#other than that i'll probably like try to write a little or smth

[ysrjune]

i need a SCOTT/ SAM TWINS X READER ASAP

maybe smth like sam was seen with alyssa and scott was seen with shelby WHILE THEY SLEPT WITH READER (or dating reader) so y/n makes them PAYYYY UPPPPPPPPPP purrrr

or any other twin story cuz i realllyyy need them so badly rn

* GIRL YOU GOTTA SHOW ME ᐟ # 🪻

sorry I put this off so long I wasn't sure how to write it but here it is scrumptious 💋

edit: so I um wrote the first paragraph on Saturday but after the cut, it gets STRAIGHT to the point because im too lazy to think of anything else to say + I feel like a lot of the stuff I write is the same exact thing + I feel bad not getting to this for a week.. IM SORRY

uh this is more about scott cause what I wrote.. WOAH. never written about that before. trying something new. anyway I feel like scott WOULDNT like this but sam would, so he's not the one really being punished yk? PLEASE COMMENT AND LMK WHAT U THINK OF THIS!

"Neither of us is even dating you." Scott scoffs. "I dunno about you," He looks at his brother. "But I'm not gonna let some chick I slept with once, tell me who I can and can't see." The blond rolls his eyes. He was wrong. He was definitely gonna let you boss him around, but you needed to show him that you actually could. Scott is so fucking stubborn all the time it's so annoying. He was even worse than his brother, and that says more than enough. Sam is such a little bitch too.

Scott whines as you slap his cock over and over again. "That hurts!" His voice was high pitched and his eyebrows were knitted together. "Should have thought about the consequences of acting like a brat." She rolls her eyes and slaps it once more—harder than the other times. "I'm sorry I'm sorry," He whimpers. "I'll be good. Just stop slappin' it around like it's some sort of toy." He pants and makes eye contact with Sam.

Sam was holding back a smile. Seeing his brother being put in his place for once was awesome. He wasn't looking at his dick though, that would be really gay and sooo weird. "Should have kept your big louth shut, huh Scotty?" The pasty teen shakes his head. "What. A. Shame."

"Don't think you're not getting it either." She gazes over to Sam.

"What?!" Sam scoffs. "I didn't do anything!"

"You lied to Alyssa. You said you've never done anything with a girl. I'll let you know now.. Alyssa and I are friends."

Sam's heart drops. No way. No way you two are friends. You just.. let him go hook up with your friend? After doing the nastiest things with YOU?

"Thats kind of skankish." He mumbles and tongues his piercing. "What the hell am I getting in trouble for? I didn't know you were friends, you didn't tell me."

"You lied to her about being a virgin. I don't appreciate you lying to my friend."

Sam groaned. He pretended like getting his cock slapped was the worst thing that could ever happen to him because it doesn't feel good! But you both knew he was putting on an act. He's a little freak. He's probably dreamed of getting his dick smacked repeatedly.

While this whole conversation between you and the other twin was going on, you didn't stop torturing the blond. Unlike his brother, he hated this. It hurt so damn bad. Didn't feel good in the slightest way. "please stop. i-i'll stop giving you attitude."

"Liar." She rolls her eyes and smacks his cheek, causing him to whine at the sharp sting. "You're only saying that because you want it to stop. I want you to apologize to me, and you better make it good."

He whined and mouthed off about how this is so stupid and that he'd never apologize to you. He didn't owe you an apology. Does he know he could easily put an end to this? Duh.. but he's letting it happen. Why? He doesn't know. Its definitely not because he likes it. His cheeks were red and his eyes were pouring tears.

So what was the deal? Scott Monroe loves to get put in his place.

"I won't talk b-hhuuh.." He squeezes his eyes shut. "back.. I'll-mmh!!" Scott continues to whine as you hit him. "I won't be a brat anymore, fuck! Just stop. Please stop. You're hurting me." He manages to say without any other cries.

Now, it was Sam's turn.

Scott rested his cheek on your thigh, laying on his side on your bed. His left hand was caressing your knee. Your left hand was caressing his cheek meanwhile your right was slapping Sam's cock.

He hisses, laying back on his elbows, watching how you repeatedly beat him. "Fuck.. that feels great." Freak. He got way too into it.. he tried to take your wrist and fuck into your hand. Well, actually, he did do that.. you let him work himself up. Before he came, you removed your hand and he was pissed.

And unexpectedly, he was able to cum with one more hit to his cock.

"We should do this again sometime." Sam smirks. "Don't you think it's a good idea Scott? Wasn't that so much fun?"

Scott gazes at his brother. "Mm-mm." He hums like a child and hides his face back into your thigh. Honestly, you liked when he got like this. He was gonna be so sweet and touchy the rest of the night.

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[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <3

[chahaezii]

I have arrived with a very VERY wholesome ish request

so like...

Imagine, you're the secretary of ahjin guild and one day igris or beru brought a now baby jinwoo, like jinwoo was doing his average exp farming in dungeons and something goes wrong and since jinwoo can't talk properly in his baby form he had igris or beru take him to his office where he knows his secretary has very maternal skills or is a baby lover or smth like that like 🤷‍♀️

Bonus points if the reader is simple mindedly naive like jinho or esil since jinwoo gets along well with the innocents 🐬🐬🐬🐬

Beru: "miss... My Lord has a problem..."

Name: *looks at beru and looks down seeing a baby jinwoo in beru's hands*

Jinwoo: "..." *Death stare*

Name: "guild master...?"

Jinwoo: *blinks*

*name starts poking her guild master*

Reader can be a hunter healer type lowk

FINALLY A REAL HUMAN WITH A REAL REQUEST 😭🙏 I THANK YOU FOR THE IDEA ANON 🙏🙏🙏

Anyways, I'll see what I can do here :)

“Mind explaining how this happened?” You couldn't believe your eyes. The guild master is now a baby? You believed this was some sort of sick prank. How could the guild master come back as a baby? You stopped poking as Jinwoo reached for your finger with his little baby hands.

“I'm afraid I too am lost, Miss. I came back to my liege being turned into.. this.” Beru can't seem to understand how this happened either. Both of you are now lost, but, you had your experience with babies considering you used to babysit before getting a job in the Ahjin Guild. “Well, give him to me. I'll try figuring something out.” You're not sure what to do next but your first instincts are to take care of him.

Jinwoo stared you down as you picked him up from Beru's hands. You couldn't exactly tell what he wanted but you could tell from his cute expression that he wants to say something. Though, all that came out was adorable little coos. You couldn't help but chuckle at him. You're used to seeing him being cold and nonchalant, so, seeing him as a baby and acting all adorable is a new sight.

“Guild master, do you understand me?” You thought it was quite stupid to ask a question, after all, he's a baby. What if you just seemed like an idiot for trying to talk to a baby? Beru was there, standing and observing you. He didn't know what to do either.

Thankfully, Jinwoo nodded as more coos came out from him. “So you can't speak but you understand me. Do you reckon you could maybe communicate in other ways? Maybe write?” You didn't give him time to nod or anything, you placed him down gently on the couch and grabbed a paper and pen to give to Jinwoo. You placed them down in front of him, hoping he'd pick it up and write something. Anything at all.

Jinwoo picked the pen up and wrote something, the handwriting is really bad but readable. "I have no idea what happened." Is what he wrote. You couldn't help but to scratch your head. You're even more confused now, how come he could understand and write as a baby? What did this to him?

“My liege, I've taken a search on the internet. It says here you've been cursed.” Beru's statement made you a little surprised. How come the Sung Jinwoo got cursed with such a silly curse? Seriously? Being turned into a baby?

"Well, how long does this curse last?" You read aloud as he writes his sentence down. Good question, though, you don't mind taking care of baby Jinwoo. Sometimes you felt as if you wanted to go back to babysitting, but of course you didn't. The job of being a secretary in Ahjin Guild pays more than enough for you. So, taking care of little baby Jinwoo is the equivalent to healing your maternal instincts.

“This sort of curse could potentially last up to a week or less.” Beru seemed a little nervous. I mean, who wouldn't? Imagine your master turned into a baby. You'd probably be lost and nervous like Beru. “So, we got to take care of the baby guild master for up to a week or maybe less?” You asked Beru with a hint of excitement in your tone, but you hid that excitement before Beru or Jinwoo caught it. “Yes, Miss, if it isn't much of a trouble. My liege can't summon anyone else to help at the moment, so only you can help us here.” He explained to you, well it makes sense. How is he going to summon anything without the ability to speak?

“Of course, I'm more than happy to help.” You couldn't help but smile. You missed taking care of babies, and now you're not taking care of just any baby, it's your own guild master. Which makes it more important for you to thoroughly take care of him. He's the reason why you got a stable career, this could be you repaying his favours in some way, right?

Jinwoo has been quiet for the whole time, he didn't write nor do anything. He was silently staring at both you and Beru. You noticed it and asked him a question, “Guild master, are you okay? Are you upset?” You worry, if guild master is upset then you must do something to cheer him up. He looked away from you, it's clear he is upset. “Guild master, don't be like that.. a week isn't that long!” You try to confront him, of course it didn't work. So, you resort to another plan. “How about we go get ice cream? then to the park? I'm sure you'll love it!” Jinwoo didn't budge, but, you picked him up anyways. “Let's go now, don't be so sad guild master, Beru will be with us too! Isn't that fun?” You seemed to be forgetting the fact that he's a very powerful hunter if he's not in such an adorable form. You baby talk with him, treating him just like how you would with a real baby.

You walked your way to the ice cream vendor outside of the building, buying a small cup of vanilla ice cream. “I got your ice cream guild master! Say ahh” Jinwoo didn't open his mouth at first, but you begged him nicely, “Please guild master? Give it a try! I promise you it's really yummy” Jinwoo felt annoyed but he gave in. He opened his mouth and ate the ice cream you spoon fed him. It's really good, but Jinwoo didn't want to show any reactions to you. “Awh you did it! Good job guild master. Now, let's head to the park shall we?” You chuckled as you continued your walk to the park. Beru didn't utter a single word for the whole time he was there, though he did giggle quietly here and there. Guess he found it rather adorable too that his master is now a baby. Beru didn't want to catch attention from other people, so he decided to use a much smaller form.

You arrived at the park and sat down on one of the benches there. “Isn't the weather nice out here?” You pinched his nose, playing with him. You know Jinwoo is definitely annoyed but what can you do? Awkwardly sit there in utter silence? Definitely a big no. You pointed out how some clouds looked like a certain shape and even played peek-a-boo with him. He didn't give much reaction but it was fine by you.

Moments passed and Jinwoo looked sleepy, he cooed at you, you understood immediately. “Someone is a little tired huh?” You got up from the bench to head back to the Ahjin Guild's building. As you arrived, you immediately went to Jinwoo's office and prepared a place for Jinwoo to comfortably sleep in. You would bring him home, but it feels a little off doing so. “Hope this is comfortable for you, guild master.” You placed him down on the couch with some extra pillows and a piece of clothing to replace a blanket. I mean, it's an office, there won't be just baby products or such lying around, you had to improvise.

“Miss, please do stay the night with us. I, Beru, need good assistance to take care of my liege.” Beru seemed genuine, so you nodded in agreement. You took another pillow from another couch to sleep on the floor next to Jinwoo. Making sure he is safe and comfortable. “Goodnight, guild master. Don't let the monsters get you!” You chuckled as you teased Jinwoo with childish jokes. Jinwoo didn't care anymore, he was exhausted, he couldn't do anything in this baby form. No summons, no ability usages, no nothing. He must be dependant on you and Beru for the next week or hopefully less.

I hope I used the correct wording on some of those sentences 😭 I never really thought of writing scenarios with babies before so this is my first attempt 🥀..

I don't think I'll make a part 2 for this but it was fun writing this! Thank you for the amazing request Anon <3 Do request more, I appreciate them alot ^.^

PS. Sorry if this looked rushed in any way, I'm sleepy currently but I know if I do it "later", I might procrastinate LOL

[anxi-aashi]

SJCKEBCEJGNF I LOVE YOUR WRITING BABES! Honestly your pirate series and giving childe a bj was hot omg- Can I request like Husband! Childe x Wife! Reader? Like childe wants a another kid or smth even thought they have so many XD and just you know breeding reader or smth- Ajfjehfjrjff anyways you're amazing!!!!! love you :>>>> <33333

a/n: TYSM this took me absolutely way too long to finish BUT im officially on spring break now so hopefully I'll be able to write some more again!

cw: breeding (with intent), praise, fem!reader, fingering, kids (derogatory), not proofread, lmk if I forgot anything!

At last, your crotch goblins were asleep.

It felt like years had passed just trying to get them to settle down after dinner, much less convince them to get into bed; your youngest spent about fifteen minutes arguing with his dad in the bathroom before finally brushing his teeth.

And yet, as you and your husband wandered past the doorways of all five of your kids, watching them sleep without a care in the world, you felt a sort of contentness fill your chest knowing you’d probably have to do it all over again the next night.

While watching your third shift in her sleep, drooling, Childe joined you, resting his head atop yours and rubbing a palm on your arm soothingly. “Phew! That took forever,” he remarked in a whisper.

You snickered along with him and turned to meet his eyes. “You’re pooped, too? Thought you were all about the thrill of danger.”

He snorted softly. “Right, nothing more dangerous than five gremlins who napped a little too long after lunch.” His gaze slipped to your third behind you, now passed out flat on her stomach, and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Let’s follow their lead tonight, hm?”

With that, he led you to the room you both shared. The two of you went about your nightly routines in comfortable silence, you brushing your teeth while Childe picked out something for the two of you to watch together before bed. Or at least, you thought he was.

Childe was not doing that. Instead, he watched you, his wife. Wife. It still hit him every now and then that you were his, no matter how long you two had been married. What did you see in him that made you say yes when he proposed? When he first asked you out? He’d probably never know.

He knew what he saw in you, though. And somewhere in that long list of qualities (that he had written on his phone), was your pussy.

The same pussy that birthed his five kids. The same one that got so wet every time he whispered something filthy in your ear. That hugged his dick so perfectly.

Fuck, he was hard. And you were none the wiser, simply rinsing the toothpaste from your mouth like normal. 

Childe’s eyes trailed down to your ass as you bent over the sink. Down your legs, up to your stomach covered with the fabric from your fitted tank top. He pictured it— remembered it— stretched out and swollen, round with his kid growing inside. You had looked so good pregnant. Every time. 

And suddenly, he really wanted to see you pregnant again. 

Hands snaked around your waist as you washed your face, drawing your attention to the mirror in front of you. “Hm, what’s up?” you asked his reflection.

Childe remained silent, opting to take his time feeling you up instead. His hands idly roamed around your stomach, grazing the sides of your breasts, leaving tingles of goosebumps in their wake, until finally landing on your hips and pulling you flush against him.

A squeak of surprise escaped you, a question close behind, but the motives behind his behavior became clear when you noticed his hard-on nestled snugly between your ass cheeks. “Ajax! You can’t wait five minutes for me to finish here?”

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he mused, ignoring your protest.

You bent over to rinse the soap from your face. “‘A while?’ Did you already forget how you practically jumped me the other day after the kids went to school?”

“I mean since we had one.”

You paused at his clarification, standing up straight to meet his eyes through the mirror. 

He had that look in his eye— one you had seen many times before. Five times, to be exact. Childe smoothed his hands over your hips, the pressure combined with the dull throbbing of his cock against your ass making you dizzy. “You always look so beautiful carrying my baby. Let me give you another one?” 

You forced yourself to think around the growing arousal simmering in your blood. “You want another baby or you just want to get me knocked up again? Pretty important difference, there.”

His grin was devious as one of his hands migrated to slide into your panties. “I think six is a much better number than five, don’t you think?” A finger grazed your slick folds. Childe’s grin only grew wider. “Kinda feels like you agree with me.”

You tilted your head to lean against his shoulder, relishing in the sensations of his fingers teasing your sex. “Please,” you breathed.

That was all he needed to hear. Ever the gentleman, your husband transported you swiftly to the bed, wasting no time pulling your sleep shorts and underwear down your legs while you rid yourself of your top. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair to pull his face to yours, lips meeting in a messy kiss. 

Childe ground his hips into yours, sending waves of heat pulsing through your limbs and encouraging more slick to seep from your cunt. He moaned into your mouth, the kiss becoming sloppy as impatience and need had you panting rather than meeting his lips. You were hot, so hot, desperate for any sort of attention that would soothe the steady ache building in your core, that when he finally dipped a finger into your drooling cunt, a loud moan ripped from your throat.

A hand slapped over your mouth, muffling any further sounds you made. Childe panted down at you, panic and lust etched into his face. “Shh, baby,” he whispered, “Don’t want to wake the little ones up, do we?”

You shook your head, pleading to him with your eyes to keep fingering you.

“Good girl.” His finger slowly pulled out of you, only to sink back in up to the knuckle; again, again— another finger joined— again, again, until the steady pace he set had your pussy singing his praises in lewd squelches. 

Grateful as you were for the stimulation, it wasn’t enough. You brought up a hand on top of his that covered your mouth, lifting it up just enough to gasp, “Please, please, want you inside me, wan’ you to fill me up.”

The dark chuckle Childe let out was almost patronizing. “Aw, my fingers aren’t enough for you? So impatient tonight,” he cooed, curling his fingers up to tease your g-spot before pulling them out. 

“Don't worry, I’ll fill you up soon.”

And soon came faster than you expected. This time, you’re thankful that Childe’s hand was still so close to your mouth, otherwise the whine that you let out would’ve had you answering some very concerned questions from your kids. His cock sunk into you with ease and without warning, and you were suddenly reminded of how whole you felt when he gave you the piece you were missing. A shudder rippled through your body as he rolled his hips into yours, rutting with a need that you could tell was out of his control. 

But just as it was starting to feel good, he paused, moving his hands to grip the back of your thighs to fold you into a mating press before you could complain at the loss of movement.

With your cunt bared open to him in the new position, the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with ease, grazing by the gummy spot hidden within your walls with every pass. Childe hissed in a breath when he felt you squeeze around him, hips stuttering into a steady pace that gave you no room to breathe. 

The room was getting hot. Or maybe that was you? Childe always did have the nasty habit of fucking you out of your head, and now that he had a purpose in mind, you had a feeling you were going to be walking a little funny the next day.

Every slam of his cock sent your knees knocking into the mattress beside your head. Every slap of his balls against your ass as he filled you to the hilt with every thrust had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Every filthy thing your husband uttered without shame triggered another wave of slick to coat his cock, making it all the more easy for him to fuck you however he wanted. 

“Can’t wait to get you pregnant again,” he panted. “I hope it's a girl— your tits always look so— hah— so much bigger with a girl.” The bed was creaking. “We’re gonna get it right on the first try, ‘kay? Not wasting time with a negative test. ‘M just gonna have to fill you enough tonight so that it takes. And you—” A hand of his left your thigh to swipe vigorously over your swollen clit. Your back arched, mouth dropping open with a whine. “--- You, are gonna cum as many times as you want. Got it, sweetheart?”

“A-jax,” you whimpered. “I— gonna—”

“Ohh, already?” he crooned. “Go ahead, cum on my cock. Want you to feel good while I knock you up.”

Your first orgasm of the night ripped through you, the coil in your stomach snapping. This time it was you who covered your mouth the block the gutteral moan that threatened to make itself heard. The walls of your pussy clamped down on Childe, a small squeak accompanying the juices that spurted around his dick as he worked you through your high. 

“Fuuuck, yes, just like that. So good, mmmh.” A bright flush glowed from under his pale skin, covering his face and sweat-soaked chest. His thumb stopped its assault on your clit to catch a dribble of your cum that slid down your ass. 

You were almost a little disappointed when he didn’t offer it to you for a taste, but the sight of him licking it clean was more than enough to make it up. And enough of a distraction from the steadily building overstimulation of Childe’s cock still, albeit slowly, rocking into you. 

A tear slid down your cheek, prompting Childe to lean over you to lick it up as well. He propped himself up by your head, his tongue dragged lightly across your cheekbone, then followed up with a multitude of kisses around your face. He finally reached your lips, rewarding you with a languid kiss, rimmed with the tang you recognized from your cum. 

Against your lips, Childe continued to mumble praises in between sloppy kisses, each sentence egging him on to chase his release. “You taste so good.” His warm breath graced your mouth as he spoke. He was too close, too warm, you were too warm, the heat radiating off the both of you so palpable you swear you could touch it. And it was his fault. “I wish you could see yourself right now. So fucking beautiful. Mother of my kids.” A hand of his drifted down to palm your tummy, pressing down until you could both feel his dick rearranging your guts beneath your skin. “Feel me here? That’s where I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill you up so much it’ll be dripping out of you and I’ll just have to fuck it back in.”

You yelped as he buried his head into the crook of your neck to better focus on drilling his cock into your g-spot. “Ajax!”

“Fuck, yes, say my name. Say my name. Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours, Ajax, it’s yours! ‘S your pussy— please cum, please, please,” you sobbed. 

“‘M almost there, almost— ” he cut himself off with a groan. His thrusts turned sloppy, steady pounding shifting to erratic jackhammering before his hips stuttered, and he pushed himself to the hilt again before spilling his load into you. 

You sighed in bliss, basking in the warmth settled in your belly. As Childe caught his breath, he picked his head up to look at you quizzically. 

“You didn’t cum again.”

You shook your head with a raspy laugh. “It's ok.”

Inside your cunt, you felt his cock twitch. He arched an eyebrow at you. “You’re right, it is. You’ll cum again soon anyways.” Childe slid out of you, making you whine at the loss before wrapping an arm around your waist and carrying you with him as he sat up, plopping you in his lap. 

“Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

[fl00mie]

ERROR!INK (ASYNC SANS)

ok so, finally came with a full idea of this character:D an error version of ink. i'll be listing some facts and clarifications about him to prevent any kind of confusion, just under the cut!

i wanted to write his entire backstory on here but it ended up being a little too much longer than i expected so maybe i'll make a comic about it- or no (wheheh). but basically everything started when he also tore his soul but appeared in the anti-void instead of a normal void that would eventually become his doodle sphere

now, his design choices

he's wearing the first ever clothes he used in His Story comic

his eyes colors were chosen thanks to their inverts, those specific magenta and blue are the opposites of green and yellow, the first colors he experienced in his original story

the marks on his body are white to represent the meaning of the few white garments in his original design: "The white layer underneath says how he attempts to hide who he is, but his emptiness sometimes shines through."

his "tattoos" are no longer illegible when he turns into an error, they become common binary codes (the font used for these is Note This, ink's official font)

the red (magenta) eye is on the right side to somehow symbolize the blood his "scar" would cause

there is no yellow on his clothes to show how secretive he is, as he constantly hides half his face in his scarf

personality traits and extra facts!

as said before he is someone incredibly reserved, mostly because while being in his 5 senses he is afraid of his self without his doses of paints and tries to not attract attention

nonetheless, he likes being around people, he would probably travel across universes to hang out hidden in crowded places

the "specific situations" mentioned on the first part of the sheet refer, for the most part, to self-defense. but there may be other situations where he simply creates stuff that people ask for from time to time

compared to his original counterpart, he will take much longer to drain as he'll rarely use his powers

if he talks for too much time he'll glitch for an instant and forget everything he was saying. that is one of the reason he doesn't enjoy talking so much

when he's in the doodle sphere he often has momentary traumatic hallucinations, so he tries to leave that place as quickly as possible

these previously mentioned hallucinations also happen in panic situations or as a sign that the ingested paints are no longer effective

okie dokie i think that's all for now<3 if anything comes to my mind later or anytime i'll try to post it or smth! hope you like it🫶

ink sans by @/comyet

[obsessivestar]

please for the love of god I crave a Ted x reader fluff of him teaching u how to edit smth and it’s just him being patient and it’s just sweet and happy live u Star u a pos

Patience is Key-framing

A Ted Nivison x Reader fluff fic

Just a small lil' one shot because you asked so nicely ��� (literally made me laugh when I woke up)

//Warnings: Mentions of/implied anxiety, cursing, other than that this is pure fluff \\

Enjoy!

You had decided to try out this whole "content creation" thing after Ted's best friend Tucker had been telling you about the GameCube video he had been working on. It seemed like a fun little side hobby to help keep the creative juices flowing and you had quite an easy time with the script writing and filming of it all. Now, you figured you'd have an easy time editing it. Ted was nice enough to allow you to use his computer to edit and you've made little edits on your phone before. How complicated can it be?

You open up the editing software Ted had recommended, start a new project and you're hit with...way too much. Way, waaaaay too much. Why is there more than one bar at the bottom? Why are there two screens? What the fuck does 'Farlight' mean? No clips in media pool? THAT'S where the clip goes? What the fuck is the other square for then? What the hell are these icons? Wait why is the player over there if the clips go here? This isn't like my phone at all, how the hell does Ted use this? 'Export Metadata???'

You're hit with so much at once, it's difficult to focus on one thing. You end up in this sort of stunned state where everything in front of you seems a whole lot bigger than it probably is. Suddenly your fingers are sort of shakingly hovering over the mouse and keyboard, confused little 'Ah's and 'What's cutting out of your nervous voice. There's nothing here that makes sense to you. Absolutely nothing. It's way more overwhelming than you thought it'd be. Maybe you should use what's familiar...

"Your hand's supposed to be on the mouse, babe." Ted comes into his room with two bottles, yours and his, topped off with some fresh water from downstairs. He comes and stands next to you, giving you a gentle smile.

"How the fuck do you use this?" you ask with a shaky chuckle, placing your hand on the mouse to begin curiously clicking around. You're trying not to look as freaked out about this software as you are, but jesus fuck, what does ANY of this mean? "I'm not makin' any sense of ANY of this.."

"I did tell you to wait.." Ted tilts his head at you with a knowing smirk, his brow perking up in a sort of 'I told you so' way.

"Okay--I didn't think you meant 'don't open the software', asshole. I.." You narrow your eyes at him, giving him a shaky huff. How were you supposed to know this software was going to look like...this?

"Okay okay, that's on me, it's alright.." Ted knows you don't mean to snap at him. You can see it in his eyes, he knows you're overwhelmed. He reaches up to lightly pet the top of your head in an attempt to calm you down. "I'll help you through it, alright? I'll talk y--not like that--but I'll talk you through it."

A soft smirk spreads along your lips, slightly leaning your head away from his hand. "Don't pet me, it's patronizing.." you comment in a sort of snarky tone, crinkling your nose at him.

"No it's not." Ted let's out a snort. "You're just still thinkin' about me talking you through it."

"Your words, not mine."

"Oh come on. You spend too much time on Tumblr."

"They've got some interesting shit to say about you!"

"I'm sure they do, now let's focus. M'kay? Phone down now. Tumblr thoughts go away."

"Stop talking to me like I'm 5."

"It's calmed you down, hasn't it?"

"....Alright--"

Getting rid of all other distractions, you fully focus on the screen in front of you, listening to Ted as he teaches you the basics of how this software works. He helps take your attention away from anything you won't be using and keeps you focused on what you already know from using your phone. You hate to say it, but the friendly little teaching tone he uses with you is...kinda helpful. You hate it, but it's helpful.

"So let's drop a video from a clip I made the other day. You're gonna go up to File, hover over Import...yep, and click Media."

"What's Pre-conformed EDL?" You cut in, tilting your head. "What's that supposed to--"

"Ah ah ah, doesn't matter. I don't even use it. Click Import. That's where we get the videos."

So that's what you do. You click Import, find the video clip and double click. It brings the clip into the box on the left, way up in the corner. Oh!

"Oh, so this is like...where you keep all the clips?" You ask, feeling like a light has clicked on in your head.

"Yeah, like if you had more than one." Ted replies with a gentle smile, giving you a nod. "Keeps everything organized.."

That actually makes sense.

"Now, if you want to edit a clip, you just draw it down here, where all these white dial lookin' things are..."

When you follow Ted's instructions, the clip that you had selected now shows up in the right box as well as showing the timeline at the bottom, just like how it would look in the editing app on your phone. It's starting to look exactly like you're used to! Even some of the buttons on the bottom are starting to look familiar. Cut, Edit, Color..

"Oh shit, wait, so...if I wanted to cut this..." You slide the timeliness over a few seconds ahead and right click, but you don't see an option to cut that part of the clip. You furrow your eyebrows and glance at Ted, quietly signaling him for help.

"What, are you trying to cut the clip? Like to turn it into two?" Ted asks, standing at bit closer to you to get a clearer look at the screen. "OK, so to do that, you click the scizzor icon over here, and then you'd right click what you want to delete.."

You follow his instructions once more, and it all happens just like he said it would. There's a little green line in the timeline showing exactly where you cut the clip, then you right click, delete the right clip, and boom. That easy. You let out an excited little gasp and wiggle your hands in joy. You're understanding now! You're getting it!

"There ya go! That's good!" Ted praises you with a single clap, shooting you a proud smile.

"Ok! Ok ok ok, I'm getting it.." you let out a thrilled little laugh, placing your hands back on the keyboard and mouse. "It's a few extra buttons, but I'm getting it.."

"Oh yeah, you get used to it, honestly." Ted admits with a little nod, fluffing up the front of his dark hair. "Eventually you can learn to use the keyboard's controls once you know how everything works; everything that you need, at least."

"Keyboard controls?" You turn to Ted, tilting your head a little.

"Like how you can use Alt F4 to close a page, or Control F to search for a word."

"Ohh! Oh that's cool!"

"I know! It is cool!"

Suddenly, something that was easily overwhelming you on your own has become fun with Ted's help. He guides you through every step of turning this one minute of gameplay into a proper clip. He teaches you how to separate game audio and microphone audio so you can hear his commentary clearer, he teaches you how you zoom in and out smoothly, how to add text and how to key frame in other photos and shots to emphasize a moment in the gameplay. Once he got you to focus on re-learning what you knew from your phone editing apps, you were able to ignore everything else in this software that confused you before and focus on what you've learned! You eventually get good enough to go ahead of Ted's instructions, clicking down on the timeline to cut a few seconds of silence from the game audio with relative ease.

"There ya go! And the clip is done!" Ted takes a step back and holds his arms out triumphantly, giving you a proud grin. "That's it! Now you just do that with all the clips you've got from your video! You did good!"

"That's crazy.." You smile back at Ted before looking at the monitor again, looking over the editing software that had overwhelmed you so much before. You still had a lot to learn, but you knew enough to be able to do most of the editing on your own without having to ask any new questions. You kinda hate to admit it, but Ted is a good teacher. He did goto film school, after all.

"Thank you." You turn your chair to face Ted, giving him a cute little bashful smile. You can tell he's proud of you. You're proud of yourself, too.

"Not a problem at all, babe.." Ted slips his hands into his loose pockets, giving a little shrug and a warm smile. "It was overwhelmin' for me too, everything new takes a little time to learn. I'm glad you were okay with me helping you. Makes me happy too."

God, he's just so...

You can't help yourself. You move up off of his chair so you can wrap your arms around him in a big hug, almost trapping his hands in his pockets with your tight grip. He let's out a gentle little chuckle, slipping his hands out of his pockets so he can return the hug, his long arms able to wrap around my whole body. He smells nice...

"...Ted?"

"Mhmm?..."

"...Can you pet my head again?.."

"Yes I can.."

[lucky303]

my completely indecipherable scribbling of my limbus company OC

good luck trying to understand what any of this means because i've been writing epiphanies i got at 3 am and wrote it down in a carl-bot dm. i'll probably refine this later but for now i gotta write it down because i'll forget

Sun Wukong Son of Wukong

重生 (Rebirth)

Arrogant, nitpicking hellion

scathingly sarcastic satire

Weird inferiority-superiority complex where he thinks he's literal garbage but also everyone else is worse than him except anyone is better than him because you know he thinks he's garbage. other people still suck ass though

At some point his comments are so specific people start wondering if he's projecting (yes he is)

actually fairly chill once he warms up to you

ok now that we've moved past the overexaggerated personality traits every LC sinner has we can actually get to the writing

canto theme: individualism & consciousness

Imitation of a long-dead, Colour Fixer: The Yellow Immortal. no matter what he just wouldn't ever die. is he literally nothing but paste on the ground? you'll see him walking into a hamhampangpang a few hours later

It's constantly hinted that Wukong is a dormant/amnesiac form of the Yellow Immortal, as nobody actually knew HOW the colour fixer kept coming back to life and just assumed it was another fuckass singularity or smth

however in his canto it's revealed he's just a copy, in an endless loop of death and "rebirth"

every time a clone died, the original would make another one and terminate it before seven days, then make another in order to not violate the head's laws. As they were clones, they were forced to obey his every order. however, the current sinner Sun Wukong broke free of his mental programming and led an uprising

"You don't remember, do you? That's fine. None of us did at first. We were born from the same "stone" that the original created. He would make a vessel, take over its body with his mind, and do whatever he saw fit- as long as it died within seven days.

But you- or I guess some personality part of the original Wukong evolved until you grew sick of living and dying. It was this specific you that decided he wanted to end the cycle. He stopped killing his clones, and instead amassed a small army to overthrow the original."

born in a lab like how wukong was BORN FROM THE STONE OHHHH DUDE I'M A FUCKING GENIUS

To bypass this, sinner Wukong made it so each and every version of him would have some noticeable difference, creating a loophole, and technically making every clone immortal for good since the head only accounts for one-to-one clones. The only difference is visual, and a very slight tweak to personality

He killed his creator, but overcome with guilt and remorse over basically murdering his kind-of dad, chose to make a deal with Limbus Company. They would erase the more traumatic memories and give himself new ones- just a not-so-ordinary fixer, worked security for an ambitious, private facility

however he does have trace memories that hint he was part of something bigger. His ignorance would be bliss, like Heaven, a brief respite from his agonizing memories. However, he would join their Bus Department, seemingly important but actually quite menial (like the stable boy), and when the time comes, remember everything to attain a Golden Bough that would appear later on

Meanwhile, all the clones await their liberator's return from "Heaven". His second-in-command took over, unknowing that their king didn't wish to play god. They try to forcibly retake Wukong from the Company, put him back in the machine to "fix" him, turn him exactly like how they are: power-hungry, ruthless, ambitious.

What makes you different from us? What makes you important? What does it mean to be unique? Nobody will notice if you're replaced by someone else, right? You're the son, not the original.

Everytime you wake up, it's a new you, new consciousness only with the memories of yesterday. You're a little bit like that. The only difference is visual. Other than that, we're the same, aren't we?

it's like some SOMA shit where he isn't one consciousness between bodies, it's multiple versions of him

unlike heathcliff where erlking just wants to fucking kill him, these wukongs want their brother back and rule over the city. no intention of fixing it, only taking the head's place and continuing the cycle.

"I'm just a clone, Dante. I'm not real, Wukong is dead. I'm meant to be expendable."

"Not to me."

"why am i back here? why do i know this place? where am i going? faust... why the hell do i know any of this?"

what have you done to me? wukong also held a little bit of evil in his heart by rebelling against his masterbut his other clones want to do the world harm by using the golden boughs, undisputed kings of the city

wukong just wants to live an ordinary life

goes from insisting people call him his full name, Sun Wukong, as though they're addressing someone of higher rank than them, to simply going by Wukong or Sun.

"you know, dante... even if this is the strangest, most questionable life... it's refreshingly normal. it's chaotic and mundane and peaceful and torture with this team. this is the only way for me to live. i'll keep escorting you, because honestly? why the hell not? life is short, i might as well have some fun during it."

writing is so hard why can't i take my worldbuilding and have it automatically generate the most famous PM fanfic on ao3

aughhh i still gotta include some motif for wukong's 500 years in prison and his journey to the west (although i guess that's already him travelling with limbus company to atone???)

[shepcdr]

i know that Shepard asking about aliens and about literally every new piece of intergalactic info you come across is supposed to be for the player to be able to learn new information. but for Yishai I like the take that he just fucking sucks

he was taken into the alliance on account of biotic potential. he was raised on the streets and has a very basic grasp of reading/writing/arithmetic that he came into on his own. he at least took advantage of alliance enlistment incentives whilst trying to manage enlisting "the right way" ... got some studying help so that his asvab scores went from "abysmal" to "not great and still non-qualifying" until they were waived on account of his LE3 implants operation, and then he was training to be put on the front lines.

he joined the alliance with hopes of getting away from the gang he was heavily entangled with and until then reliant upon to survive. with no intention of ever becoming a commanding officer or goals for any position that requires that sort of knowledge. he aimed to be stationed near or in the Skyllian Verge and especially only started pushing for a large role in the operation targeting torfan, and by then he had some n7 training to show for it.

he has had supplemental education since joining the alliance as part of his benefits, and help from VIs ensures he can navigate the more paperwork oriented parts of his job. without VI help he can recognise and jot down basics esp military jargon/abbreviations. but he is to some degree functionally illiterate outside the alliance. he Is capable of reading materials, given a lot of time and patience. he is not used to it and does not often want to do it (he is not going to stand for more than 10 seconds in front of a direction post on the citadel to figure out what it says. instead we're wandering around in the presidium in circles for another half hour!)

how realistic is this for an executive officer? Probably not very, and I need to learn more about how the alliance operates and the irl military equivalent, but this is the future and VIs and other developments have likely made these things easier to navigate and are integrated in ways that make it Possible that Shepard ended up where he is, in this situation. simply because that is how I want it to be for his specific case

when people talk about intergalactic politics and history and about only knowing "what they learnt in school," shepard is at least 10 steps behind because history class? he didn't take those. And he is not cracking open history books in his off time or listening to audiobooks. (his life is about the silly little personal missions and quests that he does in relation only to his work in the alliance and to the original Yishai shepard I made for his backstory.) the Normandy crew are educating him from almost nothing and he loves them for it. Hugely intense cultural exchange. Unfortunately weird sometimes when the commanding officer that took you onto his ship is like "so the genophage what is that? 🤪" but he is always learning smth new...

I also think he has some decent improvements in reading/writing without VI assistance throughout me1-me3 but that's my silly little headcanons there. maybe I'll expand on this, format it and make it look better to repost down the line but for now this is self-indulgent Runo rambling, tbd

[even-disco-baby]

how does it feel to know your writing stopped someone from taking their own life?.

have been sitting on this one for a while bc I don't really know how to answer it. And also bc I don't want to like... idk, come across like I'm tooting my own horn or smth. But I'll say as someone who has been institutionalized before for suicidal thoughts, it affects me a lot. Part of why I started this blog was because of the way disco elysium portrays suicidality and the way it intersects with politics. As someone a lot more eloquently than me once put it, de is a game where you wake up in Harry's chalk body outline and then try to solve the mystery of his social murder. Playing it felt similar to a lot of the conversations I had back when I was dealing with suicidal thoughts, friends who had been through the same thing and were willing to give me that space to talk about it without judgment and respond with the same honesty. More than anything, that's what saved me back then. Like loving myself through loving others who kindly held up a mirror to me. Something like that.

I have one friend in particular to thank for those long talks, and also... for the many many hours we spent writing little fanfictions between those talks haha. We would write for each other and pick apart each others' stories and also talk about what thoughts/feelings/events inspired what we wrote. It probably sounds silly, but it was an avenue for connection on a level I hadn't ever really connected with anyone on before. We're still friends and I consider them one of the best I've ever had.

So I'm reminded of that time and those connections I've made with people through making/talking about art as an avenue for exploring the context of our lives. I sometimes get embarrassed about how much of me is in these little excerpts but I think I won't anymore. Not to make this all about myself but I'm glad if I was able to pay forward the kindness and honesty I was shown even a little bit and connect with other people on that level even for just the minute or two it takes to read a tumblr post. Not to keep quoting that one shivers line over and over again but I really do think we are what keeps each other on this earth. So thanks for being here with me.

[mochinon-yah]

I just realized we all technically have the power to ask any questions on this site, and I never got to doing it. So....

[Points S.E.E.S evoker at you]

Who are the fictional characters you ship your mutuals to? Doesn't have to be necessarily their self-ship. I am deadass curious. Spill the tea, Imbibitor's lover—

We can lower that down, brynn- no need to get all aggressive now-

*cough* ANYWAY!

I'll list them down below, and if they're not accurate or you're actually gonna fight them rather than making out with the characters that i chose then yeah, that is probably my plan 😀 /silly

Oh and! I'll mostly be using genshin and hsr characters because yeah-

@beloved-brynn -> heizou and ratio. NGL, YOU + HEIZOU, OR YOU + RATIO, OR EVEN THE THREE OF YOU WOULD TOTALLY BE SO FUNNY AND CHAOTIC 😭☝️ they can counter your wild statements while also being the (somewhat) saner one but could also say smth wild as well. I could see you and one of em (possibly ratio) be like "oh yeah, the other day, i was eating my lunch while watching that gorey movie-" "what." "yeah, i was hungry at that time, so like why not yk-" (this is based on my real experience guys, guess which dialogue is me lmao)

@meimeimeirin -> hmmmm, koh zhongli maybe? Okay, let me tell you the reason why... it's simply because she NEEDS someone who can pamper her! I don't know where that conclusion came from, but yeah. Anyway, if we're talking about other characters, then i think welt, or even zayne from lnd could fit. Basically: "I need someone older, just a little bit colder." lmao (oh, mochi, did this conclusion came up because you know rin's the youngest in her family and now you ship her with men older (and more experienced) than her? whaatt... ofc not, haha-)

@leftdestiny-posts -> absolutely cannot see them with anyone other than dottore. Cute and kind but is secretly crazy "i want to watch the world burn" x The human version of the word 'crazy' "as you wish, my love" would be their dynamic, i suppose...? WAIT OH! I can actually see shiro with ayato or maybe sunday! I bet they would like such a cute, innocent-looking darling to control, but then they would get so surprised and maybe super interested into trying to control the darling despite how crazy the darling actually is- (shiro ily, if ur crazy then we can be crazy together 💐)

@navxry -> arlechinno, and maybe black swan. Yeah, that's it. No explanation needed.

@jessamine-rose -> hmmm, would it be weird if i say capitano? I don't know why or how did i get to that conclusion, but yeah. And maybe blade? IDK WHY I'M PARTNERING HER WITH CRAY CRAY MEN- SORRY JESS, I (subconsciously) THINK YOU CAN LIKE CALM THEM OR SMTH AJFIAWOF-

@stardust-for-your-soul -> funnily enough, i can see her with aventurine. They'll say sweet words that probably have a double meaning and also probably have a teeny tiny bit (maybe a lot lmao) of 'enemies to lovers' moment. (wow, cherry, your new bf is a gambler- /smack). But anyway, i could also see her be with march 7th who is so bubbly and sweet, and i'd think cherry would love to tease march hehe

@teabutmakeitazure -> ACTUALLY NGL DAN HENG????? He would listen to her ramblings and also help her write her fics. It just sounds so cute in my opinion lol. Other than dan heng (who is obviously the best choice), zuri would probably look into red flag charas, like... yeah, aventurine- but still tho, dan heng! But i get what zuri is thinking tho, red is such a sexy color- /smack

@harmonysanreads -> ngl alhaitham or kaeya would be cute if paired up with her! Idk where did kaeya come from, but when i thought about it, instantly "cute!". I think, harmony has this really 'weird' calming aura that could make those two charas just fell in love with how comfortamble she can make them feel. BUT LIKE IDK THO-

@fishanonishere -> Albedo...... i think? Fish, i know what you are- i mean like as in how chaotic and just how 'what in the world is this person thinking???' you are. With how calming and 'would jump into any interesting topic' he is, i think fish and him could be such a cute duo. Fish's ramblings and their drawings are some of the things that make him really interested in fish

[marchingfishes]

Who do you think falls for who first out of Clay and Jack ❤️🥰

(I wrote a huge thing and it got deleted when tumblr refreshed for no reason so i had to rewrite it Argh)

If Jack stays Big Evil, then they probably wouldn't ever. They'd never get close enough to really know each other. Jack could have a hell of a crush tho. Clay aint into that evil business, no sir.

I think it depends on where Jack is at on a Being An Asshole scale. Jack is probably physically attracted to him first, but if Jack gets his shit together, Clay might get start crushing on him first. I'm a sucker for Jack eventually making his way to the side of good though.

I think Clay just getting to know this dorky dude who is kinda rude unintentionally, smart but a bit stupid, and funny even tho he doesn't mean to be, and VERY fun to pick on would be a game changer on their relationship. Not much is gonna get done if Jack doesn't drop the I'm Darkness Incarnate act around him. Even Chase has moments where he's not The Supreme Force of Evil and just eats his little snacks or pets his cats or whatever! Jack has no problems dropping the act around his parents or school/job or whatever, but around The Monks, he never does.

Jack might even go through a bit of a crisis himself not really knowing how to act without at least a little of his Badass Evil Genius persona. Maybe he's never really existed for long without it, his grandma being Evil and all, or maybe it's a sort of shield he grew up with he's not used to dropping and just being Normal with. I can see him laughing or giggling without it coming out as a cackle or evil chortle and them both being surprised and Jack being unnerved by it. Too close to Good!Jack, which he tries very hard not to be Thank You Very Much.

Or maybe it's just like Customer Service Voice and it's something he can turn off and on. *shrug*

Either way, I think it would be good for both of them if they were friends. Maybe they'd get a crush on each other at the same time- at that point it would be up to Clay on how to handle it cause while it would be the most dangerous for Jack if Wuya or Hannibal found out he's dating the enemy, Clay has the most to lose by doing anything with Jack.

I was writing a thing a while ago about them starting a friendship that I'll probably never get around to finishing but is cute

They're like 18-20ish and Clay is trying to unlearn some of the stuff his daddy drilled into him as a kid about The Gays, and he doesn't really have anyone else around to talk about this stuff with (other than his sister which is hard enough) except Jack. He's scared of getting kicked out of the temple cause who knows what Master Fung thinks about this sort of thing, and he's just scared in general of having to go back to the farm after his wonderful life here in the temple, but it's eating him up and he's that special specific kind of lonely. Jack's never had a problem being flamboyant and never shied away from being openly and comfortably attracted to other men, something Clay is having a hard time doing.

It would have to be No Good/Evil Politics zone meetings. Jack built a little room under the basement stairs that his parents, nobody really, know about but him that's a Neutral Zone where he can exist outside of the fighting and Wu hunting and evil planning; just watch TV or play video games or do some coding or smth.

Jack would agree to their little meetings thinking it'll be a long con kinda deal in getting him some Wu and maybe finding out some weaknesses (and maybe make some scratch) but ends up enjoying having a friend he doesn't have to pay and is outside the Evil Squad of his (he would never admit to this). It would be very awkward at first but I think they'd fall into a sort of easy banter of pickin' on each other halfheartedly. They'd start with painting Clay's nails, letting him feel weird about it until it's not a big deal in his mind anymore. Maybe watch a queer movie, put him in some eyeliner, eventually take him to a bar or something that ends up very uncomfortable and awkward when poor Clay is swarmed by twinks.

Eventually, it would just turn into just coming over to hang out in their little Neutral Zone and getting smth to eat, going to the beach and the mountains. Clay is 100% "stealing" the wu at this point to sneak out past curfew, which Jack finds hilarious and feels like he's corrupting him a bit. They're corrupting each other, despite the agreement saying No Trying To Turn Me To The Side Of Good/No Trying to Drag Me Into Evil Bussiness. Clay would learn to open up a bit and probably start talking more, and Jack would learn to chill out a bit and learn to act like a kinder, normal-ass person.

In a scenario like that, they'd 100% start to fall at the same time, embarrassing (especially Clay because come on it's Jack...) and scaring the both of them while they try and juggle that with not letting anyone find out about them being friends/anything more.

[capricious-stars]

👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? for edge (i'm pretty sure the latter's a definite no but i can't resist potentially spicy topics)

The monster, the myth, the bitch herself...

It's actually funny you ask, because I'd been challenging myself not too long ago to see if I could write a story where Edge cheats on his partner and somehow make it make sense and be in character withOUT just using the crutch of like, "unhappy arranged marriage" or something.  Why?  I genuinely have no idea lmao, it was probably inspired by a tumblr post or smth haha

But I'll come back to that to answer these in order.  Just in general, for sleeping around, that is a hard no.  He’s pretty demi-ace, with mostly low libido, and given the climate of his underground and standings in the guard, it couldn't have been less worth the risk of putting himself in a compromising position for something he didn't even really want.

  That being said, even in a healthier atmosphere, like post surfacing or in an au where they were never underground, he actually aligns pretty closely with Rus in that...the concept of romance and sex appeals to him, but when faced with opportunities, it mostly just feels...overwhelming.

  He’s gotta form a connection with someone and really trust them before he'd even be willing to try, and even up *til that point, he wouldn't really experience the desire himself until he'd had positive experiences of that nature!

  Or at least in any healthy way.  I've explored scenarios where he’s slept around in an effort to feel needed as the result of something in his life changing drastically enough to make him feel, uh, obsolete basically?  But in those circumstances it's more a physical act like exercise than it is something he actually enjoys and does just because he wants to😔

  But back to the cheating thing.  Of course under most circumstances you're absolutely right, and he 100% would never intentionally cheat on his partner.

  I say intentionally because, unfortunately, he is also the type of person who would stay in a relationship that didn't suit entirely because he cares about his partner, knows they care about him, or simply just feels obligated to since he made the commitment of entering a relationship with them in the first place.

  He’s also a little un-self aware at times, so I think it's entirely possible he may emotionally cheat on a partner under circumstances like that, not realizing that's what he’s doing.  He’s pretty bad at recognizing and understanding romantic feelings since he’s demi-ro, too, which is coincidentally why he’d also stay with a partner regardless of if he actually loved them romantically.  He probably thinks he does.

  However!  He'd never act on it.  If he did eventually realize, he'd either cut off contact from that other person or bring it up with his partner.  Since monsters are more chill in general about all that stuff, poly relationships are a lot more common, but if his partner wasn't a fan of the idea, then it'd circle back around to option one (regardless of if he'd be happier with the other person).

  But in general, he’s a fiercely loyal person, and there'd have to be any number of odd circumstances to push him to cheat on a partner in a traditional sense.

[ohbo-ohno]

🗑️sometimes I get nervous writing asks and I think "is this too far? I don't want to be weird" and I have to scroll through your blog to remind myself that you're kind of off your rocker but it's okay because we like you like that❤️

Anyways vampire Simon going to a bar and luring in Johnny for a night of passion and blood sucking and then wakes the next day thinking that Johnny's gonna run for the hills.

But he doesn't and instead begs to stay with Simon, who has no idea what to think about it- but Johnny swears he doesn't have anywhere else to go, he's desperate, and won't you PLEASE help him? He swears he won't stay long and he'll do anything for Simon in gratitude.

The puppy eyes and begging (and the bj that sucked the brain out of him) definitely convinced him, and really, Simon wouldn't mind some help- only being nocturnal sucked once one realized most places closed before he opened his eyes. And he's been needing a familiar.

And Johnny is the perfect roommate: cleans, cooks, takes care of Simon. Basically worships the ground he walks on sometimes, and boy does that give him a power trip.

But Johnny doesn't always behave, poor thing, and Simon makes sure to discipline him like a proper master should to their familiar. And Johnny doesn't ask much questions, does what he's told and thanks Simon afterwards.

And when Johnny asks to stay for a little longer, Simon agrees, to the point where both are sure Johnny probably won't ever leave.

By that point, his random one night stand became his familiar of four years, and though Johnny barks and kneels and whines like the puppy he is, Simon doesn't know if he's truly the one with the leash.

But Johnny has such a pretty face, so Simon will forgive him this time.

i AM kinda off my rocker but if you follow me you are too so it's all good. balances it out. also don't be nervous sending me asks! as long as long as you don't include anything from my no-go's list, it's unlikely i'll be squicked out

also i say it all the time but i like to remind y'all: if i don't respond or post your ask it's more than likely just because i had literally nothing to add. i don't like posting things to my blog that don't have at least a little bit of Me in there lol

also i love this idea but with a like Druggie twist on it lol

like, vampire!ghost who's got that super special addictive venom like literally every other vampire, and one night when he's drinking from someone (johnny, who loves feeding vampires cause he's a painslut) he's so enamored with the taste of his blood that he can't help but slip him a little venom

(also let's say werewolf johnny, and vampires rarely drink from wolves, so when johnny offered himself up on a platter for ghost he just couldn't resist. smth like that idk)

and then poor johnny's hooked. he needs another hit, dogs at ghost's heels like an eager pet, just begging for a little more (even though it's not safe for ghost to drink from this soon anyways)

and like. ghost hates the pup, can't stand that he's around all the time, wants some goddamn privacy again, but also... well he's a little pathetic :/ all sad and begging, tail drooping and ears flat while he looks up at ghost with those big blue eyes...

well, he did taste delicious. it wouldn't be the first time a vamp took someone to keep as their own personal bloodbag. and johnny's not the worst company, he wouldn't be so bad to keep around... maybe. if he can listen

and he does! listens oh so well, bends over backwards to do anything for ghost, tries his best to try and predict ghost's needs before he can even ask. it's a lot, to be sure, but also... well, he treats ghost like a king. can you blame him for indulging?

[wisteriaiswriting]

Hi! If you can, can I have a romantic match-up with a character? (TF2)

Name: Xyn

Pronouns: Anything but she/her tbh

Sexuality: Omniromatic Aceflux (look it up if you need lol)

Gender: AFAB agender

MBTI: I/ENFP (I'm an omnivert)

Interests: I enjoy drawing and getting hyperfixated on random stuff, I also enjoy being the therapist friend (helps me remember people value and trust me), I also (concerningly probably) enjoy cannibal facts and everything to do with the such, I also have a facination with the human mind and how it works, I enjoy rambling and being rambled to as well :D

Personality: I'd say my morals can fluctuate between not caring who dies or gets hurt unless I'm close to them or to care about anybody but my thoughts of who I hold close never change, I'm loyal af, like so much so it's probably not healthy, I keep promises to my grave unless I forget I made said promise, but those ones aren't usually the ones that are life altering, I'm horrible at finding "healthy" friends, often clicking with people doing worse than me (IE: a sociopath, not kidding), I try to be patient when it comes to my anger, very few things can set me off and the main thing is hurting/making people I care about upset, I've injured 2 people for that reason unfortunately, I'm pretty forgetful, mainly because of my ADHD and the fact that I ration the medication for it as the Pharmacy rarely ever has it, inky taking it days I have school or have to focus for the day

(Omg I rambled O_o srry)

Xtra facts: I have ADHD, Anxiety (General+Social), Sensory Sensitivity Disorder, and Depression, My handwriting is like Russian cursive (it's a bunch of neat scribbles), in a fight, I'd prefer up close since my aim is worse than my writing, Axes mainly but if it's a bigger weapon, I'll probably bonk somebody with it, I often use simple typing and emoticons (as you saw earlier) along with shortened text, but I am an honors student (dunno if that makes people think I'm stupid) just a very burnt out one :P

Don't feel forced to answer lol, I just saw smth like this and thought I'd be cool :] Have a good day/night!

I match you with...

Engineer!

He will hang up your drawings around his workshop, doesn’t matter what they are. (They even get a spot on the fridge!!)

He gets being the therapist friend, but he also remembers to get you to talk about your own issues. Wanting you to have that trust as well.

While he doesn’t mind you rambling about your many hyperfixations and interests, he does become a little squeamish at the mention of cannibal facts. (Not that he hates them, just give him some warning.)

More than willing to talk about the human mind, often bringing Medic to talk to you.

He doesn’t mind reminding you about many things, including your ADHD medication. (Which is much more often due to Medic having a bunch, just don’t question why…)

He does his best to keep you calm, but it can be a bit of trouble. As his workshop is pretty loud, alongside the whole base.

When you’re up in the enemy’s face he’s sitting behind you, watching your back the whole time.

No matter what typing style you use he will understand it, your handwriting on the other hand? Nope. He’ll bring Heavy over if you don’t tell him what you wrote.

Real proud of you being an honors student, even if you’re burnt out, he does his best to try stop you from getting worse.

While I really wanted to give you Heavy, I felt like Engineer was a bit closer.

Heavy - 6

Engi - 6

Scout - 5

Pyro - 5

Medic - 4

Sniper - 4

Spy - 4

Miss Pauling - 2

Saxton - 2

Soldier - 1

Demo - 1

Administrator - 1

[with-love-from-hell]

Heyy Storm 👉👈

I hope you're doing better again and that you can get some free time to rest too. I've been thinking about writing comfort headcanons for myself for a Mc with hypermobility but I feel like it'd be even nicer if someone else were to write it for me and I thought of you! Of course, there's no pressure and I won't be upset if you say you don't want to or can't for some reason /gen

My idea was writing smth about how they would try to help/take care of Mc when they get hurt because of their hypermobility, especially Beel and Barbatos for obvious reasons hehe. I do feel like it'd be really soft with Lucifer as well tho, and Simeon!

In case you're not sure about hypermobility, it means (in my case anyway) that I can bend/move my joints more than the average person and my cartilages are softer than usual too. Thus, they are more vulnerable and my joints can get dislocated easier, (I should only use 3/4ths of my strength) and sometimes even just a simple movement turns out wrong somehow and it hurts and click clacks. Especially my knees are a big problem because I struggle walking when they're hurt and they get hurt the most with me, which I do have support bandages(?) for but you'd still see me limping down the street tryna not cry :')

I am in another Lupus flair up, which is why my writing has been scarce, but I'm not flu-ish anymore! I can absolutely take this on, Oji! I'll try my best! (I hope you like it 🥺)

Mc with Hypermobility

Genre: Headcanons, Comfort Characters featured: Barbatos, Beelzebub, Simeon, and Lucifer Wc: ~ 1.9k Written for a Gn!Mc (you/yours) CW: mentions of disability and injury, some mentions of the boys helping you bathe/clean yourself, a little bit of over-protectiveness

Barbatos

First of all, don't expect anything less than utmost one-on-one attention, no matter the circumstances.

Obviously he has to serve Diavolo, but after your relationship solidifies, you are on par with his diligence to serving the future king (if not more important to him)

If he doesn't already know what hypermobility is after you disclose your condition to him, he will research the hell out of it to ensure he knows everything there possibly is to know about your condition and your needs, and will ask pointed questions about how your condition affects you as he feels the need to, to fill gaps in his research.

He knows how fragile humans already are, and he is already very careful and cautious about things that will cause you harm, but he can't predict everything (though sometimes it really seems like he can) and accidents happen.

When you do eventually get hurt for whatever reason, he will drop whatever he's doing to tend to you. It doesn't matter what or when or why or how, but he will make you his #1 priority.

Be prepared to be doted on for a very long time. You wont have to cook, clean, or do really anything on your own unless you are very insistent about it. He will even help you bathe unless you draw a firm line with him about it.

He will do what he can to mitigate any pain, and probably try to talk Solomon into finding a cure for your ailment using magic if he can. Obviously, you wanting said cure after it's discovered is up to you and he won't force it on you, but he doesn't want you to have to live in pain.

He will be more than willing to massage you or give you any sort of help with moving, doing his best to ensure he's well educated on the things he's doing to help. If you insist that it isn't his duty, he will at the very least help you get access to whatever care would be helpful in the human world- no matter the cost. (Also expect him to come with to every damn appointment and critique the PT or OT on what they're doing and how it could be better. lmao)

Beelzebub

Beel is a very active and motivated demon, so sometimes he forgets that his routines for exercising and other interests, as well as just his sheer strength and size, may take a lot out of a human- especially one who has hypermobility.

Despite the occasional air-headedness though, he always checks in to make sure you're okay with what you're doing when your with him, whether it be walking to a restaurant, helping him with his workout, or even just watching a movie and cuddling.

You are one of two most important people in the world to him, so he tries to be careful when he's doing anything with you, but he's not perfect, and neither are you, so sometimes you'll end up overextending or hurting yourself around him.

No matter how many times it happens or how often you reassure him that it's not his fault, Beel will still feel guilty whenever you get hurt- even if it wasn't involving him at all.

Because of the guilt he feels, Beel will often try to make up for it by essentially making it so you dont have to do anything. Like, ever.

I'm talking carrying you anywhere and everywhere, getting anything you need so you don't have to get up, or even feeding you.

Generally, after you're injured, Beel is extra cautious with you and ensures he treats you especially gently. He will also get very protective, and may even growl at one of his brothers if they are being too rowdy near you.

Expect lots of check ins- especially surrounding food. Are you thirsty? Do you want a snack? Are you sure you don't want a second helping at dinner? Oh, did you want this very specific condiment? He'll grab it, don't worry.

Simeon

Simeon is already so gentile by nature, but once he learns of your hypermobility, he somehow becomes even -more- gently with you.

Expect him to constantly hover where you are. Not suffocatingly so, but he's always within earshot, so if you call him he'll be at your side in a second.

He knows how dangerous the Devildom can be for any human, but it can be 10x worse for a human with a condition that makes them vulnerable. He has an inherent need to protect you, so he'll try his best to ensure you are safe from harm.

Unfortunately, he can't prevent -everything-, so there will be times where you do over-extend or get hurt. You've had the condition long enough to where you probably know how to handle it, but Simeon will be a difficult person to convince of this.

At first, before learning more about your condition and your needs, he will bombard you with questions of how he can help you. Once he learns though, the actions become second nature to him (You may have to remind him though that consent is important before he tries to pick you up and carry you somewhere lol)

Generally, he will try to be around you more when you're injured. It may take a lot of convincing for the brothers to let him spend the night, or allow him to bring you to Purgatory hall for a few days, but he probably wont take no for an answer and cart you off anyways, as long as you're willing. The brothers can be rowdy, so he wants to make sure you have a respite wherever you are.

He will dot on you lots, and get you anything you could possibly need- and then some. Often he will convince Luke to bake some extra sweets if you injure yourself, and you will always find him trying to do things to make you smile during times where the pain is really bad- like writing you a poem or doing something to make you laugh

Lucifer

Lucifer was already sort-of protective and helicopter-y over you before he would learn of your condition, but after you talk with him about your hypermobility, its going to be near impossible to get rid of him lol.

He tends to mother you quite a bit, and sometimes it can come off as nagging, but he generally does it because of how anxious he is. It might not be lectures, but just small reminders so you don't injure yourself. Ask when you need something in a difficult to reach place. Stretch frequently when you sit in odd positions. Make sure you don't push yourself too hard.

Lucifer constantly has an eye on you if he can. He will insist on doing any homework, projects, or cleaning in his company, though he cant watch you -all- the time, of course.

When you ultimately do get hurt or over-extend yourself, Lucifer's first instinct is to find out exactly where you're hurting, and do his best to tend to the area. His second instinct, though, will probably be to lecture you- especially if something that caused the injury was preventable with one of his many...many... reminders.

Despite the bit of callousness he may display when lecturing you, he will immediately take on a nurturing role afterwards.

Don't expect to really have to do anything. Often times you'll find he's already done the things that needed to be done. Any homework or projects will magically be finished, any chores or cleaning will be done with no mention of it, and there will always be plenty of your favorite snacks, desserts, and drinks within reach, even before you know you want them.

He will also neglect his own work to spend time with you when you're recovering or in any pain. He will distract you by playing a round of chess, or playing some music for you- either on one of his records or live in the music room. He will either constantly be in your room, or constantly have you in his. He wants to make sure you're as comfortable as possible.

He will also do any personal grooming for you if you allow him. Whether it be bathing, getting dressed, brushing/combing/styling your hair- any of it. He is more than happy to tend to pretty much any of your needs.

He may be a bit dictator-y about your time and activities while and just after you've been injured though. He will scold his brothers when they are too rowdy around you, and try to prevent you from getting involved in any of their activities out of fear that you may get hurt again.

His over-powering attitude toward your care can sometimes be annoying, but it definitely comes from a place of worry for your wellbeing. He hates seeing you hurt or in pain, and wants to prevent it as much as possible.

[dryeyed]

SHIPPING INFO.   answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

     What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

erasermic... sobs

whatever's going on with orion and shouta (lovingly)

     What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

anything within the realm of possibility with shouta. i need the ship to be grounded in his reality, including what he could be swayed / influenced like with another muse. it has to feel real to me, there has to be something deeper than a shallow and surface-level dynamic. i'm really not all that picky once we've made it there LOL, there is a full range of shit that i'm not thinking about off the top of my head atm

     How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

no one younger than him by 4-5 years. ages above him are a hit or miss.

     Are you selective when shipping?

i definitely think so. i'm reserved with it, i don't just go giving out my muses' hearts because honestly. i'm tired of having ships with people and then for whatever the reason was, having the entire friendship fizzle out with a mun and then having gap where their muse once was. i've lost muse for a few characters that way and it's been shittier and shittier every single time, so i try to 'pick' / vibe it out with a little bit more... idk. scrutiny isn't the word for it but something along the like. tldr i need to be able to see an actual future between the muses + have a strong connection with the person on the other end. i'd like to be good friends, rather than someone to occasionally pass notes to.

there's also the fact that shouta is not a romance-centric muse whatsoever. bro is fighting for his life against the man in the mirror, he is in the trenches, life is slowly killing him. he's very walled up and difficult to get through to, and this could prove pretty difficult to build meaningful and lasting connections with him on.

     How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

i'll be honest i haven't written smut in a loooong time, and even then i was never really confident in my abilities to effectively write a sex scene. i think anything past suggestive talk and wandering hands will fade to black on blog. but i'd probably be open to discussion with current ship partners on like. discord or smth. i don't need to write nsfw for a ship to feel whole to me, sometimes plotting it's fun too, but. lmao. idk. could be fun to fuck around and find out at the same time

     Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

god do i ship shouta with mic sooo much. so much. their dynamic can be explored in soo many different ways, and they're just all so fun and exciting to me i just hfgkldfghfl i want to gnaw on my toes i love them.

i've thought about shouta with toshinori. i think they could work, i think it'd be cute, but also remains to be seen. they're cute in every sense tbh

counting ocs, i definitely ship shouta with @gravesung's orion aisa. a flavor of erasermic but to the right and folded and crumpled yet shaped to be something even better. he is a delight to read and learn about, both as mun and shouta himself, and there's just something so enticing about the unknown. someone you once knew coming back into your life for possibly better or for possibly worse, for possibly fruity reasons. mwah mwah mwah i love them

     Does one have to ask to ship with you?

i'd love to be asked tbh. if we've hardly interacted, i'd like to wait a little until we've talked/written more. but at the same time if it's possibly heading that way, it'd be fun to find out. i do turn into a massive gremlin with ships, though, and if that's not something that can be handled or matched then that's a pass from me

     How often do you like to ship?

i do like to write romance. i really, really like to write romance. i think a lot of it is personal yearning / maladaptive daydreaming / general love for love lmfaoooo. but at the same time... it's not ever something i want to just jump right into, or write it right off the bat in a dynamic. this may be the demi in me but i tend not to just dive right into pre-established romance. i need to both have plotting and written interaction happen for me to get a sense of how they mesh, what they'd look like in the mindspace so that writing the scenes don't feel forced in the slightest bit. i also would like to consider myself to be friends with the muns of the muses i'm shipping with, and i will admit i tend to be pickier on that front. mayb it's the neurodivergence. mayb it's the trust issues and inherent cynicism

     Are you multiship?

yuh. i've done singleship before and i think i'd only do it again under very specific circumstances, but i'd also rather not close myself off to a possible dynamic that could occur out of nowhere. things happen, and that's the exciting part of it.

     Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

i feel like i'm overthinking this question. i definitely think i tend to favor or have more muse/motivation to write some romantic threads and dynamics, but at the same time it's not a necessity. i wasn't actively seeking out my ships across blogs, they just came into fruition with plotting. a lot of other dynamics can also give me the same amount of feelings and motivation, though, i guess it just depends on where i've been mentally at that point in time, and what's getting me the most.

     What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

i fell in love with erasermic and i fell in love with them hard. easily my comfort ship throughout the summer and i'm excited to keep taking them with me into the future, to grow with them because honestly. i don't see myself leaving shouta or hizashi behind anytime soon, nor bnha as a whole (even if i fucking hate it sooo much sometimes lmao). i go back and forth on if i like erasermight or mightmic, i think i like them. i think i could be convinced. but i'm also eh. i also took one look at izuku, katsuki, and shouto, saw my kanto pokedex trainers and immediately saw them as Something. tbh i don't really have a lot of ships for bnha? atleast at this point in time lmao.

     Finally, how does one ship with you?

LMAO be gay with me lets scream and be absolutely unhinged

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