#mobile won't let me answer things

[mbruben-stein]

MHA boys reaction to finding out after the final war that their s/o became wheelchair bound and became a teacher after the war ended.

~Izuku Midoriya~

When Izuku first learns that his s/o was badly injured in the war and can no longer walk, he would be absolutely devastated. Seeing the person he loves in so much pain, and knowing they sacrificed their mobility fighting alongside him, would tear him apart with grief and guilt. He'd likely break down crying and apologizing profusely for not protecting them.

But once the initial shock passes, Izuku's compassionate and supportive nature would quickly take over. He would do everything in his power to be there for his s/o during their recovery and adaptation to life in a wheelchair. Izuku would constantly encourage them, telling them how incredible and heroic they are for all they've done. He'd be endlessly patient, helping them with daily tasks and pushing their wheelchair without complaint.

At the same time, Izuku would make sure not to coddle or pity his s/o. He knows how strong and capable they are. So while he offers help, he'd also give them space to figure things out and maintain their independence as much as possible. Izuku would cheer on every milestone as they learn to navigate the world in new ways.

I imagine Izuku being so proud when his s/o takes a job teaching at UA. Using their skills and experience to help train the next generation of heroes is an amazing way for them to continue making a difference, wheelchair or no wheelchair. Izuku would brag about them to everyone. On tough days, he'd remind them what an inspiration they are to their students.

Overall, this tragedy would only make Izuku love and admire his s/o more. He'd stand by their side unconditionally, being the steadfast pillar of support they can always count on. They would grow even closer through this challenge. To Izuku, his s/o will always be his hero, no matter what.

~Katsuki Bakugo~

Initially, Bakugo is filled with rage and guilt. He's furious at the villains who hurt his s/o so badly, and furious at himself for not being able to protect them. He may lash out or seem angry at first, but it's masking his devastation and self-blame.

Once the initial shock and anger fades, Bakugo becomes fiercely protective and supportive of his s/o. He's determined to be there for them no matter what as they adjust to their new circumstances. He helps them with physical therapy, getting their home accessibility upgraded, and anything else they need without complaint.

Bakugo is secretly very proud that his s/o has taken on a teaching role at UA to help train the next generation of heroes. He knows they have a wealth of experience and wisdom to share. But he grumbles that the "damn kids better not give you any trouble or they'll have to answer to me."

When his s/o has hard days and gets frustrated with their physical limitations, Bakugo is quick to remind them that they're still every bit the incredible hero and person they've always been. "You think a little thing like a wheelchair makes you any less amazing? Don't be a damn idiot."

Bakugo makes it clear to everyone that NOTHING about his love and respect for his partner has changed. He shuts down any pitying looks or comments immediately. His s/o is still the badass he fell in love with and he won't let anyone imply otherwise.

On the anniversary of the day his s/o was injured, Bakugo is always extra attentive, planning special things to show how glad he is to still have them by his side. He knows things could have turned out much worse and he'll never take their presence for granted.

Overall, in the end, he loves them for who they are no matter what.

~Shoto Todoroki~

When Shoto first learns what happened to his partner, he feels a mix of deep concern, sadness, and anger that they were so badly injured. Even years later, remembering the moment he found out still brings back those painful emotions. He wishes more than anything he could have protected them.

At the same time, Shoto is incredibly proud of his S/O's bravery, sacrifice and strength. They put their life on the line as a hero, just like he did. And now they are channeling that same heroic spirit into inspiring and guiding the next generation at UA. Shoto has endless respect and admiration for them.

Shoto makes sure to be there to physically and emotionally support his partner as much as possible, especially early on as they adjust to using a wheelchair. He helps make their home fully accessible. If his S/O is self-conscious about the wheelchair, Shoto reassures them that it doesn't change how he feels at all - he loves them unconditionally and their chair is a symbol of their courage.

When he visits them at work, Shoto loves seeing his S/O in their element - skillfully navigating the school grounds and classrooms, captivating the students with their hard-earned wisdom and experience. The students look up to them immensely. Shoto teases that they're everyone's favorite teacher.

In private moments, Shoto makes sure his partner knows how much he cherishes them. The war took a heavy toll on them both physically and mentally. But supporting each other and building a life together has brought hope and light back after so much darkness.

Overall, his S/O inspires Shoto to be a better hero and person every day.

[reticent-writer]

Hear me out. Hear me tf out. A reader who is Tomioka’s fraternal twin and got separated from him when he ran into the mountains, with the relatives failing to find him but catching her. Anyway, she suddenly jumps out of the infinity castle during that one moment in the first episode of the Hashira training arc. Like, just as the door is about to close, this lady just appears and uses the demon as a stepping stone to jump out, and once it closes the momentum has her slamming onto the ground and rolling a couple of feet. And she just kind of lies there before rolling over and staring at the sky, before starting to laugh and cry at the same time, babbling about how she made it, she’s alive, she’s out of that place. Now, Sanemi and Obanai have no idea who this lady is, but they want answers as to why the hell she just jumped out of that place. She’s covered in scratches and had torn her kimono to knee-length for more mobility in there. Anyway, the Kakushi bringing her to headquarters to get her treated and during the Hashira meeting Sanemi or Obanai just mention this girl who was there in their mission and who is getting checked over by the butterfly girls, but she might have important information. Pls make a fic of this.

I liked writing this it was fun. Thank you for requesting ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

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It felt like an eternity since you were kidnapped by Douma but you remember your life before. You remember running with your sister and brother, only stopping when reaching a clearing in the forest. Your sister urged you and your twin to keep moving but when you tried to stand you found yourself in an unfamiliar place.

The Infinity Castle.

It's been years before since you've seen the sun but you didn't lose hope. Your sister and brother were out there, hopefully. They become your reason for living.

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"Awww look at you. A rare beauty but so playful... please come out, I'm not gonna hurt you." Douma laughed.

You held your breath as you hid from the demon. Quietly maneuvering through the infinite rooms in vain. You've been playing hide n seek for hours, without food or water your body is sure to give out any minute now.

"I think I really lost you. Come out please, you'll be dead if Master finds you. Besides all that I know you're hungry, you haven't eaten in a few days. You won't last long if you keep with up." He pleaded, his voice becoming quieter the more you moved but you couldn't tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

As you walked through one of the rooms you saw a demon falling from what seemed to be different from the rest of the castle's terrain. It was an opening. Something that you had been tortured with, he would make an opening far enough way so that you would have to run to get to it. Of course, he was always faster and he wouldn't even let you get close.

But this time he didn't know where you were plus he didn't open it.

This was your chance to escape and you didn't waste it.

luckily for you the room you were in was close enough to make it even with your limited stamina.

You ran as fast as you could, taking the demon by surprise and using your momentum, propelled yourself through the opening right as the demon slayer stabbed the ground.

You made it.

You got as far away from the opening as you could. you laid on your back looking up at the moon. It finally hit you, You really got out. After years of being in that horrible place, you finally escaped.

You start to smile as tears welled up in your eyes. You gasped for air but a strained laugh left your lips when you exhaled. It quickly developed into deranged and uncontrollable laughter as the crocodile tears wouldn't stop.

The two demon slayers stared at you not knowing what to do.

"Hey, what were you doing in there?" Sanemi questioned as he pointed his sword at you.

It took you a moment to calm youut as you were about to speak you passed out.

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*two weeks later*

"Her injuries are minor but she has so many of them that she lost a lot of blood. Judging by her physical condition she's malnourished and has been sleep-deprived for a while. It's better to let her rest for now." Ubuyashiki's son read out Shinobu's note at a hashira meeting.

"Sanemi, you and Obanai found her while in pursuit of a demon correct? Was there anything unusual about her?"

"Yes sir, she jumped out of the infinity castle as a demon went in. She was hysterical before she passed out." Sanemi explained as everyone listened intensely.

"When she wakes up I would like to talk to her with all of you present."

The rest of the meeting was uneventful.

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Shinobu personally looked after you while you were recovering. You didn't wake up for another week and when you did, Shinobu ensured you were healthy enough before bringing you to a meeting.

She gave you new clothes and a nice meal before leading you to the demon slayers' headquarters.

You were met with a kind smile from the master which you returned. You sat on the gravel in front of the master.

None of the hashira had arrived yet.

"How are you feeling?" Ubuyashiki asked.

"I'm feeling much better. Thank you."

"That's good to hear. Do you have any plans after this is over?

"Hmm... I haven't thought about it. I have no home to go back to and my fam- I don't know what happened to my family." You muttered the last part.

"That's ok, we can talk about that later."

One by one the hashira arrived and sat in their usual positions.

"Hello, my children it's nice to see all of you in good condition. Now to the matter a hand, Ma'am can you tell us how you got into the demons domain." Ubuyashiki opened the floor for you to talk.

"I honestly don't know, one minute I was running with my brother and sister then the next I was in a room."

This caught Giyuu's attention.

"What was it like in there."

"Torture. I could barely eat, sleep, or even breathe without being watched. And the place was never-ending and constantly changing."

"DID YOU SEE KIBUTSUJI?" The wind hashira barked.

"Kibutsuji?"

"Muzan Kibutsuji. The demon king." Ubuyashiki explained.

"Oh, Douma kept me away from him. He said if the master saw me he'd kill me. Douma is a demon with long blonde hair, a golden fan and colorful eyes."

"Did he have a number engraved in his eye? If so what was it?"

"Number 2."

"Forgive me for being so rude but I forgot to ask for your name."

"It's Tomioka Y/n."

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i hope you like it

[portalhan]

*ೃ 13:56

↳ after you mindlessly hold his hand, a flustered hyunjin asks you a few questions.

GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers

WARNINGS: written on mobile & tumblr has a personal vendetta against me so this post may look cooked

WORD COUNT: 700+

FAE'S NOTES: apologiez for my inactivity recently... life got insane. but i'm back babey!

"can i ask you something?"

hyunjin slowly, cautiously asks that dangerous question in a tone that scares you a little bit. have you done something wrong? you look up from your laptop, meeting his wide eyes with a quizzical look plastered on your face.

"what happened earlier... what was that?" hyunjin asks, voice hushed. but the faint dusting of red that colours the apples of his cheeks is undeniable.

you watch as the blush spreads to the tip of his ears when you ask, "what do you mean?" hyunjin's eyes rapidly darts elsewhere.

your friend begins to stutter, tongue tripping over the words. he turns his head towards the window, watching as the trees outside sway in the wind. "uh, when..." he mumbles shyly, awkwardly. your heart begins to race – you're so deathly afraid of the possibility of having done something that has upset hyunjin. you gently shut your laptop and lean forward, eyes glued on his nervous figure.

"hm?" you hum reassuringly, patiently waiting for him to continue. he bites his bottom lip slightly and takes a deep breath.

"when we were on the way here," he says, gesturing towards your surroundings. the two of you are currently sat on the couch in your living room, sprawled on both ends as you work on your assignment and hyunjin buries his nose deep in the latest book he's reading. "you..." hyunjin trails off.

"did i do something wrong?"

hyunjin is quick to cut you off there. "n-no!" he exclaims. "not at all."

you quietly sigh in relief, and lean back against the sofa. "you held my hand," he blurts out quietly, face and ears are bright red hue at this point as he does everything in his power to avert your piercing gaze. "you've never done that before."

you blink as you process his words. was that why he's been so reserved today...? "oh. did i make you feel uncomfortable? i'm really sor–"

"it didn't, not even in the slightest," hyunjin cuts you off again, visibly flustered. you mouth a silent "oh", and let the tension hang in the air for a brief moment as you try your best to formulate a response. hyunjin says something else before you do.

"why did you do it?" his eyes meet yours again.

you gulp. it's best to just answer honestly, you think. "the sidewalk was really narrow, i just didn't want you to accidentally walk into oncoming traffic. i wasn't thinking too much into it," you tell him, tone even, despite the fact that you were just waiting for the opportunity to hold it for a while now. your outward coolness is in incredibly stark contrast to the way your heart is pounding so rapidly against your ribs you're convinced it might explode any second now. you pause to gauge his reaction, but you quickly double back when you watch him as he's caught off guard by your response. "i won't do it again. it was silly of me." hyunjin just stares back at you, brows furrowed. his expression is now completely unreadable, sans the persistent blush.

"what if i wanted you to do it again? and again?"

you feel a small smile tug at the corner of your lips. "that would be nice," you respond, as if it was the easiest thing in the world to say. hyunjin smiles so wide it reaches his eyes – the sight always melts your heart.

"can i–?" hyunjin stretches his palm out towards you, silently beckoning with a pouty look in his doe eyes for you to slip your fingers between his. you oblige. his hands are soft – but you know this already. now you're given the chance to really relish it in amid this quiet albeit intimate moment.

in spite of the silence that falls over you, your hands stay intertwined, as if afraid to let each other go. hyunjin's thumb shyly – maybe with the slightest hint of hesitation – rubs against the back of your palm from time to time, as if testing the waters. the both of you can feel the weight of your unsaid confessions hanging heavy in the air around you, but perhaps that is a conversation for later. for now, you opt to fully indulge yourself in every single second of this moment. so does hyunjin.

[drea-ms]

CITY OF STARS. GOJO SATORU.

synopsis. in which, nearing the end of the day, Gojo Satoru finds you in a room with a piano in the middle and falls in love deeper with you. (my birthday post :D)

warnings. fluff. angst. mentions of the haibara n riko. death. gojo does die, so canon compliant. la la land inspired but with jjk coded. he falls first and deeper. hurt no comfort kinda. major character death. best viewed in mobile tumblr.... before the shibuya incident and during it.

It's closer to the night when a white haired man walks in the room, a piano in the middle of the room and a girl sitting there playing random notes, eye bags in her [e/c] eyes. The colors of the sunset begin to fade away and turn into a hue of dark blues, purples and blacks, the moon, shining bright and illuminating the young girl. Gojo Satoru thought he never seen something a beautiful as you. A painting that can never be recreated.

He stands there for a while, surprised that the [h/c] haired girl doesn't notice him, maybe she does and won't say anything until he does, so did. "You know how to play piano?" he asked, making her look at him, a look in her face that shows sadness and happiness, "It helped make me feel better. So I played 'till I felt better, It—" she stops herself with a sniffle before continuing once again, "It helped, Riko and Yu. They always loved me playing." she mumbled this time, the moon, now as high as it can, shining down at her.

"Oh." he says, pity in his face, though you don't seem to mind it, instead you smile at him.

"Do you want to hear me play?" you asked, a small glimpse of hope in your eyes

"I would love to." he says, a small shine of blush on his face and you think he never looked more beautiful than now. Gojo thought the same.

The music you played fit you, it was softer, nicer and sweet. When Satoru thought of a song he would ask you, like in this moment.

"Do you know the movie La La Land?" he asked, playing with the piano keys while you wrote down in your small notebook, "I know of it, Utahime asks me about it and to watch it with her, Why?" you question him, a smile shows up to his face, "Let's play City of Stars, I really like that song." he says, looking for answer in your face, "Alright" you nod and smile at him and Satoru thinks that the sun could lose a battle between you and it. "Can you sing?" you asked him, "Not good, but for you? I'll make sure I sound great." he grins at you, and you blush and think that the moonlight does him wonders. You begin to play the notes of the song, and Satoru begins to sing.

City of stars Are you shining just for me? City of stars There's so much that I can't see Who knows? I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you

though he told you he couldn't sing well, he does. by the time he's nearing the end of his lines, you're next, and although you're sure you can't sing well, you try.

That now, our dreams They've finally come true

It's your turn again, and this time you stare at the window, where you can see the view of the night sky, and with a giddy feeling in your stomach you start once again.

City of stars Just one thing everybody wants There in the bars And through the smokescreen of the crowded restaurants It's love Yes, all we're looking for is love from someone else

Without you looking at him, he thanks whoever in his mind, that you're here with him. Just two twenty-eight year olds with enough trauma to scare people, just two jujutsu sorcerers with too many problems to count, and Gojo Satoru is so lucky that he was put on this earth with you. A man who changed the jujutsu world, being seen as a god, now sits there looking and hear you as if— as if you're his god and he's just a lowlife mortal, and Satoru never felt happier in this moment.

A rush, a glance A touch, a dance

This time the both of you look at each other, Gojo Satoru looks happier than ever, a goofy smile in his stupidly handsome face, and you, with a somber look in your face with a sad smile, you know that this is the last night the two of you will ever meet in one piece, and you curse your technique in your head for letting you look into the future, for letting you find out what happens and not being able to stop it, that your own heavenly restriction is seeing into the future and not being able to change it. The next part comes along and you hold in your tears. You both laugh. Two idiots in love in their own world.

A look in somebody's eyes To light up the skies To open the world and send it reeling A voice that says, "I'll be here" And "you'll be alright" I don't care if I know Just where I will go 'Cause all that I need is this crazy feeling A rat-tat-tat on my heart Think I want it to stay

Satoru always liked this part of the song, the chemistry that both Mia and Sebastian had throughout the movie was amazing, and he hoped that one day, the two of you will end up like them both, without the sad ending that Mia and Sebastian had in the movie.

The ending of the song is nearing and the night is perfect. If your students were to see this, they were to see a real like painting in the room, with meaning of love and loss. Love for both people, and loss for one.

and for the last time, Satoru starts again and you end it.

City of stars Are you shining just for me? City of stars You never shined so brightly

This time, the memories finish there and now you're back to reality, with the king of curses killing in the body of Megumi, right infront of A few people, in front of Gojo. People are right when they say 'enjoy your life! you never know when it's going to end!' because now you regret not kissing Satoru and becoming his lover, because you won't see your family anymore, because you won't see your students grow, because now,

You're dead.

VAL SPEAKS ; though i'm not back from hiatus just yet....it's my birthday in 2 days as i'm writing this! (4/3) and i'm posting this on the 5th on my birthday!!! so why not put my favorite things together!!!! la la land and jjk angst!!!! anyways i am now one year older than i was last year!

[muzzlemouths]

I'm very sorry to tell you that I spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to figure out the lovely puzzle you put together for us BUT I WAS ON MOBILE!!! the second I got on the 'puter I could see the highlighted letters on the playlists

I don't wanna spoil what the words are, but for the answers: the two that stood out to me were Moon and Oscar. They don't fit the same kind of pattern I was seeing with the others. Any hints on that front?

OH NOOOOO does it not bold the letters on mobile? 😭

Oscars' is different in that Oscar's situation itself is different from that of the other counselors, but I can't say more than that just yet!

I had a lot of fun with Moon's playlist (and by that I mean I made myself emotionally nauseous putting his together). I don't expect too many people to actually go through or even just skim each song, but the symbolism there is laid on THICK, especially with the lead up to that very last song. There are a couple hints spread throughout the fic already in terms of what his word + "songs" are referring to, but things that have yet to be revealed will finally come to light in this next chapter, so you won't have to wait long for an answer.

Anyway, I care too much about the set up of this specific playlist to let it be slept on, so I'm using this as an opportunity to drop a very vague screenshot about it from the other day. Obviously, cw for spoilers ahead (and I still highly encourage anyone to go through his playlist yourself before hitting that read more 👇)

[total-drama-brainrot]

Island Assistant Noah AU, where Noah got himself eliminated on purpose, but Chris + Chef somehow figure it out... The day after Noah's elimination, everyone is surprised to see that Noah's back... Chris reveals that inside the contestants' contracts: "Anyone who gets eliminated on purpose, will become Chris Mcclean's Assistant."... And Noah has to be decent at his job, or he won't get paid... Noah stays Chris' Assistant all throughout Island, Action and World Tour! 🌎 (I'm sorry if I'm asking this twice; I don't remember asking this!)

OKAY!! SO!!

You did already ask me this and I did have an answer in the works to the original ask, but because Tumblr's mobile app is my number one enemy, I accidentally posted it. So, really, it's super fortunate that you asked this twice!

But! Because I'm a smart cookie, I took some screenshots of what I had typed out in the original post, so I can just re-type it out here and carry on! (I'd post just the screenshots, but they're full of typos because I'm just awful at typing on a phone.)

So, here's my answer:

Yes!! Give me a Noah who thought he was being so sneaky and cunning by intentionally getting himself eliminated, only for it to backfire horrendously!

The producers would've known that the contestants were being sent to Camp Wawanakwa instead of the resort their contract heavily implied they'd be going to, so they would absolutely anticipate at least one of them trying to pull a stunt like Getting Themselves Eliminated Intentionally- either as an act of defiance against the trickery (of Camp Wawanakwa not being what was advertised) or just to be spiteful.

Noah being the one to do so is just happenstance.

(It was more so expected from the likes of Duncan or Izzy, who are outwardly anti-authoritarian and not afraid to confront perceived injustices.)

If I may, I'd suggest having the contract outline that whoever intentionally gets themself eliminated has to work as a base-level intern, and that their "pay" is them working off whatever expenses the show invested into them as a competitor (travel costs, lodging, food, ect.). So Noah ends up stuck in the role of an unpaid intern for however long it takes him to "earn his keep" so to speak. But it's a Sisyphean task, since his debt is ever growing- he's forced to stay at Playa des Losers as an intern, and his daily cost of living is just added to the expenses he needs to work off.

At first, he'd be outright resistant to doing any of his tasks as an intern, because why should he? He didn't ask for the job, he didn't (knowingly) sign up for it either, and it's not like he's gonna be paid for his work. That is, until the producers threaten to pass his debt off to the rest of his family to "pick up his slack"; Noah's not heartless, and he cares a lot about his family, so he concedes to actually doing the work expected of him to save the rest of his brood from having to compensate for his short-sightedness.

(Let's say this turn of event takes about a week, meaning that from the time of his own elimination to the threat to his family's financial wellbeing, only Justin and Katie have been eliminated. Since, at least during Island, it's established that a challenge and subsequent elimination ceremony happens every three days.)

Now, the thing about lazy people- of which Noah undoubtedly is- is that they're downright innovative when it comes to figuring out shortcuts for any type of labour. Now that he's invested in doing his job, Noah uses that big brain of his to quickly figure out how to get all of his allotted tasks for the day completed to near-perfection, in a manner that's both efficient and easy. It gets to the point where he's completing a full day's work in an hour, spending the rest of the day doing what he loves; nothing. The other interns are just as annoyed as they are impressed.

Word quickly gets back to Chris about his miracle intern. But he's either too preoccupied to actually listen to who it is, or no one thinks to explain that his most productive labourer is the ex-competitor he'd contractually conned into the position.

Needless to say, Chris' interest is piqued.

The host issues a request to have the mystery intern shipped out to the island so they can work on the "important stuff" instead of doing menial tasks on the Playa, and is met with staunch refusal on their part. Which is odd, at least to Chris, since the interns send to be far too scared shitless of him (or, more notably, Chef) to ever outright deny a request like that.

It makes more sense when Noah's literally dragged kicking and screaming back to the island. Of course the only person ballsy enough to defy Chris' whims is the same contestant who got himself intentionally eliminated via deliberately pissing off his teammates. But he's back, now, so he might as well be put straight to work! No use in wasting labour, after all.

(Again, this probably happens over the course of a few days at most, since showbusiness is such a hectic and fast-paced line of work, so let's say that Tyler's the only new elimination in this timeframe.)

Again, Noah utilizes his higher-than-average smarts to figure out how to streamline his expected tasks because he's lazy, inadvertently proving himself as a Valuable Asset to both Chris and Chef since he's surprisingly good at what he does (even if what he does is very little by design). Chris is quick to offer Noah an ultimatum; he can either be promoted to being Chris' Personal Assistant, thus meeting the demands of his previous contract (and, of course, entering a new one under different pretences) and finally being paid for his work, or remain as an unpaid intern indefinitely and receive penalisation for his slacking off- since, despite the fact that he's gotten all of his work finished, he's still technically on the clock for the allotted work hours and should be acting as such instead of lazing about.

It's not really much of a choice. Noah reluctantly takes the promotion.

That's how he finds himself in the position we all know and love; Chris' Personal Assistant.

Because of his new promotion, he's expected to be at least within the vicinity of Chris at all (reasonable) times. The problem with that? Chris is hosting the show he got himself eliminated from in the most socially destructive way possible. Noah's now contractually forced to, at the very least, tiptoe around the prior teammates he knowingly and intentionally made hate him and dearly hope they don't notice him.

...Thus begins an AU's worth of shenanigans wherein Noah is desperately trying to fly under everyone's radar as an intern.

(I'd carry on into what he does during Action and World Tour, but this post is already fairly long, so maybe another time?)

[deblklesb]

hi i was thinking about something, is there any chance you could write something with the reader saying the safeword?

sure, anon!!

cw: use of safeword, reader is neurodivergent and is going through a verbal shutdown, oral (r!receiving), aftercare, MDNI

Usually whenever you and Abby start to enter in a more intimate situation, you're both on the same page. It's not hard to engage, fall into the deep desire and accept the sensations that mix to the endless pleasure. You're always so overwhelmed, so full of her, and it's enough to send your mind into a place so far away from the reality that coming back it's almost a pity.

But today isn't the same.

You were so tired. At work, you've spent most of the day in silence because even talking was too much - to rationalize your feelings and thoughts in words and then pronunciating them out loud; even this was too much untill the last hours of your shift. Lucky for you a library isn't a very busy place, and you gathered all the strength you could find to talk to your boss and ask to just be organizing books on the shelves.

Breathing was already too much. So imagine the fatigue you had when coming home.

Now, you wanted to be this intimate with Abby. You wanted sex with her, you wanted to be wrapped by her warmth and just let go of everything else for some time before going to sleep. You wanted her touches, because she always touches you with so much care and love.

But you just realized now that when you both talked about limits, kinks, desires, safewords, still in the beginning of your relationship, you completely forgotten about your verbal shutdowns. That's because you were slowly discovering things about yourself due to a late diagnosis, and now you learned to identify some things better - including a verbal shutdown -, which you didn't know how to explain before - even to yourself. Now you could honor your needs better and go through it when necessary.

Abby witnessed a verbal shutdown just once since you both started dating, but it didn't involve a sexual moment and so now you were in a very uncomfortable and new situation. She was asking you to respond to her questions, as usual, but each time you couldn't bring yourself to do it tears started to gather on your closed eyes. Her touches were so nice while her lips traveled south of your body, but the demands to talk were just too much today.

"Oingo Boingo", you could bring yourself to say, heavy breaths as you finally could let it out. You felt Abby stop on her tracks and opened your eyes, tears rolling down your face.

In a matter of seconds you could see on her face that she was trying to process the situation, and as soon as the blue eyes got to your face, her expression metamorphosed into a absolutely worried one.

"Babe", she gently pulled you by the hand untill you were sitting on the mattress, getting next to you in a blink of an eye and holding you close. "What happened, did I hurt you?" You shook your head, holding her hand back intensely.

"Give me a moment, please", you could say, gulping.

"Okay. Do you want me to hold you?" You nod and so she does, her skin directly against yours.

Closing your eyes and resting your head on her shoulder, you stay like this for a time you couldn't quantify. Calming your mind, trying to put effort into just explaining her what was going on so then you could go back into honoring your own need to keep silent.

"I-I... Today was very hard. I'm not feeling good to talk. And I know you're always ready to support me but it wasn't in a sexual situation before, and so now I'm not being able to... To... To answer you questions. And it's making me anxious", you took your time saying it, focusing into put your words out. Abby won't judge you, so it's easier to do it in your own pace.

"Is it a verbal shutdown?" You nod. "I'm so sorry babe, I didn't notice. You want to write on you phone right now?" You nod again, and she gets your mobile on the bedside table, handing it to you.

Unlocking it and opening the notes app, you look at her for a second, indicating she can go on.

"Is there something I can do for you? Want me to keep going or want me to stop?"

I want this, to keep going. I just can't answer you verbally, so it would be nice if you didn't ask me to do it. You can still say things to me, i like it, just don't ask me to do it back.

"Okay", she smiles fondly, kissing the top of your head. "You want it now or you want to keep it like this for longer?"

Her look at you is so comforting. She's not treating this situation as more than it is. She's not acting like this is less intimate because you aren't vocally answering her, absolutely willing to keep going, because she knows you can decide it and she'll give you time to think about your needs. She's not acting like she just broke you or something, she's just going through it, walking along with you on this path, following you because she knows you know the way and doesn't need her to do it for you. It's a limitation and you can accommodate your needs into a sexual moment too.

We can just stay like this for a little bit more, just so I can regulate properly. And then we can go back at it ;) If I need you to stop when we're at it, I'll tap your shoulder instead of saying the safeword

"Alright", you hand her the phone and she puts it back on the table, holding you again. Her fingers, a bit bigger than yours, caress your skin, sending shivers down your body.

Your mind start to settle. It's all clear now, like a fog disappeared from around you; it's so calming to know that you can rely on her and be open about it, that she won't underestimate your collocations or act like it's the end of the word.

Later, when you feel okay and her scent start to dominate your head, you slowly kiss her neck. And then do it again, a hand resting on her shoulder as she sighs.

"Wanna keep going now?" You nod, looking at her face before she kisses you again with a smirk that makes you freak out internally a little bit, as always. She still has the same effects on you.

It isn't hard to go back to the moment, it never is with the two of you. Soon, she has you laying on the bed again, eyes closed as her mouth left wet pecks around your chest.

Abby doesn't take long to reach your core again, head between your thighs as she pays attention to each one. Her strong hands keeping you in place it's enough to make you squirm, the strength and size difference always affecting you. Whenever she towers you, it's like a tsunami of feelings drowning your mind, you can barely contain how needy you get.

"Hm, my good girl is so wet", she says, tongue fatly lapping your cunt before she groans. "You're always so delicious, fuck..."

She keeps your legs spread, mouth working tirelessly like she's devouring you. Your legs tremble, you're shaking and contracting your whole body as whimpers escape and you grab the sheets.

Her tongue makes a number on your pussy. You're dripping with desire, her eyes are full of lust, and everything else fades away. There's only her on your sight.

Abby is tasting you and she can't stop from moaning against your core. Periodically she also backs away to murmur how she could eat you forever, how she's getting wet herself, how she wants you to come on her mouth. You're holding on for dear life, hips jolting like you're out of control as you come closer and closer to that high.

When you finally reach the peak, she's right there to sooth you through it. First she cleans you whole with her tongue, licking and sucking. You quiver at each one of these acts, breathing heavily and whimpering. Then she's next to you again, kissing your face and neck and pressing your pussy with a hand, waiting for you to come back down.

"There you go, hun", she whispers, lips bumping into your cheek as you hold her forearm. "Let it all come, babe. You did so good", your heart skips a beat at her words. "I'll go get a cloth to clean you up and then we can sleep, okay?" She kisses your face again after you nod, getting up from the bed and leaving you cold from her absence.

You're already drifting away, tiredness taking control of your body and mind when she comes back. The sensation of the cloth on your skin is okay, but you prefer her muscles against you. Either way, she cleans you carefully and then turn off the lights, laying next to you on the bed.

You hold her close and finally can fall asleep. Right before you do, though, you can hear Abby whispering: "Love you, babe"

[johanarchy]

Lately I've been having a lot of fun creating some Chaos Marine OCs and I thought I might introduce them here !

So behold ! A very unlikely friend group :

The Iron Warrior is called Cassius Merle, the Death Guard is Mychos Ankou and the Emperor's Child is named Antares Fitz.

I have a whole story for how they met, but the short version is that they all got stranded on a ruined world after the end of the 13th Black Crusade and had to team up to get away.

I have informally named them The Smelly Trio because they all stink. They bicker. They share a braincell. Together they can overcome anything.

Mychos and Antares are in a romantic relationship. No one understands how it happened, least of all the two of them. Cassius is in some kind of queerplatonic partnership with both, though he would rather die than to admit that he actually likes them.

More doodles and yapping under the cut (ft me not being fully set on what their armours look like)

"I really don't care for the Gods. Like everything, they serve a purpose, but I have never needed their help blowing walls up, and I don't see why that should change."

Cassius is the youngest, he was recruited just a few decades before the Black Crusade. As most post-Heresy Chaos Marines, he isn't his Primarch's gene-son; he comes from Imperial Fist geneseed, something he feels extremely angsty about.

He's short of height and of temper, and though he tries very hard to be the hypercompetent brain of the group, he is absolutely not suited for leadership, or for functionning outside of the rigid structure of his legion. That's not his fault, he was just never really taught critical thinking. Or proper social skills.

He likes manual labor, it makes him feel useful and lets him turn his brain off, both things he desperately needs.

"You misunderstand me. I do not wish for the end of humanity. Humanity delights me, like all species of living beings do. But to think that, just because I am part of it, that I should believe it above the laws of nature ? No, this is something that I cannot accept."

Mychos is the oldest, having actually been part of one of the first waves of Death Guards from Barbarus. He used to be, and technically still is, an apothecary, but nowadays his duty is mainly to create more and more elaborate biological weapons for his fellow Plague Marines to use.

He carries himself with the unnerving friendliness and cheerfulness that only nurglites can have, and with a sort of "gentle giant" attitude that makes many people dismiss him as slow and simple minded; but do not be deceived, this is a wisened veteran who knows the world he lives in, he's just very chill about it.

He is a big nature lover, with a soft spot for fungi, which he lets grow over his exposed bones. He tends to start little gardens in every place he stays in for more than a few weeks, something he is exceptionally skilled at. He talks to all living things in his little ecosystems, plants, fungi, insects, even bacteria, and sometimes they actually answer.

"The problem with the Imperium is that it's run by losers and prudes who have never had a single minute of fun in their lives, and they expect everyone else to be as miserable as them or die. I say fuck them. Do whatever you want. If your so-called-God has a plan, you won't live long enough to see it happen anyway."

Antares is also fairly old, being of the original Emperor's Children stock, but he joined the legion at the tail end of the Great Crusade, just before the Heresy, so to him, the influence of Slaanesh has always been an integral part of it.

As such, he became the very picture of selfish hedonism; indulging his impulses and never thinking about consequences. This makes him a pretty bad soldier, as he does not respond well to authority and struggles greatly with delayed gratification. His saving grace is his skill as a fighter, especially on difficult terrain where his satyr-like mutations offer him great mobility. He had to heavily modify his armour to accomodate his legs, but his own vanity was also very much a factor in some of the choices.

Like any good slaaneshi, he loves his drugs and sex and music, but his true passion is food. He is teaching himself to cook, to varrying degrees of success, but mostly he tends to pillage the kitchens of whatever place he is helping raid at the moment. His taste is not refined, he just chases intensity in flavour.

I have more to say but it would take entirely too long to type it all up so I will stop there for now. Thank you for your time !

[ethanjhake]

Have you considered posting your comic here on tumblr or showing a preview instead of just links? Just links doesn't give people an idea of what the comic is about and likely won't be clicked on by new people but clips of the comic or the whole pages + external links would help pique interest more

First of all, let me apologize for taking to long to respond to this 😅

And next I want to apologize for this being such a long response.

Truth is, I’ve been thinking about this a lot. Even before you sent me this ask, but I didn’t want to answer right away because I didn’t know what I wanted to do about it yet.

I think you’re definitely right, links to another site are really not the best way to draw people in, especially if you’re on mobile. And I’ve been trying to work on a better solution.

I think for a while I didn’t want to post on tumblr just because that would be another thing I would have to keep track of besides the website, webtoons, and ko-fi and patreon. But I have been considering that more and more, I think that would help make it more accessible, both in general but especially to tumblr users,which is where I think most of my current audience is from lol.

But, I’m still held back by one problem. If I post on tumblr, people can reblog it, (I know I can disable reblogs, but that feels icky to me, I don’t want to make it hard for people to share the comic.) and if they do, then I can’t really control what pages people see in what order, and that’s (generally speaking) not great for stories. I’m not so worried about spoilers, but I’m more concerned that if people are exposed to the comic pages out of order, then the story loses its power of presentation. 

I think the story of SotF is really similar to a film, and when you’re advertising a film you make a trailer. You take specifically curated shots and sound bites from the film and place them in a specific sequence to engage the viewers and make them ask questions. Questions like: “How do the main characters end up in a situation like that?”, “How do they get out of it?” “How does Jack Black do as casting for Steve?”, “Is this gonna be as good as the first movie?”. You go see that movie because you want those questions answered. (or you wait a little longer and watch a YouTube review.) 

Direction wise, it’s almost a mini film in and of itself. If you see a clip of a film by itself without any explanation, you don’t feel as engaged with it as you would if you saw that scene within the context of the movie as a whole. But it also doesn’t pique as much interest as one specific line from that scene would out of context. It’s a balance between asking and answering questions. What you give/show that makes the viewers ask questions that they want answered. 

I really don’t know how to apply all of this to advertising a comic though, and I may be making this more complicated than it needs to be lol. But I think for now at least, I don’t have enough material to advertise with anyway. I haven’t even gotten through the prologue yet! I think right now the best thing I could do for advertising is making promotional posters. And even that is something I have to budget time for.

I also thought about posting clips of some sort, but I couldn’t really figure out how to do that with the pages of comic that I’d put out so far. I would have to do it in either one of two ways: (if there’s another way let me know lol) I’d either have to post a few pages at a time, let people see what the comic is like and get invested so they actually want to click a link to see the rest (this is what I see most people doing), or I would post a snippet of one page, giving people a small glimpse of what happens so that people want to click the link to be able to read the whole page. But there were problems with each. I’m working on this comic very slowly, as I don’t have a lot of time to put towards it, so posting two or three pages all at once would amount to months of work. 

And I couldn’t really find a way to cut my comic pages into little snippets. I feel like that can compromise some of the structure of the page as a whole, since I design the pages to be viewed as a whole, to draw the viewer’s eye from here to there. If I clip it down, I don’t think your eyes would track with the page in the same way when you see the full page. I think this method works better for comics that use the infinite scroll format. At least, that’s where I’ve seen it work best.

So TL;DR: I want to up the promotion of my comic but i can't really do that at this point with the low amount of material I've made so far or without potentially compromising the experience of the story of the comic.

Thank you for sending this ask! It really made me think and helped me put these thoughts to words.

If anyone wants to comment or add to the discussion, feel free!

[thalialunacy]

[for the @calaisreno May Prompts Squad; in which there are many Holmeses and parenting is a contact sport]

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) 20: do-over (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28) (29) (30) (31)

It's a new week, and John declares on Monday he's certain it's going to be easier than the last one.

What an idiot.

---

By the time they reach Wednesday, they've not been back from hospital twenty-four hours when Sherlock's dear mama orders them onto a train. 

'Mother,' Sherlock hisses into his mobile, glancing across the room to where John is firmly planted on the sofa with his daughter tight in his arms, watching Peppa Pig. 'Rosamund just got out of A&E. We don't want to go down the street, let alone out to a place so far from an adequate hospital that--' 

'Oh, poppycock' 

'I'm sorry?' 

'Now, don't be angry at me, darling. I know you must be frightened to bits for your little girl--' 

Sherlock turns away from the sofa again, chest clenching for the approximately thousandth time in the past two days. 'She's not my little girl,' he says between his teeth, trying to keep his voice steady and quiet.

'--but I'm only trying to help.'

Sherlock knows it's one of those times John would be a much better fit for the task at hand. Unfortunately, she's stuck with her son instead. 'Mummy. Clearly, that would not help.'

'You're not planning on feeding her peanuts again, are you?'

Sherlock closes his eyes. 'I won't dignify that with an answer.'

'Then pack an epipen and come see your mother. I want to kiss that baby.'

---

John is doing his best, Sherlock observes once they're gathered round his parents' kitchen table, but he's clearly still feeling scads of parental guilt. He refuses to let Rosamund out of his sight, and his jaw keeps doing that jumpy bit that means he's repressing something. Several somethings, obviously, because he is John Watson.

And Sherlock almost abhors how much he cares for John Watson.

---

His mother, naturally, can't hold back for long. 

'Oh, John, I do hate to see you like this.'

John freezes like the proverbial deer in headlights, then carefully puts down his fork, stiff upper lip firmly in place. 'Thanks, Mrs Holmes, but I'm all right.' 

Sherlock, who knows better, shares a Look with Rosamund, who blurps his name(ish) then happily stuffs more pickle into her mouth. John's face softens momentarily, and she notices. 'Want some, Daddy?'

It's not a question; John is immediately handed a chubby fistful of globby green.

'She not a fan of spoons, then?' Sherlock's father says with a chuckle.

'Only as a weapon,' Sherlock replies without thinking, but luckily it's the correct audience, because beyond an eye roll, the reaction is mostly laughter.

Except for John, Sherlock notices immediately. Oh, dear.

His mother notices, too, and her lips purse. 'John, I know we're all very English, but I'm old enough that I can speak plainly.'

'As if you hadn't already,' Sherlock mutters.

She ignores him, instead reaching out to touch John's right hand where it rests on the table. 'You mustn't punish yourself. You've done nothing wrong.'

John's extreme discomfort would be crystal clear to anyone in a ten mile radius. 'Mrs Holmes…'

'I mean it.'

He puts down his fork, and Sherlock sees him inhale purposefully. 'All due respect, ma'am, but my daughter nearly died. She nearly died because I insisted she eat something she clearly and repeatedly did not want to eat.'

'And?'

John's mouth opens, then shuts, before he speaks again. 'Are you joking?'

'Everyone makes mistakes with their children, dear.'

'Not that sort of mistake.'

She makes a noise close to a ladylike snort, if such a thing existed. 'We almost drowned Sherlock when he was her age.'

Sherlock's front chair legs drop back to the floor with a thunk. 'Beg pardon?'

'Yes, you came frightfully close to dying, it was very unpleasant.'

John's facade breaks enough to give Sherlock a slight smirk. 'And you didn't recognise my facetiousness on that train?'

'Yes, yes, thank you, now what is this about me drowning, Mother?'

'We left you with another child, a girl of maybe twelve.' She shakes her head. 'That poor girl. She's never forgiven herself.'

'But I didn't die!'

'Sherlock,' his mother chides. 'Don't be unkind.'

'Wait. Why didn't I die?'

A curious silence falls over the group. 

Sherlock's chin drops, and he sighs. 'Mycroft.'

His mother nods. 'He was in the deeper end, and you were in the shallow end. Where you were meant to stay.'

John huffs a laugh. 'Right, good luck with that.'

She tuts. 'He's lucky his brother was watching.'

'You don't remember any of it?' John asks, clearly curious.

Sherlock thinks. 'I remember a pool, several pools, from childhood. Various ponds. I remember-- Yes, I think the first time I ventured into the deep end, I blinked and I was at the ladder.'

'Indeed,' his mother says.

'Right,' John says, bemused. 'So you've always hated pools, even before we nearly got blown up in one.'

His mother blinks. 'Beg pardon?'

'Oh don't fret, Mummy.' Sherlock waves a hand. 'It was ages ago.'

And worse things have happened since then, no one needs say.

Except his mother says it, sort of. 'She's going to have such unusual stories to tell,' she says, turning to Rosamund and touching her tiny nose briefly. 'Aren't you, darling?'

'Any hope of a normal childhood was gone long ago, I'm afraid,' John says, his voice only a little strained.

Sherlock's father, unexpectedly, speaks up. 'Perhaps, but what she's got is better.'

'I agree,' his mother says. 'John's normal enough for the three of you, anyway.'

Sherlock smirks privately. Yes, absolutely normal, building-jumping, gun-toting, life-saving John Watson.

As if he'd ever fall in love with "normal."

That's the end of the discussion, apparently, because his mother turns back to Rosamund with a smile. 'Now, precious girl, let's see if you can say "grandmama" yet.' 

---

John, still feeling slightly sour, pulls out his phone once he's put Rosie down. 'Mycroft.' His tone borders on Captainy, but he's too bloody tired to be polite. 'What are you playing at?'

'Couldn't possibly have any idea what you mean, Dr Watson.'

'First my daughter is calling you her uncle, and now your mum is teaching her "grandmama"?'

'I fail to see the problem. She's very intelligent.'

John pinches the bridge of his nose. He can't shout, because Rosie is asleep in her cot next to him, and though Sherlock is outside smoking, Sherlock's parents are somewhere on the other side of the guest room door.

'Your brother,' he finally says lowly, 'cares for Rosie a great deal, but has most definitely not voiced an interest in being her father, nor should he feel obligated to.'

'With all due respect, John, I must disagree.'

'How.' It's not a question.

Mycroft's voice isn't hard, but he enunciates every word very, very clearly. 'She is my niece. If you can't see it, then God help you... Although I am aware my brother has inherited more than his fair share of the Holmes reticence. But,' he concludes, implacable, 'lest you forget: He said it himself. You are family. And therein lies the obligation.' 

John's heart does a little twitch in his chest. 'Yeah, but--'

'No.'

'But--'

'Not to sound too much like my dear brother, but John?'

John exhales. 'Can't wait to hear this.'

'Don't be an idiot.'

'Oi--'

But the call is already over. Of course it is. Because Mycroft Holmes is a bastard.

He might also, maybe, just this once… be right.

[ <3 ]

[pool story lifted from my childhood: I literally remember nothing bad about nearly drowning; my five-years-elder brother saved me and I have loved swimming ever since]

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Sparks Fly

Part of my 900 Followers Celebration!

Request: Omg congratulations!! This is such a cool milestone, you deserve every follower and more! Could I request the ‘sparks fly’ quote with Roy?? Congrats again ☺️

Roy Kent x Reader 0.7k words Warnings: Language, little bit of angst

Roy Kent was avoiding you, and you weren't sure why. During the last two years of you working at Richmond, he'd become one of your best friends. The two of you spent so much time together, you were constantly fighting off rumors of a romantic relationship. Not that you'd mind having one with Roy; he was kind, and funny, and thoughtful, and God if you didn't feel yourself blush on those couple of occasions where you'd seen him without a shirt. But, since he'd never shown you anything but friendship, you were satisfied with keeping things platonic.

And that friendship was a good one, usually. Lots of inside jokes and texting and going out for drinks after work and even helping Roy babysit his niece once in a while. But for about three weeks now, all of that had stopped. Instead, you got grunted responses to invitations for dinner and texts left on 'Read' and Roy averting his gaze every time you passed by each other at work. You had never realized you could miss eye contact so much, but you found yourself craving just one quick moment with those beautiful browns.

Enough was enough. Roy Kent owed you an explanation. If he was mad at you, if he was over this friendship, fine. But he had to be an adult and tell you to your face.

Feeling determined, you marched into his office, knowing he would be there late; he'd been avoiding running into you in the parking lot, where you always teasingly invited him out for a pint. Sure enough, despite the eerie stillness of the rest of the Dog Track, there was Roy, scrolling casually on his mobile. Your quiet knock on the open door finally gave you that eye contact you'd been craving.

"You're here late," you observed, an edge of light teasing in your voice.

He blinked a few times, as if he was trying to figure out what to say. "Catching up on some work," he finally mumbled.

You nodded towards his phone, a smirk forming on your lips. "I'm sure you're getting loads done, scrolling on Twitter."

"D'you need something?" There it was. His eyes shifted away from your face, focusing instead on his desk, as though the question was meant to be answered by the wooden surface.

His sudden sharp tone rid you of your smile and reminded you why you were there. "Actually, yes. I need to know why you won't look at me anymore."

With an exaggerated sigh, Roy rolled his eyes until they landed on your face. "There. I'm fucking looking at you. Happy?"

"No," you scoffed, ignoring the lump forming in your throat at the sound of his harsh tone. "Exact opposite, actually." You did your best to blink back the newly formed tears. "I'd like to know why my best friend suddenly hates me." When he opened his mouth in protest, you shook your head. "Don't deny it, or I'll kick your ass all the way to Manchester."

There was a long pause as Roy stared at his desk. Finally, his shoulders slumped in defeat and he set his phone down. "Don't hate you," he grumbled.

"Then why won't you look at me?" you demanded, arms crossed.

So he did. His eyes were wide, full of pain and anxiety. His voice strangled as he spoke. "Because.... Because...." He groaned and threw his head back, his hands gripping his thick hair in frustration. "Fuck, because I see sparks fly whenever you smile."

Your arms dropped to your side. "I'm sorry?"

He slowly stood up and approached you, his mouth in a straight line. "When you smile. It's like there's fucking fireworks in my brain. And it's been killing me. I can't fucking handle it anymore, alright?"

Tentatively, you let one of your hands take his. "Why's that such a problem?"

Roy scoffed, not seeming to notice you holding his hand. "Because. I'm your friend."

"And?" You took a half step to close the distance between you.

"Friends shouldn't look at each other that way." His words were simple, almost childlike.

You nodded slowly. "You're right," you agreed in a soft voice. "Friends shouldn't look at each other that way." Your faces were inches apart now. "Unfortunately, I look at you that way too, Roy." 

He stared at you, then at your intertwined hands. It was almost as if you could see him doing the math in his head, adding up all the pieces: your hand in his, your faces so close, the words you had just said, the look in your eye. “Oh.”

“Oh,” you repeated, smiling.

Now you understood what he meant about sparks flying; as he pressed his lips to yours, you swore you could see them too.

[ask-dced]

For LttM: What are some things you like or found fascinating about the slugcats and scavengers you've met so far?

BSM: It's one thing to watch their daily lives... it's another to be a part of them. BSM: Let's see... for instance, Crack of Lightning. She has gone through her elite training and rites, yet she has found her passion to be in tailoring. BSM: I've been trying to learn from her, though the process has had some unforeseen complications. I... don't have a lot of memory storage at the moment. And though I have intermittent access to my memory arrays, writing to them is far more resource intensive than reading from them. Pearls are even worse for this... BSM: So, I have to pick and choose what information to retain, and what I will need to overwrite. BSM: But that isn't what you asked about, is it? Sorry, yes... Lightning. She's rough around the edges, but doesn't mind me watching her work. She's been teaching me how to sew, and suggesting I practice by repairing my cloak a bit. Which... I agree, though I am worried I might just make it worse. BSM: I'd... rather keep my cloak in one piece... or two pieces, considering a part has already been torn off to cover my broken eye. BSM: Then there's Artificer, or Firemaker, as the scavengers call them. I am... familiar with their story. A toll passing gone wrong, two pups lost, and the toll ultimately deciding to save Artificer's life. Whether it was an act of mercy or a punishment to prevent them from cycling back, I cannot say. The scavengers who made that decision are long dead by their hands. BSM: I cannot condone the acts of violence they enacted on the scavenger population. But I can somewhat relate to the irrationality and confusion that would come with losing someone close to you, even if I never had a relationship as close as that of a mother and their children. BSM: Regardless, they have been helping me greatly with mobility in the outside world. They've been carrying me to the arrays every few cycles so I can communicate with the others, like I am doing here. I think they prefer it to the scavenger den. I can feel the tension in their body when they're there, even as they sleep. Maybe they're concerned about my safety, or about the scavengers turning on them, or them turning on the scavengers... but... BSM: ... BSM: Moon Upon Lone Shore is not my child, but she is probably the closest I can get, given what I am. I'm her... aunt, to put it in their terms. A figure who has a significant involvement in her life. Which... I can't help but be proud of. BSM: It means a lot to me that I can have a positive, tangible impact on their lives, rather than one that is abstracted by Spines. No offense to it, of course, but I have found that I like the direct interactions I've had with... everyone, really. BSM: I especially appreciate how open most of them are. They don't hide their true feelings behind flowery language and pleasantries... not that they aren't kind. They're just more... blunt. Direct. Something which I have grown to appreciate, especially as I don't have as much energy to dedicate to decoding and interpreting their words. BSM: It's... strange, isn't it? How I have grown attached to these creatures that I have known for less than a percent of my lifetime, while... BSM: Never mind that. I shouldn't speak ill of those who have transcended. They were our parents, after all.

BSM: ... BSM: Maybe I should take a cue from the scavengers in this regard.

Author's note: This blog is still alive. I've just been Art Fighting, drawing, writing, etc. This has been a bit lower on my priorities, in the end.

Things will likely remain slow on here, but I do intend to continue maintaining it. I have, what, 15ish questions in my ask box? Probably won't get to everything in the end, but asks are still open.

I hope you enjoy today's answer, I quite like it!

[the-morningstar-family]

Hey Luci, have you already put Belphegor on Willa's case? I mean even if you can't heal her, Sloth is big. Get yourself in 'Big Boss of Hell' mode, get down there and find the best they have to offer for Willa's condition.

Also, maybe ask Ozzie if he can help? He built those robotic arms for his partner, didn't he? I don't know maybe you can transfer Willa's consciousness in a robotic body? Or at least turn her into a cyborg in order to make her life easier? Grasping for straws here but com'on! You're Lucifer, the Devil, you have all of hell at your beck and call and you're telling me no one in the seven rings or the void in between (Goetia) can do anything for her?

Or are maybe the options she got limited because hellhounds are considered the lowest class of hell and no one cares?

Cuz, my boy, you can make them care.

Go!

Lucifer, on the phone: "Can't you do anything?!"

Bel: "Sorry Lu. The most I can try to do is slowing it down. There's no cure for it, neither on earth nor here..."

Lucifer: "... Ozzie?"

Ozzie: "I can try and help with mobility aids... But the problem is that her nerves are dying in her brain as well. If there's no signal..."

Lucifer: "There'll be no movement... Fuck... But- I looked it up- there are some who lived long with it, right?"

Bel: "...."

Lucifer: "Bel?"

Bel: "Willa has a more... Aggressive onset. Even with medicine she's already having trouble breathing-"

Lucifer: "Ozzie come on, back me up here."

But there is only silence, giving the king an answer anyway. Lucifer looks over to Alastor who's listening in.

Ozzie: "Luci, I'm so sorry. I'd take it away if I could, for that sweet little pup alone. But I can only help so much."

Bel: "We're going to look into to it. And we'll make sure she'll get the best care we can give her. But I just don't want to give you any false hopes."

The angel deflates, finally falling onto the bed after restless pacing.

Lucifer: "I- I know, I didn't mean to... Thanks for the help"

Ozzie: "It's the least we can do... We'll let you know if we've got anything"

With that the phonecall ends. He and Alastor sit in silence for a bit, until Lucifer suddenly growls in frustration and throws the phone across the room.

Alastor: "Lucifer..."

Lucifer: "Sorry..."

The deer sighs, equally sad. He burries his head into the king's shoulder.

A small creek on the floorboards makes both heads snap to the the side.

Nova: "Sorry..."

Alastor: "It's alright darling, what's wrong?"

Nova: "Felix is all mad"

Lucifer, worried: "Oh? Why's that?Nova: "He says Willa wants to leave him"

Oh... Felix must've misunderstood...

Alastor: "Nova, my dove, I think we have something to explain to you"

She looks at the two of them with suspicion.

Nova:"Something is wrong"

Lucifer: "You could say that..."

Alastor takes a brush and starts brushing her hair.

Alastor: "Willa is really really sick. Her musclesnand body are getting weaker, and sadly there's nothing we can do against it..."

It reminds him a bit to much of his own mother, who also got weaker and weaker until she could hardly sit up anymore. It was a completely different sickness, bu still, it makes the deer sicker to his stomach then the morning sickness.

Lucifer, sadly: "It means she'll die eventually. That means she'll stop living. She can't walk or talk anymore, and won't ever wake up"

Nova: "That's a long time"

Alastor: "It is, darling"

Nova: "Will Felix go too?"

The demon shakes his head as if even the thought of it pains him.

Alastor: "No dove. He'll stay with us"

Nova: "Is that why Felix is so angry?"

Lucifer: "Probably, sweety. This is a hard thing to process, especially for him."

Alastor: "How are you feeling?"

The little girl shrugs. Not really sure, Alastor just pulls her close.

[all-pacas]

Chase and Cam in Houseswapped!au getting stuck in a room/elevator together like they did in lockdown?

"I should be in the ER," Cameron says for the fourth time. Chase keeps his eyes closed as she stands from her chair, walks across the exam room to the door, hesitates by the handle and sighs. She'll linger for a moment, he thinks. She does want to leave, she could if she really wanted, lockdown or not. But he'd bet she won't. That in another few seconds he'll hear her cross back to her chair and sit back down.

He'd commandeered the exam bed for himself. His back isn't too bad today, only a dull pinch at the base of his spine, a persistent numb tingle radiating up his back and down his thighs. He wishes he could lie on his stomach instead, but is conscious of how ridiculous that would look, what Cameron would think; he'd rather deal with the extra pain then her right now.

"This is ridiculous," Cameron adds, still by the door.

"Then go," he says, and he can hear her take a sharp breath through her nose, and she can't really have thought he was asleep, right?

"There's a lockdown."

"You're a doctor. Security will let you pass." There's a wooden thud. He thinks she might be leaning against the door. "You don't really want to go," he adds; he can't seem to stop himself. "If you did, you'd have left already."

"Right. I'm so desperate to spend time with you," she says, her tone appropriately — but not convincingly — sarcastic. "I arranged this entire lockdown to have an excuse —"

"The ER is fifteen feet away. You can make a dash for it." No answer.

I know why you're still here, he thinks, and doesn't say. His legs tingle unpleasantly, not quite from pain but pinched nerves, itchy paresthesia that makes him want to move, even though he knows better: there's no way he can support his own damn weight right now.

His legs itch. He bends his knees, stretches muddily. As long as he's lying down, he's perfectly fine, has perfect mobility… as long as he ignores the ever-present pain and static and firings of half-frayed nerves.

"How are you feeling?" Cameron asks, because of course she's watching. Her voice is cloying with concern. This is why she's here, he knows.

He wonders how many times in the last five years she's asked him that very question. Too many. He falls still. "Right," he says. "Sorry. I know seeing me like this must be an incredible turn-on —"

"Screw you," she says softly. Poisonously.

"That's why you're here, right? You don't want to go to the ER. You have a thing for me." His leg spasms painfully and he has to move, has to do something to push the pins-and-needles away, although when he flexes the muscle his pain suddenly intensifies, white and sharp up his spine. He clenches his jaw and tries not to be obvious and knows he is. "Can't get enough. I'm just so hot when I'm suffering —"

In one of the crueler — or possibly luckier — twists of fate, Chase had been stabbed a week before Valentine's Day. They were broken up by April.

"Don't confuse pity with care," Cameron hisses, her voice trembling.

"I don't," he says.

"I didn't then," she retorts, her hand finally reaching for and turning the handle of the door with a soft click. "I do now."

I know, he thinks, but she's already gone.

[okchijt]

Author's Note: Thank you so much Anon for the request! Sorry the request is a screenshot, I accidentally posted it cause of the stupid mobile update 😒 But anyway, this is such a cute idea! I'll be more than happy to do it for the little monster 😍 Just hope I didn't make him that OOC hopefully ^^' And lastly, go ahead and check out my masterlist if you like what you just read and if you want to request anything yourself, thank you, and enjoy! 🩷

His Little Stealer - Eric Cartman x Chubby!Reader Headcanons

🔴 The fact that you're close to his weight by being chubby makes Cartman unironically love you more. Being the only overweight kid who regularly gets picked on for it is still hurtful no matter how hard he tries to play it off or fight back. So having someone he can relate to with a similar body type is a plus in his book.

🔴 Also, just as Cartman always defends himself by saying: ''I'm not fat! I'm just big-boned!''. He would do the same thing for you and even throw hands if anyone ripped on you for being chubby. But to his surprise no one does so, why? Because you're an actual decent human being, others don't hate you and don't make fun of you. But if you act like Cartman then I take it all back.

🔴 But let's be real for a second, we all know Cartman sucks and he doesn't have the best track record when it comes to any relationship whatsoever. But as his partner I see him letting you get away with stuff he won't let others, and by that I mean everything. He'll let you do and say whatever you want and he'll bite down on his tongue just so that he doesn't accidentally say something wrong. Cartman is a horrible human being but for you? He'll try and become aware of how he should treat you right.

🔴 Back to the wholesome headcanons! I already said it, but I wanna add a little bit more to the idea. Cartman loves your chub, okay? He won't say it out loud ever though, not to you or in front of his ''friends'' cause he thinks it's embarrassing, but he'll make sure you know it with actions alone. Not only will he let you touch him without protesting, but he'll cuddle you too! You'll either be lying in bed together or on the couch with his arms wrapped around you as he grabs and fondles your excessive skin gently. It's just so soft and squishy, how can he not like it and hold it like his favorite plushy!? He'll act like he doesn't even know what you're talking about if you say anything about it, you'll know he loves doing it though cause he'll always be blushing red as he death glares the TV in embarrassment. One way to quickly gain back Cartman's attention though is by hand-feeding him Cheesy Poofs or anything really. His face will be redder than before and he still won't talk but he'll definitely pull you closer to him as he grumbles under his breath about how: ''weak'' this is. He actually means the opposite, trust me.

🔴 If you're someone that's insecure about their weight, Cartman totally gets it, he won't say it of course but he does. He'll make sure no one ever says a word about your weight by threatening them and depending on the person it might work. Of course no one regardless would ever say anything, but Cartman doesn't trust them so he still goes out of his way to do so. Also, if you decide to stop eating because of it, he will not let that slide one bit. He'll force you to eat himself and he won't take ''no'' for an answer unless you tell him that you're just dieting and being safe with it, then he'll begrudgingly respect it.

🔴 Now onto the stealing part, he both loves it and hates it. He thinks it's cute how his hat blocks all of your vision and his coat just kind of hangs on you, covering you entirely. It's almost enough to make him let out an audible ''awww'', almost. But at the same time, you're stealing his stuff! Now he's freezing his tits off as you embarrass him in front of his ''friends''! If you were anyone else he'd scream at you, but you're his partner so all he does is whine and cling to you as he tries to force you to give him his clothes back.

🔴 They ain't many opportunities for you to steal his hat and coat though, either grab it and run when he isn't wearing it or beg for it. You can only have an opportunity of stealing it when he's playing with his "friends" and he's being The Grand Wizard or The Coon. He'll immediately figure it out once he's done playing for the day and seeing his clothes go missing so prepare to witness an angry Cartman storming into your home demanding his stuff back only for you to make him stop in his tracks out of cuteness overload when seeing you wear his clothes.

🔴 Then there's begging, it can go either way actually. You can only win this by bribing him, doing something for him, getting him something he wants, or helping him accomplish something. Of course, knowing Cartman all of those things I've mentioned are 99% of the time requests to hurt the others around him and only satisfy him. Just because he loves you, doesn't mean he won't involve you in his schemes every now and then, it's like he wants to be partners in crime with you. Hoping that you're a decent person you obviously don't agree with any of it, so it leaves you no choice but to beg. Some puppy eyes with a promise of cuddling with snacks as you watch TV make him succumb almost instantly. He'll be all grumpy about it but he secretly loves it.

🔴 Overall, Cartman isn't vocal about how he feels about your weight in fear that he won't admit to that he'll accidentally hurt your feelings. Like I said he's trying to be better for you so he prefers to show how he feels with actions. He loves your body, he relates to you, and won't change a thing about you because you make him feel secure with his own weight despite what everybody else says. And again, with the stealing thing, it's a love-hate relationship for sure. Cartman doesn't like his stuff getting touched, let alone stolen so he does get annoyed at you for it, but then again it's you that does it so he can forgive it. Plus there's no denying he finds you absolutely adorable with his clothes on, the blush on his cheeks, the halt in his movement and the odd silence says it all!

[deoidesign]

hi i have a bit of an odd question and im so sorry if it comes off as rude at all!

ive seen a lot of your posts about canes, i have hEDS and chronic pain and im trying to convice my mom and my doctor to let me have a mobility aid. my mom is very adamant that i dont need a cane because i dont have balance issues, but my knees and ankles are pretty much always aching. i was just wondering if you think a cane would help with chronic pain or if i should look into other aids?

Canes can help chronic pain, they are not guaranteed to help you specifically

You can get a cane for ~$30 at most stores and try it out

A physical therapist and/or a specialist in rheum will most likely know more than your PCP about your specific pain and situation

Parents often don't want to admit their kids have health problems

I wish you luck

I won't be answering any more asks about mobility aids.

This is nothing about you specifically, you were not rude, I just get a lot of questions like this in my inbox. It becomes draining to get so many asks with people's personal vents about their medical issues or religious trauma or the homophobic situations they're living in.

While I would love if I could help people, I am not a doctor. I am not a therapist, I am not a social worker. I'm just a random artist on the internet who has EDS and is barely getting by myself.

I prefer to keep my blog about my art and about my work, not about my disability. It is relevant to my work, of course, and discussing my conditions in vague terms in how they relate to themes present in my work is more than okay, but I prefer this space to be dedicated to my work and getting to engage with my readers through my stories.

Personal information about my pain, my medications, my tests my doctors and my trauma are not things I want to make public.

Thank you for understanding.