#my brain is just white noise rn

[lewmagoo]

lewis in toronto via

[wrathfulrook]

Yoooo I’ve been up for 38.5 hours and I’m in the shower technically but I’m just sitting on the floor while the water goes and I NEED to get up and get clean and go tf to bed but I’m too sleepy to do the tasks required to get to bed

[tojisun]

hey hey hey. don't mind me, i'm just a friendly little nit who's come to bring you my brainrot of the day.

i don't know how often you write him, but - just hear me out - gaz with a mommy kink. i feel like he's the type to have lost a lot of his non-military contact with women, including maybe his own family, so he's really just desperate for feminine approval. but the poor baby is too afraid to tell anyone about it because he doesn't want his partner to think he's weird or something like that. :(

so when he comes home from an op, off his rocker from desperation, he accidentally lets it slip while he's practically fucking them like a dog in heat. what he doesn't expect is that they don't mind, and it just melts his brain to nothing.

friendly neighborhood nit, over and out.

I TRIPPED AND FELL AND PASSED OUT READING THIS OHHHH MY GOD!! my friendly neighbourhood nit i hope u know im kissing u on the mouth rn. THANK U FOR THIS BECAUSE- BECAUSE-

i was- i was trying to find this lil slip of a thing i wrote of gaz with a sugar 'mommy' and how it just makes sense... not necessarily an older partner but a mature partner yk? a partner who pampers him and spoils him; who treats him like the king he is, and he is left trembling, aching, his desire bloating-

gnawing on a rock rn !!!

god.

thinking about the way gaz is fucking you so desperately, humping his cock along your walls, muffling his moans on the crook of your neck because his little secret—the shame that he's always carried—is dripping from the column of his teeth, poisonous as it slithers on the tip of his tongue, and kyle wants to–

he wants to–

"fuck, kyle," you whimper, your moan drawing his name out in that delicious way that makes him buckle. he knows tears must be pooling into the corners of your eyes, surely staining the silk pillow sheets, and the image that forms in his mind makes him groan, deep rumbles of his pleasure reverberating from where his chest is pressed on your back.

kyle has you on your knees, gentle and tender, but the slide of his cock in your cunt had him snapping—his restraints are thinning, the fog in his mind gaining strength.

it feels like torture. like pinched pleasure.

it feels like kyle is being edged even when he knows he isn't. because his cock is rutting along the warm press of your walls, being milked for all his worth, and yet–

it's not enough.

the first sob startles him more than it startles you, but kyle is too far gone, mouth agape, letting drool stain the soft caress of your shoulder. he feels your walls clamp down harder on him, your slick gushing along the twitching length of his cock, drenching his crotch, and kyle feels the need throbbing from his gums—

"god, mommy."

the fear that shoots through him is instant, snuffing the peaking elation of his pleasure. apologies gather on the base of his throat, choking him, cutting his air supply short.

messed up, he thinks to himself, already slowing down, pulling away. i fuckin' messed up–

"where's my baby goin', huh?" you croon, desire heavy on your tone.

you turn your head lightly, not enough to meet his eyes but enough that your voice is no longer muffled. "mommy didn't say you could stop, sweet boy."

kyle's body locks, his arms buckling, leaving him to stumble, all of his weight bearing down on you. his cock hits somewhere deeper at the sudden action, snug along the grip of your wet cunt. then, kyle cums, ecstasy razing through him as he mewls, his eyes shut close at the intensity of his pleasure.

he doesn't notice that he's humping your pussy as he shoots his warm cum into your cervix, stuffing you whole. like the good boy that he is.

"mommy, so fuckin' good f'r me. so good f'r me," kyle babbles, words slurring and incomprehensible.

white noise fills his senses, his eyes met with an explosion of blinding static. he is deaf to your squealed moans, not realizing the litanies of your own praises dribbling from your spit-slicked lips until the explosion of his pleasure peter into a quiet simmer.

shame curls in his heart, only for it to be snuffed out because you say, "my perfect boy. s'good f'r me. s'beautiful f'r me."

prickling feeling envelops the backs of his eyes, his body trembling at your continuous reassurances.

you coo, "always makin' me feel good. always pamperin' me. y'r the loveliest boy, kyle. my lovely boy."

kyle hides his face on the back of your shoulders, stifling his sob.

"thank you," he says, voice a quiet tremble.

"shh," you say, breath hitching at his aborted movements, feeling his cock still hitting your sensitive parts. "won't you make mommy cum now, lovie?"

"f'course," kyle replies, heart still wavering because–

how was it all so easy when it comes with you?

he knows you and him will have to talk about this later—semantics need to be smoothed out, establish boundaries. make up rules for kyle to follow.

he shivers, cock twitching with new interest.

"'of course' what, darlin'?"

kyle breathes in sharply at what you're asking. then, "f'course, mommy."

you hum, a happy titter. "good boy."

[myheadhurtscutely]

STAR STATIONARY - Modern!Anakin x Reader

(!teaser!)

C ` Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Summary ` You start your new job as a receptionist today, and it seems like you're already making friends. A blonde boy in particular. How sweet. this is a teaser for the star stationary series in the works, I wanted to get something out for you guys, feedback is welcome :) enjoy!

!Warnings! None atm, Angst to come, and fluff tho

wc ` 585

notes ! this is inspired by characters, Jim and Pam, from a tv show, The Office.

Ding! The elevator finally chimed, indicating your arrival at your new employer. 'Finally!' You thought to yourself, arms crowded with your personal belongings, readily available to decorate your new desk. You were the only person who applied for the boring office job as a receptionist. It was average pay, at a failing company so you figured, it would be okay just for a while. Much to your dismay, as the elevator doors slid open, it revealed the cheap cafe a couple floors below the office. A young man stood outside of the double doors. Tall, dirty blonde, glasses, and absolutely beautiful. If your arms weren't shaking earlier, they definitely were now, along with your knees.

He shyly scooted into the elevator, as if it was full, leaving about an inch or two of space between the both of you. The elevator ride was near silent. Small shuffles and the faint drumming of whatever song was blaring in his headphones was the only white noise to accompany the deafening silence. You peered over at him a couple times through your peripherals, and at some point, you swore you saw him take a glance at you too.

The elevator was coming to a stop, the poor old thing jerked as it completed its job, causing you to stumble out of your carefully modified stance to accommodate the weight in your arms, and drop several nicknacks and papers. How embarrassing. Thankfully, the blonde boy dropped to his knee to retrieve your items, as you profusely apologized for causing a mess. The elevator doors pry open with a screech revealing the carpeted floors and yellow tinted cream walls of the office space. He picks up one last decoration from your collection and holds it up in front of his blue eyes, inspecting with a slight smirk.

"You like Star Wars?" He cocked his eyebrow, meeting your eyes, as the both of you step out of the elevator before it closes. The office was lit with a white light, flickering ever so slightly overhead. Fake potted plants stood at entrances. Desk cluttered on top and around each nook and cranny.

"Um," You hesitate. Was it stupid to be into that kind of thing nowadays? "Yeah. It's one of my favorites." you say hurriedly. He dangles the Yoda charm a moment longer before placing it in an empty coffee mug you were holding onto for dear life with your pinky.

"Me too." He flashes a quick smile and asks if you need help, which you decline. He carries on, walking to a door near the backside of the space. You set your stuff down with a thud on your new desk. A bigger than usual semi-circle, right near the entrance, with accompanying desk to the right of it. You pull out your pens, highlighters, notepads, stickers, everything you brought to personalize your space. Taking your time, even color coding the order of your pens, you wait. What was there to do? What was your task. The phone rang. You look around in a panic, what do you say? Almost as if heaven had sent an angel your way, the blonde guy from earlier returns with a mug in hand. A Star Wars logo branded the front of it. Cute.

He sees your distress and you nod towards him. He makes his way over to you, leaning over your shoulder to grab the telephone. "Hello. Thank you for calling Star Stationary Company, my name is Anakin. How can I help you today?"

Notes ` OMG OMG OMG OMG YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I AM FOR THIS, but anyway I know this is super short but there's just so much in my brain rn, actual brain rot its crazy. The first chapter is going well, its wc is 2k as of right now, i plan to top it off around 10k or so. we'll see. The support has been amazing I love you! <3

tags ` @darthgloris

[chaysreality222]

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𝐑𝓔𝓨𝓐'𝓢 𝟒 𝐃𝓐𝓨 𝐑𝓔𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓖𝓡𝓐𝓜𝓜𝓘𝓝𝓖 ! <3

hey shifters! it's c! i'm going through a blog identity crisis rn. but that's besides the point, we are here to talk about my experience as i completed reya's 4 day reprogramming! i started this process June 10, 2024 and ended it on June 13, 2024.

𝜗𝜚 𝐃𝓐𝓨 1 𝓞𝐅 𝐑𝓔𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓖𝓡𝓐𝓜𝓜𝓘𝓝𝓖 𝜗𝜚

the first day is dedicated to creating a list of your beliefs and non-beliefs that could be created in a physical journal, on a piece of paper, your notes app, etc. after that, you'll re-read it over and over throughout the day to really etch it into your brain. this way you'll be doing robotic affirmations to help manifest your beliefs! in which those beliefs include you believing in shifting and that you have the ability to shift.

ex. i wrote "i believe in reality shifting" in my beliefs area because i believe in that. as for non beliefs, i wrote "i don't believe in the tooth fairy" because i don't believe in that.

i wrote mine in my notion app! i read it multiple times and especially throughout the entire day. as i was reading my beliefs and non-beliefs, i can already notice that my mindset was changing! it gave me confidence in my beliefs about shifting so much that it wasn't even a second thought anymore. it just started to feel natural. i'd like to add that as i did my robotic affirmations, i played white noise and trickling water in the background on youtube (like they do in subliminals) which really seemed to help out.

ALSO, it's okay to not be re-reading every second or minute of the day. you still have a life you need to live and you have to take care of yourself as well. learn to balance it! remember, shifting is already apart of your daily routine. there's no external or internal pressure to have to do it because you're already used to doing it!

𝜗𝜚 𝐃𝓐𝓨 2 𝓞𝐅 𝐑𝓔𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓖𝓡𝓐𝓜𝓜𝓘𝓝𝓖 𝜗𝜚

the second day is dedicated to going throughout the day and doing things that motivate you to shift! meditate, listen to subliminals, etc! have a sense of gratitude and excitement about shifting to your desired reality and affirm yourself that you've shifted.

before i get into what i did for the second day, i had a dream about shifting and almost had shifted from the dream! i noticed i was lucid and began to say, "i have shifted, i have shifted, i have shifted". i started to feel different like i was being pulled out of the dream like i was waking up (i became very aware of my subconscious and it was like a tunnel opened up in back of me and i was about to be pulled through) and there was flashing lights! but the people in my dream heard me and grabbed onto me. (like wth, why did they have to be my ops). but, i did say it in front of them smh... anywayy since i was busy throughout the day, i turned the things i did into scenarios that could happen in my dr. going shopping turned into -> "this would be me and pansy shopping at the clothing stores in diagon alley in my hogwarts dr". drawing in my room turned into -> "this is what i'd be doing in my waiting room dr". you guys get the idea! i read my beliefs and non-beliefs a few times throughout the day. i constantly affirmed myself that i have shifted and that i shifted to my waiting room June 13, 2024! i made sure to mark the day i was going to shift like Reya had said, and kept affirming that. then, i ended off with a guided meditation from alunir before i had went to bed!

disclaimer: Reya had made sure to say this in her video, DO NOT ATTEMPT TO SHIFT WHILE THESE DAYS OF REPROGRAMMING!! These days are meant to reprogram your brain for shifting :) You will shift on the fourth day of the process!

"c, didn't you just tell us about the attempt to shift through your dream?" yes, i did 😭 but it's like i forgot about that fact because i had been dreaming. i did not have any intentions to shift before i had went to bed but once i became lucid, i jumped at the chance and took it fr. didn't work because of the ops, but the effort was there! </3

𝜗𝜚 𝐃𝓐𝓨 3 𝓞𝐅 𝐑𝓔𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓖𝓡𝓐𝓜𝓜𝓘𝓝𝓖 𝜗𝜚

the third day is dedicated to feeding your beliefs! read and watch about other people's shifting storytime's about their desired realities throughout the day.

i listened to kristeau's shifting stories on her youtube channel as i did things throughout the day, watched tiktoks from my fave creators, and read some dr story times on here as well! to add to that, i read my beliefs and non-beliefs throughout the day with subliminals playing in the background or music that reminds me of my waiting room dr. then, i also vaunted and acted like i was already in my desired reality. "this is what i'd be doing in my waiting room rn", "i'm so excited that i shifted to my waiting room on June 13, 2024", "i had such a good time in my waiting room doing (x,y,z)".

𝜗𝜚 𝐃𝓐𝓨 4 𝓞𝐅 𝐑𝓔𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓖𝓡𝓐𝓜𝓜𝓘𝓝𝓖 𝜗𝜚

the fourth day is dedicated to doing all the things you previously did into one day and shifting! read your beliefs and non-beliefs, go through out the day and do things that motivate you to shift, feed your beliefs, and finally shift.

my shift attempt pt. 5 to my waiting room dr - June 13, 2024 At first, I read my beliefs and non beliefs with a subliminal and fell asleep doing that. Then I woke up and I told myself to lock in. I put on a void state guided meditation w/ deep hypnosis by alunir. Let me tell you guys right now, that deep hypnosis is no joke. My sister was talking to her friends through voice messages here and there and had the tv playing but on low volume- All my surroundings drowned out and I was focused on her voice. Every time she snapped, tingles went through my body and I followed the meditation without a second thought. I had made it to the void state but I was drifting in and out of it. I think my headphones were too loud honestly, so it made alunir’s voice loud to where it would pull me back out of the void state. I began to fall asleep a bit but then, I saw marko (someone from one of my other drs). I kept seeing glimpses of imagery from that other dr and I was like looking for them to try and help me shift? idk why i thought that would work. Then, I ended up falling back asleep (rip). I woke up once again and told myself to lock in, so I put on a meditation by Reya. I was trying to get back into the void state but it wasn’t working. Ended up falling asleep not too long after.

𝐑𝓔𝐒𝓤𝐋𝓣𝐒 <3

i didn't successfully shift to my waiting room desired reality YET, but i've learned a lot from this experience and my mindset was definitely reprogrammed!

i learned that i was more focused on getting to the void state than actually shifting to my waiting room dr. Reya's words, "the void state isn't really something to shift from. it's something to pass through or to pass by from. you don't need the void state to shift! think of it like a pit stop and you're gonna go through it or whatever, and you're going to shift". i also learned that if i'm low on energy and extremely exhausted, i should just sleep that night and shift the next night! i was putting so much pressure on myself to shift that i didn't care what state my body was in. which is what i won't do in my future process!

i no longer find myself second guessing about shifting or having those intrusive thoughts against shifting being real. i also find that i'm more confident and positive about my shifting ability! which is why i'm proud of myself about this shifting attempt and have the push to only continue my journey. if anyone has any insight or tips to help me, pls leave them in the comments.

xoxo, c!

[c0ld0utside]

Life’s kicking me in the ass rn, working on requests I promise. Have an imagine? Drabble? Idk what this is.

Warnings: None, I think. Lemme know if there should be any.

Cliche I know, but imagine a yandere sleep paralysis demon who just wants to help you sleep. They get it, you’re brain is stuck between dreamland and falling asleep, you’re uncomfortable, they’re (unintentionally) scaring you, you have school/work tomorrow, everything sucks. So, they’ll try everything they can to make it better. 

They’ll sit down on the ground next to your bed. They figure making themself smaller will make them seem like less of a threat. No. It doesn’t. Two small white dots are staring up at you from the darkness. It gets worse when they try smiling. Their smile immediately drops when they hear your muffled screaming. 

“Ah- shhhhhh, shhhh, it’s alright, it’s alright,” They say desperately, standing up and looming over you. Oh God, they’re making it worse. Their voice is the opposite of comforting. “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, I can’t hurt you- I would never want that!” The “Demon” adds, hands hovering above you. One hand reaches over and starts patting your head. “See? I’m nice. Can you try taking deep breaths? In and out. Yeah, there you go. Atta-…uh…good kid. Good kid.”

Yandere Sleep Paralysis Demon who you’re happy to see as time goes by. Well, they hope you are. They really do try to help you sleep. Turns out they can emit sounds like white noise or rain, is a master at tucking you in, and if you want, will just talk to you. They don’t care that you can’t respond. They know that you’ll listen. What other choice do you have?

If something is going on that’s disrupting your rest (Or them trying to get you out of your sleep paralysis so you can get some sleep) they’ll take care of it. Hear someone speeding down the highway? The next thing you know they’re covering your ears so you don’t hear the sound of the car somehow swerving and slamming into a street light. Neighbors are being loud? Give them a moment, they’ll be right back. Someone in a group chat won’t shut up and you forgot to turn off notifications? Don’t ask questions when their body warps and the notifications suddenly stop. And when that person doesn’t send messages ever again. 

Sure, they said that they can’t hurt you, but that doesn’t apply to others.

It’s not that they “can’t.”

It’s that they won’t.

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I should be sleeping right now. Excuse me while I ignore my own advice.

Get plenty of rest! Drink water! Eat something! I am proud of you! Goodnight!

[freesia-writes]

CONGRATS FOR 500 FOLLOWERS!!!! <3 Lots of love bestie🥰🥰🥰🥰

I saw the prompts and thought, "i ought to request this rn!!!" Sooooo

Hunter with 1st would be amazing:D no pressure ofc 🫶🫶

Also, don't forget, we all love you!!! 💗💗

THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE MY SWEET FRIEND! Goodness. <3

Hunter x Fem!Reader - SFW - 2.3k words - pic/gif by @barissoffee <3

You unsuccessfully stifled a giggle at the little wisecrack the unbelievably handsome clone in front of you had just made. You could hardly believe your luck tonight. You were sitting at a table with a dark-skinned, sexy beast of a man with sharp features and an even sharper mind, having a thoroughly enjoyable conversation when you hadn’t been able to land a decent date in years. A number of similarities had already made their existences known, amid a great many differences, but you couldn’t deny there was definitely a connection. The discussions deepened over dinner, heads bending closer together, eyes meeting more frequently and holding each other’s gaze more often. He seemed to be letting his guard down, and you were loving every minute of it. 

“So he just blew the whole thing up?” you asked incredulously, waving your ice cream cone to mimic an explosion. The two of you were enjoying dessert on a stroll down the beach boardwalk. It was a balmy summer evening that felt warm and heavy, with the occasional refreshing cool breeze. The ocean waves lapped at the shore, the gentle roar of the waters providing a soothing white noise that complemented the dark velvet sky. 

“Immediately,” Hunter responded, completely unphased. He casually licked some of the chocolate ice cream from the side of his own cone, then smirked when he caught you staring at it a little too long. 

“What?” you asked, your accusatory tone masking the sheepishness you felt at his noticing.

“Oh, nothing,” he said in an almost sing-song voice, but it was low and husky. The gleam in his eye gave him away, and you leaned in to elbow him in the side, but he swerved. Moving faster than you could expect, the next thing you knew, his arm was around your shoulders and you were leaning against his side. 

“Well that was smooth,” you teased, but you definitely weren’t complaining. The thick planks of the boardwalk, now stretching out across a long dock, were always uneven, so you appreciated the support, to avoid falling. It was purely logical. 

“You’re the smooth one,” came the reply, “This has gone incredibly well for a date you weren’t expecting to be on.”

“What?!” you gasped, feeling a hot flush explode across your body as you dropped your ice cream cone. How had he known?! You wracked your brain, searching for anything you might have said that gave it away, and almost didn’t hear his chuckle as he stopped, releasing his arm from your shoulder and leaning casually on the railing. He gazed out across the dark ocean, hair ruffling in the breeze, and gave a light, satisfied sigh as he finished his own cone. When he realized you were still gaping like a fish out of water, standing across from him as straight as an arrow, he decided to explain.

“You were incredibly tense at the start, different from the basic nervousness of a first date, which usually points to a few possibilities, one of which is some sort of deception. Asked a few simple questions around the things I wanted to know, and your responses pretty much gave you away.”

“That is insanely perceptive. And kind of sneaky on your part!” you answered. Mind reeling, you placed a hand on the railing to try to ground yourself, frantically searching for the right thing to say. 

“Nothing sneaky about paying attention to what your senses tell you,” he shrugged, rising to his full height and taking a step closer, one hand laying gently over yours. Your heart skipped a beat and it suddenly felt harder to breathe. Hunter tilted his head, observing you with a smug sort of interest. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” he asked suddenly, pulling back a tiny bit. 

“Oh! Sorry, uh… no…” you admitted, unable to meet his eyes. “But…” you took a deep breath before spitting out the rest, “...why did you stay?”

“Sometimes the evening’s plan for us is different than we expect it to be. I figured I’d roll with it, and the fact that it went so well, and the actual date never showed, makes me quite happy to be standing here with you,” he said, reaching his other hand out to toy with your waist. Your breath caught in your throat. He took a step closer. “But I have a question for you… Why did you sit down?”

“I don’t even… that’s insane,” you breathed, smiling like an idiot now. He knew, and he was still here, close, interested… “I heard you tell the waiter you were waiting, and I spent the entire time building up the courage, because something in me just couldn’t let a gorgeous thing like you be stood up. I didn’t expect it to actually work, nor for you to be so… ah… oh, kriff.” The words were flowing out like a mess, and you buried your face in your hands. 

“A gorgeous thing like me…” he echoed, except it sounded so unbelievably velvety in his smooth voice. “Not the worst thing I’ve been called,” he poked, hand still resting on your hip with one idle thumb brushing back and forth. It was sending fire throughout your body that made it even harder to think. “But don’t let me interrupt -- you were saying?” 

You laughed, refusing to pull your face away from its cave of shame, and yet also felt like a runaway train -- the words were already out, and you were already discovered. So you finished, “I didn’t expect you to be so interesting and smart and witty. I thought you’d be shallow and full of yourself.”

“Ah, little jab at the end there. We can discuss that later. But I appreciate the honesty,” Hunter assessed, and you felt his hand pull back, finally provoking you to look up at him. 

“That’s the problem,” you continued, more softly now. “I wasn’t honest… I pretended to be someone else… Not a great way to start… anything.” You cringed, feeling as though every word was digging you deeper into a hole, and lowered your eyes back to the railing immediately. Then you felt a gloved hand on your cheek, unfathomably soft as it grazed across and disappeared as quickly as it came. Your breath caught in your throat, heart racing, and you saw him lean toward you in your peripheral vision. 

“Hey,” he said gently, conjuring sensations of a richly wooded forest, tendrils of smoke, and smooth leather all at once with a single word. Damn, you had it bad for this guy, and you’d messed it all up. But his fingers were on your chin now, inviting you to meet his gaze, which you did, another thrill rushing through your body. “Why don’t we keep walking and we can discuss the ethics of your decision and the motivations behind it? I’m sure there are some strategic tactics in there that we can learn from.” He tilted his head, a glimmer in his eyes, and you felt a bashful smile creep across your own face as you rested a hand on his forearm. 

“I suppose if it’s for science…” you murmured, and his rumbling chuckle was music to your ears as he swooped his arm across your shoulders again and turned to continue down the boardwalk. 

* * * 

Hunter was methodical. Painstakingly so, at times. Somehow he’d agreed to meet you again, and again, and again… You couldn’t believe your luck but didn’t want to tempt fate by inquiring. You’d hiked through the canyon, marveling at the rushing river and the oddly-shaped branches of the trees. You’d played a variety of games at a local cafe, losing track of time with conversation and competition. And now you were climbing up what felt like the side of a mountain, but it was really just the longest series of switchback stairs you’d ever encountered. Your mind was full of questions (and complaints) but when you reached the top, your mouth dropped, already dry from breathing so heavily on the way up. 

It was a scenic vista, a natural shelf that provided a flat place to spread out, backed up against the smooth rock wall that continued upward. But there were pillows and blankets galore, piled up in a circle that looked almost like a nest. A few unlit candles sat in the middle, surrounded by an enticing variety of snacks. 

“Guess the wind took care of the candles,” Hunter observed as he joined you, a small smirk weaving its way across his lips at the look on your face. 

“Hunter,” you breathed, heart skipping a beat at the sheer excitement of all of it, “This is amazing.” 

“It really does look great,” he agreed, following your gaze to take it all in. “I wonder who it’s for.” 

“What!” you gasped, looking back at him as waves of shock and embarrassment and confusion all took turns cascading over you. “We need to get out of here then! What are you--” His laughter broke your stream of anxiety, rendering you speechless for a moment. When you recovered, you palmed your face once again. “You’re ridiculous,” you grumbled, shaking your head with a smile. 

“Hey, if you can steal someone’s date,” he said in mock sternness, “I can too. Don’t worry, I took care of the people who were expecting to use it.”

“Took care of…?” you repeated, eyes growing wide as a chill of fear took a stab at your stomach. But you caught the glint in his eyes this time, exhaling heavily and smacking his arm. “You have to stop,” you sighed, “I can’t keep up with all of this. No more deception!” Your face and tone were playful, and he leaned back toward you after recoiling from your swat. 

“Fair enough,” he said, quieting his mirth now, “No more deception.” He took your hand in his and led you to the pillows and blankets, gesturing for you to make yourself comfortable. He took off all of his armor, which was a delightful first that had you gawking unabashedly at his form-fitted black base layers, and crawled up next to you, stretching an arm across your shoulders as you placed a hand and a head on the side of his chest. 

The sun had been setting the entire time you were climbing, and now it was far enough below the horizon that the deep blue of twilight had thoroughly settled. But the sea breeze and crisp evening air was no match for the heat radiating between the two of you, and you sighed deeply as you listened to his steady heartbeat, punctuated by the waves crashing on the shore.

The conversation wandered, as it always did, and before long you found yourself talking about some abstract element of clone helmets. There was laughter and teasing, with increased pokes and tickles and touches by each of you, and you felt as though you could burst with joy. The two of you had worked your way down to be lying flat on your backs, his arm still around you, gazing up at the stars above. You sat up on an elbow, turning instead to look down at him, marveling at his sharp features bathed in the increasing moonlight. His brown eyes met yours, softening immediately and melting your heart at the same time. 

You lifted a hand to his cheek, tracing the outline of the skull tattoo, wanting so desperately to kiss him but finding yourself unable to move your head to his. The electricity sparked in the air between you, unspoken yearning across both faces, and you felt a firm hand cup the back of your hair, setting everything in motion. Hunter pulled you down gently, eyes searching yours as he closed the distance until they fluttered shut. His lips met your own with a feather-light touch, unfathomably soft and tender, and pulled away with a quiet sound. Your eyes flew open, looking at him with shock and delight, and he opened his mouth to speak. 

But he never got the words out. This time you brought your mouth to his, kissing him urgently, one hand on the side of his cheek and the other pressing into his chest. Your entire body was vibrating with euphoria, and you shifted closer to bring yourself close against his entire side. His other hand found your waist as he tilted his head, parting his lips to take yours again with more passion, and his quiet rumble of contentment was something you would do anything to hear again. When you finally pulled apart, foreheads still pressed together in blissful intimacy, you were both grinning like idiots. 

“I’d say this worked out quite well, all things considered,” he murmured, nuzzling his face into your neck as you laughed.

[blackstarchanx3new]

Red's characterization is frustratingly inconsistent (based on the viz translation)

So I tried to do a "Red centric" FS reading the other day and honestly:

Red as a character lowkey pisses me off the more I think about him.

Trying to write him doing ANYTHING in FSR just, breaks my brain because: What character does he actually HAVE?

To explain further: WHAT CHARACTERIZATION DOES HE HAVE THAT IS CONSISTANT?

Because I can list a fuck ton of his traits, but none that remain consistent and reliable character traits that I can make into a rule set for me to follow to write him properly and which rules I could BREAK depending on the scenario.

I'mma admit this rn: This might be extremally bad faith reading and I'll admit that with my whole chest but it just bugs me the further I try to think about characterizing him.

Buuuut on the other hand. Venting my frustrations might help me get a grasp on what he's MEANT to be like and that'd be useful.

TLDR: I genuinely think Akira has no fucking clue what they were doing with him and I think he's the worst written Link of the set of four/Shadow Link. (This admittedly could also fall hugely on the fault of the translation team too with botched dialogue.)

And I even hypothesis they cut a whole chapter about him for time. (We'll get to that)

Full rant:

Okay. So you'd think this idiot would be pretty simple to figure out.

There's a lil page dedicated to each Link describing their traits, which are all pretty accurate. (This to my knowledge i only in the legendary???)

EXCEPT IN MY OPINION, RED'S. (Green's too but maybe I'll get into Green at a later time...)

His is just. Wrong. Upfront wrong depending on how you read his character...Which...is imo inconsistent based on the canon events of the story.

Let's go down the list of traits from this page

Easygoing - this is accurate since he takes the mission the least bit seriously between the four and gives everyone silly nicknames.

Bright- ...I'm going to assume this is in reference to his personality being "Optimistic" not his intelligence, as we'll get into soon.

Innocent - ...I have some counter arguments to this one but go off I guess. He's SUPOSIVELY more innocent than the other 3.

Simpleminded - again there is a shit ton to suggest the opposite, but well, get into that shit.

So, depending on how you read the word "bright," there are already inconsistencies with "simple-minded" (I'm trying real damn hard not to be obtuse as fuck here but I'm a stickler for wording...)

So for the "innocent" thing...okay this one particularly rubs me the wrong damn way. Because of a few diffent things.

Let's go over smth first:

Identifying the links, you can always tell its red in a panel due to his even screen tone tunic and white sleeves.

Blue has a gradient that goes almost black with screen toned sleeves. Green also has an even screen tone but black sleeves, and Vio has a noise screentone with white sleeves.

Now, Red's "Innocence" or imo lack there of.

Now thought bubbles are hard to pin to anyone specific without like, tails to lead to characters. The fs manga is guilty of not having proper word bubbles often or pointing at the wrong damn character. But here were lead to think the one who assumed the knights were dead were Red and Green. Green starting the thought and red finishing it here.

Red is the first one willing to stab who they assume to be very close people to them. Green as we know is the one NOT willing to fight and rather just defend himself.

So much for "innocent"

Tangent time: I'm not unconvinced the screen tone artist didnt fuck up here, and this was meant to be Blue, but...uh that's not what it ended up being

It's hard to tell because the eyebrows could be either red or blues from my guess.

Until coloring the first volume of manga I ALWAYS ASSUMED this was Blue.

It's for sure not vio or green since their eyebrows are nearly always blonde/not filled in while Reds are thin but occasionally have a bit more thickness, especially when giving heavier expressions. And if this was meant to be Blue. It would be a bit on the thinner side but would match way more personality wise.

Further on the whole "innocence thing"

Wtf was all this shit

Like...I get it. It's for comedy haha. But it just feels so out of character for him this scene just ends up annoying me.

Like it makes him feel so fake. It makes ALL HIS PREVIOUS AND SCENES HERE ON OUT FEEL FAKE.

His tears feel so crocodile considering he doesn't cry when stabbing someone he assumes to be his friends and does THIS SHIT immediately after assuming blue is MAYBE DEAD???

Seriously I kind of hate this scene it feels so two-faced, out of character, and mean-spirited for no fucking reason.

I get it. It was a joke haha. But why the fuck is he joking around and being a goof when his response to green possibly being dead TWICE was to panic and cry and be terrified for real. Why am I meant to take one seriously and not the other from a character standpoint.

From a character stand point: it just feels like he gives less of a shit Blue is in danger/dying vs Green and considering later character interactions I don't think that's meant to be cannon/intentional. (He also calls out to green exclusively on occasions so like...Again was this on purpose or on accident...)

I'm just not a fan of writing characters shittily and out of character for the sake of comedy that doesn't even land.

From a character context: it just looks like he doesn't give a shit about blue here. Which, fine write him mad blue has been a dick but this feels like such the wrong way to go about it to me. Idk.

Onto his intelligence:

Imma be real it feels like he just is only smart when the writing needs him to be for plot reasons and not for characterization reasons.

His intelligence fluctuates so damn much it drives me insane. He's either dumb as a brick or literally smarter than vio, and there's no in-between or reason behind why. It's not like he's good at certain things and dumb as fuck at other things it's literally just because Akira pulls it out of their asses and said so and that kind of writing especially character based pisses me off. 😭

Examples of red being smart:

I don't have a problem with Red having intelligence of his own, but they had to give vio 1 functional brain cells for this scene to work the way it did. Like red can be smart, it'd be great if he was in some instances! It'd even make sense they're all dumb at some shit or excel at others. That'd make them a good well rounded team!

Vio randomly being shit at directions would be a hilarious character trait.

IS this why he gets lost in the tower of winds? Idk if that's a genuine intentional writing reason, but I'm going to assume/head cannon. Imma say that's why, for my own sanity and making this scene make any sense. But i shouldn't have to justify vio being an idiot here with head cannons.

I'd have loved for a scene where Vio over thinks to shit about smth and red is just like "lol the answer is just this silly" but red and vio literally never speak sooooo...thats off the table.

That almost feels like that's what this was trying to be but just...failed at.

He randomly grows a brain again in the temple of darkness. But it just feels so out of nowhere, considering how he's such an idiot most of the book. Like his competent moments, feel SO out of character in comparison.

Like I can see what I THINK they were trying to do with him but it just doesn't land. It just feels like he randomly grows a brain every so often instead of always having one but he he just lags behind the other three in terms of other contexts.

What i think they were going for is "red IS smart. He IS capable. He just needs to be in the right scenario for it to shine. He has such a unique mindset compared to the other three and hes a valuable team mate"

What it comes OFF as... is bad writing.

Onto his like "crybaby" persona the manga and the Fandom itself likes to fall back on

I've touched on it but it feels so fake.

Like I genuinely cannot tell if this is meant to be a character trait I second guess but it's thrown out the window all the damn time.

-him stabbing that one knight with no fucks given really

-him quickly getting over blue being frozen in lue of a stupid joke

Okay let's see when he DOES CRY...

Virtually all the damn time but here's smth I noticed:

He doesn't cry when shadow dies lmfao.

But he does when they kill random rock babies.

Yeah sorry but that rubs me the wrong way too.

Like Reds whole reaction and facial expressions to shadow dying just gives "I wonder if we're having Wendy's of McDonald's later"

Like I think most people are too distracted by vidow to notice that shit but it's so off-putting from a guy who will take the change to bust out the water works at any given change doesn't shed a damn tear when a version of himself kicks the damn bucket.

Not even a reaction to vio being upset about it. Like wtf.

This is what I mean about him being inconsistent. Literally the entire manga is just "He does x sometimes but not other times when you think he would" I genuinely cannot find rhyme or reason to half his character traits and it drives me up a wall. There's no consistency to ANY OF IT and it just leaves this sense of fakeness and it rubs me such the wrong way.

One last thing:

I'm pretty sure he had a cut chapter centered around Red.

I don't have concrete evidence but here's smth i noticed:

This is the last time we see him before his next apearance

And then...suddenly. THIS IS HIS NEXT APEARANCE:

I'm sorry WHAT.

DID WE MISS SOMETHING???

Randomly:

He has a fairy. They've apparently been looking for the other three. TELEPORTATION IS JUST A THING WITHOUT EXPLANATION???

Like, Wtf????

What my opinion?

And SUDDENLY later Red's all like "I'm so independent!😇 "

WHEN. WHEN DID WE SEE THAT RED BECASE IMEDIATELY AFTER YOUR TOWN SCUFFLE YOU'RE WITH A FAIRY AND GET BLUE SO STFU.

If you want what I THINK happened in this hypothetical cut:

Red got away from the towns people and ran into the fairy, and Shadow shape shifted out of being that kid that stole his shit.

Because like...I never knew that kid was meant to be shadow Link until someone pointed that out as a possibility because...Literally I thought Red having his sword and shield gone after he left the waterfall was an art error and not because of the kid.

Like the fact that is even up for debate whether or not that kid was shadow or it could be misinterpreted is a flaw in the writing imo but whatever.

Like it was never solidly conformed. There's evidence but it wasn't stated/shown directly and having the idea Shadow can shapeshift to THAT DEGREE is very interesting/cool lore. (We know he can look like green/Link but still. Would have been nice concrete powers around him he can be random ass people too and he's not bound to being just Link.)

If you think about it:

Green got the Pyramid segment

Vio gets the whole shadow link subplot

and Blue gets the temple of darkness.

Wtf does red get. He gets tacked on in the temple of darkness KIND OF but that felt like it was ONLY because he didn't get his own chapter and they had to mash Blue and Red's arcs together making both of their arcs WEAKER. And it just, annoys me idk.

Aaaaanywaaaay. That's my rambling nonsense.

I think with the idea of what they were TRYING TO DO with Red's character I can get a better grasp of where to take him in FSR.

It's so hard to describe why Red gives me "uncanny valley" vibe in his characterization but I hope I did a decent job explaining my thoughts.

You probably noticed: When smth about red doesn't make any fucking sense. I try to rationalize it. But I don't think there was any thought behind a lot of what he does. Which is why it makes me annoyed. 😭

[tardis--dreams]

If my neighbor keeps stomping around his apartment I'm gonna skin him alive and then set us both on fire

If my neighbor keeps talking so loudly I'll punch through the wall and strangle him

[vasyandii]

I just saw your blog rn and I'm absolutely obsessed with Nak and krueger- how did their relationship start ? (Unless this question has already been answered-)

Much love!

KruegerNak- How did their relationship start?

Howdy Lancecorporalderby!! I'm really glad you enjoy my KruegerNak brainrot enough to send an ask xD

I'm assuming this is asking how their romantic relationship started?? Please feel free to clarify as I often get confused. If you don't wanna read allat I'll have a TL;DR at the bottom :3

So before they got together, it was a progression of stuff!

Before they were lovers, they were friends (before that they honestly didn't like each other)

When they stopped that whole phase of trying to have the other end up hospitalized because of something they said; they actually liked getting to know each other.

Krueger and Nak just started calling each other on their days off, just to talk or text about whatever; Asking each other about their childhoods and interests, just listening to the other complain about some dumb show their streaming service offered. After all they had nothing better to do outside of missions.

After a few weeks these calls turned into like late night thing; just talking until one of them falls asleep because they both didn't realise they've been talking for HOURS. Usually it would be the same stuff + subtle flirting from the both of them occasionally.

I like to think Krueger fell first, he welcomed the feeling. He liked how she carried herself; Confident, Intelligent, Assertive. He likes impressing her whenever he can. He's not really a looks guy, but it also helps that she's really pretty. He didn't really do anything about it, because he wanted to see how things will go.

Nak liked him a bit later. Like a month later. It took her about a week to figure out if her feelings were platonic or romantic since she had trouble distinguishing the two. She, after finding out it was romantic- told him immediately after; just to get it out of the way, worst he can do is say no.

He didn't, obviously. So they went on their first date the next weekend and things just kind of happened from there.

Nak doesn't know how relationships work, he's the first guy where she liked enough to pursue. She doesn't like how in the West there's so many fancy terms for what a relationship is (situationship, fuck buddies, talking stage, etc.).

They decided not to put a label on it during the initial stages or so.

Context: In Laos when you confess to someone and they like you back you're basically officially together at that point.

but then Krueger was like "Nah fuck that noise. We're thing. I wanna be your kind-of sort-of boyfriend, Phayvanh."

TL;DR : after getting to know each other, Nak told the mid white man she liked him. Mid white man reciprocated the feeling because hes been pining for like 2 months and the rest is history

Thank you for reading this if you made it this far, sorry if it seems kind of incoherent my brain is a bit fried at the moment ;0;) !!

[itsashowtime]

What kind of personality does Toshi have and what backstory?

I am still in the process of fleshing out his story but! Here's what I have so far...

(Art by: Aixen )

Japanese Name: 時紫 雨花

Surname: Toshi 時紫 (violet hour)

First Name: Ukuwa (rain flower)

Alias: White Rabbit (By most), Eighty-Six (By Sho after they breakup) 

Birthday: June 8

Age: 19

Gender: Cis Male

Height: 190cm (6'2")

Noise Form: Jackalope Cantus

Trivia/facts:

I designed him next to Rindou so they looked super hot together but then Shou swiped him like the asshole he is - I have yet to play Neo so maybe UkuRin will be able to recover but rn the Shou living rent free in my brain doesn't seem to want to share

I made Ukuwa's motif Hydrangea after a trip to the Hydrangea Shrine.

He's extremely picky about food and drink tempretures, like, it has to be just right or he'll tear you a new one

Loves Chai flavour

Every barista's nightmare, he'll yell at you if you don't pay attention to his laundry list order

He fiddles with his ear piercings when he's nervous

He thumps his feet like a rabbit when he's pissed

The neediest fucking bottom

Personality

A hardworking, judgemental and esteemed horologist. Time means everything to Ukuwa and he always seems to be in a rush! He is nicknamed 'Shibuya's White Rabbit' since he is often spotted dashing around the streets mumbling about schedules.

Ukuwa is strict and harsh but especially towards himself. He hates relying on people and prefers to get things done on his own. He is extremely counter dependent. If absolutely necessary, he takes extreme care in picking who to have around. He mostly sees people as tools for his own convenience. He calls people 'cogs'.

He has a very good eye for art and is passionate about design. He doesn't get excited often but when it comes to art, that is the one time his eyes light up.

Ukuwa's character arc is about slowing down and embracing the moment, being able to acknowledge your progress, allowing yourself to accept help and allowing friendships with unconditional love to blossom.

Backstory

tldr; He is the CPTSD haver ever - Trigger warning for: child abuse, neglect, divorce

An only child who did not have his emotional needs met. Ukuwa was raised by an abusive, alcoholic father who was a electronics technician and a neglectful mother who was a highschool teacher. Both his parents had high expectations towards him right away. Failure to perform with the best outcome would result in: solitary confinement + hitting/whipping as punishment whether that be in school, house chores, or even going out. He has scars all over his hands as a result which is why he wears gloves all the time.

Ukuwa would be locked in an empty room after a rough beating to 'reflect on his actions' for hours, his only company being clocks. This is where his obsession with clocks started. Curious and bored, Ukuwa would start to disassemble clocks at a young age to figure out their workings. One could’ve gone insane, but Ukuwa was grateful that the clock would tell him when the pain was over and he could see the light again.

His parents divorced when he was in middle school, both of them getting newer partners with other children. This applied extra pressure onto him to perform well. Unfortunately, Ukuwa was often casted aside in favour of his step/half siblings. He is desperate to prove that he isn't a burden. In fact, that's a really big fear of his.

Ukuwa functions on guilt and shame. His fear of being a burden and a failure is what causes his workaholicism and lack of care towards himself. He pushes forward and only forward. He does not allow himself to rest. Time only moves forward, and so he wants to move only forward too.

This means that he's chronically counter dependent and refuses help when it is offered. He avoids connecting with people unless it's absolutely necessary and for business purposes. Because one less person to be around means one less person to be a burden and disappointment to.

Ukuwa saved up a lot as a child just to move out and to escape his family. Once he graduated from high school, he immediately moved out to Tokyo and has been living in a sharehouse.

He currently attends a college of jewelry in Shibuya, learning how to make clocks of all kinds. He is obsessed with Il Cavallo Del Re and dreams to design clothes and watches for them.

Now, I don't usually have my OCs getting TOO involved in canon but this is sort of an exception (though Ukuwa does not effect TWEWY mainplot) *puts hands together* So where does he fit into TWEWY? WELL-

One day, when he was rushing around mumbling about time and being late, he got caught up in a sinkhole and he dies. (Haha, ironic bc of his nickname which references the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland) He was already feeling terrible because his clock design didn't get included in this competition he had participated in.

But he lands himself in one of Minamimoto Shou's earlier Reaper Games. At this point, Shou hasn't discovered Taboo bullshittery. This game takes place a while before Neku comes along.

His entry fee was his concept of time. This means that he cannot even see the timer on his phone and can only recieve missions. Ukuwa is hyper vigilant (thanks cptsd). That means he's extra sensitive to light and sound. He has several clocks on him with different 'voices' that soothes him. Suddenly, he can't hear them anymore and that throws him off real bad.

He gets grabbed by a straight-for-pay lesbian hostess and party girl, Hana, admist the panic of Day 1. She grabs him because he looks 'reliable' and wealthy. (she was wrong. Ukuwa is gay and he only looks wealthy because the clothes he wears is what he designed and he's good with his hands)

Hana forms a pact with him, wanting to take advantage of him like she usually does with men because she treats them like wallets. Her entry fee was money, so she cannot spend money throughout the game and has to rely on stingy Ukuwa. Ukuwa has to rely on Hana to keep track of the time.

They start off pretty rocky at first because Ukuwa doesn't have patience for her antics and Hana gets frustrated by how Ukuwa is so careful with how he uses his money and how he doesn't seem to know how to have fun.

Ukuwa's pysch is cryokinesis. Because you know. Time has literally stopped for him. He can summon icicles and walls of ice. Hana has immense strength and smacks the shit out of noise with her purse. They become quite a good team throughout the week.

Ukuwa starts to enjoy the moment instead of trying to push forward and ignore his feelings, and Hana learns that partying and drinking won't solve all of her problems.

Tldr, he falls in love with Shou so hard and he already struggles with feelings of uselessness in the RG so he ends up becoming a reaper. Their relationship happens very quickly and it's veeeery toxic (but that's what makes it tasty)

If you wanna know the deets about UkuShou-

Ukuwa x Shou

Ukuwa is immediately intruged by Shou's trash heaps. The symbolism and the cynycism towards humans speaks out to him. It's the first time he really feels connection towards someone. The precision of the trash, how it's held up so sturdily and is obviously so deliberate is impressive to him. Hana tries to snag a piece of trash that looks useful as a weapon and Ukuwa yells at her and puts it back. He calls it an art installment.

He doesn't know that Shou is the artist behind the heaps. Not until the trash cat turns up anyways. He actually finds Shou insufferable and annoying at first. The yelling into the megaphone is pretty triggering to him and he doesn't hesitate to throw an icicle at Shou. When he finds out that Shou is the artist though, he can't help but grow more and more curious.

When Shou hears Ukuwa praising his art, he's pretty confused at first. He normally doesn't care if measly humans can't understand his art's brilliance and beauty, so hearing Ukuwa reading his piece like a book is different and a little unsettling. One part of him is happy? But the other part of him just doesn't want to admit that he's understood.

So throughout the week, he makes more unhinged art pieces and challenges Ukuwa to guess the symbolism and he denies how correct Ukuwa is every time. It's annoying how bright Ukuwa looks when he talks about his art. But it's also really endearing too.

Anyways, Shou grows curious about Ukuwa and it's a running theme that he tries to interrogate him in closed spaces like alleyways, the phonebooth of love (where they share their first kiss) and changing rooms. They bicker, argue, talk about art, the mission, etc.

Ukuwa is a stupid baby gay and he starts seeing Shou as a person and he starts to understand and speak in maths lingo too. Shou becomes so fascinating and beautiful to him so he makes the extra effort to get to know him. He has the biggest crush and Hana notices too- Even trying to set them up in her own silly way.

I should prolly mention that I hc that Shou is colourblind and has protanomaly colour blindness (weak to red/green) and like.

Shou vision Ukuwa is vibrant and pretty it's insane.

I fully agree with Kiga's Shou HC and I think Shou had his art criticized in the past due to his questionable colour choices which lead to him making more sculpture stuff than paint. ANYWAYS-

Shou eventually accepts that he is understood by Ukuwa and by the time it's day 7, he realizes that actually, he kinda doesn't want Ukuwa to die in his hands. Luckily, Shibuya's Reaper's Game rules at this point aren't exactly solid yet and Shou being Shou finds loopholes. On the last day, there are a few surviving duos that reach the top of Pork City to fight Leo Cantus. This is when Ukuwa tosses humanity right out the window and he essentially erases all remaining players aside from himself and his partner Hana.

He's under the impression that one of them will have to die so he tells Shou that he'll gladly 'give him his movement' and die in his hands, but Shou cannot bring himself to do that and asks him to stay and add art to this world with him.

Tldr, thanks to the loophole of mission mail wording, Ukuwa is able to become a reaper and the two become even more inseparable.

They are very horny and very obsessed with each other. Ukuwa drops everything for love. Unfortunately, Ukuwa is a needy bitch and he relies on Shou for his dopamine. Shou is a free spirit and he likes his space so the relationship falls apart after a few months.

Ukuwa is actually the one that dumps Shou because he was 'five minutes and twenty three seconds late to our date'.

This hurts Shou's pride a lot because how DARE he get dumped. But here's the thing- they keep banging anyways. They are like magnets. And Shou is SO smug about it too. Because Ukuwa is in denial about still having feelings but he keeps going back!

I have yet to play NEO but after Shou dies in TWEWY Ukuwa acts like a fucking widower and he has a relapse with his workaholism. Kariya really helps him loosen up and enjoy the moment.

When Shou is revived in NEO, Ukuwa is like a sobbing mess. I imagine by then, Ukuwa has grown as a person more and he has learnt to give Shou space so they end back together. Shou also learns to have some empathy and stop being so selfish and finally apologizes (shocking) and they get back together. With their bond stronger than ever, they end up having a daughter (light puck baby) named Miu who is almost as unhinged as they are. She LOVES physics. She's a genius. And also a super powerful angel but I'll explain that another day LOL

[cowboyemeritus]

Picture Perfect (Mary Goore/Reader)

Mary's on the road again. You give him a little something to remember you by. (18+)

Read on AO3

i'm projecting here because i, too, am working on a term paper rn. if anyone wants to listen to me rant about the Royal Cemetery of Ur, hmu.

“Fuck, the things I’m gonna do to you when I get back.” Mary’s voice is slightly fried through the phone, but you can tell he’s riled up. You smile.

“I see you found my gift.” The jingling of a belt buckle sounds through the speaker and you bite your lip. Briefly, you consider ditching the computer and making your way over to the bedroom. This will, in all likelihood, be a quick affair, a way for Mary to blow off some steam after a long day on the road. You know, however, that once you get up, you’re not going to want to touch that paper again for the rest of the night. You certainly miss Mary, but thirty percent of your grade is on the line.

“Do you like it?” You find yourself asking. Mary grunts in response, and you hear the telltale sound of fabric sliding down their legs.

“It’s wonderful, babe. Very thoughtful of you.” He groans and you can tell he’s stroking himself already. “You know I love how you look in black.”

You sigh wistfully, recalling how difficult posing for the photo had been. Your arm is still sore from holding up the camera for so long. In retrospect, you suppose you could have just texted him a picture. It would have been a lot easier, now that camera phones are all the rage. However, there’s just something about a polaroid, about having it physically in your hand, that feels more meaningful. It’s the permanence of it, you suppose.

“Glad you like it,” you purr, squeezing your thighs together. “Figured needed a little something to keep you occupied.” On the other end of the line, you hear Mary snicker.

“You just wanted to make sure I didn’t forget about you, didn’t you?”

“No!” You cry indignantly. Mary laughs out loud this time.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous, baby.” They grunt, and you start to hear a wet sound as they presumably coat their length with pre.

“Of course I’m not!” You huff. “It’s just… Some of the people who come to your shows can get a little… bold.”

“What, you don’t trust me?” His tone is playful — this is just fun and games and the both of you know it. You smile, knowing that what you’re going to say next will make Mary’s brain melt.

“I just want to make sure you remember who you belong to.” As predicted, he moans loudly through the receiver.

“Fuck,” they sigh. The wet noise is louder and, well, wetter now, and Mary’s breaths come deeper and quicker. “Course I remember. You think a bunch of tweaked out groupies have got a thing on you? Don’t make me laugh.” You’re glad Mary can’t see you blush, or the way your nails are digging into your thigh as you fight the urge to blow off your work entirely and rub one out.

“Wish you were here,” he says through gritted teeth.

“I know, baby. I miss you so much.” You can feel the wetness gathering in your panties and let out a heavy breath at the thought of what Mary must look like right now. The image of them, flushed cock in hand, flashes in your mind’s eye, and the plastic of your flimsy little flip phone creaks as your knuckles turn white. Mary gives you another small moan, and then chuckles softly.

“You wanna know why this is a particularly great gift?” There’s a pause; his strokes get slower and his breath begins to even out. They must be getting close. “Now I can take you with me wherever I go. The next time the guys ask about you, I can just whip this out and show them exactly how well you’re doing.” The thought of Mary showing his bandmates, who you only vaguely know, such an explicit photo of you makes your breath hitch.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” A fresh wave of arousal hits you, and you have to cross your legs to give yourself just a little pressure. Mary huffs out a laugh when a quiet moan erupts from deep in your chest.

“Wanna get my hands all over you,” he grumbles.

“You sure that’s the only thing you wanna get all over me?” Mary groans, and the tempo of the slick sound builds once again.

“Shit, baby.”

“Give it to me, Mare. C’mon.”

It doesn’t take long before Mary reaches his climax. They come down whining, breathing hard and heavy into the receiver. You can’t help but wonder if he’s biting his lip like he usually does. Immediately, you have to banish the thought as your blood begins to quicken. Once their breath settles, they let out a contented sigh.

“You must be exhausted,” you say, moving the mouse around to wake up the computer. Mary hums in agreement.

“Yeah,” they yawn. “You’re a total knockout, babe.” Though you roll your eyes, you can’t help but let out a little laugh through your nose.

“Get some rest, then. You’ve got another long day tomorrow.”

“What about you? Gonna get off for me?” Your shoulders slump as your paper reappears on the screen. Already, the light makes something behind your eyes ache. 

“Wish I could.”

[just-some-random-blogger]

hello!! i hope your day has been well

i wanted to ask if you knew any daemon x reader fics thats concerned about reader being lonesome? and like its an angst-comfort? if you know any, could you please help me navigate them? feel free to include your own work as well if there is, your pieces have been very delightful to binge read, you are really talented!

HELLO MY LOVE. my tumblr crashed while i was replying but thats ok because it gave me the opportunity to be the complete yellow belly and rethink whether or not i wanted to tag anyone or just link their fics HAHHAAH (im so insane i was thinking if it was possible to tag someone but block them from the post AHHAHAAH)

anyway you can tell what i decided. tbh i honestly dont fucking remember reading any and i mean any of these. literally 0 of these T_T HAHAHAHAH it's not a slight on anyone its just a me thing im head empty all the time. also i mostly read freaky smut pieces of daemon because, well, im a freak (: that's probably why i dont remember any of these tbh. im rotten in the head T_T. i digress

Fury of The Dragon by @drakoneve (hello i love you) ok this one isnt exactly what you're looking for and i only vaguely remember reading it cos BONK🤠 it be like that. judging by my reblog i was mad petty after reading it and that's a me thing because im mad petty but im sure this is lovely and vivid because it elicited such a response from me.

Ānogar Hūra by @author-morgan ([heavy breathing] hi there) again have only white noise in my head dont remember reading this if not for the reblog BUT WHAT I DO REMEMBER IS LIKING HER STORIES SO MUCH THAT I OBSESSIVELY WENT THROUGH HER MASTERLIST HOPING SHE'S MAKE MORE FOR DAEMON. if you ever read this im not saying you should cos im not in the business of telling people what to do but if you do i would love to read it fyi lol

this ones untitled but its by @gay-dorito-dust (hello hi how are you) again dont remember a thing but judging by my reblog its soft... which in hindsight is the opposite of angst AHHAHA but it has some of those angsty comfort fics kinda so yuh you might like this one

Bleeding love by @blayresmuses (hihihi hi there hihih) once again HAHAHAH cant remember anything about anyone. judging by my reblog its really sweet in the end HAHAHHAA 404 BRAIN NOT FOUND. it does explore the whole child birthing aspect. idk what you feel about that nonnie.

this ones also untitled but its by @floweringfics (HI HAHAH) i also dont remember shit about nothing but i have a longer reblog for this, which is telling COS I KNOW FOR A FACT. A FACT. THAT ITS GOOD. SHE IS AN AMAZING WRITER SO LOVE HER SO MUCH

im just going to throw in @em-writes-stuff-sometimes (HEY *wink wink*) cos she a baby girl and i love her. she is so good at writing, get this, she made her own fucking universe (which most definitely has the themes youre looking for) and she also studies high valyrian and all that queen shit i can't wrap my head around. she's insane. im telling you a she's a hotd writer idc idc i will die on this hill.

@ewanmitchellcrumbs ([BARKING] HELLO) is also a really great writer although i dont think she does angsty comfort fics. she does make fics that make me gol feral after so theres that. interact with at your own discretion cos it changes your life fr and then next thing you know youre a barking dog.

that's about it i think T_T i hope all these lovely people just know i love them because i do i- HA:DHASFHLASFLASB

anyway next are my fics and wow i kinda feel weird by how many fics of myself i put HAHAHAH. but anyway you asked and you said i was talented and im flattered you binge them [pushes hair back] so i gave.

Want You Dead has that, but it's a three part series, so idk how you feel about that. part 2 in particular VERY much hits the nail on the head for this one (update: does it? i am questioning myself rn). also yn was a pirate for a while HAHAHH and it gets pretty graphic at a point so idk how you feel about those

Mine is also a p2 (to Ten & One) and the hurt/comfort is over yn being unable to conceive so there's and theres prett obvious smut so HAHAH

Lies Are Treason is very much hurt/comfort with some angst ig BUT IT HAS SMUT

Stone Cold is really angsty and im only adding it cos there's a smudge of like hurt/comfort there HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH but its imo one of the more tragic tales ive written AHAHHAAHHAHA

Cold Killer AHHHH I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS ONE THIS ONE IS PRETTY GOOD THIS ONE I THINK IS SMTH YOU WOULD LIKE YA KNOW ANGST + COMFORT YEAH THIS ONE THIS ONE

Kiss it Better... NGL I TOTALLY FORGOT I EVEN WROTE THIS HOLD ON LET ME REREAD IT RN HAHAHAHA. update HAHAHAAH I REMEMBER i wrote this when i had a bad day and i was like grrr i need the evil man to comfort me HAHAHAHAH THIS ONE IS ALSO REALLY GOOD

Moon Cycle kind of has a hurt/comfort aspect just a smidge ya feel. it's mostly, well, smut HAHAHAH also its a part four to a my stark!universe series lol

Waiting For A Lifetime has that in its p2 kinda but this is a modern au so idk how you feel about that.

thats all i think. off to go read some more daemon fics i think HAHHA

[rjam9]

blorbo bingo: gregory :)

ty for the ask! sorry this took ages my internet is dogshit rn

send me a character based on this bingo and/or click on “keep reading” to see my mad ramblings

most fandom takes are incorrect

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again the Gregory-is-a-robot theory is stupid and i hate it (it’s not actually stupid i respect peoples theories but by god do i hate it). also all the takes that say Gregory is a monster or evil or whatever ESPECIALLY after the ruin dlc hmm. not good.

there’s probably a deep seated reason why i love them

i have come to realize that i have a soft spot for the “traumatized fucked up little kid that there is obviously something Different or Other about them” trope. and no this has nothing to do w my real life what are you talking about.

don’t typically discuss irl because of the fandom

i don’t typically discuss fnaf in general with anyone irl except for my friends and people who bring it up first. but if i did know any other irl fnaf people i would. probably still not talk about Gregory w them (see point 1)

projection has entered the chat

you’re telling me you DON’T want a giant protective robot bear as a dad? couldn’t be me lol. also again, no this doesn’t have anything to do w my real life stop asking me that.

they are the white noise in my brain i can’t live a normal life anymore

Gregory slowly became one of those characters that fills my head and i can’t get him out. especially when i was writing my fnaf fic (and now that i’m starting to work on the alt. pov one). like i said i love traumatized kid characters they’re so fun to write and think about. i am rotating a png of him in my head like a microwave.

b r a i n r o t

like i said above. he lives in the head rent free. he is so fucked up and complex but also so so so simple at the same time and he’s funny and weird and protective and traumatized and he’s also just a little silly guy. just a lad. top character design for me.

i’m so normal about them :)))))

look. you can not write a 200k+ word fic and expect be to NOT be deranged about this guy afterwards

[carbonateddelusion]

How did the poki ma’ams come to know each other/ form their group (I actually don’t know if they’re ma’ams lol my brain is white noise rn)

you can call them ma'ams <3 only one of them actually identifies as a woman if you asked (Bubbles), Gumiho is just a femme man and Allister is a woman in the way that a drag queen is a woman. but they all don't mind being called feminine terms

Gumiho and Bubbles knew each other first; they met at a bar and hit off and now they're besties. they both met Al on an outing to its hair salon. they were gossiping Very Loudly about their crimes (Bubbles's general theft and Gumiho's literal man eating), and Al sort of wormed their way in by holding that knowledge over their heads, becoming the group's leader very quickly. but it's okay now they're all on good terms

[syringesyrup]

Favorite headcanon for every ghoul! Go!

goood question

my fav hc for dew is actually my voice claim for him or his eyes (he is partially blind in one of them due to his transition)

for swiss, it’s that he has a big ass family. two moms, his dad, plenty of siblings and nieces and nephews. he’s the middle child and he’s very very big on family, it’s why he’s so affectionate with his pack.

when mountain isn’t drumming, he has a huge passion for piercing/tattooing. he’s p much covered head to toe in body art and has a back piece with plants that symbolize each member of his pack.

rain is def bioluminescence. i was a massive godzilla kid and i’m a huge fan of the way they use bioluminescence in his more recent adaptations and it’s p much where i got the idea from. he uses it as an intimidation display sometimes

aurora also has a similar thing w bioluminescence but hers has more to do with light reflection rather than something like rains, who radiates light from his body. ykwim? her horns and skin are iridescent as well.

i don’t have like. anything for phantom but i like the single white hair streak. reminds me of a darker time in my life…..(if u get it u get it)

cirrus would probably just be my hc that she’s the alpha. they hate to see a bad bitch telling everyone what to do. she’s my silly rabbit but she runs this band like it’s the navy. she loves her ghouls very very much and her and dew are kind of co leaders of the pack they have a warrior’s bond (bipolar disorder)

cumulus would have to be that she has a big passion for fashion and that she’s the smartest out of all of the ghouls. she’s literally elle woods from legally blonde like

sunny is so scottish to me like she has big red curls and freckles and has the biggest swearing problem out of all of the ghouls she is the embodiment of idgaf she’s winning the idgaf war

aether would have to be that he has a interest in healing magic, not just bc he’s a quintessence ghoul but bc he picked it up during dews transition bc he wanted to help him and it just kinda stuck ya know. he loves helping people and it makes him feel like he’s picking up where omega left off. it gives him purpose.

i don’t have a lot for any that aren’t current ghouls but like. ifrit is alex turner. mist is a wine aunt. zephyr is Old as shit. ivy is the reason mountain got into tattooing and body art and was mountain’s mentor not just for drums, but for that as well. uhhh omega was very into astronomy and space in general. and alpha had a problem with accidentally setting his guitar strings on fire when he first was summoned (he just got too excited u guys…)

i def have a lot more for each of these fuckers but i’m sick rn and my brain is making microwave noises i cant think of shit