#so if you're rude to me or do something that I otherwise don't appreciate- I'm going to unfollow and maybe block you

[jessiesjaded]

:)

[the-modern-typewriter]

wgshdwgd im sorry if youre not accepting snippet reqs </333

but could i req you write abt a villain who *everyone* is genuinely terrified of. and then the hero just politely tells them to shut the fuck up. like, villain could be monologuing or smth and hero would cut them off saying that they would really appreciate it if villain could finish up in the next hour or so because they dont want to miss bargain day at the supermarket.

uwah im sorry if i broke any rules </33 stay safe its a crazy world out there <333

"-Could you please just shut up?"

There was a moment of absolute, horrified silence. One man promptly fainted. Nobody seemed to breathe for a few seconds.

The villain turned, slowly, towards the protagonist.

They were on their knees on the floor, surrounded by armed guards ready to execute the various staff still in their building. Their expression was one of exhausted long-suffering, one hand pinching the bridge of their nose as if to stave off a headache.

"Excuse me?" the villain asked, oh so softly.

"Will you please stop talking?" The protagonist dropped their hand, levelling the villain with a look. "Like, if you're going to slaughter the lot of us, just do it, don't make us listen to the spiel first. It's been forty five minutes."

"Are you so eager to die?"

"No. But if I'm going to die, I think I'd like to get it over with. Otherwise, I'd like to just go about my day. I need to buy food before the shop closes and takeaway costs a fortune. I mean, bloody hell. Forty five minutes. Do you really think anyone here is listening?"

The villain stared.

"Like, not to be rude," the protagonist said. "But they're all scared out their minds. They are not processing the finer points of your monologue. It's just so unnecessary."

"I could cut out your tongue and feed it to you."

"You don't have anything better to do?"

"I could cut out their tongues," the villain swept a hand around the room, "and feed them to you. That sorts out dinner, doesn't it?"

"I mean, I'm vegan, and not a cannibal, but I appreciate you're more concerned with being menacing than actually addressing the issue."

The villain stared some more.

The protagonist stared back.

"The data I need is still downloading," the villain said, after a long moment. "If I let you leave, someone will do something stupid like try and call the police."

"Sure, sure. But the monologue."

"You don't enjoy the sound of my voice?"

"I wouldn't take it too personally. It's been a week. Bit overstimulated, to be honest. Anyone's voice right now feels a bit like a cheese grater on my nerve endings."

"A bit like a cheese grater."

"No offense."

The villain blinked at them, slow and somewhat incredulous. "A cheese grater."

The protagonist shrugged.

"I'm assuming you didn't miss who I am in the last forty five minutes," the villain said.

"No."

"And yet."

"It's not that you're not terrifying," the protagonist said. "I just - forty five minutes. Humans aren't set up to be this stressed for forty minutes. My head is killing me. Processing all this - if you don't kill us - is going to be hard enough without having to fit in all the life admin I'm not currently getting done."

"Come here."

"...what?"

The villain crooked a finger to beckon the protagonist forward.

The protagonist swallowed, eyeing the villain warily, but didn't make them ask again. With a glance at the armed henchmen, they shuffled forwards to the spot the villain had gestured at their feet.

"You know," the villain said, "it's been a very long time since anyone has talked back to me."

"Sorry. I'm really not trying to be rude."

"No," the villain mused, head tilting with something alarmingly like curiosity as the protagonist came to a stop. "You're really not, are you? Turn."

"...turn?"

The villain gestured again, to indicate that the protagonist should face away from them.

"...You can't just give me all the orders at once? I get this is more dramatic, but I probably wouldn't be trying your patience as much if-"

The villain seized the nape of the protagonist's neck, like scruffing a kitten, making their breath catch.

Everyone watched for the inevitable torment. The punishment. The kill.

The villain's fingers dug into the knots of tension in the protagonist's neck, power sparking up the touch.

The protagonist sagged. "Holy shit," they breathed.

"Better?"

"Um. I mean - yes - but -"

"Good." The villain glanced up to the henchmen. "Shoot everyone else."

"What? Wait - no -"

The sound was deafening.

Then the silence was, once again, absolute.

"You didn't have to do that," the protagonist whispered. "I didn't mean - if I offended you -"

"Oh, you didn't, don't worry. That's why you're still alive. Tell me about yourself."

The villain's grip stayed unrelenting on the back of the protagonist's neck, holding them securely in place.

"T-tell-?"

"We still have ten minutes," the villain said, in a tone of great patience, "before the download completes. Tell me about yourself. I shouldn't be the one doing all the talking, after all. It's very rude of me, isn't it?"

Hesitantly, the protagonist talked, watching the blood pool on the floor. What else was there to do?

The computer finally gave a quiet beep to indicate that the download was complete.

"Good. Very good." The villain gave the protagonist's neck another gentle enough squeeze. "Now. Let's go grocery shopping," the villain said cheerfully. "Up you get. Dinner's on me."

[brunnerasposts]

hiiiiii!

i saw your tbbt fix AND OMG IT WAS ADORABLE could i maybe get a story about the whole gang getting overprotective when Somone flirts with reader [ik it's basic I just love the overprotective trope]

tysm!♡ of course!

Dinner Disaster

The Big Bang Theory x GN!Reader

Summary: A dinner at the Cheesecake Factory gets awkward when the gang defends you from a stranger coming onto you

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: Outside of TBBT storyline, no shipping with anyone, gender neutral pronouns for reader

Additional Note: I had no idea what to name this one, I'm so sorry 😭

It was another average day for the gang in Pasadena. Everyone had just gotten home from work and decided to go have dinner at The Cheesecake Factory per Sheldon's consistent schedule.

You, Leonard, Howard, Amy, Bernadette, Penny, Raj, and Sheldon all took your usual places at the eight person table.

"Let's see... what am I going to order that isn't going to make me nauseous?" Penny asked herself, confusing Howard.

"Is something wrong with the food?" His chair made a slight scrape sound against the floor as he shifted. "Should I be eating a tum?" He joked.

Bernadette shook her head, rubbing her boyfriend's back. "No, silly. It's just that when you work in a restaurant for a while, the consistent smell of the food plus eating it on your break makes you get sick of it." She explained.

"Don't you feel weird eating dinner at the place you work?" Leonard asked you, making you shrug.

"I make a point not to eat the food here. Otherwise, I'd never step foot into the Cheesecake Factory again. I honestly can't smell half the foods in here anymore." You explained, the short scientist nodding as he looked over his menu.

"Excuse me," a voice came from next to you. Everyone, confused, looked to what they assumed was the waiter, but it was an unfamiliar man.

He was tall, clean shaven, but something felt off. Your gut told you this guy was going to cause trouble. Realizing that he was speaking to you, you turned to face him more. "Yes?"

"I know this might be a little forward, but you're really attractive, and I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink with me at the bar?" The guy asked.

You froze.

Never had someone been so forward with you before, nor had anyone been so blatantly rude to the fact that you were otherwise busy. Penny, who sat next to you, leaned forward. "Who are you exactly?"

The man glanced at Penny, a bit taken back but also not doing anything to hide the fact that he was also checking her out. "Just a guy who noticed an attractive person and wanted to say hi."

Sheldon interjected, sounding annoyed with a stranger interrupting their dinner. "Excuse me, but I don't believe you understand the social protocols here. Our friend is clearly enjoying our company, and we are more than capable of fulfilling their intellectual and social needs."

Amy was quick to follow up. "Sheldon's right. We're a close-knit friend group, and quite honestly, I think you're making our friend uncomfortable." She added, her tone protective.

The man raised his hands defensively, clearly surprised that everyone was snapping back. "I didn't mean to cause trouble."

Raj, who had been silent up to this point due to his incapability to speak in front of women, managed to muster up the ability to say, "Back off, dude or Penny will kick your ass."

Penny gave Raj a look, but everyone knew that she'd be able to take him down.

"Woah, woah! Hey, look, I'm sorry. I was just trying to meet someone. No need for a fight." Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked to you. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

Not really sure what to say, you shrugged. "You did, and I appreciate the apology. I'm going to have to decline." You tried to be nice about it, but your friends were making that a little difficult.

"Yeah, our friend is not interested. Goodbye!" Bernadette shooed him off. Surprised, the man blinked a few times before quickly scurrying off.

Once he was out of sight, the tension at the table seemed to disperse. You turned to everyone, laughing a little. "What was that, you guys?"

"What?" Leonard pretended to be oblivious, adjusting his glasses. "That whole thing that just happened!" You laughed, looking between everyone.

Amy, who sat adjacent to you, tilted her head a little. "Someone was making you uncomfortable. Did you think we were just going to let him?"

That made you smile, warmth spreading through you as you looked to everyone. Although you were slightly embarrassed, you were mainly appreciative that they were so quick to help.

"Thank you, guys." You said, touched by their concern. "Just remember I can take care of myself."

"We know. We just care about you." Bernadette smiled from a few seats down.

As dinner shifted back to its normal rhythm, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the people around you. Being apart of this quirky, overprotective group of friends meant you'd always have someone looking out for you.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

The End.

[missmugiwara]

If I May Be So Bold

Summary: fem!reader x Rengoku // You, Rengoku, Uzui and the boys go to the Red Light District. You agree to go undercover as an oiran, but you can't help feel some type of way for the Flame Hashira. Perhaps this mission will bring you two closer. Warning: 18+, NSFW, slight smut, some dubious consent (in the form of kissing), swearing, mutual pining, friends to lovers Note: Took me forever to edit! This is a bit of a long read. Hope you all enjoy!

Everything went smoother than planned. Tengen and Rengoku did a fantastic job talking you and the three young slayers up (although the Hashiras' good looks really helped). On the first night everyone had successfully infiltrated a house in the Red Light District. Ironically, Inosuke and you had been snatched up together for House Ogimoto. Besides that, it was a relief to know someone was with you to make this a tad more bearable. So off went Tengen and Rengoku to do some snooping around as you gathered intel with the boar-headed boy.

A light knock at the door to your room interrupted your thoughts.

Softly, you called, "Come in."

When Rengoku slid open the shoji door, you blinked in shock . Instantly, you hopped up from your seat at the vanity. Strange that he was here even though you agreed to meet for a report tomorrow. Yet by the look on his face, something was on his mind. Quickly, you trotted to his side, urgently closing the door before turning to him. Gladly, you would listen to Rengoku's troubles. Without thought, you grabbed his hands in your own.

"Kyojuro, what are you doing here? Did something happen?"

For a split second, he did not respond as his striking eyes took a moment to gaze upon the beguiling disguise that adorned you. Then, those beautiful fire-like eyes flickered to meet yours.

He smiled gently, running his thumbs over the backs of your hands once, "Nothing at all! I came to check and see if you were alright."

A pause stilled the air. You could feel your cheeks heat slightly, and you snickered. Was he serious right now? You were a Hashira too - one of the strongest members of the corps just like he was. Even if Rengoku had become a Hashira years earlier than you, you were still just as strong. Plus, you were Tengen's tsugoku a while back, so Rengoku knew you were trained well and by someone he respected. It was not like him to worry like this.

"Why?" you shook your head - realizing that sounded kind of rude, "I mean, I'm fine! You know I can take care of myself."

"I know, but… I just had to make sure."

His eyes said otherwise. Something was bothering him. The relationship between you two allowed you to understand each other deeply and emotionally. After all, you had been close friends for years. Together, you had been through a lot. There was never anything that prevented you from speaking your mind in front of him because he truly respected you - mind, body, and soul.

A warm smile graced your lips at the sweet gesture. A slight flush heated up your cheeks. You looked down. The honorable Flame Hashira holding the hands of the lovely Hashira-turned-oiran. It warmed your heart knowing he was comfortable enough to do this. Rengoku could be very protective when it came to you, so it made sense that the possibility of being with other men in this district bothered him greatly. He just hid it well. Really, he did not have to worry.

But thanks to Tengen's flashy ideas, you were an oiran for the next few days. An oiran. Rengoku - just knowing him - probably was not accustomed to women of this caliber.

"Are you sure you're not here for… something else?" You asked with lidded eyes. Slowly, you moved your hands to brush up against Rengoku's chest as his face blossomed into a blush.

"Uh, n-no! No, I-"

You tilted your head to the side with a grin.

"Just messing with you! I appreciate your concern, but really… I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me."

The Hashira was stiff for a few seconds in recovery from your bold teasing. What a cruel joke, and he played right into your hands. After another moment, Rengoku softened his gaze. His parted lips turned into a smile.

"Very well! Just let me know if you ever need me, my beautiful oiran. I'll be close."

His beautiful…? Was that a slip of the tongue? It couldn't be because Rengoku was not someone who made mistakes. You shook off your flustered state, taking your focus back to the mission. You had to make sure everyone would be safe. So when the Flame Hashira began to walk off, you realized you wanted to protect him too from anything. Even if he was strong. Ah, perhaps that's what he was conveying earlier. Without thinking, you reached out and grabbed the fabric of his uniform. Your fingers curled around his arm.

"Wait!"

He froze before the door could even slide open. Gently, he turned towards you with a look of surprise. Using all your strength to muster up the courage for what you would say next, you simply stared at the ground and bit your bottom lip. Rengoku could sense something was not right much like you did earlier for him.

"Tell me what's wrong." he instantly uttered out in a low, protective tone.

A pause.

And then you broke out into laughter.

"I can't let you leave looking like that!" you grinned widely.

Kyojuro's brow twitched in surprise at the sudden change in your mood. He seemed amused.

"Oh? Like what?"

Still holding onto his arm, you tugged gently at it. He was captivated as you pulled him close to your body, following your movements about the room.

"People will get suspicious. Come on, you have to look the part!" you danced over to the vanity, searching for lipstick. Once you found it, you ran it over your lips a few times, puckering them in the mirror.

Then, you turned to Rengoku who simply blinked at you.

"I… don't understand. Please tell me what you mean!"

There was a blush at this cheeks. The color complimented his sweet eyes. You hummed while walking over to him. Still smiling sweetly, you ran your hands over his shoulders.

"Do you trust me?" your hands froze once they reached his neck.

Rengoku looked at your lips for some time before he darted his eyes to meet yours.

"Of course I do!"

"Good boy."

Before Rengoku could even speak, your hands grabbed at the collar of his uniform, ripping it open to pop a few buttons off. Rengoku's breath hitched in his chest, and he seemed to gasp - that is, before he stopped himself as you exposed his neck and part of his chest by running your manicured hands underneath the cloth and over his skin.

"Please forgive me!"

With your hands at his collar again, you pulled him in and slammed your mouth to his neck. His eyes widened as you held him for a few seconds, then you breathily released him with a pop of your lips. A swollen, light bruise plus a bright, red lipstick stamp of your mouth was now evident on his neck. Rengoku was stunned. You grinned sheepishly before pulling the Flame Hashira in again, smothering his face with kisses over and over - then all the way down his neck and part of his chest. Once done with your work of art, you pulled away to leave Rengoku completely frozen in place before he broke out into a goofy, lopsided smile. He was blushing profusely. Had he ever been kissed like that before? Had you ever kissed anyone like that before?

"There." you smoothed the uniform at this chest, smiling proudly, "All for the mission."

"Yes! For the mission!" he repeated, but there was something in his tone when he uttered those words and a smirk upon his face. You gingerly let go of his uniform, apologizing for making a mess out of him - blushing as you kept staring at his lips. Did you cross a line with Rengoku? Hopefully not. But as you kept focusing on those gorgeous lips of his, you felt butterflies in your stomach. It was the only part you didn't kiss because Rengoku was your friend. You couldn't possibly test this friendship further. You would never want to do that.

The sound of his voice brought you back to earth, and his hand upon your cheek grounded you. He leaned in to touch his forehead to yours.

"You really are a tease," Rengoku whispered, eyes becoming lidded, "and you always have been."

Time seemed to have stopped as you both stood there momentarily, just gazing into each other's eyes. His hand was so hot - it felt like it was setting your entire being on fire. You froze in place while clutching your hands to your chest. Just fixated on his glowing eyes. He certainly made a flustering mess of you. It seemed Rengoku knew how flustered you were, and he seemed to be enjoying it immensely.

He smiled so widely that his eyes closed. "Well, I shall be going now!"

What a shame. He was leaving already when you both only wanted more. Although, neither of you dared to say it outloud because you were just friends. This made you both all the more foolish.

"Uh, y-yes!" you dumbly responded, eyes still sparkling from this intimate moment. At how unexpectedly sexy Rengoku was. At how flirtatious he was. You followed the Hashira to the door as he placed his hand on it. He paused and looked to you one more time.

"There is… one more thing." he murmured.

"Of course! What is it?"

"If I may be so bold… you missed a spot."

Your eyes widened. No, he couldn't be! He wasn't referring to his lips, was he?

Was he!?

Because he seemed distracted enough by all the bites and kisses all over him, you were hoping he had forgotten about that little detail. Well, actually - you weren't hoping that at all. But this was so unexpected! Oh gosh, and kissing him? Rengoku? On the mouth? Oh yes, that would be amazing, but wait, right now? You broke out into a sweat.

"Um… come again?"

"Apologies, but won't it look rather suspicious that the only part of me you haven't kissed is my lips?"

By the look on your face, shocked eyes and parted lips, not responding to his question at all - Rengoku twitched nervously. Perhaps he asked too much of you! And instantly, he bowed.

"I apologize! I should have never suggested such a thing! That was inappropriate of me to even-"

"It's okay!"

He froze this time.

"It's okay. I don't mind. It's… all for the mission, right?" you bashfully smiled.

After a brief pause, Rengoku whispered, "Yes. All for the mission." And so you stepped forward, placing your hands on his shoulders. He leaned in, and you leaned in all the while both of you uttered apologies and whatnot for moving so slow, for pretty much any stupid little thing that didn't even need an apology. Stuttering voices, trembling hands, flushed cheeks - really, what a sight to behold as two confident, adult hashira were fumbling around in nervousness. Allowing this little moment to crumble their defenses.

Quickly, you pressed your lips against each other's, and you both parted. The red lipstick painted a pretty picture of your mouth that was once on Rengoku's. This was not the ideal moment in which you wanted to kiss for the first time, and you wished you could have made it last a bit longer, but you were friends. Just friends. At least you got to taste him if just for a little bit. Seeming as neither of you two made a movement, Rengoku responded first to ease the silence.

"I'll come again tomorrow. Good night."

"Good night, Kyojuro."

All for the mission.

Stupid.

Rengoku did come back the next evening for he always kept his word. He insisted it was just to check in and make sure you were safe. You told him everything was perfect and that no one had bothered you all day. In fact, Rengoku appeared nightly, and every night he reminded you to mark him up to your heart's content.

Including his sweet mouth.

Oh, because it was for the sake of the mission! To protect you both, obviously! Nothing more. Who were you to deny him? He was the expert here on missions and had been a Hashira longer. Happily, you agreed. Yet how much fun it was, how good it felt, but all for the sake of work and protecting one another. The low giggles, the flirty whispers - all of it so tantalizingly sweet and left you burning for more. So this display of unkempt clothes, disheveled hair, and kissing repeated itself every night. No matter how naive you both might have been.

However, one particular night was quite worrisome. Rengoku appeared at your door as usual, and you swiftly pulled him in - detailing him right away of some potential rumors Inosuke heard. You were so frazzled by the intel that you were quickly scooting Rengoku out of the room in a hurry.

"I'll get more information, just please be safe! Inosuke and I will meet with Tengen later! I wish I could have done more, but I'm working on it!"

His feet skidded across the floor as he tried to stop you from pushing him. You slid the door open, pushed him abruptly into the hall, and were about to slam it shut but Rengoku whipped around and caught it in his hand. He then grabbed your arm quickly in turn. You gasped in surprise at the way his hand needily grasped at your skin. The door slid shut behind him so quickly as he pushed you back into the room.

Rengoku pulled you to him so roughly that you nearly bounced off his chest from the impact. His arms around your waist kept you steady as he clutched your body close. Your face was on fire as you locked eyes - a look of something ignited in his, a look of arousal in yours. Your fingers gripped his uniform tightly at the chest. Before you could speak, Rengoku slammed his mouth against yours. You let out a squeak. Rengoku's one hand was in your hair while the other arm was so strongly, tightly wrapped around your waist. You froze in shock, but then you melted because god, you needed him badly. This was different than the other times you two had messed around and innocently kissed - though it was not innocent in the least. Rengoku had never embraced you so desperately before. After a few seconds, he pulled away. You stared at him with wide, frazzled eyes.

Rengoku grinned, "Oh! Apologies! You know… we just need to look the part! All for the sake of the mission! You nearly forgot."

"Yes!" you yelped with a stupid, lovestruck smile, "The mission!"

The mission?

The mission?

Fuck the mission.

What about that kiss!?

That was not like the quick pecks from before! Because Rengoku did that with feeling. You couldn't pretend anymore! You wanted more, you wanted him, and you always wanted him. For as long as you could remember. But you never did anything because he was just a friend, and you were frightened that that friendship may be ruined. Did he… want you just as badly? Oh, but this was all wrong. It was not the way you wanted to woo him. This had been pushed on for far too long now to solely be considered something two friends did.

Rengoku quickly excused himself for the evening and bid you good night as you stood there, frozen and hot and bothered. Snapping out of it, you reached for his wrist. When the Flame Hashira turned to you with concerned eyes, you gripped his wrist tighter between your hands.

"Stay!"

There was such a needy tone in your voice, but you didn't care how embarrassing it was. You already made a fool of yourself every single night with these lies - kissing just for the mission? What was that crap?

"Please? For me." you begged. Your voice was wavering, a slight crack to it as you cleared your throat. It seemed you were about to cry, and it was not something you did often in front of him. His eyes pulsed at the pleading look you gave him. Rengoku did not hesitate in the slightest.

"Of course. I'm always here for you."

Again, he joined you in your room. It was wonderful that he did, but now that you had gotten to this point… you both were unsure of what to do next. Just like the first night, you were holding his hands in your own - just staring into his eyes while frowning, blinking again and again to stop tears from falling.

Rengoku's breath hitched in his chest at the sight. No. He couldn't stand seeing you like this, on the verge of tears and all. Something was making you sad. And even worse, for a split second, he thought - did he cause this? He would never allow it. Another moment of reflection and Rengoku was certain what to do next.

"This is foolish."

You blinked, "I… Oh… what is?"

He cradled your face in his hands gently after you sniffed, an attempt at trying to choke back tears. It was such a soft hold, and you craved that longing touch from such a gentle soul like Rengoku. Only Rengoku could ever do. He ran his thumbs somewhat roughly over your cheeks, smearing any makeup upon your face.

"This disguise. Everything. It's foolish! I'm sorry Tengen came up with such a ridiculous idea. I'm sorry he threw you into this." he smiled gently, and you blinked when he removed a hand from your face.

Lips pursed in thought, he titled his head to the side and hummed at you with lidded eyes. His tongue poked out between his lips, and he brought his thumb to them. He licked his thumb, then ran it slowly over your own lips. An attempt at washing away the lipstick with his own saliva. You whimpered at the touch. The gesture was so incredibly hot and watching him with those gorgeous eyes made it even hotter.

Your heart thumped in your chest especially when his hands moved to your hair. He gracefully took out any pins or accessories, and although such a simple act, it was so intimate. Letting your hair cascade down your face, you blushed when you tilted your head downward to just stare at his chest. When Rengoku was done, he softly placed the hair accessories at your vanity. He glided back to you, holding your face so sweetly in his hands once again.

"Seeing you like this, all dressed up and with this make-up… as tempting as it is, I find you much more beautiful without it."

His thumbs brushed against your cheeks. Rengoku's lips parted in deep thought, and he looked at you with such adoration in his beautiful eyes. You laid your hands against his chest as your face heated up. His hands moved down your arms to wrap around your waist. Your eyes became lidded, and his expression soon mirrored yours as you both slowly leaned in. He paused and ran a single finger over your lips.

"I won't be able to control myself much longer." he breathed. "Please, I need you to kiss me."

"Is… is it for the mission?"

"No. It's because I would like you to."

You grinned while stroking the side of his face, "Well, good. Because I definitely want to."

With that, he closed the gap between your mouths. Your eyes shut immediately when his soft, perfect lips pressed against yours. A simple, gentle kiss - but when you let out a moan against his mouth, Rengoku's arms tightened around your waist to increase the friction between your bodies. Your hands shot up to grab his hair, deepening the kiss as your mouths began to slowly move against one another's, leaving gentle smacking sounds to fill the air. He groaned once your tongue ran along his bottom lip, and in turn he gently bit down on it. You heart was thundering in your ribcage when you pulled away, only to find the Flame Hashira smirking.

"May I stay even longer?"

A chuckle escaped past your lips. You did not even care how ridiculous your expression was or how ridiculous the half-smeared makeup on your face must have looked.

"You can stay as long as you want."

And you leaned in again to lock lips, throwing you arms around each other. His mouth moved so quickly and desperately against your own, letting out small groans between your whines of pleasure. You pressed your body closer to his, hips grinding needily against his own. Your tongue danced across his bottom lip again, into his mouth, before he lifted you up by your thighs to wrap them around his waist and seated you at the vanity, knocking over anything in the process when your bottom slid across the surface. Mouths still connected, Rengoku's hand parted your thighs further, and you moaned when one skillful hand brushed up the inner length of your thigh underneath your kimono. Swiftly, you grabbed his other hand and placed it atop your breast, but Rengoku immediately pulled back. Your eyes snapped open to meet his, and he was blushing profusely at the sight of you two - hot and bothered and needy. You threw your hands off him.

You flushed, "I-I'm sorry! Is everything okay?"

Rengoku took a moment to steady his breath, and he leaned in with a smile on his face. He pressed his forehead to yours.

"No, I'm sorry. I can't do this. Not here, not like this." he spoke between pants, and you stroked his cheek with your hand.

A blush appeared on your face again. With a determined look in his eyes, and his usual confident smile, he gripped your hand between his own.

"Please wait for me! Wait until after this mission is over, and I can take you on a proper date!"

"Kyojuro, I -"

"Well, well, well." Tengen smirked, who was seated at the edge of your window.

Rengoku and you peeled yourself off each other, scrambling to look decent as you both turned to see the sound hashira. When did he arrive? How long was he there? Ugh, he was always like this! It drove you nuts when you were a tsuguko.

"I've been waiting for you two to get together for forever now!"

"How long have you been here!?"

"Not important." Tengen shrugged his shoulders, "I'm disappointed I caught you two goofing off when we should be working." he smirked again, and you arched a brow at this.

Because the way Tengen said that made it seem like he wanted this to happen. As his former student, you knew him well.

"But I can overlook it because," his eyes became lidded, "this was all a part of my flashy plan. Though I wasn't expecting this to happen so soon. Way to go, pupil!"

"TENGEN. I AM A HASHIRA. NOT YOUR STUDENT ANYMORE."

Rengoku let out a roar of a laugh at your flustered state. He waltzed right over to Tengen and slapped a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"How embarrassing for us! I am utterly ashamed! Apologies, Tengen! It won't happen again!"

You groaned in defeat. Of course Rengoku would laugh it off. The two Hashira turned toward you, both smiling and quickly getting over whatever this was.

"Ah, and I heard something interesting, Rengoku!"

Tengen readjusted himself at the window, "I heard our stunning courtesan here wasn't getting any calls, so I wondered why and went snooping around."

"O-Oh, did you now!?" Rengoku blurted out.

"Yes, and you'll never believe what I heard!" Tengen smirked wickedly, "I heard from the owner that every night, a gentleman of yellow and red hair drops a pouch of coins onto the desk asking for our sweetheart here. The owner said this man's exact words were: 'This should be more than enough to cover her. No one shall have her. She's mine.' Wanna tell us about that, Rengoku?"

His face was on fire as Tengen smiled sweetly. Not a care in the world from the Sound Hashira. You cupped a hand to your mouth to stifle your giggles, grinning innocently at Rengoku's reddening blush.

Well.

Tengen could be reliable as much as he drove you crazy.

[dabis-azure-songstress]

could you do headcanons for dabi who’s with a s/o that is a really kind and giving individual. he didn’t like it at first and he thought his s/o being so kind to people who were less fortunate like the homeless was a bad thing but he starts to pick up on their behavior and his s/o catches him doing something nice for something and they both realize he’s started to pick up after his s/o

Ooo, yes, absolutely! I feel like I can relate to this very well. I can already imagine all the things he'll say. I'm sorry this took so long. I've been trying to focus and take a bit better care of myself than I have been, especially with the carpal tunnel. I hope all of you will enjoy these anyway. I feel so bad about not posting here or on my A03. Thank you so much for your request! Please enjoy this, Dabi Goddesses!

Pairing: Dabi w/ S/O that is really kind and giving

Headcanons or one-shot? Headcanons with a small written scenario

Rating: SFW! Warning though! Dabi is sweet at the end and may steal your heart.

"You know they're just going to take advantage of you, don't you? You really need to set boundaries, doll."

At first, it really bothers him how kind and selfless you are and also maybe even makes him a little jealous.

And, he can sound very harsh and occasionally really hurt your feelings sometimes with things he says when he nags you about it, but he really means well.

He really doesn't want to see anyone hurt you or take advantage of you. EVER.

"You really are too kind for your own good. It's going to cause you a lot of trouble one of these days."

"You're such a pushover. You couldn't even tell someone, "No" even if you wanted to."

When he sees he hurts your feelings or upsets you, he does feel bad after, however. Believe me.

After a while though, he really grows to admire you and appreciate you.

After all, it takes a lot of courage to keep being yourself and being selfless, even if sometimes you do get hurt in the process.

You do eventually learn to set some healthier boundaries that Dabi takes note of, and he's proud of you, but he also grows to love how sweet you are.

Eventually, you both don't realize you've rubbed off and made him "softer" a little bit.

One day, you are out of the apartment when you hear a child crying. At first, you think Dabi may have said something rude without meaning to, and upset them, but a glance at the scrapes and blood on their knees proves otherwise. Dabi has kneeled down before them carefully.

"Did you go and hurt yourself there, little bit?"

The little one looks up at him with red and puffy eyes, still rubbing at them, and nods meekly.

"First, I need you to get up...C'mon. You can do it."

Dabi reaches out a hand gingerly and helps the young one to their feet carefully as you watch.

"Wanna see something cool to distract you from the pain a little bit? I'm gonna have Y/N go get you some band-aids and ointment."

Another nod in agreement. Dabi takes in a deep breath and carefully kneels back down to the child's height before he holds out a hand and gently alights a small cerulean flame ablaze in his palm. He glances at you carefully.

When you come back with the band-aids and medicine, you notice the child's laughter filling the air. The child is now fully seated on his lap with him carefully juggling the fire around them.

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Now bandaged up and much more dry-eyed and content, the mother soon arrives. It turns out the little one had gotten separated in the rush hour of people. She's surprised to see Dabi entertaining her child so well, despite his looks, but offers him a gentle smile and thanks you both softly as she gathers the little one into her arms.

As they're walking away, Dabi just casts his eyes over you.

"Don't even think about it."

"Think about what?" you smile.

"THAT. Stop it."

You giggle softly at him.

"...Maybe it's not so bad."

"Hm?"

"Maybe it's not so bad being just like you...every once in a while."

You can only smile in return as he grabs your hand and interlaces your fingers.

[wolfybonnie759]

Floyd with a clumsy female troll

Floyd x clumsy fem reader

before you say anything someone requested it don't judge me somebody requested it I didn't if you have something to say please keep it to yourself because I saw how other people are saying don't ship floyd with a woman I understand people's opinion but I'm only doing this one because someone requested it I'm not trying to be mean or be weird about it I'm just pointing that out I can do it for what makes people comfortable and happy with I'm just going to say this once I'm only doing this because someone requested it so anyway enjoy.

We all know how Floyd is he very caring and sweet

I'm going to say three words worried and caring and protested

Floyd get worried when you Trip he always check up on you to make sure you're not hurt or anything

He love you but he doesn't want you get hurt

Floyd always be around you to make sure nothing happened when you about to drop something he will catch it before it hits the ground and broke

When you get upset about how other trolls is telling you that you always messing up stuff Floyd would be there to comfort you and tell you that he didn't mean it

Floyd would cuddle with you cuz he just like cuddles close to you

If you get hurt he will always help you treat your wounds

He love to kiss you cheek forehead lips mostly lips

Sometimes he thinks that your clumsiness is cute

Floyd was great boyfriend he always make sure you are and help with your wounds and comfort you if somebody tell you otherwise if he sing you need to cuddle against him if you enjoy him sing

Floyd he appreciated even happy when you take care of him if you are sick you would help him with anything you cook for him you would help him shower ( not 18+ jokes just no) he get flustered by that but he happy that he have good girlfriend like you on his side

If he get nightmares You would help him calm down and play with his hair and sing him to sleep

he would take you on dates

he loves you with all his hearts he doesn't care about if you are clumsy what matters to him that he have you on his side

You might be clumsy but you have a big heart cuz you care about everyone even if they are rude to you

Floyd called you his sweet flower cuz you always sweet to everybody

Floyd love you for who you are even if you are clumsy he still love you no matter what he love his clumsy girlfriend

[sameschmidtdiffname]

i recently had a thought about the reader's online friend!josh futterman, like if these two actually KNOW each other irl but have no idea about it because they use nicknames

i'd really appreciate it if you'd write something like this and I hope my description of it makes sense i used a translator for this lol

in love with your writing btw !!! <3

Bbgirl I gotCHUUUUU

Familiar Strangers

A Josh Futturman x Gender Neutral! Reader Series

Summery: They always say you never know when you'll meet Mister Right. But damn. This is a new level.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no gender specific pronouns for Reader, coffee shop AU, Josh never wins 'Biotic Wars' AU, fluff, meet cute, online friends who don't realize they're friends irl as well, brief mentions of smut, otherwise SFW.

Notes: Alright, first actually planned series! Is it gonna be a slowburn with twenty parts? A mini series? Who the fuck knows! Not me! Let's pray, mfers.

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                    °☆>》Maggie's《<☆°

"Please tell me there's a chance for us," she says with baited breath. "Don't tell me you're walking away."

The atmosphere of the small, brick walled coffee shop is calm for 10 o'clock in the morning, but I'm not complaining. God knows I prefer this over the alternative anyways.

"You know that I can't answer that," Oshua says to Tiger, agitated.

This guy, always trying to be mysterious.

"I've waited for you my whole life. You could give me a goddamn-"

The ring of the shop bell tears me from my reading, my head darting up to see who has come to disturb my morning of peace and fiction.

"Hi!" The customer says in overly bright voice. One look at the man and I already know he's the chatty type, not willing to just duck in and out, keys jingling from the black belt on his hip as he flashes a bright, genuine smile, waving his hand enthusiastically while keeping the other in his pants pocket.

Motherfucker.

"Hi!" I try to return with the same bright smile and tone, but I feel irritation spike into my chest as I hear the soft 'click' of my phone shutting off. "Welcome to Maggie's, what can I get you?"

Gentle sunlight streams in through the permanently clouded bay windows of the shop, illuminating the store in its warm glow that just makes a morning feel particularly peaceful. There isn't much foot at this point in the morning, most people already having arrived to work an hour or so earlier, myself included. It was a busy enough part of town, a good location for a coffee shop to thrive, especially with the loyal flow of customers from Kronish Laboratory, a tall, dull building dedicated to scientific research, and the little coffee shop that signs my checks often had the pleasures (read: irritations) of dealing with said researchers and keeping them alive while they work on the miracle cure for herpes. Most of them being particularly rude and short about their orders, usually in a rush for a regular cup of black coffee and swiping it from my hand before storming out to resume their endless work typing away at a computer to log their samples after what must be their too short lunch break. Or maybe too long. Can never tell with those assholes. Most of which I know through mental nicknames. It's partially because I'm no good at actual names. And partially my own form of disrespect and entertainment. Come on, you do it too.

"I don't know," the unfamiliar man says brightly, placing his hands on his hips as he looks at the chalkboard sign hanging behind my head. "What do you like?"

'Whatever gets you out of here the fastest,' I think. But instead I say "Well, what exactly are you looking for? Tea, coffee," the door, "smoothies?"

"Hit me-" gladly. "-with a tea," the bright man says just so... brightly.

Thank you for being so descriptive. "What kind?" I ask, trying to keep my smile sweet.

"Whatever you like," he says with a shrug.

"Vanilla chai?"

"Sure!"

I need to stop being so irritable when someone interrupts my reading. I'm not even allowed to be on my phone at work technically, except the manager generally doesn't care so long as I at least make half an effort to hide it and don't do it in front of customers. And maybe I wouldn't even really care about the interruption except I've been waiting for the release of this part for two weeks, and Nick had been so secretive about the ending he didn't even let me beta read the work before posting.

"What's got you in such a mood?" I ask the smiling man, turning to begin making the drink. Oh, size.

"What do you mean?" He asks, raising his brows, still smiling. Brightly.

"You're like a big... ball of sunshine," I say, gesturing towards him before holding up a small and large cup, now gesturing the two like they were on scales to silently ask his preference.

"Oh, I'm just excited this morning. I'm not usually like this," he says, laughing a little as a small blush grows on his nose, glancing down at the floor before returning his gaze to the cups, pointing at the small.

"Yeah?" I ask, putting the large cup away.

"Yeah. Finished a big project this morning, so I'm like," he shrugs, now scratching the back of his head as he tries to subdue his smile, pressing his lips together and now crossing his subtly built arms across his chest.

"Well, congrats," I say. There's a small moment of slightly awkward silence as the tea quickly brews, both of us not really sure what to say next. This is the part I hate about customer service. I feel bad if I'm not constantly keeping them engaged, but if they're constantly talking I wish they would shut the fuck up. I already can't read regular conversation cues, there's just no winning with this shit.

"I like your uh..." the man I've decided will henceforth be known as Sunshine drawls. "Apron."

I look down at myself, taking note of the dandelion yellow cloth stained with coffee at the bottom from an hour ago when it accidently dipped into a puddle of the stuff while I was cleaning up a spill someone hadn't even told me about only half an hour after opening.

"Thanks," I say, looking back up. "Company issued."

"Oh, we match!" Sunshine jokes, pointing at his grey jumpsuit. Alright, the man may be way too energetic for the morning, but at least he's entertaining about it. I take an actual look at his attire now, a janitors outfit with what I should've expected to be a Kronish Laboratory logo right above his name sewn onto the suit.

"That we do..." I glance at his nametag. "Futturman."

"Fut-turman, not Foot-turman," Sunshine corrects me.

"Oh shit. Shoot. Sorry, man," I laugh awkwardly, offering an apologetic smile as I pour the warm, steeped tea over the ice.

"Iced in Febuary?" He asks, giving me enough grace to not focus on the subject.

I feel my own blush creep onto my skin, a side effect from the name jumble and realizing I hadn't asked his preference. Get your head in the game, idiot.

"I can make you another, if you'd like," I offer sheepishly.

"No!" He blurts, straightening his posture and leaning against the counter. "I mean-" he coughs awkwardly, glancing away. "No, iced is good. I like iced, just uh- figured you... wouldn't have the same preference."

Please, God. It's too early for this.

"I don't like the hot to room temperature texture," I say awkwardly, searching for a lid. "Too... I don't know. Iced to room temperature is better."

"Totally agree," Sunshine says quickly.

Glad to know neither of us can interact with humans properly.

Another moment of awkward silence, except I know what to say this time.

"So, you work at the lab?" I ask. For the small moment I didn't have his attention, he seemed to be surveying the small cakes on display inside the counter beside me, looking at a little white cake with strawberry coating on top before turning back to me.

"Oh! Yeah, no, I just- Carl told me about the place, said I had to try it out," he says, shifting his weight as he stands. "Good vibes and all that."

"Carl..." I say, trying to remember if I've known a Carl.

"Big, like," he gestures his hands long then wide. "Works security, looks like," he makes a sort of stern, almost mean mug face. At that it clicks.

"Oh! Carl!" Deftones Guy. "Yeah, I know him," I say with a more relaxed smile, chuckling a little.

"Yeah, said you guys discuss music sometimes," he says, nodding enthusiastically like he's glad we know the same person.

"A little," I say, placing the drink on the counter. "Alright, Mr. Futturman. $6.70 is your total."

The dark haired man nods, pulling out a green wallet with an emblem on the front from one of his deep pockets. I try to get a clear look simply out of curiosity, but his large, tanned hand covers it too much for me to see what it is.

"Here you are," he says, handing me his card. There's more silence, this time comfortable as I swipe it, our machine beeping twice in decline. At the third beep, Sunshine begins to shift his weight again, licking and biting his bottom lip nervously.

"There should be money on there," he says with a nervous chuckle.

"Oh, it's the machine. It doesn't like working," I clarify. "One sec."

Quickly, I pound my palm into the righthand top corner of the device, right under the chip reader before inserting the blue, cloud covered card once more and waiting for the transaction to clear. At the much more calm, non-nuclear level beep we both breathe a sigh of relief as I return the card to him with a smile.

"Alright," he says with that bright tone to his voice once more. "Now I can see what's up."

We both can.

"I hope you have a good day, Mr. Futturman," I say brightly, still a tad pink from leftover embarrassment.

Sunshine nods and smiles at me, toasting his drink before turning from me and beginning to walk away, taking a sip of his drink and humming in approval, turning quickly and giving me a thumbs up before tripping over his own foot and stumbling into the door like a bit of an idiot, making me giggle slightly before I make myself look away to give him the same grace he'd given me earlier. And with that last exchange he's gone, and I'm free to return to my art.

The tall man looked sadly at- ah shit, I jumped ahead.

"I've waited for you my whole life. You could give me a goddamn answer, Future Man!" Tiger spat in anger and frustration, forcing the emotions she could barely even allow herself to feel overwhelm her in her attempts to communicate.

Emotional angst for my bright morning. God bless, Nick.

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As I push open the door to my apartment, my phone is buzzing with still silent notifications of what I can guarantee are Tumblr sourced. More specifically, Tumblr messaging sourced. As I push the door shut with my foot, one glance at my old, outdated phone confirms my thoughts.

felinehusband: Okay, give it to me straight.

I smile at the notification, allowing my oversized bag filled with too many items to clatter to the ground loudly, unlocking my phone and responding quickly.

icanfixhimdotorg: Dude.

I walk as I type, entering the kitchen and opening the door to the small freezer to see which cheap meal I'll try not to nuke tonight.

felinehusband: Dude? ,:)

I smile at the message, picking out chicken teriyaki as I hit send.

icanfixhimdotorg: Worth. The. Wait.

I cross to the beaten microwave, the appliance cheap and secondhand from Facebook marketplace. It's honestly a miracle the thing hasn't blown up in my face or given me detectable cancer, but despite the large dent on the side, still usable. Google said if the door still seals and there's no opening, it was safe. And it got that dent from me dropping it on the way inside the apartment on move in day after I already paid $50 for it after getting it from some overworked mom who hardly wanted to even charge that low. I sure as hell wasn't gonna get a refund, or anything functional for cheaper.

I leave my phone on the counter as I open the frozen meal, vent the film and slap it inside. Now to wait for seven minutes.

felinehusband: Oh thank GOD. I've been anxious all day.

I chuckle softly, smiling as I lean against the permanently grimy counter.

icanfixhimdotorg: I don't know why!! You always post such good work :)

felinehusband: Well, I post work that always has good reception.

icanfixhimdotorg: The difference?

felinehusband: ... I'll get back to you on that one lol

I tap my foot against the floor, listening to the muffled echo mix with the loud hum of the microwave as I stare ahead at the mint green, poorly painted wall in front of me.

icanfixhimdotorg: No cervix penetration?

There's plenty of ways to meet friends. I didn't not bank on responding to a request for beta readers for fanfiction for some moderate, slowly dying game fandom to be one of them.

felinehusband: ONE TIME!

The quick response makes me laugh, clicking off my phone as I turn my attention now to my waiting meal that I'm going to devour much too quickly while working lines for my production.

Nick and I started chatting about six months ago. I had already been following him for some of his shit posts, midnight blogging, and when he started posting fanfiction I was one of his first readers.

'Biotic Wars' doesn't have a particularly big following on Tumblr as it used to. When the game first came out, people were going insane over how to beat the final level. The community thrived from memes, overly elaborate theories, fanfiction, you name it. It helped that there was a huge boost in the gaming community in general around the time it came out, what with 'Five Nights at Freddy's' cranking out sequels faster than anyone could keep up with, 'Undertale' breaking out onto the scene a little bit later. The gaming side of Tumblr was alive and thriving, and the amount of overlapping there was between fandoms only made it bigger. That was how I found the fandom personally. That and binging several different speed-running videos.

At the point Nick came onto the scene, most had generally lost their interest in the unbeatable 'Biotic Wars.' The fans that remained did so out of genuine interest or hyperfixation instead of temporary trends, and while good work was still being posted, everyone had at that point either begun to shift their own writing focuses, lost time to post frequently, or shifted to other platforms such as Archive of Our Own and had stopped crossposting to their Tumblr. So a decent, well paced, new angst fic following a lone Wolf and Tiger reminiscing on their old journies together as they attempted to survive a bitter winter night without any supplies other than an old tarp being used as their only attempt of shelter as they attempt to ride out a storm after a mission gone wrong popped onto the scene, people were immediately captivated. And even though it was a one-shot, the work received enough attention that a spin-off fic was posted within the following 48 hours. And once those two had blown up, Nick was quickly recognized in the community for his content, shitposts and fics alike. And he was very lucky to have overwhelming positive feedback. Until his first smut, that is.

icanfixhimdotorg: Nico, baby. It's an important first step for every smut writer.

Oh, it was brutal. First, he decided to go off the deep end by just jumping straight into some tenticle situation for poor Tiger. Now, granted, he did post a poll before hand asking if we readers would enjoy the consumption of some outrageous shit, to which 78.8% of voters said yes, myself included. But when reading a 'baby's first smut' fic, one doesn't really expect... that. But I'll admit, it was surprisingly good quality. Until the cervix penetration.

"Coiling in her womb." Yeah, Tumblr had a fun day with that one.

It took less than a day for him to post that he was searching for smut consultants and beta readers, to which I responded both out of genuine interest and a bit of pity since I was sure his ask box was filling with several new comments. No one was surprised when he ended up turning off anon for a few days. And since I had responded to quite a few of his works/posts already, I was one of the lucky few selected for such a job since he recognized me. And once the doorway was opened for casual chatter, both of us just kind of never stopped. Either by constantly responding to each others posts, automatic reblogs at each notification of a new post, or messaging each other about our days kept us both sane as we tried to just survive each new day as adults.

I look up from my notebook where my tragic script is scratched across the $0.75 college notebook as I lazily attempt to memorize my lines while mostly keeping my eyes trained on the old TV in front of me to check the buzz from my phone, swiping it open to read the new message.

felinehusband: So how's season four going?

icanfixhimdotorg: Dude.

I watch the screen until I feel the phone buzz once more in my hand.

felinehusband: No spoilers!! I'm still trying to push through season three for you ;)

Nick was sweet. Good for a joke, claims he's a little awkward, but a good friend. Sweet enough that about two months ago he'd let it slip he'd begun watching my favorite show simply because "If I have to see you go insane over animated anthropomorphic animals interacting with humans again without context, I'm gonna lose it."

icanfixhimdotorg: Binge it!! You're gonna lose your mind!!

felinehusband: You're gonna delay part 10 lmao

As I take the last bite of my meal, I realize the time, sighing as I begin to do the mental math of how long I have until practice tonight. Knowing how little time I have to prepare, I pause the episode and type one last quick text.

icanfixhimdotorg: If it does, it's worth it honestly. You won't believe this shit, Nick.

As I stand from the sagging, horrendously textured couch I catch his parting message while I stretch, popping about five different spots in my back.

felinehusband: Okayokay, if it means I can read your over the top rants again, it's worth it :)

icanfixhimdotorg: Excellent. Got to go, showering for practice tonight.

I trail quickly through the small apartment, grabbing whatever clothes are passable in public while remaining comfortable enough to sleep in when I immediately collapse into my bed around 11 tonight, an old, tattered, turquoise towel I'd stolen from my parents when I moved out, and grabbing my soap from the kitchen sink before making my way to the bathroom. Listen, Seventh Generation is cheap and works just as good on the human body as it does on dishes, alright? I'm trying to get a mortgage one day.

As I wait for the water to shift from its arctic temperature to something more bearable, I check my phone one more time to quickly reblog a gifset and read Nick's departing message.

felinehusband: Knock 'em dead, Mercutio :)

felinehusband: Also, I need some input later tonight for this like. Slowburn thing. May be an AU. Not sure, we'll see. I'm thinking coffee shop

Ah, yes.

icanfixhimdotorg: A classic.

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I'm making no current promises on how frequently I update this series. Hopefully it'll be something I can work on while working and such, but we'll see what happens. My current hope is to post at minimum one request and hopefully one part for this series per week. However I will warn one of my current projects is about to wrap up, meaning I'm going to have to focus on that next week as much as possible, meaning I probably won't get anything done writing wise next week unless I aim for a drabble or headcanons. And even then I'm not sure I'll have time for actually editing and such, so don't be surprised if the only content you get next week is some rambles like I've been doing for Peeta lately or nothing at all. Alright, love y'all!! Stay safe, stay healthy <33 see you next time.

Taglist:

@cassiecasluciluce @gh0u1ishly @joshhutchersons-slut @schmidtsbimbo @sugarevans @wompwompwomp57 . Thank you for your support pookies!!! <3

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[silverskye13]

Hello! I'm one of your readers and admirers, been sending asks before too - it's just the topic makes me self-conscious.

You're writing very long and articulated things, with intricate details, and you're pretty darn good at it - so I believe you can give advice here. Do you ever feel discomfort/anxiety about writing long works in form like "it will take me ages to do it, and if I can't finish it will haunt me forever"? Do you have any methods of fighting it?

Oh hmm. Well! I used to have those anxieties yes. I haven't had them for a while. My method of fighting it is less of a fight, and more of a,,, change in perspective I suppose.

So, I don't go into any project assuming I will finish it.

Now, important note: I go into every project wanting to finish it. Most things I work on, especially long form things, have a finish line. I know generally how I want the story to go, and why, and I go into it knowing that it will change and evolve as the project continues. The finish line might get farther away, or rarely, closer, if I cut things down.

But I've stopped assuming something I start will ever get done.

This does a few things for me. Firstly, it takes away the guilt of "but if I don't finish! I won't be able to live with myself!" My goal was never to finish, so there is no guilt attached to not finishing.

[Well, that's a lie. I do feel a little guilty about unfinished projects, but it's "I should get back around to that someday" guilt, and not "this is a personal failing that is indicative of my character" guilt.]

The other thing that not starting a project purely to finish it does, is it recontextualizes your goals and rewards. The good feelings you get from working on the project, and making your shorter term goals, becomes the motivation to keep working on it, as opposed to a much farther away and more ephemeral end goal of "done someday."

If you have already made the goal of "done someday" on a long term project, and you have pinned your sense of success to it, the best advice I personally can give, is to unpin your sense of success from that far away point. That point might be years away, and while some people can definitely wait years for payoff, I, personally, can't. I need something closer and smaller. Otherwise I get worn down and tired, because I am slogging on something very emotionally taxing that isn't paying me back in any way. Why would I do that? That's very rude to myself! We don't suffer for art around here!

I would recommend instead, picking a closer point. If you're writing a long fic, pick a scene you really want to reach. [I pick several. If you ever hear me ramble about "story arcs" it's a product of this.] If you're making a comic, pick a scene, chapter/page number, or character introduction you're excited for. If you're making a video game, pick several programming or story milestones, etc.

Base your success on reaching those milestones. You will get your dopamine rush from Doing The Thing. Congratulate yourself! Bask in it! Celebrate the small milestone the same way you would the finish line. Buy a favorite treat, take the weekend off to rest, gush about it to your friends. It might feel silly the first few times you do it. That's fine! You're training your brain to appreciate milestones. Your brain will figure out what you're doing and get with the program.

Aside from milestone goals, I think it's also good to remember, a project is never abandoned if you don't want it to be? Like, really embrace that idea. Unless some fortune teller has divined the exact date and time of your death, for all you know, you have ten, twenty, hell, fifty years to finish your project. Long Term Project has no end date [unless you are professionally publishing something with a company, in which case, you have negotiated your end date with a client.] You can say "I'm tired of this for now", drop it and come back later. You aren't a failure for needing a break -- even if that break spans years, and you pick up 3 more long term projects in between. I have been working on a webcomic for 3 years now. It has 30 pages, and I take 6 months breaks in between working on it. I don't see that as a personal failing.

I don't know, I feel like this is getting a bit incoherent. Long story short: most people's anxieties about long term projects [and their ability to finish them] have to do with being deeply unkind to themselves, I feel. You aren't a publishing house. You aren't a TV show producer. You aren't a film director. You are one person, working on something potentially massive. Recognize that will take time. Recognize taking your time isn't a bad thing. Recognize you might need to take breaks -- long ones. Recognize that you need sustaining goals that are small yes, smaller than finishing, but also deeply, deeply important. And also recognize if you can't finish your long term project? That's not a moral failing. You're allowed to walk down the road with an idea, love it to bits, and then change enough as a person through the process, that it no longer serves you. And then you can drop it.

Do not make the end goal of a long project your finish line. If you do, every project you don't finish is a disappointment. Make finishing the project the happy accident that came from working on it long enough.

[127tyong]

Graduation

if you suffer from depression or suicidal thoughts, please skip this one. remember to read the warnings.

this content may be traumatizing or hard to read for younger audiences.

a second version of this story will be released that removes the bigger triggers.

Pairing: Jeno X Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Porn Star Jeno AU

Warnings: SA (on reader), forced pregnancy, emotional abuse and exploitation, date rape drugging, suicide

Word Count: 2.0k

"You're hot then cold. Warm enough to kiss my lips in the morning, but cold enough for me to question if you even love me…"

Part 3 of 4: Autumn- Graduation

"Fuck, it's so deep inside me! Harder!" The girl in the apartment next to yours was screaming her heart out.

"Say my name you fucking bitch." You heard a man slap her.

"Jeno!" She moaned.

"Good girl." 

You moved into your apartment a few weeks ago. Everyday it was like this. Jeno would bring over a girl and fuck her for hours. You were the unfortunate person who lived next to him, on the otherwise vacant 12th floor of your apartment building.

You and Jeno had fairly different schedules, so you never bumped into him in the halls… nor did you even know what he really looked like.

But today, enough was enough. You had to confront him yourself.

You knocked on his door a few hours later.

"Who is it?" Jeno yelled.

"Your neighbor." You yelled back.

"Oh, shit!" You heard Jeno hiss through the door, then open it. "What can I do for you?"

"I moved here a few weeks ago… And I just want to ask if you could possibly… Um…" You tried to sort your words. "Keep it down when you're…"

Jeno nodded, clicking his tongue. "Got it. To be honest, I didn't know someone moved in, I thought I was the only person on this floor…"

"Alright. Thanks, that's all." You awkwardly shuffled out of the hall and back into your apartment.

~ 

But the very next day, the screams and moans were just as loud, if not louder. You quickly realized… it wasn't Jeno. Jeno was probably watching porn…

You decided to knock on his door. Then you turned the door knob, not knowing it was unlocked…

He wasn't watching porn. He was holding a camera. He's a porn star.

~

Jeno invited you over to his place after everyone else left. "I should explain… And you shouldn't sit there." He stopped you from sitting on his couch. 

"Oh." You noticed someone's… bodily fluids.

"Just sit right there." He pointed at a dining chair.

You sat across from Jeno.

"I… do porn. And I record it all here." Jeno blushed. "The apartment owner let me have my own floor as long as I paid him, but I guess… You're here now too."

"Well… yeah." You didn't really have a response.

"I just want to say I'm really sorry." Looking around his apartment, you noticed a bunch of designer products around. His shoes, rings… even his lamp.

"How much are you making?" You blurted out. "Sorry, that's rude, I shouldn't-"

"50 thousand a month." Jeno responded. "But usually I'm the one filming it, not in it…"

You sighed. "That's… crazy."

"If you ever need money you should film with me." Jeno looked you in the eye. "You're pretty enough to."

"I, um…" You were thinking of a valid excuse to leave, when Jeno started laughing.

"I'm fucking with you." He scoffed. "I'm not fucking my next door neighbor."

You awkwardly laughed. "I know I crossed a line by asking how much you make…"

"Do you want some tea or anything?" Jeno stood up. 

You stood up as well. "Actually, I think I should be going…"

Jeno showed you out. "Please, don't be afraid to knock or something when we get too loud. Or can you give me your number?"

You shook your head, already out the door. "It's fine. Can you just knock and make sure I'm not home yet before you start filming?"

"Will do, neighbor."

~

You could tell Jeno was really trying his hardest to stay quiet, which you appreciated. The only thing that really bothered you was…

He seemed too comfortable with you.

"Hey!" Jeno banged on your door repeatedly with both fists.

You ran to open the door, thinking maybe there was an emergency. 

"Can I come in?" Jeno let himself in before you could even say no. "One of the girls fucking squirted all over my couch. I wanna watch TV. I brought some beer!"

You watched him, nearly ready to punch him.

"Do you have Hulu?"

"No, I don't…" You gritted through your teeth.

"Let me log in. You can use my account later if you want."

"Jeno." You sighed. "I-"

"Should I deliver some food? I'll buy some for you too, if you want."

You can't really turn down free food… "I guess."

Jeno plopped on your couch then hit the seat next to him. "Sit."

You did as told. "What do you want to eat?"

"You choose." Jeno wrapped his arm around your shoulder and continued to scroll, his head hitting yours.

You thought it was… weird how quickly Jeno began to get close to you, but you figured it was just part of the job, he's probably usually inside girls after 5 minutes. "Chinese?"

"Sure." His thighs touched yours. 

You tried to shift away, but he was holding onto you tight.

"I was thinking," Jeno turned on Euphoria. "You and I never really got to know each other properly."

"Yeah…" You were… too awkward. Too unsure.

"Well, let me tell you about myself then."

The rest of the night was filled with Chinese food and Jeno talking about his life, how he wanted to become a K-Pop idol with his friend, Jaemin, but failed, and ended up becoming a porn star since he failed high school and never graduated.

He treated you like he was his best friend. When he laughed, he would slap your arm, and his eyes turned into crescent moons.

Maybe you judged him too quickly and he just needed friends…

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"Shit." You looked into your bank app 2 weeks later. You had a negative balance.

You thought about what Jeno told you…

You had no choice, besides, Jeno seemed like he would be able to loan you some money anyways…

You knocked on his door. 

He came out, his hair disheveled, only in his boxers. "What-"

You walked inside. "I need your help."

Jeno closed the door behind him. "What?" His voice was husky, probably from just waking up. 

"You said if I ever needed money…"

"You wanna film something with me?" Jeno smirked, crossing his arms. 

"No, look at my bank-"

"I'm fucking with you." Jeno opened his refrigerator, taking out a water pitcher. "I can lend you the money if you don't actually want to record me fucking you."

"Really?" You ran to Jeno and hugged him. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you!"

Jeno hugged you back. "Actually, you don't have to pay me back."

"Then…"

"I want you to fuck me with the cameras off."

You waited for Jeno to start laughing. "..." 

"I'm not joking." Jeno kissed your cheek. "You woke me up in the middle of a wet dream, and I need you to fix this."

"But I-" You wanted to explain you could pay him back.

"Do you want the money or not?" Jeno sat on his couch.

You went over to him and got on your knees.

"Smart girl."

You finally realized why he was a porn star. Beyond his abs and his generally attractive face, his cock was long and thick. It had to have been at least 9 inches…

"I don't- I um… Can I just pay you back?" You backed up.

Jeno stood up. "You want to back out now? No." And he shoved his dick down your throat, face fucking you.

"Jeno!" You tried to scream but you were muffled from his cock going down your throat.

"Such a pretty girl, you take my cock so well…" Jeno cooed at you, even though only half of it was in your mouth.

You tried to tap out as Jeno went deeper into your mouth, but your slaps were only met with laughter.

"You can take it, I know you can. Be a good girl for me and I'll give you a reward, okay?"

You felt like your neck was bulging out from how thick Jeno's dick was, and all you could hear besides your gagging was your saliva dripping onto the floor. It hurt, but somehow, the lightheadedness made you a bit wet…

Jeno pulled out and came onto your face. He went into another room and handed you a stack of 100s, slamming it onto the coffee table behind you.

"Is that enough?" He sighed, sliding a hoodie and some shorts on.

You nodded. "Can I wash my face?"

"Actually, you need to get out right now." Jeno turned the TV on.

You grabbed the money and ran back to your apartment to wash your face off. You felt… weird. This is what you wanted, and honestly, you could say you were… okay with it. And that pissed you off.

You went on with your day. You went to the bank and deposited the money. You came home and had dinner.

And Jeno did too.

"Hey…" Jeno knocked on your door a few days later. "My kettle broke… Can I use yours?"

"Uh… sure." You began to heat up the kettle as Jeno took some tea bags out of his pocket.

He made two cups of tea.

"Oh, Jeno, I don't really like tea…" You grumbled.

"Just try it. Just one glass. For me?" Jeno pouted.

"Fine…" You drank it with sugar.

"Shall we get to the real reason I'm here?" And with that, you fell on your knees, pulling Jeno's sweats down, dick already hard. You gagged a bit when it first entered your mouth, but you got used to it rather quickly.

Jeno grabbed your head, annoyed with how slow you were going, shoving it on and off his cock like you were a doll.

"Fucking-" Jeno hissed, pulling your head off him. "Up." He pulled you up by your head. "Bend over." He slammed you over the nearest table.

He ripped your jeans off you, feeling your slit.

"Jeno, I'm-"

"Quiet." He grabbed your thigh, his fingers gripping you so hard you thought it would leave a bruise the next day.

"Jeno…" You mewled as his middle and ring finger began to pump inside you.

"God, you're so fucking wet…" Jeno whispered. 

"Just… put it inside me." You insisted, the pressure getting to you.

"I like your style." Jeno slammed himself into you.

He felt bigger than when he slammed his cock down your throat… You were going to be so sore tomorrow. The way he stretched you out and his tip hit your cervix was all too much.

But it felt so good…

"Jeno." You whined. "You're in too deep…"

"You're fine." He began massaging your breasts, pinching your nipples.

You hated how you mindlessly moaned, covering your mouth with your hand.

He pulled out and came on your back, his cum trickling onto your hair. He ran and grabbed a paper towel, wiping it off your back. You sat on your couch, Jeno sitting next to you.

Jeno wrapped a blanket over you and him, pulling you to rest on his shoulder.

"I'll give you more money tomorrow." Jeno fell asleep on your couch with your head on his chest.

~

You woke up on your couch, alone, a stack of cash next to your head being the only thing keeping you warm.

You and Jeno avoided each other for the next few weeks. Jeno brought girls around to his place without warning you. It was… grating. It's not like you were in love with Jeno, but you certainly thought you two were able to at least talk to each other…

You knocked on Jeno's door.

"Can I help you?" He was wearing a suit, albeit without a shirt underneath.

"Um… I'm out of sugar! Making an apple… pie! I need sugar. Can you spare me a cup?" You fumbled around with your words.

"You're baking and you don't even have sugar?" Jeno scoffed. "You're such a bad liar. Just come in."

You followed him into his bathroom, hair gel and hairspray on the countertops. "I just… was wondering how you were. But it seems like you're fine, so I'll just go-"

His lips crashed onto yours, his teeth almost hitting yours. "I fucking missed you. Why didn't you come over here?"

You pushed him away, your hand on his bare chest. "Jeno, I just wanted to make sure you weren't dead. That's all."

Jeno rolled his eyes, running his hands through his hair, fixing it in place with gel. "Well?"

"...You're alive. So I'll leave." You stepped out.

Jeno grabbed you by your waist, pulling you back into a back hug. "You can't leave."

You stopped yourself from scoffing at Jeno. "Who are you to control me?"

Jeno placed his palm on your stomach. "Because I put something inside you, didn't I? Honey, you're not on birth control, aren't you? Of course, I had to wait 3 weeks to make sure, but… shouldn't you be getting your period today? I read your calendar."

You thought of the way you woke up on the couch. That night… you were too out of it. How could he open and close the front door without you waking up? "What the fuck did you do to me while I was asleep, Jeno?" You thought of the tea. He put something in your tea…

"Nothing I wouldn't have done while you were awake. But… just without you knowing." Jeno's grip around your waist got tighter. "Pregnancy porn is a really popular porn category. Don't worry, I'll take care of you and the baby until… the 5 month mark? When you start showing, maybe? Then you'll have to work for your money."

"Jen-" Jeno let go of your waist and spun you around, caressing your cheek with one hand, the other hand gripping on your shoulder.

"Quit your job. I'll take care of you from now on. You and that baby are mine." Jeno let go of you. "I have to go to work now. Another girl will be here in a minute. Get the fuck out of my apartment, you fucking whore."

Tears brimmed in your eyes as the reality of your situation sunk in. 

"I told you to get out."

Your feet felt heavy.

"Now."

You gasped for air, your chest unable to breathe.

"Fucking- you're only good for one thing and you still want to act like this?" Jeno slapped you across the face. "Can't even fucking cook, God, I should've chosen a better girl. Oh, you know that kid is getting put up for adoption when it comes out of you, right? I'm not paying you child support." Jeno grabbed you by the hair, dragging you out of the bathroom. "Leave."

And you left.

But the abuse didn't end.

You gave birth on a cold day in October, when you gave up your daughter, and you would leave Jeno.

It snowed for the first time of the year the day you finally left.

And you could be... Happy. As happy as you could be.

You went into Jeno's cabinets and brewed a cup of tea with ten tea packets in it.

You walked into the forest with your warm mug in the palm of your hand, sitting under an oak tree. And when you drank it, you were warm.

Until your body went cold.

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

Picky NB reader again, I remembered something else. I'm curious why when you play as a man, the RO choices ban you from Beth, stating she only dates women (fair enough, obvs), but she still goes for nonbinary MC's. That's all fine, but then when you meet Teddie, he states he's gay (meaning he's only into men) but he /doesn't/ go for nonbinary MCs. From where I'm standing (as an nb reader) this looks like a discrepancy of some sort, but I'm not the author, so I obviously can't say what the reasoning is behind it. I don't mind RO's being gender locked, a labeled queer character should in fact be written as being their chosen label, otherwise what the hell are you using that term for, I'm just not getting what the difference is between lesbian Beth dating nbs and gay Teddie not. It would probably bother me less if I didn't keep coming across this exact set up, where the gay guy won't go for nbs but the gay woman will. It starts to feel icky after awhile. I don't mean to complain so much to you, but I love your game enough to take the time to think and complain about it and you're the first author I've come across that I felt could understand what I'm saying and why. I once came across an IF where an RO only dated men & women and not nb MCs and I was like ???? While it would be awesome to actually be an alien instead of just feeling like one, I am sadly a regular human nb (the nb MC was also not an alien.) Someone who dates humans should probably date nbs, I mean, not to toss out big scary words, but its kinda transphobic (and super weird) otherwise. But I didn't love the story and the author came across as very straight and cis, so, like, why bother? Anyway, I love and appreciate you in a queer stranger on the internet way, sorry if this is rude or presumptuous or bothering in someway, I'm trying to come across as wanting to open a dialogue, not attack you, and I hope I conveyed the tone correctly? If not, I'm sorry, I don't want to make you feel bad or discouraged, I really do love your game and your writing and appreciate it a lot. <3

Yeah so I honestly think I kind of fumbled a bit there.

Like, how to put this...

Beth I pictured as lesbian as in not into men.

Teddie I pictured as gay as in exclusively into men.

But these are the only two gender-restricted characters, and having both of them creates this odd situation where, as you rightly mention, this feels uneven when you look at DYVJ as a whole.

So yeah. I'll probably futz around with Teddie's stuff a bit. Mostly I'm just not sure on how to properly implement certain tinkering (I do want Teddie to be able to recognise MLM specifically, but I don't want that to get weird with not!guys)

[hillbillyoracle]

My Care Kit

I've hesitated posting about this because I know it's not hard for this to get to the wrong side of the site - because even though there's been an awesome shift in the conversation about how care can look at different levels of functioning, we're still not really there yet. So if you're rude in the comments, tags, or reblogs, expect to blocked. Cause I just don't have it in me.

With that out of the way, I wanted to talk about what's been allowing me to be infinitely more regular with skincare, grooming, and to a lesser degree dental routines - my care kit.

It's not mindblowing or original. I basically just took all the stuff I was storing in the bathroom and store it in my bedroom to use there. I'm sure plenty of people have figured this out before me but it took me a minute to realize how helpful this is.

So what's in here?

Skincare

CeraVe AM Moisturizer

The Ordinary Hyaluronic Acid

Good Molecules Discoloration Correcting Serum

CereVe "in the Tub" - Moisturizing Cream

Differin Gel*

*Differing Gel is something I only use when I take this kit to the bathroom as it's important to wash your hands after using a retinol

"But you're supposed to use it on wet skin!" - yeah I know. I keep a small spray bottle in here to wet my skin before applying

"But that can mold!" - yeah I know. It's a small one and I use it up in a few days before I need to refill it. I try to clean it regularly too.

But ultimately done is better than none. I accept some risk in order to make this accessible to me. My skin is no longer so dry it's cracking and getting infected. Thank god.

Grooming

Native Deodorant - Black Oak + Amber

Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab & Sphere and Sundry - Her Eyes That Were Full of Shining Perfume Oil

Kat Von D - Everlasting Liquid Lipstick in "Witches"

Besame Cosmetics - Black Cake Mascara

Tweezerman Tweezers

I don't use all of this all of the time but I appreciate having the option. Sometimes you know you're not getting out of bed but you'd like to look nice. Sometimes looking nice helps you get out of bed.

Not pictured but I keep a small mirror on my shelf near where I store this bag. I use that for make up and tweezing. When tweezing, I wipe the edges off with a tissue then toss it the next time I get up. I also rinse it the next time I use it at the sink. Not perfect, I know. But it helps.

I do have a facial razor in here, but I only use that at the sink at the moment. I also want to swap from disposable to reusable soon. But baby steps and all that.

Dental

And now for the part that will horrify some people and be saving grace to others.

Disposable pre-pasted toothbrushes

Sea to Summit Collapsible Cup with Lid

I won't be accepting comments on this. It's personal and I hesitated to share this because I know it's polarizing. But I know there's something like me out there for whom this would help a ton.

I have a horrible reaction to most toothpastes. I'm talking brush my teeth for 2 minutes, shitting on the toilet for multiple hours afterwards bad. It is miserable and makes me terrified to brush my teeth. I also have just always struggled with it and been shamed a lot for it.

These dang pre-pasted toothbrushes for some reason I do not react to. Idk if it's the fact I toss them after or the paste they're using somehow doesn't have the thing I'm reacting to but I can finally brush my teeth without unbearable cramps afterward.

I recommend them for people who are depressed, bedbound, or otherwise can't get to the sink to brush their teeth though. For me it falls into the camp of medical waste - which no one should be shaming anyone for - if it's this or nothing.

The collapsible cup will also put some people off. What I do is spit into the cup, cap it, then empty and clean it whenever I get up next. Gross? Maybe. But it works. I've not had issues with smell this way and since it's capped, there's no way to spill it if I lose my balance or accidentally kick it.

Miscellaneous

Holotaco Nail Kit

Badger Sleep Balm

The nail kit was a gift and boy oh boy is it nice. You don't need this one but something like this is a godsend. It is so nice to be able to clip nails back, file them, and clean them up without needing to like make a session of it in the bathroom. I'm considering adding my fav base coat, nail polish, and top coat so I can more easily paint them too.

Badger Sleep Balm has become a part of how I wind down and also how I help recover from panic attacks. I've taught myself some basics of self massage and use this to make it go a little easier. I really recommend learning. There are some good videos on youtube and I get fewer cricks in my neck now.

Conclusion

I really hope this helps someone out. Maybe this doesn't suit your particular use case but I hope it serves as an example that sometimes you're not keeping your desired routines because the environment needs a redesign and sometimes that requires thinking outside the box a little.

[smilepilled]

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Something adjacent to a "DNI" / "BYI" post, but the first is useless, therefore this counts more of a guideline/keeping-track-of-stuff post. Please proceed with caution, as multiple distressing groups (&& topics) are mentioned.

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Before anything else, I'd like to state (similarly to the first tag on this post) that I do not particularly take DNI lists seriously (namely for myself, me-using-them in specific). I will block liberally, and if you don't smell like an ass, you might be easily able to be near me while mentioned below. Naturally, some things are "dealbreakers" for me, and I will punt you (on sight) to the sun itself. Do know that so long as you are a polite and/or kind person I will most likely not care about your stances — given you're not insane over discourse, that is. Alongside that, I will also be very clumsy with keeping track of this, so a heads up is always appreciated if you gotta — otherwise, block me yourself, curate your experience.

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Below are a handful of things that might be reason for people to turn around and/or block. This is not extensive, and may be updated in the future.

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I am significantly impulsive (though this has come to be way better than in the past, it's still here), I am sensitive/sensive albeit able to control my reactions to things (though not perfectly), I may have a short fuse with some things in some moments (and then extremely patient as well, in other moments), I have and will make mistakes with my wording in general && towards people (disability + not native english speaker), I can be extremely blunt to the point I may sound rude or obnoxious (it isn't intentional, keep that in mind), I do not tolerate people being shitty towards anyone (including myself), I do not accept binarification and policing of people's experiences-labels-existences (heavily), I am against radical ideology of any kinds (I'm looking at you, radfems. if youre a bioessentialist you should give up entirely), I am an anarchist and I do not like political figures no matter if they claim to be liberal or leftist (there should be no left VS right, only people VS authority).

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Anyone falling under any of the following categories will be most likely blocked on sight, as well as potentially reported depending on the case. This isn't a "DNI", this is just a list of things/groups/stances that are repulsive to me. The following sectors are separated for the sake of organization, and not in order of importance. This list is not extensive and may change over time.

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✦ — A — rad‐‐queers/xeno‐‐satanists, rad‐‐fems/exclusionary "feminists"/febfems/"golden star" idiots/tradfems/many libfems, exclusionists of any kind (including those against clashing labels & good-faithed, authentic identification), racist and/or xenophobic (anti-black, asian-hating, islam-antagonizing, nazi‐punks, indigenous‐dehumanist, eugenist, colorist, zionist, et cetera), bioessentialist/gender essentialist/sex essentialist/genitalist/the like (INCLUDES LINKING TRANS EXPERIENCES TO CERTAIN BIOSEX CHARACTERISTICS OR GENITALS, AND THOSE WHO UTILIZE TERMS LIKE "TMA"/"TME" IGNORANTLY), [inter]sexist, [trans-/bi-] misogynist [-noir], ableists/sanists (e.g.: uses the R word against others regardless of "being able to reclaim", narc/borderline abuse believer, capitalist, etc.), classist/elitist, (often) the high class(es), reactionary imbeciles, supportive of cops/against ACAB, cringe culture believer, those who don't question authority figures, uses the term "degenerate" casually (eugenistic origins; i don't mind if it's consensual kinky shit or reclamation though) ;

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✦ — B — speaks over trans men & transmasc voices ("doesn't believe" in their unique form of oppression, whatever term is used for that), speaks over complex/"confusing" identifying (EXISTING) queers, any sub-community gatekeepers of queer experiences ("xyz term is label exclusive!", which is frequently BS; culture-related labels aren't included in this), political lesbianists/"gold star" bullshit (puritism, sex shaming, dehumanization DOES NOT FIT with feminism, lesbianism and sapphism), label/experience cops & pro-cops at pride ;

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✦ — C — medical field bootlicker (it is filled with eugenics and intersexism), neutral/uncaring about the ongoing horrors in the world (any and all countries/peoples involved!!), syscourser*, against self diagnosis (which is classist, racist, etc.), self-diagnosed with unproper research, casually uses disorder/condition terms as a joke, appropriates group-specific/medical language, vivzmedia & funamusea supporter (idc about pfps or art usage but i am wary/weirded out by certain character choices), proshipper/comshipper/"darkshipper" & antishipper/shipwars (harrassment over ships is fucking goofy, but so are "uwu" abusive ships), flop/annoying humour accounts (don't take this to heart), people who do not even try to be kind/respectful/decent in any sort of situation (this hasn't to do with empathy or anything similar). — I CAN SEE YOU — ✦

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❕️ * — I physically cannot care about syscourse, as it drains my psychological and physical wellbeing; I have mixed opinions on it, and I'm majoritarily against (potentially or fully) dangerous practices. This includes but is not limited to: selling alters, "syshopping", "giving alters" and much more. I am literally just in my zone; i'm a —1A having individual; I theoretically fit under "traumagenic" and "median", if that matters at all.

I am also not positive towards tulpas && similar practices, due to how these communities are very often racist and appropriate culture — this doesn't count towards general spiritual practice, and specifically is aimed at cultural appropriation. additionally, I do not use the term system for myself OR for those with DID/OSDD1/UDD — i use plural, multiple, and pw(DID/USDD1/UDD). I apologize if that bothers you but it's way better for me personally (and for antis: "system" is a endo-inclusive term abranging more than just DID/OSDD/UDD, disorder-wise.).

IN SHORT, anyone can interact regarding this, but I will block if i see sketchy shit — do not bring such discourse, or any discourse, near me. I dont care if you involve yourself in it, and I will ignore your posts about it like my life depends on it (my health does). I also wholeheartedly believe in/agree with the "FUCK THE MEDICAL SECTOR" sentiment, for it is full of eugenism and intersexism — what we currently know is hanged above our heads.

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Thank you for reading, and have a marvelous day. Make sure to take a sip of water and eat something. May grace accompany on your journey. ^,.,^

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[alanaplucked]

Sonata

part three

part four| masterlist

Matty assumed he had been staring at the ceiling for at least an hour. The silence was beginning to irritate him, a vast comparison to the scenery he was used to.

His mind was stuck on a loop, looking in on one specific emotion; one he tried so hard to overlook. To which he could not deal with anymore.

He soon found himself slinging a sweatshirt over himself and padding down the creaky staircase towards the outdoor studio. Unaware of the faint incandescent light radiating from the upper window.

Love found herself cross legged on the floor with an acoustic in grip. Eyes scanning the various books and papers around her, occasionally bending down to scribble something new down.

Her mind worked wonders in the late hours yet nights like these drained her emotionally, despite the great song material she got. Back facing the door as she intently mustered up potential lyrics in her head.

Her fingers tenderly picked the strings as lyrics just above a whisper fell from her mouth. She knew the song being conjured up wouldn't be heard to anybody but her, it was too impassioned. It could only act cathartically.

Yet the frame leaning against the door said otherwise. His stare acted unnoticed. It was pure and he found himself dazed at the young girl.

A sight so raw and unintentional, a sense of intruding struck over him as the room fell silent following the last strum. He knew he wasn't able to leave without her turning and noticing him followed by an awkward next encounter.

"That was so alluring - sorry I didn't know you would be in here I didn't wanna interrupt" He had added on once she spun around. A small sense of shock on her face.

"Oh god no don't be sorry. I'm the one who's not actually meant to be in here" Love’s cheeks had flushed, she wasn't usually nervous but considering Matty had walked in on such a vulnerable moment. "Let me just grab my stuff, I'll be out of your-"

"No no don't, I mean I don't think I would be able to deal with the silence. That's why I came in here" Matty hadn't recalled deciding to be so honest, though it came naturally.

"yeah it can get like that" Love spoke slowly lowering herself back into her original position. A low silence fell between them. A warm glow saturated the room, lamps were littered upon the studio. She found it comforting and supposed her father had too.

"I couldn't imagine living here" His body was now slouched against the leather couch only a couple metres away from herself. Sincerity radiated from him as his head dropped back against the brown leather. "I need the city noise"

"I try not to most of the time; live here that is" It was true though she hated to admit it. Yet she had imagined Matty had noticed she wasn't here the entire two months they had been recording.

"Do you not then feel like you're taking it for granted" Despite the nature of the question it didn't come across rude or prodding. Now meeting her gaze he could tell she was slightly uncomfortable.

Love was slightly confused, this wasn't the Matty Healy she had googled only a couple hours ago. Leaving the studio that morning led her to be curious of the new face. "yes and no. I feel like it's a small dose kind of thing. you can appreciate it only when it's necessary, plus i've spent my whole life here"

An uncomfortable silence was now lingering, well maybe that feeling was one sided because Love was at peace picking the strings of her guitar, despite her feeling his stare follow her every move.

"I listened to your album, you know, it was very impressive. I mean when I was seventeen I was writing about sex and girls with boyfriends" He was the first to break the silence and a small smirk rose upon her face though she was weary of whether he could see it or not.

"Is that surprising that I liked it?" He had noticed.

Straightening her face and turning to face him "at first, but I don't know any musician that is only subject to their own genre"  Her statement was followed by a low hum on his end.

"So what kind of music do you like?" Matty couldn't help but prod.

"Anything really" Love’s fingers were still picking and Matty wondered if it would lull him to sleep.

"Anything?" His voice echoed her own and she had to stop herself from looking up at him. Keeping an overly disinterested act as though she were far too busy for such a conversation.

"Yeah I guess-" It was true. Love’s father had produced a variety of different genres and his record collection was just about diverse as New York City.

"What so like metal to classical" Matty couldn't imagine this girl listening to anything different to her innocent guitar picking. It was silly of him to imagine that the daughter of one of the best producers in the world only listened to the top 40.

Love was confused to say the least but a small smirk picked up her lips and she scribbled down another lyric. surprised she would still be able to work while holding such a conversation. It helped she couldn't look him in the eye though she was starting to realise he's not as intimidating as he seemed hours ago.

"those are very basic genres, the average normy would listen to those without thought. plus, you can't say you like music if you disregard 99.9% of it"

"the average normy?, what are you implying we are?" Love realised she hadn't heard him laugh and she wished nothing more than to play it on repeat. If she could make him laugh like that again she thought she would be content forever.

"well obviously geniuses, or deities at least"

"ok, so let me get this right you listen to everything offered under the sun except my music" He had simply assumed. And by the look on her face as she got up to swap guitars- he was right, she had no clue as to who he was until she was caught in the studio.

"I actually listened to your album-" Love turned herself around to sit back in her spot that was now occupied by Matty, eyes scanning her lyrics.

"I'm sure you did" His head rose with a smirk; that was until her saw her frozen in the middle of the room, eyes burning on his finger trailing the fourth line of her page.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"

"yeah you shouldn't have" Love got herself to finally move and pick her journal up when he cowered back.

He sat back in shock at her current change in demeanour and said something he probably shouldn't have. "how'd you make an album if you can't handle someone reading your lyrics"

She felt the gentle tug at the tears gathering in her eyes as she moved to tidy the chaos she had wrought in the studio.

"that wasn't for an album, it wasn't for you, not for anyone" it came out gentle, Matty hated how beautiful he thought she sounded.

"it should be"

"excuse me?"

"that's better than anything you've got out there, truthfully. Are you making another album?" Frankly Matty had been feigning for more after listening to her album all those months ago. She hadn't gone on a tour, done any shows, press, there were no unreleased leaks, no covers on social media; she hadn't even had an account on anything. The most he had found was an old youtube video her father had posted of her singing 'both sides now' when she was twelve.

"not for a long long time" She had calmed herself. She thought as though Matty would 5150 her after reading what she had wrote.

"like Fiona Apple?" He had lit a cigarette now and reclined into the base of the couch, she had been leaning her hands back into the desk.

"Sure, she's great"

[turtlesocksv2]

Liveblogging DFF episode 9

last time we checked in, Non was having just the Worst Time Possible, everyone was trying to cover their asses and Phi was entering into Murder/Detective Mode.

i know i've said it before but god the opening credits are SO GOOD. i don't think we appreciate them enough.

We're back in the present day! it's been so long! Tan is fucking brave to fight Fluke for the gun.

IT'S WHITE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR TRIPOD! BAH GOD THAT MAN HAD A FAMILY! love you white you're doing amazing sweetie.

...there was just a water bottle there at the shrine? and it looked opened? are you actually going to drink that? at least you smelled it first??? Ahhhh but notice Phi doesn't drink it! he lets Jin drink it but doesn't do it himself! my sus king.

"Why are you being so nice to me" i mean, dude is at least nominally your friend and you dislocated your shoulder or whatever and there's a killer out there after you guys? i think that'd be cause enough for Phi to be nice lmao. I get it though, Jin, i get it.

Aha, so we've got some timeline stuff. PhiJin absolutely happened POST PhiNon, which i had seen some intriguing theories that maybe PhiJin was actually first but this is confirmation otherwise. also that Jin very much had feelings for Phi but Phi was the one pushing the friends agenda, which we mostly knew.

Jin on that "you like Tan!" shit again, no wonder Phi didn't want to be in a relationship with your insecure self lmao. Tan is just his Bestie who helps with his Plucky Girl Detectiving, no big deal.

Once again, Jin sees things that Phi doesn't. shortly after the water. Hallucinogen maybe? guilty conscience definitely.

well that's one way to snap him out of the panic

slight detour inspired by the blood splatter everywhere in this shrine is that if the Janta Cult isn't real/doesn't play a part in this somehow, I'm going to be so upset. why bring up perfectly good murder cults if you're not going to give us the payoff? BOC? Dr Sammon I just have questions! (that said, the theory that the mafia is using the cult rumors as a front for a body dumping ground is intriguing.)

Oh ho, Phi's gonna confess everything to Jin! but will it really be everything? 👀

poor Phi is so conflicted. he's hurt, but he loves Non but he doesn't want to see him but he doesn't want to end up like his divorced parents, he can't stop thinking about it, he regrets what he said, but he still so hurt.

Non's dad got transferred. interesting.

Ooooh Phi found the picture! and the real script!

Non's mom knows Phi. I wonder if she knew they were boyfriends of if she thought they were just friends. lmao at her Ring The Doorbell You Shady Shit, Were You Raised In A Barn?

New contacting Phi as the news breaks...the drama. i love it.

Tan is New confirmed!

OOOF. major oof. "aren't you sad i'm going to England?" "Whether you're here or not doesn't make a difference" just ouch.

He may have been a Not Great brother in your life, Non, but in your death New/Tan is going to Get Answers and Get Justice! giving up a scholarship in England, lying to his parents about it...Tan is going to Fuck Shit Up.

Jin, get your 'there's a cute boy around!!!!" face under control.

Tan just dives right in to asking questions and these bitches are so fucking sus from the word 'go'. yeah, they clearly have something to do with Non disappearing.

lmao Jin does not stand a fucking chance against Phi's seduction.

i am dying at Tan's "You didn't study, dumbass" on his ankle. Top's face is Too Funny.

Aww, White waiting for Tee after school and the group roasting them is really cute.

Phi how dare you take Jin to your and Non's spot! so rude! can't trust men at all, the second you disappear he's taking another man to the place you became boyfriends.😂 Jin awkwardly trying to figure out of this means Phi likes him back is cute.

Why Jin, how bold! asking Phi to stay the night!

oh damn this is full on full on, okay. Ta's ass just out there bare. "don't worry, i won't be too harsh i don't want to dislocate your shoulder" "who fucks so hard they dislocate a shoulder?" somewhere else in Bangkok VegasPete's ears are burning. Anyway, Phi was like 'don't test me, i'm being gentle for YOUR sake.' and that's the Minor Family Theerapanyakul in Ta. i was absolutely waiting for that astronaut dog figurine to fall lmao.

Tan going for the kill with that Did You Cheat On My Brother. Tan i'm sorry but not only is your brother most likely dead but Phi and Non are actually very broken upright now, no matter how much Phi wishes neither of those were true. Phi is in the clear here re: Cheating. He is not in the clear for manipulating Jin into sleeping with him, but like, Jin's into it so whatever for now.

"Fuck him however much you want but don't fall in love. He's with those assholes so he's also an asshole" i mean! He's not wrong! Jin is a good looking nice boy he could absolutely find other friends. the fact that he stays with these fuckheads......

poor Non's parents.

these teenage boys have better skincare routines than I do and I'm

Jin just pass Phi a note in class: Do U Like Me Check Yes Or No

Ah, Jin has such bad timing. Everything about this is brutal. but lol this makes the 2nd boy in a row that Jin likes that doesn't like him back.

Tan doing chemistry shit. he's gonna be drugging everyone i just know it. also, never ever have your cellphone out in a lab and never answer it with your gloves on! Lab Safety 101!!!!

damn, Tan, you could have at least made up a part time job in england or something so that your parents didn't have to sell their house. this entire family's been ripped apart by all this shit.

and now Tan is alone. all he has is his investigation into Non and Phi his sort of brother-in-law.

oh shit, was it Tan's cigarette smoke that was causing hallucinations???! or are they the antidote to whatever Tan drugged the others with or both?

confirmation that Tan was drugging everyone!

lol Tan's face at he very end as he takes in the chaos

[rise-my-angel]

Hi, I hope this isn’t a weird thing to say but as a Jonsa shipper, I really appreciate your criticism of Jonsa. I obviously don’t agree with those particular takes but it’s really refreshing to see someone with genuine good faith takes on why you don’t like the ship. Some of your anti-Jonsa takes actually gave me a lot of food for thought. So I just wanted to say thank you.

My goal was never to change anyone's minds who ships it, or really even tell them to consider another point of view. It mostly started with me making comments how I dislike it, when I started to get a lot of push back for it, when back then my opinion was simply "I don't ship that, the incest makes me uncomfortable."

So I ended up having to dig deeper to explain more of why, and that gave me more perspective on why i dislike it even more and I simply found the desire to express that. I think everyone has valid reasons for disliking ships and the right to explain why, but I also think everyone has the right to ship whatever they want for whatever reasons.

Personally disagreeing with why or why not we agree or don't agree on a ship is totally fine, because for everything I've said, I've never seen you act aggressive or unreasonable about those different opinions. We never went to the other trying to argue why you're or I am wrong, because at the end of the day, we just see it differently and we don't feel the need to argue about it, and thats what I enjoy.

I'm fine with people shipping it and I've heard people out for why they ship things I dislike as they've heard me out. I only point out where and why I disagree but I always say I get where they're coming from.

My issue was always specific parts of those shippers who insist it is canon and I am in the wrong for thinking otherwise, or I am blind and stupid or willingly ignoring things, when I simply don't see what they see. Which like, you heard my points out, and you don't see what I see, but that's okay. I've always made those posts targeted towards those people who come into my inbox on anon and get very rude and aggressive towards me about my posts, when I do tag them as anti posts, because I think if seeing those posts is that upseeting, I wouldn't want someone to read them. But they do, and they still come to me very angry about my own views and I just don't get it.

There's tons of ships in this series I dislike, but I get where people who do ship it are coming from. But, I think it's healthy to express why we dislike something as much as it is to express why we do like it. It's just a balance, and I've never had any issues with you being a jonsa shipper.

It's the mentality of, they disagree with me, and so they feel the need to come to me personally and argue with me that I'm wrong, when really, I make posts about why I dislike ships like jonsa, because I know other people who feel that way but don't want to make those posts, because it can attract negative attention. So I'm fine with making the posts, because I see the people who agree but maybe don't want to say it. It's why I don't go onto jonsa posts and disagree, because clearly those posts aren't made for me, so I have no reason to go to them with my complaints.

I like the idea of we all just make out own posts disagreeing, without personally attacking the other or going to their inbox on anon to argue when normally, none of us want to come here and argue.

Though, I'm glad you don't totally hate me for my posts because I do thoroughly enjoy your blog, and sometimes jonsas's can conflict my dislike for the ship, as me hating Sansa, and I'm always sitting here like "wait no", considering how often I can rewatch the early seasons and how much I love almost all of Sansa's Kings Landing scenes. Sometimes I also get called a jonerys shipper which is even worse, considering I talk down about that 90% more then jonsa.

Basically, its totally not weird you saying this, I'm just glad my posts haven't put you off completely, because I enjoy you and your posts quite a lot. I never aim to try and drive people away from my stuff, I just know sometimes I am more vocal about my dislikes then others, because I know the topics some people are a bit too nervous to post about, usually surrounding popular ships.

I don't want to attack the shippers personally, im mostly trying to just echo opinions I see other people too nervous to post, knowing the backlash can sometimes be a lot to handle. So, hopefully you havent felt that way, because personal attacks isnt my actual goal.

Sometimes I just sound that way, because despite being formal in my posts, I can also sound eccentric and inflammatory in the tags when that is usually just for exaggerated joking sake to offset the essay I usually just wrote.

[tododeku-or-bust]

I read the ask you answered about being quiet/making noise in public spaces and the article you linked and I found it really interesting and I wanted to thank you for your insight, i am white and have grown up somewhere predominantly white and I still have the instinctual reaction of seeing people making noise as being rude, and I understand that a big part of that is racism, but another part that I genuinely wonder about is that when listening to music on your phone without headphones you take the option of quiet away, whilst when you're listening on your headphones you can still listen to music but others can have quiet. I feel like I'm really not getting the point here in why its preferable to listen without headphones when you could take others into account, like you can't play silence on headphones, you'd need noise cancelling expensive ones.

Im not talking about enforcing anything and people who call the cops on people for stuff like this is insane and dangerous. I don't think people are entitled to silence and endangering black people's lives over something like this is terrible. I'm asking more as a question of the cultural differences in thoughts about noise and existing in public, what is rude and what isn't. What is entitlement and what is considerate.

I'm sorry if Im being racist, it is not my intention but i understand that i can have biases that i haven't looked at closely enough that are harmful. That's also why i am asking this, to genuinely understand and get perspective

Lastly I just wanted to add that of course its not your job to educate me, i just noticed i wasn't getting further with this subject in my head, and if you want to i hoped you could offer your thoughts, they'd be much appreciated.

Some more explanation here

Ngl, I'm tired, so this answer may not be as full as you'd like.

No, I can't tell you why it's "preferable" to listen to music on a train without headphones. The reality is that the people who don't, likely just don't have any at that moment, otherwise they'd be using them. Yes, it's rude, no it's not dangerous, it's just a temporary inconvenience.

Also, ngl, people swear Bluetooth headphones are cheap but the ones I have, since adapters die easy ASF and I was constantly going through them for years, were about $189 at the cheapest (at least when I bought them). So I'm not sure where this "headphones are cheap" idea came from unless y'all got plugs I'm unaware about. Being poor is expensive, and I really wish people would do the reading to get that. Poverty and Eviction by Matthew Desmond are two good ones to start with.

Anyway, you're in the public- there's not going to be a full "silence" option, unfortunately. Not without policing, either from actual police, or from people themselves. And when people themselves start policing (as is often the case in white neighborhoods and white spaces, which is what that Silence is the Sound of Gentrification article was about) things are bound to get worse, specifically for people of color. Because what was an annoyance for you can become legitimate violence on our end. Because people clearly don't want to communicate their issues- they clearly don't want to say "hey can you turn that down". No, they feel like it should be Standard for things to happen the way that they want (which, is often a privilege for the White).

Perhaps that is something that you as a white person can start looking into and questioning amongst your own.

Well, you said it yourself- cultural differences. There is no one answer to this. Tbh, it would help a lot more of white people took the time themselves to be amongst people of color. To actually learn and listen and be in those communities. Having real friends of color. That's how you learn what standards those groups have, and what is enforced and what isn't. Because I get the feeling that if more white people did that, we'd have less of these conversations. There'd be an understanding of how your actions affected others far beyond the inconvenience of "music out loud".

Because we all know that it's not the silly tiktok playing white girls that people are really complaining about here to the point of aggravation. The entire argument is a dogwhistle and that's why I get so angry when "good white people" share it.