#or all at once. wombo combo.

[spacedkey]

normal i'm normal

[weskie]

Just Pretend [Love is Madness] (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)

18+ | soft and fuck nasty wombo combo wesker, he whimpers, biting, what if wesker was in love AND denial, p/rn without plot | Fic Directory

You bury your face in the sheets, fists scrambling for purchase in the soft silk.  The moan that leaves you is anything but dignified, though you’d passed that threshold long ago.  He’s had a long day, and you were all too happy to help him get it out of his system.

A hand twists in your hair while another takes a biting grip at your waist to steady you with each punishing thrust.  

So thick, so full… 

“Al…” You mewl, the nickname a sacred utterance only for special moments, whether carnal or tender.  You hear the way he shudders.  You feel the flex in his grip.  Wesker loves it and you know full well he does.  By the stutter of his hips turning to a wet grind, you know it drives him crazy to be called such a sweet, silly name.  To feel every one of your proclamations of love seep into something so… mundane.

You feel him collapse, chest pressing flat and hot against your back as he braces himself, breaths panting in your ear.  He’s not done– nowhere near it.  This is just how he gets away with the softer things.  He thinks you don’t know how much he fucking loves the full body contact.  That he shivers when the whole of you is pressed to him, when he feels completely joined with you.  

He peppers kisses from behind your ear down to the junction of your neck, each one wet and warm and full of unspoken adoration.  Each shallow grind into your heat makes him try and fail to bite back weak little moans until he becomes so fed up, so frustrated that he can’t keep his perfect composure, that he simply has to sink his teeth into your flesh.  At least he could lie and say it was just the taste of you that made him make such sweet little sounds.

“Oh god!” 

You know that’ll drive him wild too.  For in his mind, he is the god to whom you cry out.  

And how right he is…

His hands snake up your waist to grab at your chest, pulling you against him even firmer.  Your hand flies back to thread in his hair, tugging softly at his ruffled locks.  The force of his bite leaves you and is replaced with his tongue laving hot across his mark.  He gives two sharp rocks of his hips before rising off of you, pulling you into a kneeling position– back tight to his chest the way he likes it.  With an arm around your waist once more, he lets loose.  The bed creaks and moans beneath the force of his motions, and you’re fully convinced it’s going to give out one day.  Its song of protest is drowned by your symphony of passion, of skin on skin and desperate noises coming from you both. 

He bites down on you again to hide his sounds, but it’s to no avail.  Nothing can quite disguise the sound of Wesker whining and whimpering as he gives three sharp thrusts and a stuttering fourth before you feel him spilling within you– and oh how he sings for you.  That edge to his voice quakes with every tight moan he can’t suppress and your name finds its way between each heavy breath.  His arms pull tighter than ever around you as if letting go would make him fade into nothing.

But he doesn’t stop.  He never stops– never stops grinding or managing the occasional shallow rut.  The slide of his cock gets wetter with every bit of come that seeps out around it.  You’re on cloud nine, dangerously close to falling over the edge yourself when the hand at your waist finally drops to finish you off.

“Let–” he gasps softly, “let go, now.” 

The sound of him still stumbling over his breaths coupled with the perfect touch does you in immediately. It makes you arch and writhe against his unyielding grip as each wave of raw pleasure beats down on the shores of your mind and body.  Wesker holds you through it, eyes focused on the rise and fall of your chest, the way you quiver and pulse around his cock clouds his mind with the same intense need that got you to this very moment.

He’s not done.  Not even close.  The feeling of your walls milking him drives him further into a madness he knows, deep down, he’s never going to escape.

And why would he ever want to?

[vixensbrainrotts]

Lipgloss lover — Ken <Draken> Ryuguji

Content: fluffy imagine

Warnings: too much fluff

Tropes: established relationship, whipped! Draken

Summary: You really thought that he wouldn’t notice?

Vixen’s two cents: Hi! Here’s something based of a real life experience i had (i couldn’t figure out what the flavor of one of my friend’s lipglosses was after borrowing). I love Draken so much, so let’s celebrate my first Draken post together! Lmk if you like this, and if you have ideas for more little scenarios, my requests are OPEN!! Also, im currently on the hunt for moots to proofread and triangulate with! If you’re interested, please contact me <3. Now enjoy!

Ken furrows his brows after you’ve pulled away from the kiss and were now walking towards the refrigerator. He licks his lips precariously and smacks them a few times for good measure. Something is off about this.

“Babe!” He calls out to you, voice gruff and serious. You turn around a little startled and try to hide a smile when you see the frown on his face. “Everything all right?”

He shakes his head in response. “Mmh I don’t know. Something’s weird.” He waves you over expectantly, his wrist flicking fast to convey his urgency.

With a giggle you go over to him and stand between his legs where he was sitting at the table. “Yes handsome?” Your hand glides over both his shoulders, coming to scratch over his nape and up his scalp.

Draken hums in response, both hands sliding up your thighs and coming to rest on your hips, and tilts his head up to look at you. “Kiss me again.”

“Your wish is my command.” You whisper and lean down to meet him in the middle, and you feel his arms slither and tighten around your hips, his fingers tickling your stomach a little.

When you pull away again Draken’s eyebrows are still furrowed, lips still puckered to a pout. “You did something. What the hell is on your lips?” You laugh a little “What do you mean?”

“You taste different, normally you’ve got this whole cherry-coconut wombo-combo going on but now? Fuck me girl, kiss me again and lemme try ‘n figure out what you taste like.”

Your heart flutters a little and your smile widens a little, and you’re very happy to kiss him again. This time he pulls away “Gimme a tip, love. Do I know the taste? Have you had it before?” You smile and nod. “You know the taste yes, but I haven’t worn it before.”

“Fuck.” He mumbles and licks his lips, looking around the kitchen as if that would help. “You want me to tell you?” You ask him and his eyes snap towards you again immediately. “No. One more kiss and if I can’t figure it out then, sure.”

“Ok.” You Kiss him once more, and when you go to pull away this time, his lips chase yours and his arms tighten around your waist.

“Damn it Baby i don’t know. Hit me.” His eyes are still closed from the kiss and he lays his head on your stomach with a sigh. Lovingly, you card your hands through his hair. “Why would I hit you?!” You giggle.

“Hit me with the cold, hard truth.” Your smile widens knowingly at that, and you take a moment to soak in the comfortable silence with him in your arms.

“Green tea.” You state.

“Fucking what?!” His head moves away from your stomach to throw you a bewildered look, and he look almost offended. “How the fuck could I have known that? Green tea? Fucking cracky ass flavor no wonder I didnt guess it!” He complains whiningly, and you offer him a kiss to the forehead as consolation.

“So you dont like it?” You ask with a smile, fingers coming to caress his cheek bones. “Never said that, c’mere Girl.” You kiss him again, and again, and again…

[choilacanth]

(inebriated thoughts on dunmer diaspora. did not edit, only hit send in an attempt to be brave. inebriated very inebriated. if you want to fight pls be nice. )

so the tribunal collapse/red year/oblivion crisis wombo combo happened 200 years before skyrim and dunmer probably scattered into the winds fleeing vvardenfell and affected areas of morrowind

200 years is like 4 generations in human years but for dunmer it could encompass 1 to 4 generations depending on the dunmer (there are both 100 year old first time parents and 3 time grandparents i believe, though i hc most dunmer would start pairing up and settling down at 50 or so)

you have dunmer kids who came of age near 4e 201 listening to stories of red mountain erupting and their fathers choking on ash trying to dig their older siblings out of the rubble

you have once-proud redoran kinsmen watching their sons and daughters eke out a living on a farm owned by hlaalus

i imagine the combo of events overturned a lot of social structures so dunmer diaspora are either a.) clinging stubbornly to the old ways in an attempt to preserve what they know, mostly present in 1st gen immigrants or b.) very quick to adapt to a new land while hanging on to the shreds of their identity that remain acceptable, as they have adapted all their life to struggle.

to make matters more confusing, the replacement of a cultural religion (the tribunal) with the reclamations (3 good daedra) was underway when red mountain erupted, so the dunmer who left slowly abandoned the old ways upon getting the memo only to enter lands where stendarr's priests admonish daedra worship. i suppose they get some special dispensation, but can only praise the daedra in "acceptable" ways, so the image of azura/boethiah/mephala is further diluted in skyrim and other places with a vigilants of stendarr presence

so, by 4e 201 the dunmer communities of skyrim are split into a few groups. within windhelm is an enclave of dunmer who are mostly sequestered from the nord population. while it would seem intuitive that they would be less traditional in their customs, the hostility of nords in windhelm towards them means they have no reason to appease these neighbors and instead, cling to their traditions in a very quiet way within the gray quarter. there are, however, dunmer who have integrated better, and that would be those of the "fallen" house hlaalu, who moved in early, switched over to the divines worship, and own land and farms right outside windhelm beside nord neighbors who look upon them kindly. the situation of the hlaalus is much better than those within the gray quarter, which is a reversal of how they are viewed in the rest of morrowind for selling out to the empire. due to their ties to the empire, however, after the great war in skyrim 4e 170 nords do not trust them as much.

however, windhelm is not the only place in skyrim dunmer call home. the rift also hosts many dunmer, and stormcloak influence is much less influential than coin. the rift is home to fisheries based out of lake honrich, farms that remain bountiful in the more temperate climate, and lots and lots of trade through both the jerall mountains and the velothi mountains. riften also burned down in 4E 129 in the revolt against jarl hosgunn, and the dunmer, argonian, and nord population of the rift all joined in to rebuild the city. these three communities are on much more equal footing versus in windhelm. due to its proximity to morrowind, the dunmer that settled in riften are more likely to receive "updated" news from their homeland, and as they feel less threatened and want to get along with their business contacts and neighbors more organically they would shift towards adopting skyrim culture more readily.

what does this all mean? it means that darra's business-minded father was quick to put icons of zenithar in front of their store in the rift, but also pray to azura at dawn and dusk. darra's father swallows his dunmer pride to adapt, but never quite loses it, so darra has to learn to be comfortable in her own skin and has no idea what a cliff racer looks like. she still hears about it from her childhood friends, the old dunmer uncles of the warehouse. it means that she grows up knowing balimund and brynjolf and haelga and many more, but they grow older and she barely ages, even though she lived through the same war they did. there are many other things that this could mean.

finally, when teldryn sero moves into darra's spare room in the lousy little honeyside townhouse, his memories of windhelm decades ago still sting, but he learns to like the crooked little city for how casually it welcomes him. he ends up playing teeba-hatsei with the fishery argonians. (he has no tail, but he makes do.)

[carmensbrain]

Hi um I saw you write for reaper.. do u have any headcanons on how he shows affection (with a partner)? 🫶

Ofc I can!! This is actually something I like thinking about so it’s gonna be a wombo combo! (≧ᗜ≦)🎀

Contains- Reaper AND Gabriel brain dump.

Rating- E for all of the brains!

Warnings- none

Authors note- so my phone got run over by fire truck and grammarly sucks on this laptop, sincerest apologies for any spelling errors!

Fic starts below the cut!

Gabriel Reyes

♱ Gabriel is an intimedating man to say the least, striking fear into the faces of new recruits, but not with you.

♱Though Gabriel hides his marrital status from the general public and the majority of overwatch, trust he mentions you every time he talks with Jack, Cole, Genji, or even Angela without fail.

♱ He tries his best to stay in the loop with your social life, often getting a little too invested in some petty drama between girls at your workplace.

♱Even when he can't make it, Gabe makes sure you know how much he loves you and not in a boring way, not through a call and most definately not through texts. He sends flowers to your shared home, specially picked out arrangements of your favorite flowers that you mentioned on your first date years ago, hand written letters the size of a light book packed neatly with your name printed beautifully on the front.

♱ He purpously leaves a few sweaters hes worn alot behind while hes away to make sure youll always have something of his even when hes out risking his life.

♱ The second that he enters the door of your shared home hes stuck to you like glue, arms wrapped around your waist as you do dishes and fill him in on whats gone on while hes away, limbs tangled with yours while he falls asleep for the first time in weeks.

♱ He makes sure to find the most beutiful dresses for you so you can attend Overwatch galas alongside him, he knows every curve and dip of your body and soul anyway so what he brings home is perfect always both for you and the occasion.

♱ Among the rubble of the swiss base they recovered tens of letters addressed to you that he never got to send, pages upon pages detailing just how much he missed you and how relived he was to have some vacation days coming up. The pages are fragile and covered in ashes but you kept every last salvageable sheet to reread on those late nights.

Reaper

𓆩𓆪 After joining talon he spent the majority of his time working, taking lives in order to try and forget his last one.

𓆩𓆪 It's not like he didnt want to have you back in his arms but he knew there were far too many concequences, but most of all he didnt want Talon to find you.

𓆩𓆪 Every once and a while you do recive letters, short yet so genuine, you thought they were backlogged letters the search team had forgotten to send but one night you caught him.

𓆩𓆪 Reaper had been standing outide of your home for just a little longer than he usually did, heart aching as he sees all of the changes that happened while he was hiding and you cracked open the door just in time.

𓆩𓆪 After a lot of convincing he stays the night, hesitent to be too close as you heat up some dinner for him.

𓆩𓆪 While he eats his first home cooked meal in what was probably a decade he reaches his scared hand out for yours, touch just barely ghosting on your skin.

𓆩𓆪 He treats you like youre a porcilain doll, his hands cold against your warm skin as he admires you for the ninth time that hour. hes truly afraid to hurt you, he knows how his strength can easily drain the life from a person and hes terrified to lose you again, he wont admit that though.

𓆩𓆪 He comes to visit in the late hours of the night, sneaking into your home to tuck you into the plush sheets of your bed, often times he'll rouse you awake for some much needed affection.

𓆩𓆪 Sombra is quick to pick up on these late night journeys and has gotten quite a few favors from him to keep his secret.

[tacky-optic]

SINNERS, ALL OF 'EM

the seven deadly sins + the gang = way too much overthinking

Lupin's Gluttony The world's his for the talking, yet he can never be satisfied. That'd be a real bummer if he were anyone else, but that hunger for more challenges, more adventures, seems to only add more fuel to an already roaring fire. He's a Glutton for a lot of things: Punishment, mainly. But also attention and experiences. His curiosity is insatiable. The only issue with Lupin's Gluttony is that he isn't inherently wasteful, which is a pretty glaring caveat. In that case, the big question would be "does the damage he leave in his wake outweigh that which was stolen in the first place?"

Jigen's Sloth/Envy "Man, I'm too old for this shit" incarnate, with a little dash of "I'm still going to silently judge you from my dark little corner, though" on top. It isn't Sloth "I'm gonna take a decade to get to this" so much as it is "I'm gonna do what you want me to do so rapidly and effectively that you're gonna think twice about waking me up again after I get back to my nap." But he really doesn't do jack-all if it isn't Lupin-related. If it were just him all on his lonesome, he'd kind of just rot. He is indifferent to his effectiveness. Bored, even. His loyalty to Lupin is an inherent aversion of his responsibilities as an individual.

His Envy brings him to action. He's a man of a lot of subtle wants and no willpower to take them, but with the right motivator, he'll bring down armies. Fujiko is a pretty good spur-on, as well as anything that remotely puts Lupin in the line of inconvenience or danger. If it's for one of his very, very few friends, he'd go through hell and high water just to get them a decent sandwich or something. Just be thankful his Envy's benign instead of malicious...

Goemon's Pride Mr. "Once again, I have cut a worthless object". There's literally an entire movie about his ego getting so utterly shattered that he gets all cagey/stabby mode about it for the rest of the movie, on top of training so hard he rewrites his entire goddamn nervous system just so he can do said stabby better. It's fantastic. To dedicate oneself so fully to one skill, then to restrict it to your own judgement as to not tarnish it, feels like the antithesis of humility. Pride, in a biblical sense, is to sever oneself from God; to become so wholly individual and confident in said fact that you forsake conventional belief in favor of your own. So congrats on netting the literal Worst sin, Goemon, you've earned it. God ain't shit when you can cut through anything.

Fujiko's Greed Does... does this even need elaborating. She's a woman that knows exactly what she wants and exactly how to get it, plain and simple. Why settle for anything less than the best?

Zenigata's Wrath/Lust What a wombo-combo, damn. This guy's the definition of love/hate. He's a man simultaneously impassioned and overwhelmed by his emotions, yet they lend so heavily to his professional and personal effectiveness that without them, he wouldn't be him anymore. Wrath and Lust go hand in hand, in a roundabout sort of way. It's about loving something so much that you want to crush it. A brutal dimorphous expression of emotion. To long for something to intensely, so vehemently, that it guides every action, fuels every decision... Underneath it all, would it even be possible to know what you are if that drive is all that defines you? Could you even call that living? We're talking about a guy who unironically wears heart boxers and almost exclusively eats cup noodle, people. This symbolism's very disturbing...

That's A Wrap You can always argue other sins for each of the cast members, of course. Lust for Lupin, Wrath for Jigen, Envy for Zenigata-- whatever. At the end of the day, they're all objectively terrible people. It's semi-safe to say that outside of religious contexts, the seven deadly sins have grown subjective in common culture/media. So why not take liberties? I sure as hell did. It's a goddamn miracle these managed to turn out so succinct.

[cebwrites]

A more fluffy request one if that's okay?

With Law, Barto and Kidd:

They get sick, either from overworking or a plain cough and their s/o decides not only to take upon themselves to take care of them but to pamper as well, as in bringing their favourites things and food. In the end however, they fal asleep close to their bed. How would they react?

HERE IS YOUR REQ FROM DUCKING NOVEMBER WAAAAA <///3

masc reader (law), gn reader (barto, kidd) he/they law word count: 1.3k

taking care of them when they get sick (Law, Bartolomeo, Kidd)

Law

Stubborn to admit that they’re sick in the first place, even less reluctant to accept help - and the thought of being pampered of all things irks him even more

Law is difficult most days and overworks himself often. but even he knows when it’s time to put the pen down and hole themself in their office for a few days until this sickness passes; you manage to wrestle him into his own bed only by sheer strength and the point that the room you share with him would be much easier to disinfect afterwards than an office full of books, equipment, and god knows what else

They only fully relent when you reassure them that Bepo has more than enough space on his cuddly body for you to bunk with him temporarily - though you could’ve sworn that you saw your partner pout for a fraction of a second before Law rolled over to cough into their pillows

Nevertheless, Law is appreciative when you accompany them on nights that would otherwise be spent with Penguin and Shachi arguing over the semantics of a dialogue change from the manga to movie interpretation of their beloved Sora comics, unable to meet with them now 

You don’t understand everything Law talks about but you have enough cursory knowledge to get by and, occasionally, when you ask a relevant question you get to see Law light up even through their blocked nose and scratchy voice, always eager to infodump about his favorited childhood series 

Law knows that you don’t share the same enthusiasm for it but the fact that you’re still here, listening to him ramble on and on (their ‘reward’ for letting you spoon feed medication to them) about something dear to them - warms their heart more than any homemade soup and onigiri wombo combo in the world ever could

In the end it’s Law who pulls an extra blanket over you when you fall asleep at their bedside listening to your partner’s elated infodumping, Law would dim the lights and simply lay there, running his fingers through your hair

A huge part of him wants to give you a good night kiss, pull his boyfriend close as always and fall asleep with your body heat pulling them under, but they exercise restraint for now - for now, Law bundles himself up as best he can under the comforter you two would normally share and wills themself to dreamland with the promise of being able to hold his boyfriend as close as they want to soon enough

Kidd

Decrepit, dying, put-upon (not so) little man; Kidd feels like ASS and he’s going to make it everyone else’s damn problem for as long as his immune system continues to make him feel this awful

Yes he’s bossy, demanding, and borderline intolerable on the regular for shits n giggles, but now he’s doing it out of spite and also Killer he feels like shiiiiit

Kidd barks that you’re ‘babying’ him too much despite complaining all day - he snaps you for changing the compress on his ungrateful, nagging head, refuses to take his medication until you and Killer wrestle it into him, but at the very least after that Kidd’s too tired to fight you on the soup that’s put in front of him (as if he’d turn his nose up at Killer’s food anyway)

For all the shit that Kidd gives you for pampering his ass while he’s withering away in bed, he does appreciate the company, if not the attention - if he’s going to be stuck here feeling like a useless captain to his crew, it might as well be with you

Once the medication starts to kick in and his temper begins mellowing out the sleepier he gets, Kidd might even give you a little peak into his feelings with a small, barely audible thanks - and then a louder one shouted, followed by a pillow thrown at you when he gets fed up with your teasing about it

Killer finds you combing your hand through your partner’s flaming hair when he comes to check up on Kidd later, conked out unceremoniously with his head in your lap, he pulls up a chair to massage the captain’s stub - knowing he’ll be thankful for it later whether Kidd mentions it or not - and the two of you share light conversation with hushed laughs late into the night, not needing to keep your voices down because Kidd was such a heavy sleeper 

Kidd wakes up well into the evening, he still feels like complete garbage but that has more to do with the fact that he slept for 13 hours straight rather than any kind of sickness; in fact, aside that he feels perfectly fine, his sinuses are cleared and his head doesn’t feel like it’s in a vice anymore

He’d catch you snoozing on a chair by his bed, head leaned back to the wall with one of the most undignified expressions Kidd’s ever seen - still, you had been the one to put up with the most of his shit (more than usual) all week, so Kidd spares you this time 

Kidd carries you as gently as he can, surprisingly, onto the empty side of his bed, taking a moment to admire how the setting sunlight through his blinds dances across your face, enthralled for just a minute before he huffs, plants a kiss on your forehead, and stumbles his way into the kitchen while you catch up on much-needed rest, if those dark circles under your eyes had anything to say about it

The little ingrate does, however, laugh his damn ass off when you catch a cold two days later from laying in his still germ infested sheets and pillows

Bartolomeo

The exact opposite of the two rat bastards above, Bartolomeo is nothing but grateful for you nursing him back to health and will not shut up about it

He acts the same as he would normally, refusing to stay in bed until his legs buckle (the ol' "I'll be fine, I'll walk it off" mentality), refuses to adhere to bedrest, barks orders while potentially getting others sick, and is overall a pain to everyone on board

Everyone but you, his beloved, that is

The moment you return to the ship be it with groceries or other duties, Bartolomeo is chastened - tucked away under warm covers and begrudgingly being fed soup by you as if he doesn't like it

Gambia would almost be surprised if he didn't see the way Barto wilted under the infamous 'looks' you gave him, but doesn't fail to complain at least a little since it took him and maybe two other crew members to wrangle their unruly captain to take his medicine, let alone get in bed in the first place, and now the rooster's acting like he's the most darlingest little angel on the Grand Line - or well, he's trying to, for your sake

You notice the smugness after a little bit, how he enjoys having your attention on him at the drop of the hat just because "under the weather" now - for the first few days, sure, but after a week? you suspected he was just hamming it up so you'd fawn over him just a little longer in your own special ways

Ultimately the jig was up once you found him tiptoeing out of 'ordered' bedrest to sneak some booze back into your shared room, but nothing a little sheepish grin couldn't fix (he was whacked and dragged back to captain's duties post-haste)

On one night during his actual sickness though, in his fever induced delirium, he wakes up to see you sleeping by his bedside, looking equally as exhausted as he feels - his bones are bound in lead and it makes him dizzy to even move his head too much so all he can do is watch

Using Herculean strength to simply raise his arm enough to brush your bangs aside so he could have a better look at your face before going under again - Bartolomeo can't remember how long he was awake for or if even that was a dream, but you do wake up with his hand on your back (aching, from sleeping hunched over) and the sound of his love confession in your ears

[kukurubean]

personal update

Hi! Hello! I'm sorry I haven't been very personable lately. A lot of you probably know I have been struggling with my health. Which has been going on for. nearly 5 years now. And I've just steadily gotten worse and worse, lol,

Anyway. I wanted to post an update to say I may have finally hit a breakthrough. 🥲🤞

I have some sort of fun wombo-combo of about 3 or 4 conditions trying to destroy me all at once, so every treatment I've tried (which isn't actually a lot, since there are no real treatments for what I have and most doctors don't want to deal with it) has done nothing and I have also been to just about every kind of medical specialist under the sun. I still get nightmares over the disaster that was traveling all the way to Mayo Clinic and I've been trying to pick up the pieces ever since.

My main doctor right now is a rheumatologist who I think I haunt at night. I've stumped him for what seems like the first time in his life. But he's trying harder than anyone else I've had before. Everyone else sent me away at this point lol

But this update comes after I had a "fuck it" moment and decided to once again apply to the big hospital nearby, because apparently I am somehow on their roster after being rejected over and over for several years now 🤪 (I think it's because of an echocardiogram I did on one of their campuses.)

Anywho, we managed to find a doctor willing to prescribe me a drug could help me feel human again. I've been to about 3 neurologists over this nonsense and no one was willing to jump through the hoops for it because it is, admittedly, an absolute pain in the ass to prescribe. It's called Xywav and it's not only a highly controlled substance but also the only damn drug of its type on the market. So you can only imagine the gerrymandering.

He's sending me to another doctor first, just to see if this other guy can offer any insight into wtf is wrong with me, but if he doesn't suggest anything else I should finally be on track to try it! I obviously don't know if it will work for me but it's the only decent bet I have left. If it doesn't work I am going to cry for about 3 months straight so please help me manifest this

[nanamiscocksleeve]

oh this is so fun. i’ll bite

obviously jjk is the current hyperfixation so we got so many lining up for the train: satoru, suguru, kento, CHOSO <— massive fucking emphasis on mother fucking choso, aaaaaaand toji.

i feel like choso will explore every last inch, take his time with exploring but the second something touches his cock, he’s busting. satoru and suguru are like tag teaming. high fiving, gonna try n both fit in one hole at once. kento would try to be polite. like my god, why would anyone?? but he lingers long enough until he can’t control himself. and toji just going for it. doesn’t even read a sign, sees this seat is open and takes it

levi from attack on titan. he’s like that’s fucking gross what the hell. but when he’s sure no one else is around he’s going roundssssssssssss. he’ll be at it for awhile. erwin can get it too.

resident evil i need leon kennedy, jill valentine, carlos oliveira, and ada wong. JILL MOST OF ALLLLL but everybody is welcome and would do wonders on me. absurd bioterrorism gonna go down with these bodily fluids

young coriolanus snow from the hunger games prequel………. he has a lot of demons upstairs and ill exorcise them with this puss—💥💥 he’ll be so mean with it

I NEED THE BILLY LOOMIS AND STU MACHER GHOSTFACE SPECIAL!! THE DOUBLE FEATURE WOMBO COMBO!!!!!!!! i don’t care if it gets bloody, they won’t ever forget my favorite scary movie 😤

shane from stardew valley. need that gross, traumatized old man to play into some very bad daddy issues. (i’d fuck any of the bachelors and bachelorettes tbh, but i need that dirty fuck most of all rn)

anyways. how you doing tonight? what’s your favorite color? we really breaking the ice huh😭😅

Hello! Sorry that I was late in getting to this. Such a yummy reply! I love seeing people just break out with all their F/O's. JJK Men, Levi, I had to google some of these people but I can see why you'd want to be their free use!

Not familiar with Shane but damn, I read his Wiki entry and he sounds like a stereotypical grumpy man who's yelling at kids to get off his lawn 😆😆😆

Thanks for playing!

[annoyingblondebracket]

Round 1 | Poll 1

~ Note: This poll is being done out of a genuine love and affection for these types of characters! Please keep that in mind when adding commentary. Propaganda under the cut!

Tsukasa Tenma:

~ hes very loud and eccentric and multiple characters say he is annoying

~ He's an extremely loud theater kid who wants to be a world famous star. Anytime he's on screen he'll yell very loudly at least once. Most other characters have an 'oh... it's him.." moment whenever they see him. Others try (and fail) to avoid him so they don't get caught in his antics. He's a loser and the fandom loves him for it.

~ he's a theater kid who is 100% determined to become the Number 1 World Future Star!!! with absolutely zero volume control who is constantly screaming and laughing at the top of his lungs, to the point where you can hear him from pretty much anywhere in the school. several of his friends (who still love him) and random background characters talk about finding him annoying and intrusive at several points in the story. he's a genuinely really sweet guy who is mainly just putting up a front to hide his insecurities but also the man is constantly reciting a mantra that's just him telling you what his name means. also one time he tried to comfort a crying kid at a theme park by screaming his name at her in english (which he does not speak) and just wound up making her cry harder which tells you pretty much all you need to know

~ He is canonically so loud, like helicopter blades whirling levels of loud. He does not know when to shut up, and is just all around, annoying!!

~ generally very loud, overconfident, little self awareness of how silly he is. consistently found annoying by some characters (ie akito, nene, shiho) and can overwhelm others with his intensity at times

~ he is a very loud and slightly obnoxious theatre kid!! although he is a good person deep down, he's constantly bragging about becoming the world's greatest star. one of his close friends, kamishiro rui (not blonde), makes a lot of drones and robots and often brings them to school, causing quite a bit of chaos that tsukasa inevitably gets roped into. the two of them are referred to as the "weirdo wombo combo" (among other names, depending on the translation) and are found particularly annoying by the character shinonome akito, who mostly tolerates him just because they have a close mutual friend. outside of school, tsukasa works part time as a performer in a theme park, along with characters otori emu, kusanagi nene, and the aforementioned kamishiro rui. nene finds his antics very annoying, and regularly wears noise-canceling headphones just to drown out his voice. she also makes fun of him a lot, but it's all in good fun; they're actually very good friends. tsukasa can sometimes be annoyingly overprotective over his younger sister, saki, mostly because she has had health issues all her life and spent years in and out of the hospital. so although he means well, even she finds him annoying on occasion. not to mention he talks to himself, rehearses monologues, and paces around his room quite a lot. i love the guy but i'd hate to live in the same house as him too. most of this can be summed up by saying that he just gives off immense amounts of theatre kid energy, and if you've ever known a theatre kid during tech week or right after a show, you get somewhat of an idea of what tsukasa's peers have to deal with on a regular basis. and i love him dearly

~ He’s so loud and boisterous and cocky and dramatic that a decent chunk of the other characters actively describe him as annoying or loud. He’s a really good guy, he really is, he’s a great big brother and a nice dude, but unless you’re on his wavelength or a compatible wavelength, he’s completely fucking insufferable.

~ He is LOUD. SO VERY LOUD. The entire school he goes to knows who he is (maybe not by name, but as that-one-guy-who-never-stops-screaming) and will roll their eyes when they see him approach. He's a theater kid also if that wasn't bad enough. And stupid as hell. Ridiculous. I love him so much

~ He's extremely confident and almost always posing and/or screaming. Characters frequently comment on how loud or over the top he is and several characters make a point to try to avoid him when they see him out in public.

~ he's a loud, exuberant, overdramatic theater kid!!! 90% of the time he is shouting and loves to just strike poses whenever he can! tends to overreact and many many characters regard him as loud and annoying but he also has a really big heart and cares a lot about his loved ones and he also expresses that fact very VERY loudly. he's so STUPID (affectionate)

Sanji:

~ Fucking malewife. Horrid little man.

~ He simps so hard for literally every single women

~ everything about him [ is annoying ] pretty much (endearing)

~ be normal about women for once in your life king please

~ he swoons over every woman he sees and it annoys everyone around him (he is very stupid and i love him)

~ Creepy abt women

~ Obsessed with women to an insane level; he'd do anything for women including getting in their bed first because he "thought they didn't want to be alone"; also he's a better cook than me

[silversdragonemporium]

Post Silver Snow in which Dimitri survived… They are doing their best to reconstruct everything that was destroyed in the war and both are plagued with survivor guilt.

Byleth took Dimitri as her prince consort for political reasons. Faerghus is happy he survived and his blood will go on into the new royal family.

They are now trying to have her first heir but both are falling apart at the seams because they are dumbasses who cannot communicate and are trying to pretend the almost every day baby making is for Fodlan when they are stupidly in love and way too horny about each other to properly function in society.

Also they are actively falling in love with each other even more every day now that they live together and actively participate in projects and ideas for reconstruction that made them see the other with the same feeling of hope, love and wonder of a 4 year old who just discovered his first favorite dinosaur.  

Silver Snow can be hopeful if you squint really hard and lowkey forget how to read….

Yeah - I am still in denial and crying.

Anon I’m so sorry I didn’t respond right away! I wanted to give it a proper response… And then I goldfish-brain’d with it. But I’m back and ready to answer!

Honestly, having him just appear out of NOWHERE in SS is so sad… and unexpected! Sure, we rescue Claude in AM and Edie has the “I wanted to walk with you :(“ scene in VW which is just straight up lifted from SS but let’s not think too much about it but Dimitri is the only one that we got told “he super died” and then we see him. It’s so odd, and so interesting… but really freaking sad.

SO ANYWAY yes, I can see Byleth, new divine monarch of the entire continent, taking up a spouse with a claim over part of the territory. It helps de-ruffle the feathers of the nobility by giving more legitimacy to her line. So on paper, it sounds great!

However, I can see how much they both could struggle with intimacy once married. (Like. Emotional intimacy, they absolutely do not struggle to get to the actual boning.). Pre-Gronder Dimitri’s problems with intimacy are pretty obvious (bucketloads of survivor’s guilt, complicated grief, hallucinations, his maternal figure was emotionally distant, etc.) but Byleth has the combo-wombo of “my class leader was in cahoots with the jerks that killed my dad and I didn’t notice until it was too late”, “I had to kill my class leader with my own hands”, “I had to kill the person that gave me a home because she went berserk-dragon-mode” and “to me, my father died like a year ago”.

I’m not necessarily saying that Byleth would revert back to “Ashen Demon :^|” mode, but I can see how she would at first try to approach the marriage as a purely practical arrangement(which it started as) but then feel guilty that she might’ve kinda-sorta indirectly strong-armed Dimitri into becoming her spouse? Since, she is the savior of Fódlan and that title does carry some clout, especially when compared to Dimitri who has no mayor military accomplishments in the war under his belt apart from almost getting killed om the 3-way battle that was Gronder Field.

On the other hand, when Dimitri is in a bad place mentally we already know that he just shuts everybody else out and only listens to what his ghosts say. So you can imagine what the disembodied chorus of ghosts have to say about the arrangement and how it would feed into the “has no right to happiness” feeling he seems to fall back on (aka the kind of thinking that’d make a dude say “yeah I’ll be happy when I die and my subjects are happy” with no irony at all).

They could start off in “super denial” mode, then having the “oh no I like-like them” and stopping by the “it’s foolish to assume that the other like-likes me” spot before reaching, “I will do anything for their happiness so I’ll support their pet reconstruction projects to make them happy”-ville before finally arriving to “wait they like-like me too!?!!?!” destination.

Thank you so much for the ask, Nonnie! Sorry again for taking so long, but better late than never, eh?

[hana-the-ghostieee]

alright alright alright iiiiiii had An Idea that i might want to share with the world it just came to me a week ago and took it's sweet time running around my head but i don't want to just dump this all on the one poor friend i have that has to know everything about me sooooooooooo. here. featuring a very silly rui & tsukasa cuz i enjoy their dynamic (whether it be platonic or romantic :P they're silly little guys and i like em for it)

okay. so you know the song Che- Che- Check, 1! 2! by WADATAKEAKI or KurageP, right? the same dude that made Chururira Chururira Daddadda! if you were wondering. (all of you wxs fans probably know where i'm going with this.)

i kind of want to hear a Rui and Tsukasa cover, kind of like the Self-cover that takeaki himself did. i know the song is about being a student that's just falling really hard for your teacher but i want to hear them do it *only* and i mean *ONLY* for the whole 1, 2 joke (cuz YEAH that's what i'm here for that's the only reason i made this post)

from the cut things are ruikasa (romantically, not platonically) so if you aren't into that. sorry you got my point you may leave now.

edit: i originally did this on computer but posted it on mobile and ??? it deleted my changes (you know. content descriptions and tags and such) so uhm mhm.

(alright now that they're gone, you guys are my favorites. hi fellow ruikasaer here is where things get ~ juicy ~)

ooh ooh but. if there's a 2dmv. the part where the lyrics go "That's why I'll go do something bad/I'll sneak into the broadcast room in lunch break and play it" is yet another prank, where our weirdo wombo combo sneak into the broadcast room and just play. not sure. silly random noises i guess. idk but instead of going to plan. muehehe. sorry for the evil laugh uhm.

(or maybe they walked around school just recording people say happy birthday or something to nene because well let's have them do something nice for once instead of blasting confetti-filled cannons left, right and center)

whoever's plugging the audio in for the *whole* school to hear. instead of playing said silly random noises. manages to instead. play a recording of his confessions of love to his partner in crime. and you can tell he had background assistance cuz in the back emu and nene are going "wooaaahhhhh☆!!! he's gonna love this!!! it's really mooshy-wooshy and warm!!!" and "...yeah, i guess saying he's the star that lights up the dark void that once was your universe would work. good luck."

ooh or they get caught but one of them forgets their phone and then. after the silly random noises end. the whole school hears the most sappy, sickening confession ever. and rui's just sitting in the back, realizing he forgot his phone in the broadcast room, knowing he left it on autoplay, and he can't do anything but sit in this pool of dread and regret

anyways yeah uhmm that's all i have nothing left to share :P

and then of course the whole school teases them into next year. including the teachers. apparently being boyfriends come with a consequence. nene magically disappears for the next week or two and every time emu comes over during lunch break she gets really confused why everyone's just acting weird? where's nene-chan? what's going on between rui-kun and tsukasa-kun? did they fight again? no wait, i don't think you hold hands and call each other ruru and kasa after you fight... huhh??? whuhh??? bwuhh??? did they - *ugly breath in* OH MY GOD DID THEY CONFESS WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! [she managed to give heart attacks to half the student body and staff with that one scream. i wrote this i would know. and if you want to manifest it into sound assume it sounds like that one KYAAAAA!!! she did from Positive☆Dance Time. im sorry]

[peachdoxie]

Rambling about therapy and mental health stuff

Like idk if I'm just bad at communicating with my therapists or if they're just blinded by their preconceived notions of me based on their training and my diagnoses, or some combo of both, but like I just feel that I'm not getting the help I need because I'm being forced to do things that I feel are impossible for me to do right now, like stick to a schedule or go to bed at a decent time or do household chores. Like so much of exposure and response prevention is doing the things I find hard with the ultimate goal of demonstrating to me that they're not actually that hard once I do them instead of avoiding them, but like. Idk how to describe it. It's like my therapists are too far ahead of me. Like I'm stuck in the ocean treading water barely able to keep my head above the surface and they're like "okay it's time for swimming lessons!" and meanwhile I can't physically swim because I'm so exhausted and out of breath and stressed and I need a life preserver first to stop me from dying.

It's like. like my limitations are so high and my limits so low that I can't do what they ask. It's like I'm being told to walk on a broken leg: sure it's possible but it's so incredibly hard that I can't do anything else but they want me to start walking and I can't. Like I need something to help me walk, crutches or other accomodations, because it's so impossible to function with a broken fucking leg and yet the strategy is to just limp along until the pain settles down. But I don't think my therapists see it that way—especially my OCD therapist who kept insisting that the reason I couldn't work on my dissertation was because I had convinced myself I'm incapable of working on it, that it's all in my head, when I keep telling him, no, I want to work on it, I want to write it, and there is something else stopping me that I can't figure out.

(Ngl I'm still questioning the diagnosis of OCD vs autism/adhd burnout wombo combo but that's a separate issue)

To put it another way. I'm disabled and I live alone with my cat. Most of my life as a graduate student is entirely self-directed. Self care is extremely difficult for me. The mental load I have to take on for caring for myself and my cat is so high and it's overwhelming me all the time. I need someone to help me take some of that load off because it's too much, but my therapists want me to just grin and bear it even though I've tried to explain that I can't do that and also write my dissertation.

Like honestly I feel that I've come away from my six months with the OCD therapist in particular with more trauma than when I started because I kept being told that I'd have to fight through the anxiety and pain even when I kept saying I can't, not without the rest of my life crashing down—and this to a lesser extent with my other therapist. I feel like I'm being gaslit and told that my perspective on my problems isn't what's actually happening. I just don't know how to make myself heard and I'm so, so tired.

[how-and-why-do-i-know-this]

My plans for Elden Ring

I will complete my current partially blind playthrough, then I'll make another character using a different starter class and complete the game with a different build. I will do this for every class.

Hero: Full strength. Either a Guts build or powerstanced Great Stars.

Bandit: I call this one Sanguine Rot. Reduvia/Scorpion's Stinger wombo combo. May try to maintain light roll if I can.

Astrologer: Either gravity build or full dps. All magic all the time, with Rogier's Rapier in my back pocket for emergencies.

Warrior: Pyromaniac. Fire weapons, fire incantations, blackflame, frenzied flame, the whole nine yards. If it's fire, it's in my build.

Prisoner: Carian Spellblade. Mix of sorceries and magic weapons. Will absolutely use the Dark Moon Greatsword (yes I know about the greatsword) once I get my hands on it.

Confessor: Grim Reaper build. Frostbite weapons and Death sorceries. Will also likely use Gurranq's incantations.

Wretch: Absolute meme build and completionist run. Use mods to power-level myself to the max, slap some goofy ahh armor on, and curbstomp the Lands Between with my bare hands.

Vagabond: My current build. Bloodhound's Fang primary, Raptor Talons secondary, cragblade Morning Star for Crystalians and other strike-weak enemies, and a crossbow for kiting fools off cliffs.

Prophet: Dragon Cultist and Golden Order fanboy. Holy and lightning damage for days.

Samurai: Sephiroth cosplay. I want the stupidly-long katanas.

[joyfuladorable]

⭐!

Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut

Blessings upon ye, Lolly!! I shall talk about “That’s My Mom!”

So, this fic actually began as a tiny divergence! It started with Junior seeing his mom’s photos and then interrupting the conversation shortly thereafter, halting the pizza stacking challenge. I decided after a while that I wanted it to fit in canon properly and changed CJ’s interruption to after Raph beats Leo’s record. I also plan to make this fit with the Casey (Sr) lore I’m writing, so you’ll eventually be able to read her perspective of this scene with the added bonus of context for how she’s developed since the show, huhuhu!!

So, there’s a bunch of scenes/lines I wanna talk about:

- The Incident mentioned near the beginning is the same one from the last flashback where Casey teleports F!Leo and Jr away. Junior suffered both physical and mental trauma from it, which repressed most of his memories of his mom. I hope I made that clear in the fic, lol!

- “Do you know how many ‘Casey Jones’ are in the Manhattan area alone?? Too many! I counted- TWICE!” << And Casey Sr has challenged just about all of them (and won) to establish dominance #FACTS

- “What are you talking about, I calculated the perfect am- OWW!!” Donnie rubs at the arm Mikey just elbowed. << Proud of this one, hehe!! I was actually a little nervous writing this fic cuz of how easy I know it is to mischaracterize the Rise turtles, but I think I did a pretty good job! *pats self on back*

- Casey is, at this point, halfway through befriending the Hamato Clan. She already had Splinter’s vote of confidence by the end of the show. And of Course she’s Besties with Raph! (I’ll get into the hows and whens and whys in my lore fic probably). Mikey wormed his way into her heart like the little gremlin he is. And she’s on full given name basis with Leo and Don (ie calling them Leonardo and Donatello) and on Last Name basis with April (due to a wombo combo of social awkwardness, presumed rivalry, and currently misunderstood romantic feelings). It’ll get better! …Eventually!!

- Okay, whatever he thought before was a big fat fucking Lie. He Can’t Actually Handle This. << Contradictory Transitions are Hilarious so of course I had to put one in

- It makes sense now, why the older members of the Resistance spoke of the past with such fondness. There’s hope in abundance here, in the idle chatter and the eyes lacking decades of trauma. He’s glad to have helped save this. << Casey only just beginning to understand the dissonance and gravity of being the sole survivor of a doomed timeline

- a scent of ozone fills the air and lightning forms and crackles around a glowing pink portal lined with the petals of the Hamato clan symbol. << Casey was already experienced with portal magic, so once she eventually (I’ll get into it in the lore fic) unlocked her Ninpo, I don’t see why she Wouldn’t utilize it to power the abilities she learned in the Foot

- “The Kraang, yes, I know.” << Girl knows the bylaws of the Foot Clan by Heart. Why Wouldn’t she know about the Kraang? Woulda been majorly helpful during the movie me thinks *looks directly at the camera*

- “All your talk about Family this, Togetherness that,” Casey spits. Then, the anger just- vanishes , and Junior watches his mother curl in on herself, arms crossed and head dipping below her shoulders. He’s too far to hear what she says next, but the Hamatos near her certainly do, sharing wide-eyed sorrowful looks. << lore fic will eventually reveal what she said, but ah y’know *points at Casey* we got a former cult member feeling unsteady on her feet and insecure about her place with this close knit family! *strokes chin* Similar to Junior’s own insecurities, hmm?

- He’s 7 and his mom gives him a Choice << Exact same age as Casey when she started training for the Foot. Casey maybe felt she didn’t Have a Choice, so she sure as hell made sure her son got one

- “Tell me something I would only ever entrust to my child.” << Again, Lore Fic will reveal All

- She hugs him, gathers him into her arms and presses him against her. And despite having been given comfortable clothes and modern amenities and food and the peace of mind that the Kraang will not ruin this timeline, Casey finally Finally feels safe. << 🥹🥹 made myself cry writing this one. Oh, to be a displaced teen finding comfort in the arms of the past self of your deceased mother…

- “And…” The hug slackens only a smidge as Casey’s tone turns soft and hopeful. “Will you bake brownies with me?” << *crying again* Remember that soft heartbroken tone Casey used when Draxum called her an Assistant? Imagine that but Positive

As my first published TMNT fic, I’m proud of this one!! Thanks so much to everyone who’s read it, especially the commenters you are the lifeblood of fic authors Everywhere

[actias-android]

Realized I never made a pinned post so I'm gonna do that...

Last updated 5/21/24.

Anyway hello! My name is Nevi. If you recognize me from anywhere else, no you don't.

Previously astral-actias.

I'm almost 40! Hooray for me, it's kinda great.

I'm disabled, less hooray for me lol.

I got the ADHD and autism wombo combo. If you think I'm being intentionally obtuse or inflammatory, but I haven't directly told you to go fuck yourself, it's probably just that my tone doesn't carry via text.

99% of the time I'm not actually trying to start shit.

You will know if I am trying to start shit, believe me. I'm not subtle. I do not try to be subtle. I will directly tell you to go fuck yourself or some variant thereof if I'm actually trying to start shit, because I don't believe in making people read between the lines.

I sometimes get far enough into my own head that I'll lose the thread of conversations, especially if they're fairly abstract.

I'm fairly openly trans masculine, he/him or they/them pronouns.

Also I'm a traumagenic system but it's kinda neither here nor there with regards to this particular blog. You can safely just refer to me singly.

I'm mainly a reploid, from the Mega Man X series. Not any specific one, I'm just me, though I do think of myself as fictional all the same. I do not categorize this as either spiritual or psychological; I am whatever makes me happiest to be, and being a reploid makes me happy.

I'm also a luna moth-like fae. This hasn't stopped being true, but it's very in the background now, and I don't really do anything with it.

That being said I also identify as human too, because I'm living a human life in a human body in human society with fellow humans.

I am emphatically not otherkin. Please do not call me otherkin, I will be pissed if I have to correct you more than once (though you do get a free strike or several if you're acting in good faith, because I know remembering everyone's terminology is a pain). You can call me a reploid, a robot, an android, a computer, robotic, fae, a faery, human+, transspecies, ontopunk, or just simply nonhuman. I have serious qualms with the otherkin subculture and am not a part of it any further than interacting with some members of it.

I have very strong opinions.

Like just in general, but especially on the topic of whether one can choose to be nonhuman.

Short answer: yes. Long answer: yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees.

More seriously I post about it with some frequency so you can probably find my thoughts on it easily enough.

I don't care for DNIs. I don't have one. If I don't want to interact with someone, I just won't. If you're a gatekeeper or a shit stirrer, I can and will just block on sight and save us all the trouble.

If you don't want to interact with me, feel free to block me. I do not feel any kind of way about this and I would rather have no exchange than an unpleasant exchange. I am not entitled to your time, space, or energy just as you are not entitled to mine.

If you have a DNI, I probably won't notice it. I mostly don't think it's reasonable to expect someone to have to find a list that may be hidden in a funky blog theme and know a bunch of discourse stance names before even reblogging something.

That said, the two that come up the most seem to be anti/pro fiction and endogenic systems, so I guess I can state what I think about those real briefly and you can make up your own mind:

Fiction, reality, and censorship are far too complex to boil down into two opposing stances of "literally anything is permissable" and "won't somebody think of the children." I do not subscribe to either 'side' because they're both gravely oversimplifying the issue. This is not the same as neutral or undecided. This is a distinct third opinion.

If someone tells me their mind(s) works in a way, I believe them, because they live there and I do not. There is no endpoint in the human experience that cannot be reached via several different means. I think there's a lot more commonality between types of plurality than there are differences, and exploring that is not possible while people are entrenched into two opposing camps. I think it's entirely possible to be supportive to all types of plurality without treating it as some kind of zero-sum game.

Anyway I also do not at all care for coining new micro terms, making up flags, or mood boards. I block blogs who specialize in these so I don't have to look at them in tag searches. Nothing personal.

I will update this over time as I see fit.