#not that i am Expecting anyone to reply to this but its ok!

[zoesmp4]

STUPID “love makes you stupid.” carl grimes x walsh!reader

tags: angst, some fluff, violence, blood, 6x9

a/n: omg this req was SO good i am sosososo sorry i couldn’t execute it properly 😭 im not so proud of this one, but i hope its ok!! 

you and carl grimes had been best friends ever since you could walk. you both met when your dad brought you to "bring your kid to work day" down at the station. the scent of coffee and the echo of footsteps filled the air.

it started to seem extremely boring, until a stranger approached you and your dad. you saw a little boy standing next to him, and felt a little less lonely. the man recognized you, though you had no idea who he was. "hi there y/n, this is carl." he introduced.

ever since then, you guys were inseparable. you and carl had a bond which was special, it was like no other. you could be yourself around him, and you could tell carl felt the same. the ease, the comfort, like you didn't have to pretend to be anyone else when you were together.

as expected, seeing him for the first time after the apocalypse started unleashed a unique wave of relief within you. you vividly recall the both of you making eye contact and running toward each other. you hugged each other tightly, as if you'd been separated for years.

"i was so scared!" you said, clutching your doll in your hand. "you don't need to be scared anymore," he reassured. "i'm here to protect you." carl loved to be your knight in shining armor, even when you were young.

through all the dark days, and as you both grew older, you two had always been there for each other. no matter whatever crap life threw at you, you guys stuck together. walker got too close to you? dead.

"i would never let anything happen to you. don't worry." he would always say. he was your closest friend, your ride or die. growing up was hard enough during the apocalypse, but having each other made it bearable.

however, as time passed, you started to feel a different way towards him. you started to feel as if things wouldn't be so bad if you guys were more than friends. actually, it was starting to seem like it was all you could dream of.

you thought it was just a one time thing, but you were dumb to think so. you often found yourself blushing at the thought of him, and when he had caught you daydreaming, let's just say he was curious.

"come on, why can't you just tell me who you like?" he asked, growing more agitated by the second. "shut up, i don't like anyone." you said, rolling your eyes playfully. "bullshit, tell me who it is." he said, looking you in the eye, a grin plastered onto his pretty face.

"nope!" you replied, popping the "p."

carl grimes had stolen your heart, and there was no doubt about it. you knew he had you wrapped around his finger, it was quite obvious when you would stress whenever he got the tiniest injury.

"calm down, it's just a cut." "do you ever shut up?" you would say, reaching for the bandaids on the top shelves of your room. "it's really not as bad as it looks." you knew he was telling the truth, it was never that serious. however, you being you, you couldn't help but worry. 

but now? now it was actually serious. too serious. you felt the panic start to sink in the second you saw ron, a vengeful look on his face, pointing a gun in rick's direction. you froze when you realized who was in standing front of him. it was carl. your carl.

"you." ron said. your heart pounded against your ribs. your breaths were shallow and rapid, as a wave of terror gripped you. surely he wouldn't actually shoot. right? so many possibilities were going through your head at once, it was the worst thing you ever experienced.

fortunately, michonne came in a flash. you jumped slightly when her katana pierced through ron's skin. atleast it was all over now though. rick was alright. carl was alright.

or so you thought.

BANG!

his stupid fucking finger slipped. 

all of your negative thoughts came flooding back into your mind the moment the sound of the gunshot hit your eardrums. however, among all of your worries, there was one most prominent. where did the bullet go?

your eyes darted around before your gaze landed on carl. he had his head down, and when he looked up, it felt as if all the air in your lungs had been sucked out of your body. "dad?" he whimpered out.

he had been shot. in the head. directly into his eyesocket. the amount of blood flowing down his face made you sick to your stomach. it was only a matter of seconds before his body went limp and fell to the ground.

you never knew it was possible to feel this angry. there was no way in hell that just happened, and you couldn't do anything to stop it. it should've been you.

your facial expression contorted into one showing pure horror and anxiety. your eyes widened, tears at the rim, threatening to fall out. you breathed heavily, as you felt anguish and rage twist within you. rick lifted carl into his arms and carried him. that was your cue to pull out your knife.

you and michonne ran in front of rick and carl, killing walkers one by one. you were going ballistic, slashing every walker you possibly could, grunts escaping your mouth with every stab. you were going on a rampage, you weren't even thinking, you were just so enraged. how could you have let that happen to him?

blood splattered across your face, but you barely even noticed. hot tears streamed down your cheeks. each drop carried the weight of frustration and sorrow, their salty taste bitter on your lips. your body started to grow tired, but you kept pushing. dozens of walkers were laying on the ground.

now, the focus was getting carl help. and that's what you wanted. but you just couldn't stop. you were about to plunge your bloody knife into yet another walker, but michonne caught your arm in mid-air.

"that's enough." she said. she noticed how your chest rose and fell at a rapid pace, and the way you looked like you wanted to watch the world burn.

she took the knife from your grasp before putting her hand around your shoulder for a few seconds to calm you down. "we have to hurry." she continued to kill every walker in her sight, one by one. you didn't care that your body hurt like hell, you didn't care about all the blood splattered onto you, you didn't care that you were exhausted.

the only thing you cared about was carl. would he be okay? was this the end? were you gonna lose your other half? your heart ached. you weren't even gonna get to tell him how you felt about him.

after what seemed like hours of running and fighting, you found yourself laying down in the infirmary bed next to carl's. he'd been patched up before you. he was sleeping, and you were glad he was getting the rest he needed.

but every time you looked at him, your chest tightened. he should've never even have to be here. he should've never had to go through that, ever.

daryl had a chair pulled up next to your bed. he was like a father figure to you after shane died. he sighed, wiping your now crimson splattered arms with a wet rag to clean off the blood. "y' used the knife i gave you?" he said, not looking up from your arm. "yeah, it's the best i have."

the silence in the room was so loud. it's not that he was disappointed in you, he was proud you were able to defend yourself. it was the fact that you could've died and you still kept pushing that made him so quiet. he cared about you a lot, and he knew you didn't have to fight so hard, especially at your age.

"why'd you do that?" he asks, finally making eye contact with you. you let out a breath before opening your mouth to speak, "love makes you stupid."

it felt nice, to finally be able to talk to someone about your feelings for the blue eyed boy. after all, you were never gonna tell him, so atleast you could tell someone. "damn right it does." he replied, before lighty ruffling your hair. 

"get some sleep, okay kiddo?" daryl said, wiping the last of the blood off your arms. "yeah, jus- please don't te-" "i won't tell a soul." he cut you off, already knowing what you were gonna ask of him. "thanks." you said, smiling.

little did you know, daryl wasn't the only person who heard your late night confession. a "sleeping" carl stirred in his bed, now facing the wall in the opposite direction of you. perhaps it was the exhaustion getting to you, but you could've sworn you heard a light chuckle.

[kaziwi]

Hellooo!!! may I request a luffy, zoro, and law with fem!reader whos rlly shy and she will just will throw gifts or little notes that say “love u” at him and runs away or hides 😭

separate pls but also if u don’t wanna do all three u can do one! whatever works for u❤️

Shy Reader Who Gives Gifts/Notes To Them

Hiii!!! Thank you for being my first ask!! I couldn't really think of any ideas for Luffy, so I just wrote for Zoro and Law. I apologize for the long wait and I hope you enjoy!

Character(s): Zoro, Law

WC: 1.4k

Zoro

You've had the biggest crush on Zoro for longer than you can remember. The Strawhats had saved your island and invited you to join along, and with this HUNK of a man there who could say no.

You wanted to talk with him so bad, but he was always training and it was just so awkward...you didn't wanna risk a conversation that was mostly silent.

After going to Nami for advice, you decided the best way to communicate would be little notes! Nothing could go wrong...right..?

"321...322...323..." Zoro was in the crows nest, training as per usual. Right now he had so many weights on his back while doing pushups that he couldn't even look up from the floor. He heard the door to the crow's nest creek open, but he didn't have the strength to break his workout and look up to see who it is.

"Oi, who's there?" He asked, but got no reply. He heard someone walking towards him, but couldn't make out who's footsteps they were. The person came close to him, then ran back to the ladder and climbed down the crows nest. Zoro thought it was a bit weird, but maybe it was Chopper dropping off some water, or Usopp searching for Luffy in their daily game of hide and seek. Whatever he thought, as he finished his workout. When he finally put down his weights, he noticed a small note taped onto one of the weights.

"Love u"

What.

Zoro looked at the note like it was in another language. Whatever, someone probably left it as a joke. He went back to training, crumpling the note and throwing it to the corner of the crow's nest.

He thought that would be the last he thought of the note, but that was before he found 4 more in the past hour. Each had the same words, "love u", and it was starting to piss him off. Of course he appreciated the gesture, but he was confused on who in the crew would leave him these notes. Nami???? No, she wouldn't, and if she did she'd charge him for it. Luffy?? No, his handwriting isn't even legible. This was going to bother him all day, so he decided to catch the culprit in the act.

He decided to lay on the side of the railing and take a short "nap." It took about an hour, but he soon noticed someone's presence approaching him. Quietly, the person crept near him and placed a small note on the ground next to him, but just before they turned to walk away, Zoro grabbed their ankle and pulled them down. When he opened his eyes, he never expected to see you there.

"Y/N??? Oi are you ok?" Zoro hastily helped you up. "Shit I am so sorry."

"Its fine.." you quietly reply, he had caught you in the act, you had no idea what to say. It was quiet for a few minutes till Zoro spoke up.

"So...you were the one leaving those notes...right?"

"Yeah..it was me.." you mumbled, looking down at the ground. You were finished, he knew, he probably thought you were weird now and would never want to-

"Next time...sign your name.." You looked up at him, a glimmer of hope in your eye. His face was visibly flustered as he said, "I'm glad those notes were from you ya know, anyone else on this ship leaving them would be weird..."

"Okay...I'll make sure to sign my name next time.." You said, still intrigued by his flustered face. He noticed you staring and quickly walked away, covering his face. You kept leaving notes for him and even small gifts too, and even though you always ran away immediacy after, you always made sure to sign your name.

Law

Your captain was THE Trafalgar Law, like how could you not have a crush on him????

You were a good crewmate and did your job well around the ship, but whenever your captain praised you or tried to have a non-work related conversation, you just got so flustered you couldn't handle it.

Approaching him directly about your feelings wouldn't work...but you had another idea up your sleeve....

Law stopped looking at his clock a long time ago, all he knew was that it was late. He had stayed up late reading a new textbook he picked up at the last island, and the last time he checked the clock it was about 2:19 am.....but that was awhile ago. He swore he was going to go to sleep soon...he just wanted to read about 1 or 2 or 5 more chapters.

Knock Knock

Who the hell was knocking at his door at this hour??? Probably Bepo with a random nightmare he thought as he shuffled towards the door. Law opened it expecting a crying polar bear, but was shocked to see no one was there. He stepped out to see if someone could be down the hall, but his foot was met with a small box. Law picked up the box and looked around the hallway....no one was there. He shut the door to his room and examined the box. It looked.....normal..

Law slowly opened the box and found a small plush of a polar bear. Oh my god???? He loved it???? He examined it more and could tell it was obviously hand made. The stiches weren't perfect, but he could tell whoever made it put a lot of thought into it. He didn't know why someone would make him this, but he didn't really question it cause even though he loved the gift the textbook was calling his name.

Throughout the next week Law would receive a total of 23 gifts. Some being a small note attached with a piece of candy and others being big extravagant displays. He wanted to confront the crew about it and ask whoever it was to stop.....but in all honestly he loved these small gifts. Each one had their own thought to it and the person who gave them obviously knew his favorite things. He wanted to figure out who was giving these to him so he could thank them...and hopefully return the favor.

Law decided the best course of action was catching them in the act...so he set up baby Den Den Mushi's around the Polar Tang that would hopefully catch the perpetrator in the act. He waited till the next time he got a gift to check them, and when he was met with a box of chocolates at the foot of his door, he knew it was time to check.

Your plan had been going perfectly. Throughout the week you had been leaving Law little gifts, hoping that it would catch his attention. Everyone noticed the captain's mood boost throughout the week, so it was obvious your efforts weren't to waste. You wish he knew it was you though....but you never thought you'd have the courage to tell him.

You started to make your way to your room after dinner, when Law stopped you. The rest of the crew had left the kitchen, so it was only you and him.

"Um..is there something you needed captain?" you asked. Why had he pulled you aside?? There's no way he knows about the gifts right???

"Yes actually, I was just wondering when did you learn to sew?" Ok so he definitely knew. No, you could still save this.

"Sewing??? What are you talking about??? I can't sew-" You were cut off by Law shoving a baby Den Den Mushi in your face. He didn't have to play it for you to know you'd been caught.

"I just don't get it, why did you give me all those gifts. I appreciated them of course, but what was the occasion??" Law asked.

"I just wanted to show my appreciation towards you captain...and show how much I care for you.." you sheepishly say, looking down at the floor.

"Well....I'd love to return the favor...maybe I could take you out to dinner at the next island.." You looked up at him, your eyes sparkling. His face was clearly red, and seeing you staring at him made him even more flustered.

"Sure...I'd love that.." you said, letting a smile slip from your lips. Seems your efforts paid off...and it only took a few of sewing classes to do so.

[daydreamgoddess14]

Support System - Epilogue

CH1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7 | CH 8 | CH 9 | CH 10

MASTERLIST

Just a little ending continuation for you. That's all folks - we're definitely done now 😘 Under the cut so you don't get spoiled before reading Chapter 10!

Epilogue

You got back to Nelson Road from a Fab Four lunch where you’d celebrated the sign off of the AFC Richmond Women’s team. The new season was still only a couple of months in, but the change in jobs had so far been incredible. You needn't have worried about getting on with Keeley, or about Rebecca’s terrifying reputation. The four of you gelled perfectly together, and it only improved when you called in the coaching staff reinforcements. The ethos, philosophy and culture of the club had never been so ingrained in its leadership before and it had helped the club go from strength to strength. You’d stopped by the bakery on the way back to the stadium for a box of cupcakes for Ted, Coach Beard, Roy and Nate and left Rebecca at the foot of her stairs so you could carry on and deliver them.

“I’ll come too, see Ted.” She’d followed you through the changing room. You could hear the team in the gym, the coaches were all in the office except for Roy. 

“Oh. Hiya fellas, seen Roy? I texted him when I left Ola’s.” You looked around as if you were half expecting him to be hiding by his desk, but he wasn't around at all. 

"Haven't seen him in a hot minute, sorry." Ted had replied, eyes only for Rebecca. Nate had gone to check on the players in the gym, Beard had his head buried in his book. 

"Guess I'll leave these here then. Tell him to come and say hi when he turns up?" You asked Beard who tipped his hat. Your afternoon focused on branding opportunities for the women’s team, you’d had some logo ideas you wanted to run by a few people so took the chance to stretch your legs. You said hello to the team in the ticket office, looked in on the players in the gym, “Anyone seen Roy?”

“Nah, sorry!”

“He’s around here somewhere I think.”

“I thought I saw him in the boot room.”

“Not the boot room you melon, the treatment room.” As you received at least 14 different answers, you held up your hand,

“Never mind! Thanks boys.” You carried on up to Rebecca’s office where she was meeting with Sharon, “Sorry, am I interrupting?”

“Not at all, are they the logo options?” Rebecca held out a hand,

“Sure is, seen Roy?”

“I think he’s downstairs.” Sharon smiled.

“He’s got a meeting with me at 4.30 so he’ll be about somewhere.”

“I know, I’m getting Lexie today. Let me know what you think of those and we’ll catch up tomorrow. Bye both.” You left the office and went via your own office to get your things. In the carpark, Roy’s car had gone. Because of his late meeting with Rebecca, you’d gone in separately that morning. You swung into the school car park and waited at the main doors to be let in.

“Oh, I’m sorry - Lexie’s already left today? Phoebe’s uncle collected her?” You rolled your eyes, he’d forgotten about his meeting with Rebecca.

“Ok, not to worry, thanks!” You jumped back in the car and used the voice control to call him. There was no answer so you carried on to your house. You expected to see his car, but it wasn’t there. This was starting to get annoying. You hopped out of the car and went to put your key in the lock, but it wouldn’t fit. “What the fucking fuck is going on today?!” You looked through your key bundle but your house key wasn’t there, it had fallen off. Back in the car, you tried to work out whether he’d have taken Lexie back to the club for his meeting. He still didn’t answer the phone so you went straight to his house. His car was on the drive, you breathed a sigh of relief. The door was locked so you rang the bell and waited for Lexie to answer. Nothing. You rang the bell again. At your hip level, the letterbox flipped open,

“You need to use your key.” Lexie whispered.

“I don’t have a fucking key?” It had been on your to-do list for the last few weeks since you and Roy had talked about it. You already had a spare for your house and easily handed it over to him. You looked back down at your keys and saw a new, different key where your house key had been. The letterbox closed again, you slid the new key into the door handle and it clicked smoothly, the door opening. Just inside, Roy and Lexie were standing with a house shaped helium balloon and a little cake made in the shape of Roy’s house. Everything fell into place in your brain. “I do have a key.” You realised.

“If you want it?”

“Roy’s decorated my bedroom!” Lexie squealed, his hand clamped over her mouth gently,

“Oi! Don’t ruin it!” She giggled and swung herself around using his arm as leverage. You looked up at him,

“Not just a key?”

“I was thinking we could move in together? I never want to know a world without you both.” You couldn’t stop the tears even if you’d tried, you rushed into his arms.

“We’d love to.”

FIN

[inner-viper]

What are their kinks? Their sexual intimacy? An overview of their sex life FS (18+ ONLY) PILE 1!

ORIGINAL POST HERE

Hello, my name is Viper and I am an intutive seer/oralce tarot reader. I am well versed in finding information through divination and using my intuition~ Today I wanted to do a spicy topic because its so fun. I haven't started explaining some piles and I already feel the heat. Damn, a lot of passion and fiery enegy in this reading.. Its making me horny LMFAO. THIS TOOK ME 2 DAYS AND I WAS NOT EXPECTING FOR IT TO TAKE THIS LONG. All three of these piles wanted me to do MORE DETAILS. My channeling DRAINED ME. That’s why I took so long because afterwards THEY SUCKED MY ENERGY. (Do not worry, I just received loads of messages. It gets overwhelming). Anyways, remember nothing is set in stone. This is for entertainment purposes only. NO MINORS. 18+ ONLY.

TW: MENTIONS OF KNIFE PLAY, and CHOKING. SEXUAL CONTENT!!

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I’ll be adding cheaper options in the future. I will be updating descriptions too, so SHOP WILL HAVE A NEW LOOK🔥.

Classical Tarot Deck: Seven of Swords (in reverse), Eight of Cups, Strength, Knight of Wands (in reverse), Nine of Swords, Queen of Cups (in reverse), King of Pentacles, Queen of Swords

Oracle Deck: Seventh Chakra/Archangel Uriel, The Thinking Man, Second Chakra/Archanhel Ariel, Angel of Strength, Door To Personal Healing and Happiness, Angel of Balance (in reverse), Walking Away, All Tied Up

Ok, this person is the dominant. If you aren't the submisive one then this might not be for you. This person is hot asf in bed. LIKE DAMN they bringing this heat towards the bedroom. Also, STRENGTH SHOWED UP TWICE IN THIS READING. They got STRONG STAMINA. They can go for multiple rounds, they are expreienced. Some of them are not that experienced but they know exactly what to do (This applies to a VERY small minortiy). They aren't emotional when it comes to hdoing the act. I see that they like to let loose and an almost animalistic side of them comes out.. LIKE DAMN. Going back to doing multiple rounds, they definitely like to take their time. They like to dominate bratty submissive people. They like to see you being fucked by them. Not to say they can’t make love but they are just into fucking you. They definitely like receiving head as well. They like to push their partner down on them or take control of their hair. I see that they definitely like to let their partners let loose as well. They love it when their partners are in the moment instead of wondering off in thoughts.. They take their time too, they don’t like feeling rush and they have a thing for dirty talk as well. They are nasty asf bruh(💀). They like bondage and are into BDSM. Some of them might be into some power play here. Like an older man with a mature beautiful partner. What I mean is they like to see power dynamics but it’s not weird (Like not in a creepy way😂). They want to see their partner in lingerie. They want to type them up in specific rope, red rope? They like to be teased by their partner. They want their partner to try to seduce them. Try to make them fall for you as you tease them in a public setting. They definitely like your legs, specially your thighs. They love to see you reveal your thighs with thigh highs? This can apply to all genders. I’m seeing the bottom wearing thigh highs for gay men. If you are gay, they are into femboys.. 🫣 They also like to make their partner moan out their name. They know how to talk in bed. Watch out this person will seriously have you blushing and you won’t be able to think of something fast enough to reply. A real charmer! They will fuck you into you no longer think of anyone but them. Until you can no longer say any words or slurring out words, only moaning their names loudly. Saying that your attempts of seducing them are cute. They like to see their partners on edge. They like to do it in private area with semi-public areas too. Like maybe getting fucked by the window that’s tinted. 🔥 They like to test yours and their discipline. One of their secret fantasy is to dominate someone into submission and to fuck them hard. They like to kiss deeply rather than lightly though. They also seem to have a nice body. They watch a lot of porn. Some of them are into anal and using a toy in the bedroom on you. Yeah, they are very horny individuals. LMFAO

They like to connect with their partners on a deeper level too. They like to do acts with partners that they can connect to. They prefer doing the act with partners they know rather than hookups. During hook-ups, they aren’t as caring and not much love making. They still like to be pleasure at their own pace though. They love switching to multiple positions. They switch positions before they come to bring their partners' pleasure as well. They can come fast if they really focus on themselves, but they won’t do that. They also like missionary, froggy position and seated oral! They like it when their chest is being touched too, it’s a sensitive area in their nipples. Watch out for that tongue, they know how to give very well. “How cute is it to watch you squirm underneath me? What? You can no longer say anything? Haha, let me continue” SO COCKY-

Aftercare: They are very attentive and nice. They will like to clean up and go to sleep because you will be tired. They view sex as healing and very relaxing. They want to make sure to bring that towards you feel like they do.

Thank you for reading. Send suggestions in the ask box!~

[heartless-aro]

what's the story behind aardvarks and yellow roses?

Yellow Roses

Ok so yellow roses are a bit more straightforward to explain, so I’m gonna start there. Outside of the aromantic community, yellow roses traditionally symbolize friendship. Because of this symbolism, when the first aromantic flag (the four stripe flag with green, yellow, orange, and black, shown below) was published on the website for the National Coalition for Aromantic Visibility (NCAV), the flag included a yellow stripe which represented romantic friendship, friends with benefits, friendship dating, and queerplatonic relationships.

The redesigns of the flag also included a yellow stripe (to represent lithromantics) though I’m not sure whether this was at all inspired by the yellow stripe in the original flag (if anyone knows please lmk). Still, it’s an interesting piece of aro history for sure. We still see yellow being used to represent platonic attraction sometimes (notably, on the queerplatonic flag), so there could be some link there as well (though that’s a bit of speculation).

Before the “ace discourse” era on here, I also used to see yellow roses by themselves being used as a symbol of aromanticism by aromantics due to platonic love being intrinsic to how many people experience their aromanticism. It wasn’t as common of a symbol as, say, aardvarks or spades, but it was common enough to be recognizable as a symbol. It was especially used as a symbol of platonic love and attraction within the aro community, as one might expect. Here’s a screenshot of one instance of this that I found digging through old posts by @aromanticaardvark on Wayback Machine. The post is from 2015.

I’m not sure why, but I’ve always personally liked the yellow roses as an aro symbol even if I don’t entirely relate to the platonic love symbolism (in fact, I could be considered aplatonic, though I don’t often label myself as such).

I actually use the blue roses in my header as a nod to the old yellow rose symbol, in case anyone was curious about that. (I chose blue roses instead of yellow since, as I said, the platonic love symbolism isn’t particularly relatable to me. Plus blue roses are often used to symbolize unattainable or unrequited love, which I thought was fitting since I myself am unattainable, and any romantic feelings directed towards me will forever be unrequited).

Aardvarks

So, I’m about 90% sure that the aardvark symbol was started by @aromanticaardvark, who used to be one of the big name blogs in the aro community (though their blog has been inactive since 2016). Back when advice animal memes were a thing, the person behind the Aromantic Aardvark blog used to post aromantic-themed advice animal memes which featured an aardvark. (An example of one such meme originally posted on the Aromantic Aardvark blog in 2011 is shown below).

In 2015, Aromantic Aardvark received the anonymous ask “What does the aardvark have to do with it?” to which they replied “Nothing, really, it’s just alliterative. Aromantic Aardvark was founded when advice animals were a common meme here on tumblr, and my friend and I thought it’d be funny if there were an aromantic meme. That aspect of the blog eventually went away however, and it became more of a general resource/advice blog for aro spectrum people.” This would seem to imply that the use of aardvarks to symbolize aromantics originated on the Aromantic Aardvark tumblr blog.

This would make sense seeing as Aromantic Aardvark was one of the early aromantic blogs, and was even linked on the NCAV website back in 2014.

Aardvarks were used pretty commonly as an aromantic symbol for a while. Notably, the AroPlane forum, where a lot of early discussions about aromantic symbols and flag redesigns took place, used a drawing of an aardvark in its website banner (see below).

I’m honestly not quite sure when aardvarks started to decline in use as an aromantic symbol though.

[kittycatgirlspuppies]

I want to hate you but I love you (John x Samaritan reader R)

“Hey honey I’m home,” john said as he walked into the kitchen, taking in your beautiful form. You turned around happily. “Hello love,” you smiled walking up to him and kissing him deeply. “How was your day?” Your wonderful husband asked, burying his face in you neck, kissing it.” “It was pretty good.” You replied. “Was this giving you too much trouble?” He asked, cradling your 8 1/2 month pregnant stomach protectively. “Oh it sure was, kicking non stop.” You smile. “It takes after its beautiful mother I see.” He whispered. “What do you mean?” You asked. “Remember how he first met?” John asked.

Flash back:

You were walking through Samaria with a bucket of water that was getting exhausting to carry. But you suddenly slipped on something and your water bucket splashed onto someone’s clothes. Startled you look up at him and you see a JEW.

‘oh boy’ you thought.

“I am so sorry sir!” You frantically say. “Watch where you’re going lady, look what you did you idiot!” He yelled in your face.

‘Who does this Jew think he is?’ You thought to yourself. You made a simple mistake but that didn’t give him any right to insult you, especially in your region! You stood up sharply, putting all your weight on one ankle since you just hurt it pretty bad, and look him in the eye. He was the same height as you, with black curly hair dressed in green. You have to admit he was handsome, but that didn’t matter to you.

“How dare you call me that! It was an accident and I apologized, me making a mistake gave you no right to say that to me, especially since you’re a Jew and I’m a Samaritan and we are in Samaria!” You hissed.

John raised an eyebrow, obviously shocked that a Samaritan woman would speak to him that way. But the had to admit, this woman was very beautiful, and her feisty attitude was pretty cute, he started to feel butterflies in his stomach.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go, have a good day, sir.” You said, passive aggressively, grabbing your bucket you lower it back into the well to get more water.

“your still here,” he teased, supporting himself by grabbing a stand, give you a flirty look.

You sharply look back at him. “What did you say?” You asked a little harshly. “Just saying, you said you had to go, but you’re still here.” “You glare at him. “I’m getting more water, the water I meant to get is on you, and it was worth getting more water just to splash you.”

“mmh, feisty huh? Didn’t expect such a pretty woman to hiss at men like that.” “You froze and blushed a bit, this man was pretty handsome but also annoying. “Mhm,” you replied. “What are you doing in Samaria, I know Jews avoid it at all costs.” You say bringing your bucket back up. “Yeah we do, we have to pass through here though, I’m part of the ministry I’m sure you’ve heard of.” You looked at him shocked. “Oh, you’re one of the followers?” “Yup.” “That’s exciting,” you said. You were about to walk off but you felt a horrible pain. “Ow!” You yelled. “Ma’m are you okay?!” He asked. He looked down at your ankle and saw the it was twisted, probably from the little tumble. “Ma’m could I see your ankle?” He asked. You nodded and allowed him to inspect it. “It’s already warm,” John said concerned. “Can you walk?” He asked. “Definitely not.” You said through gritted teeth. John thought about getting Jesus, but knew he was very busy right now. “Where’s your house?” John asked. “A pretty long walk from here,” you said. “Does anyone live with you?” John asked. “No I’m an orphan,” you replied sadly. “Oh my goodness I’m sorry mam,” he said. “It’s ok,” you replied. “You’re definitely not going to be able to walk,” John said. “I can see that.” You said. John chuckled a bit at your snarky attitude and you couldn’t help but chuckle with him. John thought for a second before saying something. “I can carry you,” he offered. You looked at him in shock. “I can’t ask you to do that sir, especially since your a Jew I don’t want to hurt your reputation by you being seen carrying a Samaritan woman.” “Trust me, the group won’t care, I don’t care, and even if I did theirs no one else I know around here.” He smiled. “Are you sure?” You asked. “I’m certain,” he replied. “Ok then.” You said. He comes over to you and scoops you up bridal style. You blush madly at his touch, this man was extremely cocky and annoying, but also very kind and helpful. “This okay?” He asked. “Yeah,” you reassured. “Good,” he breathed, and started walking with you. It was pretty easy as you are a pretty small woman. “Thank you so much for doing this, I really appreciate it,” you said. “Of course, it’s the least I can do after calling you an idiot.” He said a little guilty. “It wasn’t a big deal—“ you try to say but he interrupts. “No, I over reacted, it was just water, it will dry, I’m sorry.” “It’s ok, you’re literally carrying me right now, so, we’re even.” He chuckled. You were so different then most women, you were feisty and not afraid to speak your mind, but you also seemed very kind, he was positive he was already falling for you, even though you haven’t even known each other for a day. “Oh I never got your name,” John said. “Oh it’s Y/n,” you said. “That’s a beautiful name,” he complimented. Your heart skipped a beat. “Thank you,” you said. “What’s yours?” You asked. “John,” he replied. “Well nice to meet you John, I would have said it earlier if our meeting wasn’t so, you know, different.” “By different you mean you being clumsy and spilling water on me?” He playfully teased. You playfully swatted his arm. “I’m just teasing you,” he laughed. “I’d hope so.” “It’s nice to meet you too y/n.”

The rest of the walk was him and you talking about things like your family, favourite activities, personal details etc. you two were definitely falling for each other.

Once you got to your house he put you onto the chair outside your house to keep rumours at bae. “How’s your ankle?” He asked. “It’s feeling better, I’ll just sit here for a bit until it feels 100%.” “Are you sure, cause I can go get the doctor-“no need” you smiled.

”Alright then, i should get going,” he said. “Are you already leaving Samaria?” You asked. “No, I heard that we’re staying for 3 days, but I have no clue what I’m going to do for three days in Samaria.” “You could come and visit me, only if you want, of course.” You said. John blushed. “Of course I would love to.” He smiled and you returned it.

For the next 3 days you both spent a lot of time together, and your feelings were definitely there. When John was leaving Samaria he went to visit you to say goodbye.

“If it’s something you’d like y/n, I want to write to you, and you to write to me, of course only if you want, I’ve never felt this way about anyone, I—I think I’m in love with you.” He confessed. You were shocked, then that shock turned into joy and you blushed deeply. “I can truthfully tell you that that feeling is fully returned.” You smile. His smile was priceless. “I’m going to miss you, but I’ll write to you as soon as possible,” he said. “I will be anxiously waiting for that letter, I’ll be missing you too.” “Goodbye y/n,” John said, a bit teary eyes. “Goodbye John.”

he was about to walk away but he stopped. “Theirs more thing I wanted to do,” he said. You were confused until he gently cupped your face. You nodded, knowing what he wanted to do. No words needed to be said, John knew that it meant it was okay. He leaned it and gently pressed his lips against yours, you returned the kiss immediately and deepened it, his hands moved from your face to your waist and gripped it gently, you cradled his face. You stayed like that for awhile, but unfortunately John had to leave eventually.

About 5 months later that man became your husband and soon became the father of your three sons and two daughters

(I hope you liked it ❤️❤️)

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

<3 Ooohhh ok hm... honestly i do not post much fic (checked AO3 and only 18), for the amount that i start writing and then leave in various stages of completion in drafts on my computer, oops. Unfortunately at least 1 favorite is in that category, but here we go!

Fallout from the Fade (Dragon Age: Inquisition): Hawke is left in the fade during the events of DAI's Here Lies The Abyss, but manages to fight her way back out. However she's left to recover from the severe side effects and trauma that come along. Ok my confession here is while i have not updated this fic since 2020, i have in fact written more of it. But since i kept going so long (months... and then years...) between chapters I decided it'd be better if i just finish writing the rest myself (at least roughly) so i know how much more there is to go and can update it on a more regular schedule in the future when i start posting again. Alas i am very slow at this bc of grad school and also bc i get distracted easily and... have less motivation to work on it when not actually getting feedback as i go. So i may change my mind about this approach eventually but it's where the fic stands now.

Like Teeth Against His Heart (Dragon Age: Inquisition): After Solas wakes up from uthenera, he has many conversations with a variety of spirits over the course of DAI. Sometimes they tell him what he wants to hear, and sometimes they don't. I typically like the recent things I've written the most and this is that. It's a prose-poem style that plays with formatting, aka its kind of Weird, and weird is my favorite. I wrote it for a charity zine which also meant i had to have a Final Version rather than endlessly tweak it forever which was irritating at the time but also good for me.

Unposted, No-Finalized-Title fic, with the file jokingly named 'Sam I Am' (Mass Effect: Andromeda): pre-Andromeda and game timeline but from the perspective of your ship's AI, who also lives inside your character's brain, and in the game admits to altering your brain/body, and hello??? the game did NOT let me respond to that to the degree I desired? One of my literary obsessions is the combination of AI (the sci fi kind not... generative art etc) plus human augmentation... what that does to both parties sense of self, their relationships, how they view and function in the world, etc. In the vein of Silently And Very Fast by Cat Valente, Imperial Radch by Ann Lecke, Murderbot by Martha Wells... and I spent soooo much time wishing Andromeda had gone deeper into that angle/thinking about it myself I wrote. Quite a long fic about it. But i only played the game once and there wasn't much fan love/fanworks for it so I never posted it or any other Andromeda stuff I wrote, it was more just for myself. I'd like to go back and finish this fic but I estimate it'd be in the 40-70k word range and i'd need to replay the game to refresh my memory so it's like, a project for when i have a bunch of free time at some point in the future, since it's mostly just for Me.

the people you love become ghosts inside of you, and like this, you keep them alive (Mass Effect trilogy): Snippets of a variety of Garrus' thoughts and memories of Shepard, and a growing realization about the nature of love like theirs. I don't expect anyone to love this one but me, because it's just a self-indulgent thing I wrote specifically to figure out the flavor of grief involved in the relationship between my personal Shepard and Garrus. It's not as poem-formatted as my Solavellan one but the prose leans hard in that direction, and they came from the same place for me. I wrote it after finishing the trilogy because I (unlike a lot of fans, i know) felt very adamant that the correct ending for my Shepard is that she is dead now, and not coming back, and needed to cry some more about that.

like the leaves after a long winter (Dragon Age II): It's the first Christmas/Satinalia since Leandra's death, and Hawke is not in the mood for festivities -- until she realizes that everyone else will be spending it alone and finds herself hosting a party without even meaning to. I'll be honest #5 spot was kind of a toss up between this one, Less A Man Than A Wild Cat, and Grief. But I've decided on this one because 1. it covers my favorite thing to write about aka grief, but is actually written as a story/proper narrative unlike others i've already put on this list. With fanfic the most important thing to me before anything else is self-indulgence. While I love writing for prompts (like this one was!), my specific joy in that is taking an idea from someone else and figuring out how to cram all the things I care about into someone else's plot summary. Fanfic for me is like... it feels weird to call it 'writing exercises' because that implies i don't care about the final project when i very much do. Writing challenges? Maybe? Idk i just really enjoy having limitations to work within. Having NO boundaries is where I do my original content writing, so writing within the bounds of an existing franchise already means there's some limits (like keeping to characterizations, plot, etc) and then adding more on top makes it a fun experience and keeps me engaged.

While these are my top 5, I definitely don't think most of them are what other people would pick as a favorite from my (admittedly very limited) amount of posted writing, Fallout from the Fade being the exception. I think my friends probably like the one where I turned Fenris into a cat best (and that was VERY fun it's just also more lighthearted which i struggle to write sooooo bad), and then every one else is in my inbox about the single Solas x F!Travelyan fic I wrote largely as an experiment in writing sex scenes. sorry to everyone who read that and then tried to read my other fics and discovered its mostly blood and loss and Yearning...

[saturnselkies]

The Twelfth Major Arcana

Navigating Nayos was odd. The landscape twisted on itself and expanded into branches that disappeared in the fog of the Mists. Where the Kryptis lingered, flesh-like pungent pockets grew. Anyone would mistake the scarlet fountains for days-old blood, but they were the gathering of many minerals, both organic and crystal. Bleached white mountains danced with maroon vegetation; it was a monstrous painting unfolding in front of someone who had only ever lived in Tyria.

Isak wasn't completely unfamiliar with the realm, but it was the first time he'd explored its nooks and crannies without the Astral Ward's supervision. Or without Eparch. He sighed at the thought. He recalled how neurotic Eparch became after he realized Peitha had taken Labris away. And how she…

Labris was gone. Isak knew this. And yet, Isak still couldn't quite read what Eparch was feeling. He knew he was completely inconsolable since the coliseum. What he didn't expect was for him to just take Isak with him. Eparch never took; he always felt entitled. He expected you to answer.

And answer Isak did. Sometimes with great shame, other times with reluctant care. They had an atypical history together. They met when Eparch was still allowed in the tower, a good twenty years ago—Isak had been young, around his early twenties. Some people only knew about Eparch and Isgarren; their raw dislike of each other became an open wound that stung everyone around them. Isgarren was often selfish with his views, and Eparch was too reactive to being criticized. It was an explosive collision.

Isak was not interested in changing Eparch—he was more or less interested in learning what made his mind work. The Kryptis were strange and alien to any Tyrian, and Isak had a special fascination to get to know them better. Being a rift hunter helped with that, but the mindless slaughter of demons made him sick. Killing was always necessary in his line of work; still, he avoided it as much as he could. It was paradoxical, considering who he was associating with.

Eparch had been more ravenous since Labris died. Isak didn't want to be insensitive, but it felt like Eparch's emotions often ruled everything that happened around him. He's a bloodthirsty tyrant, Isak thought. He remembered how he partook in his feasting. He didn't enjoy it. He didn't even like being among corpses and remains. But he liked being around Eparch. And he liked the way he reacted to Isak's touches. And his curiosity. Eparch's pleasure was addicting. And—

He's a horrible person. And I am hopelessly fixated, he thought again. I am no better. He winced.

The rancid smell stuck disgustingly to his clothes. Isak grimaced at the odor emanating from his armor. He was glad to have found an empty lake; it was hard to find deserted places in the current political climate. Water in Nyedra Surrounds was eerily calm, sweet-smelling, and lukewarm.

Pleasant.

Nayos was a strange realm. But beautiful nonetheless.

"It is what it is," he told himself.

Isak submerged his gloved hand into the water and took a deep breath. His eyes finally focused on his surroundings, departing from his deep thoughts. Eos was perched on the nearby tree, almost too agitated. Isak raised his eyebrow and tried to get up.

With a thud, his back slammed into something large. Something that shouldn't be there. His heart sank with a tinge of fear when he noticed a shadow hovering over his body. "What…"

He was cut off by claws around his soft abdomen, squeezing him with an almost too-familiar grip. His body froze and his mind raced. Shit shit shit. This is what I get for being too distracted in a place I barely understand—

Laughter. "You shouldn't let your guard down like that." Piercing golden eyes and a deep unmistakable voice.

Oh, gods. It's… I am ok. He inhaled.

"I… Eparch? What? Why?" He exhaled.

"You were gone," he simply said.

"Well, yes. I still need to do human things. Like eating and washing," he replied with graceful ease. Like they had known each other forever. Sometimes it did feel like that. "Unfortunately," he added with an amused tone.

"Hm." Eparch squeezed Isak again, this time more tenderly. Feeling his body with a contented hum.

Eparch visibly relaxed by being around him. Sometimes Isak wondered if he was a weird weakness in Eparch's life. He didn't seem interested in other Tyrians. Maybe it was a Kryptis thing—to hyperfocus. To be consumed by things.

Isak paused for a second, his face flushed. He didn't know what to say. Or how to approach this conversation. When they were in Zakiros, it was easy. Mostly because Eparch was feasting on other Kryptis or talking about the latest atrocity. Huh, he noticed I was gone. That's…

"Of course, I did. I just said that." Eparch's voice echoed in Isak's mind, almost offended.

"Goodness gracious! I forgot you can read my thoughts." He jolted, turning around to face the voracious monarch. "I just thought you didn't pay attention to that."

"I always do. How could I not?" His voice was calculated, precise, and wholly focused on Isak.

"Eparch…" He shuddered.

"I did for years. And I do every second you're away."

It shouldn't be like this. Eparch was supposed to be a monster—an unfeeling tyrant who only cared about himself. A threat to be destroyed by the Astral Ward. By the wayfinder. By Peitha's revolution. Isgarren should be right, and Isak should be wrong.

It shouldn't be like this.

But Eparch lay gently by his side, looking at him like he was expecting something out of Isak. He didn't know exactly what, and he wasn't sure he would ever know. His eyes were unblinking amber and he smelled of rotten blood, face etched with something so ancient and vile. Like his every crime was written all over his pulsating flesh.

Isak swallowed down his anxiety and pulled Eparch inside the lake with him.

He ran his hand over his gnarly ribs and exposed flesh, pinching the hard edges and caressing the soft areas; decaying bone and sharp thorns turned into chittering sighs. Eparch was enormous near him; there was so much he could just discover about his body with each touch. "You are gigantic… I can reach better if you sit."

"Tyrians…always too small." Eparch huffed and sat. The water ripples were small, shy waves around them.

"Then you haven't seen an Elder Dragon before." Isak climbed over Eparch's legs, doing his best to avoid the protruding spikes.

"They are not Tyrian. Narucnici and Soo-Won didn't originate in your world," he said almost mockingly. "I thought the Astral Ward was supposed to be smart. Smarter than me, even."

"Debatable," Isak laughed.

Despite the way most Kryptis looked, they were not rigid or unpleasant to touch. He petted the inner insides of Eparch's needle legs. Isak could see the remnants of his last meal all over his body; blood and meat dissolved into the water, leaving a trail of a massacre that had turned into an ordinary song after a millennium of cruelty. Eparch instinctively spread his legs to give him better access, and the blonde rift hunter felt the heavy dampness. Not from the lake, but from his evident desire.

Gods, he is so wet.

"I missed you too." His face was burning up.

And he knew he could never forget how warm Eparch's heart beat underneath his palm while he ate the world away.

It is what it is.

Author notes: This was SO MUCH fun to write. I am enjoying Eparch as a villain because he does seem to *care* about something other than himself. The Labris scene was very eye-opening narrative wise and that's always fun to explore. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it. ( ´ ꒳ ` )b

To anyone confused, [Narucnici] is my Elder Dragon of Space and Time OC.

[seunggelic]

more than enough - kim seungmin

A/N: wow i am rly bad at updating at a normal rate...BUT I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING FOR SEUNGMIN (i love him so much guys). its shorter than I initially anticipated but there will def be more fics for him in the future!!

pairing: seungmin x reader

genre: fluff

description: seungmin has learnt to enjoy every moment with you, no matter how small

warning: none

word count: 600+

seungmin watches you get up and leave the table quietly. you hadn’t been talking much which wasn’t necessarily out of the ordinary. nonetheless his eyes followed you out the door in worry. 

after a couple minutes of contemplation he decided to leave the table and check on you. he was stopped in his tracks when hyunjin starts showing off pictures of kkami. 

He smiles and nods politely at the seemingly endless slideshow of pictures, but looks past hyunjin towards the door. “Great…cute…yeah…look I really gotta- oh just one more?” Seungmin sighs but perks up when he hears changbin “has anyone seen y/n? I’ll go look for her” he springs up “nonono I can check on her” his response was met with whistles and a chorus of “ooh’s” he rolls his eyes “yeah yeah shut up” hyunjin gave him a knowing smile. Maybe he was a bit too obvious about his feelings towards you, but you had no idea about them which was more than fine with him. 

He makes his way through the hallway, poking his head through each door until finally reaching his room. soft purple light leaked through the bottom of the door. He knocked softly but opened the door when there was no response. 

Peeking through the doorway his eyes land on your sleeping figure. Biting back his smile he crept into the room and closed the door behind him. 

You looked so peaceful lying on the couch. The atmosphere felt so quiet…so calm. Noticing you didn’t have a blanket he unzipped his gray hoodie and gently placed it over you. Even though it was his favorite it always seemed to make its way back to you.

He sat on the floor so he was at eye level with you and carefully rested his head on the couch. He resisted the urge to move the hair out of your face, afraid he would wake you up. All he could do was look at you and admire your peaceful expression, which was more than enough for him. 

“Seungmin? Did you find y/n?“ Felix says from the other side of the door. seungmin springs up from where he was sitting and whips around. “Oh yea um they’re here just sleeping” felix pauses for a bit “.. uh ok just come back soon” seugnmin looks back at you “yep coming”

He starts walking towards the door but stops when he hears shuffling behind him. “Seungmin? Are you leaving?” he felt his heart explode oh my god he likes you so much. 

“Well yea did you think I was just gonna watch you sleep?” he replies even though he would gladly watch you for hours. “Can’t you stay for a minute?” Looking back at the door he sighs and makes his way back to the couch.

He lays on the floor while you look at him with tired eyes. “Go back to sleep, I won’t leave”. You smile and reach your arm down to his face poking his nose and cheeks. seungmin gently swats your hand away and starts tickling your nose back. He also uses this opportunity to move that pesky strand of hair our of your eyes.

You snort in amusement and move your hand higher to mess up his hair. He grabs your wrist and moves it away from his head. You expected him to let go but he keeps holding your arm loosely. Shifting slightly you grasp his hand. 

He looks up at you but finds your eyes closed. Deep down he knows you aren’t actually asleep, but will play along. He maneuvers your intertwined hands to rest on his chest and prays you can’t feel how fast his heart is beating. Unbeknownst to him your heart is beating just as fast. 

One day he would tell you how he really felt, but right now all he had were these small moments with you. That was more than enough for him. 

[scummy-writes]

why are you surprised and comment on the fact that people interact with your posts?

Trying to think of how to explain this.

I don't get surprised *every* post. For the alfons post specifically, it was a multitude of reasons.

1. I don't write fics/anything really for that game, therefore most of my followers I am aware came from... truly vamp days more than pri, and many of them also play the game but they didnt follow me expecting that.

2. In my experience, people avoid pube talk and dislike it or are neutrally very uninterested, regardless of how normal it is. Its just. Shrugs. There.

3. I was half asleep and writing down an idea that was in my head for a few days, very loosely and lazily. When I write posts like that I don't hold expectations on *anyone* interacting, because I will often make random posts and get no interaction and I'm ok with that, but get surprised when I check my notifs and I have a couple of comments and more than two likes, I'm like "oh! Neat." And reply.

Iiiiii. Also don't get a lot of comments outside of actual fanfic posts or posts where I am sharing that I am having a rough time, so. Shrugs. Idk. I just didnt expect it? I feel like it's way better to post up random things or fanfics with the expectation of no interaction, so at times I will be surprised when way more than I was expecting will happen.

[twigg96]

can i req hcs for pickles with an s/o who has scars on their thighs and got shamed for it by their parents

Hello my sweet anon. Of course you can have a HC with darling Pickles!

TW: Scars, Past: Self Harm, Past: Self Mutilation, Off Screen: Shaming, Shitty Parenting

When the two first met at a meet and greet Pickles just knows that this person is someone special. Someone to keep his eye on. So he, unlike himself, handed over his personal number to this complete stranger to call him for ya know a good time. Days passed and with no word from his mysterious muse he put them to the back of his mind.

That is until suddenly a text popped up on his phone at the most respectable time of 3 AM. It was his brand new friend! Pickles was so excited! To be honest he wasn't really expecting a late night booty/drug call but hey? Who was he to be picky right? Answering their simple "Hey... its [Future S/O] sorry to bug you" With an overenthusiastic "It's nbd! I never sleep XD LOL JK... Anyway... how are ya 2night?" He was a little surprised when he saw the chat bubble on his partner's end of the conversation come to life then disappear then reappear as if they had to think about how they wanted to reply. "Ok... just needed someone to talk to ya know. XD" Pickles smiled at his screen his thumbs moving faster than his mind. "Well u can always chat with me anytime." Throughout the rest of the night Pickles was connected by the palm to his phone talking to his new friend. Discovering new and exciting things about each other. Divulging secrets he'd never told anyone besides the band. He didn't know why... but they felt trustworthy... like they were someone he could really be himself with.

Weeks turned into months with Pickles glued to his phone. At some points it actually impacted his recording sessions when his phone dinged in the studio and either ruined a half assed take or a good one that Pickles just froze in his tracks causing the studio department to groan but at least know they could splice two halves of a song together to get something out of it.

Eventually the day came that Pickles craved meeting his S/O in person again. Properly this time. On a date maybe? He wasn't entirely sure but he knew he wanted to see them again. So without a second thought he invited them out on a nice evening stroll. No pressure. Just a little weed smoking walk. His S/O immediately agreed but on the stipulation that he had to be the one to pick them up, because they didn't have access to transportation at the time.

When Pickles arrived to their place he was a little surprised to find that all the lights in the house were shut off. He wasn't completely shocked. His S/O wanted to be picked up at 2 in the morning and even he understood that was an uncouth time to be taking a leisurely stroll around the block. However when a single light flicked on in the house and the silhouette of a person slipping out of their bedroom window caught his eye, he was hit with a nostalgia that left a strange pit in his stomach and a weird tinny metallic taste in his mouth and not in a good way. Screams from inside the house startled Pickles as his partner sprinted to the car, flinging open the door. Once they were in they were frantic tears streaming down their face. "Drive! Just drive please!"

Pickles refused to comment on the shit show he just witnessed for the first few hours the two were out together. He had just wanted to take a walk and get high damn it! But as his S/O sat beside him in the passenger seat taking deep breaths and trying their damnedest to calm down, Pickles knew he had to address the issue. "Hey..." He started softly, glancing over at his friend as he pulled into an abandoned parking lot of a Kroger's. "Wha' the hell is goin' on? Ya never said you were attempting a prison break." Pickles attempted to joke. But it was poorly received as his partner simply sobbed through the laughter shaking their head. "Prison sounds just about right." They managed to get out, rubbing their legs and their arms for any semblance of calm. Pickles hummed understandingly but he refused to meet their eyes. Normally with anyone else... anyone less important to him he would have bolted in a second, went tight lipped and either changed the subject, pulled out the weed, and pretended everything was dandy. But by the way his partner was acting the way they were moving, holding themselves and touching their legs so gingerly... he just wanted to be sure.

Reaching over and gently touching their thigh, he sighed as they winced away. "You know I'd come bail you out whenever you need right?" He asked so softly it was barely above a whisper. His eyes met theirs and for a moment he was sure they were going to step out of the car and walk away... and who would blame them. In another life, in his teens he would have done the same thing. He would have bolted from the hand that fed him because he'd never known an iota of kindness that never needed to be repaid. Why should he expect anything different from his friend who needed help now? But despite all the odds they leaned across the center console and hugged him close holding him tight. He could feel their tears staining his shirt at his shoulder, their hair caressing his cheek and tickling his nose, he could smell their sweet shampoo, and feel their arms tighten across his chest. Wrapping his arms around their waist he held them as close as the constraints of the car would allow. "Thank you." They whispered softly.

It had been a few hours now. Emotions had had a chance to simmer and cool. With the help of the sick weed and the sun roof on Pickles' car the two melted back in their seats laying them back as far as they possibly could go to stare up at the constellations in the sky and the shooting stars. Pickles mumbled some crazy cracked out conspiracy theories about how there was life on other planets and that little green men were probably smoking space weed right as they were smoking earth weed. The concept of it all made his friend laugh and giggle nonstop beside him, bubbly with the effects of the weed. But as the silence of the night fell upon them again, his partner grew somber once more. "Ya know..." They started, kicking one leg up onto the windshield despite Pickles' best efforts to tell them that their bare feet were going to leave a very conspicuous print.

"My parents can be such douchebags..." They went on to start pulling up their torn jeans and for a moment in his blissed out mind Pickles thought he might maybe be getting lucky. That is until he saw them. A myriad of faded scars littered his S/O's beautiful skin and Pickles' couldn't help but feel a twang in his heart. He had suspected from their reactions earlier in the night... but he didn't want it to be true. Sitting up on an elbow Pickles sighed, reaching over carefully, Pickles stopped, hovering over their thigh, meeting their eyes waiting for permission before he touched them. He knew how sensitive, both mentally and physically scars could be. But as his partner brough their hand down to his own, letting him touch their scars had to admit he felt a little honored knowing that maybe he was the first they felt so comfortable with. "My parents freaked when they saw them last night..." They mumbled. "Thing is... I haven't... ya know... for over a year. I was actually feeling good with my body and just wanted to wear shorts around the house. But now-" They cut themself off with a sigh shaking their head as if the whole thought itself was silly. But Pickles. Pickles was having none of it. "Bull shit, Sticks!" Pickles huffed, using his nickname for them to try and drive the point a little deeper and shuffling in his seat to sit up properly, making the car rock in it's parked position. "That's sick as fuck that your scars are healed! It's even cooler that you've been clean fer a year!" He yelled, banging his fist into the car's roof. "Fuck! I've only been clean once and it was for like... a week. But that was fer drugs and shit so don't count that..." He mumbled making his partner laugh. Pulling his sweatbands from his wrists he showed them his own long since faded scars. "But... I have been clean at least this fer a few years with the help of my friends and Charles... He lets me smash lamps... Whet I'm trying to say is. I know how feckin' hard it is, Sticks. Don't ever doubt yourself, your worth, or your bangin' body just because of some scars. They made us who we are today. Fuck whoever else is out There trying to tell us who to be or what to wear because of them. I think yer amazing so don't forget that! I only wear these cause I got weak wrists and I got the arthritis." Pickles said confidently as his partner pulled him down to their lips kissing him hard and deep.

The next morning came too fast. Clothes spilled out of the windows of Pickles' beater car and onto the pavement of the Kroger's parking lot. Faint tapping is what awoke Pickles bright and early at the ungodly hour of 10AM from his place of slumber in the back seat, naked but covered with his emergency blanket atop his S/O. "Sir... we got a call about two cases of public indecency... can you please at lease put pants on and vacate the premises... there are children here."

[swholli]

Ok, so, maybe I’m just not the right shade of autistic for it, but I’ve never “based my identity” on a piece of fiction?

I saw the ask about h*gwarts houses and in the replies someone asks “is there a series not written by a bigot I can base my identity on?”

And while I know the reply was likely only half serious it got me thinking; a healthy separation of self and media is a good thing that I think late stage capitalism is robbing us of it.

My special interests for many years has been Star Wars- a series I’ve been obsessed with in a way that I can put on mostly any of the movies and find comfort in revisiting them.

I don’t think of myself in terms of “jedi” or “sith” or anything like that. I don’t think about the greater philosophical implications of the lore and then apply that to myself in the real world, it’s fiction written by a fallible human. Not everything within it has some secret real truth other than what you get out of it. Not every piece of fiction you interact with and interpret has to be your new religion.

But in the age of hyper consumption, where everything is content and watching any new show or movie has an expectation of having done your homework on the complex lore and characters and previous works: It’s not a stretch to say the media is specifically designing itself to be consumed this way. They want you to form an identity around it, attach yourself to it, because then you’re less likely to leave the fandom no matter what they put out and will always stay a loyal customer to the brand.

I mentioned Star Wars because it’s the argument I made when h*gwarts legacy came out. If George Lucas came on Twitter and started bashing trans folk and donating his billions of Disney dollars to anti-trans causes, well even if was a little sad to do, I’d just stop watching Star Wars.

I like the media I consume, I am not the media I consume. I do not and have not based my core tenants of my beliefs and personality on someone else’s mythos.

I’m not saying this to imply that I’m somehow better than anyone, I think we’re all capable of understanding. I think for some it really is like leaving a religion. But, bro, you gotta. You have to be able to hold the things you like at an arms length sometimes and ask yourself questions about it. Not just of its text or subtext, but of the very thing itself. Because at the end of the day it is still just a thing made by people, and there are so many more worthy stories than just your favorite one.

I know they have us all bogged down with reality to the point where escapism is the only viable option to stay sane, but you can still choose your escapism. You are not beholden to something just because you liked it. It’s perfectly okay to still like things that you liked as a kid, but you’re supposed to grow and learn and change. Nothing is static, there will be new and exciting stories again, but first we have to stop giving the old stories power and let them die when it’s their time to die.

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

i am working through something and i wanted to express it somewhere but it feels too personal to say publicly.. and your blog feels like a safe place to confess things.. I want to go on hrt but am terrified of my mother's reaction. she knows im trans and is a lot more ok with it than she used to be but she still doesn't understand and is really bothered by her own lack of understanding. and my sense is that when my appearance changes from T shes going to hate it and be extremely upset. I'm an adult and I dont want to be controlled by my mother's feelings but due to my family dynamics growing up I have rotated around her feelings my whole life, its not as bad as it used to be but i still feel her feelings are dangerous and painful to me. I have a great support system, im blessed with so many friends and even my older siblings who I wasn't close with have been very supportive of me being trans. I dont need to be scared, materially I will be safe and loved even if my mother hurts me. but still its so terrifying to me. I want to get over this and not feel so dependent on her approval, but at the same time i dont even know if its possible. who can help wanting their mother to love them? or even more than love, because i know she does love me and thats really why its so hard, i want her to approve of me and be happy for me. I dont want the happiness i know i will feel from going on hrt to be ruined by her hating my life choices. my spiritual life is pushing me to take control of my life and bring my internal self and reality into the material, I know i cant keep ignoring my own physical desires and living with dissonance between the internal and external...so im moving towards that and i know i'll get there regardless its just terrifying and i wanted to talk about it.. uhh ya sorry this is so personal and emotional i hope it isnt uncomfortable for you or anyone else to read because i know these are really painful issues for many people. and i don't expect you to have any advice necessarily i know htese are huge issues to work through... i just wanted to express it and put it into the world that i'm working on this. thank you for letting me use your askbox to talk! hope your day is great

thankyou for trusting me with your confession anon <3 its not at all uncomfortable to me for you to confide your feelings.. Does anyone who's transitioned have supportive advice they cld leave for anon in the replies? i dont want to speak on something i havent personally experienced.

One thing i do relate to immensely is having a mother who doesn't try to see you as a unique individual, and becomes very displeased when u act in ways that don't align with her worldview. my mom will straight up tell me i look ugly with pink hair. my mom knows i make music but she's never asked to hear one of my songs. she doesn;t want to know about anything that interests me or my motivations in life. etc etc. and it's that same feeling of like, well, she does Love me i think, but i'll never feel that she truly approves of me. idk what the answer is..in my own life it has lead to me being quite a distant person, and rebellious in nature, i coped with it by purposefully leaning into the parts of me she disapproved of most. but idk if that's been healthy for me.

ultimately, we will disappoint everyone in our lives at one point or another.. Sometimes even when u try ur best to please someone it still doesn't work out. so please dont be too hard on urself <3 One thing im learning to cope with my ocd spirals (usually body dysmorphia or guilt related) is to "zoom out", try and redirect my thoughts to the bigger picture of life, it makes my own problems feel smaller in a way that doesn;t silence or dismiss them, just re-contextualizes them in that moment and makes it feel less imminent & overwhelming. mayb i can talk more about methods and analogies for this sometime.

Hope u can find some peace anon and i'm sure your hopes and dreams will materialize for u if u just keep going & focusing your energy on ur dreams. Stay safe <333 PMD9

[girl-genius-comic-tourney]

Ok its friday night, so heres some updates on the first half of round one:

Current leads for the first half are Agatha, Violetta, Klaus, Bang, Vanamonde, Higgs, Franz and Dingbot Prime. Their polls close Monday night.

All of these polls are drastically uneven, with the exception of Violetta vs Dimo and Van vs Moloch. They keep flipping back and forth on who's leading, which is really interesting to watch.

Some further updates:

I read this blogs notes every night, so I've seen everyone's replies, but I have never felt comfortable using tumblrs reply feature. For some reason I honestly just didnt expect to get so many questions/suggestions via the reply feature instead of the ask box, so i didnt realize itd be a problem. I did make a short faq post the other day, but I don't think that was as effective as replying to the asks directly. Because of this, I am considering adding a second mod to help answer questions. If anyone would be comfortable helping with that please DM me and we'll talk.

Thank you to everyone who has voted so far, and who has been participating in discussion. I hope this has been fun.

[etoiile]

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[feathered-moths-ablaze]

I want to talk about the Retirement Arc (no not in a negative way calm down plz-)

Ok this will be a very different interpretation of it since I.. didn't watch the arc. My autistic ass saw the thumbnail of Ghost's Retirement and somehow got to the conclusion of "oh they're not making P.I.E videos anymore. :(" I don't know how I got to that but I did. Oops. Alot of what I know is from second hand sources, so if I miss out on anything important, I just didn't know it existed.

Anyways, Arc Time Yippee!

Ghost has had enough. He can feel his mental health hanging on by a thread, feel the drop coming closer day by day and he knows he needs a break. Problem is: he does not want to open up about his feelings to the others, including Toast. It'll lead to having to confront things he would rather not confront and he is not doing that with them! So he kinda just... Leaves in the middle of the night and doesn't tell anyone. He just needs to go now; can't stop or hesitate - he's going to collapse if he does.

Of course the next morning after he wakes up he opens his phone and sees the text from Toast asking where he is. Ghost can't bring himself to answer right now (still a bit eepy) so he doesn't, then forgets to reply until like a week later. shit.

He spends the next 10 months getting his shit back together while avoiding the others because he can't exactly give an answer to why he's been off the grid for this long. He knows he has to face them at some point but he... he just can't right now.

This is when I divert course to Headcannon Town

Of course he does come back at some point. It doesn't go well

Spooker is relieved but a little iffy and Colin is annoyed, but Toast? Oh he is pissed, and its not a surprise as to why. He's been gone for nearly a year, ghosted them throughout, and now expects him to be happy to see his face again? With no explanation in the first place?!

Toast chews him out for basically ditching all of them, and leaves Ghost feeling very much like he's been punched in the chest. Yeah they both have a bit of a cry later.

The next day he finally tells them why he did it. It doesn't exactly smooth everything over, but it does relieve some tension. He's not at speaking level with Toast though. Toast feels... complicated.

He is still angry, don't get me wrong, but how he just feels betrayed: yeah it explains why he left, but why didn't he tell him, the one closest to him, until now? Did he not trust them after everything they've been though? There's also some hints of sadness. He misses him, as much as he currently doesn't want to admit it.

Ghost also misses their bond, so he starts working to try to make up for it. Of course, it isn't easy to make up for nearly a year.

Spooker is the first to 'forgive' him (idk if forgive is the right word) and kept Ghost motivated to try and make amends. Yes I am giving Ghost and Spooker a positive relationship why not?

Next is Toast. Yep we're jumping straight to him they're both lonely and want their bond again

Ghost tell him why he kept quiet until now. He didn't feel strong enough to tell anyone at that moment, and as the months went on and he got the help he needed, he didn't feel ready to face them again after leaving so suddenly. So he didn't, and it builded and builded until he couldn't take it anymore.

Toast accepts this and they get on the path of being close again. It does take a few weeks but soon they're close again.

Colin is actually the only one who doesn't forgive Ghost. He had gotten ghosted pre- P.I.E, so having it happen again leaves a very sour taste in his mouth. While they're on alright terms now, it's not going to be like before, and Ghost is going to have to live with that.

Arc over woo!

This partly came to be because I was thinking of some Toastedghost angst about them having an argument but it's Toast who's angry instead of Ghost and the retirement arc seemed like the perfect set-up to that. But I knew jack-shit about what happened in it to bace and I am not a writer (English classes/exams killed any passion I had for writing)

Hope this turned out alright :>