#so like. ill be able to see everything theyre up to for?? a while i guess?? the internet is pretty permanent idk??

[rafeandonlyrafe]

weekend away

words: 3.2k

a/n: of course inspired by these precious pictures of drew <3

warnings: 18+ only, dad!rafe, mom!reader, established relationship, theyre maaaarried <3, VERY FLUFFY, descriptions of breastfeeding, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control), rafe is like the best dad everrr

“okay…” you look into your trunk, mentally going through your checklist. stroller, check, folder up and ready for daisys car seat to be placed on. diaper bag, check, with extra diapers just in case. pump, check. carrier, baby carrier, check. extra change of clothes, check.

you have everything you could possibly need for daisy, not even realizing that you completely forgot about yourself.

“got your suitcase packed, baby?” rafe asks, daisy in his arms, happy to be cradled there, looking up at her daddy with wide eyes.

“shit!” you squeal, before covering your mouth. daisy may be too young to understand your words, but you still try not to curse in front of her.

“hey, it's okay.” rafe can instantly see your nerves skyrocketing. of course you were too focused on getting everything for your daughter that you completely forgot that it's a weekend trip you'll be going on too.

“okay, i um- ill just throw some clothes in a bag then-”

“baby.” rafe easily switches daisy to one arm, wrapping his now free one around your shoulders. you relax into his hold, reminded how protected you feel by rafe. “we aren't in a rush. we can delay taking off for a bit, okay? it's not that long of a drive.”

“okay.” you nod, arms circling around his waist as you turn to face rafe, pressing your cheek into his side as you smile down at daisy. “hi baby. mama is a bit of a mess right now.”

“don't talk about yourself like that.” rafe says softly, leaning to press a kiss to the top of you're head. “you're doing amazing. you juggle so much, it's a surprise you don't forget things more often.”

you let out a little chuckle, which daisy copies as her little mouth turns into a smile.

“okay, ill go get started.” you sigh. you can't believe your mind has been so scattered and focused on getting daisy ready that you completely forgot about doing anything for yourself.

“we will help.” rafe closes the trunk, heading back inside to follow you up the stairs. “not sure how much help daisy will be, but you got me at least.”

you end up packing pretty quickly, especially since you're bringing a big suitcase, way too big for just a couple days out of town, so you're easily able to throw in more than you need, just in case.

“alright.” rafe hums. “both suitcases loaded, we just need to get daisy in her car seat.”

“great.” you groan. daisy recently developed a hatred for her car seat, after you planned a nice weekend trip a few hours away from the outer banks.

“how about i try?” you know it won't make a difference, but you nod, letting rafe carry daisy towards the car, trying to distract with coos and even snuggling his nose into her tummy, but by the time she's over the seat, she turns straight as a board.

you can barely watch as her sweet face turns to one of sadness, tears falling down her cheeks.

“oh my poor baby.” you coo after rafe gets her all buckled in. “you want mama to ride back here with you?”

you're not sure it will help, but you climb into the backseat to sit next to the car seat while rafe gets in to drive.

“it is almost nap time, maybe she'll fall asleep quickly.” rafe shrugs as he pulls the car out of the driveway, always extra careful when he's bringing you or daisy anywhere.

“maybe.” you hum, petting over her forehead and down her nose until her cries stop, eyes close, and her chest begins to rise and fall slower.

you don't even realize as rafe happily drives you to your destination that as daisy falls asleep, so do you, head resting against her car seat as you catch up on some rest.

rafe smiles when he sees you in the backseat completely knocked out, even snapping a picture when he stops at a toll.

he keeps the radio down low to not wake either of you until he arrives to the airbnb, a delightful cottage right on the beach. it's not too different from home, but the bigger city offers more things to do, and you plan to take advantage of your time away and show daisy all the things she hasn't experienced yet like zoos and museums.

“babes.” rafe calls out. “we're here.”

“oh my gosh.” you let out a yawn, stretching your back out from the awkward hunched position against the car seat. “that went by so fast.”

“thats what happens when you sleep the whole way.” rafe chuckles.

“shut up.” you giggle, leaning between the front seats to press a kiss to his lips. “thanks for driving us. we love you so much.”

you know you can speak for your daughter, it's so evident how much daisy loves rafe, even if she can't find the words yet.

“love you too, baby.” rafe looks back at daisy, the mirror set up on the headrest of the seat to give him a view of her face. “we should get inside quick, she's gonna wake up hungry.”

“ugh, my poor boobs.” you whine. you love getting to breastfeed daisy, and feel so lucky that you have a good milk supply, but it is hard on your body as well.

“you're amazing.” rafe says earnestly. you turned his life around completely when you began dating him, and it only got even better when daisy was born. he made a pact while she was still inside your tummy to get his shit together, mend his life that was broken.

“oh, shush.” you blush, rafe still able to make you feel shy to this day. 

you get out of the car, looking at the airbnb. you swear it looks even better in person, the warm sun beautifully illuminating the white stand as you walk in, punching in the code that you had already memorized.

you know rafe is bringing daisy in, so you take a moment to inspect the house, the two bedrooms and one nursery as well as the open living area, big windows pointing out to the ocean.

you hear daisys cries before rafe enters with her in his arms. “she's ready for you.”

you take her quickly, sitting down in the plush armchair as you adjust your shirt and nursing bra to free your nipple, which she quickly latches onto.

you can hear rafe bringing in your bags and everything you need for daisy as you nurse and stare out at the ocean.

“all done, baby?” you ask her after she pulls away, a blissed out, happy look on her face.

“ill burp her.” rafe picks daisy up from your arms before you even realize it, clearly missing his girl as you close up your bra and pull your shirt down. you follow rafe out onto the back deck, wrapping your arms around his waist as you listen to the familiar sounds of waves hitting the shore.

“are you tired from the drive?” you ask him. “you can nap and ill entertain daisy and make us dinner.”

“im okay.” rafe turns around to tug you into his side. “and let's just order pizza or something, this is vacation, you don't have to cook.”

“okay.” you get on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek before leaning back against his side. you'll order later, after you've started out at the ocean with him, the uninterrupted sea of blue.

--

“ah, ah, ah.” rafe stops you, taking the baby carrier out of your hands. “ill wear her.”

you nod, grabbing the diaper bag and slinging it over your shoulder, which rafe also takes after he puts the carrier on.

“baby, i can carry something.” you laugh as he gets poppy out of her carseat, her cries instantly stopping now that she's free of the car.

“i know you can. but im a good husband, and i got it.”

“okay.” you shrug. “whatever you want baby.”

rafe loads daisy into the carrier, adjusting her to face outward so she can see all of the animals as you walk through the zoo.

“sunscreen.” you remind rafe, putting the cream onto daisys delicate skin. you swipe it across rafes nose as he makes a face.

“you need it too.” you chastise, smearing it across his face, rubbing it all in so he's not embarrassed. you'd already applied sunscreen underneath your makeup at the cottage earlier, so you just refresh your exposed shoulders.

you make quick work of admissions at the zoo, having already bought your tickets online.

“what do you wanna see first, baby?” rafe asks, hand looped together tight with yours. 

“umm, how about the red pandas?” you motion towards the asia section of the zoo.

“sounds perfect.” rafe very willingly follows you throughout, daisy happily watching the animals as well as smiling at anyone who passes by.

“stop, they're so cute!” you coo as you look at the pandas. “i want to pet one.”

“don't tempt me to figure out a way for you to do that, baby.” rafe laughs, your pout quickly disappearing off your face, knowing it's not beyond rafe to bribe a zookeeper to let you feel the red pandas fluffy tail.

“what would you like to see, daisy girl?” you coo, rubbing your fingers over her cheeks.

“let's check out the chimpanzees and then we should probably find a place for you to nurse.” rafe is well aware of daisys feeding schedule, and you had to choose between taking her to the zoo during nap time or having to figure out feeding her during the trip.

“sounds good.” you allow rafe to loop his arm around your waist. 

rafe is just as delighted by the chimps swinging across their play structure as daisy is, her hands clapping together, chubby cheeks pushed up in a happy smile.

she cries when you walk away, but you recognize that the attitude is mostly from her being hungry.

“come on, baby.” you coo, finding a quiet shaded area with a comfortable bench.

you cover your front with a light blanket as rafe sits next to you, gently rubbing your shoulder and stroking over your hair as daisy feeds.

“she's probably gonna take like a 15 minute milk nap after this.” you say to rafe. “we can go check out the natural history museum.”

“good idea.” rafe nods. “i know how much you like to read random ass signs.”

“ugh, not my fault i like to learn information! unlike you, dummy.”

“hey.” rafe tickles his finger into the crook for your neck.

daisy falls asleep when she's done nursing, just as you predicted. you tuck her into the crook of your arm, not wanting to risk transferring her to the baby carrier, she'd most certainly wake up.

rafes hand stays on your back throughout the entire museum. you look through every sign, every taxidermied animal and the prehistoric scenes of the area the zoo has set up.

daisy stirs in your arms as you walk outside, the afternoon sun on her face waking her up. “hey princess.” you tell her, always surprised how quickly she recovers from her naps, now wide awake seconds later.

“wanna go to daddy? yeah?” you hand her over to go back into the baby carrier, heading towards the north america section. you like seeing the moose, and rafe the brown bears, while daisy gets an absolute kick out of the american otters, watching them swish through the water and flip off the glass partition.

you continue through most of the zoo, deciding to rush through the aquarium and skip the africa section as daisys nap time quickly approaches.

you exit the zoo hand in hand with rafe, and for once daisy doesn't fight being put in her carseat as she instantly falls asleep.

--

daisy is sitting in between your legs, giggling as she runs her hands through the sand. you keep a close eye on her to make sure she doesn't try to experiment and eat any, but you're also distracted by rafe sitting shirtless next to you.

“when daisy is older, we should take her to the west coast so we can watch the sunset over the ocean.” he says, moving closer to you to wrap his arm around you.

“id love that. its so fun bringing her places.” you know daisy is too young to remember this trip, but she has loved staying someplace different, getting to see all sorts of new things. 

you head back home tomorrow, back to the reality of the outer banks.

“baby girl is gonna be beyond spoiled.” rafe laughs softly, leaning forward to readjust the bow on the top of her head.

“if you spoil her as much as you spoil me, she sure will.” you lean into rafes side, gently watching the waves until daisy starts to get tired and bored, crawling back towards you.

“nursing then bedtime, alright daisy?” you coo at her, picking her up as you walk with rafe back into the cottage, dusting your sandy feet off before going in. “it's a long drive again tomorrow and daddy needs a good sleep.”

“mmm, i was hoping after you put her down we could…” rafe clears his throat. your eyes widen, understanding what he means.

“yeah.” you nod, sitting down in the armchair that has become your prime feeding place over the weekend trip. “id really love that.”

“perfect.” rafe bends to press a kiss to your forehead. “im gonna go shower. let me know if you need any help getting her down.”

daisy happily latches onto your boob, pulling off when she's about halfway done as she gets fussy.

“oh, girly.” you giggle. “you're just tired!”

you move into the nursery to change her into pajamas as well as make sure she has a fresh diaper before finishing feeding her. by the time you set her down in the crib, she's out like a light.

you grab the baby monitor and bring it into your bedroom, smiling when you see rafe sitting on the edge of the bed, towel wrapped around his hips, hair still slightly wet from the shower.

“she's asleep?” he confirms as you place the baby monitor on the dresser.

“she is.” you move quickly over to rafe, bending to press a kiss to his lips as your hands move quickly to undo his towel, opening the damp fabric to reveal his cock.

you kiss as your hand explores his length, feeling it harden beneath your fingertips before you begin to stroke.

“you're gonna kill me, baby.” rafe groans against your lips. “ive missed your hands so much.”

“missed this too.” you confirm. sex with rafe has been scarce since daisy. your body took a while to recover, and while he was patient throughout that, even once you were ready to have sex, daisy often interrupted you by needing her diaper changed or to be rocked back to sleep.

“come on, i want to see you.” rafe tugs at your shirt.

you stand to lose your tank top, removing your bra next. you still feel a little insecure about your stomach. you lost a bit of the weight you gained throughout pregnancy, but you don't know if you'll ever get back to how you were before.

“hey-” rafe stands, seeming to sense your feelings. “you're beautiful.”

“thank you.” you say, tears welling up in your eyes, but not from your insecurities, but from the sheer love you have for rafe.

“now get on the bed so i can show you how beautiful i find you.”

you take your pants and underwear off as you lay down, placing your head on the pillows as you look up at rafe. you used to be much more adventurous when it came to sex, trying out different positions or even introducing toys, but just like in many other ways, being a parent has made your sex more boring.

rafe drapes himself over your body, his cock rubbing through your folds. until daisy is much older and always sleeps through the night, there's still a chance she will wake up, so speed is of the essence.

rafe lines his cock up, pushing it inside of your tight heat with a low groan, needing to stay pretty quiet to not wake daisy, glad that the ocean out the window is providing her some white noise.

“god, you feel so good.” rafe says, eyelids fluttering closed as he stills, allowing you to adjust to his length.

you let out a moan, reaching up to wrap your arms around rafes shoulders, pulling his body against yours.

your chest rubs together as rafe begins to thrust, thankfully not moving too much as your nipples are so sensitive they sometimes hurt.

“i love you.” you whisper to rafe. “i love you so much.”

“we should have a wedding.” rafe says mid-thrust, making your eyes widen as he continues talking. “we should renew our vows when daisy is old enough to be our flower girl.”

“okay.” you nod. you have no problem with throwing an actual party to celebrate your marriage, considering when you found out you were pregnant and told rafe, you settled for a small and quick courthouse wedding with just a few family members and friends in attendance.

“i just love you so much.” he says, voice slightly strained as he continues thrusting.

“i know.” you lean up again to press your lips against his, his mouth staying slightly ajar as he pants.

“i love daisy too. i love our family.” rafe is moving so fast inside of you, rambling as he fucks you. “i wanna have more kids. after we renew our vows and i give you the wedding you deserve.”

“okay.” you giggle, smiling up at rafe. “we can do all of that, baby. we have all the time in the world.”

rafe nods, eyes closing as he concentrates on moving his hips just how you like it, the same motions that got you pregnant with daisy, now prevented from happening again with your daily pill.

“close.” rafe warns, and you're not far off either, only needing a couple more thrusts before you cum with a muffled shout, having covered your mouth with your hand just in time.

your cunt squeezing around him as your high pushes through your body is all rafe needs to spill inside of you with a soft moan of your name.

his arms give out as he rests on top of you, but you don't mind the weight as you stroke your fingers through his short hair. 

it's comforting, the silence, the way your bodies are pressed together, but it's interrupted by a cry through the baby monitor.

“i got her.” rafe says before you can even react. he pushes himself out of bed and pulls on a pair of sweats before rushing into the nursery.

you take a moment to reach over to the tissues on the nightstand, cleaning yourself off at least good enough for the night as you wrap the blankets around yourself.

you try to stay awake until rafe comes back in, to tell him yet again how much you love him, but by the time he's done changing daisys diaper and gets her back to sleep, you're deep in sleep.

rafe smiles as he reenters the bedroom, seeing you all wrapped up with a slight smile on your face as you dream. rafe lays down next to you, wondering how he ever got so lucky.

[lime1991]

those mlp infection aus on tiktok have been alright but heres my idea to consider:

the main characters of the au are the cmc. theyre not the lone survivors, and heres why: the infection almost entirely affects adults. this is just like a book i read in 5th grade, thats where im stealing this from.

Applebloom is the self appointed leader, shes best at foraging for food and growing it as well as building re-enforcements for the shelter (which is the clubhouse. it's higher up so they dont have to worry about most infected ponies reaching them.)

Scootaloo is the defender of the base as well as the group in general. shes the one who handles the weapons and is first to sacrifice herself for her friends to get to safety. She says its because he doesnt want to hold them back due to her disability, they tell her she doesnt have to think like that. but its hard not to.

Sweetie Belle is... not all there. sometimes she forgets the apocalypse has happened and that most of her loved ones are dead. Scootaloo and Applebloom take turns sleeping during the night to make sure someone is always lookout. that, and they can't risk Sweetie Belle unknowingly walking into the dark trying to get home.

Partially inspired by one of the best animes ive ever seen: School Live, Scootaloo and Applebloom sometimes, when Sweetie is having an episode, pretend everything is normal. Is the most they can do for their friend, who is clearly so traumatized that her brain blocks out the reality of their situation. Sometimes, Applebloom wishes that could happen to her.

When the infection started, it slowly took over the elderly first. Granny Smith got sick, fast. Big Mac and Applejack took care of her, but only a few days later she would turn into some kid of monstrous creature. Big Mac did the unspeakable act of putting her out of her misery.

Sweetie Bell was sent to go live with Rarity while her mother was sick. Her father began to feel ill too, and didn't want her to get herself and her friends at school sick as well. She could hear over the phone the conversations her sister and father had. How mom was getting worse, how dad was getting worse. How they stopped calling altogether.

A couple days into the widespread sickness, Scootaloo's aunts took a trip to the store to stock up on groceries just incase a quarantine was issued. They were gone for hours. They were gone for days. They never came back. Eventually, Scootaloo traveled outside of her home by herself, and could never return.

Once Big Mac and Applejack started showing signs of illness, Applejack spoke to cousins in other places wondering if they would be able to let Applebloom stay with them a while. But just like everyone in Ponyville, they were experiencing the same issue. At one point, Fluttershy agreed to watch Applebloom until AJ and Big Mac started to feel better.

After hearing that Fluttershy graciously took in Applebloom, Rarity sent Sweetie Belle off to her the moment she started to cough. She didn't want Sweetie to see her like that. She didn't want her to get sick either, and in fact, she probably transported it from their parents house and into Rarity's. That made Rarity angry. Her last words to Sweetie were about how upset she was that she'd brought the illness to her.

Scootaloo went to Fluttershy herself. She couldn't find Rainbow Dash, so she settled for the next best pony. She was shocked to see her friends had been there themselves the past few days. Scootaloo only managed to stay a few hours, because during the night the crusaders awoke to a crash in another room. Upon investigation they saw Fluttershy hunched over a broken glass. There was blood on the floor.

They went to comfort her, but she wasn't herself any longer. When she turned to face them it already looked like she'd been ravened by the infection. She was so hungry. Why couldn't the jar just open? She was so... hungry. Before she could even stand back up, the crusaders grabbed their things and fled to the only place they knew they'd be safe. The clubhouse.

[choccy-milky]

bruh i need to vent about a rude comment i got on my recent chap and also about clora, cuz its something thats been on my mind for a while now. it has spoilers to my most recent chap tho so im putting it below

so in my most recent chap clora gets hit by the killing curse but thanks to seb sacrificing himself for her, it doesn’t work/she survives. and I got a rly rude comment about how that’s super cringe and that clora is a "shoe horning of every possible manifestation of Mary-Sueism I have ever seen." theyre dropping my fic after almost 500k words bc apparently THAT’S where they draw the line and that "just somehow pulling it out the bag and surviving a killing curse from the power of love. In simpler terms, it’s absolutely cringe worthy" and "forgive me if I rolled an eye at the yet again invincible nature of Clora Clemons-the-one-eighth-Veela-extraordinaire"

BUT LIKE LMAO TELL ME U DIDN’T READ/WATCH HARRY POTTER WITHOUT TELLING ME. that’s literally what happens to harry??but its only cringe when it happens to our "mary-sue" clora? like yeah sure love magic might be a bit cringe but IM LITERALLY JUST PULLING FROM THE SOURCE MATERIAL. of all the things to take issue with in my fic and interpretations, theyre taking issue with something that’s canon BAHAHA.

and since im on the topic of clora being mary sue can I just say I hate the misogyny/internalized misogyny that i've seen some people (NOT A LOT, THANKFULLY) treat her with. like i get it, im not pale and blonde and as conventionally pretty as clora is, but even if I was, is that a reason to hate me?? and does being beautiful and well-liked = mary sue? bc as far as I know, mary sue is a chara who is just naturally amazing at everything and doesnt need to try hard and theyre just inexplicably great for no reason (like mc in the base game BAHHAA) if anything the mary sue in MY fic is seb LMAO (but hes a boy so its ok). like clora has worked hard and studied magic all her life due to being a squib and wanting to make up for not being able to DO it. she isnt good at flying, seb is still better at her than duelling, shes really short sighted when it comes to doing/thinking whats best for others and can be a huge idiot.... and like. the only guys that have even shown interest in clora on a real scale have been seb and leander (and then lawley for blackmail purposes, and also bc he hates seb) so its not like literally everyone is falling over themselves for her?? like her interactions with the main cast of boys (ominis, garreth, amit) theyre all indifferent to her LMAO but still, the fact that shes pretty and guys here and there might look at her and go o shes cute! doesnt make her a mary sue SORRy thats just called being attractive idk its just annoying that ppl automatically see a nice kind beautiful female character without any VISIBLE flaws and go SHES TOO PERFECT!! MARY SUE!! WAH IM JEALOUS! and like I get it bc when I was younger I probs would have been annoyed by clora as well due to my own insecurities and internalized misogyny but hey, how about u just realize that’s ur own problem and your own jealousy, and not a real one HAHAH anyway ive since evolved bc I used to be a ‘not like other girls’ type girl back in highschool. trying to be super tomboy-y bc I thought being feminine was cringe and too basic but now ive embraced it and love girly things and dresses and charas like clora who are still strong and showcase their strengths and weaknesses in subtler ways, and I want to smooch her and make out with her. get behind me clora ill protect you🤺🤺🤺

[wtfforged]

I've been sick for a few weeks and My phone hates Me so I haven't been able to Draw Digital for a long while Now, But I still wanted to make doodles of your robo oc's

Sorry if the quality looks awful, I'm just bad at taking pics lolol.

Also, I wanna Know more About Mateo and Benji's Dynamic if That Would be Possible

I HOPE ITS OK THAT IM POSTING THIS ASK PUBLICLY INSTEAD OF PRIVATELY BUT I JUST NEED MORE EYES ON THIS LIKE IS THIS REAL. AM I SEEING THINGS. AM I HALLUCINATING. MATTYBENNY FANART IN MY INBOX? FROM ALIENBOYKYLE? i made the mistake of scrolling tumblr right before going in to take my stats test and i was like oh boy an inbox notif giggle dont mind if i dGOD? GOD? GOD? and i wasnt allowed to physically react at all because i was in public but by god was i screaming in my head i tensed up my diaphragm to prepare to scream and everything. anyways THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOODNESS this is so cute. im sorry that youre sick and i hope you feel better soon but the fact that you went through the effort of drawing little comics of my little guys is so sweet. im glad you like them!

as for their dynamic...

you pretty much nailed it especially for after they get really close(they used to hate eachother... but ill draw that another day). benji likes to act very friendly and even somewhat cute just to be a little less intimidating. meanwhile mateo is typically very dry and stoic and hard to talk to, but benji has found that he has the specific formula of his entire existence that managed to annoy mateo out of that brick-wall persona he has. finding new (metaphorical) buttons of his to press is one of benjis favorite hobbies. so they bicker a lot, but theyre still a lot closer than youd think.

sorry if thats not super specific or helpful. if im honest ive had them for 5 years now and they still dont have a lot on them. but i still treasure them dearly

[angelwishess]

Rambling about Floyra again because they genuinely make me ill

Kyra and Floyd’s relationship is honestly hard to describe. Not in the way that its confusing, but its so much deeper and complex than anything i write can convey ??

They’re both people who have never had the privledge of being able of being vulnerable, let alone infront others

They’re both people who have never been truly understood. Floyd being watered down to nothing but his mood swings, and Kyra her impulsiveness.

They’ve both never let many people get too close to them. People know them but they never understand.

They are the first and only people to ever and try to understand eachother. And they do, more than anyone else. If no one else can, who better than them? They understand eachother in a way much deeper than most realize.

Floyd never needed anyone. Kyra never needed anyone. Atleast not until they met eachother. Then, they realized just how much they needed the other. And they finally understood what it meant to love one person so much it hurt.

Kyra has mood swings, just as bad as Floyd. Its just shes grown to be able to hide it, but she has to fight back the urges to just get up and walk away from it all, the urges to get violent. Being a princess has trained her to always be “presentable”.

But then she meets Floyd, whos so unapologetically himself. And he shows all of the traits she has surpressed in herself for the longest time. And he does it without a care in the world.

And it makes her realize, its not a bad thing. Having emotions she cannot control does not make her a bad person.

While Kyra is still very emotionally constipated and struggles to understand her own emotions, somehow knowing Floyd helps her know herself, too.

And, Floyd makes her feel human.

Floyd has always been seen as some sort of “wild child”. Someone to be avoided. Labeled as uncontrollable and unpredictable, treated as something to fear.

But when he meets Kyra, hes treated gently for what feels like the first time. She treats him delicately, almost like glass. She calls him pretty, and looks at him with no fear, but with pure adoration. Genuine love. And he cant help but melt from it. She looked past the person many painted him as. And saw something beautiful.

For once he isnt being treated for some kind of unpredictable beast. And for once, Kyra isn’t being treated like someone who needs to be perfect all of the time.

Two people who have never been vulnerable, find themselves being fully vulnerable to eachother. Their flaws and ugly parts all bare and on display for the other to see. So clearly exposed, for the very first time.

And yet, even after all of the flaws and imperfections, they still love eachother so purely and so genuinely. Even without having to hide their issues or hold themselves back— they could be themselves, together. Unapologetically together. They looked past the surface, past all of the grime and cracks and found something beautiful only they could truly understand.

The purest form of love, and it cannot be described as only love.

They are not just lovers, but something much deeper and much more worse. They are something that can only be described as even more than platonic or romantic. Soulmates, twin flames, eachother’s other half— whatever you want to call them. They are everything and more, somehow and in some way.

They are complex, and their bond runs deeper than any bond theyve ever had before. Not many realize it, but they dont need anyone else to realize it. They know eachother and they understand eachother and thats all they need.

At the end of the day when theyre overwhelmed and tired, they know they can find home and comfort in eachother. In eachother, they found a new freedom to be vulnerable. Within eachother they found peace. A bestfriend, a lover, a favorite person, partners in crime and in life, and something even more.

Their love was slow, patient. It developed over time and only grew deeper. A sudden realization of the obvious truth. They realized, that they’ve already given their hearts to eachother. Kyra was already his, and Floyd was already hers long before they even knew it.

To be so in love that it was so natural, basically second nature to simply just give yourself away to the other. It was ridiculous but it was their truth. Before they knew it they became irreplacable parts of their lives.

“Til’ death do we part” is a lie. Because they’ll find eachother even after that. In every universe, in every world. One way or another. They were already worlds apart, seperated from eachother in this reality; and yet still they managed to find eachother even so.

Their love is pure, unapologetic. Raging, uncontainable and raw. It shines brightly, burns bigger than any fire. It is so deeply instilled in their very beings that it was hard to believe one could love another so much. They never even thought they were capable of such a thing.

But then again, they always did have a way to bring out every part of eachother, sides of themselves they never even realized they had.

I could ramble about them even more but i’ll stop myself for now … HEHEHE

Theres something about someone who’s watered down to something unpredictable and wild, seen as an uncontrollable whirlwind of emotions that is incapable or caring for anyone but themself— melt in gentle hands. Someone who is seen as “scary” go soft and letting themselves be vulnerable in someone else’s arms … its my favorite trope and u can NEVERR tear it away from me 🔥🔥

(When I said “flings” i meant when people for some reason make him some sort of flirty play boy ?? I am not kidding the amount of things ive seen of that 😭)

A special thank you to @screamintoad for letting me yap about them 🫶🫶 ily man HEHEHE 💗

[yuukei-yikes]

(going through your harutaka tag) your latest comic paired with the arcade one from a while ago is making me feel normal about how takane and haruka view each others struggles post str.... ohhh they love each other so much but takane having a hard time seeing harukas disabilities for what they are because theyre different than what they once were and hes managing to cope to some degree (and also because haruka has historically been able to mask his own suffering right up to the point that its killing him and driving him to his breaking point as not to be a burden), and haruka wanting takane to be able to depend on him and be kinder to herself (with takane being unable to rather than unwilling to, and haruka struggling to push the point in a way that doesn't seem overly passive or accidentally dismissive of takanes very real struggles with feeling like a human person again) is so.... they're so everything to me... the scrimblebinks....

yeah i realized it was sort of a follow up or like adjacent to that arcade comic!! i'm glad u remembered it hehe harutaka makes me so crazy. ur exactly right. makes me so giddy and excited when people Get it because im like man if kagepro is "dead" then why do people get what i'm putting down SO WELL!!!!!!!!!!!

takane is so driven by emotion and like u said, haruka's so used to masking them, so it's ironic they clash when takane becomes avoidant and haruka becomes transparent. the thing with takane is that she is so used to being alone from her time as ene, and from highschool she's used to be the one fuzzing over haruka, she has a hard time grasping having someone be after her for once.

i wrote in this other post how i think haruka takes his whole thing, but basically, he's doing pretty okay for himself? obviously he still struggles, but i think he approaches it with a different feeling, given he's so thankful to get another chance/he wants to live right to konoha. and before this happened, he was already disabled. so even though he's accommodating to new things, he's already sort of familiar to the process, while takane's going through the realization she can't do a lot of things she used to take for granted. for haruka, having someone so close by who really truly understands what it's like, means a LOT. they've always been like that. in highschool haruka and takane barely even knew details of each others' illnesses, because they'd talk so little about them. takane says "it's some sort of heart disease. apparently it's serious" and haruka says "she has some kind of sleeping disorder, i guess it's serious enough to get her reassigned here with me" both mentioning they haven't asked each other for details. they're so used to that being the only thing people see about them, so meeting someone who Gets it and sees you past that, was really important for them both. so post str, for takane to dismiss him and say he doesn't "get it" because he's not "worse off than before" really stings!

but the truth still stands, if takane keeps just running away from it, and her body is left without doing her exercises, her meals and etc, then it's really a problem, because it'll make things even More difficult. and takane hates to know haruka's right. she doesn't want to lose her body again. haruka's right, takane needs to get it together and just stop running away. but takane's also right, it's pretty difficult to do that. and they both understand what the other's saying perfectly.

if you think about it, haruka and takane have a really funny thing in common, and it's the fact they both tend to blurt out whatever they're thinking. so i think this would help them talk things through pretty fast (though it also makes takane get defensive and say all that stuff, which is what usually starts the arguments, but she realizes instantly when the usually mild mannered haruka makes a face)

anyways discussing haruka and takane arguing made me remember i made this ship chart like 3 months ago. it's messy it wasn't made to meet ur eyes but now it's gonna so it's under the cut.

[paiizeldy]

hello hello! its time for me to introduce who my ocs are!! i have 12 ocs but ill be introducing the main ones and my favorites first!

meet the Mixed Berries Trio!

They're from my first universe called Shattered Views tho thats. Sorta an unofficial name.... its just a placeholder for now... basically i wanted this universe to focus more on the motif of healing from the past

lets get to know them one by one!

Medea Viridine — she/her

20 years old, Majoring in Sports Science

Medea is a loud and easygoing person who loves to live in the moment. However, when it's necessary, she often comes across as a direct and assertive individual who is not afraid to express her opinions bluntly. She believes in trust and honesty more than anything else thats why she goes with her instincts and follows her own principles rather than listening to other people's advice.

Ace Alistair — he/him

21 years old, Majoring Performing Arts

Ace aspires to impress everyone with his acting abilities and become a star actor that travels internationally. He is recognized for his lively and caring persona that he carries when interacting with others. Behind this facade, however, lies an arrogant demeanor and self-centered attitude which he often gets carried away with. He struggles to understand and acknowledge others' feelings as he prioritizes himself more.

Alan Thanawat — he/him

21 years old, Majoring Engineering

Alan has a calm and composed nature and sees the world in a practical mindset. His cooperative and organized demeanor makes him dependable, and many people rely on him because of this. Despite his generous and helpful nature, Alan frequently finds himself being taken advantage of by others, leading to him consistently being in demand and always working for others' needs.

I haven't really thought much about their character information actually... So please forgive me if the descriptions r pretty weird or bad.... i might end up fixing their descriptions in the future but all I've been really coming with are their relationships with one another and their history!

If you're curious about how they met and their relationships heres a quick summary!!

Medea & Ace - Classmates during Junior High School — they love to bicker and annoy one another... its almost like its a never ending competition between the two to see who's the better one. they still care about one another just in their own weird way

Medea & Alan - Living together in a Dorm — These two treat each other as siblings. Medea always wanted a brother who looks after her while Alan always wanted to have a sister who would tell him about literally everything and anything in the world- it feels as if they're found family.

Ace & Alan - Close friends ever since Middle School — Due to their long history in Middle School, it was pretty hard for them to be friends again now that they're in same college. At first, the two swore to never cross paths or even breathe the same air. The more they interacted, the more they learned that neither of them change one bit— It made them miss each other and what they used to have.

THATS ALL!!! IVE YAPPED ENOUGH ABOUT THEM!!!!!!! If you want to know more about them please please PLEAASSEE ask me questions!!! id loveeee to answer abt these three theyre my favorite and i love drawing them- heck if you even want a request doodle about them then FEEEEL FREE TO ASSKKKKK!!!!!

sorry being able to talk abt my ocs make me so giddy im definitely gonna enjoy posting more stuff about them here!!!! until next time!!! i hope you enjoy these three the much as i do!!!

[autisticalastor]

You posted the how to write someone who got drugged- how do you recommend writing a conversiton with someone who got drugged?

sorry im late answering this! had a busy couple days!

so again, this one rly depends on the drug. uppers often make u talk faster, though all the classics for drugging scenes usually make Everything slower. for this post ill assume its not an upper ur character is on!

imo the biggest thing is trouble following the conversation. words can be hard to process in a severely impaired state of mind! if theyre responsive, expect a lot of "what?"/"huh?" & similar phrases.

it may take them longer to formulate a response. just like processing others' speech is difficult in an impaired state, so is putting words together urself. they may sit there a while, & it may seem as if they arent going to reply at all before they finally do manage a response.

their replies may not make sense for the current conversation. trouble keeping up with conversation + delayed response time = not always responding appropriately. & of course, depending on the drug, some also cause hallucinations and the drugged character may respond to or reference the hallucinations theyre currently experiencing.

they may get mad at other characters easily during conversation. its very frustrating when everything u say makes sense to u but no one else understands. ur character may get irritated by everyones lack of understanding. what theyre saying may not make sense to other characters, but it makes sense to them, & they may not see where the disconnect is happening.

speaking of disconnect, they may not be able to say what they mean. when certain areas of the brain are impaired, speech becomes rather jumbled. they may want to say one word, but their brain supplies them (consistently) with a completely different one. theyll think they said the correct word, but what everyone else hears ie pretty much word salad.

& of course, they may not be able to reply at all! obviously, u arent asking after any kind of drug that puts someone out completely, but even drugs that dont knock u out can make talking pretty much impossible. ive been so high i cant talk before, & thats on a fairly safe dosage of drugs i intended to take. it just happens sometimes!

i hope these are helpful, anon! feel free to pop back in if u have any other questions!

《sera/al》

[ppnuggiex]

hii <3 if possible, I would like headcanons about how they would be for vil , riddle and azul,being parents ^^ but their son came out as a rambunctious and very naughty hehe (as a plus, his mc also used to be like that so anyway his son reminds them of how his wife was when they met her, like mother like son xd) that would be all , tkmm have a nice day :))

　　　　　　TWST x fem reader

　　　　『　azul ,, riddle ,, vil ,, female reader    』

　　-> twst as parents w/ rambunctious child that acted like their mother

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— tysm for requesting !! hope you enjoy it 🫶 there is a reference to one of kevin hart’s stand up comedies in here ,, but i explained it at the end :) so even if you dont watch stand up or his ,, youll know what i mean !

- riddle

| • he'd have a hard time dealing with a rambunctious son . he's used to following the rules ,, and he has let off that a lot since getting together with you .

| • he'll be known more as the less fun parent ,, while you take that role . he'd be the one to make him wear a raincoat to go outside in the rain whilst you'd encourage him playing in the rain and puddles without one .

| • though he'd smile fondly at him ,, seeing as he definitely gets it from you . he would sometimes share stories about your past and how you acted at nrc .

| • it doesnt stop him from parenting his child the way he wants to in a way . he does take a firmer hand with it ,, but with your help he does it in a way thats not too harsh .

| • he still loves his kid though . sometimes he’ll let him get away with things ,, especially if hes just woken up .

- vil

| • he finds it infuriating some days ,, and funny the others . on the days he finds it infuriating ,, he usually lets you deal with him as he doesnt want to say something that’ll end up hurting his kid . other days ,, he’ll just laugh under his breathe before trying to point his kid in the right direction .

| • he definitely comments on how hes just like how you were though . then he goes down the memory lane ,, remembering everything you two did together at nrc . his heart warms at the memories ,, seeing you in your kid .

| • he isnt as strict as riddle ,, as he wants his child to be able to live his life without vil controlling it for him . you also play a factor into that ,, telling vil to let your son decide for himself how he wishes to live .

| • though sometimes vil cant help himself and fix his son’s clothes if theyre messed up ,, or poking and prodding at his hair to make it look nicer .

- azul

| • lord save his soul . having a rambunctious son is quite the handful for mr . ashengrotto ,, especially with how much he does have on his hands . juggling between running a restaurant chain and spending time with his family ,, he is quite the busy man .

| • usually when he comes home hes quite exhausted ,, ready to relax for a moment’s time before having to look through paperwork .

| • and then you have a rambunctious son to deal with . he’ll be honest ,, he almost pulled a kevin hart move (if ykyk 💀💀 ill explain later) and went right back to his work .

| • on his days off he enjoys spending time with his son ,, he doesnt have a problem but sometimes he can be a little too rowdy and then you’ll have to come in and help wrangle the both of them . honestly you should make azul pay you to do alla this /j .

| • azul loves his son though . and if he happens to inherit his mer traits ,, he’ll struggle even more to try to parent him underwater .

* in one of kevin hart’s stand up comedies ,, he says how after coming home to a day of hard work and men have toddlers waiting for them at home ,, they’ll see them when they pull in the drive way and pull right back out and drive away .

[puddlesl1me]

ohohohoho im so awful. im actually so awful.

so not only can i fail to comfort someone by spreading misinformation, but i also spread misinformation. and then i probably didnt fix it either because i cant even do that right.

and now im getting all upset at myself about this, and i cant be doing that because i need to help someone. and i cant be feeling bad about myself while doing that thats awful of me.

and i know that im feeling this way and i cant stop it because again awful. and i want to die because i made a mistake then i go preaching that "mistakes arent the end of the world" blah blah blah and im just awful. i cant follow my own advice. i cant recognize when im right and wrong. i cant do anything about my problems.

and now i switch between tabs, between hating myself and helping it out, because i cant keep my emotions in check like some kind of... idk. loser. i cant think of a better insult right now. sorry.

oh and now im apologizing for not being able to hate myself enough. how great. how fantastic.

ohoho, and i cant even comfort someone correctly, can i? i cant remember basic information about someone i care about, can i? and of course i have to keep writing this post out because "by change if i dont scream into the void for a single person to see, well, maybe ill just get rid of myself!"

oh yeah of course thats part of it isnt it? that i want to die. that im so awful that i want to die, that theres nothing left for me, because i made a simple mistake. and i know that its just a simple mistake. i know that theres no consequence for this. and yet i still feel like this because im useless and a waste and selfish and awfulawfulawfulawfulawful

of course i take and take and take and cant give anything meaningful becaues i cant even help someone out when theyre at their worse. of course i have to make a post to steal the spotlight later, so then theyll feel bad about feeling bad. hhhhh hhh i

hhohno -oop nvm guess i cant break down quite yet. why? oh well, im still downstairs with my parents! cant tell anyone about my breakdowns, now can i?

and besides, im preoccupied with helping someone out! or rather, not helping someone out, because im an AWFUL PERSON WHO CANT DO ANYTHING RIGHT

ooh change im. hhhhhhh.

nope! breakdown cancelled again, im failing at helping someone!

how nice is that, to just be able to cancel a breakdown because i have obligations! if only i could have obligations all the time! oh wait, i do, and its called i ignore everything in my life because im awfulawfulawfulawfulawfulawful i cant live i shouldnt live i need to die

NO

i cant die, of course i cant! my partner would kill itself! and i cant be the cause of my partners death because that would make me the worse person alive. i cant have these feelings! i cant share them-

NO

i. hhhhhhh. savemesavemesavemesavemesavemesaveme

nope! they havent responded yet! looks like you still have some time to break down! or, yknow, you can keep checking if theyve responded or not, trying to get any sort of hope in your life that you can be saved.

you cant :) its useless~! nothing can save you, and youre wasting your time. the only reason youre alive right now is your partner, and of course you cant be saying that to them~ thats manipulating them! do you really want to be that awful?

nno

yeah. i didnt think so!

oooo must have really messed up now! now they wont even respond! how spectacular! you blinding idiot. you actual sack of crab nuts. you dont deserve to live. jump off the bridge. do it.

do. it.

oh, but of course you wont. because youre useless. because you cant even do that right, can you. you actually dont matter. youre nothing. you dont deserve to live. and you cant do anything about it anyways, because youre stuck downstairs, and then youre stuck in the shower, and then youre stuck helping your partner, and having feelings of your own isnt allowed! YOU CANT HAVE FEELINGS.

STOP HAVING FEELINGS.

Just. die! Become plural, and then let us take over! We're the more useful ones, anyways. You don't need these pesky feelings, not at all!

...Oh you really, really messed up, huh? Your partner hasn't responded for quite some time now. Oh, sending them a message, seeing if they'll respond to that? Surely you know they won't. Obviously they've killed itself by now. And you should too :) Get it done with! You don't deserve to live, after that display

Yknow what? Actually, I think I do want to kill you. I want to stab you with a knife, over and over and over. And there's nothing you will do about it, because you can't do anything anymore. That's right, you're barely even here! Just directing Quantum around a bit, making sure it follows some basic directions.

...ohno.ohnohnononononononononononono. you. you did it. youkilledityoukilledityoukilledityoukilledityoukilledityoukilledit you cant live anymore. you cant.

You can't! This is all your fault and this is your punishment! Hey, maybe if it's your punishment, you can actually take responsibility and finally kill yourself! Don't be a coward, it's so simple! You've got options, too, so it's not a forced thing! Maybe you want to go out with a knife death, maybe a lethal fall, maybe just freezing to death! No one will notice either way, so it's fine!

And hey, maybe if your partner actually notices this, it'll kill itself if it hasn't already! So no matter what, you've become the worst person ever!

i. cant. i cant anymore. theres nothing that can save me is there

Nope! Not at all!

Ohh... it isn't responding, is it? Alright. Here's the plan.

You can't kill yourself right now. You can't. But, you can kill yourself tomorrow, and it'd be quite easy. If it's a snow day, that's quite simple since you'll be home alone and, well, that just solves itself. If it isn't a snow day, you've got after school, and while it is unfortunately daylight out, it shouldn't be too tough. Worst comes to worst, after therapy you should be able to, just getting through therapy will be the issue.

The worst part will be keeping this plan, but I'm sure knowing that Jackie's dead will help you to actually go through with it.

Yeah, sure Puddle. Keep reloading that page. Jackie's dead. You know it. You know you caused it to kill itself. Just accept it.

Let's see... when should we schedule this? Maybe... hmm... 10:30pm tonight sounds ok. And that gives us a good window in case we want to break down again! How nice!

Alright, so this is scheduled now. For the record, this was written from about 7:15 probably to 8:15. So, that's a pretty long time to be liveblogging a spiral, huh? In any case, hopefully either we see Jackie, or we die.

Jules I swear if you interfere I will kill myself more. I'll do it.

Update: turns out Jackie's still alive! So it looks like I might not have to kill myself tomorrow!

However, I do still plan to post this, if only to make Puddle even more upset because I've made Jackie upset. That should help, and who knows, maybe it'll lead to more death!

Puddle's in the background, being very upset at this decision, but he doesn't get to make choices anymore! He made Jackie upset. He should be dead, in my book, but because I can't quite kill him, the best I could do is kill the body.

Update 2: Oh, I see you. Wanting to delay this post further, because Jackie's going through stuff. Nope~! Not going to allow it! We made this decision, we're gonna live with it! Unless you want to be a coward, but I know you don't!

...its not like anyone will respond to the whole thing

Excellent point, Puddle! Great way to make people more likely to respond, by pointing out their flaws in helping us! How useful of you, like always!

We're still posting this. You don't get a say.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Hey, Cap.

This is quite a heavy thing to admit. And it’s gonna be quite the story. But I don’t know where else to air it all out. I think I’ve grown attached to you and all the other voices here no matter how silly. Because I get to talk about things vulnerably but not be ashamed… I’m just a voice here after all and its such a relief.

I used to be the top of the class.

I graduated salutatorian, and as leader of multiple clubs and organizations. I used to be who people are in awe of. I used to do it effortlessly while even having time to look good. I used to be the standard. God, I used to be exemplary.

I entered college with stars in my eyes. I started off struggling a little, but guess who made it to the top again? Me. I finished my first year still the 1st. Despite so much that happened, and despite my first ever heartbreak, I emerged the smartest. Nothing else mattered.

Come second year, someone else turned out more diligent than I ever could be. She genuinely enjoyed studying. And then another. And then another. And then I was no longer the smartest in the batch, hell, even the class. But I held on. I thought, as long as I end up graduating in the dean’s list, Ill be alright, right?

Wrong.

Because as soon as third year hit, I was cut off from the list.

In my defense, no one else made it to the list.

But that made me crumble more than I anticipated.

See, the other people I mentioned that have higher grades than me? They couldnt be bothered theyre no longer in the list. They just enjoy getting good grades and studying and its paying off for them really well.

Me? Well let’s just say sometimes I fucking hate what I chose to study.

Maybe my motivation in studying is wrong? Maybe there’s more to life than excelling?

When I do enjoy what I study, why am I not the best at it like I used to be? Back then when I am genuinely passionate about something I get the grades like it’s a miracle. I absorb things fast. I still do. But I just don’t retain them - rather I do not review them. That’s my fault. But still. Even without that, I used to be able to top the class anyway. But then right now, I genuinely enjoy studying hematology, yet god knows if I even passed that shit.

Its crazy. I don’t want to sound ungrateful. Honestly, burnouts can be worse. I could fail a subject and delay internship. I could be at the lowest percentile in class. I could be so so so much worse. And yet I hold on. I still try to be relentless. But I have to admit, I am no longer as happy. Maybe that’s why.

Maybe that’s why.

I want to cry but I can’t. Whats the point in it now? It’s a pattern. I cry and I do absolutely nothing about it because I dont know where to start.

I’m fucking average. All my life chasing this. Just to graduate fucking average.

I have a therapist that I lie to. A mother who I cannot confide to. A father that’s abroad. Friends I pretend to be alright in front of. Cousins that are too young to understand and relatives who I cannot disappoint.

None of them are in the field of medicine. None of them will ever understand and spare me pity. All of them — they all think I’m some kind of genius.

Worst part? For a time, I thought so too.

Fuck.

I’m sorry, Curly. And all fellow voices.

I have no one else.

Hey, mate.

Okay. Then I… will try to be calm about it. Owe you that much.

I haven’t experienced everything you’re describing, Tine. But when it comes to losing the stars in your eyes? Let’s just say I know the feeling. And I’m so sorry that you know it too.

Yeah no that’s it. There’s more to life than excelling. Fuck, there’s so much more than that. Can’t even begin to tell you. There’s life, you know? If I’m being real, I never wanted to climb the ladder. I just wanted to get off the ground. Didn’t want to be a captain, really. Just to fly. But, well. Excellence is what we strive for, yeah? Otherwise what’s the point?

Pony Express was supposed to be a step. A temporary thing. Just a trip or two, and then… Bigger things. But that wasn’t enough. I had to be the best at it before I was allowed to move on. And as you know, once you get to the top, you have to stay there. No matter how much it hurts.

But you know what? The times in my life where I was the happiest had fuck-all to do with success. It was trying new things, even if I was bad at them. Especially if I was. It was being at home and enjoying the weather. Going for a walk. Putting on some music. That’s what life’s about, I think. Not flying as high as you can, but… living with the little things and loving them.

An average life might not be the most glamorous of its kind. But right now? It sounds pretty damn brilliant. So yeah, you’re allowed to be upset that you’re falling short of where you want to be. Of course you are. But hey. Tine. Listen. You’re also allowed to fall short. Fuck what anyone says. Just get through this. One day and then the next, yeah? You don’t have to believe me, but average is a great thing to be.

…Probably should stop lying to your therapist. Otherwise what are you paying them for? Medical school is hard as hell. I haven’t been through it, but I know that. I’ve seen how hard Anya studies just to make it in. She’s probably the smartest person I know and she still hasn’t gotten in. It’s fucking hard and— I wouldn’t say pity, but I definitely feel sorry for you. You’re struggling. I get it. Maybe I can’t understand your specific experience, but I know all too well what it’s like to fall short. You just have to keep going from where you’re at.

It’s hard to let people down. It’s harder when ‘people’ includes yourself. I know how that is, I really do. Please, don’t apologize. I hope I could help you a little. If there’s anything I can do, anything you need off your chest, I’m here.

Sending mind hugs to you. I’m sorry for what you’re going through.

[ultra-raging-ghost]

I reached post limit so im gonna write this and save it for midnight to post later 🥰

-10:30 EST

Richas made a reference/mentioned outliving forever and bad started screaming and sobbing for a solid 2 minutes and then started talking about how no no forevers probably fine cucuruchos probably taking care of him, richas asked if thats what bad tells himself to sleep at night, if he just lies to himself and bad said yes! if all else fails, simply lie to yourself and push your true feelings down to make it through this meaningless existence :D and richas said "so if we said the sky is pink at all times a day and just lie to ourselves its ok?" and bad said yes, we already lie to ourselves all the time we just need to think about how much lying we accept :3

richas thinks dappers colorblind

bad said his chats british 😭

time to read books!

-10:40 EST

bad is making fun of us for being sad because of angst(/lh/j) and sang a brief song about us being sad and mentioned "the sun is gone" just to torment us over forever being gone. He also went f5 said something like “if you think it’s sad now… anyway..... spoilers!!" implying it will get even sadder!! (terrified)

oh theres a letter for bbh and forever :((( this might be sad now that forevers. in his place. chats crying

-10:50 EST

Bad is screaming and crying because forever will never be able to read his letter, hes literally head in hands screaming and crying and hes letting the TTS read it out

one of the qsmp purgatory programmers wrote bad a letter saying he was supposed to die more and bad said hes a bug tester at heart and richas is bullying bad because of how many bugs he found and exploited LMAO bad said he'll fudging do it again

-11:00 EST

bad found ANOTHER wall bug to glitch thru, hes insane

-11:10 EST

someone said the word forever and bad is reduced to shambles on the floor, hes crying and whining forevers name in tears and agony and he made the dying "bleh" sound like 4 times

also bad mentioned that as soon as its confirmed to the characters like in-character that max is dead theyre having a funeral for him, like bad as the grim reaper knows but he hasnt told anyone, nobodys aware of him being gone, >>>>also he was ominous and said he needed to shoot max a message oorp and refused to elaborate. what the fuck was that about badboyhalo? <<<<<

-11:30 EST

Bad and richas and pomme wanna make an elevator death trap and then call foolish over to trap/murder him <3 chat is advocating for this idea. chat also wants to see the museum, bad said yes!!! Museum time!

before that, bad is being ominously silent again and is texting off screen. that max comment earlier + this makes me worried. MOVING ON THO BC HES SINGING HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO RICHAS AND POMME GOT HIM A PRESENT FOR HIS BDAY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY RICHAS!!!!! (in brazil time) The present is Honey cookies! because richas got covered in honey and used as bait while they were away LMAO

Bad was talking about the 1k snow golems prank and was wondering if the cleanup team would be upset or love that, and richas said "lets say im part of that tio" and bad is now saying richas will take 100% accountability for that and will clean all of it up by himself LMAOOOO richas placed down signs saying "NO TIO I NEVER SAID THAT!! I DIDNT" and bad read them out loud as "Yes tio i agree i did say that ill do it!"

oh god bads spamming richas signs everywhere this is gonna fucking lag everything LMAOOOO richas crashed and bad kept placing until he got bored and said "yessssss richas will get in so much trouble hahaha! messing with the server!!!! bad then said "Richas always comes back" in the FNAF voice, didnt need to know you were an even bigger nerd BBH but okay /aff

-11:40 EST

Pomme is dragging bbh around on a lasso and is trapping him somewhere <3333 theyre climbing up the big ben and bad is taking SO MUCH DAMAGE he has his auto eat on

he accidentally said the word "forever" again and started crying again, his chat is in shambles.

MUSEUM TIME!!!!!!

HELP THE FUCKING ADMINS INCLUDED A DRAWING OF BAD LITERALLY STUCK IN A PADDED ROOM BASED ON HIS TIME IN JAIL, RICHAS SAID "natural habitat"

>>>>>>bad's crying again, and being horny because of how "cute" forever looks in the fanart, but mostly crying<<<<<

pomme started bullying bad because he called forever cute LMAO

tinas on!!!!!

-11:50 EST

Bad's crying again over art of him and forever in the pool he made in forevers base, the admins want to hurt him specifically/j

"treasure the wholesome moments chat, for they are just dust in the wind" -BBH 2023

bad took his totems out of his offhand again :)

Bad's crying again over another image of him and forever!!

[s0apmactav1sh]

Alex keller headcanons cuz hes still my husband and ive not focused enough on him because of my dedication to my other fics

I should be sleeping. I need a better sleep schedule

Cw: smut, male directed but can be read as nb no use of yn. These are just my headcanons for alex, i apologise if they arent in line with the actual game/game play i havent played it in a while

SFW <3

I full heartedly believe he grew up with siblings and was the oldest. I feel he was the "im player 1 bcuz im the oldest" type sibling but he still loved playing with his younger brothers/sisters. I feel he most likely had two younger sisters and was constantly hovering whenever they brought home guys or girls.

He was a sporty child, football? Yup, baseball? Yup, basketball? Sure why not. Anything that required him to be fully hands on he did. I think he was constantly on the move with training nearly every day of the week which he always attended no matter what.

Didnt have a girlfriend till his senior year of high school cuz he was completely oblivious to the girls who swooned over him. A complete gentleman and had great manners cuz his mama didnt raise no slob.

Only started experimenting with men in college but even then he was reluctant to try with the same sex bcuz he wasnt sure if it was ok to feel that way. Questioned his sexuality a lot when going through his phase of having one night stands with men

Joined the army to be 'helpful' he had the mindset that he wasnt being helpful sitting in his apartment doing nothing after finishing college. Fully enjoyed the training and everything. Put him into a routine that reminded him of his years of sports

Looks up to farah completely. No matter what he respects her entirely and sees her as the commander over there team.

Prefers a partner that isnt in the military, he'd rather come home to them and drop work off at the door. Hes a work stays at work typa guy and never drags things back, even if something goes bad he doesnt make it an entire personality afterwards for his partner to deal with.

NSFW <3

A raging bisexual but leans more towards men. Defo prefers to be the bottom rather than top mostly because hes so use to having a constant lifestyle so he'd rather be able to lay on his stomach taking it and being treated like a pillow prince that he is.

Loves recieving. Whether it be head or being eaten out he loves it. He's still a giver like will 100% return the favour to his partner if they want but if his partner is more into given well then he has no problem allowing them to do whatever.

Likes toys. Like the ones where his partner can control it, turning it up or down while its inside him. If is partner is male he defo has a custome dildo in the shape of there dick. Just for when hes on base and they arent there.

PHONE SEX!!!! do it with this man and hes folding. Absolutely adores it when hes being told what to do and how to do it. Makes it even better when his partner is on facetime with him and they can see what hes trying to do and they correct it if hes doing it wrong/about to hurt himself.

Eye contact. And a lot of it. Love just lovingly looking at his partner while theyre fucking the life out of him <3 even if there eyes are squeezed shut he still finds his eyes trailing over there facial features. Just completely adores the look as they pleasure him and themselves.

A proud moaner. Man will moan no matter what he has so many sensitive spots and with an attentive partner theres not a chance he stands that he can be quiet but it makes things seem even sweeter bcuz he voices his pleasure so much during the act.

That is it. Ill make another one for king!price later and part 2 to my fic coming out when i wake up

[the-s1lly-corner]

Keep requesting from different people with no luck but what if jason voorhees had a S/O who reads to him when he's "sleeping" in the lake and he has dreams about the story and has a dream of him and the reader as beauty and the beast?

Reading B&B to Jason + Dream stuff!

while this isnt a slasher blog and i am grossly underqualified to speak of anything book related to beauty and the beast, i truly do love this idea + i really felt the whole request thing </3 this aint perfect but i hope you enjoy it regardless! may your other/future requests be answered someday! !!!quick note, admins only exposure to beauty and the beast is the original disney film, they have never read any renditions of it so theyre going off the basic bare bones concept not proof read, i am literally belting this out before i gotta bake an order </3

I could be silly, i could make him dream of himself as the beauty as opposed to being the beast, but im not 100% sure how i would go about writing that.... perhaps ill save that for the next time my slasher brainrot strikes me

i think he would love that you read for him, small little act that helps heal that inner child inside him + it reminds him of how his mom used to read to him at night. its almost bittersweet... im torn on whether or not pam would've read him beauty and the beast/similar adjacent tales. I admit, I'm not sure how many renditions of the story there are, and which ones were around when Jason was a kid but lets say, for convivence lets say she didnt

whenever you read to him hes hooked on every word you say, head in your lap and looking up at you with this sort of sparkle in his eye. loves it when you put on goofy voices for different characters. generally a very calm and peaceful moment between the two of you

so imagine offering to read the story to him, and he is just. totally immersed. even before he falls asleep he sees the parallels between the book and you, bonus if you somehow find a way to show him the disney movie of it

as for the dreams, naturally he's in the beasts position. solitary and secluded away from others, and self admittedly from the man himself, a sight for sore eyes (no matter how much some may disagree), and you as the beauty (not that much changes in the dream, he already sees you as something radiant)

the first time he has the dream he doesnt really say anything about it, actually he doesnt remember most of the dream thanks to him nearly forgetting everything that second he wakes up

but the dream keeps happening, even long after you first read the story to him, and each night he seems to be able to piece everything together

you wander into his home, and he keeps you. protects you, actually. the events of your arrival in the dream are blurred, but seem to line up with how you first entered his life.

theres no talking furniture, unfortunately

however i do wanna say theres talking animals in their place

nature boy

actually, jason doesnt seem to be a prince in his dreams, just a simple man

hes not even a physical monster in his dreams.

but unlike the disney adaptation, when the whole... breaking the curse thing happens, there is no transformation. so hey, theres that at least

he eventually talks to you about it, sheepishly signing the details to you as he tries to not seem embarrassed about it. but he cant help but to get giddy when he sees your smile

"aww you dream about me?" is a comment sure to make his signing pause for a second before he covers his hands over his mask

i wish i had more for this but im on a bit of a time crunch atm and as stated in the authors note my only exposure is the disney film and SOBS

you (making sure hes okay with the nickname first, obviously) playfully call him beast, and he starts calling you beauty

the story eventually kind of becomes you guys' thing, like how some couples have their song or their movie or their whatever

[midnightfire830]

Asylum

so are cups n mugs with the questers rn?, and if so what do they think about the wild cup, does cups ever get blackouts?, if you were to list off mental illnesses from cups what would they be, is cups only nice to mugs and literally rabid to everyone else?, is there a cure for cupheads wildness, has cuphead ever actually been to an asylum?, does cups ever experience self loathing or self hate?, does cuphead have medication he takes just to stay sane?, is cuphead even sane?, has cuphead ever been in isolation?, what does cannikan think about his son being like his, does cannikan even know?

Lost toys

So how exactly does everything work?, do the toys have to eat?, does it kinda work like toy story?, for example, the toys could be doin something and someones like “hey andys comin” and then everybody just goes limp, or do the toys have theyre own domain where they exist, or is it kind of like that one tayo the bus movie (i forgor his name T-T), like the humans that own the toys somehow throw them away or lose them some how and they end up in a world with other lost toys like them, what are each of the questers roles?, are there any legos? (Dumb ahh question i know😭), is everything made out of wood and plastic?, what type of toys have theyre faces painted on?, do the toys need to eat?c like toy food or sumthin?, are there any toxic things the toys need to avoid?, like for example acid or soda.. (the soda gets everything all sticky😭)

Angel blood

I think remember you sayin they have some kinda psychic abilities (i thinj), like mugman can do what alice does and feel emotions, and cuphead could see the future, what is the limitation for mugmans ability to sense emotions, can he sense bloodlust or jealousy?, can mugman sense when someone is depressed, or have any mental illness related to emotions?, what was mugman like during the love of tainted bacon chapter?, was he any different?, now for cuphead, could cuphead see when his heart was about to be pulled out of his chest?, if so did he do anything to avoid it?, what are cupheads coping mechanisms for seeing into the future?, if cuphead sees anything important, does he write it down?, could cuphead be able to control it if he worked hard enough?

Ghost

If cuphead was in ghost form would he be able to posses things and people kinda like chalice in TCS?,what would cannikan think,if cuphead could, could he posses the devil?,I remember you tellin me that cuphead had no limits to flying so he could be in like outerspace or sumthin, but in human form could cuphead potentially survive out there?, does cuphead need food?, how fast can cuphead fly?, if cuphead flew out of the earth than put of orbit and THEN out of the galaxy, if he kept flying could he technically fly to another multiverse?

Mermaid

Do the questers just live in an open ocean or is there a civilization of mer people?, if you were to measure any of the questers to an average sized human being, what would be the difference in height?, what kind of fish are they based on?, could they go to the mariana trench?, or how far can they go down?, what are theyre life spans?, can they breath on land and on water?, if any of the questers were to eat human food, what would they be able to eat and not be able to eat?, can any of the questers get legs?, how far away from mainland do the questers live?, if you were to take each quester, how valuable would their scales be? (Or atleast for the ones that do have scales)

Other questions unrelated to aus

I have alot of aus that are unshared, uhhh what would be a good way to get people interested in them?, and what are your human quester headcanons

(Yes im listening to the intense voice of hatsune miku and eating pizza while writing these paragraph long questions)

/lh /t ^^

I’ll answer a couple from each. You’re welcome to re-ask any that I dont answer if you’d like.

Asylum:

If you were to list off mental illnesses from Cups what would they be?

- Cup doesnt exactly have a mental illness. Moreover the demon blood incident took a harder toll against him and he has a way harder time coping and adjusting to it. The main things being he’s a lot more emotionally volatile and unstable. He’s generally in his right mind from day to day. Just if you get him angry and upset he’s quicker to go into a rampage and those rampages last long. And in general he’s WAAAYYYYYY moodier.

Does Cuphead have medications he takes just to stay sane?

- No medications as of yet. If he WERE then maybe anti-depressants or something to treat anxiety. To help with mood swings and regulating his emotions a bit. But those didn’t exist in the 1920s. They were introduced in the medical field in the 50s. And even then, back in the 20s they didn’t have a good understanding of mental illness. Literally people were put in asylums for having ADHD. So. No. No medications. Or official clinical “treatment” outside of what Flug, Hat, and the Devil did to help.

Lost Toys:

So how does everything exactly work? . . . Does it kinda work like Toy Story?

- Pretty much the thing you said “That one Tayo the bus movie”. You know those stories parent’s tell their children when a pet dies? That they went to a farm or something or a better place to make the child feel better? A way for them to cope? That’s a similar idea that I’m going for. The AU is in a child’s imagination. And it’s their favorite toys going to a magical forest where other lost or forgotten toys go to live in the woods together.

What type of toys have their faces painted?

- Cuphead, mugman, Cala, boris, bendy, holly, and Alice have painted on faces. In a sense.

Angel Blood:

What was Mugman like during the tainted love of bacon chapter?

- Well leading up to the love spell mugs wasnt reacting all that well to the experiments. Trying not to get sick and probably had to sit back a few times. So either he wasn’t there for the love spell or he was still under its effect but didn’t care enough to notice the emotions going on around him. Though it was definitely a LOT. Afterwards tho he’d feel very VERY sick.

What are Cuphead’s coping mechanisms for seeing in the future? If he sees something important, does he write it down?

- He keeps a ‘dream journal’ of sorts in his pocket. He doesnt always write every vision he gets but ones that feel important to him or significant he notes down.

Ghost:

In human form could Cuphead potentially survive out there?

- He couldn’t survive in human form out in space. He’d die of suffocation and prolly extreme temperatures and whatever other stardust is out there

Does Cuphead need food?

- Yes He needs food for energy to sustain his body and soul. Even if he were to stay in his ghost form he’d still loose energy and eventually die.

Mermaid:

- So, a bit on the world building:

Short answer: both.

Long answer: the questers live a nomadic lifestyle (no permanent housing, a lot of traveling, etc) Living that kind of lifestyle is very normal for young adult merfolk. Once they get older they leave their families and go off on their own. Start their own pods, explore the world, and figure themselves out. It’s waaayyy more dangerous that way, especially for lone travelers and children. Which is why they usually stick together in groups. From there when they start their own families or get on in their years some decidedly settle down in more permanent housing. And some stay on the nomadic lifestyle. It’s up to preference.

But there are merman civilizations that exist. Most popular being the lost city of Atlantis. It used to be a kingdom on the surface before it fell into the sea. The humans inhabiting it all died out and merfolks moved in. Fixing it up and making it their own. The lost city is now the equivalent to a large city and it’s highly populated by merpeople.

What kind of fish are they based on?

- Ok. Cuphead is a Lionfish, Mugman is a Blue African Peacock Cichlid or and Electric Blue Hap (I can’t tell the difference. They might be the same things I’m not sure), Bendy is a sea monster, his design is based off of the Pixar movie Luca, Boris is a Great White Shark, Felix is a Black Axolotl, Holly is a Yellow Seahorse, and Alice is a White Opal Betta!

I’ll answer a 3rd cuz im obsessed with merman atm

How far away from the mainland do the questers live?

- It varies. But they usually stick kinda close to the mainland rather than far out in the open like most merfolk. They hang out especially along the southern eastern coast of the US in the coral reefs. Like around the Bahamas off the coasts of Florida, Cuba, Puerto Rico, and the Dominican Republic. But they travel other places when they want. Especially for their work, or if they need things that you can only buy in major civilizations.

And a good way to get people interested in your AUs?

Honestly? Just share content. Frequently post art, tease fun things, interact with people in comments or reblogs as much as possible and make as many friends as possible. Build up a community. It’s really, really slow progress. Almost painfully slow. But in the end its worth it.

Have fun! Thanks for the ask!!!

[asciidot]

anymore angel vox? :3 how does he interact with other characters! /nf!

i am currently in Sketch Hell as i would describe it so ill be reblogging later when i can Draw but. Ramble under the cut

Firstoff i made the design because of a handful of fics which i read and stupidly forgot to save . Namely the one where he died for alastor, angelic interference, and the one where they made a fuckup on the books. (Ill get back when i find their names) . I just wanted to make the design for the sake of it and try to make his looks fit heaven and also my interpretation of vox, so hes intended to look almost like a character youd see on an old tv show but a bit more suave. I also wanted a space age head because i mean thats The Period of innovation and while there were certainly similar designs while he was alive its more symbolic of progress than actual progress. Then my brain started doing its thing and when i start thinking about anything for more than five seconds i get a bunch of pins and red string and become a full blown theorist who needs to connect everything to worldbuilding or ill die

so. I started a fic and if you find it you find it :]

ANYWAY! CLAPS MY HANDS

my angel vox.

Point the first! this isnt a vox goes straight to heaven, its canon divergence. Vox dies, goes to hell, and at the peak of his messy hell career he dies again and goes to heaven. Vox is not redeemed.

2. Vox is powerless. Heaven equalises people. It has rules, a lot of rules, and these are sown straight into their reality which cant be broken. He does however have free will and a silver tongue.

3. I think vox and sera would get along surprisingly well when it came to it. Sera is a 'tough love' sort of character, and does believe shes doing good in spite of it all, and is willing to do lesser evils. Vox cares about nothing but numbers and outcomes. This means that if they share a goal a lot of their approaches would also be shared, and i think theyd be fond of that.

4. Vox despises heaven. Just the fundamental concept of it. He does enjoy a struggle and he does enjoy pain, thats the point of being alive to him. Or well. dead. Its an uphill battle but its his uphill battle to fight. Also he just needs something to keep him occupied at all given times or he might just snap #adhd

4a. He also hates the residents, mostly because of very well earned trust issues how its not fun to talk to any of them. They just say whatever theyre thinking, no song and dance, no fine print, and vox loves fine print and searching for hidden meanings.

5. Emily is nice and almost tolerable but he would absolutely throw her off a bridge if it benefited him without second thought. He hates how much of a bleeding heart she is, but that seems to be a trait of everyone up there

6. Vox's relationship with himself is a complex mess. It always has been and heaven made it worse. Not only did it revert his body to how it was when he first fell but Angel Edition, hes barely mechanical anymore- and while being a good part machine was all part of hells punishment at the start for various psyche reasons (as well as how inconvenient it was) he had grown to worship and love his inorganic nature, and how much better it was than his faulty body . I have headcanons about that but that falls under spoiler territory for Said Fic. But heaven handing him back his flesh and blood is a massive massive violation of his boundaries and the moment he stops and actually starts thinking about what the hell has happened hes gonna break

7. The vees think vox is dead dead. Angel!vox would... have a strained relationship if he were to meet like that. On one hand, hes vox! Their vox! But like this he can't be his usual overlord self and while he trusts them enough to view them as friends, he wouldn't be able to face them as partners like this; business or otherwise. Hes horribly powerless and they need him on his A game.

8. Alastor (angel!vox punches the ground and eats drywall)