#of knowing that no matter how clean it is it cant be Organized it will never Look clean or presentable

[rupertholmes]

i think if you grew up in my household you would have put a gun to my mom and dad's heads already

[ourladyoftheflytrap]

Mom making fun of my room but she cannot appreciate how hard it is to keep a room organized when you have 1 shelf and 1 nightstand and no other table space

[summertimesadnessirl]

I started cooking everything from scratch in high school so I didn't have to think. Cornbread. Then toast the cornbread. Don't like it, let's bake bread instead. Half a dozen boiled eggs. Three kinds of potatoes- au gratin with bacon and sour cream and mashed potatoes with cream with the skin dotting them. Regular and vegetarian gravy. Pumpkin cheesecake and berry crumble. Stuffing still isn't right let's buy onion hard rolls and seed bread and toast it. Boil rosemary in the potatoes. There are never enough vegetables what about roasted squash? Wild rice? Cooking and cooking and cooking until I fell over.

I hate being idle.

This may be a traumaversary, but hypervigilance makes me excellent at speed bingo and competitive solitaire. The Memories engulf me, old pains haunt me, I win $15. I can buy several consolation gas station cappuccinos with this. Work smarter, not harder.

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　TRANSFORMERS x gn reader

　　　　『　hound ,, drift ,, rewind ,, first aid ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> household activities

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack ,, comfort

　　— just some small household activities to do with the bots <3 these are headcannons ,, there’ll be scenarios in a separate post to these tho ! :3

    - hound + folding clothes

| • hound has always found your clothing interesting ,, even if theres never really anything interesting about it

| • cybertronians dont have clothes to put on when they get cold ,, or to wear when they want to show off a new look ,, or for different sportive activities

| • it intrigued him ,, how you could easily change your outer look and find a new one

| • the most cybertronians had with that was mods and paint jobs ,, maybe a different limb if they got injured

| • he isnt too sure how to fold socks or shirts so you let him fold your pants whilst you do those

| • no matter how many times you show him how to fold socks hes still amazed and when he tries to do it he somehow fails

| • hound likes how they all look neat put up and folded ,, how it takes up little space no matter how many clothes you have

    - first aid + cooking

| • he only asked you to show him how to cook because he sees you do it often

| • its a foreign thing to him ,, after all energon is liquid and if its not than its crystal like and inedible

| • not only that but first aid wants to do something nice for you which he cant due to him always being in the medbay ,, and even when hes off of work you're usually asleep

| • it gives him time alone with you that usually results in no interruptions ,, him growing closer to you ,, and a wonderful bonding and learning experience

| • on days you accidentally sleep in he usually makes you breakfast so you dont miss it or have to worry about being late

| • do compliment him :( he loves it and it makes him happy

    - drift + dishes

| • he would find you doing your dishes one day ,, after you didnt text him after some time ,, so he would go find you in your room doing your dishes

| • he'd question you about them ,, since cybertronians only have cups and cubes to clean and even then it doesnt take too long

| • drift would offer to help ,, using his mass-displaced form and help with rinsing drying the dishes off so the job would get done faster

| • whilst in the midst of focus ,, you may get an idea and decide to splash a little water at him

| • little did you know that would start a little war between you two ,, with you both splashing water back forth at each other

| • its safe to say that the ground ,, counter ,, and both of you are soaked afterwards

    - rewind + gardening

| • he offers to help you when he finds you taking care of some plants you've brought aboard the lost light ,, something about oxygen and carbon dioxide

| • he doesnt remember too much of what you said about it ,, just that you have them

| • rewind has a lot of knowledge in his database ,, though theres not a lot of organic things in there since he's dedicated his life to dominus ambus in a way

| • he'll be interested ,, standing over you as you pot the plant ,, switching the soil and putting a bit of fertilizer in the pot

| • rewind will ask questions about it ,, camera rolling to store away the information in his database

| • he'll learn about them ,, that they make oxygen from carbon dioxide ,, how its a cycle between you and the plant

| • since you breath in oxygen and breath out carbon dioxide ,, how the plant takes in carbon dioxide and releases oxygen ,, its somewhat interesting to him in a way

| • he'll definitely help if you let him ,, feeling how foreign the soil is under his digits is and how mushy it feels when watered

| • its quite the learning experience for him

[xamaxenta]

Ace goes from just delivering Sabo’s little love notes and valentines to now doubling down and sending his own, he’s gotta properly court Marco now that he’s decided he’s in love with him y’know Sabo get a head start Ace has to catch up. Marco gets a package on his doorstep, two more birds, and one is a familiar clean butchering; the dove has been cleanly and neatly dissected and all it’s organs have been removed and preserved and pinned down into a pretty little shadow box, there’s a blue ribbon tied around the package, it’s so clearly Sabo’s work, but the other one…

The other one is a hawk, and it isn’t clean at all. It wasn’t shot, no, it wasn’t killed in any kind of traditional way. It looks like whoever did it caught it with their Teeth, snatched it off a branch like an animal would, bit clean through hollow bird-bones. There’s a card with it that’s just an imprint of this person’s teeth, showing that the bites match, they line up perfectly.

Sabo uploads a new video. “Serial Killers Talking About You NSFW ASMR 😘👅” and it’s clearly scripted, things are kept vague enough that anybody who doesn’t Know would easily just assume this is more of his usual dark RP stuff, but Marco Does know. This is a conversation about him. Only Sabo’s half of the conversation — his accomplice isn’t actually in the video — but Marco can guess what was said based on Sabo’s replies, and maybe Sabo is embellishing or editing for the camera but the gist of the conversation must of been the same. They talked about Marco, about falling for him, about the accomplice specifically falling for him. Sabo is smug and amused and turned on, he knew it was only a matter of time until they were both on the same page.

Marco gets another package in the mail. A necklace — red coral beads, worn-smooth and slightly faded, clearly something old and well-loved. This one has a photograph too. It’s a picture of the necklace Marco was wearing that night he walked home from the bar, the one he’d barely noticed getting snatched off his neck during the thrill of the chase. It’s wrapped around a fist — tanned skin, scarred knuckles, calloused fingers, little freckles dotting the back of the hand — and that fist in turn is wrapped around a cock, fully hard and beading precum at the tip and jutting up from a thatch of dark hair. Marco can just barely see the edge of a toned stomach, muscled thighs. A little note in scratchy hand-writing. “Trade you.”

SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY got lost in the sauce

I love delivery boy Ace hes such a good boy BUT ONLY for Sabo and Sabo alone however Marco may be changing him slowly and soon. Perhaps. He can he at Marcos beck and call too :3

The beautifully butchered creatures Sabo takes apart just to present their bones as trinkets, morbid little gifts to showcase just how much he loves and thinks of Marco all hand crafted its so intimate and they all take so much personal time to put together that theres no chance Marco cant not see the depth of Sabos obsessive love for him

And the hawk!!! Ace captured it and snapped its neck between his teeth, the hard card stock provided with the INPRINT OF HIS OWN TEETH TO SHOW A PERFECT MATCH HIS LARGE CANINES!!! Genrvahdhishs fucking henious creature he just wants to show off to Marco, hes big hes bad grrrr r r. R r r r r

The newest upload pings Marcos notifs and he knows from the get go that the subject matter involves him which should be the greatest red flag of all time that only makes him feel so much hotter, dimming the lights shutting the door but leaving his blinds unshuttered listens to the audio because the whisper of Sabos voice is molten heat and softest velvet and Marco shouldn’t want him or his accomplice but here he is stroking himself lazily to the voice of a man who eagerly wants to disembowel him, because he is the focal subject of this particular upload

I wanna say thank you for this part the trade of the necklaces Ace giving up something so personal to himself as a sign of his courtship and as a visual claim on Marco…. Fucking sexy

The addition of the photo with the stolen necklace around his dick is also absolutely insane because its so visceral theyre functioning as one unit yet the way they want to show their feelings towards Marco is so different Sabos slowburn, coy gifts and layered innuendo via the media Marco initially found him through and Aces direct contact approach..

Marco how does he feel receiving such a highly sexual image along with what should be a pretty normal gift, if not a little intimate due to the wear and tear on the beads, thrilled probably that he has made such a profound impact on these two men, the tension between all three of them stretches gossamer thin!!!

[blackberreh-art]

Sleep part 2 (first half)

Five months had passed since Toshinori became All for One's live in guard (Neighbor), and Toshinori had learned a few things about his former enemy-now-charge.

All for One was a slob. He left his own apartment a mess, rarely clearing trash from the counter or cleaning dishes, or making his bed or folding his clothes. That task often fell to Toshinori, which - surprisingly - he didn't have much to complain about. Toshinori had a terrible habit of getting into his own head when by himself and often forgot to clean up after himself, so cleaning up after two was a good way to keep him distracted. 

He made sure to complain, though. All for One would just shrug him off with a lazy hand wave and say that he would get to it later - and then proceed to not do that.  It was like he was used to others cleaning up after his messes. 

What a princess.

He was also a snob - to be expected. He expected the finest things, despite the fact that Toshinori was granted a small budget to keep All for One fed and watered while at the HPSC's beck and call, and it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy All for One and his need for expensive food and shiny designer clothing. And collectables. Rare figures and the like from decades ago that Toshinori had heard him clucking his tongue over as he browsed listings for on auction sites (one of the few things he was allowed on the internet to do under supervision), muttering about their real worth. Such things weren't even in the budget, much to All for One's disgust. 

Amongst other such things that were not a part of the budget - alcohol. All for One was apparently a real aficionado when it came to booze of all sorts, and once gotten on the subject would *not stop talking*. Toshinori often glazed over when the ex-villain got started because a) he didn't care, he'd never been one for drinking and cant do so anymore with half his organs gone, and b) All for One was more tolerable when he was talking about a topic he was interested in, and telling him to stop would make him pout, which made Toshinori want to punch him.

(And Toshinori had come to realize that he liked All for One's voice. The morning of the realization he'd locked himself in the bathroom and ducked his head under the sink faucet and tried to drown himself.)

(Not really, but the cold anchored him and he was able to bury those feelings deep down amongst the guilt and rage he had locked away)

(Toshinori had become very good at compartmentalising) 

The amount of time that All for One spent in Toshinori's presence grew as well. Some days Toshinori woke up to him having raided his fridge for leftovers and left a complete mess on the kitchen counter, and having taken over the entirety of the couch with his body entertaining himself with whatever book or magazine caught his attention that day. Other mornings Toshinori came into the kitchen to see All for One had made breakfast, of all things. Still made a mess that he refused to clean, but hey, who would have though the villain could make a decent meal?

(It was food Toshinori could actually eat too. A kindness that pulled at those feelings Toshinori had hidden deep away, much to his despair.)

("Don't get used to it." All for One had scoffed the first time. "I had a craving and happened to make more than necessary."

"It's not poisoned?" Toshinori asked suspiciously, despite knowing for a fact that he wouldn't have been able to get his hands on poison no matter how hard he tried.

All for One scoffed at him, fished a spoonful of perfectly-cooked-congee from Toshi's bowl and ate it with the most obscene hum imaginable. "You'll know if I drop dead shortly, won't you?"

Toshinori ate, and it was good, and he cursed at All for One the whole time.)

They spent more and more time together. All for One didn't sleep much beyond those times he crashed for a day or so each few weeks, and he kept himself occupied will Toshinori got his own rest whenever his mind allowed. They ate together. They watched tv together. They read together. They just existed together, and day in and day out fights grew less frequent, then almost non-existent. Heated debates ended in eye rolls and scoffs instead of rage and blood. All for One's attempts to get a rise of him had turned into something more teasing than malicious. In turn, Toshi was a little less on edge, more exasperated than frustrated and angry. 

Whenever forced to leave on errand runs, All for One followed along with nary a complaint - perfectly content to just be let out of the apartment complex in general. Toshinori stopped rushing to get those errands done, instead lingering on the way through the nearby park and ducking into stores they didn't really need to enter.

 All for One was like a tic who'd latched onto Toshinori and was sucking him dry of vitality, growing fat and content, while Toshinori stewed and stewed, anger and guilt carefully packed away and ignored with each new flare. 

(Toshinori thought he'd been long sick of All for One's presence. He didn't understand why one morning when he exited his bedroom and saw All for One stretched out on his couch, holding Toshi's favourite mug in hand and a dog eared book hovering over his face - and didn't feel the usual surge of irritation.)

(He'd felt, of all things, a slither of amusement. All for One dog eared his books. Who would have thought?)

Every other evening, they played Go together. It had been at least a decade since Toshinori had last played, so he was rusty, and All for One had expected it to be an easy win.

It almost was. But Toshinori had always been quick to adapt, and he had All for One on the ropes by the skin of his teeth for nearly the whole evening. The ex-villain won, barely, and the way he'd glowered at Toshinori with an anger that was quick to shift into thoughtfulness. 

All for One must have forgotten that Toshinori was a master strategist as well.

The next game, there was something like an aura of satisfaction around the ex-villain when they played, and he hardly kicked up a fuss when Toshinori won an hour later. Toshinori had been so unnerved , wondering if the villain was planning to spring something nefarious on him, but all he'd done was purr an eager "Next time, I'll win." Before he was sauntering away.

Next time, he did win. He'd swept the floor with Toshinori, smirking the entire time, and it awakened a deep, burning desire to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. 

Toshinori was determined to win, now.

(Sometimes, All for One grew Bored™️ with go, so it was with a sense of bemusement that Toshinori found himself entertaining All for One with various different games. Chess was the next best contender, and they tackled it with the same determination to win as they had Go, and Toshinori - 

Toshinori had fun.)

(More guilt is felt, firmly locked away. It was getting harder, and Toshinori was beginning to feel like he was choking.)

[scoutbot]

Please help us and don't let us suffer please

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[thesilliesgotme]

INFODUMP CAUSE I CANT SLEEP

Long post so beware

1 deaths/kills

on the episode when they get too creative they start using meat and organs to 'decorate' and be creative with (red puts glitter on a heart) so something did die, duck also dies twice, once by the veggie can (eats his insides) and he literally dies, red is supposed to die in a lake, yellow has almost died multiple times, like the episode with warren, yellow dad kills and eats an entire family of 4, they all kill warren with that spear thing and they also insult him, electracy my beloved almost dies due to power overload, and briefcase, tony (clock) veggie can, and the train man all die(all but train man die from the same guy), duck kills a bread child in the family episode, coffin possibly dies due to yellow getting duck, and stain Edwards is killed by duck in the same episode

2 teachers

I personally think the teachers are for keeping the trio entertained and educated along with making it seem like a children's show, because Lesley is at the very top of the house so she runs the show, being able to see everyone and all. She's got replacements for if they die or go missing (like the transport episode or the death episode. Also the eat healthy episode), I think the teachers are also there to keep an eye on them, like how tony is always watching in the living room, or in the family episode they teach them not to leave each other (stay In the house), or even the lamp who is in their room. also the death episode seems a bit odd plan because he doesn't teach too much and also puts them in emotional distress. Like how yellow can't let go and red makes a replacement that is later on killed. And coffin seems more annoyed and just wants to do his job as a coffin. No matter how bad things are they usually resolve themselves or the episode ends and Lesley fixes everything

3 trio dynamic

Red is 100% the father figure out of the 3 of them, he helps clean, has the recliner chair, and has the most common sense, he also drives in the transport episode (probably cause he's the only one who can reach the pedals) red also tries to make sure everyone gets along, when yellow breaks something Duck yells at him for being stupid and red steps in and yells at him for speaking like that to yellow because he said he wouldn't anymore, meaning red must have talked to duck about being mean to yellow and going easy on him, most likely because he isn't the sharpest tool on the shed (the episode does end in a fight between the 3 of them but still) Duck is kind of like the grumpy old man/husband (fluffybird yes ik) he's usually reading the newspaper and has a short temper with everyone except Colin who is nice to him and sometimes red. Duck finds the comedy in most situations and tries to take charge, he can't live without red and yellow even if he is really rude to them both, he teases red for being jealous of him being dead and he very obviously misses them in the family episode because he's the first to go. He is relived when red comes back but acts like he isn't. He also isn't mean to yellow when he brings him back from coffin and enjoys his time in the house relaxing and watching TV. Yellow is 110% the autistic son. He is very much like a child due to his old batteries and his neglectfully father who he still loves. His father probably forgot to change his batteries after a while and because he's a shitty person who lives in the walls he doesn't care. Assuming Roy (father) uses batteries too he may have become an alcoholic or drug user of some point and let his batteries go bad, maybe even before yellows went bad and yellow might have been too young to know how to replace them so he also became like Roy. Roy only speaks in grunts and noises so his must be worse than yellows. Yellow must also have gotten used to his batteries faster than his dad or just had to adapt to stay with the other 2 because when electracy has his batteries she becomes unstable along with the power overload.

4 Lesley

She's the attic dwelling mother. There are hints to her existence before the electricity episode, in the transport episode the licence plate and names on transport man are all Lesley, showing that she 'owns' the teachers in some way, like their figures in the dollhouse. I don't remember what episode it is exactly but there is one where red finds a ripe of device that controls what teachers pop up and what they do, Roy does find red back there so either Roy controls the teachers or Lesley does and Roy just watches. Also I think it's before the electricity episode but the opening scene with the house where it spins it shows a gloves hand winding up the house so it turns on and spins. In the attic when yellow finds Lesley you can see her gloved hands playing the piano with the house on top. She has all these items on display from other episodes and has lots of figures of the trio. When yellow tries to help and puts a duck figure down its head falls off, either referencing to the death episode where duck kills stain Edwards by chopping his head off or it's because only Lesley can put the puppets down.

5 the family theory

When Lesley and yellow meet in the attic she yells at him for not being his real son. Which means Roy would be her husband/ex husband/child father because Roy is yellows dad. There are lots of theories about this, like how yellow and Roy could be her dead family and to cope she kidnaped 4 people to make a semi family and decided to teach them for her own entertainment or to make her child happy, a dad and 2 friends/family members. Some people think that Lesley made the trio but there are multiple missing posters shown and the dates June 19-20 are shown which must be their kidnaping date. And for the dollhouse/dolls in the attic maybe Lesley is some sort of half being, she could have sold her soul to be this sort of puppeteer role to keep them all alive for whatever reasons she may have

This is just what I think and have noticed! Feel free to reblog and add theories/corrections/explanations I would love to hear more!

[mothmans-art-page]

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[urdadthinksimfine]

Day 3

Im mad at me how healing wounds is my priority again, a major focus for my attention, when it was healed just before my last relapse. What wouldve been my focus now, that I have acceptable skin?

Probably enduring how my skin is still breaking out, and being clean doesnt look clean or feel clean at all for me, how everything makes me cravy and destroyi and everything is destroyable and my perfectionism gets lit when there are no wounds, but just outbreaks.

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Im going to sports courses, though, trying to give me a different body feel. I cant be a dainty cute girl, maybe ill look less dirty, if my body was more defined, even though its boxy and boyish.

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I want to have a good and working skin care routine, nice products that work and a lush looking and smooth skin because of it. I want to know what my skin and body needs.

Skin care routine wise,

nutrition wise with antioxidants and shit, making my outbreaks less and making me more energetic,

exercise and body wise, what my body and mind and skin needs for getting its juices flowing, blood circulation and reducing stress and stuff,

media wise, what does it give me to share and write down, presenting myself officially, even though no one needs to read or react, with ranty-tumblr, aesthetic-tumblr, longing-tumblr..

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If been looking up nutrition for people with athritis, how to reduce inflammation and stuff.. im very cravy right now, with everything that i want but dont do or am, i know, i just wonder what it takes from me to be able to do all that..

Eating the right stuff,

cooking with herbs that do stuff,

making things pretty,

knowing what to heat and what not.

How can i act different than i do.. i dont do stuff, that i want to, because im too scared to commit to one decision. in every way. but in this case it prevents me from putting shelves on the walls, purchasing real furniture, making places for things, like tupper for herbs and racks for dishes or flatware. even more difficult, putting color onto my walls, getting decoration of any kind, blenders for the windows.

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At least Im doing my resolutions:

not destroying!

only 1 sweet snack per day (like 1 can of sugary drink, 1 piece of pie, 1 sugared coffee..)

at least 1 urban sports course per day

Other things with a little less priority:

meditating

inquiry and sitting a table

handle things on my own, instead of discussing it with my inner circle

I need to get some kind of clearity, of what I want and what is just a reaction to stress (like wanting to move cities, going to Japan or staying for a job), what do I want to do in the future (what would i like to study and/ or work later), what are my interests (maths, social problems, biologic matters, music, organizing and planning stuff, what is hobby-worthy and what would i wanna do for a job) and what and who do i wanna be, like someone completely different and try very new new things or should i pay more attention to what i think are my limits, to what is stressing me out?

"Who am I when I dont destroy myself" kinda thing.. Right now I really, really, wanna leave, the city or the country and get away, because I feel constricted. What if thats just me, with my own limitation from my addiction?

I miss the sentou and its meditative atmosphere. I miss how alone i was with my thoughts, feelings and time back there. I want that. I feel like I cant think around my people, like I cant find out what I really want.

when I came back from Japan I was so sure that I dont want to and I shouldnt stay in Berlin. I knew, I needed to change cities. and then.. I dont want to blame it on other pleople, but then she got so suicidal that I thought, whats worse, living here, giving what I can, or leaving and living with the guilt? I know and I was told that this was the wrong motive to stay, but I did and I got comfortable here.

The question is, is leaving just running away? or is leaving the healthy thing to do for me, with my way of being and with my circle being a bit.. co-dependent. どうするの？

[highschool-rooftop]

july 6th, 2023

back again as always but this time this entry will be dedicated the things i want to change most about my body, this... flesh mecha.

my hormones. i need hrt, my dysphoria feels like it keeps getting worse and worse every time i tell myself to just wait a little bit longer, til im just a bit more comfortable where i am, to have the money to afford it and pay for the prescription. i had remember having a dream a little recently of just offing myself because i couldnt take the dysphoria. im tired of putting in all the extra effort to appear feminine but if i stop no one at my work i feel will take me for who i am and customers will most definitely misgender me. i cant go through that every day again, that'll make things worse. at least if im on hormones eventually my body will have redistributed all the fat and muscle and what not and so i wont have to keep up with my stupid walk cycle or wear my makeup every time i go out.

my voice is another thing. i hate it so fucking much- i wish i could take scissors to my throat and cut out my fucking vocals thats how much i fucking hate them. my voice is so fucking masculine and no matter how much i practice and no matter what the fuck i do or say or how i pronounce certain words i feel like theres nothing i can do because it always cracks, it always comes out masculine even when my throat muscles are doing the right shit. i dont know what to do anymore im so tempted to just have shaving part of my vocals or whatever part of my transition because i cant.....

and also while I'm at it, i need bottom surgery as like second most highest priority because as i said before this dysphoria is going to kill me. i feel like i cant even enjoy masturbating because i want to have a pussy so fucking badly- i want to be the one thats being fucked- but thanks to the fact that i was born with a dick i cant enjoy any of that and unless im lucky and fascists dont overrun my country in our next election and somehow also they figure out how to give trans people full sex organ transplants that work and are safe AND i have all the money to afford it since its unlikely we're beating Capitalism™ and turn into an anarcho-communist society in the next 6 years i wont be able to because ill be stuck with having to make due with my ass. im not a fan of assplay honestly, as much as i dont want to admit this, my diet sucks and because of that my bowel movements aren't always the most consistent, which leads to accidents and then i have to not just deal with lube and (rarely, because its so stressful worrying about whether i can actually enjoy myself and orgasm or have to clean up early and feel gross, disgusting, and so dysphoric im damn close to just disassociating and spiraling into a depression pit deep enough to make dwarves gasp in shock and awe!! its awful, and its something that i just wouldnt have to deal with if i didnt have a dick. yeah id obviously deal with periods and all the cramps and mood swings and blood, and then id also deal with discharge but its all stuff i would gladly take and suffer with if it means i can put an end to this nagging feeling inside telling me im not good enough, im just a gross perverted monster, im a freak, and that i should just end it.

[cursedfortune]

If there was one truth with any world - it was blood. Everything bled. Whether it was organic, energy - it mattered not what it was, it would bleed. She lived long enough to see such. To make such happen.

Whether Regulus was presentable or not, it never mattered to her. He was handsome regardless, he was hers to love and cherish no matter the shape he took. Not matter how clean his hands were, or how stained.

She didn't need to know the truth of this world, the reality of it being so brutal. If anything, Mortem's reaction should tell him everything he needed to know. She wasn't one to flinch in the face of brutality, she didn't shy away from the blood that drenched him. If there was a soul who intimately understood life and death, it was her.

His teasing made her smile grow. She loved when he was playful with her, when he felt so comfortable and things just flowed naturally.

His hands were brushed, staining her hair - her dress as they kissed. His soaked clothing darkened her black dress, his lips darkened her ashen lips. Red colored her pale skin and she didn't care. She celebrated his victory with him, she found him just as attractive as before. The smiles that adorned their faces were only interrupted by the kisses they shared. And once more, it was apparent just how comfortable they were with one another. The blood meant nothing, it changed nothing in the face of their love.

To hear a moment later he enjoyed seeing her so pleased brought forth a little chuckle, a touch bashful by his compliments always. But what interested her most was how thrilled he felt allowing himself to be drenched in the blood of his enemies. Her head canted slightly, neither of them caring about the death and gore that surrounded them - of the blood that adorned them.

"Well then, I find it exhilarating that you feel so thrilled. Now only do I get a lovely sight, but you genuinely enjoying it as well." Mortem mused as she took a short stroll, circling him once to appreciate the full view of him before returning to stand before her husband.

"There's a particular feeling that comes with allowing yourself to be coated in the blood of your opponents, I find. I enjoy the way the atmosphere changes, when your opponents see you and feel dread. The intimidation, the negativity affects them and yet... you're in your element. I wish you could have seen yourself through my eyes, Regulus." The witch sighed wistfully, "You're efficient brutality was beautiful."

It was quite the spectacle to be drenched from head to toe in the blood of his foes. More often than not, it was the very blood he spilled that fueled his relentless quest to eliminate anyone who dared to stand in his path. He didn’t require much, but he found a certain satisfaction in using either rain or blood during his assaults; it made everything feel more effortless.

And here he was again, standing before her, his body smeared with the remnants of those he had vanquished. Even his once-white hair was now a deep crimson, and the only features visible were his striking golden eyes, glimmering amidst the chaos. Blood pooled around him, a testament to the countless lives he had taken, a number so vast he had long since lost track. Today had seen a significant toll, and as he approached her, he stood there, a living embodiment of the carnage he had wrought.

He knew he was hardly presentable, a truth that hung in the air, but he found a strange joy in being there, despite the mess. He wanted her to understand the reality of his world, the brutal existence he faced daily, all for the sake of those he wished to harm.

He was on a mission to make a statement, to elicit a smile from her, perhaps even a laugh that would bubble up from her core. He craved a reaction, and she did not disappoint.

“How handsome am I?” he teased, relishing the moment as he caught her gaze. For a fleeting instant, it seemed the blood that adorned him didn’t frighten her at all.

He observed her delicate hands, so small, pale, and pristine, as they lifted toward him. Blood cascaded over her fingers, transforming them into a vivid crimson as he was drawn closer to her lips. Their bodies collided, his against the fabric of her dark dress, which quickly absorbed the red hue of his presence. As he pulled her back, her hair trailed behind, leaving long, scarlet streaks in its wake.

He brushed her lips with gentle kisses, captivated by the smile that lit up her face—this was all he desired. She pulled back, blood still staining her fingers, and gazed at him in silence. He stood there, nonchalant, as if shrugging off the weight of his recent actions, as if returning from a day of routine slaughter was just another ordinary occurrence.

“It’s truly exhilarating to see you so pleased. I thought I would feel revulsion, but instead, I find it thrilling.”

[im-just-a-simp-le-whore]

Headcanons again my friends

Once more it's seven deadly sins

They're just at random

I feel like the fact that meliodas (and probably zeldris) cant cook is one of 2 things

Either its a demon thing, like across the board no matter the class

this includes the ten commandments and mael

Or! Since mel and zel were royal, they had cooks or maids or some shit so they just... copied what they saw

They can make it look exactly how it's supposed to, but do not measure a god damn thing and base it on what they think they saw

Like I'm pretty sure meliodas has said something to the tune of;

"I don't know why it tastes so bad, I did what I was supposed to"

Which leads me to believe hes just fucking winging it, eyeballing the entire "recipe"

Meliodas has one regular that no matter where he goes this regular always finds the tavern

After a while of it just happening, meliodas and regular are on a first name basis and are fairly good friends

Meliodas gets concerned if he hasnt seen said regular for a town or two

Mf pops in like "sorry I was sick!" Or "my wife just had a baby! :)"

The baby screamed and cried when it saw meliodas

Also puked on him, multiple times

Meliodas has vowed to never hold a baby again because of this, but never tells the regular that :)

I would also imagine meliodas is like horrifically anal about his tavern, keeps everything super clean, but for fucks sake he cannot organize for shit, except for the booze :)

Nothing has a designated spot

He plays musical shelf/drawers until he finds what he needs

Bans first day meliodas and diane swear up and down they saw a tear run down bans face after spending 45+ min looking for a spatula

After that ban spent several hours organizing the kitchen

The next day meliodas immediately fucked it up and Ban was found later that night drunk and sobbing on the floor

The following morning ban holds up a teaspoon and a 1 cup measuring cup and asks meliodas to spot the difference

Meliodas cannot spot the difference

No one fucks up bans kitchen organization anymore

If kids come in the tavern they immediately flock to hawk

Hawk lives for the scraps attention :)

[symphonicmetal101]

Over-Tired OM Boys HCs

Here's the initial thing that got me started thinkin bout the boys, but here ya go-

Lucifer

- this man, once he hits overtired, is extremely gullible, which is why he locks himself in his office until hes done what needs to be done

- also cannot keep a train of thought for more than 20 seconds and it drives him nuts

- and then he loses his focus even more because he's upset

- you tried knocking on the door once, and told him when you closed your eyes, you couldnt see and needed to go to the doctor

- man went from frustrated to concerned in a heartbeat, only after opening the door realizing how foolish he had just come across

- but now the door was open and you had access to him, and reluctantly he let you drag him to bed

- Will deny it ever happened, and if you bring it up, expect a punishment.

- Though he is grateful you made him rest so he would not become the laughingstock of his brothers

Mammon

- over tired bby will ramble until he forgot what he was talking about and space out for a solid ten seconds before snapping back

- it doesnt matter if you're listening intently or only half listening, he makes no sense what so ever.

- If you can record him without him noticing you (which is easy to do in this state) and play it back once he's rested he's either facepalming and blushy for the nonsense he spewed or he managed to pick out what he may have been trying to say and gets super excited, going off on another more understandable tangent.

- Gaming is a priority

Levi

- Sleeping is not

- Levi usually ends up just tired, not wired but dear lord when he does-

- All that energy and passion he pours into the way he speaks about anime and manga?

- Its physical now...oh and hes slightly more extroverted

- Though its a rare sight, over tired Levi works out and rambles about whatever it was that made him stay up that long, and hes doing it all in your room

Satan

- Over tired Satan is a rare sight, though it happens often, as he holes up in his room

- He gets an impulse to clean, and will tidy and clean and organize his books, though it never lasts

- and theres no escape, he will start crying if he feels you arent paying attention or if you're about to leave

- Depending on who you are, he either becomes 10000000% testier, or hes a giggly mess, there is no in between

Asmo

- Finds everything funny, but will get pouty if it came from someone he doesnt really like

- Over tired Asmo is rare, likely the rarest of all the boys to see, save for Barbatos

- but he is a chaotic little fucker

- dear god

- He will raid the fridge and pantry worse than Beel, specifically when hes on a diet-

- Then MC you're either in for one hell of a story from Asmo, most of them his not-so-proud drunk moments that he never talks about for that reason but he cant stop himself-

-his laugh sounds even more high pitched than normal, and a little maniacal, and he finds everything he says hilarious

- you will go on an adventure probably

Beel

- spaces out randomly, and also cries easily, dont point this put to him and say yes to his adventures, he'll change his mind a thousand times on the way- just go with it

- overtired Beel happens quite a bit, usually after the victory of a game and the adrenaline starts to wear off- and then he still has stuff to do

- but instead of "oh" and maybe a small laugh when he realizes what happened its more ".....oh" and then he looks like he's having an existential crisis

- you will have to physically lead him to bed after that, he's too busy thinking and slowly eating whatever is in his hand

- he snacks to keep himself awake, and poor himbo man is even more gullible than usual

- will want to cuddle, but wont ask when hes like this

Belphie

- out like a bulb immediately

- The Avatar of Sloth? Over tired? yes it happens unfortunately-

- He gets even grumpier than usual because he can’t sleep

- Then at night its just restless tossing and turning

- yes even the seemingly flawless butler gets overtired, but opposite of Asmo, he is far better at concealing it

- Usually happens when he intentionally sleeps through important meetings and days for Lucifer back to back to back

- It’s another excuse to hold you though, so he might make himself over tired more often

Barbatos

- You will see him stifle yawns

- And when given instructions, his eyes widen slightly with concentration as he whispers the instructions over and over under his breath so nobody can hear, but its clear his lips are moving

- he cannot be bribed

- he can be intimidated though, and how you ask?

- “threaten” to go tell Beel or Dia because you know full well if they were asked, they would carry Barb back to his quarters if you can’t do so on your own-

- no he will not sleep

- Usually that’s enough to convince him, but you have to stay near to make sure he doesn’t leave until he’s well-rested, otherwise he’ll leave as soon as possible and try to get back to work

- buuuut if you’re “on guard” or in bed with him- well he might have a few extra minutes or hours to spend with you

Diavolo

- overtired Diavolo is rather rare, as Barbatos is very strict with the prince's schedule

- Still though if Diavolo truly wants to keep going...all Barb can do is prepare for the future

- Which uh...just means being able to drag the prince to his quarters

- If you thought he was lively before, being overtired is kinda like giving caffiene to a squirrel for him

- Until he suddenly crashes....which, depending on how you like his company, can be unfortunate as his kick can last for hours

Simeon

- Simeon goes into zombie mode when he's overtired

- He hates to admit it, but it tales every oumce of strength to not fall asleep in the middle of classes

- Not that Luke would let him

- He's a little dazy, a little slow, but even just a power nap gets the angel going again

Luke

- Babie boy, don't stay up with the big kids-

- an overtired ten year old follows a certain progression

- grumpy, denial in need of sleep, chatterbox, chatterbox, chatterbox, chatt- oh he fell asleep in the middle of his sentence

- will not acknowledge anything in the morning, even as he walks out of his bedroom instead of the random place he slept, instead carrying on the conversation he left half finished the night before

Solomon

- hah

- he has spells

- who needs sleep?

- bastard also pushes himself too far, but disguises it with more ease than anyone else, at least until its just the two of you

- He tends to run his hand through his hair more often, fidgets more

- hes a little jumpy too, so continue with caution if you dont want to be turned into a frog-

Anyways, I know its been a hot minute since I posted anything really uh...substantial? I guess this will have to do?? I'm going to be travelling for a bit, so I apologize for slow updates, also dont have the patience to make a queue

Thank y'all for supporting me anyways, it means a lot!! Keep an eye out for the next OC Hunger Games~

Love ya!!

Masterlist

[tsumuki]

haikyuu boys as different types of love languages

a/n basically the boys i think most embody the 5 basic love languages; super random but

physical touch as sugawara koushi

constantly touching you in some way whether it be patting your head, holding you hand, rubbing your back

greets you with a hug and kiss every morning and every night when he drops you off

also guides you by having his hand on the small of your back in the hallways, so it’s not as obvious as holding hands

but in private he’s all over you, laying on top of while you have your arms and legs wrapped around him, when you’re cooking he’s hugging you from behind, or when you’re working he’ll take your hand and use the excuse “i can type with one hand”

“koushi i cant breathe” you say as he lays on top of you, in attempt to cuddle you.

“it’s okay you can die like this” he says as he nuzzles further into your neck. you hit his back lightly, letting out an airy laugh. his warmth spreads through your body and you inhale his scent.

he gets up and looks at you as he flips you over, so now your laying on his chest and straddling his waist. “better now?” he says with a cheeky grin.

you feel your cheeks heat up as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face closer, teasing him as your lips brush against each other.

“so that’s how you wanna play?” he questions as he quirks his brow, he moves his hands lower to your waist pulling you even closer.

“two can play at this game babe.”

words of affirmation as oikawa tooru

oikawa is no stranger to self doubt and insecurities, but since he knows what it feels like, he never wants you to feel that way

tells you everyday that he loves you, even if you guys are fighting, he will make an effort to send at least a text, reminding you that he loves you

reminds you every morning how beautiful you look, definitely a great hype man.

knows that his fan girls can be a lot sometimes, so he puts in extra effort to reassure you he only has eyes for you

you felt pathetic, crying on your boyfriends bedroom floor pouring out your insecurities. his fan girls were so beautiful, thin, and what were you?

his heart aches as he wraps his arms around you, cooing in your ear. if he could take the pain away he would, but he can’t. so he speaks up instead,

“baby, you know what i love about you?” he waits for a reply, continuing when he’s met with silence,

“i love when your eyes light up when you talk, or how you look when the moon lights your face when we walk at night.”

he hears your cries start to soften, his heart warming as he continues.

“i also love how your cheeks lift when you smile, or how your hair flows when you let it down” he kisses your head,

“baby i could go on, but we’d never stop. i know how you’re feeling, but if you remember anything i tell you tonight, remember, you’re my world. if only you could see yourself from my eyes, you’d love yourself beyond compare. and i’ll always be here to remind you of what you’re worth”

he kisses the top of your head and lifts your head up so you meet eyes, “okay?”

“okay.”

quality time as kenma kozume

introverted bby so he prefers staying in with you, usually orders food and listens to you ramble about your day or whatever else is on your mind

isn’t the most talkative, but a great listener. when you’ve run out of things to talk about you two just enjoy each other’s presence while doing your own thing

always makes an effort to walk you home after school so you can spend more time together

will sometimes show up to your house unannounced and lays on your bed while you do homework or talk to your friends

you don’t have to be talking to each other, but he’s comforted knowing you’re around

“hey babe” you say as you enter his room, he greets you back as you make your way to his bed. he lifts up his arms allowing you to rest your head on his lap.

“how was your day” he says, eyes still glued to his monitor. you rub his thigh and start your ramble about today’s stories, but then you stop. worry creeping in about talking to much and potentially annoying him since he was gaming.

“why’d you stop, i’m still listening babe”

although it’s small, you can’t help but feel your heart swell knowing you’re not a bother to him, even with your constant rambling.

not long after you two fall into a comfortable silence and you get up and pull out your work from your bag and mindlessly start. you notice kenma starting to dose off, soon he’s the one who rests his head on your lap.

you sigh contently as you bring your hand to his hair and play with the ends, he hums when he feels your touch. you smile as you push your work the the side and you close your eyes as well, dosing off as well.

you can always finish your work later, you think to yourself as you slip into unconsciousness, your hand still playing with kenma’s hair.

acts of service as iwaizumi hajime

isn’t the best with words so decides to let his actions do the talking

does small things like walking you to class even if his class is the other way or walk you home even if he’s tired from practice

i also believe he’s a great cook, so he prepares lunches and snacks for you while he’s making his

also when your sick he’ll pick up your work from your classes, prepare some food for you, and will care for you while you’re sick

or when you’re stressed w school or work he’ll tidy up your room / house so you come home to a clean space so you’re able to relax. overall motherly af

everything was falling apart. no matter how much you tried to balance out your school, work, social life, and clubs it never worked out, something was always overlooked and missed.

you received many texts and reminders from iwaizumi to not over work yourself. although you knew you should’ve told him, you hid it from him, not wanting him to worry. he has been working so hard with his work, that you don’t want to add any stress. so you put on a smile.

you groan as you clock out of work, making your way back to you and iwaizumi’s apartment. once you get home you’re met with a delicious aroma. you’re confused, to your knowledge iwaizumi had been working late tonight.

you make your way into the apartment to be met with iwa’s back to you, as he cooks something on stove. you scan the apartment to see your books and papers organized and everything that littered the floors and tables, put away and tidied.

you exhale contently, your heart swelling at the sight as he turns around and pulls you into his arms rubbing your back. the simple act makes your eyes water.

“i know how stressed you’ve been. you don’t have to hide it” is all he says, and your few tears turn into sobs. he stays silent as he continues rubbing your back trying to sooth you, letting you know he’s here. once your tears dry he kisses your temple.

“i have a bath running for you babe, wash up and we’ll eat when you’re done” he says as he kisses you again, “and i’ll bring your clothes, they’re in the dryer”

you feel your eyes water again, not because of stress or sadness, but because you can’t contain how much you truly love him. you smile and nod, pulling him to hug him again.

“thank you so much.”

gift giving as akaashi keiji

mans is a sucker for cheesy romantic stuff

brings you a bouquet every time you guys have a date, isn’t necessarily the biggest bouquet but makes an effort to bring you one every time

goes ham when it’s your birthday, christmas, valentines, etc. holiday? you better prepare to be bombarded with gifts.

also loves taking you shopping. you always tell him he doesn’t have to buy you anything but insists. and when you see something you like but decide against getting it, he’ll buy it for you the next day

even small things like when he’s walking home and he sees a stuffed bear, he’ll buy it for you saying “it reminded him of you and he absolutely had to get it” or picking up your favorite snack and bringing it to you at much

you always tell him he doesn’t have to get you anything to be happy but he insists, that doesn’t mean you don’t shower him in gifts as well

you’re rushing through your apartment as you’re putting the final touches on your outfit for you and akaashi’s date. you jump when you hear the doorbell.

you swing the door open to be met with a face full of flowers. you blush at the sight, no matter how many times you’ve received flowers from him, you’re still flustered. you gesture him to come in, taking the flowers from his hands, thanking him.

“hey babe you look great” he says as he kisses you on the cheek. you smile back as you put the flowers into the vase with the preexisting flowers.

“you know i’m gonna drown in flowers one day if you keep getting me them babe” you say in a joking tone, he chuckles with you, “at least you’ll die a beautiful death” he retorts, laughing as you lightly hit his shoulder

he smiles as he takes both your hands, looking you up and down, “beautiful absolutely beautiful” he says, voice full of admiration. your heart swells at his simple words. “only for you” you say with a smile resting softly on your face.

“you know what would make it better though?” he asks, you shoot him a confused look and he reaches in his pocket pulling out a small velvet box.

your eyes widen and heart drops as he reveals a simple ring. he laughs at your obviously shocked expression, “hey it’s just a promise ring,” he starts, worry slightly seeping from his words, “don’t worry, this is just as a reminder, that i’ll love you forever” he finishes as he slips the ring onto your finger

you feel your eyes slightly water at his words, feeling overwhelmed with your emotions. cupping his cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss.

“so promise you want drown in my flowers before i make it a real one” he says with a cheeky grin

“promise.”

[radfem-woman]

As far as abortion goes, gender ideology obfuscates reality so much that the left was too busy arguing over what and who women are, and being vague as hell when talking about abortion and womens healthcare by referring to women as a vague and general people who need abortions even though its not a general people who need access to abortion care it is females capable of becoming pregnant. The only people who need abortions are apart of the half of the population with a very important thing in common that has historically and presently puts these people(women and girls) at risk of reproductive exploitation and oppression, but now there is no longer a politically correct word to refer to this group of people. And while the left argues semantics and use of words, the right took down roe. How can you protect and defend a populace you arent allowed to name. Maddening. The right knows who the women are. The right knows how to target them and the left cant even acknowledge trans men are female as the goal posts have moved well past sex and gender being different things. Acknowledging reality is transphobic. Males will never need abortion care because they have male reproductive organs and will never be pregnant. Post modernism and rampant individualism are the bastard children of gender ideology and have direct detrimental outcomes in the real world where sex matters no matter what you believe yourself to be. This will take generations to clean up.

If your primary political fight is against trans people, you shouldn't call yourself a feminist. If most of your energy is spent opposing trans people, you shouldn't call yourself a feminist.