#physically too. so yeah i really don't want her to worry about me. things suck for me but she finally has a full time job and her brother

[watercolor-hearts]

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[wonton4rang]

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Baby, I'm so toxic ¡!

pairing: bnd x reader.

warnings: toxic behaviour, mentions of violence (verbally and physically, nothing explicit, just mentions of it), jealousy, mentions of smut, mentions of cheating. and lmk if i missed anything.

summary: bnd as toxic traits i think they'll have during a relationship.

note: can someone tell me what "hcs" are and an example? i got like three requests using the same term and i'm very very lost 😔 would really appreciate some definition :')

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sungho;

control freak. he is the type to be so involved in your life that it's kinda cute at the beginning, how he would call you at all times, wants to know where you at, who are you with, what you ate, why are you late, why you didn't pick up his call within the first seconds... it got old really fast. he would want to choose what you wear, go everywhere with you, check your phone even if there was nothing there just because "there should be trust" ??? he would also start to pick and choose your friends, telling you which ones he liked and which ones you BOTH should meet.

riwoo;

insecurities. don't get me wrong, insecurities can happen, they are the most natural thing. but when he starts portraying his insecurities on you, projecting them and trying to manipulate you with it, that's when it gets ugly. he would say things like "you shouldn't do that because it makes me feel insecure" and suddenly you wouldn't do it because you loved him so much. plus, i know it sounds more like 'manipulation' than actual insecurities but he does feel insecure and uses it at his own favor to stop you from talking to or meeting people that made him feel smaller.

jaehyun;

too 'friendly'. wbk that myungjae is an extroverted puppy like typa boy, he would have really close female friends and it's not like you mind but when you get to y'alls table and find some girl sitting in your boyfriend's lap, it's not your favourite scene to watch. so you would have serious arguments with him, explaining how you didn't feel comfortable to see some chick sitting on his lap with her arms around his neck and their faces so close they could share breath and kiss at any moment. he just laughed and said you were being too insecure and that you should quit it, that he met those girls way before he knew you so it was just natural ???? be so fucking for real rn.

taesan;

nonchalant. ah *sigh* he would literally ghost you for weeks. meeting you at your place and listening to you talk about how worried you get and how you couldn't even count on him after y'all got separated and went home because he wouldn't even see your messages or pick up your calls. he wouldn't say a thing and you would just stand there, staring into this bored eyes and clicking your tongue but it was fucking useless. "is there something you wanna tell me?" but he just shrugged, laying back in your bed and just letting a sigh out, that 'done' look in his face letting you know he didn't give a single fuck about the things you were saying.

leehan;

obsessive. similar to sungho's tbh but more into the jealousy obsession kinda thing. he would check your phone on a regular basis, he would hold your waist and do very inappropriate stuff in front of your friends, side eyeing them if they ever complimented you. he would basically yell at you and forbid you from going out without him because why would you wanna go to a party or a club or a bar without your boyfriend?? were you cheating or something?? you bet that your neck was bruised due to his lips sucking on your skin and leaving hickies that he would make you show to everyone just to assert that you were his.

woonhak;

anger issues. yeah, woonhak is such a sweet boy, so cute and lovely, being so happy and energetic around you, kissing your cheeks and holding your frame with adoration, talking to you for hours through the phone and even playing some songs for you to fall asleep with. but when he gets angry, that's when you get uneasy, your hands are shaking when you see his tall figure cover you and press you against the wall, and tbh you weren't even listening anymore to his yelling because you became so scared of him that your senses would go numb and all that you could percive were his hands shaking your shoulders and his reddened face while he looks at you like he hates you. why was he so angry anyways? you didn't even know but he would just get mad over anything and everything, you were growing tired of it, but when he stopped being that angry and started to apologize? you just gave in. you just liked him that much :(

[divineerdrick]

Homestuck: Beyond Canon Upd8 for August 11, 2024

So I've heard we have an upd8 today! And we've got a news post too! Right off the bat, we'll have another chapter "a little later in the month." Guess I'll have to keep my ear to the ground. Not sure there's an extension out there that can determine when the team upd8s a Ren'py game attached to their website.

I haven't been able to support the Patreon for a bit, so I'm unaware of the music previews James mentions. His little spiel makes me worried he might go Grimdark at some point . . .

We've still got another collab in the works, but we don't have the details yet. And yeah, I've been experiencing heat where I live that definitely slowed me down a peg.

On to the upd8!

Holy crap! Year 4!

Even with the realizations she made before, apparently this is still really slow going.

Nanna!

Oh wow! She's literally growing up! Wherever she is, she's physically aging in what is probably real time. Here's a shot from the last blog for comparison.

Her hair and horns are both longer, she's taller in frame, her neck is longer, and her eyes and mouth sit smaller on her face. Somehow though, she's still fitting into her outfit. Wonder if they're letting her alchemize new clothes?

Oh man! We've apparently missed some reconciliation with Eridan, John, and Kanaya! I feel especially robbed about missing out on the Kanaya portion. But we all know who the "HER" is. Though it would be a hilarious fake out if it was Nepeta or Feferi!

Hah! We apparently have both Nannasprites here!

Vriska does not say no to cookies!

We get another callback to Vriska's previous adventures as she remembers talking to John about their relationships with their ancestors. But she apparently doesn't understand how humans can have family ties. At least she seems more curious about it now.

Of course Nanna would have to describe having a child as having "novelty". It's nice to see a little bit more background on this version of Jane.

Vriska just cannot get past the idea why anyone would put up with a baby given the unavoidable accidents.

Nannasprite has apparently seen everything Jane has accomplished and is, at the very least, curious how things might have turned out if she hadn't settled down.

Wow. That had to really suck. Nana never felt loved or even wanted before she settled down. That might have been why finding someone who did love her and want to start a family with her caused her to change all her plans.

This is another attitude that Vriska previously would never have considered. She was always certain she had to be best, had to surpass every expectation, and very much felt she had a destiny to fulfill. The idea that someone would just "give up" on all that and do their own thing is more alien to her than humanity itself.

Wow! Vriska was actually mindful she might have lost her cool and genuinely apologized! She is learning!

And some genuine affection here too.

Wait! That's broken Paradox Space! Is Vriska facing Game Over Terezi?

And these are Vriska's typing quirks! Wait! Does she have to come to terms with Game Over Vriska? AKA (Vriska)? Does she have to reconcile with herself?

Wait! Mindfang? Does she have to come to terms with her relationship with Mindfang? If that's the case, no wonder she's not getting anywhere. Everything else has probably been about figuring out what the other person wants. But Vriska's problem was she was always trying to live up to Mindfang, an extremely poor example and role model. In this case, she almost certainly need to stop caring about what Mindfang might want.

Oh! It's not Mindfang! It's Vriska's idea of her, all wrapped up in her relationship with her lusus. It's basically both of Vriska's parental figures rolled into one.

She definitely needs to not give a shit about what this entity wants! While there is value in understanding who her lusus was and who Mindfang was, there is no value in engaging with them. This is all about Vriska learning how trying to live up to their needs and expectations, instead of living up to her own desires, caused her so much pain and heartache.

Heh! "Momfang."

Wow! They really are wrapped into one!

Also I can't decide if this reminds me more of the Venom symbiote or Conceptual Hair.

It is important that Vriska recognizes that these two entities were formative to her. But I really feel like that's all there is here. Understanding who they were and the impact they had on her life. The next revelation is that this doesn't need to define her.

Momfang's words echo a lot of Vriska's own thoughts and words on death and murder. Whether she, or indeed we, like it or not, Vriska does need to forgiver herself for her past. But not by accepting the violent environment as justification. She needs to understand that while she has extenuating circumstances for what she did, Vriska still did those things. She has to come to terms with that and forgive herself for it.

Vriska has learned from Vrissy! Suffering is not what makes you strong. Just as the muscles of a body builder tend to be weaker, more limited, and even useless compared to those of an athlete, suffering often comes with just as much that weakens you. Strength always has to come from within. Someone's strength who gets there through finding something or someone to be strong for is just as valid as someone who gets there through pursuit of an ambition is just as valid as someone who gets there through hardship is just as valid as, well, any path that gets you there. It's a bitter pill if you're the one who's suffered. But it is the truth.

Even on Alternia, none of this was ever fine. Even by their standards, her childhood was full of abuse and violence.

Man! The team is determined to make Momfang's twisting form as creepy as they can for mostly still images!

I don't know if Beforan Lusus could be like this, or if this quirk was part of Scratch's work. But we clearly see that some Lusus just weren't good guardians, despite coevolution. "But so are some parents!" I hear you cry! That's still different. While it's possible in the vast variety of humanity to be raised by a true monster, most abusive parents are still human. There are paths victims of abuse can take to find comfort or even peace and understanding because of this.

Vriska's "mom" is literally a spider, an animalistic predator. "HUNGRY. KILL. FUCK. EAT. FEED." On earth, even when spiders demonstrate sentience and intelligence, it is from an entirely different evolutionary path. We could not relate to the mind of a spider. And neither can Vriska.

There are many reasons why a parent may become abusive.

Vriska's was abusive because that helped it find prey.

Yep. This is not about what Momfang wants. It's about what Vriska wants. "And wasn't considering it now, to 8e clear." Again. Spider!

Huh! But that doesn't stop Vriska's image of Mindfang from being curious.

Vriska knows part of what's wrong. But as most of us know all too well, knowing what a problem is only the first step in fixing it. All you can do is try to catch yourself when "you're doing it again," while also trying to not make that become something you're constantly on guard about.

"Oh my god. Tavros was right!!!!!!!!!"

As was Nannasprite! You're supposed to learn form each of these "sessions" and use that to help with the next.

Now I'm sure that "h8r" is talking about Terezi.

We've often believed that what we read of Mindfang's journal was tame. Homesmut Mindfang is apparently canon.

No Momfang! No! You do not get to use Mayor callbacks!

"What will you do?"

Vriska knows what she wants. How does she prove it? Killing or being eaten seems like it's just more of the same. This could just be as simple as walking away.

Only way to win is not to play. It was always a false binary. There was always another option, it was just a case of seeing it.

Happy Vriska is best Vriska!

Yep! Just walk away!

Yeah, no! No hug for you!

Can't decide if I like "Gestalt of Rivia" or "Hierarchy of Arachneeds" more!

Let's not stop there though! I feel like we know enough now about how this works to start making some predictions.

So the Cueball suggests Scratch. He also played a great role in Vriska's life and actions. How Vriska needs to grow past him is trickier. Scratch was only ever using her, and I'm pretty sure Vriska knows this. Now she's dealt with Momfang, though, I don't think she'd get hung up on him. He is considerably cannier than Momfang, but this still feels like a misdirect. It could potentially lead to Rose. She's the other Hero of Light after all, and she and Vriska have both Scratch and the Cueball in common. I'm willing to bet Vriska didn't take enough advantage of Rose's presence on the meteor. This might create a scenario where she just has to learn from her fellow Hero.

Then we have a feather. This is probably the hardest to draw any conclusions from. The only character in Homestuck connected to feathers is Dave. Another potential hero to learn from. It's just hard to imagine not having to reconcile with Terezi, and I'm pretty sure she's not the 8ball. But I also can't think of how the feather connects her to . . .

Scales! It's a bit of a reach, but scales and feathers do have a connection. Also, why would Vriska have a feather? Maybe it's a quill that she used in her FLARPing days? Either way, I'm gonna say the feather is Terezi. Mostly because it's what I want.

The 8ball will be (Vriska). Vriska needs to come to terms with her Game Over self. She needs to realize that it not only was she wrong to look down on her, but that (Vriska) was always right to just look for happiness. (Vriska) was always valid and deserves to lose those parenthesis. Even if they are really convenient.

[pablitogavii]

Hi could you write a gavi x reader where

He hears the team talking about reader in a dirty way and he gets jealous and he shows you that you only belong to him and he makes you leave marks on him to show off to his teammates??😉

Marked

You were driving Pablo today to training because he didn't feel that well in the morning but still needed to go get his physical check done.

"Text me when I should pick you up cariño" you said while you were kissing in front of the car and he nodded holding you close not wanting to let go yet.

"Hola Y/n" Balde, Ferran and Pedri walked up and you moved away from Pablo to greet them much to his dismay.

"Good luck in USA guys!" you said and they all thank you letting your boy give you one last kiss before they all went inside.

When he was told he shouldn't train today due to gastroenteritis, Pablo was already in the bad mood so when he went to watch the training hearing his teammates talk about you made him fuming mad.

"Damn that shorts looks good on her!" Ferran said while doing pushups. If he meant you have a nice ass, Pablo already knew that..he knew that very well!

"Not to mention that she is so cute because she is short!!" Balde smirked noticing that Pablo was overhearing their conversation. Your height was one of Pablo's favorite things especially because he always gets to raise your chin to kiss you.

"And she is shy.." Pedri said while Balde added " and I heard shy girls are hottest in bed!" and that was the last straw making Pablo walk away and text you to get him. Stupid cabróns!

"Hola amor! I'm sorry about your tummy ache" you said when you picked up Pablo who was clearly agitated but you just assumed it was because he couldn't play.

When you arrived home, you went to the bedroom in order to change but Pablo followed grabbing your body and pulling it on the bed. He towered above you starting to kiss and suck on your neck.

"Q..que haces??" your voice was shaky from how good his lips felt on your skin but you were confused what got him in such a mood all of the sudden.

"I want to mark you princesa!" he growled into you neck and you felt your panties become wet from those words but still wondering why all of the sudden. You both agreed to not have visible marks because of media and paparazzi but Pablo suddenly changed his mind? Why??

"What happened today Pablo? Where is this coming from cariño??" you ask and he moved back a little signing in frustration.

"They talked about you..and I don't like it!" he said and you blushed now realizing it was jealousy that pushed your boy to suddenly "mark you". You just smirked at his behavior.

"Please let me mark you princesa..I want to see their faces when they realize you're all mine!" he said and you blushed nodding your head and moving a little to give him easier access to your neck where he left numerous hickeys and marks before 'marking you' in another way too.

The next day he came to training bringing you along on purpose and when you passed his teammates, they could all clearly see the new marks decorating your neck. Pablo was very pleased with the whole situation.

"Thank you amor!" he whispered kissing your lips while you sat on the stands ready to watch the training.

"Mhm..no worries amor..I love being all yours Gavira" you winked and he smirked nodding his head before running to the pitch to join the training.

"Damn that Pablo is a lucky cabrón!" Balde said..damn right!

"His girl is really special" Ferran added..yeah, she is MINE cabrón!

"That's much better" Pablo said to himself and when asked by his teammates if he said something he shook his head looking towards you and winking as you sent him a kiss.

[maddiethedogstories]

New You Gym - 8

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Kylee, startled awake by Michael, quickly popped out of bed and shoved her saliva covered hand to her ass. She looked down, and, to her horror, the pull-up she was wearing was dangling heavily between her hips, signaling to her that it was full to the brim. However, Kylee, despite being in a glorified diaper soaked in her urine and her husband's cum, let out a sigh of relief when she pressed the padding of her training pants into her ass and only feel wet padding, not poop.

"Thank god!" Kylee said with a sigh of relief.

"Thank God?" Michael questioned Kylee, "I just woke up to you humping my leg and sucking your thumb, which was cute at first. But, then you started moaning, 'No! Stop!' I can't!' and I got really worried for you."

"Oh, yeah, um, I just had a bad dream, I'm alright," Kylee said unconvincingly, as she poked at her very-well used diaper.

"Did we really have sex while I was wearing this thing or was that part of the dream too?" Kylee asked.

"Oh, that wasn't a dream, Little Miss Pissy Pants," Michael said mockingly as he walked over to comfort Kylee.

Kylee shied away from his touch. "Please, love, please don't call me that. I'm so embarrassed," Kylee said, blushing at the new nickname and thinking back to her dream. "I feel so itchy and disgusting, I just want to get out of this thing and take a shower."

"Alright," says Michael, somewhat defeated and angry at himself for angering his wife, "how about you get cleaned up while I take care of the bed."

"Take care of the bed?" Kylee said as she looked down at the sheets where she fell asleep. Right where her pull-up would have been was a big wet spot. Kylee's cheeks reddened for the hundredth time that day.

"Good idea, thank you," were the only words Kylee could muster before running into the bathroom in shame, shutting the door, and letting her pull-up fall to the floor with a wet thud.

Kylee turned on the shower, climbed in, and cried as she aggressively washed her body. What the fuck is wrong with me? She thought to herself.

As Michael changed the wet sheets on the bed, he heard Kylee sobbing in the shower. Hearing his wife cry like that made his heart hurt, but he had been with her long enough to know to give her space when she was upset. He knew that she would eventually come to him for help when she was ready.

While waiting for Kylee to decompress, Michael threw on some pajama pants, put the urine-soaked sheets in the washer, and went downstairs to make Kylee her favorite breakfast--french toast and eggs.

While Michael cleaned and cooked, in the shower, Kylee felt like she was cleaning herself both physically and emotionally. Her sobbing allowed her to physically process all of the complex emotions she had experienced this morning. At the same time, letting the water and soap wash the urine (and semen) off her body gave her a clean feeling that made her feel like a new person. It was much harder to feel like a dirty little toddler when you smelt like lavender and eucalyptus.

Kylee stepped out of the shower with a smile on her face and feeling like a new woman. That was until she saw what she had left on the floor.

The yellowed padding of the pink pull-up she had been wearing all morning was staring at her from the floor of the bathroom. Just looking at it filled Kylee with embarrassment, rage, and, curiously, arousal.

Naked and still wet from the shower, Kylee walked over and picked up the offensive object, pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. The used training pants were heavy in her hand. Kylee walked over to the bathroom trashcan and chucked the offensive object into it. She looked at the trashcan again and saw her well-used pull-up sitting on the top.

"That's not going to work," Kylee announced to the world. Still naked and wet, she bent over the trash can and pushed the pull-up deep into it, forcing it to disappear beneath the other trash.

"Better," Kylee said as she washed her hands.

Kylee proceeded to towel off, get dressed in her sexist, most adult pair of panties, a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, and try to forget about her morning. As she was changing, the smell of french toast and eggs from the kitchen called out to her like a siren.

Kylee quickly went downstairs to find her husband standing at the stove, making her favorite breakfast. She had never seen a more beautiful sight. She walked up behind Michael while he was cooking, hugged him from behind, and spoke to him.

"I love you," she said sincerely.

Michael smiled, looked back at her, and responded, "I love you too. I'm sorry you had such a rough first day at the gym. But, on the bright side, we burned so many calories, we can eat as much french toast as we want!"

Kylee laughed, "You're right!"

"Go take a seat at the table, I'll make your plate and bring it over," Michael offered.

"That sounds wonderful," Kylee said as she found her seat at the kitchen table.

Once Kylee and Michael were both seated at the table and eating, Michael decided to broach the subject of what happened this morning.

"So, do you wanna talk about it?" He probed.

Kylee set her knife and fork down and sighed. "Yeah, I guess." She took a deep breath as she settled in to tell a truncated version of the story.

She told Michael about what happened when he wasn't there. She told him how she went down the creepy hallway to the empty daycare. She told him about the giant baby furniture and Julie. She told him about how the training pants and juvenile tights were her only option. She did leave out some key details, however. For instance, she never mentioned using the child's training potty, being wiped and brought to orgasm by Julie, or the deal she made to be allowed to cum. Some things were too much to relive, even with her husband. Further, Kylee was afraid that if Michael ever found out she let another person make her cum, that he would leave her.

"Wow, love, it sounds like you had a rough morning," Michael said supportively. "If it makes you feel any better, you were hot as fuck in that pull-up." Michael winked at Kylee, trying to lighten the mood.

Kylee grinned back at Michael, "You bet I was. My ass is so nice it makes anything covering it look good."

Michael smiled at Kylee's statement, but his face grew more somber.

"Love, I still do have one question," he said.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"I know you wet yourself the first time, that time in front of the class, because you didn't have time to pee, were in a weird position, and Emily pushed on your bladder," Michael said delicately, "but, when and why did you wet the pull-up? And the sheets were wet? Did you wet the bed too?"

Kylee's smile left her face and she froze momentarily. She had wet that pull-up sometime between the daycare and having sex with Michael. It also got wetter while she was sleeping. Kylee could not recall peeing, or even noticing that she had to pee, at all.

"I… I don't know," she told Michael.

Michael looked at her with concern on his face.

"Let's chalk it up to first-day-at-the-gym jitters for now, but, if it keeps happening, we might need to see a doctor," Michael helpfully provided.

"Yeah, it's probably just jitters," Kylee said, lost in thought as she replayed her morning and her vivid dream in her head.

NEXT CHAPTER

[genericpuff]

I'm curious - how many unanswered asks do you have in your inbox? Or do you just delete the ones you don't plan on answering?

do you feel good anon

do you feel good about yourself with this question

targeting me like that

geeeeez

ok but more seriously LMAO i have an embarrassingly large amount of unanswered asks but i do read all of them <3 a lot of them honestly are just from folks like, sharing their anonymous opinions about either LO and LR, with the odd one about comic advice, sharing webtoon recommendations, and other things of that nature!

In the case of the LO asks, it's stuff that often has already been spoken about at length before so I don't really have anything to add (but trust me, I'm usually in total agreement, if I heavily disagree with a take I'll usually try to respond to it but it's rare that that's the case because most of the takes are just things like "wow the art in this panel sucks" like yep it sure do LOL) and often it just feels like my inbox is just like, a comment box for people to get their feelings out anonymously and honestly that's fine, I just also can't really respond to every single one unfortunately, but I do read them and I love y'all's takes!

With LR asks, y'all are way too sweet to me and send me just the kindest things about LR, and I hope y'all know that even if I wind up not getting back to your ask about it, I do read everything you send and appreciate so much the amount of support you've all shown for this project since I took it on <3 A lot of those asks are literally my version of "do it for her" where I read them and it reminds me of why it's so worth doing what I do :') <3

Whenever people recommend me other works to read, I add them to a list and I am currently trying to tackle it :) (honestly that list isn't as big as you'd think, a lot of the recommendations are for the same stuff, like other Greek myth retelling comics or otherwise just bad webtoons that people want me to suffer thru LOL) I just recently finally got a physical copy of Song of Achilles and while it's slow going, I'm gonna be sharing my extended thoughts about it, either in a big Tumblr post or maybe a video if I can motivate myself to do it 🤔

And of course, the comic advice asks... these ones admittedly I do tend to actually move into my drafts because I really, REALLY do want to respond to them, but I'm also not someone to half-ass responses to questions like that. That is a bit of a bad habit on my end because it often means I'm spending crazy amounts of time going over topics that can be researched, but I also just really love talking about comics so it doesn't feel good to get a comic advice ask and just leave it at "idk just start" like yeah, do that, but also I want to pass on all the things I WISH I had known when I was first starting out and I'm glad people see me as someone to learn those things from! So when it comes to those asks, don't worry, I'm picking away at them <3 (but also man, I should probably just like... put together some kind of hitchhiker's guide to comic making or something huh LOL)

Anyways! I do have a lot of unanswered asks and honestly, I'm not really one to delete them, even if I don't get back to some of them it is still nice to read them in their own little curated space separate from my main blog, it's kind of like a personal comment section between myself and those of you who took the time to write <3 The only asks I tend to outright delete are ones that are just like, way too bad faith to even want to give any attention to, or bot spam lmao But for the majority of y'all who have sent genuine asks to my inbox and never saw a response and worry that I might have ignored it or deleted it, I hope you can have reassurance in knowing that they are all still there and even if I can't make time every day to respond to them, receiving all your personal takes about LO and your amazing feedback and kind words about LR is something I'm always excited to see whenever that little notification pops up in my Inbox tab. I see you and appreciate you <3

[youropinion-iswrong]

ghost trick character's genders

along with some other hcs relating to them! warnings for ghost trick spoilers and mentions of dysphoria, surgery, and pregnancy

everyone's under the cut 👍

sissel: he's a cat he doesn't know what a gender is, BUT. he was a female cat during his ten years living with yomiel (hence why he was named after yomiel's fiance). after thinking he was yomiel for a while he just. kept seeing himself as male afterwards and everyone else did too. this cat accidentally got his gender transed

lynne: a sillygirl. a sunshinegirl. a boyfriendgirl. a deadguygirl. perhaps even a puppygirl. just nonbinary woman works too though. does no sort of physical transition

missile: dog

jowd: trans man, started transitioning in like his early-mid 20s. decided to pause his medical transition to carry his and alma's child despite his dysphoria, he wouldn't do it again but he's never regretted it. now is on t and has top and bottom surgery

alma: trans woman that's also a man but not and doesn't have any gender. oh and a bit multigender. usually not genderfluid though. don't worry about it do you want chicken she's ordering some for her family. started having Gender Weirdness as a high schooler and eventually was peaceful with her gender not making sense to anyone else, because it doesn't need to! fluctuating dysphoria but the body is usually worse than social. has been on and off e throughout the years and has bottom surgery

kamila: a budding sapphic who eventually blooms into a butch lesbian. yes as her gender. also has many xenic girl varieties like her sister and general gender weirdness like her mom

cabanela: yeah i have no idea what's going on here. he simultaneously feels Very Cisgender and Very Transgender to me. idk what he is we just need to acknowledge he kind of sucks more. and that can include him being cis. either way he does drag and this is important to his gender despite not being a woman in any way

pigeon man: trans man, started transitioning within the year he quit his job at the police force. he's only binary in the sense that he doesn't give a shit about finding labels besides "man". on t with no surgeries and doesn't plan on any. everything about his transition in all three timelines is identical to the minute somehow.

yomiel: it's... complicated. he was a trans man who came out in his mid-late teens, and was on t with top surgery when he died. he had a bit of a thing about being a Normal Binary Passing Man, but being dead and unknowable with no human friends and a disconnect from his body for ten years really fucked with that. like all social conventions, he has trouble readjusting to gender in the new timeline, but he's started reconnecting with femininity and exploring more labels. mainly just says he's transmasc, still taking t.

fiansissel: trans woman with extra woman and a side of fries and dip. sorry i don't have more for you girl you have the potential to be so interesting just by being in love with yomiel but that's the *only* thing you had the time to be ingame

other random chars: memry is transfem, emma and the minister are painfully cis but supportive, amelie is a demigirl, park guy is some sort of nonbinary in an insane dollar store soda flavor way, bailey and his 'friend' are both cis but in a hand-wavey "not unpacking that" way

[chaotic-archaeologist]

Asking questions if i dare - what have you been learning about recently reid? Use this as an official excuse to talk about it if you like

Okay, this probably isn't the kind of answer you were expecting, but thanks for giving me the opportunity to talk about it.

The internship this summer was hard. Emotionally. Physically. Ethically.

I was living in a college dormitory, without access to a fully functioning kitchen and without a meal plan in a cafeteria. I've lost about ten pounds—and not in a good way—because I wasn't eating enough. I was sleeping on a bed that wildly exacerbated my chronic pain.

The material I was working with was really difficult. I'm not going to go into detail, but it wasn't all Christmas cards. Pretty much every -ism and -phobia you can think of, it was in there. I had to spend eight hours a day carefully and respectfully sorting through the papers of a woman who would not believe I deserve the same respect I was giving her.

I am doing much better now, but it was rough there for a little while. I was also definitely not prepared for how lonely it would be (thank you to everyone who pushed those good vibes buttons, you have no idea how much it helped).

I guess what I wanted to say is that I learned a lot about myself over the course of those six weeks. Lessons that all the therapy in the world couldn't give me. I've come out of that experience with a set of professional ethics that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. They will inform every other research opportunity I ever undertake.

I'm also saying this because sometimes I worry that I give off the impression I'm this Put Together Person™ who has all of the answers and is always doing fine. In reality, I'm just a Person™ who has been through a lot of shit and has worked very hard to climb out of certain holes, but I still struggle. This summer was one of those times where things were harder than others, but I've learned things about myself that will help me the next time around.

I'm closing out with this gif because it's more or less the mantra that I repeated to myself when it seemed particularly unbearable. Sometimes gritting my teeth and clenching my fists and muttering this is a character building exercise was the only thing I could do.

So yeah, the next time things suck for you, maybe try envisioning Mickey and see if it helps? Don't marinate in the suck too long, or it'll drown you.

-Reid

[twoheartswrites]

Hi could you write a Connor or hank x ftm reader with bad period craps 🙏 btw your work is amazing and I love reading it!

On Your Period HCs

Fem aligned people (+ She/Her users) DNI

FTM Reader x Connor

Fluff/Short Fic

Detroit Become Human

Note: I made Reader a college student here. Also as someone who is trans and has an ovarian cyst, I get it. Period pains suck

- Mentions of dysphoria

The moment you wake up, you can feel a sharp stinging-- the dreaded week has begun.

You head to the bathroom to find your period products, but hunched over as you try to find your pain-relief medication

Connor over hears your pained muttering and loud scrambling to find your medication and gets worried

"You okay?" He knocks at the bathroom door, his tone concerned.

"Mm, yeah, just-- do we have advil or tylenol in the room?" I huff, getting stressed since they aren't in the bathroom.

"We have those in the kitchen. Are you good? What hurts?" Connor replies

"I'm on my period" I sigh, "I forgot to check the calendar". I've always hated periods, like most AFABs would due to the pain, but it's worse as it makes me dysphoric. I hear Connor quickly scatter to the kitchen and grab a bottle of pills before coming back to the bathroom door.

I open the door finding Connor with a glass of water, the pills, and a blanket on his back placed like a cape

"You're not headed to school today, right? Hurts too much?"

"Yeah, I think I just wanna stay home today" I admit, leaning my body against Connor before taking the pills and water.

As soon as you're set to lay back in bed until the pain subsides, Connor's made a plan

He's only dealt with your period week twice, and both times you're very emotional and dysphoric, and he wants to help out this time.

He heads into the kitchen with a heating bottle and starts to pour hot water into it before heading back into the room to place it on your lower stomach.

If you're dealing with headaches, he gently places his hands on the side of your head and very softly starts petting you. Not enough pressure for it to make the pain worse, but not light enough where it's annoying.

He'll say things like "You're a really handsome guy, you know. Just because you have periods, it doesn't make you any less of a man"

He'll pepper your face with kisses and whisper praise

If your period pain doesn't get better after that day, he heads to your school to pick up the work and brings it to the house for you to do

He might even slip in some help because of the pity

He'll buy you your favorite snacks and play your favorite tv show so you don't get bored

He also makes sure you drink tons of water

It's a week of just him spoiling you and making sure you feel good about yourself mentally and physically.

[waheelawhisperer]

Slogged through V9E6, thoughts are under the cut

As always, I am worried that Jaune’s arrival means he’s going to start sucking focus away from the other characters again. Here’s hoping the writers remember he’s best used as a supporting character.

Jaune why did you grab the weird thing that looks like a clock what did you think was going to happen

Don't touch weird shit you idiot it's like rule #1

I hate the Ever After so much

So did he just sit there for years until he got DILFed? Lmao.

I'm sure this change will have long-lasting ramifications for both Jaune's characterization and the narrative as a whole.

Well, this was a wonderful, touching moment until it was immediately ruined by Weiss’s daddy kink

Like seriously who the fuck thought it was a good idea to have Jaune admit that he’d gone through a horribly traumatic experience and been incredibly lonely for what’s indicated to be literally decades based on his physical changes and then have Weiss immediately start thirsting for him like we literally see his eyes watering and then not seven seconds later Weiss is looking at him with do-me eyes

These writers genuinely have zero understanding of tone or how to set and maintain it effectively it’s amazing it's like they watched the MCU and the only lesson they took away from it was that every moment that might possibly have any kind of emotional impact needs to be undermined by a snappy quip as quickly as possible because otherwise someone might make the mistake of assuming your show is sincere about anything

Anyway girliepop’s showing her whole ass right now way to keep your fetish under wraps Weiss

Yang’s looking at her like “I know what you are”

Nice try Yang like I didn’t see you eyeing up Jaune too feast on the crumbs my fellow pan Yang truthers

Miles is genuinely never beating the “Jaune is a self-insert” allegations holy shit

Like if you want people to believe that the character you voice, who's received a disproportionate amount of narrative focus throughout the series already and has received repeated criticism for it, who's already been presented as attractive on at least one occasion, isn't a self-insert, maybe don't have one of the mains openly thirsting after him once you've written an excuse for him to be aged up so that he's both closer to your age and significantly older than she is after you've already posed for a picture with a body pillow of an underage girl from the show you write for and your coworker has posted that picture online with the caption "She's still only 16, don't get too comfortable". Like maybe consider the optics for 5 seconds. It'd be 5 seconds longer than you typically think through your writing choices, at any rate.

Wow, finally someone is engaging with the fall of Atlas, Team RWBY’s part in it, and the ramifications of both the previous things. Only took half the fucking Volume.

I actually like the pretty distinct perspectives and the conflict between Weiss and Blow. Weiss is the one who has the most reason to be attached with Atlas and Blow has the most reason to feel negatively about that Kingdom, so having them be the ones arguing here is a good choice.

Yeah, Weiss, you did fail, but it wasn’t just you. Most of the blame rests on the shoulders of Ironwood and these dumbass fucking writers.

That said, you guys didn’t exactly pass your trials with flying colors.

Good point, Ruby.

Yang is the first one to engage with Ruby’s distress again, even if she’s not exactly on the money here either in terms of her actual position on Ironwood or how to help Ruby.

I feel like this is one of the few moments of actual substance we've gotten this Volume and I really wish we'd spent more time digging into it. Unfortunately, He-Jaune, Master of the Universe, cuts it short. Not a fan of that choice unless we pick this up again at a later date.

He-Man’s a little bit of a jerk. Interesting. I kinda want to see where this goes.

He also doesn’t seem to like the Cat. He gets points for that.

He-Man, Master of the Jauniverse, does not want them going to the Tree. Given what apparently happened to the Herbalist, this implies something sinister about the Tree and Ascension.

You read my mind, Weiss.

Jaune has a very different perspective on Ascension than the Cat. On the one hand, the Cat is a denizen of the Ever After and probably knows more about how it works than Jaune does. On the other hand, Jaune is far more inherently trustworthy as a character we’ve known for 8+ Volumes, whereas the Cat is sinister as fuck. They've been creeping me out since their introduction.

Once again, Ascension is equated with death – you lose your memories, lose who you are. Whatever you used to be is gone.

Good pun, Yang.

Who the fuck is Lewis?

Oh, wonderful, Alyx had a brother. An irrelevant character had another irrelevant character to hang out with. Can we please stop expanding the cast?

Go off, Weiss (and Yang)

What the fuck did the Cat just do

I love you Weiss. There really is just no end to the Ever After’s bullshit, is there?

Where the hell are Blow and Yang?

You walked right into that one, Weiss.

Love how He-Man’s just done with everything. I am too, buddy, I am too.

Here it comes, the moment we’ve all been waiting for. Maybe we’ll get something decent out of this Volume after all.

YOU GUYS CAN LITERALLY DOUBLE JUMP WHY DOES EVERY SCENE IN THIS VOLUME THAT DOESN’T INVOLVE COMBAT INSIST ON FORGETTING THAT THE CHARACTERS HAVE MOBILITY TOOLS

I could cross that shit and I don’t even have superpowers

You have perfectly good ropes right there

Yes I get that it’s a metaphor for taking the next step in their relationship blah blah blah but the metaphor is shit

This Volume really likes presenting challenges as insurmountable when Team RWBY has regularly handled far more difficult ones it keeps breaking my willing suspension of disbelief

I'm normally pretty willing to buy into what a show is going for but I just can't do it for this Volume

Was that Summer in the reflection?

Looks like the reflections show everyone’s issues – Summer for Ruby, Penny for Jaune, Atlas for Weiss

Oh, so Alyx was a little shitter, huh? I’m sure there’s nothing negative about the choice to portray a (female) character of color this way, especially in a show known for being racist produced by a company known for being racist.

Okay yeah Jaune you probably fucked up here trying to railroad her into the book’s storyline. Somebody’s never played D&D before and it shows

Poor guy’s really hurting though, can’t blame him for feeling like a failure

I’d like the show to unpack all this but I don’t even trust it to handle Team RWBY’s issues (or even address them in a meaningful way) so we’ll see

I feel like we have to take everything Jaune says about the Cat and the Tree and the Ever After with a grain of salt, but the Cat is genuinely creepy as shit, so I feel like there’s some validity to this, at least.

So Jaune thinks the Cat fed Lewis to the Tree. Is he right? Who the fuck knows?

But it does set up some sinister implications about the Tree, the Cat, and the nature of the Ever After. If the Tree’s not an option, how does the gang get home?

I get the feeling that Jaune is at least partially wrong about how the Tree works, but what he's saying makes sense based on what he knows.

Yang you fucking dork

Anyway if Blow has a really good brain it’d be nice to see more examples of it beyond “she’s the bookworm”, I’m sure setting her own house on fire was a great demonstration of intelligence. I feel like this is another indication that I’m right when I say that RWBY would’ve really benefited from another Beacon Volume to really build the relationships between the core cast that the show tries to convince us exist.

Also, Yang is smart even if Blow makes her brain turn to mush. She seems to have figured out the trick here. She sounds so sweet and sincere when she mentions liking Blow’s ears, though I feel like this is another instance where the show isn’t taking Blow’s status as a minority seriously, what with the potential elements of fetishization here. Still, I’ll try to go with the writing’s intent here.

Honestly it probably wouldn’t even bother me if this Volume hadn’t insisted on continually comparing Blow to a cat

You did, in fact, nail it, Yang. Such a fucking dork I love her

Okay, Blow, maybe you do have a really good brain after all. Again, would’ve been nice to establish this a bit earlier, but oh well.

Yang you fucking dork lmao

Damn, Blake went hard here. Yang went with the surface-level stuff and was probably expecting the same in return and Blake just started pouring her heart out. I love the way Yang’s eyes and face just softened the moment Blake said she was an extraordinary person. Girlie was not expecting that at all.

“I like that you’ve never been intimidated by me” BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Yang she fucking flinches like a dog expecting to be beaten every time you raise your voice around her she’s the only one in your friend group who’s ever been intimidated by you even Jaune is fine around you and that boy’s afraid of his own shadow

Jk I lied the other abuse victim on your team also has negative reactions when you act aggressive

Anyway I guess we know why we got that line about Yang not being scary (even though she could be if she wants to) back in Episode 1.

Yang how are you missing with every line Blow gave up on Adam and the White Fang and that was a good thing because it let her escape his abuse hello?

Oh and she sure as hell gave up on Qrow and Ironwood when Qrow crawled into a bottle and Ironwood decided to raise Atlas, and she was literally the only person on her team who didn’t believe in Yang’s innocence when Cinder framed Yang during the Vytal Festival (guess who was ride or die for Yang in that moment? I'll give you a hint: her name starts with a W), and she ran away from her entire team when Weiss was racist for two episodes. Finding her was the whole fucking plot of the V1 finale. Like I’m not even arguing that she was wrong or unjustified for any of that but if you want her to be the one who never gives up on anyone then maybe fucking show her never giving up on anyone

Does Blake really know what matters to her, Yang? It sure as hell wasn’t Faunus rights during the Atlas Volumes.

That fucking lighting lmao

Just spit it out you idiots lets get this over with my expectations are dropping with every line

God Yang is such a fucking dork I genuinely love this for her it would’ve been so easy to make her the cocky flirty one all the time and they didn’t

For all my frustrations with this show I do genuinely like that.

I like how Yang hesitated a bit and didn’t quite commit but Blake went full-bore.

Oh my God it’s so sappy and cheesy and romantic

I can understand why people love it even if for me it crosses the line to narm like honestly this scene just feels ridiculous but that's just a personal taste thing, it feels too over-the-top for me but there's some charm to it as well

I feel a little bad for the Cat but honestly they strike me as manipulative more than anything

Every scene just gives me bad vibes

Damn, they were makin out, hands changed positions and everything

Nice little leg pop Blow

You and the fandom both, Jaune.

Kinda wonder when you figured it out though because you were not picking up on it in Volume 8 ("Ruby?" "Yeah... Ruby.")

Good to know the Bees thought confessing their feelings was more important than getting home or stopping Salem. I like both characters less every time they treat the Ever After as a vacation.

The little hand touch is cute though.

Okay, Ruby is not reacting well to the return of Crimson Rose, probably because it represents the burden of being a leader and a Huntress.

She's pushing her insecurities down again. That's gonna burst out sooner or later.

Jaune thinks Alyx traded Lewis to the Tree in order to leave. My guess is that either Jaune or Ruby tries to trade themselves to the Tree so the others can go home.

Damn, Ruby’s rejecting Crescent Rose pretty emphatically there.

Music is still forgettable I don’t think there’s been a single song that I’ve remembered a not of when it’s not actually playing for 6 whole episodes

Miles gave a solid performance here and so did whoever voices the Cat.

Okay, so, here it is: the scene we’ve all been waiting for since Volume 2 at the latest. The Bees are an item now, and it’s really obvious that it meant a lot to CRWBY. They put a lot of love into that scene, and it shows. Visually, it’s gorgeous, the voice actresses clearly put their hearts and souls into it, the music is meant to scream romance...

Unfortunately, I don’t like it. Perhaps this is just a nitpick on my end because I’m a stubborn ornery cantankerous bastard who hates being told what to do, but this confession doesn’t feel organic. It feels like they were forced into it by outside factors (the stupid fucking punderstorm that wouldn’t let them leave until they told each other their feelings. If I'd been in their place, I would've sat my stubborn Texan ass down and told that fucking weather condition that it could let me out right now or move along on its own time, but I'm staying right here until it does. Ain't no fuckin rain clouds gonna tell me what to do).

I don’t like that in and of itself, but it gets worse when you consider that both characters are A) queer and B) were only coded and not explicitly confirmed as queer within the show prior to this scene. It feels like two queer characters are being forced out of the closet, which would be bad enough on its own, but gets infinitely worse when the company behind the show named itself after a homophobic slur and then built a company culture around bullying and bigotry and the lead writer on the show has been openly biphobic and fetishized bi women in the past. Good job, morons, you managed to take a ship I’ve supported since the characters involved met in the Emerald Forest and make it feel gross to me. Between this and Blake’s jokes about Yang’s arm in Episode 2, I’m officially not a Bumbleby shipper anymore. You’ve fumbled the bag that badly. Please never hold a job in any creative industry again.

Overall rating: Horrendously Bad And Specifically Disappointing On Top Of That/10

Amazed that I can't definitively declare this a bottom three episode of the Volume because 3 of the 5 others I've watched so far were also this fucking bad. Truly an accomplishment.

Everything that wasn't Weiss's thirst for DILFs and the Bumbleby confession was okay (not amazing), but the writers fucked up so badly with the parts that sucked that they accomplished something incredible: they executed a scene I've been waiting for for ages so incompetently that I don't ship Bumbleby anymore.

[my-castles-crumbling]

hi Cas!

uh so ive always been a stem girl but next year we have our country's equivalent of the GCSEs and im a freshman right but my grades in almost every stem subject sucks rn like they're at an all time low, as in i have a 77 in physics in my report card and in my country anything less than a 95 is basically shit and i had plans to change schools in eleventh grade but my current report card isnt remotely close to what it should've been and the thing is im not bad at stem, like if i practiced or studied it regularly id probably be doing a lot better but yeah that didn't happen and the fact still remains that im a natural at humanities as in i study less than a week before the midterms and get more than i did in any stem subject? my best friend thinks i should probably consider a career in humanities bc im better at it but ive always wanted a career in stem, like, ever since third grade and everyone knows that i want(ed) to work at NASA but rn i dont really think i stand any chance of getting into my country's best colleges and that might not be the end of the world but ive always been like yeah im going to go there and it's basically common knowledge at this point

so ever since third grade i have kinda had my life all planned out? like obviously changes have been made but I've always been the one who's known what they wanted to do and i always thought I'd end up in aerospace engineering or at least another stem career but now with my grades im reconsidering and see, my country and family both value stem a lot like most people take up careers in it but my parents arent very restricting but it's always just been assumed that id go into stem too and i just casually mentioned it to my mom about dropping out of stem bc i felt like i couldnt do well in the subjects and later she was joking about it to my father and ik they wouldn't really care but i don't know if i actually want to drop out of stem and the thing is, my best friend's mom was kinda talking to mine about how both her and i arent doing as well despite having the potential (my mom agrees and our families are close enough for that conversation) and my best friend still doesnt know what to do so i was suggesting international relations to her which has always been my in another life career and that got me thinking as well about it just in case this doesnt work out but i have to make a decision by the end of tenth grade bc we get to choose our subjects for our junior and senior years then

im just kinda worried about how everyone will take it but more than that ive always wanted the freedom to move from one country to another without having to retake an exam like you'd have to for law and medical which was why i dropped the idea of doing law and im a very materialistic person, in the sense that i want to be rich like, have a large living space, luxury cars and brands, and most importantly be able to travel the world (which is probably my life goal) and money is just a means to that end and for that i need a good job but i also kinda prioritise my ability to travel when considering careers so i dont want to be tied down by becoming loyal to a particular government

im not even sure if i actually want to do ir instead of aerospace engineering. im just kinda testing the waters rn by doing research but im scared bc it's almost common knowledge that i want(ed) to work for NASA and I've always had my life planned out to the exact college i wanted to go to since third grade and the last i altered it and that too slightly was in seventh grade but this choice is going to affect everything and i dont know if im even going to make it

sorry for the rant, i hope you're having a good day wherever you are

Hi!

Okay so a few thoughts:

First of all, you're allowed to change your mind about what you want to do with your life at any time in your life, but expecially when you're this young. You should do what makes you feel fulfilled and happy, and if someone doesn't support you, that's their problem.

However, I do want to say that whatever you decide, don't just pick something that's easy. Because the thing is, at some point, everything will have rough spots. First decide what will make you happy, then figure out what work you need to do to get there.

I hope that makes sense!

[pompous-puffed-up-penguin]

Good Girl (Zero Year!Riddler/Fem!Reader)

AO3 mirror

AN: Okaaaaaaay, I read Zero Year and yeah, I hate this guy. So obviously I had to write a fic for him. It’s a kind of therapy, I swear.

Word Count: 1,804

CW: Pet Play, Master/Pet, Mildly Dubious Consent, Blow Job, Cane Play (is that a thing? It is now), Doggy Style (hehehe)

“There. A perfect fit.”

Edward leans back with a smirk, looking at the emerald-green collar he was ‘so kind’ to get you around your neck. It was bad enough he deemed you ‘worthy enough’ to be by his side while the rest of Gotham was suffering under his rule. That’s what you get for being decent to the social outcast at work. Sure, you didn’t have to worry about basic necessities like food and water, but when The Riddler was bored, it was your job to entertain him. And lately, that has gotten more physical than just his games and puzzles.

“It’s a good color on you. You know, the human eye is able to detect more shades of green than any other color.”

You simply nod. You’ve learned that back-talking him was a quick and painful way to get to the finish line.

“It’s not too tight, is it?”

You start to shake your head, but your gaze is pushed back to him as his cane gently touches your cheek.

“Not sure I like this silent treatment you’re giving me today. You haven’t forgotten to speak, have you? Come on, you haven’t been locked in here with me that long.”

Fine, you can talk. It’s just that you really don’t know what he wants you to do.

“Is it not simple enough to understand?” He leans forward, his voice dripping with acid. “Is your brain so atrophied to the point you can’t make the connection? This,” the cane moves to the collar, hooking onto the silver ring at the front, “is a symbol. Our symbol. Representing what you are to me, and what I am to you.”

If he’s suggesting what you think he’s-

Your reply is cut off by a sudden yank from his cane, and you stumble forward, instinctively reaching your arms forward to catch yourself on Edward’s chair. Regaining your balance, you find yourself looking down at him, your hands on his shoulders, your chest only a couple inches away from his face. Blood rushes to your cheeks as he grins, that shit-eating grin that aggravates you whenever he flashes it.

“Aw, you poor thing. I yanked too hard, didn’t I? Promise you won’t call the humane society?”

Laughing at his idea of a joke, Edward unhooks the cane, letting you take a step back. And as you do so, you take a deep breath in an attempt to keep yourself from being too flustered. He probably just wants his dick sucked again, right? Fine, you’ve done this enough times to know what he likes, and then you can have this silly collar off.

Edward shakes his head when he sees you approach him and lowering yourself to your knees. “Mm-mm, not yet. The whole image is still wrong."

What is he talking about? He’s made his point, he’s the owner and you’re his dog.

“Ah, but you don’t see what needs to be fixed.” He leans forward, so close that you can smell how heavy his cologne is, how it almost makes you choke. And he mutters in your ear. “Dogs don’t wear clothes. And I’m not a middle-aged woman looking to play dress-up with her living doll, so strip.”

There’s something about his voice when he gets this close to you. It vibrates through your nerves, and you have to hold back a shudder. You bite your lower lip as Edward leans back, resting his head on his hand and looking at you expectantly.

Damn it, you really thought you were going to get this over with quickly. He really wants to draw this out for as long as he can this time. With a sigh, you take off your shirt and throw off your jeans, leaving you in your underwear.

"Get those off, too."

Yeah, wow, maybe if he was a little more patient, he would see that you were taking off your bra right now.

He raises an eyebrow. "And you know dogs don't talk, right?"

You glare at him as your bra falls to the floor, and your panties join them too. He's the one who berated you for being silent before. But no matter how many times you've been naked in front of Edward, it still makes you feel vulnerable. He gazes at you, as if looking for a crack in your defenses, and gestures downwards. "Now you may come."

Finally, you can actually get to the main event. On your knees in front of him again, you reach for his belt buckle. But he snatches your wrist before you can get close enough to it. "What are you doing?"

You open your mouth to explain yourself, but quickly remember the 'no talking' rule. So you simply frown up at him, confused.

"I really need to spell everything out for you, don't I? Dogs have paws."

Ah, so that's how it's going to be.

"But since you were so eager to have my cock in your mouth before, I'll be kind enough to give you what you want. If," he taps your chin upward with his cane, "you beg for it."

You think for a moment. What do dogs do when they want something? As soon as you get an idea, you put it to action. You blink, enough times to create the illusion of watery eyes and look up at Edward. With your manufactured sad look, you lean your cheek towards his groin, even rubbing up against the bump that had formed there.

A gentle hand rests on your head as Edward, your 'owner', smirks down at you. "That's more like it."

Now for the cherry on top. You have to swallow your pride first, but you begin to whimper, staring up at him like an abused puppy. The leather of his pants scratches at your cheek as you continue rubbing along his erection, and you even let your tongue hang out, much to his amusement.

"Hm. This is a very good look for you. I should have done this earlier." His other hand reaches for his belt buckle and he begins to undo it. "Alright. Puppy gets her treat."

As soon as his cock springs free, you wrap your lips around the tip, roughly circling it with your tongue. The gasp it elicits from Edward is so satisfying, especially as you slowly take more in your mouth, sucking and licking with ferocity. You can see his thighs tremble from the sudden stimulation, and his strained breathing as he tries to keep his cool spurs you on.

“Slow…Fuck!” He throws his head back, covering his face with his hand as he groans. You live for moments like this, when he doesn’t have the strength to make any remarks or comments. Moments like this send a rush through you, like lightning striking at your senses. If you didn't know better, you would say these spurts of adrenaline were addicting.

Unfortunately, he eventually does find the strength to grab your hair and pull you off of him, leaving behind a trail of drool and precum. You both take this opportunity to catch your breath, and Edward is the first to recover.

“You,” he growls, wiping off his drool from the corner of his lip, “really play the role of slobbering mongrel well.” He grabs his cane again and makes a twirling motion with his finger. “Turn around and present yourself.”

Heat rises to your cheeks again. Slowly, knowing any hesitation will prompt another snarky comment from the Riddler, with your hands and knees on the floor, you raise your bottom up to him. And as soon as you do, something cold and metal rubs up against your lips, drawing a gasp at the sensation. You keep your head down, using your arms to cover your mouth as Edward's cane drags up and down along your sex.

"You pretend so hard that you hate this," you hear him purr, "but your body always betrays you. Look how wet you are."

The cane presses into you harder, and you stifle a whine at the shock through your nerves. It lingers on your clit, rubbing it in clumsy circles that make you twitch and moan.

Behind you, you hear footsteps as Edward gets up and approaches you, keeping the cane pressed down. "In heat, aren't you? Poor little bitch." He laughs, finally putting the cane down and letting it fall with a clang. But you're not escaping, as he grabs your hips to keep you still while he finds a comfortable position. Your breath freezes in your throat as you feel the tip of his cock tease at your entrance. "Let me help with that."

A sudden thrust of his hips, and you're seeing stars as you cry out, suddenly assaulted by a cocktail of pain and pleasure as you're split open. You feel your walls tremble, and your hands claw at the floor, trying to find something, anything to grip onto to brace yourself.

"Oops. Slipped."

Bullshit. You can practically hear the smirk in his voice. Keeping your hips in place, he slams into you again, and again, leaving you with very little time to recover between each attack. Struggling and gasping for air, you rest your cheek against the cold, hard floor, losing the strength to control your voice as your moans echo through the room.

"God, why," he grunts, "are you always so...tight?"

Sweat drips onto your back, mixing and pooling with your own as you cum on his cock. But he either doesn't notice or doesn't care, because he still continues his torturous pace. But eventually, his breathing becomes heavier with each thrust, and you know he's reaching his breaking point. You reach your third one at this point, mind going blank as you coat him with your juices.

Suddenly, he pulls out, leaving your pussy sopping wet, trailing cum down your thighs and dripping onto the floor. As you gasp and cry out from the sudden removal, you freeze as something warm and sticky falls onto your back. Edward groans and growls as he releases his orgasm on top of you, watching the trails shoot over your back. You swear you can even feel one of them reach the back of your head and into your hair. Once everything has been released, the two of you both stop to catch your breath, and Edward gives one last squeeze of your hips before letting go. Free of his grip, your knees give out and you fall to the floor, shuddering from the barrage of stimulation.

"Good girl." Edward mumbles as he gently touches your shoulder, trailing up to your cheek and brushing it with his thumb. He bends down and kisses your forehead before whispering in your ear. "Get yourself cleaned up. And keep the collar on. We're not done playing yet."

[thedawningofthehour]

I think that's the worst part, even in his final moments Draxum won't realize he made a mistake, and all he ultimately did was change one bad situation to another bad situation only worse, all because Draxum doesn't understand people as much as he understands science and fails to realize that in essence, the Yōkai are still human. Not to mention that he will left Galois to deal with a situation he's not prepared for.

Galois will undoubtedly have it worse, as he will not be able to understand why on earth they are fighting each other, aren't they all the same now? This is not what his father said would happen.

I just have another question, where will Bella and Pax be in all this? Let me guess, Bella will die trying to stop Draxum.

Now I'm curious how it would be if Draxum had won in the timeline in which he managed to keep all four turtles from the beginning?

That is a really good analysis, A+. Draxum is fun to write because he's not so full of himself that he thinks he's infallible-he's just very stupid in certain situations. He might be willing to admit he was wrong, (eventually) but he wouldn't until he understood how he was wrong. And he'd have a very hard time understanding this.

It also sucks for Galois because he is absolutely not 'leader' material and Draxum is not training him for any sort of political office. He's grooming him to take over his science man position, not his military general and world leader one. But people would look to him for leadership once Draxum was gone, and without people like his brothers and April and everyone he wouldn't have the resources to break himself out of the mindset Draxum built him into. I can just imagine him wanting to work on some advanced space travel thing while everyone is asking him to address some racial conflict or run for World President or something, and he's like "leave me ALONE, I literally gave you the technology to make a utopia, do you want me to press the buttons for you?! What the fuck are the rest of you here for?!!" Ironically, Cass would make a decent political leader herself, but she wouldn't be viewed as Draxum's 'true' heir since she's not his legal daughter.

I actually had Bella die at first, lol. Way back when she was supposed to be a super minor character and only be physically present in about two scenes, she was supposed to die off-screen and it would fuel some later character development (or devolvement) of Draxum's. I feel like she's too popular now to kill her off in that manner though. If I did have her die I'd give her a very heroic death, probably while protecting Leo. (I'm not gonna have her die, don't worry. I might fuck her up though, and I'm wondering if Leo should lose his arm at some point)

If Draxum did get to his endgoal, yeah I expect Bella would end up dying trying to prevent it. She's incredibly intelligent but she's also hot-headed enough to throw herself at things with no regard for herself. Draxum would probably try to do the same thing as with the turtles and just move her to the other side of the world so she'll live out her life in peace, but I could see her just killing herself to make a point to her uncle.

Pax would probably end up getting killed as well, though by the resistance. His kindness and aversion to conflict makes him easy to manipulate, and he'd be an easy target. Ironically, he'd make a great political leader himself if it wasn't for his trauma-induced mutism and difficulty trusting people.

I mean, he would have lost so fucking hard if he had gone with his original plan. If anything, it might have ended up here anyway, with just Draxum and Donnie after the other boys are killed, because one squadron is not going to kill billions of people. But also I feel like Splinter would have killed Draxum himself and taken Donnie away after Draxum got his other kids killed. It would be really nice to imagine a 'everything is fine' AU where Draxum abandons his plans and marries Lou and they raise their children together, (with cool cousin Pax and vodka aunt Bella) but I truly don't think anything could have convinced Draxum that humans weren't the problem before he was forced to live with them.

[stargazer-sims]

Journal Entry #47 (part one)

previously - Journal Entry #46 (part seven)

Victor

Hey, everyone.

So, it's been a while, and I'm not even sure where to start. Things have been... chaotic. I guess Yuri's been keeping you up to date, and I'm sure he's told you all about my accident and everything that's been happening since, so I won't go over that again. Living it once was enough, and I'm still having nightmares about it, so... yeah. I'm trying to keep my waking hours as free from it as I can.

I haven't felt like recording anything up to now. I mean, I obviously couldn't while I was in the hospital, but since I've been home again, I haven't had the mental stamina for it, or the physical stamina either, really. Being in pain is pretty exhausting, honestly. I think I probably already knew that from taking care of Yuri, but now I understand it from personal experience. I'm not used to feeling like crap and having hardly any energy, and it sucks.

I’m confident that my arms and rib are slowly getting better, and Mom says the bruises I had on my face and shoulder and down my side are totally gone, but I'm still having brutal headaches and I still can't see properly. Julian had to set up my phone for me so I could record this. If I'm not looking right into the camera, I'm sorry, and if I'm accidentally giving all of you like, a thousand-yard stare or something, I apologize for that too.

Sometimes I think my eyes are improving, but then I'll blink or I'll try to focus on something and it's just gone again. Mostly, everything's all blurry and indistinct, as if I'm looking through one of those frosted glass shower doors. It's frustrating because not only can I not play games on my Switch or text on my phone, I can't even do stuff that doesn't require major use of my hands and arms, like watching videos or practicing my reading or even picking out audio books by myself. I have to get help finding an audio book to listen to, or a movie. I basically have to listen to movies too, which is annoying.

When I'm not in too much pain, I get bored, and without being able to do anything to distract myself, all I can do is think. I don't like that. It's too scary and depressing, especially when I start worrying about whether my life really is going to get back to normal.

I realize it's only been a little over a week since my accident — this is Monday night and it happened a week ago Friday — so I shouldn't expect too much, too soon. The doctor did say it might take a few weeks or maybe up to a month for the worst of the symptoms to resolve, after all, and I might be dealing with some aftereffects for months. She said it was a grade 4 concussion, which is the most severe type because I was unconscious for more than a full minute, and she said I've got mild swelling of the brain. That's the explanation for the bad headaches and dizziness and of course the vision problems. I'm not supposed to be doing anything strenuous, or even remotely active, really. I'm not even allowed to climb the stairs by myself until the doctor clears me to do it. Not that I can actually climb the stairs by myself anyway, but you know.

Earlier today, Yuri's dad arranged an appointment for me with the oppthalmologist that he and Mrs. Okamoto, Yuri and Yuki all go to. Her name is Dr. Ishida, and she's going to see me this coming Friday. Exactly two weeks after the accident, if you're counting. I'm hoping she gives me better news than the ophthalmologist at the hospital did.

Yeah, you didn't hear that wrong. Mr. Okamoto arranged it. Yuri was going to do it himself, but he's actually sick right now and he's not up to making important phone calls. Like, he's sick enough for the hospital, if you ask me, but I think somebody would literally have to carry him out to the car to get him there.

Managing at home when he's this ill is not ideal in my opinion, but he says he doesn't want to go to the hospital because he doesn't want to leave me. I totally get that. I don't want us to be apart either, but I'm also freaking out because I can't take care of him like I usually do, and he's not comfortable with Mom or Julian doing what I normally would. Plus, they don't know everything they should be doing for him anyway, and it's super difficult for me to explain it.

All I can say is, thank goodness for Yuri's dad.

I know what you're likely thinking. Up to now, Yuri and his father have been on really bad terms and barely spoke to each other, and Mr. Okamoto hasn’t exactly been my biggest fan either, so why am I saying I’m grateful for him? Well, the thing is, he’s surprised us all during the last several days, and not in a negative way.

Let me try to explain.

Maybe people think Yuri’s not interested in a relationship with his dad, and I guess I wouldn’t blame anyone for believing that, considering how tense things were in the past. Yuri does actually want a relationship, but he and his dad are both so stubborn that once they started resenting each other for whatever real or imagined hurt they'd caused, neither one of them was willing to let go. I think Mr. Okamoto was more at fault than Yuri for the problems between them, mostly because he didn't know how to deal with Yuri not living up to his unreasonable expectations, but to be fair, you can't have a disagreement by yourself. Yuri isn't just an innocent victim of his dad's difficult personality and crappy communication skills. He had his own part to play.

But, since my accident, we're seeing a side of Mr. Okamoto that we've never seen before. It started with him coming to the hospital right after it happened, to sign consent forms, talk to the doctors and generally deal with stuff until Yuri could get there. Then, he stayed here with Yuri while I was in the hospital, which I was grateful for. I didn't like to think about him being alone. He said it was awkward, having his father here, but also kind of reassuring in a way.

I'm glad they both seem to be softening up, at least for the moment. Yuri really needs his dad in his life, and seeing Mr. Okamoto ready and willing to help us says something about how much has changed between them in a short time.

I want to be optimistic that things are going to get better between them going forward. Anyone who didn't know the whole story would probably be inclined to be positive in this situation, and maybe I should be too. I promise I'm trying, but knowing Mr. Okamoto, I have my doubts. He's not great at consistency and he hasn't shown much interest in the past, but I guess there's always a chance this time it'll be different. For Yuri's sake, I hope so, but I suppose we'll have to wait and see.

Anyway, on Saturday night after dinner, Mr. Okamoto came over to get the stuff Hana left here that morning. Apparently, Yuri had called or texted him to pick it up because he didn't want her coming back here for it herself. I'm pretty sure nobody wanted her to come back, least of all me, so I was relieved when my father-in-law took the bags and made his exit.

I'm not sure I was quite so relieved when he returned about two hours later, with bags of his own, and with Yuki in tow.

I mean, don’t get me wrong. I was thrilled to see Yuki. I just didn’t know what to expect with her and her father planning to stay here.

When Yuki first saw me, she ran to me and hugged me so hard that I thought she might break a few more of my ribs. Then we both cried a veritable flood while she told me she loved me and that she was glad I was alive.

I hadn't realized she was at the hospital with my friends on the day of my accident, and my heart hurt when she told me how worried she'd been. Nobody would tell her anything, she said, and when she wasn’t allowed to see me, she’d feared the worst. I said I was sorry for saying I didn't want anyone to come and see me in the hospital, and she said she understood, but I wondered if she did. In hindsight, I should've agreed to let her visit. I might've felt better after a hug from my favourite local super spy and internet personality, Yuki Okamoto.

Yuki and her father haven’t left here since Saturday night. He brought the smallest shikibuton for Yuki, and of course a normal sized one for himself, and the two of them have set up camp in the laundry room, of all places. Mom and Julian are in my room, Yuri's in his own room, and of course I'm still in the dining room, so it was the only spot left.

Mr. Okamoto said he was here to help. Nobody questioned him, not even Yuri. Since then, he's been doing all kinds of things around the house, including cooking and baking, which he's good at, and housecleaning chores, which he's not good at. Most importantly, he's doing things for Yuri, like helping him in the bathroom, and making sure he stays as nourished and hydrated as possible. Mom said he even gave him a bath this morning, which in her words, "left the upstairs bathroom looking like a small tsunami went through."

While Mom mused aloud about how he could've gotten so much water everywhere and why there were so many wet towels, and complained about the disaster area he'd left behind, I laughed so hard it hurt. I was trying to picture it, and all I could think about was the time me and Ellie were babysitting her cousins, and the four-year-old decided he wanted to be a sea monster while in the bath. We even got water on the ceiling that day, although we never mentioned it to Ellie’s aunt and uncle. I guessed Yuri probably hadn’t been anywhere near as lively as that kid had been, and it was much less likely that he’d wanted to play a game and splash around for fun, so it left me curious about the mess, too.

Bathtime tsunami notwithstanding, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't thankful for Mr. Okamoto's help right now. I doubt he's anywhere close to my standards when it comes to Yuri's care, but far be it from me to look this particular gift horse in the mouth. That he's even here at all is astounding, and the fact that he basically rolled up his sleeves and plunged into the current state of madness in our home is a super big deal.

On a connected and somewhat lighter note, I'm pretty sure Julian and Mr. Okamoto are besties now. Mom still seems a little cool toward him, but he and Julian have instantly bonded over their shared interests. They both play the piano, they both love art, and apparently Mr. Okamoto is as big a science fiction and fantasy nerd as Julian. Not gonna lie, listening to the two of them geek out over video games, role playing, Llama Man comics, and classic sci-fi B movies like It Came From Sixam and Day of the Plant Sims was kind of surreal.

It was highly entertaining, having an Uncle Kaz movie marathon with them on Sunday night. We watched some of Uncle Kaz's older Japanese-language films, with English subtitles, and me and Mr. Okamoto tried our best to help Julian understand the jokes. It was fun and felt weirdly comfortable, and by the end of it, my father-in-law and future stepfather were on a first-name basis. I'm not even allowed to call my father-in-law Kenji, so obviously Julian has made a great impression.

Wait... let me backtrack a bit. Like, a lot of stuff happened before the movie marathon, and it's way more important.

On Sunday, we all slept in. Once everybody except Yuri had finally gotten out of bed, Mr. Okamoto and Yuki made rice, eggs and grilled fish for breakfast, and it was so good. Mom had to feed most of my meal to me, but Yuki and I figured out a way for me to grip a spoon without using my thumb, so with her guidance, I was able to feed myself a bowl of rice. It was strange not using chopsticks, and I still feel embarrassed about getting help to eat, but I'm learning to accept it. It’s only temporary, and things could be a lot worse, right?

But, I digress.

After breakfast, Julian helped me upstairs so I could lie down and cuddle with Yuri for a while, and try to figure out just how ill he was. I knew it was serious the night before, when he didn’t come downstairs to share my mattress in the dining room, but I didn’t know the extent of it until I could see him and physically touch him.

To my dismay, it was way worse than I’d expected. He’d been unwell for a couple of weeks before my accident, and I realized he’d been declining, but this was really bad. It blew my mind how he’d managed to hide the true severity of his pain from me, but I reminded myself that I hadn’t exactly been in a fit state to notice every little nuance of his demeanour and body language like I normally would.

Obviously, he’d been forcing himself to do everything he thought he had to do instead of resting and taking care of himself, and by Saturday night his body didn’t have enough fight left in it. His immune system is weak at the best of times, and it’s like he’s constantly pushing through a state of nearly always being mildly unwell, but this had clearly been a headlong rush into a full-on crash. There was no way he hadn’t seen this coming, even if I hadn’t.

Once I was settled in bed with him, I let him lay on top of me the way he likes, even though it made my cracked rib hurt like hell. It was pointless to say anything or to try stopping him. He was so out of it, he probably didn't even realize what he was doing and just instinctively crawled onto me, seeking any bit of familiarity and human closeness he could find. I felt bad for him because even though I was in discomfort, I knew he was in far more pain than I was. I could feel heat radiating off his skin, and every time I moved even slightly, he whimpered.

I wished with every fibre of my being that I could make all his suffering disappear. I hated that he was so sick, and that it was at least partly my fault for not paying better attention to him and letting it get to this point without insisting that he needed rest and medical attention.

"This isn't good, Yuri," I told him, after I’d inadvertently shifted my weight, and he literally cried out from either the movement itself or the abrupt change of pressure against his stomach.

“Don’t… don’t do that,” he gasped. “Hurts. Gonna make me throw up.”

Normally, I might make a joke about him throwing up in bed, but this was not a laughing situation. “If you have to, tell me. I’ll yell for your dad.”

“Please… don’t.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. His tears were soaking through my t-shirt, and I felt helpless to comfort him. “Do you want to lay a different way? It might be less uncomfortable if you’re lying on your side or your back.”

“Wanna lie like this. With our whole bodies touching.”

“We can do that with you on your side,” I said. “You can be the little spoon.”

“Don’t wanna be the little spoon.” And to prove how adamant he was about it, he curled his fingers around a fistful of my shirt, as if daring me to pry him loose. I could feel his little hand trembling against my shoulder .

I rubbed small lines on his back with my fingertips. It felt inadequate, but it was all I could do with my arm in a cast. “Yuri,” I said. “Can you listen to me for a second?”

“Yeah,” was the weak reply.

"You need to see a doctor.”

“Don't want to.”

“You can’t go on like this. You need help, and you need to be somewhere where somebody can take care of you properly.”

"No..." He dragged out the single English syllable in a long whine before continuing in barely intelligible Japanese, "Want you to take care of me."

"I can't, sweet baby," I said. "I love you so much and I want to do everything for you, and I really I wish I could, but this is too much for either of us right now. You need to be where somebody can tend to you night and day, and I think you're gonna need medicine and intravenous fluids to help you get better."

"No," he repeated.

"Yes," I insisted. "Remember last time you were this sick? You needed fluids and antibiotics, and your doctor said the hospital was the best place for you."

"Don't want antibiotics. Make me feel worse."

"I know, but only for a short time. After that, you'll start feeling better a lot quicker. Let your dad take you to the hospital so you can get better?”

“No.”

“I’m worried about you, Yuri. Please.”

"Don't wanna be alone." he said.

"You wouldn't be alone. Me and Mom and Julian would all take turns staying with you. I think even your dad would. He's really stepped up lately, you know."

"Gotta tell him..." Yuri said, but then seemed to lose the thought, and mumbled something that sounded like, "My violin."

I smiled despite the circumstances. "You have to tell your dad about your violin? What about it?"

He let out a little grunt of frustration and tugged feebly at my shirt. "Victor!"

"I'm here."

"Listen."

"I'm listening, love."

"My violin case. Tell Papa..." He trailed off momentarily, as if he was trying to think of how to make the most impact with as few words as possible. "In my violin case. Look. It's important."

"Okay," I agreed.

"Thank you," he whispered. And then, "Love you. Just... wanna protect you."

"I know," I said. "I love you too."

"Please... tell Papa. Promise."

"I promise."

That satisfied him, and he let out a long, shaky breath that was half sigh and half moan. "Gonna sleep," he murmured. He was still clutching my shirt, but it didn't take long before I felt his fingers relax.

I lay awake, thinking. I couldn't imagine what would be in Yuri's violin case other than his violin, and why it'd be so important for his father to see it, but he was so insistent that I figured I'd better not ignore his request. Besides, I promised, and you guys know how I hate breaking promises, especially ones I've made to Yuri.

When I was sure he was sound asleep, I eased him off me as carefully as I could, and then climbed out of bed. It took me a second to orient myself, and then a few more seconds to crawl my way over to where Yuri usually keeps his violin case, on the floor next to his dresser. I could make out the shape of it, and to my surprise, the distinct shape of his violin on its stand next to it. He almost never leaves his violin out for long periods of time. I didn't know when he'd practiced last, but it definitely hadn't been since I got out of the hospital. He wouldn't have left it out since Thursday, so I guessed he must've taken it out sometime on Saturday.

But why?

Cursing my clumsy fingers, I fumbled with the latch of the case for a minute or two. I let out my breath when I finally got it open.

What I found inside was something I totally did not expect. It was a beige file folder stuffed with papers.

I didn't dare try to lift it out by myself, fearing that I'd end up spilling the contents all over the floor. I knew I wouldn't be able to read anything, but I had to soothe my curiosity anyway, so I hooked my fingers under the cover of the folder and flipped it open.

I'll admit, had no idea what to make of it when I thought I saw two passports inside. Why would Yuri have our passports in a folder like this? He’d said he wanted to protect me, but surely that didn’t include leaving the country? Neither of us were in any shape for that. I didn’t understand.

I probably would've panicked if my bruised brain hadn't suddenly registered the fact that both passports were red. The covers of Canadian passports are dark blue, so neither of these could've been mine, and if mine wasn't there then Yuri's wasn't either. Even if either of us could travel, he wouldn't go anywhere without me. I was sure of that.

But, that only begged the question, whose passports were they? And what was Yuri doing with them?

Obviously, it wasn't something he was trying to hide from me, or he wouldn't have directed me to them and asked me to tell his father. The thing was, there was no way in hell I was going to show anything to Mr. Okamoto until I knew what it was myself.

Since I couldn't read the papers, and I couldn't ask Yuri about them, I decided there was only one thing to do. I made my way the short distance back to the bed, and then felt around carefully on the nightstand to locate Yuri's phone. I was glad we'd activated voice dialling on both our phones a few days ago, as that was going to make my mission a whole lot easier.

I had to concentrate to remember how Yuri had listed my mother in his contacts, but once I got it, I said aloud into the silence of the room, "Hey, Siri. Call Dr. Grace."

Mom answered on the second ring, and she sounded both confused and worried. "Yuri? Is everything okay, sweetheart? Why are you calling me from upstairs?"

"Mom, it's me," I said. "Yuri's sleeping. Everything's pretty much as you'd expect, but... can you come up, please? I need your help with something important."

"What is it?" she asked.

"I'll show you in a minute. Please, just come up. I don’t want to tell you over the phone.”

That last sentence came out weird, like a line from a badly-scripted TV show, but I didn’t waste brainpower stressing over it. I had a feeling I’d need to save my mental energy to deal with whatever I was about to learn about the passports and Yuri’s folder full of mystery papers.

"Okay," Mom said. "Hang on. I'll be right there."

[pineappleciders]

ayoo matchups are open!!

I don't want to like, flood you with requests and all kjfhdsfkdsfhd so sorry if you've got a lot in your inbox. But I just couldn't pass up the opportunity for a fun little matchup! Anyways, here's a little bit about me!

-> I'm mspec, so I'm fine with being matched up with anyone in the OMOgang (however I lean towards men/masc-alined genders)

-> I use she/her/hers, they/them/their, it/it/its, li/lil/lilas, and sometimes voi/void/voids pronouns

-> I'm genderdoe/genderfae (well really a subset of that gender, but people know genderfae better)

-> As for my personality, I start off pretty quiet around most people. I'm neurodivergent, and don't want to risk saying something 'stupid.' So, I keep my mouth shut. But once I learn someone isn't going to judge, I can go on for hours about my special interest, which happens to be character/OC creation. I'm pretty damn creative if I do say so myself!

-> I can get really loud and say some really stupid stuff, and I love it when others can do the same. By stupid, I don't mean 'hot takes' or anything, more so that I forgot the word for grey and called it dark white.

-> I have a very strong sense of right and wrong, even if to some people it's a little skewed (AKA 'murder is okay in some situations'). However, I struggle to actually stand up for myself when people go against me due to an intense fear of getting yelled at. Yippee!

-> Right. Fears. I'm scared of worms. :)

-> I do actually run a few headcanon/writing blogs for different fandoms. I won't be sharing them because they ~suck~ but oh well. I actually really, really love writing and have an Ao3 account for it.

Now for some fun facts that I couldn't flesh out into paragraphs!

-> I love giving and receiving physical touch as a love language

-> I'm about 168 cm (5'5")

-> I'm on my laptop 24/7 (mainly Tumblr)

-> I love space. And Saturn... :))))

-> OLD BALLGOWNS AND NIGHTGOWNS 11/10

-> I have a bob cut, but I'm hoping to get it that hair that curls up at the end. Y'know that old fashioned stuff? Yeah, that.

-> KEL AND HERO BEST CHARACTERS

Okay I'm gonna stop info-dumping on you now haha. Sorry if this was too much information! Lol.

-🪐

A/N: dont worry i dont mind one bit!! i love hearing people talk about whatever. i honestly couldn't decide who i saw you with better, so i did two characters separately!!

I MATCH YOU WITH...

RW AUBREY and RW KEL!!!!

as for AUBREY, she's also kind of quiet around people she doesn't know well, so it'll take some time for you two to get to know each other

as you get closer, though, she starts caring for you more and goes lengths to protect you

you two both have strong opinions on what's right and wrong, and she really likes that about you

she's sure to not raise her voice around you, and if she slips up or gets angry then she apologizes deeply and feels awful about it

she chuckles in amusement if you say some stupid shit like dark white, that's one of the many things she likes about you

AUBREY relates to the fear of being scared of blurting something out or saying dumb things. but the two of you slowly try to overcome it, one step at a time

if you bring up a blog or your writing hobby she wants to know more about it and potentially read some stuff, but she doesn't pressure you or anything

i like to think AUBREY also really likes space so u guys will just like. stargaze together a lot on the picnic blanket by the lake

likes seeing your characters and hearing about them,, i think she's the type to memorize everything you said and start doodling the character on her schoolwork or something as if it's her own

i personally headcanon AUBREY as about 5'9", and sometimes she uses you as a personal armrest (KEL also does the same, more often on your head than your shoulder cuz he's like 6'0" or something)

as for KEL, i think you two click very well

he's kinda scared to push your or cross your boundaries, so don't be surprised if he kind of separates himself from you for awhile

he's used to being called stupid or pushy, so it'll help if you reassure him (and he'll do the same for you!!)

KEL is similar to you in the way that he has a very strong sense of justice, and what's right and wrong. but, different to you, he's the first one to step up and defend himself/you and state what he thinks is right

you mention anything about your OCs or writing or anything that interests you at all?? he wants to hear everything about it

he might get a lil distracted and space out but he really does want to listen, he thinks ur creativity is incredibly awesome and he's always in awe of it

you two come up with chaotic ideas sometimes together like ur,,, conspiring like evil scientists or some shit. sometimes you both blurt out the same thing on accident like ur on the same wavelength

KEL's love language is also physical touch, so he'll always be leaning on you, holding your wrist, wrapped his arm around you, etc. if you two are cuddling or something he probably has to get up and move around a lot

he's gotten a lot better with staying still (when he was 12 he had to be moving and doing something constantly), but he still needs to get the wiggles out every now and then

[poutyniall]

You're right thank you so much you're like the big sister i never had lmaoo

Abt my dad tho he's alot like me which means if I'm stubborn so is he and i have my own line of thought and so does he

In my family nobody speaks above my dad. Once he makes a decision that is it. No discussion no arguments. i remember back as a freshman i was given subjects chosen by my father and i suffered for 2years because of it i was in a class of ppl who were much better than me academically, ppl who actually willing chose to be in that stream. I like subjects like English literature and psychology not subjects like biology and physics

I did not get good grades at all and everyone blamed me

I really did try my best uk but I'm the kind of person who can't do super well in something if it doesn't interest them and since i had no interest in those subjects i got average grades

Which i didn't get mostly i am a good student so my mental health just wasn't doing well but i hid it well like i always do

Moreover since my grades weren't as good as everyone else in the class i was seen as dumb and the teacher never saw me in class i was never complimented in class like the other students why should I? I wasn't good at all.

But the worst part was even in literature the part where my marks were consistent ever since the beginning the teacher never noticed me. She never acknowledged me in class even if i got a score more than everyone else. That sucked.

Oh and friends? Yeah i had no friends. I was all alone. my bestfriend was in a different class than i was so i only got to see her between breaks and during lunch

But leaving the past behind i hope i get a new start at the school i will be going to. I hope it's not as bad as whatever happened at this school and i hope i make some friends too. Sure not seeing my bestfriend everyday will be weird but I'll manage

Thanks again it really means so much to be able to talk abt all this to someone

Hi sweetheart, I apologize for the late response, I've been feeling under the weather lately...

Anyway, about your dad's behavior well, I'd have so many things to say but I feel like it's not my place so I'll keep my thoughts to myself. It's completely normal to not perform well when you're not engaged in the subject so do not worry to much about that (also, there are many types of intelligence and it's about damn time for schools to start reforming their system taking it into consideration but that's a different story) and don't let a score/teacher behavior define how smart you are.

Good luck on your new journey and feel free to burst into my inbox/dm to rant about whatever's on your mind every time you want/need to, ok?