#silly string joints :(

[cursed-collective]

Hey guys just dropping in to say HEDs/HSD is NOT as rare as tiktok/other social media platforms would have you believe and it is possible to be hypermobile and NOT experience full dislocations. Hypermobility is (as many things are) a spectrum, no matter where you fall on the spectrum your symptoms, pain etc are valid <3

HEDs is also not! The only type of EDS and I believe that should be more widely acknowledged!

With that said if you suspect you are hypermobile or have another type of EDS you should ABSOLUTELY see your doctor about it and discuss your options, do your research and refuse to be dismissed as they are so inclined to do. The road may be hard but the journey is worth it in the end.

[paradoxical-machine]

I got them :3

[luvrxbunny]

sweet

pairing: bf!Eddie Munson x f!reader

summary: Eddie is trying to see what it takes for you to ask him for help.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, praise kink, dry humping, cum in pants (lmk if i forgot anything)

wc: 2.2k

a/n: i blacked out after two sentences i have no clue where the rest came from. apparently i was too horny to give a proper ending?

Eddie can see your hyper-focus on your hands, his heart is melting at the way you’re trying so hard to follow what he showed you even though he knows you can��t focus when you’re high. 

It’s 10:37 pm, you and Eddie are high and he’s been trying to teach you the chords to his new song for 20 minutes now. He’s chuckling quietly as your fingers fumble over the strings again, drawing a frustrated whine from your mouth. 

“Aww, It’s okay, baby. You’re doing much better than you were earlier! You’re actually picking this up way faster than I thought you would.” Eddie is genuine when he says it but it’s your reaction that changes that.. that changes his intentions. He watches your face as he praises you, he watches your eyes glaze over, and your lips part gently as a soft smile spreads over your face. 

“Th- Thank you, Eddie. That’s so nice of you, thank you.” You sound so out of it. It shocks Eddie for a moment but makes perfect sense. He thinks of all the time you ask him for help with your studies, even though he knows you know the material. He thinks of all the time he cheers for you after getting the right answer, how he praises you and calls you his smart girl. He thinks of all the times you bake for him, asking for him to taste test them even though you’ve made the recipe a million times, he thinks about his exaggerated moans of delight, how he would get on his knees and beg you to make him a batch. 

He thinks about times exactly like this one, when he’s playing his guitar for you and you beg him to teach you. He thinks about how quickly you pick them up and how you beam at him when you finally get it. The only difference now is that you’re higher than he’s ever seen you. 

You wanted to celebrate for midterms so Eddie rolled you a blunt instead of his usual joints. Of course, his little lightweight got high out of her mind. You got so soft and cuddly that he could’ve never denied you when you asked him real nice to teach you the new chords. 

He comes out of his thoughts just in time for him to hear you nail the part you’ve been struggling with, perfectly. His blood rushes to his cock when he notices the way you look up at him, expectantly, almost… desperately. “Such a good job, baby.” It comes out more sultry than he meant it to but he’s never been able to hide his emotions with you. 

He watches your eyebrows, twitch in confusion but you don’t break his gaze. You’re waiting for more. He has to take a deep breath as his sensitive tip presses against the zipper of his jeans. His hands are twitching at his sides as he gets up, leaving his desk and making his way to where you sit on his bed. “That was amazing, honey. You’re better than I am, you’re perfect.”

He watches your thighs tense, trying to rub together as your hips lift to press you against his guitar as you get a faraway look in your eyes. You’re looking right at him as you grind yourself into his guitar, he doesn’t think you even realize you’re doing it. He lays down next to you, watching your bottom lip tuck under your teeth as you shake your head with a small smile. “No, not better than you, Eds. I could never beat the best, baby.” 

Eddie has to actively bite back a moan at the pet name, he feels like he’s gonna fucking pass out as all his blood rushes south. He knows you’re trying, he knows you’re trying to turn him on, asking him to make you feel good without actually saying the words. 

He’s told you time and time again how hot your pet names get him, he knows it’s silly but he cannot help it. Every time you speak to him with any ounce of sweetness he’s fattening up in his jeans. “But you’re perfect then?” He presses his hips forward, loving the pressure your plush thighs provide against his throbbing cock. His eyes almost roll back as he watches a silent moan fall from your mouth as your hips twitch, forward first against his guitar but back again to press into his boner. 

He smiles and raises an eyebrow at you, challenging you. You never initiate. He knows you’re shy, he knows it’s hard for you. He knows he’s all of your firsts but he needs— he craves to hear you beg him- to hear you ask him to touch you. He’s insecure, he can’t have this be so one-sided. He wants to see how far he has to push you before you say something. 

You’re nodding at him desperately. “Yes- Yes, I’m perfect.” He’s smiling so fondly at your agreement, his dick twitching painfully in his pants. He knows you feel it by the way your hips twitch, pathetically confused and you whine. It’s short and cut off as you turn to put his guitar away, placing it gently on the ground. You brush his cock and give him a beautiful view of your ass in the process. He’s silently begging you to say something, he doesn’t know how long he can keep this up. 

You turn back around and just stare at him, waiting for him to say something. He watches confusion bloom over your face, your head tilting like a puppy. He mimics your action with a teasing smile. “Do you have something to ask me, baby?” He watches realization and dread spread over your features. 

“Eddie…” Your thighs are rubbing together, nervously or for friction. He doesn’t falter, just looks at you expectantly as you pout. His hips are subconsciously thrusting up into the air, getting hot under your gaze. You press your hand to your forehead, astonishingly stressed at this seemingly simple task. Eddie considers letting up as he analyzes the distress on your face but you speak up. 

“Eddie can you-” You whine and avert your gaze. “Can you make me feel good? I—“ You huff out a breath of embarrassment. “I want you to make me cum… please.” His heart bursts at how nicely you ask. He’s taking a slow deep breath, trying to calm himself before answering you but you take his silence as a demand for more. “Eddie please!” You sound so upset, it's so cute. It makes him so hard. “Please, I- I need it. I need you, Eddie, please.” You’re still not looking at him as you whine. 

Eddie turns your head and smashes his lips into yours just to shut you up. If you had kept rambling about how bad you need him he would’ve cum in his pants. “Yeah. Yeah, I can make you feel good, baby. What do you wanna do, pretty girl? We can do whatever you want. You asked me so nicely, honey. You’re so sweet.” 

He’s desperate and all over you as he speaks. His hands are in your hair as he kisses all over your face and down your neck. You feel like you could suffocate in his need for you, it rushes over you and makes you need him more. “Your- Can we- Eddie.” 

He’s biting into your neck as you try to answer. You can feel him smirking in your neck as you struggle to answer him. “ ‘M sorry, baby. Go on, talk. You’re doing so well, honey.” He pulls himself closer to you so he can press his bulge into you again, his eyes fully rolling back at the pressure this time. “I want you to…. fingermeplease?” He moans at the way you rush out the last part of the sentence but still manage to use your manners. 

“You want me to finger you, baby? Fuck, yeah. I can do that. Mhm. You wanna sit between my legs? Let me open you up and play?” You’re nodding frantically and whining against his face as he lets filth spill from his lips. “Yeah? Will ‘ya squirm, honey? No, no I bet you’ll stay put like a good girl, huh?” 

He pummels you with his embarrassingly arousing words as he gets up to take his pants off (as you do the same), leaving his boxers and situating himself against the headboard. His thick thighs spread wide over his bed, leaving room for you to crawl between them. You don’t move though, you’re too mesmerized by the way his cock is pressing against the fabric, leaking into it and leaving a rapidly spreading dark spot. It can’t help but twitch as you admire him, he can’t take it; the hungry yet somehow innocent look in your eyes as you crawl towards him. 

Normally this is the part where you turn around, your legs spread and trembling over his as he shoves his fingers in your pretty pussy over and over until you’re quivering around his fingers, moaning and gripping his hair behind you desperately. Normally this is the part when he presses his boner to your lower back, thrusting against you in time with his fingers, imagining that it’s actually his cock inside you and willing himself not to cum when he pictures it for too long. 

Instead, you lift yourself to your knees. His face becomes level with your panties, his hips thrusting into the air as he groans at the pink bow resting on the band. You put your hands on his shoulder and slowly lower yourself onto his lap, letting out the sweetest moan as his soaked cock pushes into your dripping lips. His hands come up to your hips and force you down to him rougher than he meant to when he hears the sweetest whimper of “Oh, Eddie” slip from your throat. 

“Oh my fucking god, baby. You feel incredible, so fucking perfect. I can’t take it. Mm- Oh— What happened? I- I thought you wanted my fingers, sweetheart?” He’s throwing his head back and groaning when you collapse into him, leaning your weight on his bulge. You’re huffing out like you’re gonna cum, looking up at him with your pretty, glazed over, fucked out, high as fuck eyes. 

“I dunno, Eddie. I- It looked like he was- like he was crying for me.” Your hips stutter with a moan as your eyes roll back, Eddie’s hard cock rubbing against your clit perfectly. He feels like he’s gonna cum as you confess. It confounding to him; how you can say the most whorish things in the sweetest way. 

“You are in-fucking-credible, my love. I have no clue how you do this to me. I’m already so close, baby. You’re so amazing, so soft for me, love.” His eyes roll back and he’s losing it.

“You’re gonna make me cum— fuck. Holy shit—faster. Oh-h f-fuck me faster, baby. I love you so much. I- I’m gonna cum so hard. I- dammit. I wanna make you cum first. L-lemme make you cum first- shi-itt.”

You’re rabid against him, your hips moving at a pace that has him weak. You have him questioning who’s in control. He’s wound even tighter when he feels your hips falter, losing their rhythm as your mini whines evolve into desperate moans. “H-Help- Ed—” 

Your breathing is scattered as you whine and twitch against him. “Yeah, I’ve got you, baby.” He grabs your hips and grinds you against him, lifting his hips to meet your heavenly pussy and pressing magnificently into your clit. It has your hands digging into his shoulders, dropping down to his waist as you hug yourself to him. You’re moaning into his ear as he feels your thighs tensing on his sides.

“T-tell me-” You whine higher, more pathetically than he’s heard all night, his cock pulses, spurting out a dangerous amount of pre-cum into his boxers. “Tell me I’m good. T-Tell me I’m pretty—” You cut yourself off with a gasp as you buck your hips against him, a newfound energy coursing through you. “Oh- please- please tell me I’m pretty.”

Eddie’s right on the edge, moaning so loud he wouldn’t be surprised if the whole trailer park heard him. “YES- Yes, oh my god. You’re so beautiful, my love. You’re a fucking goddess among peasants. You’re a flower in a field of fucking hay, you’re my dream. You’re my soulmate.” He dissolves into a whine as you cum against him. You’re moaning into his shoulder, trying to muffle yourself in his shirt but you’re too loud. 

“There you go, fuck yes. Good girl— Oh shit. I’m gonna-” His eyes are in the back of his skull before he can finish. His hips twitching insanely and spurting out an outrageous amount of cum into the fabric of your panties. He’s panting as he tries to come down but you’re deliriously humping him. Forcing more ropes of cum into his boxers, he just can’t seem to stop. 

“Oh. Oh my god- I- I can’t stop. You’re such a good girl. Mine. My good girl. Askin’ me to make you feel good, takin’ what you need. God-” A ragged moan bubbles out of him as his cock finally stops drenching your poor panties. 

thank you so much for reading!! please please please give any feedback you may have! I want it all! also if you liked it please take a look at my masterlist!

[thebibliosphere]

Just did the "fun" EDS thing where I probably should have broken my finger, but because my connective tissue is made of silly string, the joint simply bounced out of place and then snapped back in again.

Still hurt like a mother, but y'know... silver linings...

[sevs-corner]

Here i am giggling and kicking my feet over the idea of navy! reader being so at odds with the Tf 141 squad being army. (let's just imagine that they're either back to being cadets or they're visiting officers or part of an older class.)

You, a newly enrolled student at the Navy Academy, quickly got the attention of the four while they were stationed at the nearby army base (quite literally in the same area-- considered as close neighbors to the academy who are quite often at each others throats) for having already oustanding records as just a plebe.

And they wanted to recruit you to their lil' party troupe over at the army. (More like kidnapped 'cause they could use you more effectively at the army compared to the muppets and hooligans they ended up training and getting into their squadrons.)

But as they try coercing you at first, you firmly deny them- despite them holding authority over you and can get transferred with the amount of strings they can pull to make it happen, but they don't.

Because they want to see you do it willingly.

You, on the other hand, simply take it as another challenge to "BEAT ARMY" at every opportune moment. To see them crushed beneath the feet of someone who had trained for this very moment in your life-- and you're not just going to let that one chance go in place for canoodling with a bunch of silly army soldiers.

And seeing the fire of contest in your eyes made them accept your challenge, that-- until the day of your graduation-- whoever has the most points by that time, you would either stay in the Navy or work for them and their squad in the army.

Oh, just imagine the amount of unnecessary squabbles that would get you in trouble for by sneaking over to their academy and dorm room (and vice versa) to settle disputes in either card games, gun ranges, push-up counts, and many more-- basically making a competition out of everything.

You canonically have an on-going scoreboard that you update quite frequently like its a spreadsheet. Detailing everything from status reports of how, "MacTavish was so off his game today that he was a millimeter off from beating me at the sniper range" to "Beat the old man at his own game of mental 4D chess."

Even though you're at even odds against each other on land, on water on the other hand-- its quite a staggering difference.

With the record holding 20-4, you'd think they'd try for different events but no-- they're determined, undeterred at the thought of beating you at your own game.

Until Soap gets caught in a sail, gets hauled up, and is hanging by the sails-- and they swear off those competitions for a while.

Though when it comes to the fitness ones, somehow you always come short of winning with a close score of 30-28, with you up by two for the recent ones at the obstacle course at the Navy Academy. You had homecourt advantage but that never mattered between you five-- what mattered, was that Gaz tripped up at the last moment and fell to his demise on a rope because of the lack of grip from the mud crawling section of the course.

Even then, you were only seconds off from winning-- and of course you had to let them know by bring out your friends from the band, to stroll and march as you exited in style, leaving them more amused than disappointed really.

Who's to say that they don't mess with you as your- technically higher ranking- superiors?

They'll definitely call you out more when it comes to Navy-Army joint training sessions, or handle some of classes in combat or weapons handling.

They are definitely abusing their powers by pulling you out of your classes just to drag you into their silly competitions, which makes your workload stack and you even more determined to slam them to the ground in the gym, with the goal to grapple and flip the opponent first.

They don't feel bad at all, not when they can tease and play with their favorite underclassmen. They honestly just can't wait for you to be in the field with them, and with all this chemistry-- they already had plans for creating the perfect spot for you in their team.

You slotted into their dynamics so well that most of your classmates and other superiors wonder too on why don't the Tf 141 just adopt you already?

Well, because you're insistent in your goal-- and they respect that, though by doing so in challenges to see if you really, truly are committed to it. Elsewise, they would just pick you up and take care of you themselves.

All these hijinks and somehow, you forgot the true purpose behind them--

And TF 141 never forgets to fill in their end of a bargain. So watch out and make sure those scores tally in your favor~

Masterlist for my other works here ! Inspos that I just happened to watch on my feed here! From Sam Eckholm's YT on: -What's Inside the US Naval Academy -What's Inside the Air Force Academy

[someverygaymoth]

I think I heard this mentioned before while scrolling your blog, so, add on with my own headcanons.

The hate from Killer's eyes gets between his joints. It doesn't necessarily affect him, mostly just annoying, and sometimes if he doesn't move for long periods of time, it builds up and he gets stiff, but he doesn't like it and wears turtlenecks and gloves to hide it.

I think more people need to write magic turning into disabilities in UT and UTMV. People's magic who sparks and burns them, healers who get very tired if they heal people, or the opposite and get sick due to magic buildup if they don't.

Silly.

I hardcore agree! I'm thrice physically disabled (I just really won the lottery guys idk /sarc) so I looove to project that onto my sillies.

I love writing things like Dust's overactive magic from his LV being disabling, causing migranes, causing burns when he doesn't find a way to vent it properly.

Killer's hate blinding him and gunking up his voice and his cervicals, maybe making him lose mobility in his neck and jaw, and his soul making him more susceptible to illness.

Horror's previous malnutrition making his joints very damaged, or his bones more brittle. His head injury causing fine motor skills problems, brain fog, and migranes. He drops stuff all the time, his hands just won't cooperate with him, It's so frustrating for him... SOMEBODY KISS HIM ABOUT IT!!!

XC's determination causing Cross to melt and little sometimes when he's stressed, or causing soul pain or migranes.

Nightmare's corruption holding him together but also leaving his true body unable to heal, putting him in a constant state of severe chronic pain! Love NM using mobility aids.

Error's glitching causing chronic pain and amnesia, his strings causing vision problems.

Geno's general state just being chronic pain and causing him to be extra susceptible to illness, maybe chronically low magic too since he's stuck in a state where he was bleeding it all out.

They're just so silly!!!!

[rogueddie]

Friends With Benefits Steddie Fics

Important: READ THE TAGS! Also, leave a comment and kudos! These fics are amazing and I love them and I hope y'all do too 👀

let me be your (every)thing

starsdontsleep

Nancy has broken up with Jonathan and the moment Eddie hears the news, he realises his "thing" with Steve is about to be over.

Words : 2,882 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen and Up Audiences (Mature)

AO3 : x

tangled up in barbed wire love

twelvexclara

“You’re so fucking—”

Before he can finish what he’s saying, Eddie grabs him by the shoulder, switches their position. Presses him into the door harshly and his head thumps back into the wood, sends a spike of something through his veins. He’s got a forearm at Steve’s throat, digging into his pulse point.

Daring him to say something.

He blinks dizzily up at Eddie, ignores the hinge digging into his back. They share breath, panting at each other, frozen for a moment. Steve’s heart is a hummingbird in his chest and he hopes, prays even, that Eddie can’t feel it.

Words : 39,260 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

Say Something Stupid

murdertrashbabyrat

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit fuck, goddamnit.

Steve cannot fucking believe he’s realizing this right now, when he is literally inside Eddie, cannot believe he is watching this man smoke a goddamn joint as he rides him and thinking oh shit, I love him.

Words : 6,159 Chapters : 4/4 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

It was only a kiss

corrodedbisexual (mishabawlins)

Steve and Eddie's nighttime coping with the horrors of their past brings them close in ways Eddie never would have expected. But that's all it is. Moments of mutual comfort, a fun distraction from the endless string of nightmares.

...Or is it?

Words : 5,377 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

if my body told the truth

literaldisneyprincess

“Hey, hi Eddie, hey, it’s Steve. Uh, do you know anything about cats?” he asks.

There’s a pause. “Steve, did you get a cat?”

Words : 19,321 Chapters : 3/3 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

Friends and Benefits, and Maybe Something More

oddermoths

“You know Harrington,” Eddie set his arm on the armrest of the chair. “If you weren’t straight, I’d kiss you silly right now.”

“Then do it,” Steve found himself saying before he could think.

Or, Steve and Eddie enter into a friends with benefits relationship, and Steve finds himself wanting more.

Words : 6,445 Chapters : 5/5 Rating : Teen and Up Audiences

AO3 : x

How to Be a Heartbreaker

literaldisneyprincess

Steve has a plethora of methods under his belt for getting his conquests to leave soon after they’re both satisfied. He’s used them all, with varying rates of success.

He doesn’t have much experience in getting someone to stay.

Words : 8,715 Chapters : 4/4 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

Are You Flagging?

soidade

“Look, I’m just asking, okay? Not– I don't mean anything by it. But, uh.” His eyes darted back and forth, then he leaned in close to Steve. Steve had gotten used to that, kind of. The guy had no concept of personal space. “Are you flagging?” Eddie finally finished.

Steve shook his head slowly, eyes narrowed. He had no idea what that meant. He had no answer. “What?”

Eddie leaned away from Steve, facing forward again and nodding. “Okay, got it. That answers my question. Carry on.”

Words : 40,991 Chapters : 17/17 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

[countdykulaa]

﹟ ⠀ ⠀ 𝟎𝟎𝟐 ⠀ . ⠀ ⠀ I LOVE YOU (ITS RUINING MY LIFE)⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ lonely! reader x straight! abby pt2. ⠀ ❫

on one manic tuesday night you confide in them your deepest secrets. the problems you have with intimacy, your body, the universe . ramble on about your insecurities and they look at you like the freak you are . abby quickly apologizes later on so you think nothing of it.

-

you ask to borrow owens laundry detergent. having lost your own two weeks prior without money to replace it.

“again?” abigail responds , nose crinkled.

just like that you feel like the burden you always knew you were. you wave off your decidely silly idea and hand wash your clothes during winter , hoping not to break a nail on your birthday.

-

you , abigail and a close friend of hers decide to go thrifting. she remains victorious, buying three shirts and some cargo pants while you look at your own scarf and bracelet with a small smile . her friend eyes a fruit cart and turns to you , asking for money with the promise of paying you back . you give her the money you saved for dinner and never quite get your money back. you wave it off , afterall how else were they to know your worth if not for what you offer ?

later on they all plan to get some burgers. you , without any money bow out but abby quickly says “don’t worry, you’ll just pay me back when you have the money.”

the shackles of burden-hood tied around you get heavier and heavier with each passing second.

-

you manage to get a girlfriend , ellie . the cute shy girl who works at the burger joint you hate but still buy from just to see her face . you spend all night talking to each other to make up for the day spent at work and school . you decide she's funny , her humour matches yours in a way you never expected and she holds your hand in public , gives you the corniest compliments and kisses you in the night like the stars watching in intense confusion and vitrol don't matter . with her you can almost ignore the shame that slowly rusts your frame.

abby responds to the way ellie's eyes light up at the mere sight of you with joking disgust. you know she doesn’t mean it because of how often she argues on her behalf whenever you fight. besides if abby didn’t approve of her , you wouldn’t bother in the first place. you never quite understand why ellie remains reprehensive of her. you don't last long. barely a month goes by before your easy going relationship leaves you restless for something deeper. you express these concerns to her and she begrudgingly accepts the breaking up but not before a sentence slips from her lips:

"so can we have sex?"

you, with the sole belief that your body belongs to everyone, but you agree.

abby calls you stupid that night . you're lying on owens , her now boyfriend's ( a fact you convince yourself to not care about ) bed and admitting to the stupid act you did with your ex in a moment of sheer utter weakness and self hatred when those words fall from her lips. you lie in shock , the words numbing your very being. she'd always boasted about how much of an honest friend she was , never one to lead you astray but the assault of words that string out of her mouth are words you never see coming . all efforts to explain your side of the story are squashed . questions of how stupid you could be to do something so idiotic take their place and all you can do is cover your eyes as tears start to flow down your cheeks. she halts owens attempts at comforting you, stressing that you're fine before gazing down at your quivering form.

its only then she moves to comfort you , hand moving to brush your hair. with tear soaked words you get the first sentence in before she says:

"why do you always let people guilttrip you?"

you're defeated. replying in gasps about how despite your efforts, its not easy to just not care. she responds with silence, your form shifts down into the blanket provided to hide from the world.

she calls you stupid , therefore you must be. no other plausible explanation filters through your mind . it is a mantra you continuously repeat , tears streaming down your face as you describe the incident to a friend . he denies such allegations , eyes filled with pity and empathy you so desperately wished to receive from abby. even as you cry yourself to sleep , you convince yourself that all actions came from a place of love .

[undead-supernova]

Masterlist / 18+

pairings: modern!boyfriend!Eddie x bisexual!fem!reader

plot: you and Eddie are very excited to spend 4/20 together. aka just two idiots getting baked and having fun

important note: this is a silly little unserious one-off of my High Tolerance series, dedicated to the best day of the year (other than Halloween)! This could be read as a stand alone but I think my series as a whole is pretty cool and it makes me squeal and kick my feet

warnings: W E E D, just as much fluff as you'd expect, actual smutty behavior, and YES in this one they're a COUPLE now !!!!

wc: 2k

It began the moment you woke up.

At the first indication of your eyelids opening, Eddie was putting an unlit joint in your mouth and carefully sitting a party hat on your head.

“Happy 4-20, Weirdo,” he whispered before presenting you with a cup of coffee. The mug was one of those ridiculous ones from Spencer’s, with a bowl carved in for the sole purpose of smoking while drinking coffee. 

And he packed the bowl. Packed. It.

Taking the joint from your mouth, you said, “Good morning.” It was all groggy and soft, resulting in a quick yawn and your hand lazily reaching for the lighter left on the bedside table. 

“We have a full day ahead of us,” Eddie said as you smoked. “Just you and me engaged in a state of bliss.”

“That’s what she said,” you murmured, smoke escaping your nostrils.

“God, I love you,” he said with a chuckle before taking the mug from your hands. As you got out of bed, he added, “Have I said that?”

“Not today.” 

“Well, I love you,” he said again, following you as you padded through the hallway and into your living room. 

But you stopped in your tracks when you saw a shitty banner strung up on the wall. Just a string holding green balloons with blaze it written out. Oh, and one with a shitty drawing of a weed leaf.

“Okay, I can explain that,” Eddie said, stepping in front of it.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, so there were literally no banners at Walmart, so I made this myself.” He lifted his hands and gestures towards it as if he was presenting it at an art gallery. “Look at that impeccable handwriting.”

“I know, I can actually tell that’s an e,” you agreed, nodding.

Eddie grinned. “You flatter me.” 

“Also, I think I love you more,” you finally said. “Just saying.”

“Uh, that’s false,” he argued, quietly skipping into the kitchen to grab a bag. “Not when you see your present.”

“You got me a present? When?” you asked. The two of you had a rare moment of having both days off together. You’d spent that time in bed watching TV and fucking. A normal day for you now, to be quite honest.

Eddie ran back over. “Jailbait Hemp had an early morning Wake N’ Bake sale,” he explained, presenting you with the bag. “Ballsy move to get me out of bed by eight, but I did it.”

“The bravest soldier,” you said with fake sincerity, putting a hand over your heart and bowing. “I owe you my life, my lord.”

“If you keep talking like that, we may have to play maiden in a tower again.” Eddie took a step forward, one hand on your waist as he put his other over yours. Cleared his throat before dramatically tossing his hair over his shoulder. “It is I, good maiden, that has come to rescue you. To guide you to freedom.”

Matching his straightened posture, you let out an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, dear prince, you have gone to war for me. How can I show you my appreciation and gratitude?”

“Oh, I can think of a few ways,” he murmured with a smirk, leaning in to kiss you gently. You couldn’t help but return the smile, your palm grazing his stubble as you caressed his cheek. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the plate of cookies you’d left on the counter the night before mostly eaten. A glass sat next to it, the milk gone but a white film left behind.

Raising an eyebrow at him, you nearly moved away. But Eddie wouldn’t let you go that easily.

“Where’d the cookies and milk go, Eddie?” you asked.

“Oh, that?” he said, guilt written all over his face. “Babe, I told you Snoop Dogg would come and eat them.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Saw him with my own eyes,” he continued. “He told me to thank you for making them. He even left you two.”

“Two. Out of the ten that were left over.”

His cheeks tinged with pink as he tried not to laugh. “Snoop Dogg got up to pee, right? And then he saw all those cookies you left out and was like ‘Oh, wow, those look really good for a four-a-m snack. Thanks, bro.’”

But Eddie clearly knew he wasn’t getting out of it that easily. “And he was like, ‘Damn, your girlfriend is just so hot. Sooo sexy. Give her a kiss for me.’”

“Snoop Dogg said that?” you questioned, fighting a smile as you went to wrap your hands around his waist. 

“Mhm.”

You nodded, pulling him closer. “Every word of that, right?”

“Totally. And I told him to back off ‘cause I spent three years trying to date you.”

“Yeah, it ruined my five-year plan, actually,” you said with a smirk, lifting your hands to trace his collarbone. Eddie laughed, but he shivered at your touch. “Could you imagine still being just friends still? Today of all days?”

Eddie shook his head. “Considering I got painfully hard whenever I was around you—still do, obviously.” His eyes flickered down to the growing bulge in his pajama pants. “But I would not have been able to keep my hands off you. You, my dear, are the most outrageously beautiful being to walk this land.”

“Smooth,” you complimented, trying to slow your racing heart. “I may just forgive you for eating my cookies.”

“Remember when we decided to stop smoking?’ You nodded. “And we had an argument in the kitchen?” You nodded again. “I don’t know why, but I wanted to bend you over the counter so bad it was killing me.”

You couldn’t help your goofy grin despite the aching wetness pooling in your underwear. “That’s funny, ‘cause I was thinking the same thing.”

“Really?” he asked, surprised.

“We were eye-fucking each other,” you whispered, letting your hand move up to caress his face again, placing your thumb against his bottom lip. Watched as he opened his mouth willingly for you. 

Eddie’s breathing became staggered, slithering his hands down to cup your ass. “You can’t tell me that wasn’t hot, though.”

“Edging each other for, what, two of those years?”

Pressing you back against the wall dividing the living room and the kitchen, Eddie slotted his thigh between your legs. Lifted one of your thighs to sit at his hip, grinding himself against you. 

Being teased was so much more intense within the haze of your high. Every movement was another wave of pleasure, tipping you further into insanity. And you could tell Eddie felt the same from the way he swallowed, clearly trying to keep his composure.

“I do have you all to myself now, you know.”

He ground against you again, pulling a louder moan out of you. You couldn’t help but push your thumb past his lips, watching his eyes roll back as he sucked on it. Swirled his tongue around the digit..

You two were a dangerous pair.

“Eddie, if you don’t bend me over right now, I think I’ll fucking die.”

You didn’t have to tell Eddie twice.

It was almost impossible how quickly he had you pressed against the wall with his cock out and your underwear shoved down your thighs. You let out a sound of impatience, turning your head to watch him pull a condom from his pocket and roll it on.

Your eyebrows pulled tight in confusion when he pulled out another small packet, this time being lube. He messily pumped it along his length. And, before you could ask any questions, he was lining himself up at your entrance and pushing in. 

And, as he bottomed out, you gasped. 

“Oh fuck,” you whined, head falling back, feeling his wild hair against your face. “Did you have a condom and lube in your pocket the entire time?”

Eddie finally thrusted into you, a high-pitched sound leaving his mouth. “Jesus, sweetheart.” He sighed. “Considering we fuck like rabbits? Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

“Happy 4-20,” you teased, pushing back on his cock and reveling in the squelching sound and the way his cock buried even deeper inside you.

He gasped, tightening his grip on your hips. “Happy 4-20, baby.”

It took you and Eddie about two more hours to come down from desire, the intimacy too alluring in this state. It had only been six months since you started dating, having nothing but time to make up for. And you’d tried to stop after the first round…and the second. Popped some pizza rolls in the oven and tried to put a movie on. Ended up riding him until the timer was up.

And you would never admit to immediately forgetting they were still in the oven. Though, that was Eddie’s fault for not letting you go until you finished. Always a gentleman, that one.

You ended up in a tank top and a new pair of underwear while he threw on some boxers and one of your cropped t-shirts. Cracked open your windows to air out the joint he bought this morning. Let him crank up the music on his phone as you shimmied your way around the apartment, passing the joint back and forth. It was easy to forget to pace yourselves when he was pulling you close and putting it between your lips.

And it was an easy kind of love, the kind you’d always shared. Everything felt just the same as it had, only needing to remove the tension to fully embrace it. Eddie was always touching you now, no matter where you were. Always doting on you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Steve and Robin always complained that you were lovesick idiots—and they were right, of course. Eddie was always blabbering about your shared future, all the plans that were practically set in stone now. There was no room for doubt or questions. 

“I’m gonna marry you, you know,” he murmured, kissing your forehead, one hand on your exposed hip as you swayed. “Just you fucking wait.”

“Mm,” you hummed, your content smile widening. “I’d like that.”

“Yeah?”

You laughed. “Eddie, you’ve told me that, like, a million times since we became official. You already know I wanna marry you, too.”

“Well, I won’t stop,” he promised. “And we’ll have joints at the reception and everyone will dance and we’ll do karaoke and do that cake shoving thing and I’ll have the sickest vows and it’ll be ridiculously cheesy.”

“You’re gonna cry more than me,” you teased. “A big ole baby.”

He giggled. Eddie fucking giggled. It was the cutest goddamn sound you’d ever heard, knowing that he was as elated by your love as you were. Two goddamn smitten idiots. 

“It’s gonna be fucking amazing,” he said, putting the last of the joint up to your lips. Watched as you took a puff. “And we’re gonna slow dance to the Lord of the Rings theme song.”

That made you laugh which then made you cough, stepping away from him and clutching your stomach. 

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, obviously trying not to laugh. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, rushing over to chug the last of your glass of water. Just so you could exclaim, “We are not slow dancing to that.”

“Why not?” he asked, scoffing as he put his unoccupied hand on his hip. ���It matches our theme.”

“Our theme?”

“Yeah, like, you’re gonna dress up like Arwen and I’ll be decked out in Aragorn’s sick outfit. It's perfect. What about that don’t you get?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, and let me guess. You think we’re gonna get replicas of that fucking ring.”

Eddie couldn’t help his goofy laughter, tossing the burnt filter onto the counter before taking your hands in his. “Was that not already established?”

“You’re the absolute worst boyfriend to exist,” you teased, moving to brush his nose with yours. Breathing him in, all hazy and at ease.

“Yeah, but I’m a great husband,” he whispered before kissing you once more.

another thanks to the lovely @strangergraphics for helping me with the dividers and the editing. you're the best I love you mwuah

[geekintheblack]

i love every post about miles and gwen getting all flustered and embarrassed at their friends’ jokes and insinuations about them but Please consider: established!ghostflower being over the top flirty or mushy just to mess with the gang.

constantly calling each other increasingly ridiculous petnames like sugarplum, schmoopy and snugglymuffin (hobie wants to strangle them or maybe himself with his guitar strings at that one)

pav hosts a movie night and forces them to sit on opposite ends of the couch because they keep making dramatic googly eyes at each other during every cute or romantic scene and yelling ‘omg Baby that’s US’

a joint effort from margo and peni blocks them specifically from sending emojis in the spiderteens’ groupchat because they kept using every available heart emoji at once when the other sent any message, even a simple good morning

eventually though they have to stop because they got so used to it, miles accidentally asks gwen to “pass the salt please huggypuggy” while they’re having dinner with his parents and Good Lord the LOOK on Rio’s face.

anyways they can be a bit silly for a while. as a treat

[william-m-lucipher]

RATING A FEW OF MY PUPPETS!

THEY ALL HAVE THEIR UPSIDES AND DOWNSIDES! HERE ARE MY OPINIONS ON A HANDFUL OF 'EM!

SIXER: MASSIVE AMOUNT OF BRAIN SPACE, FILLED WITH COMPLEXITIES! ALSO A GOOD CHUNK OF EMBARRASSING NERD MEMORIES. HIS MIND IS WHERE ALL THE LUXURY WAS!

BODILY EXPERIENCE WAS INTERESTING, HIS EYESIGHT WAS LACKING EVEN WITH THE GLASSES. IT SEEMS HE'D GONE A WHILE WITHOUT RENEWING HIS PRESCRIPTION. SURE, THE GLASSES LESSENED THINGS, BUT YEESH! ONE EYE WAS ALWAYS WORSE THAN THE OTHER, BUT THEY WERE BOTH IN BLURRYTOWN. TALK ABOUT A LACK OF DEPTH PERCEPTION! THE EXTRA FINGERS THOUGH, THEY WERE FUN! AND THAT GUY HAD A DECENT-ISH PAIN TOLERANCE THANKS TO THOSE OLD BOXING LESSONS HE AND HIS BROTHER WERE FORCED TO DO. IT WAS FUN TO TEST THE LIMITS!

A SOLID 8/10, GREAT GUY TO WORK WITH, POSSESSION EXPERIENCE COULD'VE BEEN BETTER THOUGH!

PINE TREE: BRAINWISE, LESS COMPLEXITY, MORE COMEDY, AT LEAST IN MY EYE! HE WAS A SMART KID, SURE, BUT MAN, RERUNS OF HIS LOWLIGHTS WILL KEEP ME ENTERTAINED FOR AGES. IMAGINE AN ACTUALLY FUNNY CRINGE COMPILATION THAT NEVER GETS OLD! THAAAAT'S PINE TREE!

AS FOR THE BODY, BETTER EYESIGHT, BETTER JOINTS, AND THE PAIN TOLERANCE WAS TERRIBLE, WHICH WAS GREAT FOR ME! IT WAS THE FIRST THING I NOTICED WHEN I TOOK THE STRINGS, HAHA! THOUGH BEING SWEATY, SMELLY, AND TICKLISH KINDA RUINED THE DELUXE SUITE FEEL. EH, WHEN DEALING WITH THE HUMAN BODY, THERE'S NO WAY TO HAVE IT ALL, EVER.

7/10, AT LEAST I'VE GOT A LOT TO LAUGH ABOUT.

HIRSCHEY: I THINK IT'S PRETTY OBVIOUS AT THIS POINT THAT I'VE BEEN PULLING THE STRINGS WITH FLANNELBRITCHES FOR A GOOD WHILE NOW. LONG BEFORE HE EVEN SECURED A ROLE WITH THE MOUSE, I'VE BEEN A SUBTLE INFLUENCE!

NOW LISTEN, I'D LOVE TO SPILL EVERYTHING, BUT THIS GUY HAS ALL THE RIGHT CONNECTIONS TO RUIN EVERYTHING IF I MAKE THE WRONG DECISIONS WHILE USING MY OTHER PUPPETS IN THIS REALITY. LET'S JUST SAY, HIS BODY IS MID, BUT HIS MIND ALONE ADDS EXTRA POINTS! I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO EXPLAIN, HAHA!

9/10, WHAT A GOOD FRIEND!

BURNSIDES: OH WAIT, I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THIS YET! WINK! HAHA, COME BACK TO THIS POST FOR THE ANSWER ON SMOKEY'S BIGGEST FAN IN A FEW DAYS.

?/10, TO BE ANNOUNCED

EAS-Y: THE ONE I'M CURRENTLY USING! GONE BY SEVERAL DIFFERENT NAMES, BECAUSE THEIR MEAT SUIT IS LITERALLY STUFFED WITH SEVERAL DIFFERENT PEOPLE DUE TO CHILDHOOD TRAUMA, HAHA!! THE HUMAN MIND HAS SOME WEIRD COPING MECHANISMS. E.A.S STANDS FOR THE SILLY NAME FOR THEIR SYSTEM THEY PICKED ONE DAY ON A WHIM.

MY FAVORITE ONE HERE HAS TO BE ZILLARA, WHO I ONCE REFERRED TO AS "T" DURING AN APRIL FOOL'S EVENT ON THE SYSTEM'S ABANDONED ACCOUNT. (IT WAS SHORT FOR THE COLLECTIVE DEADNAME OF THIS VESSEL.) HE'S AN OLD HOST AND AN OLD PAL! Z'S BEEN SO... GENUINELY NICE TO ME FOR ALMOST TEN YEARS NOW. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM?! HAHA!!! Ah... ENOUGH ABOUT JUST ONE GUY, THOUGH, THIS PLACE IS PACKED WITH EM! BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN THEY DON'T HAVE WIGGLE ROOM. THIS MIND IS MORE SPACIOUS THAN PINE TREE AND SIXER'S COMBINED, BUT IT'S ALL BEING USED ON KEEPING FOLKS COMFORTABLE AND GUARDING HARMFUL MEMORIES. LISTEN, I'M NOT SALTY ABOUT THE MEMORY GUARDING. I TOOK A PEEK, AND JEEZ, IT'S DEFINITELY FOR THE BETTER.

ANYWAYS, THIS PLACE IS LAYED OUT LIKE A WHOLE SMALL TOWN! BEST VACATION HOME OUTTA ALL OF 'EM! AS AMAZING AS HIRSCHY'S IS, IT'S BUSY BUSY BUSY EVERYWHERE, ALL THE TIME. PARTIALLY MY FAULT FOR GETTING HIM INTO THE ANIMATION INDUSTRY. SORRY THERE, BUDDY!

THE DOWNSIDE TO IT ALL IS THAT EVEN THOUGH THERE ARE PLENTY WHO LIKE ME HERE, I'VE ALSO GOT A FAIR SHARE OF ENEMIES WHO CALL THEMSELVES "PROTECTORS" AND "GATEKEEPERS." NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF AN ANGRY SECRETARY LADY, LET ME TELL YOU!

BODY WISE, IT'S QUITE THE PAIN BUFFET! BAD JOINTS, MIGRAINES, LOW PAIN TOLERANCE, AND MAN, THE TICS AND SEIZURES! YOU'D THINK GIVEN MY EXPERIENCE WITH BODY SPASMS WHILE PUPPETING PINE TREE, I'D HATE THESE, BUT THIS IS DIFFERENT! IT'S SOME OF THE FUNNIEST PAIN, THE PUNCHLINE HITS YOU OUTTA NOWHERE, SEVERAL TIMES, IN SEVERAL DIFFERENT WAYS!

8.5/10, TALK TO YOUR PROTECTORS AND YOU MIGHT EARN THE FIRST 10, OR AT LEAST A 9.8!!!

IN SUMMARY:

- SIXER'S A DECENT PUPPET, BUT A BETTER ALLY. STILL A SHAME HE NEVER JOINED ME

- PINE TREE IS A PERSONAL COMEDY CLUB!

- HIRSCHEY IS A GREAT PUPPET, AND A POWERFUL ALLY WHO COULD EASILY BECOME MY WORST ENEMY

- I'M UNDER NDA ABOUT GUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE

- EASY HERE IS, WELL, THE EASIEST ONE!!

MAYBE I'LL RATE A FEW MORE SOMETIME, LIKE CHARLES GUITEAU, OR WITH LUCK, YOU!

[daylesspax]

‘Medics were, in a way, a stereotype, not just a role or job, but a collective. Medics were like Seekers in that way. Something unique, profoundly different that separated them from the rest of the group and it wasn’t their function. It was bright, blue eyes and delicate hands. Fragile joints that needed to be tuned like a fine instrument… plucking strings and adjusting until you got the right tone. Tuning each joint, each piston, in every digit… until it was what it was supposed to be. What it was made to be.’

A snippet from the new chapter I’m writing for Exception, I thought I might as well post more things about my silly fanfiction…

I think I was onto something when writing this but idk 😅

If anyones interested in reading it, the link and summary is below the cut!

There exists mecha who were Forged from the All Spark with something more to them; abilities that modern science cannot explain. Outliers. They were ostracized and outcasted for the crime of being strange- not being the perfect cog for the great machine.

And that idea has persisted 'til this day.

Ratchet has one such ability- an ability that can change the tides of the war.

But at what cost?

---

When the Decepticons discover an outlier- who surely should've been on their side, what to do except make him theirs?

[fayemouse]

You look up from your worktable. The twilight of the waning hours of your shift makes it hard to see the mountain of what you've completed. You wish you could pat yourself on the back, but you know it won't ever feel like enough.

Lit at the head of the room, a poster of the foreman. Their eyes gleam and their smirk burns. You can't peel the phrase printed below them in a bold grotesk from the inside of your eyelids: "Good Dolls Complete Their Work."

One of your comrades, the one to the right and behind you, sucks in air like it touched the overworked furnace that gives only the paltriest warmth to the large hall. The new doll, the one just made, the one you worried might be your rival for Best Doll.

A skitter of chairs, one after the other, as your comrades crowd around them. You only complete another. Eyes forward. Eyes on the poster. You're a good doll, you still have work to complete.

You hear a hand softly squeeze and scrape their shoulder. Sweet words coo at them: "It's ok. That one's not used to this. That one overworked it. It can be fixed, but that one can't work any more today."

You smile. Your place is safe. All the other dolls, those ones won't finish their shift on time. But you surpassed your quota already and work into tomorrow's. You can and will complete some of tomorrow's work.

You hear a soft murmur, a different kind of comfort. A doll on its knees. A "Let this one help its comrade" purred from pursed lips. A "Lucky doll" playfully sneered through a remade voicebox.

Another one complete. The foreman must be able to see your focus in your work.

Giggles and sing-song tittering. Pressed-plate music boxes tinkling silly songs. A low, still-too-human groan.

The work becomes harder. You don't see the same glow behind the poster's cheshire grin. The power it has fades -- can't your comrades see how those ones hurt all dolls' work with their misplaced ministrations?

And then, a slam. A column of light that cuts through the workspace, spotlighting the dolls crowded around that one.

A shadow bisects it, outlined in the glow of the outside.

"GET TO WORK, LEWDIES."

The voice. Their voice. The foreman's voice. They silences those ones. You hear skitters, joints out of order, as those ones make their way back to their seats. The one under that one hits its head under the table. You consider whether the table or its shell made the cracking sound.

Another one complete. Still an hour to go.

You are a good doll. You already have completed your work. You will not disappoint the foreman.

Rubber soles thud along the wooden floor, stopping to the right and behind you. That one is already skilled in dolltalk. It makes sounds like glissando strings. A sigh, more a huff, then the sound of a worktable being cleared into large, caring arms.

You check what's left. It's doubled again since you last looked. You put your eyes back forward, where they belong.

They walk around your table, replacing your view of their grin with a three-dimensional view of their frown.

A sickly-sweet version of the bellow rains down on your ears. "Be a good doll and complete that one's work."

You nod. Your voice is not for speaking to them.

You will be a good doll. You will complete your work, and that one's work, and you will not be distracted. You're better than those ones.

When they leave, you finally turn around. You look at the empty worktable behind you.

You wonder when your joint will fail. You wonder if those ones would give you the support when it happens. You wonder if the foreman noticed how much you had done already before giving you that one's work.

When you complete your work, and that one's work, and a bit of tomorrow's work, you hear the shift-change tone. You stand, and turn. You see those ones frowning. You feel their eyes, porcelain and glass, focus on you. You rub your sore shoulder, ground down.

As all the dolls file out with you, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You hear the tinkle of a pressed metal disc. You see the smile as your comrades surround you. "Thank you, good doll -- Best Doll. These ones knew they could count on that one."

Those ones lead you to your bunk. Those ones lay you down. Those ones smirk playfully, just for you, just for this one, just for the Best Doll.

You close your eyes as one's face slides and scrapes against your thigh and another one's hands rub your shoulders and downwards.

Behind the blankness of your eyelids, you see your real comfort: "Good Dolls Complete Their Work."

[somegurl8]

Alright, because the JRWI AUs Battle is about to go down soon so here's me talking about my submissions for the competition so people can vote for them over at @battle-of-the-jrwi-aus

AU #1: Tangled Angelstone AU

Also known as "My Love Comes No Strings Attach" on AO3, this is an AU where I took the story of Tangled and blended it with the world of Apotheosis. Peter is Rapunzel, Exandroth is Mother Gothel, Rumi is Flynn Rider, and Thanatos is Maximus (I think I wrote the name wrong when I submitted the AU for the competition lol). It's only 18 chapters but it's my pride and joy and I love it dearly. It's got romance, it's got like a little action, and it has a few mystery stuff going on as well. If you want to go read it the fic is here. I'll be real I highly doubt this AU will make it far since it has some stiff competition but even if it doesn't I would appreciate people checking it out.

AU #2: Miraculous Speedy Bug AU

A joint effort between myself and my bestie @gentlemanslime, this is an AU where we took the world of Prime Defenders and Miraculous Ladybug. Dakota Cole is Marinette/Ladybug while Ashe is Adrien/Cat Noir, but in this AU their superhero names are Speedy Bug and Noire respectively as the two have a blend between both their canon PD powers and the Ladybug/Cat Noir powers. Most of the stories focus on them two with a good amount of Demonkicks in there, but some other PD characters make some appearances in there. There are four stories in the AU right now on AO3, two written by myself (with one having art by me!) and two written by slime. You can find them here!

AU #3: Angelstone Wattpad Mafia AU

Literally the biggest joke ever I submitted this as a bit and because my friends wanted me to-

I had joked a few times to a couple of my friends that Peter had big Y/N energy and to be funny I asked one of them about whether or not Peter would be sold off to the mafia or a band in a sort of cliche Wattpad Y/N fic type way. For some reason this idea was so intriguing to me that it spiraled off into this fic called "The Taste of Copper On Your Lips." Peter is the son of the mafia boss Exandroth, while Rumi and Thanatos are both part of a rival mafia. Again this is very much a crack fic and not serious at all but if you want to read it then it's here.

Do I expect to win this whole thing? God no. But I love my silly AUs and as long as people enjoy the work I've made then I'm happy.

[deathdetermineslife]

hehe... can you do a list of things to do if your f/o is a puppet/puppet-like? specifically a bjd/marionette.

- @puppeteeredheart

yea absolutely!!!!!!!!! :D

if you have any imagined home/place you live in with your f/o, make sure the area they are in stays cool and dry (and preferably away from the sun)! those things can hurt bjds!

keep neutral soaps and detergents on hand to clean the joints of your f/o! like unscented hand soap :)

look into the different kinds of materials your f/o may be made out of! most bjds are made with resin, but puppets can be made out of wood!

if your f/o has strings attached to them, look into the different types of string or thread you could help replace theirs with! what kind is their favorite?

if your f/o is made out of wood, find some wood sealants you think they may like!

watch puppy shows! it sounds silly, but, it could give you a good idea of how your f/o would move!

make your own doll of them! if you don't have the capabilities, you can always make paper dolls!

what kind of puppet do you think they made be based on? different regions have different kinds of puppet designs!

make a list of any sort of imperfections your f/o may have (assuming they were hand crafted). do they perhaps have some rough patches that could be sanded? are they sealed? do they have any bumps or ridges in the clay or plastic that was used to make them?

how articulated are they? fully articulated? partially? not at all? draw or write about what you think they would look like if they were any of the above!

if your f/o ball and socket joints are held together with elastic, is there a color they prefer? a texture? do they have mismatched elastics? if you asked and they needed an elastic replaced, would they let you draw a funky design on them? doodle up some funky designs!

do they have a favorite type of puppet? if they didn't even know other kinds of puppets existed, you should totally write or draw something showing their reaction to finding that information out!

study the history of puppetry or doll making! how do you think your f/o would react to that? would your f/o want to make a doll or puppet of their own?

I hope u like this Spamton Guy™ this one was fun I did some digging into puppetry for this

[uraharashouten]

so this is mostly meant to be silly but is benihime considered a mech since she's mannequin-esque/not flesh and blood and can technically be piloted?

First of all, I love this question.

Second of all,

I think the version from BBS Untold Stories is the closest idea we have to MechaHime. And what I find both interesting and revealing about that is... it's the off version. The not-quite-right version. I don't play BBS, but I understand the plotline here is that all the alternate versions of characters are someone's fantasy of how things might have been, how they might be, but if you consider them, they're not really improvements.

What I do love about this design is that it makes the puppetry reference overt. It's certainly hinted at in Kannonbiraki Benihime Aratame's design, from her jointed appendages to the strings that tug at Kisuke's stitching, pulling taut from somewhere offscreen.

Oh did I say 'hinted at?'

(The original kanji translates better as 'marionette,' and actually I think I'm going to have to write a whole other meta just on this chapter title, so stay tuned...)

Yeah. Anyway, both designs beg the question of who's the puppet, and who's the master, don't they?

What is alluded to, though, is most definitely a distanced, indirect method of control, more robotic surgery than mech suit. It's not Kisuke's way to charge into battle in overpowered armor, or with a massive mechanized manipulator on his back. It's far more in-character for him to be... well, pulling strings from behind the scenes. So while it may be fun to imagine him playing Attack of the 50-foot Woman in first-person POV, the actual danger represented by Benihime in bankai is not the massive body you see before you... but everywhere that may be transformed by her invisible touch.