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Intertwined // 02

02 - No Judging*

pairing; noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilo

warnings; cigs, college? lol, fratboy folio, short time skips, one bed? technically?, mutual masturbation, panic attacks, 18+ MDNI

masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3

word count: 3.5k

a/n: don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

future chapters w smut will have a * by the title

NICHOLAS

It’s the morning after Noah’s night terror and we’re scrambling to get to our first day on time. I swing through the kitchen grabbing a banana for breakfast. Noah digs through the pantry and eventually stumbles across a granola bar that I’m not quite sure is still good.

“Hurry, we can’t be late for orientation.” I warn while snatching my car keys from the counter.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Noah calls, this time from deep inside the freezer trying to find another snack. He jogs back with two uncrustables, one for him and one for me. Grape for him, strawberry for me.

We hurriedly pile into my beat-up Corolla and hit the road towards our college campus. Thankfully we live close enough to campus that we don’t have to pay for dorms.

Silence fills the car, it’s the first time during this hectic morning that we’ve been able to talk.

Noah pulls a box of Newport Menthols, flipping the top open and sliding a cigarette out of the box. He keeps the smoke steady between pursed lips while he lights the end, it sizzles a cherry red, followed by thick smoke immediately filling my car.

“Hey! What did I tell you about smoking in my car.” I grumble leaning across his lap to swivel the window by the crank handle while keeping a hand on the wheel.

“Gosh Nick, if you wanted to get in my pants so bad you could’ve just asked.” He jokes with a goofy smirk.

I roll my eyes. It’s far too early for nonsense. “Shut up.”

He grows quiet and take a long drag of the cigarette and blows smoke out the window opening. “Sorry. I know I kept you up.” He says quietly and plays with his seatbelt, keeping his eyes low.

I tug at my lip pondering what exactly I should respond with. Anxiously I tap my fingers along the steering wheel. “Was that the first time that’s happened?” I ask, glancing over at him.

He exhales out the opening again and taps the cigarette on the window to knock off the ash. “No.” he says meekly after a bit of silence. In his lap, he’s picking at his cuticles and intently watches the assault on his hangnails. “Sometimes they’re worse.”

“Worse?” I raise a brow over at him, “How could they possibly be worse?”

He sighs. “I don’t know. Sometimes I sleepwalk during the terrors, sometimes I don’t.”

“You’ve slept over my house like a million times and that’s never happened before?”

“I mean I can’t control it. It just happens.” He shrugs and takes one last puff before disposing the cig then rolling up the window.  “They happen a lot when I’m stressed.” His fingers return to their plight on his cuticles. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? For what? You don’t have to be sorry.”

“I know but… I should’ve told you before you let me move in.” He sighs deeply and slumps in his seat. “I’m sure you – or your family – don’t want me just screaming in the middle of the night.”

I turn on the street of our campus. “Noah, I don’t know why you think our love is conditional.” Though I do know why he thinks that. “My mom loves you, you know that.” I pull into the first parking spot I see, under a large tree for the shade. “Plus, you know she’s been trying to get you to move in with us since forever.”

A tiny tight-lipped smile forms on his lips. “Yeah, I know.”

I glance at the clock and a jolt of panic shoots through me, “Shit, we’re gonna be late.”  

“Ah finally!” Nick exclaims once we make it into the hall that orientation is being held in. The instructional flyer folded in his hand is soon smacked against Noah’s head. “What took you guys so long?”

“Doesn’t matter, we’re here now and nothing is even happening yet.” I snap, stealing the flyer and smacking him back in the same way.

“Jeez okay.” He dramatically rubs his forehead over his backwards hat.

“Shouldn’t you be with your ‘frat bros’ over there Folio?” Noah asks, pointing to the large group of boys in polo shirts and baseball caps behind him.

Nick rolls his eyes, “Can you leave me alone?”

“What’s your name again? Kappa Apple Pie?” Noah teases with a chuckle.

“Oh my god shut up. No, it’s not that.” He says defensively.

“You don’t remember what it is do you?” I smack his shoulder laughing.

“…Listen, I’m NEW.” A slight red tint coats his cheeks from embarrassment.

I lean on Noah’s shoulder and we’re both nearly in tears from how hard we’re laughing.

He crosses his arms and turns away from us, “You guys are so annoying.”

“I can’t believe we had to sit through that bullshit for a whole hour at 7 am.” Noah kicks the dirt in front of him as we walk to our first class, English.

“Yeah, it was lame.” I say mindlessly, playing with the strap on my backpack.

Noah looks over at me concerned, “You okay?”

“Huh?” I snap out of my daze and shake my head. “Yeah, yeah. Just tired.”

Truth was, I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. There was a tiny guilty part of me that almost wanted for it to happen again. Why would I want my friend to have a horrible dream like that again?

Maybe I just liked the extra warmth he brought to my usually cold and empty bed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back on the floor tonight and you won’t have to worry about my tossing and turning.”

“Oh no, no.” I’m quick to respond, “No, it’s okay. I think it would be better for you to just sleep in my bed. Ya know, in case it happens again?”

He furrows his brows at me and for a moment I get an odd pit in my stomach that feels like I’ve been caught in a lie. “Are you sure? Because you’ve never been a fan of sharing beds before?” He seems to remember something causing him to bust out laughing. “Remember that time I kicked you out of your bed in my sleep when we were like in 6th grade?” He nudges my shoulder, still laughing hard enough to shake his entire body. “You’ve made me sleep on the cold, hard floor ever since then.” He said with a playful pout.

“I didn’t ‘make you sleep on the floor’,” I roll my eyes. “You broke every single blow-up bed we got you.”

He giggles, “I know I’m just playin’.”

I sigh, “But yeah. If you wanna keep sleeping in my bed that’s fine.”

“Cool.” He says with a smile. “It sure beats the cold, hard floor.” He teases dramatically.

“Shut up.”

“Guys!” Calls a voice from behind us and both of us turn to look at the source.

Nick catches up to us with a taller, bearded man following close behind him. Both of them are wearing similar hats with the same frat sigils on them.

“Hey Folio.” Noah and I say almost in unison.

“Hi guys, so, this is Bryan. He’s the sophomore that’s supposed to be mentoring me.” He introduces the mystery man with showcase-y hands that would put Vanna White to shame.

He waves a small awkward wave, “’Sup.”

“Our frat is throwing a party at the end of the month to kick off the new school year. Bryan said I’m allowed to invite whoever I want. Right Bryan?” Folio grins wide, evidently excited.

Bryan looks exhausted, like a mother who’s been with their toddler all day. “Yes. I did say that.”

“Well, that’s really nice Nick but you know we’re not really party peo–”

Noah cuts me off, “I’m down.” He says quicker than I can even stop him.

I snap my head at him confused. “You are?” I knit my brows at him and hope my eyes communicate my confusion.

“Yes.” He says through the teeth of his forced smile. “Yes Nicholas, and you’re coming with me.”

“What? I never agreed–”

“Great!” Exclaims Folio, looking extremely eager next to Bryan who looks like he’s in desperate need for a quad shot of espresso.

We were barely invited to parties to begin with but whenever we were, we’d always just stay home and play games. Which I was fine with. I’ve always fine with just staying in with either just one or both of them. Since Nick was on the football team, he sometimes went to their parties, but Noah and I never did. We would literally sit and talk about how parties are stupid and overrated and overwhelming.

Nick wanting to go to his frat party made sense, but Noah? I wasn’t expecting that at all.

Bryan and Folio went separate ways for their classes while Noah and I kept walking to English.

It was quiet between us for a bit, probably since Noah knew how I felt about his choice. I finally broke the silence. “Why the fuck would you say yes to a frat party?”

Noah sighs, “C’mon Nicholas. We’re in college now! We should be doing college things!”

“What happened to saying parties are overrated and scary?”

Noah stops walking and I quickly follow suit. “I don’t want to be lame anymore Nick.” He says like it’s the most serious thing in the world. “I want to make friends and do college things and get drunk and meet girls!”

For some reason his words sting in a way I’ve never felt before and it bubbles an unexplainable anger in my chest. “Fine. But I’m not going.” I begin walking towards class again, this time with heavier, faster footsteps.

“What!” Noah calls after me, though I’m confused as to why he’s so shocked. “Nicholas! Wait!”

I let out an exacerbated sigh and stop, letting my head fall back so I just stare at the fucking sky rather than him. “What.”

“Please, c’mon” He whines and takes my wrist into his hands. There’s an odd, tiny buzz that tingles where his fingers meet my skin but I don’t think much of it. It must just be static electricity or something. “I can’t go to my first college party ever without my best friend.” He tugs playfully at my arm. “Please?”

When my eyes finally land on him, he’s looking at me with a pout and puppy dog eyes that I never seem to be able to say no to. “Fine. One party. That’s it.”

A huge grin spreads across his face and thanks me by pulling me into a big hug. “Thank you!” He pulls away still holding my wrist. “It’ll be fun! You won’t regret it. I promise!”

Something tells me I will most definitely regret it.

Noah had slept in my bed for the past couple weeks and it was the closest we’ve ever really been physically. It got old really quick with the way he kicked in his sleep and how his boney knees would somehow always end up in my back. But as the fall weather began to roll in and the colder the nights got, I grew to be grateful for his warmth.

I didn’t think much of it until one morning I felt something poking at my back. I let out a sleepy groan and rub the sleep from my eye, readjusting slightly until I realize what is jabbing at me. As I turn onto my back, Noah wakes up slowly, but his eyes shoot open when he feels his erection poking at my hip. He immediately moves his hips back and brings more duvet to cover himself further. “Shit, I’m sorry.” His cheeks flush.

I eye him and am soon confused as how my body is reacting. I’m hard at the thought of him being hard next to me. Or maybe I was already hard when I woke up, that definitely must be it.

I clear my throat, “It’s fine. It happens.”

He nods without another word and looks everywhere else but me.

“What do you… normally do when you wake up like that?” I don’t know why I asked, I know the answer.

“I… you know.” He says quietly.

“Do you um… want to do that right now?” I want to hit myself.

Why would I fucking say that?

“Well…yeah. But I can’t exactly do…that.”

“Why not?” I blurt out and feel immediate regret. I don’t know what’s driving my words but it’s definitely not my brain.

He looks caught off guard, which makes fucking sense because why the fuck would I say that. “I mean… you’re here.”

I press my lips together before speaking again. “I won’t judge. I…want to, too. So, if we both do it then… we can’t really judge each other, right?”

His eyes scan my face, maybe to see if I’m joking. “Right. Uh, sure. No judging.” He nods, “So I guess, um, I guess I’ll just start then.”

He hesitantly spits into his palm then slithers his thin lanky arm down beneath the covers and into his PJs, he hisses, probably from his cold of his hand.

My heart is beating so hard in my chest I think it might rip through my ribcage. When his hand starts moving it occurs to me that I agreed to this too and nerves fill my body. What was I thinking, why would I do this. We’re both virgins except for an awkward blowjob I got junior year, so I’ve never done anything like this with anyone nonetheless a boy, my best friend … who’s a boy. But my body doesn’t seem to care since I think I’m the hardest I’ve ever been. He’s still facing me, but I feel weird about it, so I lay flat on my back facing the ceiling, which he promptly copies. I spit into my own hand, trail my arm down and dip into my own loose PJ shorts.

“Fuck.” Noah breathes out inadvertently and immediately blushes bright strawberry pink. Something about it only makes my cock pulse more in my hand, I want to hear him say it again.

It’s pure bliss once my hand rolls around my member, then up and down trying to match Noah’s speed. He’s ahead of me and by the sounds of it coming close to his end. I try my best to keep my eyes on the ceiling while I palm myself, but my eyes keep glancing over at him. I feel him doing the same. Even though I can’t actually see anything, just seeing the duvet rise and fall along with his noises are enough to make precum leak from my tip. The faster he goes, the less control he has over his grunts and moans. They’re high pitched and whiney, not really what I’d expect them to be since his voice his so low.

There’s a short fleeting thought about what it would be like to have his hand do this to me instead. But the idea of it pushes me even closer to my climax. Though I’m almost scared to cum next to him, I’m not sure why, embarrassment maybe? That doesn’t last very long since I feel a familiar knot form in the pit of my stomach. My cock is throbbing and feels so fucking good in my tight grip. I bite down on my lip trying to last longer than Noah.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He says urgently. His movements are desperate and sloppy and he’s practically bucking his hips up into his hand. “Fuck fuck fuck.” He whines before going completely rigid and letting out a string of whimpers.

His noises send me over the edge, “Fuck.” I groan lowly, pumping myself even faster, chasing my own high. It feels like my body is vibrating from the buzzing that spreads across my skin. It hits me harder that any orgasm I’ve ever had, euphoric pleasure washes over my entire body as I spill into my shorts.

Our chests are rising and falling quickly, and the heavy breathing is the only noise filling the room. I’m on a fluffy cloud of bliss until I’m ripped down with the reality of what we just did. My eyes grow wide, my heart starts pounding in my ears, I don’t dare look over at him.

“I, um,” My brain is too dizzy to even form a coherent thought. “I’m gonna…clean up and uh, shower in the other bathroom.”

I jump out of bed, flinging the duvet behind me, probably hitting Noah in the face but I don’t care. The walls feel like they are being vacuum sealed around me and getting out of the room is the only thing that will save me.

I need to get out

“Um.” His voice wavers, giving away just how equally jarred he is of what we just did. “Yeah, yeah. Sounds good. I’ll go shower in our bathroom.”

I’m already halfway out the door with a fresh outfit and a towel in my arms by the time he finishes his statement. “Okay. Cool.” I say quickly and shut the door behind me. I press my back against the door, letting my head fall back.

What the fuck was that?

It’s less suffocating in the hallway but I still can’t take a full inhale of air. It’s as though I’m being strangled by a ghost.

I quickly recognize that it’s a panic attack that’s creeping up my spine.

Normally when I have panic attacks, I go to Noah, or I use my inhaler. But both are in my room right now.

How am I supposed to go back into my room and ask Noah for help after what we just did… that.

“It’s okay.” I reassure myself breathlessly, unable to move my body. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to focus on my breathing enough just to walk. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Abruptly, the door behind me is pulled open and I stumble back so hard I think I might land on the ground.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t know you were still there.” He begins with a slight awkwardness in his tone. His eyebrows furrow at me when he notices my jagged breathing. “You okay?”

The moment my shaky eyes meet his, he knows.

I don’t know how he knows, but he does.

He always knows.

His demeanor is immediately urgent.

“Okay, just… here.” He holds my biceps in his hands, gently tugging down on them. “Sit down. It’s always better when you sit. I’ll be right back.”

I nod while air is still struggling to make it into my lungs. I follow his suggestion and slide down the frame of my door onto the beige carpeted floor and lean my head back against the frame. The room is spinning around me and my chest aches so much like there’s a cinderblock resting on it. Sweat builds up above my brows and everything feels both freezing and scorching at the same time.

Noah returns with my inhaler and a folded up wet towel. He places the cold towel on my forehead because he knows cold will help shock my system and help ground me. I feel almost guilty from how well he knows how to handle this song and dance with me.

“Here, c’mon.” He holds the inhaler just in front of my mouth and I hesitantly wrap my lips around the plastic.

“Okay, breathe in.” He instructs gently. I slowly inhale and he presses the metal down for me, releasing the medicine. “Good.”

He sits back on his legs, and I let my head fall back against the wall. My eyes close while I let my lungs regulate themselves and try to focus on the cold on my forehead.

I’m suddenly incredibly embarrassed at all of this. I just jacked off with my best friend, then had a panic attack because I jacked off with my best friend, and now he’s helping me calm down from said panic attack.

When I finally crack my eyes open, he’s watching me with concern on his face. His eyes are placid, and the edges of his lips are turned down. “Are you okay?” He asks softly. “Do you feel better?”

I clear my throat and pull my body to be more upright against the frame. “Yeah, yeah. Thank you.” I look up at him briefly then down again. I can’t bear to look at him right now.

It occurs to me that he might think this was because of what we did.

Which, it was.

But he doesn’t need to know that.

“I just have this history test today.” I blurt out. “I’m just really stressed about it.”

He just blinks at me.

“Okay.” He replies simply.

He plays with his hands anxiously for a short bit. “It doesn’t matter.” He says quickly.

“What?”

“It doesn’t matter why you’re having a panic attack.” His fingers subconsciously pick at his cuticles. “Or where. Or when. Or how.” His eyes fall to his hands. “I’m here anyways. Always.”

I stay silent because I don’t quite know what to say but he looks back to me sternly.

My stomach flips inside out when he holds out a pinky to me. “Okay?”

I meet his dark brown eyes and they’re full of something I can’t place. But it fills my chest with an overwhelming feeling of safety and stillness. It’s the same sort of safe and sound you only feel when you land in your own bed after a long day. Which confuses me. I’ve never felt that with a person. I’m not sure I even knew that was possible.

I timidly bring my pinky up and hook onto his.

A small smile forms on his lips, “Always.”

I squeeze his pinky, “Always.”

Next Chapter -> 03 - when the party's over

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[roseworth]

vote in my poll boy but also im gonna skew my own results by giving my opinion. here’s my personal ranking of rose writers

sean mckeever: FRESH HELL <3 literally THE rose book. also tt03 #57 slayed. he ALMOST gets knocked down on the list because a) the fucking shitshow that was terror titans and b) he backtracked on like 3 different character arcs as soon as he started writing tt and it pisses me off. but he redeemed himself with fresh hell

geoff johns: i hate johns so much. but he solidified sooo much about rose as a character that he has pretty much the definitive rose. what he did completely defined rose's relationship with her father and her attitude towards the titans/being a hero in general. whether they realize it or not, every rose writer after johns is writing his version of her. as much as i hate him he is one of the best rose writers and i will stand by that

christopher priest: i have not made it a secret that i love ds16. there are some aspects of his characterization that i dont agree with but for the most part he killed it tbh. hating her dad but still coming back to him, loving her brother but still keeping him at arms length, HOSUN!!! HER HMONG FAMILY!!!!!!! ily priest

ed brisson: SLAY. the only reason he's not higher is because i dont like the fact in general that she chose to be on stormwatch (she would not do that), and he used baby rose in ktr and didnt even mention lili (and DID mention that foster family. im still mad). other than that!!! everything about her struggle to be a good person in batb was soooo good, and so much about ktr was so good for her <3 thank u mr brisson

marv wolfman: i feel a little bad not ranking him higher given that. he created rose. but she doesnt really do much in the issues he writes. which is fair given that she was a new character that was just made to hang around on the sidelines at the time, so theres not a lot to judge in his writing. but he definitely laid the foundation that johns expanded on, and he was the one that made her so uh thnx marv

jt krul: i wish he had gotten more time :( i wish he had gotten to do whatever he was planning with lili, i wish we could've gotten to see more of his rose. his rose was def a different take than before given that she was more... mellowed out ig? it was a lot more lighthearted, just her hanging out with the team, being an older sister to damian (<3), and looking for her mom. hes not my fav just because i like it when shes a crazy bitch instead of a normal girl, but i completely understand why people like his rose. not to mention tt03 #77-78 slays so unbelievably hard

jay faerber: NANNY ROSE <33333 i love love love rose in titans 99 <3 this version of rose is DRASTICALLY different than any other rose, which is the reason hes in the bottom half, but i like it in the sense that its nice to know that she was just hanging out in between the two worst things to ever happen to her (her mom dying & slade drugging her). rose with roy and lian lives rent free in my head every single day of my life i love it so much, also that issue with rose & toni was so fun. titans 99 rose you will always be famous

adam beechen: he is going to hell for what he did to cass but for rose? he was fine. he helped with that one really good wilson family arc (tt03 #43-46), and wrote the only pre-52 rose & jason interaction (#47) so he gets points for that. and batgirl 2008 was pretty good for rose. but unfortunately he just didnt make enough of an impact on me to be ranked any higher

matthew rosenberg: unfortunately im mentally ill so i have a detailed explanation of what i think of rosenberg's rose but the short version is: i like him, he writes a good rose. its fun, shes well-written for the most part, but there are some :/ parts about it to me. i think if he continues writing her he'd be ranked higher but for now hes sitting pretty near the bottom of the list

devin grayson: i used to really like devin grayson's rose but. i have since changed my mind. it doesnt feel like rose. this is NOT the rose that stabbed her eye out because she thought slade was disappointed in her! shes too Quirky Girl here even though this is theoretically during the period where shes being drugged (honestly. i dont think grayson actually knew about the super soldier serum. and if she did it does not show) and we've seen rose in this era in tt03 and bg00, and this arc does not read as the same character at all. it was a good arc for her, and she had a lot of good moments here! but the characterization overall wasnt great

joshua williamson: i won't go on a whole tangent about the way williamson writes but. he has no sense of character voice, his characters all feel like blank slates to get the plot across, there are no character decisions being made besides what's needed for the plot. theres not a lot that i can put my finger on and say that its bad, but there are so few choices being made that its hard to say anything about his rose. to put a completely different character in rose's place in robin 2021, all you'd have to do is switch a few words around. williamson uses a vague idea of who a character is to guide what he wants them to do, and all his characters come out shallow. his rose wasnt BAD but it wasnt good at all

scott lobdell: every day i blow on a dandelion and wish for scott lobdell to kill himself

[fabrickind]

How do you become a professional cosplayer? Thnx :)

Hello there!

Short answer is: you don't lmao

Long answer is: it's complicated and incredibly difficult, and depends on what you mean by "professional."

If you mean "someone who judges contests and/or gets invited to cons," the VAST majority of those aren't professionals. They may or may not get an appearance fee, even, depending on the con. (Note to cosplayers: don't let cons take advantage of you by not paying you for your work for them! Always get per diem, travel, and hotel at BARE minimum, and preferably also an appearance fee.) This isn't that hard to do, but you need to have a portfolio that backs up why you would be a good guest, and a good reason why you'd be a good guest. It's just a matter of emailing and/or applying to cons. I've only guested once, but if you want tips, I can give them.

However, based on the phrasing, I'm assuming you are a newer cosplayer who isn't ready for that yet. I assume this because if you've been around a while, you know that this isn't a question. Not "this isn't a question you ask" (as in, we don't talk about it in polite society), but that this isn't really a *thing* in the way that people outside of the cosplay community seem to think it is.

(Side note: I remember this question being asked for at least 15, 20 years online lmao it's easier to make money cosplaying now than it was then, but it's still incredibly difficult to make a living wage and fully support yourself on cosplay.)

There are professional cosplayers out there, as in, people who make the majority or all of their income from cosplay. They tend to be few and far between, and one of the open secrets of the community is that some people who try to make a go at it are supported by a partner or family with money.

But! There are ways to make money as a cosplayer. It's difficult and unlikely, especially with how saturated the market is, but there are ways.

This is all from a USA perspective, which I assume you're from or at least a similar culture, since you're asking me and not, say, someone living in Japan.

Do commissions. This works once you have a high enough skill level to have a client base that wants to pay you for those skills. It's difficult to both get enough commissions and finish enough commissions to have a living wage, though, so it's really only recommended if you are fast at it and/or are okay with it being a side gig.

Start a business selling resources. Patterns, 3D models, resin kits, etc. You'll be operating on thin margins, there's competition out there, and you'll need to be good and fast at these things, but some business prowess, skill, and a bit of luck, and people have done it. Some people also sell tutorials and such, but I don't know how much they make.

Sell prints. This is going to be the hardest of these to make a living wage on. You can couple this with other things on this list to add supplemental income. Basically, sell pictures of yourself online and at cons, start a Patreon, become a booth babe (there isn't enough in the way of "official cosplayer" jobs to make a living on, and usually you aren't paid much and still have to make the costume), etc. This bullet point usually goes with the next two.

Become an influencer. Confession: I don't know quite how this works, but your money would be coming from sponsorships, paid posts, youtube ad revenue, etc. This is also a lot of work, and you would basically be hustling 24/7. Think of the direction you would want to take this and what specific thing you would offer that sets you apart, and.....figure out how to become an influencer lmao. idk if there are cosplay influencers that make a full living off of it since it's a somewhat newer field and far from what I do, but the margin of success is also pretty small, I'd imagine.

Sex work. This is even further from what I know about, so I have NO idea how much money you would make or how to get into it. I'm sure there are guides online. You can do anything from the extremely soft (think gravure modeling: sexy clothes, lingerie, sexy poses, light nudity) to harder stuff (depicting sex acts, whether solo or with toys or partners, catering to fetishes in addition to cosplay, camming, etc.). This is going to be difficult as well and while all of these are not for everyone, this one especially. (Honestly not my thing at all but so much respect for people who can handle it.) You'll want to keep yourself safe online for SURE if you go into this, and it will require stricter safety measures than the rest of these (which also require strict safety measures). Also think long and hard about whether you want the stigma following you: unfortunately, our society still stigmatizes sex work, and you can lose jobs, friends, etc. if people find out, and it'll be hard to physically get and keep your money because of banks and credit card processors not accepting sex work money. This isn't to say "don't do it" but it's something to really think about and look into. IDK where to get advice on the cosplay specific side of this, but Slate's How to Do It column has had a few letters about sex work generally over the years -- here's a few -- and usually Stoya points the letter writer to further resources. (Also tends to be only cosplay adjacent from what I've seen? You'll be dressing up but won't be wearing much in the way of costumes lmao)

There might be more ways that I can't think of, but these are the main ones you will encounter. Again, being a professional cosplayer isn't really like....a thing. Most people who have done it have had a long and difficult career of carving out space for themselves and finding income streams. There really isn't something, at least here, that is having someone pay you to exist in cosplay, unfortunately.

I'm also assuming you aren't talking about costuming generally as a career, which is a whole different ballpark. Actually, that might be something to look into as a career to fund your cosplay hobby (and possible cosplay side gig) if you are interested. Otherwise, enjoy it as a hobby, slowly build a business if you think you are up to it, and see where it takes you. :]

I hope that helps! Good luck

[nerdy-talks]

Do u read webcomics? If so any recommendations? I need new stuff to read so I’m asking around lol thnx!

I do, lovely anon! ^u^

My top three favorite webcomics/manwha are Killing Stalking, Bloody Sweet, and Dreaming Freedom.

I actually just started reading Dreaming Freedom a few days ago. And I'm hooked! Maybe it's just me ... but every time I look at Siyun's adorable face, I can't stop myself from imagining Yandere!Solomon (from Obey Me! obviously lol)

I am simping HARD for this man! And not just because he's beautiful... I am seriously in love with his entire personality! I tore down the red flags and raced towards Siyun without looking back lol

There's also the fact that Siyun is a lowkey(?) Yandere, which is a major selling point for me. Honestly... He reminds me of an overprotective puppy dog, which is actually a huge compliment even though it may not sound like it

Not to mention the fact that I ALWAYS have a thing for characters with tragic/sad backstories, especially characters that have white hair at one point or another (for some unknown reason... it usually just works out that way xD )

Plus Siyun says things like this :

Oof! My heart!~ 💙

Next : I was extremely happy to find out that Bloody Sweet is getting a physical release. And you can bet I picked up Volume One the first chance I got!

Naerim is super relatable, and Fetechou is beyond adorable. He can have my blood anytime >:3

I've only read Bloody Sweet once before online, and as far as I can recall.... Fetechou also has a very tragic past.

He also says things like this ~ :

Oof!! *clutches my chest* My heart!!! 💙

Fetechou's heterochromatic eyes and lil' fangs are everything. And I ADORE his personality <3

Then there's Killing Stalking. Not exactly a wholesome, heartwarming story by any means. It's actually loaded with plenty of potentially triggering content. But I still love it.

Killing Stalking is another manhwa that I was sooooo surprised to hear was getting a physical release. I'm all caught up (three volumes have been released so far), and I cannot wait to finally own the entire series! ^^

To be fair, I was rooting for YoonBum the entire time. I wanted the absolute best for him. I wanted him to get a happy ending. YoonBum deserved someone who could give him a stable, loving, nurturing home filled with patience, acceptance, and understanding. Someone who could shower him with positive affection, boost his confidence, and give him a sense of self worth in the best ways possible.

Sangwoo, on the other hand... I have mixed feelings about him lol

I really do feel bad for him. But thinking in a realistic sense.... Sangwoo's personality would keep me on eggshells, I don't know how I would be able to comfortably manage a situation like that.

Although, when he comes off with lines like this :

Bad enough you shatter legs, but then you have to go and mess with my heart and mind too?! 💙

Not gonna lie.... I'd rather stay with YoonBum. At least I'd be able to trust him better and rest easier near him haha xD

Anyway! Judging from my picks and these characters, can you see the overwhelming desperation that resides within me to receive any form of genuine intimacy and the crushing desire to feel truly needed due to being deprived of such things for so long? Because it's there! Just look closely and you'll definitely see it! Hahaha! Haha...ha.... T^T

[koskela-knights]

I’m trying to make my own AW2 playlist of chapter ending songs—do you have any recommendations? Feel like we’re similarly obsessed with the spiral…

Thnx for your question! And well yeah I might be a bit obsessed with the spiral/loops and its endless possibilities & scenarios that could've been 👀

Besides the official ending songs the game already provides, there are some other songs that give me general AW/AW2 vibes or specific feels for certain characters! I've been pondering about songs to share for a while, so this is a great opportunity! Thnx again for the ask!

Also feel free to share your own songs in my inbox if you feel like it :D

It's gonna be a long post so buckle up 😅

This is the moment to share my love for Lord Huron, specifically their Strange Trails album but also Vide Noir one.

Strange Trails is, to me, an album about being lost and cursed and it's about love. Honestly, I don't think The Night We Met is a good representative about the entire album.

Meet Me In The Woods

This entire song just screams Alan Wake to me.

I took a little journey to the unknown, And I come back changed. I can feel it in my bones. I fucked with forces that our eyes can't see. Now the darkness got a hold on me.

(...)

How long, baby, have I been away? Oh, it feels like ages though you say it's only days. There ain't language for the things I've seen. And the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams.

(...)

I have seen what the darkness does. Said goodbye to who I was. I ain't never been away so long. Don't look back them days are gone. Follow me into the endless night. I can bring your fears to life. Show me yours and I'll show you mine. Meet me in the woods tonight.

Like, how can you read those lyrics and not think about our boy Alan.

2. Way Out There

Drifting in a land time forgot If you think that I've changed, you know me not I belong bodily to the earth I'm just wearing old bones from those that came first I been unraveling since my birth

Those lyrics and partially the song in general remind me of Alan in the Dark Place trying to escape. How many loops has he been through? (Thus in this context, kind of wearing 'old bones from those who came first, aka older iterations of Alan himself) Also, the theremin they use is so fitting and it's an instrument often used in horror movies so <3

3. Vide Noir (both album itself & song)

Where can you go when it’s all in your head? These are the last words that I ever said Where can you go when it’s all in your head? These are the last words that I ever said

Tbh, this album also gives off major Control vibes with its themes and songs about the Astral plane & the black void. Many other songs on the album talk about the main character getting lost and drifting in-between time/space and living/dying

4. War by Poets of the Fall

You might be familiar with the song already and its music video 👀

I like how all the Poets were involved in the video as Taken (have you seen BTS shots of Olli with a fake beard?!!) Anyways, the song makes me think of how Alan has to remember that there are people out there who want to help him. That there are people out there fighting against the Darkness, even if he is mainly unaware and might even feel he doesn't deserve external help. It also reflects Alice being Alan's bright light in the darkness, and the reason he wants to keep fighting to get back to her.

In a similar vein, Lust For Life (also PoTF haha) this song could also be seen through an Alan/Alice lens, the shared shoebox mechanic and Alice trying to help/guide Alan back to the real world.

What is lost may be found Safe and sound

5. Hello Cabaret by PoTF

Now this song is maybe one of my faves of the Ghostlight album. Relistening to my fave lyrics of the song, it reminds me of the Koskelas and Ilmo specifically.

For when you come calling Dancing on my grave For all my choices made Judging me for how I played The hand you dealt me Stains the blood that flows

(...)

Of all I once did love but lost Nothing comes without a cost The wise fool said that's just the way it goes

(...)

Most will never comprehend Till' they're in the very predicament

To me, Ilmo at the end of the game is heartbroken and dead inside now that his other/better half is gone. The 'you' in question here might as well be the player or Scratch/Alan and he feels judged by the narrative of his previous actions. He's made decisions and sacrifices and used the Cult as a palpable 'villain' for the greater good. Something many probably didn't/wouldn't understand unless they were in his shoes.

6. Chasing Echoes by PoTF

It's a fun coincidence that in AW2 you have literal Echoes to chase huh.

Is this a role or disguise seeking mercy in creation? Just another device or truly a time when we will rise? Oh one and all, to the occasion And bridge the gap to see the other side?

The more on-the-nose/literal meaning aside, I think this song can be read as another one about Alan trying to escape the DP/spiral upwards toward ascension. Again, there's a 'you' in this song that could be interpreted as Alice who is a light inside Alan's darkness.

7. Brother by Lord Huron

How long have I known you, brother? Hundreds of lives, thousands of years How many miles have we wandered Under the sky, chasing our fear? Considering the spiral and the historical background of the Koskelas and their (indirect) ties to the Huotaris, they might as well known each other/been brothers for longer than what we see in-game. Some kind of trouble is coming Don't know when, don't know what I will stand by you, brother 'Til the daylight comes or I'm dead and gone

(...)

I know we can't stop what's coming But I will try, oh how I'll try Will you fight with me, brother One last time, one last fight

We know Ilmo got visited by the Dark Presence and has had nightmares about killing Jaakko. Luckily, he rose above that (as far as we know) but I think the dread and fear of losing Jaakko keeps lingering just underneath the surface. Personally, I enjoy the thought of people sometimes remembering the previous loop/spiral and that those affected/remembering would try anything to keep the loop from repeating.

8. You Belong To Me by Cat Pierce

If you're a fan of Alan/Scratch, this song has that obsessive/possessive vibe to it that seems to be a dialogue/mix between them.

I've heard allegations 'bout your reputation I'll show you my shadows if you show yours Let's get it right dear, give a good fight dear We'll keep it all up behind closed doors

(...)

I must confess to you, I want to possess you Feels like we're dreaming, we're tripping and reeling Just say that you belong to me I could get lost in the feelings we're feeling Just say that you belong to me

[thegreatimpersonator]

hi! i have very bad social anxiety, but im going to guts this weekend! thnx xanax! anyway do you or any followers have suggestions for lowkey outfits? i know its silly but im very scared that everyone will think i look stupid and they'll make fun of me. (im plus size so people do sometimes take mean videos of me, it happened in line at eras tour last year.) i saw someone wearing just black sweatpants with purple ribbons on the sides, and a tshirt. i might try that. do you think people will judge me if i dont already own an olivia shirt?

omg im so happy you're going! you're gonna have a great time. and it's not silly at all to worry about an outfit, everyone does it. i think your suggestion sounds great! a good tip for a lowkey outfit is to take one symbol of the artist and incorporate it instead of a bunch of things you know? just focusing on one is good, so in this case the ribbon on the pants, or if you want other options maybe butterflies or stars, or just the color purple in general.

also as someone who went to the eras tour multiple times as well as many other concerts and can compare them, the eras tour is an entirely different beast and I'm sure olivias won't be anything like that. i've seen wayyyy less commotion about outfits and their importance at the shows. and no one's gonna judge if you don't already have a shirt, most people don't wear merch to the concert and if they do it's one they bought at the venue that night. you're gonna have an amazing time, i just know it. and it's amazing already because you're challenging yourself to face a fear and that's so important and im proud of you for doing it! i'd love to hear how it goes for you and if you have any other questions/concerns, i'd be happy to try and help!

[doubledeadstudio]

I was so excited to see that one of your inspos for the game is Red Embrace: Hollywood! I played it for the first time earlier this year and it has been on my mind ever since. I’m really looking forward to seeing the impact RE:H has on Reanimated Heart, as well as discovering everything that makes this game its own unique and special story. I’m already so in love with the demo and I can’t wait to purchase the full release! Thnx for maintaining this blog and for making this VN :] Cheers!

Oh, yes!! Actually, RE:H was the catalyst for making RH (ok it doesn't even escape me how similar the acronym is now). I thought the set-up and the character dialogue was so intriguing, and something that I already do in my own writing, that it inspired me to make my early drafts of RH. Even some of the features it has right now, I was inspired by RE:H.

For example:

Being locked into a love interest's route and having that alter the perspective of the story you're seeing

Being able to go to the love interests' "locations" and conversing with them about themselves, their lives, etc.

Being able to converse with random NPCs in meaningful, but ultimately, irrelevant ways -- there's a lot of value in just getting to talk to people, and never seeing them again

Of course, I found a lot of things contentious about it too, but I think it's good to consume things that you feel is good, but ultimately leaves you unsatisfied... Like, this dissatisfaction inspired a lot of things I'm going to be doing in RH.

Also, in case someone brings this up: I know there's a lot of similarities to Crux and Marcus, but this is weirdly just a coincidence. Actually, I played it because someone I've been roleplaying with for years played it, and she was like "ok I'm crushing on this char bc he reminds me so much of Crux" and I was like "I'll be the judge of that" and... it's crazy, but she was right LMAO. Sometimes edgelords just think alike.

[orphicchronicles]

social media is fake so get to know me via online quizzes 🤭

enneagram: 7w8

the enthusiast - “the busy, variety-seeking type, spontaneous, versatile, acquisitive, and scattered.” as a seven, one of my basic fears in life is the feeling of being stuck, trapped, or “negative” emotions. this has created a deep wanderlust within my soul and i am constantly homesick for places i haven’t been before. i tend to swing between 6 and 8 for my wings, but ive noticed that internally i very much so align with my 6 wing, while externally i tend to present my 8 wing.

myers-briggs: infj-t

infj’s are named as “the advocate” and are one of the most rare personality types. infj’s reflect introverted, intuitive, feeling, and judging traits. as an infj, i like to say that i experience the world in an extremely intense way. according to the 16 personality website (link below!) “infj’s tend to carry around a sense of feeling different from most people.” i’ve forever been the type of person to float around to various different friend groups, genres, hobbies, etc. while that has been difficult for me to deal with the turbulence of sudden change, it also has giving me the opportunity to meet amazing people all over the world and cultivate experiences that are so incredibly rich.

moral alignment: chaotic good

folks who are part of the “chaotic good” moral alignment tend to “value personal freedom and the greater good, even if it means breaking the law or disobeying authority figures.” we tend to be motivated by a desire to do what is right, but sometimes may not always follow the expected rules of society. as i’ve crossed the threshold into adulthood (barf), my eyes have really been opened to the horrors of the world we live in. i will always, always, ALWAYS be on the side of humanity & equality. periot.

star shit: cancer, cancer ☀️, leo 🌚

i am the textbook definition of a cancer. that’s all you should need to know. 🤟🏼

what tarot card am i: the empress

according to wikihow, this is what the empress card means: “you exude, divine feminine energy. as the empress, you embody grace, abundance, nurturance, and creativity. you’re an artist by heart and a giver by nature.” the description goes on to say, “you are in touch with the mystical world around you and you seem to know things others don’t, and feel things others can’t.” due to the flavor of christianity i grew up in, i was always warned away from anything spiritual - since im a hedonistic, deconstructed, hard-hearted sinner and left the church, ive started learning about other types of spirituality!!!

my taylor swift era: evermore 🍂

“she would’ve made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s fucked in the head, they said” yeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh that one tracks 😅

what is my aesthetic? indie

“your style is unique and artsy with a hint of nonconformity. you love indie music, films, and a free-spirited lifestyle.” TLDR: my aesthetic is essentially the quirky middle school art teacher.

thnx 4 letting me share ✌🏼

references/links to quizzes/personality tests:

[stand-up-and-screamo]

hi lif! sorry this took so long but thnx for the tag <3 @lifbitch (also, great advice lif, it actually really helped me in relation to what's in mine, thankyou)

No pressure tagging: @kohtoyah @redminibike1 @ashnagog @idontmeanto @jzmn8r @jxm-1up @eternalqueenofthemyscira @vanillachip101

1) Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.

okay so i have this book where i dedicate each page to a different album i like, and draw something for it, and then add all my favourite lyrics, so i'm hoping I'll get that filled up!

2) Rec a book!

oh this one is tough but Battlefield Earth by L. Ron Hubbard - i loved the writing style and it managed to hold my interest through the whole book (which is over 1000 pages long), and the story had so many different elements to it, mixing both prehistoric times with space tech and it was just such a good read.

i'm currently reading IT by Stephen King, and again, the writing style is amazing and it flows very well, so though I haven't finished it, i recommend that as well :)

3) Rec a fic!

this is from the red vs blue fandom and i love it, but be warned, it is Very graphic and violent.

Enough, Enough - h o l y s h i t . this fic is so good and it made me cry so many times and god felix is just evil in it but he's still my fav little guy, and it's just the most heartwrenching, sad, beautiful, ugly and painful thing ive read for this fandom and it's just. amazing. and multi chaptered :)

4) Rec music!

(lif that album is awesome, thank u for introducing me to it so long ago)

i have been listening to so much different stuff lately idk where to start.

Asking Alexandria by Asking Alexandria - love love love this album

Wretched and Divine: The Story of the Wild Ones by Black Veil Brides - no no no this album rocks i love it so much, all their stuff is so good

Happy Never After by VOILÀ - this album is so good, these guys are amazing, they are so great, talk to their fans, and their music is beautiful, theyre making a name for themselves

5) Share one piece of advice!

Don't worry about what others think.

recently i noticed i'd been purposefully not reblogging things i like cause my followers didn't like them, and i was worried they might judge me for it, and then I stopped and thought why am I doing this? i'm on here for me, not anybody else, my blog is for things i like, not others, if somebody is going to unfollow me for reblogging the things i like then they're not really worth my time. so yeah. do what makes u happy and don't worry about other people judging you. it's your life.

Summer Reading/Writing/Arting Tag

Tagged by: @evilwriter37

Tagging: @ashleybenlove, @knowerofuselessfacts, @eddieelliotmunson, @poisonedyouth, @stand-up-and-screamo, @jayalaw, @strawbearri-frog, @thetrapperstrap, @envydean, @uh-ohspaghettio, @cascigarette, @fictionalnormalcy, @flurbejurbvondurp, @iidigestive-readerii, and @thepagemasternerd

1) Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.

I just finished my first ever novelette “The Dragon Mark,” and I actually really loved being in that world. I am planning on writing a companion piece, “Zhang Jue’s Demon,” and I just want to know more too! Maybe I’ll start writing something from the character Yuxuan’s POV before he’s assassinated. He seems fun to work with. Am I planning a book? I don’t know, but I would love to stay with these characters for the summer.

2) Rec a book!

She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan! It’s great political and war fantasy and with only 411 pages it still somehow seems so jam packed! It’s also queer in its own way. Basically the main character was told her fate was nothing, to truly be nothing. So what does she do? Try to steal her brother’s fate after he dies, and she takes on his name, Zhu Chongba. So publicly, one of the main characters is a man and has roles that a man would have. Another central character is a eunuch general named Ouyang, and I love him. This takes place near the end of the Great Yuan Dynasty (the rule of the Mongols) and the rise of the Ming Dynasty.

But okay if you need a summery book read Son of a Sailor by Marshall J. Moore. Pirate Captain Quint Thatch goes back to his island home of Ember Bay after the death of his father, and is trying to hide his pirate identity from everyone. This doesn’t go very well because his crew eventually shows up, and two parts of his life collide. It’s summery, it’s fun! I didn’t even think it’d be my kind of book and I adored it. The author suggests reading it near a body of water and with a cold drink nearby, and I heartily agree!

3) Rec a fic!

Holy crap, A Thousand Lives is so good. It actually understands the Force and the Jedi! It’s a Star Wars: Rebels AU where Kanan is an Inquisitor hunting down Ezra while he slowly falls in love with Hera. The implication of a thousand versions of them existing that’s put in the epigraphs is truly fantastic. I don’t usually like Star Wars fics because of how many people misunderstand the Jedi but this one was truly amazing. I can’t wait to read it again.

4) Rec music!

Fam, I’m forever listening to the album If I Can’t Have Love, I Want Power by Halsey. I do want to update my music at some point though, see what my favorite artists have been putting out.

5) Share one piece of advice!

Find something you like and own it, without any shame. If others want to join then good! If people want to be negative about what you enjoy then they’re not worth your time. Your own enjoyment is precious, and when you work towards it you will find moments you like—or even, love—existing in.

[iwantmyinsanityback]

Supernatural season 13 ep 16

Holy balls y’all had that one ready to fire

I guess I’ll have to check out this one (1) episode

[lemonlover1110]

Hiya Lemon 🍋 not sure if you have a character limit so I’ll request a jjk men hc where they react to being jealous of the attention their crush is receiving from other people~ thnx & lmk if it’s too much

The JJK men jealous when their crush is receiving attention from other people/is being flirted with

Contains: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Suguru Getou, Kento Nanami & Sukuna (not much)

*These are short and fun to write. I hope this meet your expectations<333

*Also @ikisstoji helped me out with this. Thank you meow meow<3

Satoru Gojo

He’s definitely the type that will try to get your attention when he’s jealous. Also a bit touchy, trying to send a message to anyone. Not even mentioning the fact that he'd be rude to anyone else but you.

“Hey!” Satoru calls out your name. Although you aren’t dating and he doesn’t plan on confessing soon, he can't stand the sight of anyone gawking over you. You told him you were going to grab a cup of coffee with some old friends, but he didn't know that these friends would be of the male sex.

"Hey, 'Toru! What are you doing here?" You wave at him. It's truly a coincidence that you're both at the same coffee shop. He invites himself over to your table, and he grabs a chair, bringing it right beside you.

"Just came here to grab a coffee... Work has been exhausting." He shares. He looks at your friends. Judging them, and they feel it. He throws his arm around your shoulder before looking at you, "Who are they?"

"They're my friends. I told you I was meeting up with them soon!"

"Oh, right..." He responds. He carries off with a conversation, completely excluding your friends from the conversation. He subtly touches your arm, pretends that there's something on your cheek just so he can caress it. Subtle touches.

They're not verbal words, but they get a message across.

Toji Fushiguro

He knows it's not your fault, and that he has no right to feel the way he does because you're not dating. But he gets mad at you, and gives you the silent treatment.

You're the pretty bartender that he set his eye on. Toji doesn't really drink, but he comes here almost every night and wastes some money on a beer for the attention that you give him. You're bound to catch on soon that he has a crush on you. He only orders one beer and spends the rest of the night talking to you.

"Hi, Toji. Your usual?" You question, a smile on your face. He smiles back, or at least it seems like a smile. He nods, and while you prepare his drink, a group of people walk in. It makes Toji roll his eyes, thinking about how your attention will have to be shared.

You put the drink down in front of Toji, your attention shifting from him to the group of people. Young guys. No older than 25. They're quick to compliment you and make some flirty jokes. And your response is a giggle, the same one that you'd give Toji. Although you'd flirt back with him.

But his jaw still tightens. You're doing nothing to stop it. You just laugh. A fucking laugh.

"Oh, they're a handful." You comment as you walk back to Toji. He doesn't say anything, he sips on his drink. "Everything okay?"

He hums. However, for the rest of the night he's quiet.

Suguru Getou

Canon curse user Suguru Getou would kill them right on the spot. But since he's sane in this one, he'd keep quiet. He'd get annoyed, but he wouldn't really do anything.

Tonight is the night. He'll finally tell you that he likes you. You look so beautiful tonight. You're out with friends, and when he catches a moment alone with you, he'll tell you everything. How he's been feeling for months.

The waiter keeps being so sweet with you, and while he does feel jealous, he doesn't say or do anything. He keeps treating you and the waiter the same way as before although he does want to tell the waiter off.

"Don't you think he's cute? He definitely thinks you are..." Shoko comment, and you don't say anything. You laugh. Suguru bites his tongue.

His plans do slightly change, and instead of confessing, at the end of the night he keeps quiet.

Kento Nanami

Like Suguru, he keeps quiet. He side-eyes whoever it is, but he doesn't say anything. But he realizes he has to take matters into his own hands.

"Satoru, what are you doing? We have to get going." Kento questions, a bit annoyed over the fact that Satoru is holding you up. You have a mission together and Satoru is delaying you. Wasting your precious time.

That's to not mention the fact that the sight of seeing you together fills him up with rage. It's so clear that Satoru likes you. Who gives so much attention to someone they don't like?

"I guess I'll get going now. I'll see ya later." Satoru says. Satoru tries to joke with Kento, but he's ignored. That rage slowly calms when Satoru goes away.

"Do you like him?" Kento asks, and you shake your head.

"Why? Do you like me or something?" You question, mostly as a joke but hoping that he gives a serious answer. The serious answer being a yes.

"Well... Maybe a bit."

Sukuna

The moment he feels jealous, he's killing them.

"Hey, Sukuna, come meet my- Oh-"

[pondering-apollo]

BACK AGAIN HAHA ok 13 with Porco? (≖ᴗ≖✿) though you can change the character if you want. just 13 in general is *chef’s kiss*

I finally did it! Omg the way that this just fell outta me today when I shoulda been doing a million other things. finally showing my boy Pock some love 💜. I hope it's okay @xokiddo! Not that I feel any pressure writing a request for you - queen of Porco content herself🤣😭. If it's shit please don't judge me okay thnx. 🙈

A Country Once Called Marley

Pairing: Porco x reader

Setting: canonverse

Wordcount: 4,487

Tags: Forbidden love, Marleyan/Eldian divide, Desperate affair, Smut, Angst, Bittersweet, Porco is a little shit (but also cute with it.)

Age guide: 18+

The air was hot as you stepped out on to the dock. The devastation wrecked across your continent had left entire cities ablaze, and the horizon in most directions glowed a hellish hue of orange.

Perhaps this really was hell on Earth.

Still, you could brave it for this. Brave it for him, as you waited in one of the last island havens Eren Jaeger’s army of titans had left for you all. Waited for him and his comrades to return.

It would be wrong to call it coming home, because this was not it - it was not the shores of Marley - and you had also never been such a permanent fixture in his life as home might suggest. Not really. But perhaps now you could be, once things began to rebuild. Who knew what state he would return in, but it didn’t matter. Because you would give him something new to live for, from now on.

Your gaze stayed fixed to that distant point where the bloody sea met the crimson skies, and as you waited for that tiny dot of ship to appear, your mind tumbled backwards. Towards a different time.

Your first impression of Porco had been that he was such a hot-headed, flippant asshole. Not the sort of guy you’d end up falling for. Absolutely not.

He’d come in to the little bar where you worked after training, maybe once or twice a month. You were immediately aware of his status as a warrior because of his armband. It was that same armband that both marked him apart from you, but also marked him apart from his own people, too. Warriors may have been labelled as ‘honorary Marleyans,’ but truthfully, just because he was allowed entrance into Marleyan establishments and permitted to use Marleyan facilities, he would never be seen as anything other than Eldian. None of them would.

Perhaps that’s why you took pity on him, that first time he came up to the bar. You’d seen the others before; you didn’t know their names, you only knew of them by the titans they held for the Marleyan army. The Cart, The Armour, and The Boy Wonder who possessed The Beast. If the rumours on the street were true, then the honey-haired man before you must have been -

“The new Jaw Titan?” You asked as you glanced pointedly at his armband. He rested his elbow on the bar, flashing it at you as though you’d call someone to throw him out if he didn’t.

“Yeah,” he grunted. “Four beers.”

You arched a brow at him. “Are you old enough to drink?”

His face flushed a deep shade of crimson. For some reason, the sight made your stomach twist with satisfaction. You’d grow to learn how much you loved to make Porco blush right across his nose and up to the tips of his ears, although for slightly different reasons.

“Are you kidding?”

“No. You look about fourteen. Almost too cute to be a warrior.”

He looked as though he wanted to punch something. You bit back a smile.

“Well,” he forced through clenched teeth, “if I’m old enough to fight your wars for you, then I think I’m old enough to order a fucking beer, don’t you?”

You should have had him tossed out for that. Warrior or not, there was no way you should allow an Eldian to speak to you in such a crude manner.

But you didn’t. You just smiled politely at him. Because he was right, after all.

“Fair. I’ll bring them over.”

If he was surprised, you never knew, because he spun on his heel like a whippet and marched back over to his table. You could still see the way the tips of his ears glowed though, as you lined up the bottles of beer on the counter.

Perhaps that was the start of it, all the way back then.

Perhaps hot-heads were your type, after all.

By the fifth time Porco visited the bar where you worked, you knew you were in trouble.

The snark between you both had grown to the point that it was bordering on flirting.

Well, no. Who were you kidding? It was definitely flirting.

It’s not like you could act on it, though. You’d disgrace yourself. Disgrace your family. Disgrace the establishment where you worked.

You did your best to ignore the little voice in your head that told you it would still be worth it.

You caught him eyeing the new dress you wore as you uncapped his drink. It was navy, A line, and cut just to the base of your knees - the latest Marleyan fashion. You liked to keep up with such things. It would seem trivial to you in later life, after everything. But at that point, you were still young and free, and the extent of your worries was how others might judge you by your sense of style.

“You look nice today.”

He drummed his fingers on the bar top. Maybe it was impatience for you to hand over his beer. Or maybe it was because he itched to touch you in that figure-hugging dress.

“Porco.”

You set the drink down in front of him, but your hand lingered. You’d asked him for his name the second time he’d visited. He’d thrust it at you like an insult, but all you could think of was how nicely it would roll off your tongue. You made a habit of using it wherever you could, after that. The first time you’d called a Warrior by their name.

Now, you were looking at him beneath long lashes, your teeth catching your lower lip at the side. You didn’t want him to give you compliments like that, because it only made the way your stomach would flip at the sight of him even worse.

He arched a brow at you. “Just an observation. Last time I checked, I was still permitted to make those around here.” His arm jerked; an exaggerated flash of his armband as it sat snugly around the arm of his bomber jacket. When you didn’t respond, he simply scoffed, swiped his drink from you and walked away.

Your fingers tingled where he’d brushed them, and you found yourself hating how much you wanted him.

Amidst the sultry, cloying heat of one of the hottest summers anyone could recall, your resolve finally gave out.

You wore your navy dress again.

The Warriors sat around one of the wooden benches in the little courtyard out back. It was far too warm to sit indoors; you could feel the sweat clinging to your own brow and neck as you fetched drinks back and to from the bar.

When you came up beside their table, you caught the back end of a conversation that made your heart sink to the pit of your stomach.

Words about deployment and war and leaving this place behind for a time, spoken by the bearded blonde - Zeke, you knew his name now. He was no longer just ‘The Beast Titan.’

“You’re leaving?”

The words slipped out before you could help them. Blonde eyes behind round-rims flashed at you. He looked annoyed.

“That’s none of your concern.”

But you didn’t care. You weren’t looking at him. Your gaze had gone straight to Porco.

He shrugged, nonchalant. Knocked some of his beer back. That green jacket he always wore was discarded on the bench beside him; red armband pulled taught around the curve of his bicep, on full display in the short-sleeved white shirt. You tried not to stare.

When he set the beer down, he wasn’t looking at you.

“Yeah. Be gone a while, I expect.”

But his cheeks were mottled a subtle pink again.

You collected the empty bottles from their table and left. Inside, the heat clung to your skin and seeped into your lungs, making you suffocate. You fanned at your neck. A shame what was currently fashionable was also not the most practical for weather like this - all straight necklines which cut just at your collarbone and three quarter sleeves which hugged your arms. You should have chosen a lighter colour, at least.

Porco’s words played over in your head. Be gone a while. They were leaving for that war with the East Allied Forces - that would be it. You’d read about it in the newspapers. Who knew when you’d see them all again, after today?

Who knew when you’d see him?

You were too busy trying to cool yourself and your raging thoughts to hear the footsteps approaching from behind.

A hand tapped your shoulder. You spun quickly.

Bright, amber eyes gazed back at you. Porco’s hair had become disheveled in the heat; strands slipping from their usual, perfectly slicked-back placement and hanging before his eyes. He pushed them back with his fingers, doing his best to smooth his appearance. The bridge of his nose was flushed from the sun.

The sight made you ache for him between your legs.

“When do you leave?” You asked quietly, your back resting against the bar-top. He seemed impossibly close, all of a sudden.

“Couple of days.”

You stared at one another for what felt like an age. Eventually, his gaze shifted. Travelled slowly downwards, towards your mouth.

You swallowed. “In the cellar. There are some crates. I need to -“

“Want me to move them?�� His eyes snapped back to yours.

“Mmm.” It was the only sound you could bring yourself to make.

You shouldn’t have taken an Eldian behind the bar with you - even one that was supposedly an honorary Marleyan - but that would be the least of your worries in a few moments.

He followed so closely behind you, you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. It made the base of your spine tingle.

You fumbled with the door handle to the cellar steps.

“Here.” He reached straight past you, the heat of his chest pressed flush to your back, and turned the brass knob.

The door gave. You practically fell through it. Your hand found his, and you tugged him down the steps after you.

Your shoe had hardly met the stone floor when you were twisting, fingers fumbling for the waistband of his pants. You hooked, tugged him backwards with you.

The cellar wall was cold as it struck your back, and you moaned in both relief and anticipation. A moan that was swallowed an instant later by Porco. He crushed his mouth to yours greedily, a hand slamming into the wall beside your head, caging you in.

All at once your body was alight again, burning up beneath his touch now in a way that no cold stone could ever cool.

His kiss was demanding, the way he moved his lips against yours desperate for reciprocation. You gave it without hesitation, parting, surrendering to the intrusion of his tongue. You slipped your own tongue into his mouth, tasting him. He moaned in return, forcing your head back against the stone as though he wanted to devour you through the force of his kiss.

His hand was at your leg. Sliding beneath the skirt of your dress as he pinned you to the wall with his sturdy frame. Your fingertips dipped beneath the hem of his shirt, nails dragging on the grooves of his abs. His own fingers dug into the meat of your thigh, coaxing you to lift your leg. You felt yourself clench in anticipation, your hips rolling into him as your heel tucked neatly at his backside.

“Really want to fuck you.” His words slurred as he refused to break contact with your mouth properly.

“Mmm. Fuck me, then.” You pushed your hips harder against him, squeezing your leg to further convey what you wanted from him.

He pulled back only slightly, hand still resting on the wall by your head. His breath fanned over your lips. He smelt of the beer you’d been serving him. “Really?”

You could feel the hard line of his dick pressing into you through his pants. He knew it was wrong just as much as you did. But it only made you want him more.

“Please, Porco. Do it now.”

Do it now, in case you can’t do it ever again.

He didn’t respond with words. His hand slid the rest of the way up beneath your dress. Callouses ticked your sensitive skin as he dragged them along the inside hem of your panties. You pushed your forehead against his, squeezed your eyes shut as he travelled down along the curve of your ass, keeping your leg hooked over him. Fabric was nudged aside, and then he was at your entrance. His fingertips slid between your lips easily, but he didn’t enter you.

“Shit. You’re so fucking wet. Were you like this serving me drinks?” He whispered the words against your cheek, breathing raggedly. You could feel the way his chest rose and fell against you.

“Porco.” His name was a plea as it left you. You’d no idea how long it would be before someone came looking for you.

A low growl vibrated from him. He filled you with two fingers to the knuckle.

“Oh my - shit.”

His mouth found your throat, kisses lazy and wet lining your jugular. You fisted his shirt in trembling hands, thrusting yourself forward onto his digits. He curled, and you keened without shame.

His hand left the wall and clamped over your mouth. “Shhh. Someone will hear.” It stayed in place as he began to pump into you, punctuating each intrusion with a come hither motion which made you see stars.

You whimpered against his hand. Felt yourself clench around him. Only to find him gone a second later.

“Not like that,” he hissed. You felt him yank his zipper down. After a moment of fumbling between you, he had you pinned up against the wall, knees hooked over his arms and underwear shoved aside.

The stretch from his cock was beautiful agony. You gasped, fingernails raking and clawing the shirt at his shoulders, trapped between him and the unforgiving wall as he slid into you to the hilt. The way he filled you left tears at the corners of your eyes; it left you teetering along that delicious edge of satisfaction and discomfort. The way he held you there for a moment, in his arms and impaled on him, only made the heat pool quicker between your legs. You tensed your thighs, squeezing him impatiently. You felt his dick throb between your legs.

“Come on,” you moaned. “Fuck me, Porco.”

He scrapped his teeth along your skin, before running his tongue over the same spot. “Say please,” he huffed, and his breath rose goosebumps in it’s wake.

You slid a hand up the back of his undercut, into the longer strands of hair. Tugged hard. You’d have called him an awkward ass, if you’d had any will power at all. But you didn’t. “Please.”

That was all the encouragement it took. He withdrew slowly, but joined you again hard. You gasped as your back slammed against the wall. It only spurred him on, his dick driving inside you repeatedly with lewd, wet thrusts that echoed around the cellar. In the dimness, you could see the desire burning in his eyes as he brought his face back to yours; noses knocking and teeth clashing with clumsy kisses.

Your legs began to tremble, but his hold on you never faltered as he fucked you well; arms tensing when you dug your fingers into the smooth muscle.

“Show off,” you panted.

He adjusted, leaning into the wall slightly so that he could still hold you up with one hand and slip the other between you. The skirt of your dress was shoved aside, and then his index and middle fingers found your clit. Static shot up your spine.

“Say it again.” His voice was horse against your lips as his fingers drew tight circles through the fabric of your underwear.

You groaned, defeated.

“No?”

“Porco - hah!” The ability to think coherently left you as he rubbed you harder and faster, still filling you up with his dick each time he passed over your sensitive nub.

“That’s what I thought.” He nipped at your lip, his thrusts erratic now that he was trying to touch you at the same time.

It didn’t matter though, because you were already hurtling towards your climax. You squirmed, and he pulled his hand back to steady you both against the wall again.

The sudden loss of his touch burned. You clamped your thighs around his waist. He met you deeper, adjusting his angle so that his pelvis could meet yours flush and neat. You couldn’t ever remember feeling this full before.

“Yes- please- yes-“

He brought his hand to your mouth again, forehead resting against yours, eyes screwed shut.

“Shut the - fuck - up!” He hissed raggedly, pounding into you with abandon. “Need you to - ngh - come - before -“

He didn’t get to finish before you whined low in your throat, the sound muffled behind his hand. His grip at your thigh bruised. Your vision blurred with tears, your body contracting vigorously around his cock as you were pinned in place against the wall with it.

He tilted his head so he could meet you head on with his glassy gaze again, mouth parted slightly, face flushed a beautiful crimson, hair once again disheveled. He looked out of his mind with the sensation of you coming apart with him deep inside you.

You felt his length twitch before he jerked back, leaving you achingly empty. His desperate moan echoed around the cellar as he spilled over onto the floor, head pressed to your shoulder. You had no idea how he still managed to keep you both upright.

Eventually, he let you down onto your feet. You stumbled, and he caught you, one of those sturdy arms snaking around your waist. Your lips brushed his, slow and lazy now, both of you spent.

“Porco,” you murmured. You felt as though you might melt, with the way he was looking at you there in that moment. “Come back. Come and find me again.”

The corners of his lips twitched upwards. If he wasn’t so tired and sweet-looking, you might’ve called it a smirk. “Like there’s any doubt.”

The months without the Warriors were long; your days suddenly so much more boring than before. You tried to enjoy the gossip some of the female patrons brought in; tried to lose yourself in buying new clothes and showing them off to the other boys that would frequent the bar - the Marleyan boys, the sort of boys you should want.

But their banter just wasn’t the same as his. They just didn’t rile you up in the same way; didn’t posses the same cheeky smirks or biting comments that were almost too close to the knuckle. Their ears didn’t grow pink when you bit back.

You lost count of how many times you lay in bed at night and slid your hands beneath your bed covers, under the silk of your nighty, thumbs brushing your nipples and slipping between your legs as you pictured his face. That beautiful, raw look in his eyes as his cheeks flushed pink and his hair was mussed up, drunk on the feeling of being inside you.

You started buying the newspaper on your way into work each morning from the newsstand on the corner. You’d tear through the pages in the afternoons, when the bar was quiet, desperate for some news - any news - of the war. Praying you didn’t find casualties within the tightly printed text.

Eventually, though, you read the words you’d longed for: victory was Marley’s. Your heart stuttered, tears springing to your eyes when you learned they would be returning within the month. Your heart lifted, you wanted to sing praises to whatever god had granted you this second opportunity to fall into his arms.

He was home less than two days before you were blessed with the sight of him strolling between the double doors, clad in his usual white shirt, khakis and bomber jacket. That red armband glared at you from his bicep, but you ignored it, caught up with wondering whether he’d always been quite this handsome.

“Hello,” you said coyley as you uncapped a bottle of beer behind the counter.

He gave you a lopsided grin, an elbow resting casually on the bar top. “Hey. Fancy seeing you here.”

“I know. What a surprise,” you drawled, sliding the beer over to him.

“Miss me?” His brow twitched as he took a long sip of his beer.

You watched the way his throat bobbed, already hot and heavy between your legs.

“Maybe a little.” You bit your lip, returning your gaze to his. “Been a pain not having a strong arm around to shift some of these crates, downstairs.”

“Oh yeah?” He set the bottle back on the bar top, his gaze wandering over the yellow dress you wore. Your latest purchase - bought especially for his eyes, as soon as you’d learned of his return. You wondered whether he approved. “Plenty of Marleyan boys around here. Sure they would’ve helped you out.”

You clicked your tongue behind your teeth, eyes rolling. “They don’t know what they’re doing like you do.”

That was all it took. He had you spread out on your back across one of the crates of beer in the cellar; panting and moaning, panties by your ankles and his face buried beneath the folds of your dress as he made you come with his mouth.

“Fuck,” you choked. “See why you got the Jaws, now.”

He chuckled, breath ghosting against the slick, hot space between your legs, and if you weren’t about to come before, that sound sent you tumbling over the precipice.

Your dizzying affair with Porco lasted far less time thank you’d have liked. All too soon, reality as you knew it was torn apart. Your steady, pleasant little existence was ripped out from under you by the assault on Liberio, and in no time at all, you found yourself repeating those familiar words to the beautiful honey-haired boy with the smart mouth.

“Come back. Come and find me.”

He took your face in his hands, both of you wrapped in the shadows of one of the industrial buildings on the quayside. No-one would be around at this hour; the stars above blinking down on your farewell.

“Like there’s any doubt,” he whispered, capturing your lips with his.

The heartbreaking thing is, this time, you really believed him.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of waiting, you spotted the ship on the horizon.

Had they always moved this slow?

By the time it came upon the dock, your fingernails were bitten raw, your heart pounding so loud in your chest that you could hear it in your ears.

You watched the gangplank clunk into place. Tried to push towards the front of the crowd to get a better view of the passengers as they disembarked. You couldn’t buy a new dress, this time, but that hardly seemed like it mattered anymore. Besides, keeping up with fashion was something a refugee like you could no longer afford. That was for a different life, one that had come before, when you were young and careless and free.

It had been less than a year, but somehow, you felt so much older, now.

You clutched the skirt of your worn, yellow dress, palms clammy, eyes searching desperately for a shock of honey-coloured hair. A pair of bright, amber eyes. That wicked smile that had your knees weak and stomach flipping every time.

One by one, the passengers left the boat. The deck above began to thin out; to empty. All around you, people embraced their loved ones and wept tears of joy, but there were no familiar features to greet you. With every passing minute, your heart began to fracture, your stomach lurching with that sickly foreboding that you didn’t want to acknowledge.

But as the crowd finally dispersed, and you were left hanging over the railings with a deep ache in your chest, you realised you had no choice but to face it.

He wasn’t on the boat.

He didn’t make it.

You doubled over, a hand coming to your mouth to stifle the sobs which refused to stay put. Tears dampened your cheeks.

Porco was gone.

This time, he couldn’t come back to you.

Something tugged and snapped in your chest, but before the storm of emotion could come rushing out of you in earnest, a sound stopped you.

A chuckle. Deep and hearty. Familiar.

Your head snapped back up to the boat, and at the edge of the deck, finally, you saw it.

Honey-coloured hair.

Amber eyes.

… two pairs of amber eyes.

Your gaze found the smaller boy beside Porco; the image of him in so many ways, except with darker hair. Both of them were grinning, nudging one another. They reminded you of two brothers being playful.

Wait.

Didn’t Porco tell you once that he’d had an older brother?

The left side of Porco’s face glimmered strangely in the light for a moment, and your stomach twisted at what you were convinced was the image of steam, but then it vanished just as quickly as it had appeared.

He paused whatever he was saying to the younger boy. Peered over the deck. Caught sight of you.

His grin broadened. You smiled too, right up into the apples of your cheeks, sweeping away the tears with the back of your hand.

But then the image of him flickered, like a reflection in pool of water. His face fell, brows scrunching together and lips parted, as though he wanted to say something to you, but he knew you wouldn’t hear across the distance that lay between you both.

“Porco …?”

As quickly as his name fell from your lips, the breeze caught it, lifting the sound swiftly and carrying it away across the sea.

You were alone.

Years past. You found a new home, in the little island that took you in when more than half the world was wiped clean from existence. You made a family, a new sort of life, so very different from the one which came before.

By the time life was good enough to buy pretty dresses again, your skin was wrinkled and hair grey, and you fancied you couldn’t quite pull them off as you once had.

You still thought about him, though. The smart mouthed Warrior. The Jaw Titan.

Porco.

And as you would grow old and stiff and irrelevant to the world around you, at least to you, he would be granted that beautiful state of eternal youth.

Forever preserved in your mind with that slicked back, honey-coloured hair, beer in hand and bomber jacket discarded in the summer heat.

His eyes bright and filled with the promise of things to come, as he gazed at you across a bar, in a country once called Marley.

[diavolosthots]

Could you make a headcanon about the brothers reacting to their mc getting bullied at human school bc of clothing style and bc mc is a bit of a nerd?

The clothes I wear look prob pretty formal (sweater with collar) and people comment on it. I'm also the silent one of the class and I'm a bit of a nerd. I don't like reading tho 😅

Thnx for reacting to my ask 😊💕

True story: in grade 8 a dumbass thought I was a robot because I had the highest grade in all my classes and apparently "no human could naturally be that smart" so obviously I mustve been a robot 🙄

Warning: mentions of bullying

THE BROTHERS reacting to MC being bullied because of clothes/nerd tendencies

Lucifer:

And they say demons are cruel. Do they not have anything better to do than comment on someone’s clothing style or *checks notes* ability to learn? It confuses him more than anything but it also just annoys him. Humans really are something else and if you don’t think Lucifer will personally be there for a surprise visit in the middle of your math class, think again, because all of a sudden there’s a very tall, very annoyed, very scary looking man with his arms crossed in the middle of your classroom. 

“Now, let’s make this easy, shall we? Which one of you pathetic excuses is so much as thinking bad about MC?”

Mammon:

The pain he felt when you had to return to the human world was unreal and he made it a point to always text you and annoy you and make you tell him about your day. He just needed to know you’re okay, okay? It’s hard for him to lose someone and especially after you guys had become so close. Hearing you get bullied just makes everything more obvious to him: you need to come back. So no, he doesn’t take care of the bullies per se, but he does show up and kidnap you and if your teacher says anything? Well…

“Listen up ya old hag! My MC is getting bullied and there ain’t nothin�� you doin’ about that, so I will!”

Leviathan:

God, he relates to this way too much. People at RAD don’t necessarily like him either and both they and him forget that he’s literally one of the seven rulers of hell and he could just… obliterate them. Anyway! He usually keeps to himself and then just… moves on? He tries not to mind them much, but when it comes to you? Oh he’s ready to fight. Have you ever seen him get mad? Like, really mad? No? Well you’re about to. He shows up in his demon form and everything, grabbing your hand, and although he’s blushing, he successfully drags you out and back home, but not before summoning Lotan. 

“Come MC. Lotan will keep them busy.”

Satan:

Excuse you? What do you mean they get onto you for clothes and being nerdy? Now, he can admit that your choice of clothes is… questionable sometimes, but as Mr. one-sleeve, he isn’t going to judge. But nerdiness?! Have they never heard of knowledge? Obviously not, since their pea sized brain doesn’t even reach as far as the window. He’s there, don’t worry. Probably makes it a point to show up during your science class and blow a few people err… I mean things up. 

“Listen here you lowlives. The next person that gets upset over someone being ‘nerdy’ is going up against me, and I promise, your thought process won’t be as quick as my reflexes.”

Asmodeus: 

Well, honey, we DO need to talk about your clothing style. In all honesty, he will probably try to distract you from it more than actually trying to fight against everything they say. He’s a lover, not a fighter, so don’t expect too much. He does, however, not like the bullying and he thinks your nerdiness is adorable! How dare they! 

“Hello my little lovelies…. I heard we have a problem with bullying. Well sit on back while Asmo here tells you a little story about the beauty and the very many beasts.” 

Beelzebub:

His big brotherTM instincts are activated and he’s ready to throw some hands. Let him catch someone actually talking smack while he’s there because he will straight up eat them and no, that’s not a threat. That’s a promise. Might want to call Belphie up too just so he can hold Beel back although spoiler: he won’t. Anyway, Beel makes sure that you tell him everything, including the school’s address, and babe, he’s there before you can blink, throwing you over his shoulder to go home. 

“We’re done here. Say one more thing and I will eat you all.”

Belphegor:

FINALLY his list of why he hates humans can be added onto! In all seriousness though, this just pisses him off. Like, yeah he killed you, but he never mocked your character and he holds himself to that. Who cares if you’re a nerd? Or dressed like a clown/emo/sunflower fairy/whatever? School isn’t a fashion contest for goodness sakes, even he knows that. Much like Levi, he would actually pull up in his demon form and he WOULD bring Beel along so he can eat a few unimportant students. 

“So… who wants to repeat what they said about MC?” 

[defectivegembrain]

Is it embarrassing that I'm an adult who doesn't do drugs?

Like I always feel like such a loser when I hang out w my friends and someone offer me drugs and I'm like "Nah thnx tho"

But in my head: 'oh God now everyone here knows I'm a coward loser boy afraid of one of the few things all of humanity has done: intoxication. Or worse that Im a pretentious fuck who is above them by not accepting the offer.'

Why I don't just do drugs to not feel this way ? My stupid fucked up brain decided. The only thing cringier than being an adult who does not engage in regular intoxication, is an adult who does drugs to seem cool

Well I don't do drugs either. Actually I've never even been drunk, and haven't drank alcohol in years. And I'm fine with that myself. I don't judge anyone who does drugs, but it's just not my thing. So you're definitely not alone, and I don't think it's embarrassing. I think it's a perfectly valid choice and doesn't say anything bad about you. I think a lot of people won't be thinking that sort of thing, and those who do aren't worth your time. It's way more embarrassing to be that invested in someone else's personal choice that doesn't affect you. I realise that insecurities like this are hard to shake, but please try to remember there are plenty of people who won't judge you for that at all.