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[hypnoneghoul]

May I please have some angst? Maybe swiss trying to hide the fact that he is having a panic attack? Maybe Mountain sees through him and helps him? Maybe swiss has never had one that bad before and he can’t stop panicking? Maybe even mountain gets scared because nothing seems to help?

I’m sorry I just really need some swissalps comfort and angst and who writes it better than you. Life’s just been rough lately and I like reading angst to feel better

im sorry its been so long, i hope life is easier on you now

It starts small; as usual.

Swiss just can’t stop bouncing his leg—but it’s nothing to worry about. It’s often impossible for him to sit still, so that’s nothing out the ordinary.

But then his heart starts to race. His breathing picks up, until he’s all but hyperventilating for no apparent reason. His ears start to ring and his vision blurs, and all Swiss knows is panic.

He was just watching a dumb cooking show on the TV, relaxing on his own in the common room, reclined on the couch. Now the multi ghoul is as tense as a guitar string, with his legs bent and pressed close against his chest as he’s drowning in fear of…nothing in particular.

Mountain was outside, but a few dull thumps of his heart and a strange shadow falling over his mind made him turn on his heel and head back inside. He knows exactly what’s going on.

He also knows that Swiss himself wouldn’t call for him to ask for help, unless it was really bad.

The earth ghoul ends up in the commons in no time, and his eyes lock on Swiss right away. Mountain doubts he’s been noticed—he moves slowly as he comes up and sits on the other end of the couch.

“What’s wrong, my darling?” he asks.

“What? No–nothing is wrong, I’m alright,” Swiss replies—way too fast and too tense to be believable, with his breathing rapid and his smile clearly forced. At least to Mountain; there’s no way of telling if anyone else can see right through him like the earth ghoul can.

“My heart,” he sighs. He really knows Swiss too well for both their good, “it’s okay not to be okay. What do you need?”

The multi ghoul’s breath hitches and his eyes start to sting, “I don’t–don’t know. Can’t think.”

“That’s okay,” Mountain says, smiling softly. His presence alone is calming. “Do you think it’s going to be easier to think if I give you choices?”

Swiss nods. His legs don’t stop shaking and his fidgeting doesn’t cease, either.

“Do you want me close or away?” the earth ghoul asks.

“Close.”

Mountain scoots over.

“Touch or no touch?”

“Touch. Please,” Swiss begs shakily.

“Of course.” His mate lays a hand on his thigh. “Heavy or light touch?”

“Uhm…heavy. Squish me.”

The earth ghoul winks at him before wrapping his arms around Swiss. He truly does squish him as he pulls him into his lap. Swiss adjusts, as much as he can, to curl into as small a ball as possible as his mate holds him.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Mountain mutters, “I’ve got you, my heart, everything’s alright.”

Swiss hides his face in the earth ghoul’s armpit and tries to focus on his steady heartbeat and solid hold. Now Mountain has to wait and see. There’s no way of telling if this will be enough to get Swiss out of the panic attack, or if it’s only going to get worse as his own mind gnaws at him.

The earth ghoul kicks up a low purr and starts to sway gently from side to side. Minutes pass, the cooking show’s participants are still talking on the TV, and the multi ghoul’s breathing finally begins to ease.

“How are you feeling, my heart?” Mountain asks after a while, when the muscles of Swiss’ back under his hands aren’t that hard anymore.

“Better,” he mumbles into his arm.

“I’m glad. Can I get a kiss from my darling?” the earth ghoul asks with a slightly teasing tone. Swiss lifts his head and scoffs—lovingly—before pressing his lips against his mate’s. Mountain huffs, “Hmph–thank you.”

“Thank you,” Swiss counters. “How do you always know what I need?”

“Dunno,” the other shrugs, “guess I’m just that obsessed with you.”

[layanomaly]

Okay- so I feel like im a bit calm (definitely real) after yesterdays finale to properly make a statement about it

And I really want to put a few of these points out there while the tags are still trending and while I still have time cuz now that AAA I finally over I really need to focus on my studies which is gonna be hard…..but yeah it is what it is

And honestly 

Look idc what anyone says anymore

Yes there were some loose ends and a whole lot of questions

And I get that a lot of people were upset…..believe me I was too and still am

But I wanna be a voice of positivity

cuz I feel like whatever plot wholes they left 

Like jac said were there for US to interpret

Or as my delusional ass is telling me maybe theyre setting up for another season???

And yes for those of you whore saying that we shouldn’t be the ones to figure theyre story out YOURE RIGHT, I AGREE WE SHOULDNT

But at the end of the day it still was a marvel show

And Whatever it was 

It was an amazing experience

Yes we had our highs and lows 

And Looking back on Agatha’s story, yes I do feel a mix of admiration and frustration. There was so much potential in exploring her relationship with Rio and the complex layers of her own journey, which felt overshadowed in the end. At times, the focus on Agatha's role as a mother felt like it could have been handled differently and Instead of fully delving into Agatha’s growth, her story was ultimately used to elevate Billy’s arc, leaving her character, her grief, and her love for Rio without the closure they deserved.

That being said 

Again while it's fair to wish for a bit more closure for characters like Agatha, Rio, Jen, and Alice,

I truly do think jac schaeffer is a genius

like for a really long time i used to think that we were reading too deep into scenes and that they arent actually that deep and we’re just being delusional

But watching, reading interviews of her 

Finding out that as a matter of fact it actually IS that deep

And that everything means something and nothing is unintensional

just hearing her talk about the characters she writes is such a fulfilling feeling you have no idea

its the way she understands those characters and portrays their trauma….She really cares for themm 

she does her research and makes sure she understand her characters and the lore

unlike *cough michael waldron cough* 

Who couldnt even be bothered enough to watch a show which was an indefinitely important arc for one of the characters he was assigned to write for a movie 

Its just-

Look all im tryna say is

Shes a master in her craft and no one does it like her 

despite everything she provided us with two of MARVELs best shows up to date and no one can tell me other wise

Cuz While the narrative pivot left parts of Agatha’s story untold, Schaeffer's dedication to character depth shows her commitment to storytelling which you can really see in the way she talks about those characters

again while I wasnt satisfied with the finale its her dedication to understanding these characters, down to the smallest detail means so much to me. 

Cuz it’s not just about the story—she collaborates with her actors to bring out the arcs they envision which makes it even more special

And It’s truly disappointing that Marvel didn’t fully capitalize on the opportunity to explore Agatha’s own arc in its entirety, especially with such a capable writer at the helm. 

Still, I’m hopeful that future stories will revisit and give the characters like Agatha and Rio the focus they deserve

And i reallyyy hope they sign jac up as a writer for future projects

Cuz ultimately, I think her approach to these characters makes her one of the standout storytellers in Marvel right now, and I’m excited to see what she does next with all the new responses from the fandom 

I hope you guys get what im trying to say

Anyways to conclude my thoughts

Whatever it was

I truly did love this show

And ill really miss coming back home on Thursdays to watch the new episodes drop

[foodtruckery]

trick or treat! optional prompt word: begging (i know im predictable) -🐶

for you, my dear? consider it a full sized candy bar! (the full sized candy bar is just omegaverse porn, to be clear, so y'know. proceed with caution)

"Damn, it feels great out here."

"Stanley, it's barely twenty degrees. Put your hat back on or you're going to get sick."

That should have been the first sign. But how could Ford have realized that at the time? With the amount of data he'd been missing, it was a miracle he remembered the interaction at all.

He did remember, though. He remembered Stan with his beanie in his hand instead of on his head, half shrugged out of his jacket and leaning against the side of the boat. He remembered how pink Stan's ears and face were, from the cold and any errant sprays of seawater. He remembered the glint of a gold chain around his neck, disappearing under the stretched collar of his sweater.  

He remembers brushing it all aside. Stan always ran hot, after all. He would enjoy standing out on the deck in the cold.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Ma," Stan had mocked. But he had put his hat back on, and that had pleased Ford more than he cared to consider.

A day later, when he realized he was missing clothes, should have been the second sign.

They were still a few days out from the next port, and while Ford planned to save the bulk for a laundromat, he did want to have at least some decently clean clothes on hand. He'd certainly gone longer, much, much longer without, but he didn't care to if he could help it nowadays. It reminded him too much of dimension hopping or, worse, being so sleep deprived and paranoid that the idea of pulling a shower curtain between him and the rest of the room felt as good as a death sentence.

So he resolved himself to do a little bit of laundry to tide them over.

"Stanley? Have you seen my sweater?" he called, frowning down into the bag of his own dirty clothes as if the missing material would appear if he stared hard enough.

"Huh?"

Ford rolled his eyes. "My sweater! Have you seen it?"

Stan leaned into their shared room and stared pointedly at his chest. "You're wearing your damn sweater, Sixer."

"Not this one! My green one."

"Why the hell would I know where your sweater is?"

"I didn't say you knew where it was. I was just asking if you had seen it," Ford snapped. What a stupid thing to be arguing about. "Nevermind. It probably fell out someplace."

Stan snorted. "Yeesh, relax, I'm sure it'll turn up. We'll probably start to smell the damn thing if you don't find it. Didn't you sweat through that one?"

Ford hadn't even remembered that until Stan brought it up, but at the time he'd simply chuckled and nodded. "I believe I did. Probably better to save it for the laundromat anyway."

He'd stopped looking at that point and grabbed a different sweater to hand wash. He'd track it down before they made port. He hadn't known it was a scant four steps away, crammed under Stan's pillow alongside a sock and two pairs of briefs. Why would he?

There were more signs, of course. Things that, in the moment, were a bit odd but otherwise unworthy of discussion. Stan complaining that their shared room was too warm. Stan putting up less of a fuss than usual when Ford asked him to do something. Stan standing closer than normal when they fished or leaning directly over his shoulder to read Ford's notes. Stan spacing out midway through a task -- though Ford stood by his ignorance on that one. It was hard to see the unfocused eyes and not remember his brother kneeling in the woods in his clothes, to not think the side effects of the memory gun were cropping back up.

The same can't be said for missing the most obvious sign, though. Because he had noticed when Stan's scent shifted -- how could he not? It was the two of them and nothing else but briny water for miles.

"What the hell are you staring at, Ford?" Stan had demanded, scowling over his shoulder at him. He'd been irritable all day, snapping and complaining about damn near everything, and it was irritating Ford in turn. It had his hackles up in a way that just fueled the agitation, leaving him to try and wrangle Stan's temper in tandem with his own ridiculous instincts -- to crowd, to start a fight, to establish a proper hierarchy over the other alpha on his ship.

"It's freezing out and you're wearing a t-shirt, Stanley," he'd pointed out, keeping the growl out of his voice but not the irritation. Stan also had sweat beading at his temples, bizarrely enough. And that should have been concerning, but it was hard to feel that through the itch of annoyance.

"Well, take a picture, it'll last longer."

"You smell strange," he'd said, whether he'd meant to or not. Because he did. Stan smelled odd, and Ford couldn't figure out why. And it had been driving him crazy for going on two days now.

Stan, of course, didn't care that Ford was inexplicably distressed by this and barked out a laugh that didn't sound at all like how he laughed when he thought something was funny. Ford clenched his jaw, acutely aware of the points of his own canines.

"You ain't exactly exuding Chanel No. 5 yourself."

"That isn't what I--"

"Can you just," Stan cut him off abruptly, shoving a hand into his hair and making a frustrated, nearly whining sound that pinged around in Ford's head long after it had gone. "I ain't in the mood right now, Stanford, all right? If I go below deck will ya just give me some fucking space for a while?"

He didn't want to. What Ford wanted was to put his own hand in Stan's hair and yank until he exposed his throat and made that high pitched noise again. But he was trying to make this work, dammit! To rebuild at least a sliver of their relationship, because the alternative was losing Stan all together. And that would be worse. He knew that would be worse. But it meant he had to get a grip on himself, and it was proving more challenging than he'd care to admit.

For better or worse, Stan took his silence as assent and stormed off, carrying the strange, newly sweet tinge of his scent off with him.

That was better, Ford decided, when the wind had swept it all away in favor of sea salt and frigid air and his instincts finally loosened their grip on him. He reminded himself that he wasn't the only alpha reckoning with too little territory and too much competition. It was an adjustment for both of them. Frankly, it was probably for the best that Stan had chosen to step away. Resorting to fisticuffs on the deck wouldn't have been their finest moment.

When Stan didn't re-emerge an hour later, Ford assumed he needed more time to cool off than Ford had. Stan had always been the more brash between them, more emotional. That made sense.

When Stan didn't re-emerge for dinner, despite Ford calling out for him, Ford assumed Stan was being a child about all of this. Honestly, they were both adults here, and they were going to have to sort this out eventually. But fine. If Stan wanted to go hungry because he couldn't get a grip on his instincts, Ford wasn't going to coddle him. He'd keep himself productive topside and maybe Stan would come to his senses.

When it got too late and too cold for Ford to brood on the deck any longer, he went through the motions of preparing the ship for the night by himself, irritation bubbling back up close to the surface as he outlined a mental list of grievances to recite to Stan. He was up here trying to make this work, and Stan had once again chosen to tuck tail and try to run away from his issues. Typical! Just typical.

Ford slammed the door behind him on his way below deck, grinding his teeth to keep from growling his agitation outright. And he very nearly fell the rest of the way down the short flight of stairs when the scent below deck hit him.

He had to grab the banister to keep himself on his feet when his head swam, breathing pointedly through his mouth and mentally reciting the decimals of pi until he regained a tenuous grip on himself. Something was wrong. Something had gone horribly wrong while he was upstairs sulking.

"St-Stanley?" he shouted, stumbling the rest of the way down the steps. Had Stan been right? It felt horribly warm down here. But it was hard to think too closely about that when it felt like a fishhook had snared low in his gut and was reeling him further into the bowels of their boat in jerky, unsteady steps towards their shared room.

Ford could make out muffled whining before he reached the door, and he should have been worried - he was! Of course he was! But it wasn't concern that was making his sweater feel unbearably hot or straining against the zipper of his pants. By the time he'd fumbled the door open, all those curious but otherwise unimportant little signs sprinkled across the last several days had already started slotting into place.

They were painfully obvious now, lined up in a neat, flashing neon row in Ford's head.

Stan didn't even seem to notice the door opening right away, not with his glasses on the floor and Ford's missing green sweater clutched to his face. That was fine. Ford was temporarily frozen in the threshold of their room anyway, staring. Stan was naked from the waist down, his cock flushed and swollen and dribbling steadily onto his stomach. The view was horrible from here, difficult to make out all the details Ford was suddenly desperate to observe, but there was no mistaking the frantic movement of Stan's hand between his thighs or the obscene squelching sound accompanying it.

Ford ran his tongue across his teeth and slowly approached the bed Stan was fingering himself on. Ford's bed.

"Si-- Sixer?"

Ford tore his eyes away from the damp spot growing on his sheets and found Stan watching him from over the sweater. His pupils were blown so wide his eyes may as well have been black. And when Ford reached up and brushed his knuckles against his brother's sweat dampened temple, Stan closed his eyes and whined.

"How did this happen?" he asked, sounding steadier than any part of him actually felt.

"Please," Stan said, the word so rare and his voice so thready that they may as well have looped around Ford's limbs, reeling him closer. He sat on the edge of the bed and shivered when Stan immediately curled towards him, a magnet drawn to its other half.

He slid his hand further down, tracing over the now-damp chain pooling around Stans' throat and dragging his palm across Stan's chest. He rumbled quietly when his brother arched eagerly towards it, more than could be good for his back.

"Stanley," he tried again, and there wasn't anything he could do for the lower pitch to his voice. He felt like an elastic, pulled taunt at both ends but slipping. "How in the world did you go into heat?"

Stan, to his credit, did try to answer him that time, working his mouth and his tongue, but Ford only made out the words 'drugs' and 'mistake.’ And that gave him better clues but no real explanation as to how his supposedly alpha brother had ended up here. He'd have to settle for physical evidence until Stan was capable of being interviewed properly.

Reaching further down, he bypassed Stan's twitching cock to curl his hand around a thigh, feeling where his leg hair was matted down by slick as he squeezed. When Stan shuffled his heels further apart and Ford could better see the three fingers he was still driving into himself, he growled.

"Please," Stan begged again, practically a record, and he mewled into the dirty sweater when Ford pressed a finger in alongside his. Ford worked the digit out of rhythm with Stan's frantic thrusting, pushing and curling until Stan jerked against the bedsheets.

"Ah, there we are," he crooned, lifting his other hand to squeeze one of Stan's soft pecs as he rubbed mercilessly against that spot.

When Stan sobbed and slid his own fingers out of his wet hole to clutch at his arm, Ford simply replaced them with three more of his own, groaning when they sank easily into him. He was painfully hard in his own pants, but that seemed like such a secondary concern in the moment. He'd get to that, after all. Repeatedly. But he felt punch drunk on Stan's scent, on the way he clenched around his fingers, on the wet, whining sound he made every time Ford stabbed his fingers against his prostate.

It was so unlike cocky, loud mouthed Stan and so much closer to the fantasies he used to dream up in high school that Ford wouldn't have believed it was real if he couldn't feel him hot and shuddering under his hands.

"Six--ah! Sixer! Pl-Please, I need, I need--!"

Ford pinched the nipple under his palm hard and smiled when Stan shouted. Leaning over the mess his brother had become, he brushed a gentle kiss against his forehead.

"I know what you need, Stanley. I'll take care of you," he promised, grinding his fingertips against his prostate again. And again. And again. "But you're going to do this for me first. Come on, sweetheart, I know you can."

Stan sobbed around a mouthful of Ford's sweater when he came, untouched, soaking Ford's hand to the wrist and striping his own stomach and tshirt.

"Good boy," Ford growled, kissing Stan's wet cheek and his temple and savoring the way he shuddered and whimpered as he pulled his fingers free. Getting his zipper down was enough of a relief to make him groan again. "Let's get you a knot." 

[auroreliis]

Hey there, I hope I'm not spamming your blog too much

Also long ask ahead I'm sorry

I would actually enjoy the idea of Batfam with a reader who tried to impress them/ bond with them trough their hobbies

Normally it's only done in neglect fics(no hate to those I love them) and id love to see the reaction in a more fluffy scenwrio

Dick? Reader shows up to every single a acrobatics completion he takes and cheer for him the loudest , and one day come up to dick and show him they won first place in an acrobatics competitons turns out reader has been practicing in secret to impress dick

Jason? Reader constantly exchanges books with recommendations with him, and pays full attention when they rant about how good/bad a book is, one day reader shily approaches him and offers him a book they wrote and published themselves

Cass?(Warning I know nothing about ballet) Reader always tries to get her tickets to shows she's interested in, and even gets her meet and greets/autograph with her favorite dancers, one day reader offer her a single ticket for a new shows , with the excuse that they could only get that, and turns out that reader is actually the main dancer in the show

And obviously with Damian reader is often with him when he paint, and if damian feels like talking, they ask him about what methods he's using and what "vision" he has for his painting, eventually reader ask him to judge their paintings.

(im skipping Steph and Tim, because

The ask is getting too long and because with Tim, his hobby is genuinely investigating mysteries, so that'd s bit complicated since it's mostly vigilante related work,and I don't remember if Steph has a Really specific hobbie that reader can try, she's would just be happy to spend time with them)

Hey! No worries about spamming :)

If you're trying hard to get along with them, then they get very excited and that leads to fluffy scenarios!

Dick would love to do acrobatics with you and he would make for a great mentor. Usually, Dick is known for being annoying, but this is only when you don't engage enough with him. However, when you do engage with him, he becomes a regular, affectionate older brother.

After you finish your daily acrobatic training, he usually carries you to your room and brings you whatever you want. Water? Of course, right away! Food? Alfred's already making it! You want him to put a film on? Yes, hopefully you don't mind him watching it too :)

Jason adores the fact that you like his recommendations when it comes to books. It's not that nobody else in the manor thinks his suggestions are good, it's just that he most values your opinion.

His favourite moments are when you and him are sitting in the library during the evening, drinking hot chocolate and reading books. Neither of you are talking, but the silence is comfortable. Sometimes, he stop reading to look over at you, but you don't notice, because you're so immersed in the story. He probably looks for more books to recommend to you, intending to sit in the library in silence again.

Tim has many hobbies and many hobbies that you are unable to take part in. However, Tim makes it quite easy to spend time with him. For example, watching films with him is something he suggests often. Somehow, Tim always know what you want to do without needing to hear you say it, so if a new show came out, he immediately runs to you and asks if you want to binge it with him.

Watching shows isn't the only thing you two do, though. Tim also enjoys talking to you about anything. You have a new hyperfixation? Tim is the FIRST person you have to tell, because he probably also has the same hyperfixation lol. Somehow, the two of you resonate on every possible level and that makes any mundane activity entertaining if both of you are present.

Stephanie didn't know what to say when you asked her to play the piano for you, but she couldn't just refuse, so she played for you. You can imagine her delight when you asked her to teach you how to play. It takes a while to learn to play the piano, but that just means she gets to spend more time with you :)

Cassandra is delighted to hear that you like ballet as much as she does. She would practice ballet with you and plan choreographies to challenge you a bit. Whenever a show worth watching came up, she would be the first to buy tickets for the two of you.

Much like with Jason, Cassandra is also comfortable with sitting in silence. She doesn't need to have a conversation with you to feel seen by you, just being in the same room is enough for her.

Painting with Damian has become a regular afternoon activity for you, though by "painting with", I mean "getting painted by", because as much as Damian believes in your ability to make great paintings, he sees something in you that makes you the perfect muse. Whenever he paints you, his paintings end up being brighter, they make his other paintings look bleak in comparison.

He finds himself adding some of your charm to other paintings. Whenever he paints a landscape, it looks empty without your favourite flowers in the field. If he paints a room in the manor, he adds some of your objects, perhaps your sweater is hanging over a chair in the corner, or your headphones are on the table in the living room. Now he is unsatisfied with every painting that doesn't have a hint of your presence in it.

[lover-of-mine]

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/765722515353026560/im-curious-for-a-gg-or-lw-update-after-that

hi love gg here

i need to add something: that bit of interview that come out yesterday where ostark called tommy “someone who is a first responder in episode 5” we this confirm their theory that tommy is going to propose like bobby did with athena (so very quickly) and this would also confirm why buck needs to talk with maddie because he isn’t sure if he should accept but them tommy is going to take both of them in the restaurant where they had their first date and buck will accept: it’s all coming together apparently

but we need to go into the deepest place of their community where i lurk: they are pissed they are mad and they are lashing out using anon ask on here and ngl on twitter so they can have a reason to be hateful spiteful and mean without people being able to understand who it is; they are mad at oliver they are mad at tim they are mad at lou too bc he isn’t able to be respected by tim and oliver that should treat him better because they should be lucky in sharing their time with someone that took part in a lot of project so why lou is going around allowing them to disrespect him so much?

they feel betrayed and used and they are mad like super mad i saw someone suggesting writing to abc bc they keep giving us content while they are being neglected

also they are trying so hard on main to be happy about eddie being there eddie haunting the narrative eddie not having a sl if not for buck

lw also said something about the spinoff and let me tell you it was funny because they were still hoping for tim to take rg and eddie and use them in the new spin off to give bt a lot more of screentime but when yesterday we saw the proposal of hawaii as the spinoff destination they had a little meltdown bc eddie being in hawaii??? not happening but tommy well tommy fly helicopter and in hawaii there are a lot of helicopters it’s an island so tim is going to take tommy to this new spinoff

also i think you already know that jlh is going to be part of that remake so they are sure that tommy is going to take her spot like taylor did but jlh has already little screentime and tommy didn’t get her screentime 🤷🏼‍♀️

Hi my love!!

Well, this was an experience. When I tell you I SCREAMED when I read propose. I don't even think bt like each other all that much, what do you mean proposal????? And in the disaster date made of secrets restaurant (not only for bt but also for hen's mom, let's not forget that) of all places?????? Of course it's all coming together.

Of course they are mad at everything and everyone. As if Lou has any power here, please. The dude is a perpetual guest star or the star of very weird movies (and I say this having watched most of his filmography, he is just some guy). Writing to abc to complain there isn't enough bt 💀 I'm literally CRYING.

The spinoff taking Eddie away or being about Tommy is never not going to be funny. Because sure. Dream high I guess lol and honestly, Maddie has barely been around and even if she is super involved in the sequel, I doubt that Tommy will be the thing filling out that space.

[kirikeijii]

Hello! Hope you having a nice day, I saw your Elsa x Gojo fanfic and was in love!! The way you write is amazing (it doesn’t help im also a sucker for the JJK x Disney ships) if your still down for writing crossover ships could you please write one for Snow White x Inumaki? Their really cute like her voice brings life while his kills them!! The scenario could be anything you think would fit them since their such interesting characters BUT my one request is that you make her able to understand him like how Megumi understands him!! I would really appreciate if you dont this request but take your time I know schools starting soon!! 🫶

can I be 🍇 anon also?

ᯓ★ Hi 🍇 anon !! This is so long ago but I had so much schoolwork when this was requested. I love this idea oml but anyway, you ask and you shall receive<3

𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐭. 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞

Inumaki x Reader

Synopsis: What happens when two opposites attract?

cw: fluff and a bit of insecurities

Inumaki's life was peaceful, he saw black and white. He limited his words to rice ball ingredients to protect his friends. He thought he'd never be able to express his feelings of happiness or suffering.

He swore he heard an angel singing down at the garden where he was headed. The garden where he would pour out everything he felt since his speech doesn't affect the plants.

He swore he fell in love the moment he saw you singing to the roses and lilies he planted while you poured water from the watering can. He swore he melted like an ice cream under the sun just from hearing you.

That was the day he met the complete opposite of him but oddly enough complemented him.

He later learned you had a reverse curse technique from your voice. "Yeah I can bring some things back to life. Like plants and dead animals. I'm still learning how to heal people too."

"Shake," Inumaki smiled at you.

"Yeah, I know it's so cool right." You giddily told him and continued to water the plants but Inumaki was confused. How did you do that? Did you read his mind? Is that one of your techniques too?

Curiosity got the better of him, he tried to ask. "Oh, that. I can basically understand any language, literally. I can hear the ants talking about world domination, it's really scary sometimes." You pout.

And with that, you earned a laugh from him. Which made you laugh and just like that you two were friends. That eventually led to dating. You and he are inseparable. No one understood each other more than you two did.

But you two were the complete opposite.

He liked playing games, you liked listening and dancing to music.

He's really quiet while you yap a lot.

He liked staying indoors over going outside like you want.

You two always had opposite opinions about almost everything.

"I told you the bowl should go by the door so when you enter you just drop your keys!" You showed him.

"Okaka! Mentaiko..." Inumaki crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at you.

"Ah, excuse me! You can't just say things like that." You furrowed your brows trying to stay as mad as possible.

But no matter how much you want to be mad at him, he's still the love of your life. The one who would teach you his games so the both of you can play together.

The one who would sneak up behind you as you danced to the music you put on the record player and dance with you with the look of love in his eyes.

The one who understands you more than you understood yourself, vice versa. The one who listens to you as you yap about how the mission you took was so very tiring as he wraps you around his arms.

The one who plans a picnic date in the garden because he knows how much you love the breeze passing by and how the pretty flowers would dance with it.

The one who comes up with solutions for stupid problems like where to put a decorative bowl. "Tuna tuna," he held up a second decorative bowl and pecked your forehead already forgiven for being stubborn.

Inumaki was always afraid to express his feelings due to lack of words and understanding, now that you're here, he understands.

You weren't just his complete opposite. You were his other half.

SORRY THIS WAS KINDA LAME

I made an alternative story more angst for the reader type

Sure, you helped Inumaki overcome his fear of no one being able to understand him forever, but no one told you he was the one who understands you.

Being able to heal with your technique? Everyone thought you lived your life! But that was just the complete opposite, you were overwhelmed with your technique.

The thought of people expecting you to be the best, heal people instantly. The expectation they set on you to help people they want you to. The words they'll say once they find out you weren't able to.

It weighed on your chest like a 300 pound dumbbell. Unable to sleep every night, you go out, walking around until you spotted a field of flowers and birds.

You've always liked the greens, flowers, animals, and the outdoors. You were only five when they started talking to you. Dogs, cats, birds, rats, etc.

It was scary at first of course, but you managed to find comfort in them. Anything you would say to them were things you would've never told any human because of how they'll judge you for it.

"Why are you overwhelmed?"

"Granted the technique to heal people and complaining? So ungrateful."

"Are you kidding? I would be so happy I get to heal others."

It might be a reversed curse technique but you never really felt like it was reversed. It was just a cursed technique, because for every life you healed their darkest soul was trapped with you.

In your mind.

So loud.

Inumaki thought he needed you more than you needed him but that was just the opposite. Because he couldn't speak a lot. He listens, he listens attentively.

Paying attention to every detail you lay out. Whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

"I tried my best to be nice to people and heal them as much as I can there's these voices in my head that creep up on me every night to haunt me for every soul I've heard." You rant to him.

"And- and- why are you looking at me like that?" You asked the boy but he just smiled at you.

"shake shake," As long as I'm here, you're not alone. He pulled you in his arms, trapping you as he laid his head on your shoulder. "I won't let anyone hurt you," he whispered in a soft tone no one heard but you.

At that moment you felt peace, like someone was on your side for the first time. You laid your head on his, staring at the photograph you took the first day you met at the garden.

THIS WAS ALSO KINDA LAME I'M SORRY I WROTE THIS AT 5AM IN THE MORNING AND I HAVEN'T SLEPT YET BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. SO VERY SORRY IF IT DID NOT MEET YOUR EXPECTATIONS

[pomefioredove]

Normally not too interested in noble bell but your writing for the popping into bell instead of nrc and characters and characterizations have captivated me and quite frankly I think its INCREDIBLY fun story so far, interest definitely piqued :]

Love how Crowley extended an invite to reader. Who would have no doubt still ended up in ramshackle i feel like.

Debatably the bell tower is less moldy and rickety than that building yfYGHV

I also adore Clo and Pierrot they are very fun, wet rag and theater kid, im not gonna be surprised whatsoever if they end up tied as favorites for me

Rollo being a stalker for a hot minute is definitely not anxiety enducing for anyone whatsoever ( poor reader has to deal with that probably unintended horror and dread for abit and then The entire school tryna kill them ... rough day wmnjsb)

Hugo is fun and I like em :] goat...

Phoenix is also fun! I enjoy how he showed genuine concern in a way when he noticed reader stop in place, least some people're nice so far to em

Overall i binge read prologue book 1 parts 1 and 2 and have no regrets your writing is pretty nice I think

okay first of all anon hggggggr you guys have no idea how much I love when people analyze my writing like this. I love it sooo muchhhh I love hearing your thoughts!!!! TELL ME EVERYTHING!!!

anyway yes... I really had to include that line about crowley because it goes with my personal headcanon that he was never looking for a way to get yuu home, he just needs a boarder (free labor!) and is actively trying to keep them there as long as possible. I hate/love him so much. the staff of noble bell are just willfully ignorant and not as fun

I found characterizing the boys very difficult because like, NRC? all of the characters there are supposed to be bad people who do bad things. they're based on villains. but, arguably, victor hugo's characters, including claude frollo, are layered, humanized, morally complicated, messy human beings. I want readers to both empathize with, and kinda dislike these guys

NRC has a reputation for having a pretty cruel student body, but Noble Bell doesn't, Noble Bell has a reputation for being traditional, yet modern, in a way. in Glorious Masquerade, Rollo both praises the past of the college and Fleur City, and then says things like "oh, but that's not who we are anymore, now we're a safe and modern and accepting city!" which is obviously not true. not to me, at least. they put up the guise of kindness and tolerance but there's trouble beneath that

what I wanted the characters to be, then, are people who seem intelligent, proper, put-together etc, but who all have something, some flaw that wouldn't be accepted by their society and school, that draws them to Yuu. Rollo included

there'll be a lot more of that in book 2 (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

[maythray]

auuuuuhhhhh (slimeguy who knows so so little about systems despite almost definitely being one)

[inkskinned]

the thing is there's like, a point of oversaturation for everything, and it's why so many things get dropped after a few minutes. and we act like millennials or gen z kids "have short attention spans" but... that's not quite it. it's more like - we did like it. you just ruined it.

capitalism sees product A having moderate success, and then everything has to come out with their "own version" of product A (which is often exactly the same). and they dump extreme amounts of money and environmental waste into each horrible simulacrum they trot out each season.

now it's not just tiktokkers making videos; it's that instagram and even fucking tumblr both think you want live feeds and video-first programming. and it helps them, because videos are easier to sneak native ads into. the books coming out all have to have 78 buzzwords in them for SEO, or otherwise they don't get published. they are making a live-action remake of moana. i haven't googled it, but there's probably another marvel or starwars something coming out, no matter when you're reading this post.

and we are like "hi, this clone of project A completely misses the point of the original. it is soulless and colorless and miserable." and the company nods and says "yes totally. here is a different clone, but special." and we look at clone 2 and we say "nope, this one is still flat and bad, y'all" and they're like "no, totally, we hear you," and then they make another clone but this time it's, like, a joyless prequel. and by the time they've successfully rolled out "clone 89", the market is incredibly oversaturated, and the consumer is blamed because the company isn't turning a profit.

and like - take even something digital like the tumblr "live streaming" function i just mentioned. that has to take up server space and some amount of carbon footprint; just so this brokenass blue hellsite can roll out a feature that literally none of its userbase actually wants. the thing that's the kicker here: even something that doesn't have a physical production plant still impacts the environment.

and it all just feels like it's rolling out of control because like, you watch companies pour hundreds of thousands of dollars into a remake of a remake of something nobody wants anymore and you're like, not able to afford eggs anymore. and you tell the company that really what you want is a good story about survival and they say "okay so you mean a YA white protagonist has some kind of 'spicy' love triangle" and you're like - hey man i think you're misunderstanding the point of storytelling but they've already printed 76 versions of "city of blood and magic" and "queen of diamond rule" and spent literally millions of dollars on the movie "Candy Crush Killer: Coming to Eat You".

it's like being stuck in a room with a clown that keeps telling the same joke over and over but it's worse every time. and that would be fine but he keeps fucking charging you 6.99. and you keep being like "no, i know it made me laugh the first time, but that's because it was different and new" and the clown is just aggressively sitting there saying "well! plenty of people like my jokes! the reason you're bored of this is because maybe there's something wrong with you!"

[bacchuschucklefuck]

soon it'll be dawn again

transcript under the cut ⏬

page 01

Fig: no way? - you're still up?

Riz: Wh– yes?

Riz: Why'd I not be.

page 02

Fig: I me~~ean - that took.

Fig: whole day.

Riz: Yeah?

Fig: 'm beat.

Riz: you should sleep.

page 03

Fig: nah. my guy's still up

Fig: I wanna hang out.

page 04

Riz: That's really nice.

Fig: Hah! - Nobody ever expects an Archdevil rockstar to be nice.

Riz: … yeah. - 's just budget work tho. (the stuff I'm working on) - I've heard it's boring.

page 05

Fig: yeah, but you do it…

Riz: It keeps things going, right? - Nothing happens if nobody sits down and - does the thing.

Fig: That's right… - though. Yeah.

page 06

Fig: sometimes it's someone else who - doesn't want the same thing to happen.

Riz: … - mm.

page 07

Riz (off screen): …It took me a long time to get that not everyone likes doing what I do. - 's probably because you guys are so nice– - or. - kind.

Riz (off screen): to anyone too, not just. - the people you /love/.

page 08

Riz: that's not how it is elsewhere. - The world's– not. hostile. - but 's not like it's kind.

Riz: So I'm doing as much as I can now… 

page 09

Fig: Hey.

Riz: ?

Fig: Go dig some dirt with me.

page 10

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - oh you meant like - actual dirt. (not incriminating information)

Fig: o yea.

Fig: there's clay in the backyard soil. - sometimes when I'm sun deficient or something I go touch dirt for a bit.

page 11

Fig: here u go

page 12

Riz: uh

Fig: now we make a thing! - 'm pretty good at freehanding a bowl.

Fig: I'll show u

page 13

Fig: just– yep, flatten that out as evenly as u can, then–! - actually ur nails'd be so good at cutting out the strip. [larger than usual space] wait. - wait. wait u can carve patterns with them! we HAVE to try

Riz: uh - What. do I carve?

Fig: anything!!!

page 14

Fig: and– yep just seal the inside uh. seam?

Fig: yep that works - okay time's up! all contestant hands up

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - okay - wh. what's next?

Fig: haha - watch this.

(sound effect text): FWOO—MP

page 15

Riz: WH– DON'T JUST DO THAT???

Fig: Now it's fired!

Riz: THAT WAS NOT SAFE

Fig: (actually it's just dry. if u add water rn it'll dissolve)

Fig: ok catch!

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - careful!!

Fig: dw no need haha

page 16

Riz (thought bubble): oh - it's warm…

Fig: now I want you to throw this.

page 17

Fig: u gotta do it - c'mon

page 18

Riz: wh– - It's like 3AM right now

Fig: oh it's not /fired/ fired it's not gonna make a loud noise

Riz: And then just? leave a pile out here?

Fig: pour water over it & it'll be gone I told u

Riz: but

page 19

Fig (off screen): RIz.

page 20

Fig: I've done all this before.

Fig: Can you trust that at least?

page 21

Riz: no, I– - I do. - I trust you.

page 23

Riz: okay what happens now

(sound effect text): glob

page 24

Fig: we do it again!

page 25

Riz: wh. [larger than usual space] What do you mean. (this clay's too wet also)

Fig: see! you're already learning

Fig: [blank speech bubble] - there are flows that are futile to fight. - The world changes.

Fig: Things change.

page 26

Fig: I've learned my lessons with "forevers". - But - as an artist

Fig: I can give you one thing: - You can always do it again.

page 27

Fig: most of everything depends on the rest of the world, - but this. - making new. - that's yours as long as you want it.

page 28

Fig: So?

page 29

Riz: Yeah. - Yeah! - let's make another one.

[littleplantfreak]

been thinking about ur fav assisting you with the hand job you’re giving him. Either you’re not used to giving one or maybe their cock is big enough that your hand can’t wrap around fully, but regardless it has them putting their hand over yours and showing you how they like it. They’re dribbling over both your hands with pre and really all you have to do is watch while they use your hand to get themselves off atp

[drenched-in-sunlight]

saying this as respectfully as possible but. Do not put fandom content creators on a pedestal. We are also just fans contributing to a community just as you are. We have boundary on our own work and that’s it. What I say is not and should not be considered sth the whole fandom should listen to. I’m just a normal ass person ranting about things on my blog. If it does not have a fandom tag for others to engage in, do not make it out to be me trying to start fights or addressing the whole community. Because it’s not.

I’ve said it before and I will say it again, my art, my lore talk, is biased. I’ve never tried to hide that I view Marika a certain way and will always develop my theory following that base assumption.

Aside from translation stuffs and pointing out in-game items, everything else I say you can look at it, agree or disagree, and move on to form your own opinions. Just because I draw stuffs doesn’t mean you get to saddle me with responsibilities about managing fandom expectations. What the hell? I’m a fan artist, I’m the last person who you should look at for “leaderism” (?) WHAT?

I can and will be a hater in my own space, like I know sometimes other artists will just post their stuffs and not engage too heavily with fandom, and for a while I did try to do that here (because I’m already a dramatic ass on twitter), that’s just not me though.

You will get art and you will get my opinions as well.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

if i said i picked up this issue for anything but drunk erik i fear i'd be lying

(Wolverine (2020) #3)

[jadecantcreate]

i wanted to write a quick 3-chapter fic for day 4 of loa shiptober (how they met i think) and i (a fool) was like. yeah. i could totally write 3 chapters in a few hours. i was wrong. SO wrong. haven’t even finished kremy’s (the first one).

so instead have a maybe-past-kremy design that im conflicted about compared to his current design, as a peace offering

[lbhslefttiddie]

youve heard of sex flowers get ready for the flower that makes you into a celestial shoujo herione complete with particle effects you cannot turn the fuck off and creates a wifebeam so powerful it can incapacitate and maim and keeps making you burst into tears and fall on your ass which makes the wifebeam More Powerful and you also cannot turn this off either. and is also still, sort of, a sex flower

from one of my favorite fanfictions, Celestial Afterglow by elanor_pam, a fic that defies description in the best possible way

[lunarharp]

What led to this (orufrey comic, cw an uncomfortable/creepy scene)