his gifts in person. they usually just leave the box/bag somewhere they know he’ll run into it, and he opens it on his own time, smiles to himself, and sets the gift down somewhere he won’t forget it. except in fujiko’s case, of course, because she’s made a point to get him the ugliest ties every year just to annoy him. he does keep them though. the material is pretty good at wiping up messes in the kitchen

the only way you’re getting some actual “let’s celebrate” action out of him is if it’s a milestone. y’know, birthday’s ending in 5’s and 0’s. the more time he spends with these motherfuckers though, the more he’s incessant that they ONLY “do” shit on the 0’s but let’s be honest. nobody’s going to stop them from taking him all the way to new york city for just 3 hours just so he can get that one drink he really really likes from that one little hole in the wall bar.

fujiko’s birthday:

bizarrely the most normal about birthdays, her own and others. fujiko is incredibly good at reading people, just in general, so she has a knack for finding the gifts people actually want (above example naturally excluded) and really, she knows with the way she is, even a card is pretty damn sweet. of course, BEING fujiko, there’s no way she’s passing up the free attention and presents and everything else that comes with wearing the birthday crown for a day

fujiko doesn’t have birthday parties. again, none of them really do; they’d only invite like 8 people, max, anyway, and even then who’s to say those people standing on opposite sides of the globe could make it? no, fujiko does birthday trips. fujiko is going to greece for her birthday. fujiko is spending a whole week on some beach somewhere in the mediterranean, and she doesn’t care if you’re coming or not, because she’s doing it for HER!!

 but don’t you think you can skirt by without getting her a present. the same logic of “can’t a thief just steal what they want?” is kind of at play here, but it’s not about if SHE can get it. it’s about if someone got it FOR her. lupin pulls out all the stops for her on a random tuesday, so you can’t IMAGINE the level of luxury her BIRTHDAY treats come with. jigen, of course, deliberately gets her purses just as ugly as the ties she sends him, and goemon’s gifts (as they are with everyone) tend to be small, practical things, usually things he’s just outright heard her talk about. the gift he was most proud of was definitely the pocket knife shaped like a lipstick tube, oh he was SO proud of that. and zenigata… 

fujiko usually plans a little theft on her birthday. something she wanted but nobody got her, like a necklace or something. she purposefully does a sloppy job, takes twice as long to evade the scene, and damn, somehow always gets captured! and the SECOND she’s in cuffs, she turns to zenigata and goes “what did you get me :) something great i bet. something super nice. you wouldn’t have forgotten, right?” and. he forgets. every year. every single year. and for some strange reason he feels so guilty that he just. slowly hands her back what she stole. tells her not to tell anyone about this. and lets her go. the look on his face is almost a better present than the little trinket she nabbed anyway

goemon’s birthday:

birthdays are kind of just a fact to goemon. you were born. what do you want, a medal? but uh, he does like this person, and it’s an excuse to show them his appreciation for the fact they’re alive and all that, so he does have a bit of fun with others birthdays, if he’s close enough to them. but with his own, whereas jigen just doesn’t like celebrating his birthday, goemon just doesn’t think to do it. he doesn’t MIND it, exactly. of course, he doesn’t want strangers crowding around him and singing for some god forsaken reason either, but dare i say he would be a tiny bit secretly delighted by a tiny little surprise party. not a huge ordeal by any means, but pleasant. just like he likes it

the REAL way to do the goemon birthday circuit is to start the day normal, if a little spaced away from him. he says he’s going outside, and the others nod and keep their asses planted on the couch. he enjoys a little me time, but in the back of his mind, he’s a bit happier than usual, because he KNOWS there’s more coming, and yet he still gets time to relax and chill and do his usual shit. it’s thoughtful!! it’s nice! and most importantly it gives him a fucking break

goemon doesn’t usually get like, GIFT gifts from everyone each year. they usually just like, ask him if there’s anything he wants to do, or if he wants something special for lunch, stuff like that. he always gets at least ONE thing, because being as materialistic as these bitches are it feels… weird, to have him go to bed on his birthday emptyhanded, but its usually nothing largely extravagant. sometimes its just stuff he needed anyway, like a new comforter, more alcohol to clean his sword, things like that. it’s probably a subconscious thing, since he usually gets each of them practical stuff. they just turn it back around on him. also you gotta remember, uh, also a thief, also hard to shop for,

the main thing is that he just feels loved. not to be sappy and lame but that’s what he REALLY gets out of his birthday. it feels like every piece is deliberately chosen to make him comfy, to celebrate the exact way HE wants to. if he felt like just walking around by himself all day, they’d let him do it! of course, they’d feel… very strange going to bed without even saying happy birthday to him BUT HEY THEY CAN ALWAYS DO THAT TOMORROW. FIRST AND FOREMOST ITS ABOUT THE BIRTHDAY BOY

zenigata’s birthday:

no he doesn’t celebrate his birthday. he’s a very busy grown ass man with SO many things on his plate you wouldn’t believe-- omg is that one of those little cat statues that holds your ramen lid closed for you so none of the steam gets out and it cooks faster!! omg!! you shouldn’t have! that’s so thoughtful! y’know that’s a gift he’d actually get some use out of, most of the guys at interpol just give him like a scarf that doesn’t even fit him or some crap like-- I MEAN, NO, HE DOESN’T EVEN LIKE BIRTHDAYS!

it’s… messy. with the Situation. but both parties (haha get it) find a way to celebrate on the appropriate days, somehow. the gang almost ALWAYS pulls up with some shit around his birthday, but never the day of-- and not because of the whole “huh dec 25th is a busy day for some reason” thing but just because they like fucking with him. even when they’re being nice they have to toy with his emotions. if it’s before, they just sneak up on him like HAHA SURPRISE ATTACK!! and if it’s after they’ll wait EXACTLY until the point where he’s like “oh i guess they. forgot. not that that would bother me. why would it bother me?” yeah it bothers him immensely and THEN they SURPRISE ATTACK!! LET’S GET YOU SOME RED ROBIN ASSHOLE 

does not get them something every year. only if he happens to find something. but then he has this awkward but hilarious confrontation with them on the years where he finds something he thinks they’ll like. like he’ll do the arresty spiel, have them locked up for maybe 20 minutes before going “oh btw there was this, uh, package. for you. probably from one of your rotten criminal friends. and if it’s a bomb i’m kicking your ass. here.” and then he leaves the room all stiff with his hat hiding half his face and it’s like well. if the fact that he’s leaving them ALONE for a period of time while allegedly keeping them under custody wasn’t enough of a dead giveaway, the fact that he’s so embarrassed that he’s giving a birthday present to one of the people ACTIVELY RUINING HIS LIFE to the point that he’s tensing up and stepping away… yeah that kinda gives it away. a bit.

strangely only started looking forward to his birthday MORE as time passed because he knew there’d be something coming, but the point where it REALLY became a thing was the year 1 A.Y. (After Yata) because you KNOW that guy’s not missing his birthday!! zenigata doesn’t really want like, big stuff (it’s another reason the gang torments him with a big You Have No Say In The Matter deal each year) but yata always manages to get him something nice and thoughtful, and insists on doing more to help out. which… they’re. not making you work anyway yata it’s christmas. and you do a thousand things more than you have to every day anyway. but it’s appreciated

and since i mentioned him let’s do a bit for yata: 

admittedly the gang did not anticipate this motherfucker sticking around as long as he has, and none of them… actually know his birthday. nobody could put aside their pride to ask zenigata outright until jigen just got tired of hearing the others gossip and aimlessly speculate on whether they should do anything even IF they knew this guy’s birthday, and he just asked him point blank, in the back of the cop car, “when’s the weird little bastard’s birthday again?” and zenigata just went “oh its-- wait. why are you asking?” and the other’s just kind of. sit awkwardly. because now that they’ve asked, they HAVE to get something. but worst of all: zenigata won’t tell them.

he takes the opportunity to be a real ass about it too. “you know yata knows YOUR birthday, lupin” “WELL YEAH, IT’S PROBABLY IN THE SYSTEM” so lupin, goemon, and jigen (fujiko doesn’t care too much lol can’t manipulate the master manipulator) all just. find random birthday junk they think yata might like and hand it over to zeni. they don’t even know if yata’s getting the stuff. especially because zenigata brings this up year round. when even is the little fucker’s birthday?? how old even is he?

and the answer is, jokes aside, yes, zenigata saves all the cards and trinkets and everything else, stuffs it all into a basket or something, and leaves it on yata’s desk for him to find the morning of. and yata is so surprised! wow! they did all this for him? he didn’t even know they knew his birthday. uh, he hasn’t gotten anything for any of them. was he supposed to? and zenigata’s like oh well you know those fuckers. probably some sort of manipulation tactic to make you think you owe them. just don’t overthink it and enjoy your cupcake. and yata goes   .    “ok can’t argue with that, word up sir o7” and enjoys his cupcake as instructed

all that aside, yata is a pleasant birthday celebrator, as you’d expect from him. usually gives out birthday cards with gift cards and stuff, because he doesn’t want to get the wrong thing, but if he DOES find an item he’s fairly sure the recipient will like, he still tucks a gift receipt in the box, just in case. very thoughtful like that. very thoughtful, our yata.  it’s the anxiety

[redflagzsys]

LONG Rant of an Ex Friend who used us to fuel their own "diagnosis" (Spoiler alert, they were faking)

Okay, heads up, there's some triggering stuff here so I'll put that right here:

TW: Self Harm, Bodily Mutilation, Triggering Hallucinations, Influence to Self Harm.

Good? Good. Keep reading how if you're ready for this shit show.

(P.S: We'll be using plural and singular pronouns interchangeably) So, originally, this was about a year or so after discovering I was a system, and I only knew about so many of my alters. We were really into KNY/Demon slayer at the time, so we decided to join a RP server on Discord where we could RP with other people. Everyone there was super chill, and we actually met some really cool people here. Enter in Velvet. Now, Velvet played Kokushibo in this server, and we immediately bonded because we matched each others energy and also had similar RP styles, so it was easy to get a plot going.

Important note: At the time, Velvet told me they were 13, and we were 14, closer to going 15, so that wasn't an issue with us much as we had other friends who were also 13.

Eventually we made a private RP server so we didn't clog up at the channels, and here we got comfortable enough to share the fact that we were plural with Velvet. They were very understanding about it, which was a relief.

Over the course a few days, Velvet would ask things about being a system, how our alters spoke to us, how we felt when we switched, stuff like that. Never personal questions thank God.

It wasn't until Velvet started to say they experienced similar things that we did, hearing people speak to them in their head, loosing time, disassociating, and this was the first time we were hearing about any of this from them.

I'll admit, it's on us for proposing the idea that they may be a system, but at the same time, we told them that they shouldn't go around saying that they 100% have DID since they haven't done any proper research like we did, and are just going of our systems experiences alone.

Velvet agreed to this, but obviously didn't actually do it. They went around into Syscord servers we were in (That were now banned from for stupid ass reasons) saying that they 100% had DID and hung around these spaces a lot.

One night, our Obanai (Yes, from KNY...) was in front, and suddenly, Velvet splits a Mitsuri fictive!! Now this wasn't too much a big deal, they spoke normally from what I observed, but then it got weird once Mitsuri started openly flirting with Obanai, making him uncomfortable.

Velvet had an odd obsession with trying to ship their "alters" with people, and seemingly split new alters over night.

Now, around this time, someone else enters the picture who I will not name, and I am simple doing to call John Doe. John Doe entered and almost immediately, Velvet formed some weird ass attachment to him and one of his alters who Velvet treated like he was their dad. Velvet would basically trauma dump onto this guys alter, requesting that he front simply so they can complain about their day, stressing the alter out so much he eventually split.

Velvet saw no issue with this.

Velvet then pretending to have hallucinations, going on call with someone with diagnosed schizophrenia (and they knew this) and triggering their hallucinations for their own entertainment.

Also note, Velvet never claimed to have hallucinations EVER until John Doe shared that he did. All of a sudden Velvet does as well.

Velvet had also faked Self Harm on themselves, and it was painfully obvious. At the time, we didn't notice since it was so sudden and our brain was on panic mode, but now looking back at the images they sent (Yes, they sent images), it was obviously fake.

They had claimed to have slit their stomach open, and claimed to have managed to hold out for 10 hours without needing to go to the hospital. Though eventually they said they went to go get stitches. In the image they sent, it just looked like they opened a small pack of ketchup and slid it across their stomach.

They had also influenced someone to harm themselves while in a vulnerable mental state, with the promise that they were also doing it. (They weren't).

Whenever Velvet was confronted for their actions, they'd simply go, "Oh, but that was my alters, not me!!!" and not take responsibility.

John Doe tried to confront them multiple times, though was shut down frequently by Velvet mocking him.

Also not to mention that Velvet believed in the "All persecutors are evil" idea. Constantly villainizing their own "persecutors" and other system persecutors, objectively making them worse. Even after we explained to them that not all persecutors were bad and it was simple how they learned to keep the system safe, even if it damaged it in the process.

And the time they DMed us claiming their persecutor, "Raven", banged their head on the edge of their night stand and their head was now bleeding. We asked to see so we could see how bad it was and what actions needed to be taken, and they always went on a long "Are you sure? It's pretty bad..." rant before showing us, which I'm almost certain was them getting time to put ketchup on their face. I shit you not, the image they sent us looked like they just smeared ketchup all over their face. I could see the marks from their fingers. Of course, we didn't process this because our brain was in panic mode.

Another thing Velvet lied about, going to the mental hospital. John Doe said that they had experience in the mental hospital, and Velvet said they also went to one, and were also in one at the same time as John Doe. This however, is not true. On the day Velvet claimed to be in the mental hospital, they sent an image of them with makeup with a caption along the lines of "Makeup for when we saw the FNaF movie the other day." and in a vent channel, they claimed that same day that they were in the mental hospital, but were given their phone. This can't be true, I know some hospitals may give short access to phones, maybe, and play movies, but I don't think a mental hospital would play something like the FNaF movie, or let someone do their makeup for it.

Velvet is a pathological liar at this point, what else did they lie about? Being diagnosed with things such as Anxiety and ADHD. They have never been to a mental health professional when they claimed these things.

They also allowed their 15 year old "alter" to date a 12 year old. 3 years doesn't sound like a big age gap, but when it's 15 and 12, that's... wow...

Also, Velvets age? Yeah. They weren't 13, they were actually 12 years old when all of this happened. 12 years old, triggering peoples hallucinations on purpose, causing splits, faking disorders, the whole shabam.

They also admitted to lying about all their experiences in order for me to say they might have DID. Why did they lie about any of that? I don't know. I cut contact with them after we cussed them out.

Anyway, that was a hot mess. Sorry if the rant was disorganized as fuck, it all pilled up in my mind at once.

short list:

Lied about DID

Lied about being diagnosed with Anxiety and ADHD

Manipulated my friend to harm himself

Faked self harm for attention

Caused splits for me and my friend

Triggered several people on purpose

Lied about experiencing hallucinations

Made fun of someone for being poor

Went in peoples DMs to start trauma dumping

Used DID to excuse their shitty actions

Lied about being in a mental hospital

They claim they're currently in therapy, though I don't really believe them since the time frame they gave me of the stages they've entered are very slim and they'd have to progressed very smoothly and quickly in order to get to the stage they claimed to be in when I last spoke with them.

Anyway, that's all!!!

- Fax Machine🦊(He/It/Fox)

[slocumjoe]

hey uhhh i went thru ur oc post history and u said gus set himself on fire?? pls context

I love this character because whenever someone asks about him I always have to take a deep breath and get comfortable and suck a breath in through my teeth. I treat him so poorly

More Gus lore, because that specific event is actually tied to the very first event that would fuck him up forever, so I can't really talk about it without going in depth.

This is explaining the core tenent of Augustijn's story, which is guilt and its dangers. Basically, where that constant guilt came from, and how it...turned out for him...

It turns out okay. Just...takes 200+ years, an apocalypse, a divorce, and his son dying! 🥳Yay🥳

Tw; Religious trauma, child abuse, suicide, drug use, cannibalism, mental illnesses, and yet another suicide attempt.

So, some background, Gus's mom, Emma, was a fanatic catholic and generally Bat Shit about religion. As you might imagine, this is the Direct Source of both Gus' questionable worldviews, traumas, and his biological inclination to uuuhhh bad Head Times.

Emma was raised mildly religious, but she...took to it too hard? Her family was not the cause of her obsession, Gus's grandparents and uncles/aunts over there actually cut her off at one point, because she was starting to worry them but reaching out led to her lashing out. So, they just...backed off. Emma herself was a simple, homebody woman, who wanted to be at home raising her kids, and tending her garden. She would have been this way even without the religious thing.

But Emma and her side of the family were prone to addiction, see? And religion became her point of fixation and obsession. This could have still been okay, if not for the church she went into. A catholic church in the Hague that was known by all for being kind of fucking out there, even by other hardcore Catholics. This was one she went into, and even her grandchild 240+ years later would feel the ripple of this decision.

Emma goes into church and gets gnarly ideas about how life works. Its a woman's duty to have kids and raise them, to be good to her husband and her house, to listen and obey her men. Sin is inevitable and everyone does it, only those that admit and accept punishment can get another chance at Paradise. God knows every action you take and he does not care for the context, he only cares about the action. There is no "well, but" under the Lord.

Emma has mental illness, some kind of depression and anxiety, so this Big Brother Watching And Judging fucked her up. Especially since her church, in particular, was physically abusive if you did not confess to anything during confession. They thought if you had nothing to confess, you were lying.

At this point, she's met and engaged to Theodore Reinier, a rich heir to a European manufacturing company. He's pretty, a gentleman, and best of all, rich, so she can have as big and luxurious a garden as she wants. She likes him. She does not love him. She's in her twenties and unmarried with no kids, and her poor family needs to be taken care of. So she marries him. Theodore is smart enough to see this for what it is, and kind enough to allow it. He lets his wife do her own thing and treats her as a friend, rather than a lover. She hates this, she wants to be a wife (she doesnt). She wants kids, he gives her one. Augustijn. This birth goes rough, and she's told no more children.

Theodore makes one rule; August goes to a different church, or he does not go at all. Theo really didn't like Emma's church and he certainly wasn't exposing his kid to that shit.

Emma pretends to agree and takes Gus to That Church. Theo doesn't attend, so he doesn't know this is happening until much later. Gus gets all the same nasty shit Emma does. Theo learns of this when he sees Gus covered in bruises from confession beatings. This puts a huge rift between him and Emma, and he pulls all the strings he can to have her church shut down.

Emma grows to resent and hate Theo and Augustijn for not being the perfect husband and child she deserves as a good, God fearing house wife. Augustijn is left to his nannies, Emma hides away in her private garden, fuming. Theodore tries to bond with his son, but Emma's poisoned that well.

Emma tells Augustijn about demons, to fear them. She specifically tells him about church grims, demons that hunt around churches in the form of a dog to drag sinners to hell. She says this as she's admiring her new obsidian dog statues for her garden.

Eventually, Emma goes yellow wallpaper and loses her mind, and is sent to therapy and put on medications. Augustijn loathes his father for his mother's state. Theodore just wants his friend and son okay. But Emma, as she's out in town, coming back from therapy, she stops at a friend's house while the friend isn't there, and hooks up with the woman's husband. Friend's husband was stern, strict with his wife, God fearing, and generally an obnoxious 50s ideal shithead husband. Everything Emma wanted. This wasn't out of nowhere, it was brewing in the background. She knew both of them from her old church.

Emma goes home, and finally having a reason for the guilt that's always plagued her, elects to acknowledge her sin. She drowns herself in the pond of her garden, stared down by three dark, ruby-eyed dogs, overseeing her passage into the afterlife. Her young son comes into the garden to meet his mother, after she's been gone all day, only to find her in a red pool. He looks up into the eyes of the dogs. He remembers nothing of this incident, blocking it out and having been too young to understand.

Years pass, and Augustijn turns to drugs as well, though his come from the darkest parts of the Hague, rather than a doctor. He turns to sex, to crime, to anything he thinks will either corrupt him so much he doesn't care, or will finally make his guilt feel justified. He wears his mother's cross necklace through it all, and sees her beloved dog with every sin.

Augustijn goes to America for college, to Harvard, studying to become a pastor himself. (This is maybe the most terrifying part of him, the fact that he almost got it). But he doesn't feel satisfied with it, has a moment of clarity and realizes he isn't fit to preach anything. The grim certainly doesn't think so. He instead follows his only friend, Isadora, into the military. The US government allowing their soldiers to do chems means his failed drug tests don't matter.

Augustijn becomes a sniper. He has always hurt people, excelled in it, but taking life frightens him, because he knows he has no right to decide who lives or dies, not like this. But he's in China, and he's told to kill. He does, and he's very good at it. His teammates marvel at just how scrappy and determined he is, like a weed, a mold.

The Biandukou Pass Incident occurs. He eats his entire team, trapped in a Chinese mountain range during a blizzard.

Delirious from almost two months of surviving on nothing but psycho and human flesh, Augustijn is let loose back into Boston, honorably discharged. His lingering hallucinations from his Daytripper addiction, mixed with psycho withdrawal, trauma, guilt, shame, the fear of God—everything culminates. He looks up and sees the figure that has haunted him since that one, awful day; the church grim, staring expectantly.

His mother drowned herself, so he thought it fitting if he set himself ablaze.

[rjsals]

Mh, Seoho's a really cute guy. I like him a lot, love him even.🥺 What's new though...

Anyways, if you really wanna talk about him a lot then you can tell me again when and how he became your bias~ or you can just list all the things you love and appreciate about him🧡

HI. i just washed up and made myself comfortable so i could divert all my free time & attention to this post right here bc OH BOY do i have a lot to say

although i'm not particularly sure how he became my bias? i dont even think he was in the running until one day i was watching the second season of show me the mwm (the episode where they have to find their symbol in a morning mission) and seoho straight up ate xion's lollipop. i remember thinking oh. he's the one!!

i think the main thing i like about seoho is how effortlessly he makes me laugh?? we all know he's kind of shy but at the same time he's not afraid to make a fool out of himself and just does whatever feels right and somehow it works... i faintly remember him talking about wanting to be a comedian as a kid, because he loved making people laugh and everytime i have to catch my breath after another one of his silly antics, a part of me hopes that he knows that's exactly what he's doing right now.

and yeah he's incredibly funny but also really fucking smart and his out of the box thinking often blows my mind. his big brain is sexy as hell and i love how he just keeps me on my toes and surprises me with something new every single time!! and with every single new thing i learn about him my heart grows in size. there's galaxies in this man's mind that i can't WAIT to discover!!

i think.. when it comes to seoho it's very easy for people to lock him in the box of the "silly hyung who loves joking around and often acts like the maknae" and throw away the key.. stereotyping idols happens a lot, and when shit hit the fan, people said some things that i vehemently disagree with when it comes to his role as the oldest in oneus. first of all, i don't think that role means as much in their group as it does in others bc they treat each other as equals to begin with? but it's crazy to me how people look at seoho and don't see how much of a support/pillar he is to his members.

seoho, reliable 민이형 who makes sure dongju doesnt fall short of anything he needs (even if he doesnt know it himself) and gladly indulges the youngest in all his passions and interests even if he pretends to dislike it.

seoho, the one hwanwoong goes to late at night for comfort because he feels like he's the one who understands him best. the first two rbw boyz who share a deeper understanding.

seoho, keonhee's twin. i may be biased but these two have so much in common and constantly feed off each other in so many ways. they're often giggling by themselves, share the same deep passion for singing and music (exhibit A: every single one of their vlives), and hwanwoong mentioning how the roommates are getting more and more alike as time goes by in their recent vlive just tells me how close they are even if we don't see that much of it on camera. (this was supposed to be a paragraph about how seoho takes care of keonhee but of course my keonho biased ass ended up here). what i meant to say is i think seoho, as keonhee's roommate, provides both those "need a boys night in with some beers and a pinch of crazy karaoke" kinda vibes as well as the guidance and understanding keonhee might be in need of. i think they match each other's energy well.

seoho, geonhak's (i dare say) best friend. a day without seodo banter is like going a day without water. seoho has geonhak's back like no other. you mess with gh, you mess with seoho, and he's not afraid to let you know either. the "we stand shoulder to shoulder" line in the top gun medley is actually about them.

and to think people don't see seoho as someone who can adequately care for his members is both beyond ridiculous and sad to me. just bc you can't see his love language doesn't mean they can't.

AND THAT IS NOT TO MENTION THE SHEER TALENT this man posseses but i won't get into the way his voice gives me chills and he often leaves me shooting heart eyes at my screen after a performance. i also won't elaborate on how amazing a dancer he is and how he somehow also is great at sports and how his talking voice is so soothing and comforting i sometimes put on old vlives to ease my anxiety (i'm literally listening to his last bubble live as i'm typing this. it's my fav so far.)

i also won't mention his pretty smile and his beautiful eyes and his amazing hands and the little freckle on his cheek and the shape of his lips and when he goes :} and how much i love the sound of his laugh.

i'm probably missing sooooo much but i've been going at this for over an hour and it's been a long day so i just want to say i love him a lot and i would pull down the moon for him.

and ily for giving me an excuse to talk about him hehe 🧡

[piracytheorist]

Vulnerable (2/2)

Fandom: Spy x Family Word count: 2k for this chapter - 6.5k in total

Summary: Loid gets sick. Yor looks after him. A few feelings escape his control.

AO3 | Read from the beginning

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Twilight could feel his senses kick in one by one. He kept his vision for last in a vain attempt to convince himself it had all been a dream, and that he'd wake up in his bed healthy… and alone.

Anya came trotting back to the living room - quite a short study session, then - making his efforts to pretend he'd dreamt it all even more futile.

"Is Papa feeling better?" she said. He could hear the wide smile in her voice.

"His fever dropped a little more. He's not sweating as much now, see?"

"I think he'll wake up soon."

Good dreams were a severe rarity for him; the irony of wishing such a moment was just a dream did not evade him.

The last time someone had looked after him like that… was when he had someone to look after him in the first place.

The last person whose presence he'd felt so comfortable in, before all the distrust and stress and alertness had taken root in his mind.

The last person whose embrace he'd truly, fully leaned in.

The memories of getting sick and being treated by her were vague. She would take him to her bed and keep him close. He'd weakly snuggle on her lap as she patted a wet sponge on his forehead and sang to him until he fell back asleep.

Beneath their silver shine…

He finally forced his eyes open.

The first sight that caught his attention was Anya; she was sitting on her small pink chair, colouring pencil in hand, and she was staring at him with wide eyes and her jaw dropped. Spotting his gaze she twitched, then looked down and continued drawing.

Yor was sitting on the armchair next to him, her eyes on the TV. She moved, however, when she saw Anya twitch, and turned to look at him.

She smiled kindly at him, and he felt the tips of his own lips form a smile back.

There. All better now, see?

"Loid! Are you feeling any better?"

Finally conscious. How long was I out of it?

The clock on the wall read 13:42. Almost five hours of unconsciousness right in front of them.

Sloppy, sloppy! Get a grip!

"Yeah," he replied. Not a second had passed since she'd asked him. "I think I can sit up now."

"Careful," Yor said, offering her arms to help him, but he shook his head gently as he dragged himself into a sitting position.

Squinting, he focused on his breathing until the dizziness went away. He looked at Yor again. "Did you call Dr. Green again?"

"Oh! I completely forgot!"

Shit. She's gonna have my head.

"I'm so sorry!" Yor said, as if reading the worry on his face; she probably was.

He had just allowed himself five hours of unacceptable levels of vulnerability in front of her and Anya. Who knew what else was slipping through now?

"It's alright. No harm done. I'll just call her…" His voice drifted off as he threw his legs off the sofa, but then gravity itself seemed to pull him back towards the pillows.

Damn it, still worn out?

Yor picked up the thermometer, then gave him a good look. "Would you like to take your temperature on your own?"

He kept his eyes open and took the thermometer without a word.

She understands your need for control. You've given her too much berth.

"I'll call Dr. Green and update her when it's ready." At that, she stood up and walked to the kitchen. She picked up the box of crackers from this morning, came back to the living area and left them on the coffee table.

Right. He should get some sustenance. He still hadn't eaten anything.

"Will those be enough?" she asked. "I can order us some food."

He nodded and instantly regretted it, as even that small movement added to his headache. "That would be nice. Thank you."

Yor smiled again, and then blushed, turning her face away. Anya suddenly smiled widely.

He suppressed a sigh. He'd read children can have unpredictable reactions, but this one in particular never ceased with those.

He checked the thermometer. 37.8 degrees.

That's good. I'll be alright by tonight.

He told Yor, and once again she nodded with her gaze turned away.

Damn it. Of course she'd remember it.

She walked to the phone and dialed.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Green. It's Yor Forger again."

He'd made sure that the phone he got would have a correctly aligned speaker so the sounds coming from it wouldn't be heard in the surroundings. It was a necessary safety measure, but now he wished to at least hear the tone of the Handler's voice - if, at least, to prepare himself for her berating next time he'd have to meet with her.

"He's much better. It's just 37.8 degrees now, and he's awake. He slept through the whole morning!" she added with a smile.

Yor!

"He's… he still looks too tired to come to the phone." She gave him a quick glance, then turned back again. "Yes, it's just 37.8 now, he checked it himself."

Of course, he should normally be able to perform some basic activities even with such a temperature, especially someone as well-trained as him. But he was well aware that his pent-up exhaustion from all these months was having a field day hitting him all at once right now.

If he'd just had the strength to walk to the station, then go to his exam room in the hospital… He could have at least locked the door and assured the Handler that it was Nightfall keeping the situation under control, not a random civilian.

If he had just woken up earlier, before the fever hit him through.

Sloppy, Twilight. And now the Handler is getting anxious. Give her something before she sends Nightfall here.

"Can you please ask her to set my appointment with Mrs. Entz for Monday, same time?" he said.

"Oh, sure," Yor said and repeated the request.

There. At least he could pass on an apology for his weakness and a promise to make it up later. Not that Yor knew what the code she just transferred meant.

"Thank you very much, ma'am-- uh, Doctor. Have a good day too." With a small smile, Yor hung up, then turned towards them, though mostly facing Anya. "What would you like for lunch?" she asked.

Loid opted for plain rice with vegetables, and as he watched Yor and Anya hovering over the delivery leaflet, he couldn't stop his mind from wandering to what was most likely the reason for Yor's avoidance of him.

Had he really asked her to be Anya's forever mother?

He knew he'd been a little out of it because of the fever, but he couldn't believe he'd lost so much of his grip. Where had that audacity come from? Where had that worry come from?

As far as the mission was concerned, Yor was already outdoing herself as the wife and mother of the Forgers. He had absolutely no reason - or right - to ask anything more of her. He was already using her enough.

So how had Twilight, Twilight, resorted to asking her to take care of Anya when he inevitably left her behind? Even worse, it hadn't been a direct request - he'd manipulated that answer out of her, acting as if he was worried about Anya's future…

Of course, in a way, he was hoping the girl would have a steady, happy childhood later on. But who was he to thrust the responsibility for that on Yor? And in such an underhanded manner?

Yor's acceptance had sounded genuine. But did she have any idea how certain the future of him going away was? How much Anya would depend on her once the mission was over?

He looked at them, noticing how Anya was asking Yor of all people what she thought would be the tastiest dish, and his hand went to rub at his chest as he felt it constrict - lung infection? He hadn't had any trouble breathing until now. Immediately, they both looked at him, but Loid Forger just smiled at them, placating their worry.

Of course. They both had good, kind hearts. They'd spent their entire morning looking after Loid, because they cared for Loid.

And when the time would come, Twilight would get rid of Loid and rip him away from them.

As much of a good father Loid had to be, Twilight would have to be the exact opposite and leave Anya, just like the families before him had.

Was that what had pushed him to ask Yor to fill in his place? Had his own guilt driven his feverish consciousness?

He broke out of his thoughts by a sudden sniffling sound. He knew its source immediately, and turned his eyes towards her; tears were streaming down Anya's face.

"Anya?" Loid and Yor said at the same time.

Anya sniffled a few times, then looking down at the menu, she exclaimed, "There's nothing with peanuts!"

Three silent seconds passed. Then Yor breathed out a laugh and patted Anya's head, while Loid suppressed a sigh and a rolling of his eyes.

"It's alright, Anya. You can get anything you want and we can sprinkle some peanuts over it, okay?" Yor said.

Anya nodded and wiped at her eyes, still staring down. She didn't cry anymore but upset was still apparent on her face.

Loid rubbed at his chest again. A few months ago, Twilight would have simply told himself that there wouldn't be any worth in understanding that behaviour.

In that moment, that thought didn't even cross his mind. It was a completely different man, seeing Anya's distress and wishing to understand it.

~

He didn't allow himself any more sleep, though Yor suggested he lie back down to rest some more. He had already been too careless for one day. Couch-ridden as he was, he was collecting his energy to get up and his mental stamina to deal with the Handler's ire when he'd call her.

Anya was eating her serving of spaghetti with sauce, having completely forgotten about the peanuts she'd bawled over less than an hour ago. She and Yor had joined him around the coffee table for lunch, and were now chatting about school and the new toys Anya wanted to buy. To his gratitude, they let him eat in silence. Hopefully his illness would be enough of a cover for his lack of participation in family socialization that day.

Yet, he looked at them. Whenever Anya talked about them, Papa was always mentioned first, then her Mama. Since according to their cover story he was her biological father and the parent who had been with her her entire life, it made sense to mention him first.

But now… there was nothing in the way Anya and Yor acted around each other that could make someone think they weren't actual mother and daughter. Even someone like him would need further observation to realize she hadn't been in her life all along.

They might not have had a past together, but they were living their present the most together.

And as Anya leaned excitedly towards her plate and Yor threw her pink hair behind her shoulders so they wouldn't fall in the food, smiling at him meanwhile, he could see them having a future.

Yes. He was glad he'd asked Yor for that, despite the feeling of guilt that came hand-in-hand.

But then, guilt had been a frequent companion for half his life. It was nothing new.

He needed the guilt; he needed it to remind him of who he truly was and of the true gravity of his actions. But at the same time, he could live with a small bit of relief, knowing Loid Forger's eventual and inevitable disappearance wouldn't absolutely ruin the lives of those two.

After all, their good relationship post his disappearance could prove helpful. The closer they were, the less likely people would suspect that it was all an impromptu family, or that Loid Forger wasn't the dedicated family man he claimed to be.

Of course. His ways might have been less than delicate, but as for the mission, the result was more than acceptable.

He sighed wearily at the sight of Anya burying her face in her plate to lick it clean.

Still, the corners of his lips perked up.

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A/N: Twilight rationalizing his love for his family what else is new.

And no, he doesn't remember the kiss. In the timeline this takes place it's for the better, because it relieves the situation of the unavoidable manipulation he'd utilize in order to explain himself. I just wanted a truly, openly vulnerable moment for him, where he'd be so out of it he'd have lost all his "Twilight" control and just be the man he truly is; a SimpTM. And also avoid direct consequences because this is just a feelsy one-shot.

And yes, the Handler was more worried for him than she was about the mission :)

Again, anime only fan here. Don't spoil the manga for me pls <3

[silveremily]

Wally Headcanons!

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I’m just gonna say this 😭 I wanted to do this so bad lol

Don’t get angry cuz idc, maybe nsfw headcanons??

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Wally loves when you cuddle him, he will never admit it because he thinks you will judge him for it.

He bakes sweets, so much for you, I mean daily he will come over with cookies or pie just for you. Lucky bit-

He will never leave your side, he seems to be the possessive type when it comes to romance, or a platonic relationship, he’s the one that no matter what, even if you break his heart he will love you, but get ready because he will get revenge back.

Wally loves having play dates! One time you were in the kitchen in Julie’s house and peeked into Julie’s room and he was dressed up as a princess and Julie was laughing her head off, next thing you know he’s ignoring you for a week.

Just remembered, Wally is VERY insecure, if you make fun of the man in any way, even as a joke, he will start staring at you, like a glare in some sort of disappointment and make you leave his house, all of his windows close and if you put your ear to the window in his room you can hear him just crying his heart out, blaming himself for how he looks, and how he’s not as pretty as the other puppets.

Wally loves touching his partner when he’s in a relationship, and I mean any way of touching, if it comes to comfort, to love, to sexual, he has to be touching you or he will go crazy. One time Frank thought that he was too close to you and pulled you closer to himself. Wally just stared for a second before he started literally tearing Frank apart. You have to stay with Wally at all times now or else another person will have to get sewed back together.

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Saucy Parts rn

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Wally seems very big for his confidence but he’s not the biggest you’d see, he’s six inches and is very insecure about his size, he is thick though and it’s pretty hard to handle. Never and I mean never make fun of his size. He will come to your house and make you pay. Nobody likes to see our Elvis Presley wannabe emo.

Wally is into some kinky shit, if you stare at him long enough he will start begging. I feel as if Wally would definitely have to stare at someone during sex, he’d be the one to look as if he’s judging you but actually adoring your face while you fuck.

Is it just me or does he seem as he would secretly want to be dominated? If you ask to do it he will pretend to be like “fine fine” but on the inside he’s squealing his ass off.

Wally is the one to be very sensitive, I mean very sensitive, if you even just rub his sides he starts whining as loud as hell until you give in and have sex.

I feel Wally would be a slow and calm pace if he’s in a good mood, occasionally teasing you but mostly giving you the pleasure. He just whispers you praises, smiles at you, and stares at you the whole time. He says, “Oh honey your so pretty!” or maybe “Your doing so well baby!”

Whenever he’s in a bad mood and you two get freaky, man will make you have the most toe curling, back arching, spine tingling orgasm you’ve ever experienced, whenever he’s angry he just treats you as if your a sex doll, going rough and fast, almost animalistic like. He will absolutely make sure to leave visible marks on you for everyone to see and stare at, marking you as his. He would say, “Your such a cry baby. You can barely handle this pace? I’ll give you a reason to cry.” or sometimes he just stares and groans if he’s tired.

Wally’s favorite position is secretly the 69 position. I swear he wants to suck you off or eat you out.

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Boundaries!!

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Wally has multiple boundaries and if you can’t respect them get out of here.

He loves getting praised but if you go too far he will need alone time for a while, he’s the one that is absolutely obsessed with attention but if he gets too much he will hide from everyone and try to calm down, he doesn’t get horny but he gets in a thunderstruck mood where he’s all sad that he has never felt love before.

Wally had a hard life as a kid, always getting bullied for how he looked, that’s why as he got older he got more, how do I put this in a good way, fashionable. He had a massive glow up and tries to stay that neat person that has the best confidence for as long as possible. If you start treating him bad he will tell Barnaby and vent to him and Julie about what you say. Let’s just put this where it doesn’t turn out well for you if you hurt him.

Wally never understood anything, he didn’t know what love was until he saw you. You’d always teach him new words but sometimes he feels dumb if you keep teaching him all of these new things.

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