#so much of their proper bonding happens while they share a body.

[windupaidoneus]

back to bed mmmmm the comfort of wife time

[nataliepruitts]

Our Precious Gem | Possessive!Bully! Tomura, Touya, & Kai x Reader

Chapter 6

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Hatred was the one emotion Tomura, Touya, and Kai knew best, from the time they were born seeds of hatred were implanted into their hearts and grew as they grew. Touya and Tomura especially, growing up with abusive fathers who asked way too much of them, the more they experienced and witnessed the more that hatred for others grew.

When Tomura and Touya first met in kindergarten they bonded instantly over their shared experience. It took a bit of time for Kai to get mixed in with them, mostly because he didn't like interacting with people. He had a bit of a better life than them, he had maids and servants who did whatever he asked and gave him anything he wanted, but his parents were barely around. They were always doing some work for the Hassaikai so he had no proper parental guidance, and resentment started stirring in him. But he did end up getting close with them by the time they got into grade school.

Hatred is the emotion the three of them know best, so when you walked into their lives in grade school and they couldn't feel any hatred towards you, even though they really tried to, they were confused. They didn't know what was going on. To them, you were the prettiest girl in class, scratch that, you were the prettiest girl in the entire school. But you were still just another kid and they wanted to hate your guts, so they started teasing you.

When you tried to be friends with them you stirred something inside of them, something they didn't recognize, and it frustrated them. It frustrated them that they couldn't hate you, and they let their frustrations out on you, the more frustrated they got the meaner they were. You're nothing, you're just another nuisance that they have to deal with every day at school. A part of them wants to keep you away from them and not have to deal with you, while another part hates that you try to avoid them.

One day, in the second year of grade school, you notice that Kai is being more distant than usual, he's even distancing himself from Tomura and Touya. You overheard some of the teachers talking about how Kai's parents died in a turf war that was happening and he was taken in by the leader of the Hassaikai. You now understand why he was being so distant.

"Hey, Chisaki," you greet him as you sit next to him.

"Leave me alone, filth. I don't want to deal with you today."

Your heart pounds in your chest, you never thought that you would ever try to comfort one of your bullies, but here you are. "I heard about your parents and I just wanted to say -"

"That you're sorry!?" Kai shouts as he gets up out of his chair, "That's all everyone has been telling me, I don't need to hear it from a loser like you as well! Now get out of my sight before I beat you up!"

You get up out of your chair and throw your arms around him, hugging him tightly, "I know this means nothing to you, but I really am sorry for your loss. I want to say that I'm here for you if you want to talk but I know you would never accept that offer."

Kai's eyes widened as he stood there frozen, this was the first hug he had ever gotten. His heart pounds in his chest as he feels your small body pressed up against his. What is this feeling? There's a strange emotion he's feeling that he doesn't understand and it scares him. He pushes you away from him as he stumbles back, almost tripping over the chair. "Don't ever do that again! Don't even touch me!" He shouted before rushing to the bathroom.

He started avoiding you after that thinking that if he stayed away from you his heart wouldn't feel like it was gonna pound right out of his chest, but he quickly discovered that just looking at you made his heart beat faster, and that strange feeling return. Tomura and Touya noticed how he was always acting weird around you all of a sudden but they just shrugged it off.

After Tomura lost his whole family in a break-in and was taken in by Mr. Shigaraki, he didn't know what to do with all the emotions that were building up. He started getting into fights at school and was being a lot meaner to all the other kids, including you. Everybody was scared to approach him and talk to him, the only ones that could were Touya and Kai. But when you saw him in the hallway, sitting in a corner by himself, having a mental breakdown while scratching violently at his neck, you couldn't just ignore him.

You walk into the bathroom, get some paper towels, wet them, and make your way over to him. You kneel in front of him and carefully grab his wrists, he looks up at you with wide teary eyes, he didn't expect anyone to be in the hallway. He watches you as you carefully wipe the blood off his neck with one of the wet paper towels. "I'm sure it means nothing coming from me, but I'm sorry you're going through all this. You shouldn't have to deal with this stuff at your age."

You take another paper towel and clean his face. His heart pounds in his chest as he gets a weird feeling in his stomach, your soft touches and gentle caresses giving him a weird feeling. You almost look like an angel in this moment. You pull him into a hug and his heart feels like it's about to explode out of his chest. He pushes you back as he stands up, he's so quick to move away from you that he almost trips over his own feet. He looks at you with wide eyes as he starts hyperventilating, he feels like he's about to die.

"Don't ever touch me again! Don't even come near me! You're a witch! You did something to me!"

You look at him in confusion, wondering what could have caused him to call you a witch, but before you can say anything, Tomura runs off. After that interaction, he started avoiding you as Kai did. You don't know what you did to make them start avoiding you now but whatever it was you wish that you had done it sooner if it meant they would finally leave you alone. Touya continues to bully you but he is very confused about why Kai and Tomura are now avoiding you.

Kai and Tomura weren't the same after their interactions with you, Kai kept feeling the sensation of your body pressed up against his and it drove him crazy. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop thinking about how warm the hug was. Tomura would sit in his bed at night feeling like he was losing his mind because he couldn't stop thinking about you. He would sit there tugging on his hair, "Why can't I get her out of my head?"

Touya didn't understand what was going on with them until the day he arrived at school with burns on his body, he got caught up in the house fire that his mom had set. He had burns on his upper torso, up his neck to his bottom jaw, and up to his ear, as well as on his arms. Kids being kids, the other kids talked about how disgusting he looked with his burns. You can tell he was going through a lot of trauma between getting burnt and his mom being sent away to a hospital, he's left with living with his father who he hates.

You find him sitting alone trying to get some burn ointment onto his burns but he was having trouble with his back. You go to sit next to him and take the ointment from him. "What are you doing?"

"You can't get the ointment onto your back yourself so I'm gonna help you. Now turn around." You turn him around and start putting the ointment on his back. He didn't want you to at first but he knew you were right, he couldn't do it himself, so he sat there and let you do it.

"I can't believe you're the one doing this." He had a scowl on his face as he sat there letting you do it. His breath hitched when he felt your fingers on his back gently rubbing the ointment in, he felt electricity run down his back and through his whole body as he got a weird feeling in his stomach.

"I'm sorry for how the other kids are treating you, no one should be teased for something they can't help."

"Worry about yourself, I don't need a pathetic loser like you worrying about me."

You stayed quiet as you continued to apply the ointment to his back. When you were done you handed the ointment back to him, he grabbed it and ran off. Once he was away from you he put a hand on his chest as he tried to calm his heart. What was with those strange feelings? She had to have done something to me.

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"We could have just gone to the cafeteria at school to grab lunch. You guys didn't have to take me to a restaurant," you tell the three boys as you look around the restaurant. It's one of those fancy places that you never saw yourself going to, mostly because you couldn't afford it. You feel out of place here. You felt out of place just riding in the limo with them. "I don't have any money with me. I could never afford this food."

"You don't need money, we'll be paying for it," Kai says as he hands you a menu.

Your eyes widen, "I can't let you do that!"

"Consider it a treat for always doing our homework and projects," Tomura says as he looks at the menu.

You open up the menu to look at the food, but when you see the prices you throw down the menu and jump up out of your chair, "Nope!" You try to make an escape but Kai is quick to grab your arm and pull you back into your seat before you can even take a step away from the table.

"Y/n, we're not gonna fight with you on this! We are buying you lunch so order something!" Kai says as he holds your arm to make sure you don't try to get up again. You sigh as you pick up the menu, you know that once these three make up their minds to do something they're gonna do it and there is no fighting it. You look through the menu and you find something that you have always wanted to try, so you decide to order it and hope that you like it. Especially since someone else is paying for it.

As you wait for the food to be brought out, you look at the three boys sitting with you. Touya's arms, chest, and neck are covered in tattoos in an attempt to cover the burn scars, and both he and Kai got piercings on their ears, but Touya also has piercings on his nose. Both of them give off that bad boy vibe that always drew girls to them, you were never surprised when girls started throwing themselves at them throughout middle school and into high school. But every single one of them would be scared away and you started wondering if they would ever get girlfriends and maybe even settle down.

Tomura, on the other hand, doesn't do well with people. If he wasn't friends with Touya and Kai then you're pretty sure that he wouldn't have any friends at all with the way he is. You still can't believe how much they have grown from those little boys you knew in grade school, you also can't believe that in a few weeks, the four of you will be going into your last year of high school.

[azullumi]

fatui!scara with a son and his wife? (req)

summary — he had never thought that he would come to that part in his life wherein he has something he wishes to protect more than his heart, more than the ambitions that he hold.

pairing — wanderer or scaramouche/female!reader

tags — fluff, established relationship, domestic life ; headcanons

words — 714

note — hellooooo it seems like my schedule of uploading 1 fic each day is going to be delayed or put on pause for like a few weeks because im in a cultural performance for our school :DD anyways! here, i hope you'll like this anon!

Scaramouche had never thought once in his life that he will be looking forward to something at the end of the day, to have himself giddy and anxious throughout the whole time as he accomplishes his missions or sits behind his desk to do whatever paper he was given. He had never thought that he would come to that part in his life wherein he has something he wishes to protect more than his heart, more than the ambitions that he hold. he had never expected any of your arrival along with a child who has your looks and his personality.

Due to his demanding and busy schedule, usually having to accomplish tasks and missions given to him by the Tsaritsa, you rarely see him come home early and it is only on events that occur once in a blue moon that he will do so. If you ever try to stay up late in order to wait for him, however, he will scold you even if deep down he feels happy. It worries him seeing your tired state, eyes trying to stay open and body threatening to relax to sleep, and it makes him wonder how much you pushed yourself just so you could greet him once he comes home.

Although you frequently sleep with nobody by your side, you wake up with him beside you—either awake and watching you or also still asleep and trying to catch up on the rest that he needs. Occasionally, your son would also join in the bed and would be sleeping in between you two, cuddled and cradled, and when you and Scaramouche are already awake while he’s still unconscious, you’ll stay in bed a little bit longer and talk to each other quietly. It is in those peaceful moments shared in the morning that he forgets all his worries and problems.

He is usually exhausted from his work so he prefers spending time with you sleeping in bed or doing anything together that doesn’t require that much energy. He spends some of his time watching over his son and teaching him about all the things that he has to know, although majority of the time he comes off as intimidating due to his nature and personality—you have to tell him what to do to not scare his own child and to build a proper bond with him because after all, he’s a little bit clumsy and unfamiliar with such relationships and manners.

Even if he’s always away, he tries to always be there especially for his child. He makes an effort through sending letters, buying souvenirs and gifts he got from his trips, spending time with you all as much as possible once he comes home, and many more.

When he’s on his day off or break, he’ll take everyone out to spend time together—mostly in places that don't have that many people as he doesn’t wish for anyone to disturb the only time that he gets to have with his loved ones. Although if you insist and you plead for the three of you to go to a festival or event together, he’ll eventually give in but then of course, he’ll always be on his guard and have people on stand-by on each corner in case something happens. He just can’t afford being too careless.

In order to protect his family, he keeps the fact that he has a family—a wife and a son—as a secret and only close and trusted people know it. After all, he’s a Fatui Harbinger and it’s not uncommon for him to not have enemies so for his beloved ones to be safe, he’ll keep your existences in the dark and have people guarding you at all times when he’s away due to his work.

Oftentimes, he stays up all night while you’re asleep and his child is sleeping beside him and he wonders, thinking and contemplating, if he really deserved to have this kind of happiness after all the misery that he had. You were an escape to his problems, the peace to each of the conflicts that he has, bringing an illusion of serenity to his living of chaos and turmoil and if ever something happens to either of you two, he’ll gladly burn with his hands.

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

[the-whispers-of-death]

yknow the whole mafia-god!reader junk i sent in. what if... hear me out. role reversal lets fucking go!!!

what if all of that pain, all of that suffering happens to stone instead. what if hes the one getting forced trough the meat grinder

he thought he knew pain. that he knew suffering. but *this*? he can feel his bones moving, readjusting, muscles tearing and healing at the same time. senses sharpening to the extreme

what if he can only look on in horror as his body shifts. his muscles spasm without painfully, his hands and nails sharpening. a crimson tint taking over

he seems like the type of guy to want to tough this out, but just *cant* this is worse than any possible torture he's been trough. his head is *loud* its buzzing like a bee nest, it feels like he can taste colours and see smells.

maybe its so overwhelming that in his haze he claws his way trough his quarters. quite literally dragging himself up, and slumping against the door across the hall.

maybe its late in the night when this transformation takes place. maybe his mind gets clouded with guilt as a half-asleep mafia!reader opens the door and just... freezes.

after all, what the fuck are you supposed to do in this situation?

or maybe theres a one-off chance that reader has had brief run-ins with the occult. the magical and the otherworldly. maybe he slowly, steadily guides his suffering right-hand man onto his bed. soothing words and gentle caresses

stone experiencing the most gentle love hes ever felt while in the most extrairdinary amounts of pain hes been. theres a poem hidden somewhere in all that irnony, i feel.

food for thought: what if this all happened BECAUSE of his devotion. his loyalty, his adoration, his worship

what if this is the universes way of saying "alright. fine. you asked for this so now you get the proper body fit for a worshiper. the ideal protector, the best dog for your master"

i wanna say that he maybe gains a 6th sense of sorts. maybe presences are felt easier this way. heat detection? stronger smell? echolocation? whatever it is, it makes it so much easier to spot hidden targets.

while i was picturing mafia-god!reader as a satyr type after his transformation, i cant see anything but a werewolf type for stone. but like. perma-shifted. fuzzy bastard baby 24/7

maybe he gets more territorial. its HIS god, HIS to see, HIS to touch, HIS to love. this is one of those times i wish i knew how to write smut, but alas...

anyways more food for thought because ig im on a roll today: what if.. what if both of them go trough this in the same universe. bonding trough shared trauma of achieving godhood.

i see stone maybe getting very protective. hes seen HIS god go trough unimaginable pain, then he lived it himself later down the line. nothing, NOTHING is touching mafia-god!reader.

anyways matching collars that say "devil" and "devils dog" for reader and stone respectively

~ rusty

You are feeding me and everyone else so well. I'm speechless. Love these types of asks where all I have to do is react to the gold-mine that y'all type out.

The matching collars bit at the end? Criminal!Stone would happily wear a collar which said "Devil's Dog".

[jaybleu25]

Before I start the question, I gotta say, I’ve been a big fan ever since I saw your Never Have I Ever vidéo. As for the question, I want to know what would happen if your AU’s Mimi fell in love? My friend says that would be a scary thought considering how Mr. L’s death drove her to throw Luigi off a cliff.

I'm glad you've stuck around since then! I've been a bit worried recently that people don't like my more recent stuff as much as my older stuff, so hearing that gives me a bit of relief qwq

As for Mimi having a love interest, I don't think she necessarily had feelings like that towards Mr. L. I kind of made them to sort of be "best friends" during the time they got to know each other while both were minions of Bleck. In my AU, Mr. L "came to be" after Luigi was brainwashed by Nastasia, forgetting all of his memories he had as "Luigi" so that Nastasia could make him the "perfect minion/soldier" for Bleck. He was essentially a blank slate at first; his old clothes were gotten rid of by Nastasia so he wouldn't remember anything if he looked at them (except his socks since they didn't have any spares at first), so he wore all white. He forgot how to do basic things and what anything was, so Nastasia had to reteach him, but now with a different context.

When Mimi heard there was a new member who seemingly didn't know anything and was learning how to be a minion, she took this as an opportunity (and so did Dimentio and O'Chunks once they also realized). She took Mr. L without Nastasia knowing, and Mimi started interacting with Mr. L herself. She thought if she did this, maybe she'd be able to make a proper friend; one that liked what she liked. One that understood her. She felt like the odd one out at times. Dimentio was weird and annoying to her, sometimes taking her diary to mess with her, Nastasia was too serious all the time, and O'Chunks...was O'Chunks. With how different L was compared to everyone else, she thought she finally had a chance to properly have a bond with someone.

With how much time Mr. L was around Mimi (and Dimentio and O'Chunks) instead of Nastasia, he began to pick up on things. He started acting like them, doing things they liked. Mimi made Mr. L's outfit for him, thinking it would make him the "best and 2nd most fashionable minion" (Mimi considered herself the most fashionable with all of her outfits).

Being around the other minions made Mr. L go from being dull and serious with no emotion to being a bit more chaotic, more fun, and more confident. Much to Nastasia's dismay, who wanted Mr. L to be more serious so that he'd be able to stop the "heroes" without his emotions getting in the way.

The minions only really had each other as "friends". Nobody else really liked them. And because of that, even though they weren't really together for very long (especially Mr. L, who only got to be around for a few days to a few weeks until he was "removed" by Dimentio), they still became very close because they were all each other had. That's why Mr. L meant so much to Mimi. He was the only person out of everyone in the group that actually spent time with her and knew about her.

When Luigi came into the picture, seemingly "taking L's place", Mimi was furious. She avoided him, thinking that he had no right being in control of L's body (a belief headspace Mr. L also shared). Luigi didn't remember anything about Mimi or the others. The only things Luigi knew were from stories Mario and Peach would sometimes tell him (but even then, they still hid a few things at the time because they didn't want to remember the bad parts). It didn't help that after the events of SPM, Mimi ended up getting separated from Nastasia and O'Chunks, being lost and alone for a long period of time. That loneliness made her miss Mr. L even more, with her eventually not being able to take it anymore and trying to get rid of Luigi for good. She thought that maybe "getting rid of" Luigi would bring Mr. L back.

Then the Flicker stuff happened, where she learned that Luigi and headspace Mr. L shared the same "health"/hp (to clarify, headspace L and actual L are different; normal Mr. L is Luigi, and headspace Mr. L is what Luigi sort of imagined him to be like in his head while also being a representation of Luigi's more negative thoughts and feelings). She realized then and there that when she tried getting rid of Luigi, she almost got rid of Mr. L too. It was the final thing that solidified the fact that Luigi and Mr. L were in fact the same person.

Now that Luigi remembers everything from when he was Mr. L, including his feelings towards the other minions and how they used to be a sort of "family" to him...he doesn't know how to feel about them anymore. He knows that they treated him better when he was Mr. L (except Dimentio obviously), but when he was Luigi, his real self, they didn't like him very much. This gave Luigi mixed feelings. He's still in the process of figuring these feelings out, and because of that, he's avoiding them. Mimi being banned from the kingdom helps him do that, but knowing that, it means that if Luigi ultimately decides that he still does care about them, then he'll have to seek Mimi and the others himself. It'll have to be his choice. But even then, who knows how that'll go? Will Mimi and the others be able to accept that he's the real Mr. L? That he now remembers everything? Only time will tell.

[wintergale27]

Another random group of background characters!!

This time, it's Batwing, Bugberry, and their kits. The cave colony's #1 dysfunctional family.

(Rambling character info + a bonus piece under the cut!!)

Batwing (she/her) is the head of camp for the Cave Colony. She's always been a bit prickly, often disagreeing with the cats around her. She met Bugberry through cooking duty, as he likes to experiment with making sauces out of berries (hence his namesake). They were an unlikely couple, with little in common, but they eventually grew close enough to announce that they had become mates.

Bugberry (he/she, transfem) has always been kind of just...mediocre. An alright hunter, good enough at fighting, passable at crafting. But she's always been kind of lonely. Even after joining the colony, his mother's advice of how a proper, respectable tom-cat should act stayed in his head. So when the gorgeous she-cat working the fire beckoned him over, who was he to say no?

Their mateship started out decent. They both were getting what they wanted out of it, and the other's company wasn't so bad, really. But a few moon cycles after Batwing delivered their kits, Bugberry started having some thoughts about himself. He wasn't so sure that "tom-cat" entirely described him anymore. But when she tried to get Bat's advice on the matter, Bat didn't exactly react so great.

She called off the relationship right there, declaring that Bugberry was no longer the tom she fell in love with. Bug tried to talk it out, but, there wasn't much she could do. Their kits were confused by the change, where was Mama going and why does Papa flinch when they call for him?

Elk (she/her) is the oldest of the litter. At 8 moon cycles, she was enjoying training under the colony Heads with her brothers. Was being the key word here. Lately it just seems like...somethings off. Her body doesn't quite hurt, but it definitely doesn't feel right. Why can't she remember what she was doing before Ma came in to yell at her for slacking off?

Web (he/him) has a lot of pressure on his shoulders from Batwing. As he's nearly identical to her, she picked him out of the litter to be her "perfect son". She expects too much of him, and when the Heads report that he needs more one-on-one work to get the hang of his training, it nearly sets her off. He can't be anything less than perfect, and that definitely shouldn't include the longing looks he sends at the new cross-colony trainee.

Quail is...forgotten most of the time. Even as hard as Baba tries, to Quail it feels like sometimes she still sometimes overlooks him to go to one of his siblings. He's perfectly average! Better than Web at everything, and he's almost caught up to Elk in hunting practice. Driftingcloud even called his trailmarker perfect the other day. But neither of his parents are there with encouraging words. So when Greywind offers for him to come along to deliver a message to the Ridge, he jumps at the opportunity. This unfortunately (perhaps? It seems that there are two ways this could end) leads to Quail being taken under the wing of Grass, a trainee from the Ridge that has a bit of a reputation for being a bully. They bond over their shared experiences and find solace in each other's company.

While Batwing and Bugberry co-parent the three, it seems like Bugberry is putting in most of the work. But some of the cats around Bugberry don't quite understand her, and despite the cave full of company, she has never felt more alone.

All in all, they all have very little role in the main story of Eye of the Storm. But, I like to develop each of my characters, no matter how minor they seem, so here they are. I like to image that I might make some mini comics or writing blurbs about the background stories happening.

Anyway, to offset all that teenage angst, here is a little piece of the siblings enjoying themselves.

[torrtimandi]

Just another short fluffy piece. Posting here as it’s way too short for ao3 and who knows, maybe I'll continue it one day to make it something proper.

Pairing: Gaspard and Xavier

Word count: 530

“I love you.” Gaspard whispered suddenly, tender words breathed into the silence of the night, just as they were left alone in the studio. Xavier quickly looked up from the vintage synthesizer that he was messing around with and saw his partner staring at him with a small, fond smile. Affection and tenderness were not only evident in the just spoken words, but also in his gaze that seemed to say much more than words ever could. 

“Oh, my dear…” Xavier murmured, unable to hold back his own smile as his eyes softened at the words and the sight that never ceased to make him feel in a way that was so addictive like nothing else. “I love you too, and I hope you know that well.” Xavier added softly as Gaspard approached him, leaning in to kiss his partner gently, lingering for several moments before pulling away. Oh yes, that was it. Even though he wasn’t one to tell his partner how much he meant to him every day. How much he cared for him and how deeply he loved him, sharing a meaningful bond that so few were able to share, he still tried to show his feelings every day with his own actions of pure care. Because he simply never wanted Gaspard to get the idea that he didn’t care. Gaspard softly hummed under his breath and Xavier ran his hand through his deliciously soft curls. Gaspard only smiled softly, his hands wrapping around his partner’s waist. “What, though? Got in the mood for a little quickie just when we’ve been left alone or what’s it about?” Xavier asked with a chuckle, teasing with his brows wiggling. Gaspard smirked a little at his partner’s question but shook his head.

“I fear I’m too tired for a quickie.” He answered with a little huff and Xavier pouted, trying to show his disappointment, even though he quite shared the sentiment. They’d been working all day and at the end of the day they were only a pair of damn 40 year olds… Still, Gaspard’s hands hadn’t disappeared from his body and he actually embraced him some tighter, which Xavier was very happy about. After all, sex isn’t everything. Pure closeness and intimacy can still do wonders at such moments like these. “But we’ve been just working all day and the stuff we’re working on… I’m just so proud of it. I’m proud we’re making it happen together, darling. I’m just so happy.“ Gaspard explained with a soft smile while staring deep into Xavier’s eyes with the kind of a gaze when the eyes meet and the past and the future become unimportant, because just here and now matters and that one so, so, so dear person in your arms. 

“And I’m so happy to have you.” Xavier answered nearly breathlessly and just brought their lips together, one hand staying on his firm chest and the other gently caressing his warm cheek. Gaspard moaned softly into his lips and pressed closer against him, tightening his embrace. And Xavier only sighed happily. After all, it was everything that he ever craved. To be seen and cared for and accepted so wholly. 

[huntinglove]

🏳️‍🌈, 🏳️‍⚧️, ❤️, and 😅 for the ask game! (for whoever you feel like talking about.)

Hi hi!! Thank you so much for the ask!!

🏳️‍🌈: What is (F/O)’s gender identity and sexuality? What is (S/I)’s gender identity and sexuality?

I'm genderfluid and pansexual

Charlie is also pansexual but he's cis!

Alma is demisexual and pan romantic, as well as nonbinary!

Mychael is asexual and pan romantic, as well as a demiboy!

🏳️‍⚧️: How did (F/O) and (S/I) figure out their sexualities and gender identities?

I've personally always known that I was pan, I just didn't learn about the proper label until I was around 12 years old, when I did it just stuck with me! Same with genderfluidity, but that was all the way over when I was 16

Charlie figured out he was pan during his teen years, but he's always had a bit of trouble with relationships, mostly because of his skittish personality and anxiety..

Alma says that their gender identity and expression had always been different from most people's so when they found out about the nonbinary label, it fit them perfectly! Same with demisexuality, they always needed a deeper connection before being intimate with someone

Mychael doesn't experience sexual attraction and for a while he wondered if it was because he isn't human, but I doubt that! His sexuality is a part of him and I love it just as much as everything else about him! Same with his gender identity and expression!! He still wants to explore and study some labels before settling with these for sure though!

❤️: How did the two of you come out to each other?

I'm very open about my sexuality and gender, so I usually disclose that type of stuff in the first dates I go on with each of my F/Os! It's never been a problem, the most that happens is that they'll have awkward questions sometimes, but I don't really mind!

When I brought up my identity to Charlie he was honestly excited to meet someone with one of the same labels as him! It was something fun to bond over

Alma asked me about my pronouns and how to rotate them (randomly, or if I feel like specific genders or using specific pronouns, etc) and they asked me a bit about pansexuality as well! The only thing I asked them about their labels was if they wanted me to use any pronouns other than they/them for them, and they told me that they did not

Mychael had a few awkward but well meaning questions about my labels, mostly so he could understand how my attraction and gender presentation works! In return, he explained his attraction and presentation in as much detail as he could muster

😅: Have the two of you ever had an awkward moment because of your sexuality/gender identity? (Example: Someone thinking you’re siblings instead of a couple.)

Well, not really!

Because of my presentation, most people assume that me and Charlie are a straight couple.

Alma can choose whether or not to show their presence to other people, which they usually only do when they want to scare off rude students or professors. When we're sharing a body, they help me look a bit more gender neutral and it's genuinely super euphoric for both of us!

Mychael and I rarely leave the woods, especially together, so there's no one to misunderstand us anyways!

[frostfall-matches]

[ matchmaking... ]

@therapy-ghost : [ match report ready ]

your match is…

✦ Prompto Argentum

Prompto can relate to you having insecurities, quick to understand why you’re so preoccupied with what you do/say around others. Others might express some level of sympathy if they learn that you don’t feel secure or confident in yourself, but Prompto really gets it. This builds a base layer of understanding between the two of you; even though your individual reasons for your lack of confidence are different, you both struggle in similar ways. Still, you both see so much good in each other - it’s hard for you to imagine someone as bright and supportive as Prompto struggling to accept compliments himself, and vice versa. And yet, words of affirmation are both important to you, even if it might be difficult to be on the receiving end of it sometimes. Prompto is quick to compliment you, but he’s careful not to overdo it (usually; he’ll argue that he can’t help it sometimes), but he understands if you’re a bit shy accepting that praise and won’t ever hold it against you.

Much the same as you, he deeply cares about his friends and loved ones, valuing genuine connections. It’s important to have some shared values with your partner, and this is such a significant area for both of you. Both of you adore your close friends, often putting them first, becoming protective over them. So, you can trust that Prompto will treat you with care, respecting whatever boundaries you have - he’s honest, genuine, and devoted. It’s clear that he prioritizes your happiness and comfort, and is grateful that you consider him to be an important person to you. You’d be able to place your trust and affection in him without worry that he’d squander it. He might be a bit reactive and scatterbrained, but his emotional intelligence is nothing to turn your nose up at. The more he gets to know you, the better he’s able to read the quiet signs of your mood through your body language or the expressions on your face, no matter how subtle.

Playing video games is a fun hobby the two of you share. Some evenings, you two pick a proper multiplayer game to play with each other, and other evenings you’re playing independently in the same space. If you happen to accompany the guys on any part of their road trip, it’s likely going to be King’s Knight or whatever other mobile game they’ve started playing. On another note, Prompto absolutely hates it, but he will allow you to subject him to horror games… He’s not going to give up a chance to spend time with you, even if he ends up being jumpy for hours after a gaming session. Rather unfortunate for him, but you can’t help but be amused how he forces himself to see it through. In exchange though, he begs you to play some silly, light-hearted game together next time, which you suppose you could agree to. Prompto would love to play those cozy type RPGs with you, lightheartedly bantering and chatting about your day.

While your preferred creative outlets are different, you two are able to bond over being the creative types. Prompto is happy to share whatever pictures he’s snapped throughout the day, letting you freely click through the camera roll. He loves that you’ve taken an interest in one of his main hobbies, though he’ll sheepishly laugh when you come across the shots with weird angles or end up being blurry. Well, not every picture he snaps will be a masterpiece, right? He knows that; it’s all part of the creative process, after all. If you’re open to showing him some of your art or writing, he would be ecstatic. And even if you’re too shy to show him what you’re working on, he’s still so incredibly supportive. If it’s something you made with your own brain and your hands, he’s sure he’d love it (even if he never gets to see it.)

Keep those bugs away from him, he is begging you. You can tell him all about how neat each little creature is, and how they’re important to their respective environments, he’ll nod and agree - but he does not want to be around them if he can help it. If there’s ever a bug in his immediate vicinity, Prompto is coming to you for help. Move or dispose of it however you want, just as long as you can assure him that it won’t come crawling back anytime soon. You can’t help but roll your eyes and chuckle at how dramatic he is, but you’ll end up helping him out regardless.

Though he tries to be really mindful of his diet and weight, Prompto can’t help but fall in love with your cooking. Cooked with care, and it’s clear that you really enjoy it, if your collection of cookbooks is anything to go by. You’d be happy to cook healthier dishes for him, but if he’s being honest, even the ones that are a little more carb- and fat-heavy taste amazing and he supposes he’s allowed to indulge, considering his very talented and very sweet partner cooked them. He’d love to return the favor sometime, but he’s pretty hopeless in the kitchen. At least, he wouldn’t consider himself on your or Ignis’s level. However, more importantly: he would have no qualms helping you out, if you didn’t mind him in your kitchen! Give him a task to help out with and he’ll set right to work. His chopping needs a little work, but it’ll do.

[vierandancer]

Meiko's Relationships With the Other Scions/Former Crystal Braves

Up until Shadowbringers, Meiko very intently made sure she never did more than linger in the background when it came to the Scions. Her brother was the Warrior of Light and Hydaelyn's Chosen, even if she had somehow gained a Blessing of her own by the end of Heavensward.

For this reason, she did not socialize with the other Scions or Crystal Braves more than was necessary. She felt awkward and out of place, but it was easy for others to mistake this as her not liking them, or being intentionally distant. Really, she just didn't want to appear stupid or embarrass herself.

But when Meiko returned to the Rising Stones after the others and her brother had been Called to the First, she was taken aback by just how everyone she had rarely spoken with expressed genuine relief that she was alive and well. Although she could not spare much thought dwelling on it at the time, their reactions did warm her heart; she promised that when she returned, she would make an effort to forge proper relationships with them worthy of such a reaction.

The below developments primarily took place in the span of time between the end of post-Shadowbringers and the beginning of Endwalker, when the main cast departs for Sharlayan.

Hoary: She recognizes his genuine, kind-heart and appreciates what a gentle giant he can be. Seeing as he, too, is an older sibling, they have swapped stories over what nonsense their younger brothers have gotten into over drinks.

Ochre: Meiko places Ochre into a similar category as her brother, and yet also respects and identifies him as a sibling that joined the Scions for their family. Upon noticing that Meiko tends to get scraped up rather easily, Ochre asked if she would mind him practicing his healing spells on her whenever she needed. She agreed (so long as she isn't busy!) and will seek him out if she has any sustained or not fully healed injuries.

Aenor: Meiko thinks Aenor is hilarious. Perhaps a little crazy, but not in a way that's too worrying...yet. Upon learning of her obsession with the Boulder brothers, Mei is just content to see what happens. She was genuinely grateful to Aenor and the others for looking after the others' bodies while she was in the First.

Clemence: Amused by yet another pair of older/younger siblings, Meiko appreciates that Clemence is the level-headed of the two. She is also sure to voice her appreciation when Clemence learns the cure for tempering from Alisaie, as it helps reduce the Elezen's burden. Post-EW, Meiko has bumped into Clemence in Ishgard a few times and is happy to see her somewhat less stressed now that she isn't babysitting her older sister all the time. She has also introduced Clemence to Rielle, in the event that she requires an additional, trustworhty healer.

Coultenet: When word of Papalymo's Sacrifice was shared among the Scions, Meiko had noticed Coultenet looking particularly affected by the news. She later learned how much he admired the Archon, and upon meeting Papalymo's father in Sharlayan, offered to put the pair into contact. Coultenet was pleasantly surprised, but politely declined, saying that he did not wish to burden Papalymo's father with questions. Still, from that point on, he and Meiko tend to exchange hellos in passing.

Ephemie: Meiko was moved -- and a wee bit worried -- about Ephemie's motivation for joining the Braves/Scions being her admiration for A'kihiko. She feared her dreamt-up fantasies of who the famous Warrior of Light was would be dashed, or that her earnest ways would get her hurt or worse. However, despite her dreamy optimism, Ephemie has proven herself more savvy than her personality may appear. Meiko makes sure to check in on her in passing, however, whenever she sees her.

Alianne: Meiko is very fond of Alianne, both because of her competence and the endearing bond she has with her grandfather. After learning everything she went through and how she had been first to be suspect around Wilred's death, Meiko made a point to check in on her and Isildaure often -- especially due to the latter's old age. She was thrilled to see how he had bonded with Homei.

Riol: Meiko likes to think of Riol as the 'next generation's Thancred', although she has witnessed him making faces at being compared to Thancred in this way. Regardless, this familiarity made it easier for her to befriend him; upon learning that he tends to cheat at gambling games, she asked him to explain how he does it. They bump into each other at the Gold Saucer sometimes.

Aergmhus & Bluomwyda: As they were often out of the Rising Stones and away on missions, Meiko did not have a chance to get to know these two for a very long time. Only by chance did she happen to be invited out for drinks by them and a few others, to which she naturally accepted; she chatted idly with Bluomwyda, who commented that she kept an eye on Aergmhus's alcocholic intake. This led to the three of them talking about Limsa Lominsa. Every time they're all in the same place (an admittedly rare occurrence), Meiko tries to invite them out for drinks again. She is planning to maybe introduce them to Grymwaen ( @illwinded) because he needs more friends, in her opinion.

[stingslikeabee]

The painting above the mantle was enormous — and strikingly beautiful. Its subject was a young woman, with pale skin and long blonde hair. Though her eyes were hidden, one could assume that they would have been red ; the color simply suited the delicate ferocity captured in the shape of her lips and angular line of her turned cheek.

Lawrence walked up behind Melissa then, uneven footsteps emphasized by the dark wooden cane that he used. The elder vampire wore a set of black robes edged with red that was belted at the waist. As much as he enjoyed modern suits, there was some comfort to be found in his older clothes. Lawrence followed Melissa's line of sight to the portrait.

"My wife," he said quietly. His tone did not invite questions : the ancient would only share as much as he offered. "My mate. She was murdered a very long time ago."

Lawrence's gaze dropped abruptly to the fire. "You see, Melissa, vampires do not love the way that humans do. We . . . form bonds with our mates that feed us emotionally. All they are, we become, and the reverse is true. It happens once for us, and these connections are so deep that very few vampires have ever been recorded as surviving the loss of their mate. Those that do often go mad or step out into the sun."

He drew himself up to his full height reflexively. "It is not a concept that I can easily explain — there is no basis for comparison among men. What I can say is that your purpose in life will suddenly make sense : you were spawned for them. Nothing else matters."

unscripted asks . always accepting

It was incredibly strange for Melissa to reconcile her current surroundings, lifestyle and even clothes with the person she had been less than three months ago. From an ordinary girl waiting on tables and living paycheck to paycheck, she was suddenly dressed in the most expensive, exquisite dresses and roaming around something that could unironically be described as a mansion.

Even after all the time she had been there - the brunette still lost her way every now and then and had to ask for the help of a servant to return to her quarters or find the room she was looking for. That study wasn't a room she visited often, but there were books there which the vampire had been reading - not that Melissa had ever been into literature before, but that changed when she became an immortal.

For such long-living creatures, vampires surely had a way to preserve most information in paper rather than the internet. The fledgling was surprised by the apparent lack of fascination for technology - and while she couldn't yet say if it was just Lawrence as ancient or her new species as a whole, it wasn't her place to complain. The younger creature had been made painfully aware of her reality, after all.

Auctioned off to the highest bidder, kept isolated from anyone that wasn't on Lawrence's payroll, dressed and tutored as if she was supposed to be a princess in a children's movie - such was the routine for Melissa after waking up from an accidental killing spree. As it stood, she was a little trophy in the ancient's collection - sired by an unknown maker, ignorant of her new life and thus painstakingly shaped into something Lawrence enjoyed and deemed to be proper.

But his blood - oh, that was the most marvelous thing about her new existence. She did not realize it was another way to ensure ownership and control - and that it was through her ingesting his prized life essence that he seemed to find her anytime, anywhere. For the brunette, it was the one thing that offered color, warmth and made desire bloom in her veins.

Upon hearing the vampire's voice, Melissa turned - the dress on her body was long, light and billowed around the legs, adapted to her frame through a number of straps and accessories. Two of his servants prepared the female vampire every day, fitting her for daily life as if there was a gala to be attended after every meal.

At Lawrence's opening, the brunette did not hide her surprise. A wife made no sense given the absence of a mistress around the estate, but the fact she had died explained everything. Apart from the casual nod to let him know she was listening, Melissa kept quiet, hands laced at the front of her dress and glowing red eyes focused on her owner and caretaker.

Mating. Bonding. Madness. These were all new concepts to her, but the fledgling held off the questions for that moment; Lawrence was not one to share much about himself, and the brunette felt he could stop talking if interrupted. It was only when he seemed to be done that the younger vampire inhaled deeply (out of habit), nodding more forcefully and then staring at the picture again.

It sounded like a soulmate arrangement - and while Melissa had never considered herself the marrying kind, that had been before the transition into a new world and being undead. Frankly - the isolation was getting to her; the idea of a companion that would never abandon their other half sounded like an interesting fate, even though she was unsure if she was ever going to be allowed any freedom.

"I see," the brunette replied eventually, unlinking the hands just so she could hold herself in a self-embrace. It almost looked like as if Melissa was cold despite the warm room with a fire, particularly when she ran the palms over both arms.

It would have been a marvelous dream if the one person she physically craved hadn't gone through that before - what did it all mean to her?

"I suppose I will need to wait and see for myself when the time comes," the look that appeared on the fledgling's visage was vastly different from the one of Lawrence's wife - none of the ferocity or confidence of the former lady were visible in Melissa, "If it comes."

[saveahorse-ride-a-cowboy]

If Arthur Morgan ever had to admit one thing, it’s that losing those he loves the most is quite possibly the most terrifying thing he can think of. Not torture, not being mauled by a bear or other predator- but losing those he loves.

And now, with you gone and no body to bring with him for a proper burial, Arthur is seemingly afloat in the wind, just waiting for the next obstacle life brings him toward. Only… he has other people to focus on too- and not Dutch or John or any of them. But Jamie. Jamie, his son. The son he beautifully conceived with you. The son he shared with you, after.

How is he supposed to raise this child who looks so much like his mother? How is he supposed to just… move on from this? It’s impossible for you to die and Arthur to just forget you. He can’t. He won’t. And- this kid… thinking about raising him without you… it hurts. It hurts so bad Arthur thinks he might be better off plunging his hand through his chest and ripping his heart out.

Which is why… in the weeks after your death, Arthur barely holds the boy. Barely looks at him. Hell, any newcomers to the gang think he’s just a kid they picked up along the way, not that he’s actually Arthur’s.

Arthur distances himself from everybody- even Hosea, who could sometimes get him to talk about touchier subjects than Dutch can. Hosea always was the softer dad, anyway. Dutch raises his kids on a sense of pride and ambition, but if he ever needs a genuine, deep conversation, Hosea’s gentle parenting and advice have always done the trick.

The pain ebbs a little, as time passes. Arthur still doesn’t interact with the kid as much as he should. As much as he wishes he would. But that’s a different story. It’s still just- too painful.

Charles, fairly new to the group, has been doing a great job at bonding with the kid anyway. What’s Arthur got to do with it if Jamie’s okay??

His answer comes months later, after he and Charles have had many more interactions and he’s found himself… well… dreamin’ of the connection his fathers have.

You had given him that connection. Every single day. And while he won’t ever forget it, a major part of him yearns for that again. The love. The affection. The idea that two souls would die for one another.

So he and Charles… start talking more often. They go on sunset rides together. Have deeper conversations. Do missions together! And, most recently, he’s sat at the same table with Charles to eat his supper while Charles holds that kid.

Not- that kid. His kid. His heart warms at the sight of the two of them together and how well Charles handles children. He’s even good with little Jack, though he reckons that ain’t too hard.

Either way, Charles… Charles is good for him. Good for the grieving and recovery process. Enough so that Arthur starts to take Jamie back in as his own, to spend more quality time with the boy. And when things get overwhelming, Charles is right there to help. Always right there to help.

Dutch picks up on it from the very first day they start hanging out more, but he doesn’t say a word. The more missions he can send the two of them on together though, he does. Just to… give Arthur something good to hold onto.

Nobody is sure quite what they are. Charles and Arthur have just barely begun to figure that out themselves. But the bond is building quickly, and every morning that Arthur wakes up and sees that man walking around camp, he’s thankful to have him nearby. Always willing to help, always willing to… snuggle or… kiss or whatever either of them wants, really, in the privacy of their tents.

You would’ve liked Charles. That sense of knowing settles deep in Arthur’s chest, comforts him when he feels guilty for moving on. You… you would’ve wanted this, for him. As he would’ve wanted it for you.

His only wish is that you got to meet the man as well. What would happen then? Arthur really doesn’t know, but he bets it would be the bond of the century.

The first day I wake up is rough.

The second day is rougher.

With a bullet wound to my stomach and in the middle of the dry desert, there isn’t many options I have, so I’d drag myself back to the city I’m wanted Dead or Alive in.

Walking on legs that feel more like pudding than muscle, it’s hard to find a doctor willing to treat me. But the third one accepts the promise of extra money readily and helps me get the bullet out and stitches me up in hopes of no infection.

I move in and out of sleep for a fortnight, and when I wake up on the last day manage to drag myself up and away to figure out what else I have to do.

I use the remaining money on me to buy new clothes, a skirt and nice shirt, something the Wanted posters wouldn’t describe, since I’m known for my pants.

After asking around subtly, I find out that my gang has fled. Fled out of the city and towards the snowy mountains. Alright. I can follow them.

But first… first I need to check that our money is still there.

I spend another several days tracking our hidden spot, digging the bags of cash out before taking a little bit of it to buy a horse and a cart to haul, throwing the money into a wooden barrel and sealing it up before putting canvas over the whole cart.

I look at my handiwork with a grin before climbing up my new mare and kicking off towards the snow.

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #197

What was the last bad thing that happened to your phone? I just got a new phone for Christmas, and I haven't had issues yet.

Have you ever been with someone while they were throwing up? No, I cannot be that form of support because I have severe emetophobia. If I hear vomiting, I'm gonna start.

Who was the last person you talked to on instant messenger? Tobey asked me if what she got me for Christmas fit.

Would you rather get pregnant at too young an age or never be able to reproduce? Quite honestly I'd love if I couldn't reproduce. I worry that with having the option to have a baby, I'll eventually go through with it and only regret it. I'd feel much calmer over the concept if I just didn't have the option.

Have you ever gotten alcohol poisoning? No.

Do you do your own laundry? I actually don't, but not because I'm unwilling or anything, my mom just finds it easier and financially reasonable to do our stuff together.

Do you currently have a hickey? No.

Ever had a near death experience? Well I suppose two, now that I've had an asthma attack that had the ER staff pretty hectic.

Have you ever kissed in the rain? Yeah.

What are you excited for? My birthday's in a few days.

Have you been to the beach this year? I haven't been in years.

Would you put your life on the line for anyone? There's honestly quite a few people whom I'd risk my life for.

Are there any bruises/cuts on your body? I have a few bruises from IVs and stuff at the ER.

What was the last app you downloaded on your phone? It was some photography sharing app with a name I can't remember. I uninstalled it because it was one of those with very specific dimensions and I hated it lmao

Have you ever been to any supposed haunted locations? Did you experience anything weird? No, but I would like to do this.

What breed was the last dog you saw? Cookie is a chihuahua.

Who was the last person to sleep in your bed? Besides myself, Girt.

What’s something you’re obsessed about right now? For the past year and a half my primary hyperfixation has been Rammstein. I'm also CONSTANTLY obsessed with meerkats (hyperfixations come and go, but I've been insane about meerkats since like age 9-10, that's no hyperfixation), and I will take any opportunity to talk about tarantulas, too.

Do you date outside your own race? I'm completely open to doing so, race means nothing to me. I technically did "date" a Hispanic for like, a day, but his race had nothing to do with how short-lived it was.

What are some of your turn-offs? Conservative, misogynistic, exceedingly raunchy, arrogant, not taking the relationship seriously and instead just wanting to "date around," etc.

Were you present at any major historical events (e.g. 9/11)? No.

How many chairs are in the room you’re currently in? Just this one desk chair.

Have you been craving any particular snack lately? Which? Yes actually, sour Skittles. Like crazy.

Can you recall the first film you ever saw at a cinema? I can't.

Who was the last person you had a good giggle with? I think Mom.

Have you had any news of any kind lately? Health stuff. Me having asthma being confirmed, learning my white blood cell count is severely elevated and I have no idea why (I'm assuming I'm going to be put on an antibiotic), and I'm getting a thyroid ultrasound.

How many times in your life would you say you've been in love? I once believed thrice, but now after having a proper, ultra-deep bond following relationship trauma, I learned I wasn't in love with Sara. I loved her, but it was absolutely not the same as what I once felt for Jason and how I feel about Girt now.

Do people hang up flyers around your neighborhood? Not really, unless it's a missing pet.

Are you an aunt/uncle? Would you like to be? I am. Only three of the kids are actively in my life, because my older half-siblings don't live here. I still love those not in NC, though.

Do you have raccoons where you live? Yeah, they're very common roadkill. Them and opossums.

Do you ever keep fresh flowers in the house? No, only if they're a gift for Mom or me. I keep WANTING to get into plants, I'm just pretty convinced it wouldn't go well.

Have you ever made graffiti? No.

Do you know anyone who has a hearing deficit? Yeah, at least one person; my sister's husband's grandmother is ancient and you have to speak up considerably for her. I'm pretty sure she does have a hearing aid, I just don't see her enough to have that memorized.

What makes a person physically beautiful to you? Smiles. I find a super vast field of people to be physically appealing, but someone's smile is always up there.

Would you miss winter if it never came back? Why or why not? Yeah; we don't get snow any other time of year here, so that means no snowy days. :( Visually, without snow, winter doesn't aesthetically appeal to me, however I also enjoy the chilly days it brings.

Does bad weather ruin your day? Why or why not? It won't RUIN a day for me, however cloudy/rainy weather CAN affect my depression.

How long has it been since you moved out of the house you grew up in? Oh jeez, almost two decades, maybe.

What color shirt are you wearing? It's a red tank top.

What was the last flavor of ice cream you ate? I actually had Ben & Jerry's Phish Food today, my favorite.

What is your favorite type of soup? I don't like soup.

What is your favorite board that you’ve made on Pinterest? I definitely don't have a folder of Rammstein pictures

What was the last thing you ate or drank that was blue raspberry-flavored? Mountain Dew Voltage a couple days ago.

What was the last flavor of tea you drank? I've hated any tea I've ever tried.

What type of fruit do you eat the most? Hmmm... probably apples?

Do you enjoy going to your local county fair? I don't go.

What was the last video game that you beat? It wasn't me that beat it, but I watched Girt finish another playthrough of Nier, his favorite game ever. It was the remake.

Do you like peaches? I like canned sliced peaches.

Have you ever had lice? No, let's keep it that way!

Do you believe in astrology? Not in the slightest.

Do you like Lady Gaga or does she try too hard? I like her and respect her as a creative.

Where did you last wear a bathing suit? At my family friend's pool this past summer.

Do you feel more comfortable with a male or female doctor/nurse? I am drastically more comfortable with a woman.

When’s the next time you’ll be drinking? I plan on ordering a sangria at my birthday dinner.

Did you know you wanted to be in a relationship with the person you are now when you first met him/her? I did consider the possibility of dating him, but then Jason and I got together and I no longer thought about it. If I wasn't with Jason though, I still could picture myself with him.

What if you found out your partner had a previous sex change? I'm pansexual, I literally would not care at all.

Have you ever dated someone in the military? No, I could never manage to do this. My anxiety would drive me entirely insane.

Do you know how to make origami? No.

How would you like to be proposed to one day? I'd prefer the traditional approach, but I definitely don't have this planned out. I don't want a large-scale proposal, though.

When was the last time you saw your brother? Years ago.

Do you like chocolate and mint together? Yeah!

Have you ever had chocolate-covered gummy bears? No, that doesn't sound good.

Think back to your most important relationship, was it all your fault it’s over? I don't like thinking about this. It doesn't matter.

Do you remember the meanest thing the last person you kissed ever said to you? He has honestly never said something truly mean to me.

What’s your favorite Coke product? Coke.

Which of the guys you’ve been interested in hurt you the most? Not everyone is into guys, but Jason.

Have you ever kissed someone who had a boyfriend/girlfriend? No, I would never do this.

How many presents do you usually receive on your birthday? ??????????? do people COUNT?????????????????

If you could change one thing about your appearance what would it be? I want to be a healthy weight.

If space were easier to travel, would you want to explore it? Absolutely, but only under the circumstances of it being a lot easier and quicker.

Describe the best thing about being inside. Temperature control. <<<< real

Describe the best thing about being outside. Animals and plants! The sounds!

Ever faked an orgasm? No.

Do you like the sound of birds chirping, or does it piss you off? I adore this, I completely cannot relate to people who don't like birdsong.

Ever wanted to be a vet? Yes, that was the second career I ever wanted.

Ever had an infection of any kind? Yeah, various.

Have you ever held a starfish? No. :( I've always wanted to find one on the beach. (I wouldn't keep it unless it was clearly deceased, btw.)

What’s your favorite thing from Olive Garden? It USED to be their spicy shrimp fritas, but they no longer have them, I believe. I'll be ordering something new for my birthday dinner there.

Do you use an instant messenger? If so, what is it? I use Discord, and I'll sometimes use Facebook Messenger.

Which of your exes is the best looking? Jason.

Where did your last ex ask you out? I asked her out over the phone because we live in different states.

[gatheryourpearls]

Tomorrow will mark one year.

The pain of losing you is still so fresh. I know, I know...with dogs, it's expected that we wouldn't have you forever...but it doesn't make losing you any easier.

Today is Friday... and when we let you go, it was a Friday...the hardest Friday we had to endure. We miss you so much, buddy. We all do.

Last November was one of the hardest months of our lives...there was so much change that pawps and I didn't know how to handle...so much change that we didn't want to happen. We wanted to keep you longer...So you could be there for the last Christmas... our wedding.. another birthday...and maybe, in the midst of it, time could stop and let you stay with us much longer...

November 4, 2022...we saw you take your last breath. The room was cold but we had warmed it up for you. We woke up to dread, knowing today was the day. Right up to the hours before I was asking pawps if this was the right decision... my heart couldn't handle how life would be with you gone...you finally slept some..a rare occurrence...we still had to syringe feed you and you hated it.... you struggled to stand up let alone, use the restroom...there was such guilt...that we had to say goodbye without getting you a proper backyard to run in, a proper home.. to allow you the opportunity to reap what you had sown. I remember rushing around town to get last minute items for your paw prints... and each minute I was away from you, I felt guilty...how I was wasting your precious last moments running around town... but I'd rather me than pawps. And in a last minute decision I decided roast pork was something you had to have. Was I scared you'd not want it and break my heart? Yes. But you never let us down. Of course, you wanted it. Desperately trying to eat the pieces of pork we fed you...the room was warm and the air thick with sadness. Our eyes puffy and your energy depleted. Luna, aloof but somehow seemingly aware of the gravity of the situation, serving as comic relief when we needed it.

We shares snuggles.

Then, your aunties and uncles came over. Already? Is it already time? It is. They snuggled you.. pet your head. You didn't respond with earnest as you had been..they start crying. We all do. They take pictures of us...the final ones. We wear fake smiles while our hearts feel like ripping apart. Your head dangles, too weak to hold up. It really was time.

Your aunties and uncles leave the room...I go out in a panic..."are we making the right decision??" Your favorite auntie says plainly "Yes." I hold back tears because I know she's right....

The doctor arrives. He doesn't look all that scary and yet what he does will break us. The room, once filled with emotions, is now stale and clinical. We try small talk as though this was just another routine visit...it wasn't.

Quicker than I was ready for...he injects you with a sedative. And soon after, he does the second injection. You yelp in pain after the first one and your body grows limp in pawps arms...we comfort you, we reassure you how you're the best boy, how it will all be okay...and then when you were gone but your body still warm, we cry out in grief. Your sister is let in and she protects you so valiantly...she accuses everyone in there of hurting you....she wasn't wrong...she loved you so much. She stood guard once she smelled you and knew what had happened... you taught her so well and formed such a strong bond with her...thank you for accepting her as your own...for stepping back and letting her shine.

You were gone so quickly I rushed to say my goodbyes but it never seemed enough...

Then we took our last pictures...which felt morbid... and then he took you away....and before he did, he took off your collar and handed it to us...that's all we had left of you...your body that I had adorned with ridiculous costumes and outfits and jackets...was now just a brown-gray limp body that this stranger took away...your naked body...it felt so wrong that we let this stranger take you away and in a fashion so devoid of your personality...nothing to let the world know "this was Boomer! He was quiet but kind. He was feisty but fair. He hated costumes but but loved mama so much he always wore them without complaints. He loved snacks and chasing squirrels. He was grumpy but loved his sister and would let her lick his ears. He had zoomies in wide open spaces. He was the best and most efficient restroom user. He had a very good stand and could learn tricks at any age if it meant snacks...he loved his family. He was content. He was the best boy. He got compliments wherever he went even though he never tried for them. He was the best travel companion...and he was known for unconditional love and acceptance of his humans."....when he took you away, it was like a part of me had gone with you. I regret leaving your sister alone afterwards while we went out for dinner. We should have eaten in. It was traumatic for her too. She had lost her best friend, her brudder, the one she took lead from. And we just left her. I feel so bad.

We miss you every day..I relive that day often. Especially when it's rainy or when there's a rainbow. Some people say it's just a dog...but you spent 18 yrs with pawps, and you spent nearly every day with me for nearly 2.5 years...you weren't just a dog. You were our little boy. My little shadow. You were family. We miss you so much, my sweet boy. You taught us so much and we are better parents to Luna because of you. Thank you, sweet boy.

I'll be missing you for always. Though I know you had to go...I know you were tired...I just still miss your quiet presence. I hope you're having fun up there. I love you, my Boomer.

P.s. here's a picture of your sister comforting me. Don't worry, she still barks at inappropriate times knowing it will make me laugh and bring me back down to earth. She is like you in a lot of ways.

[librathefangirl]

Honestly, I could probably spend hours talking about the Monster Sins AU. I think it's my favorite AU of mine, and definitely my biggest one (even if most of it is still just in my head) - but at the same time, so much stuff left to figure out. It's part of why I haven't written another fic for it yet (the other parts being my Febuwhump stories and me getting distracted by new shiny wips). Like, a major thing in this AU is the fact that while all races are alive and free, they keep to themselves (their own realms or places) and the humans are The race of Britannia with the other races being outcasts. They're also being seen as monsters because they are so distinctly not human - but in what way? What makes a giant a giant except their size? What's Merlin's deal besides scaring the crap out of Dreyfus and Hendrickson when she gets excited? If mages are their own separate race, then is Gowther a doll created by a demon or a mage? What tf is Ban's race even called? And don't get me started on Escanor, a cursed human, what?? Even King and Meliodas, who I have figured out enough to write (through the limited perspective of a human outsider), still have some questions regarding their pasts, and - yeah, a lot of missing puzzle pieces still.

But I also have so many plans for this AU. Pre-One Man's Beast plans, like what happened with Melizabeth and Meliodas leaving the demon realm (years not millennia ago), and the story behind Meliodas' broken horn. But also post-One Man's Beast plans, like a sequel to the events in that fic, but also bringing the Sins to Liones (what happened with Elizabeth? What is the Sins relationship with Liones/the Holy Knights given the nature of the humans' relationship to other races?). Much stuff happening. Serious stuff, silly stuff, lots and lots of whump (I mean, it's my fics, so that's probably a given by now XD).

Ahh, yes! Language and communication is so incredible, isn't it? I mean, communication is one of my passions (hence my choice of studies. Although I'm not actually sure how many of my followers actually know what an SLP is? I didn't really when I started studying tot it XD). The Sins learning Meliodas' language is definitely peak friendship. And the relationship between all of the Sins is so important in this AU. Here, as seen in One Man's Beast, they're literally haunted like monsters. The bond between these seven people, all of different races, all outcasts and deemed monsters, is basically the core of the AU, you know? And that's even without mentioning the Event that happens a few years before One Man's Beast (but shhh, no spoilers for that one). Let's just say it will highlight the importance and the bond of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Anyway. This was not supposed to turn into a Monster Sins AU rant, but would you look at that XD. What can I say, I too am excited about this AU!

Yes! The constant struggle... No, no spoilers. *desire to ramble about a fic and/or AU because I'm so excited about it and wanna share it*. Okay, maybe a little teasing?

Some of the best things in writing are accidents or unintentional. Can't count how many times I've had a little idea plant in my mind and next thing I know it's grown into a whole damn forest - like my Dark Melizabeth AU, one moment I think "this won't even be a proper fic" the next I'm wondering if I can use it for ficwip 5k 2023 or if it'll be too long (jury's still out on that one).

Okay but "almost cooks to death in a snowstorm bc his demon body doesn’t know what tf to do" is such a wild but perfect summary. That's exactly it! And that's so relatable with all the Elizabeths XD! For me it's demons in the box. I love making the demons much more demon, but I also don't have like a standard demon I use. They're similar, yes, but they also have their own unique AU twist. Whenever I write more of an AU or add a sequel or something I always go: *rereads fic* wait, which demon is this?

This was so much fun! Hope you're having an amazing day/night/whatever time it is for you too! I'm- *checks clock* Oh, it's already midnight?? I should probably go to sleep - but ooh the desire to stay up all night just because it's the first time in like 3 weeks I actually can... Anyway. Happy writing to you as well! 💜

For the fic ask game!! 5, 6, and/or 7?

Thank you for the ask 💜

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!

As a general rule, I wish someone would ask me about [insert fic] period. I love writing and I love talking about my writing. Any and all questions, comments, rants, screaming, whatever is welcome 💜

The first specific thing that did pop up in my head is actually for a wip: The Dusk Before a New Dawn (my Dark Melizabeth AU). I've come up with my own spell for this fic and would LOVE for someone to ask me about the words. But I'm not gonna answer that now. Honestly, it's so silly and stupid it might ruin the mood of the scene if you know what the spell actually says. But:

Once the fic is actually posted, someone please ask me what the spell words in The Dusk Before a New Dawn means!

6. What’s one fact about the universe of [insert fic] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

Ooh, this is a tough question because a lot of my fics are part of AUs that I definitely wanna build onto and write more stories for, which means some things will get mentioned/explained in future fics.

But one thing I really want to talk more about is Meliodas' communication in my Monster Sins AU. I'm not sure how much I'll get into it in later fics but it's something I've put a lot of thought into (especially after writing the first fic, oops).

In the first (and so far only) fic in the AU, One Man's Beast, the demons' communication is very much swept under the rug because we experience it through the ignorant perspective of not only an outsider but a human one at that. Through the fic Gavin (our human outsider) notes that Meliodas communicates with King through sounds like rumbling and purring. Gavin dismisses this as just an alternative to speaking since Meliodas' is muzzled and can't actually speak, but it's actually a lot more than that.

The average human relies on two kinds of communication, right? Verbal communication (spoken and written language) and non-verbal communication (body language, facial expressions, gestures and whatnot). The demons in this AU also have a third kind of communication consisting of purring, growling, humming and other sounds like that in a system just as complex as the spoken language. Meaning that yes, Meliodas relied heavily on this (so far unnamed) communication because of the muzzle, but at the same time he might have just used that communication even if he could have spoken.

Gavin also notes that King seem to understand what Meliodas tries to say, which he actually does. Now, this kind of communication is specific to the demons, meaning most people wouldn't understand Meliodas like that, but the Seven Deadly Sins do! Obviously, they can't use this communication themselves, and might not understand everything or exactly what Meliodas says like another demon would, but they've known him for years and have learned to interpret this communication. So, he still can and does use it frequently with them. It's a great asset actually, he can alert them to a threat without having to actually speak the words, meaning they could keep the element of the surprise against enemies trying to catch them by surprise.

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

As you might be able to tell I have a special fondness for the above mentioned AU. But since most of that is still yet to be written or posted (and I've already rambled about that one in this post), I'll go with another one. The way the demons' bodies work in The Heat of the Storm.

What's funny about this is that it was something that just kind of happened? I couldn't decide which prompt I wanted to use since I wanted to both write about Meliodas having a fever and him being stuck and suffering in a snow storm (natural disaster). So instead I decided to do both and came up with a special way the demons inner temperature is dependent and reactive to the environment's temperature. I love making the demons more demon and less human, and this is one of the ways I'm especially proud of!

Anyway. Here's the list for the ask game, if anyone else wanna send me something :)

[skyfucker]

A nsfw ask for you: how about the first time Obi-Wan goes down on Anakin? 👀 Thanks! 🥰

Okay, okay, so you know how I told you that 3 scenarios popped into my head right away? Here's the first. Enjoy ^^

His Master was on his knees. His Master was on his knees. Obi-Wan — Obi-Wan! — was on his knees.

Obi-Wan was on his knees for him.

If not for the wall behind him, Anakin would have crumbled the moment Obi-Wan pushed him onto it and snarled into his ears, announcing that he was going to suck his cock.

He had never imagined his Master to be so filthy-mouthed; very few curses escaped Obi-Wan’s perfect lips, as far as Anakin remembered. But filthy he was. The moment they kissed in the med-bay last week, both still dirty and bleeding, hands shaking from adrenaline, Anakin was introduced into a whole new life, where he was Obi-Wan’s lover.

Sweet and attentive and thoughtful and humorous, he had expected. It was not so different from their previous life, Anakin had realized, but a tad more mushy. But Obi-Wan smacking his ass as he walked by? Obi-Wan licking his mouth after kissing him stupid? Obi-Wan sending him dirty thoughts through their bond in the Force? Obi-Wan letting him know that he used to play with his cock wishing Anakin was the one doing it?

Never was there a surprise more welcome.

And now, those thick and rough fingers deftly took care of his pants and underclothes, leaving Anakin’s cock exposed to Obi-Wan’s wills and wishes.

“Good boy,” Obi-Wan murmured, tracing the veins with a single finger. “Already so hard and wet for me. Look at how pretty your cock is — perfect. I knew you’d be pretty down here too, dearest.”

Anakin swallowed. He could come like this, he realized, such was the hold Obi-Wan had on him. Even the thought of Obi-Wan being slightly interested in him had him gasping into his pillows at night, when he used to think that the possibility of him and Obi-Wan could only happen in dreams and fantasies. So to have Obi-Wan praise him like this, actually touch his cock, flesh one flesh, no matter how light, was enough to get him light-headed. 

Obi-Wan’s eyes found his. “How long have you been hard?”

“Ages,” Anakin admitted with a whimper, he couldn’t help it. Obi-Wan was looking at his cock like he was about to feast on the finest course meal the galaxy had to offer. “When you were threatening that slaver scum, I wanted you to be fucking me so bad, Master.”

“Did you now?” Obi-Wan started to give tiny kisses to his cock, watching Anakin shrewdly. “How did you imagine it?”

How was he supposed to speak when Obi-Wan was kissing his cock? All they got to do before this was to make out in dark places while humping like wild animals. This was the first time they didn’t have to worry about someone coming in, the first time his cock actually got to be free.

“Anakin,”

He looked down. Obi-Wan gave him a small, kind smile. “Please tell me. I’d like to know how you want me to take you, yes?”

“Yes,” the back of his head hit the wall again and he closed his eyes. Their bond was strong and tight in the Force, so pulling down his shields and sharing his wishes was very easy, if not a little embarrassing. He had never done this before. With anyone. It felt right that Obi-Wan got to be his first again.

“You punched him,” Anakin said, “and had the clones take him to prison.” Fuck, Obi-Wan had to be good and proper even in his filthy fantasies. “Then you sat on your big chair, all tired and frustrated. And so I climbed up on your lap. You kissed me and I just wanted to—” help you feel better, he supplied through the Force, too shy to say the words out loud. He shared the images in his head, squirming with surprise at how much Obi-Wan was interested in seeing them.

He bounced on Obi-Wan’s massive cock, his tunic ripped open, until he got cum all over Obi-Wan, who whispered sweet encouragement while guiding him with warm, strong hands. 

Obi-Wan licked a long stripe over his cock, sending a heavy wave of deep shock through his body. Then he did it again and again until he had gotten all of Anakin’s cock nice and wet, while Anakin himself lost his mind over how fucking good it felt.

“More,” Obi-Wan demanded. “Show me more. Concentrate, Anakin, and don’t look away. Watch me suck your pretty cock, there’s a good boy.”

“Yes, Mas — ugh, Master, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!”

Without warning — Anakin didn’t even sense his intention in the Force — his Master got half of it in his mouth and then quickly swallowed the rest of it, his tongue beneath Anakin’s cock, solid and supportive.

Anakin’s mouth was never going to close again, not after seeing Obi-Wan like this, taking in his cock skilfully and staring up at him with amusement, want, pride. Obi-Wan pulled off and let out a great huff of air, as if he had been holding in his breath. Maybe he had. His hand jerked him off with long strokes and fast pace. “I had you ride my cock, and then what happened?”

Noting how hoarse Obi-Wan sounded already — something to think of later on — Anakin showed him the last bit of his fantasy, not looking away from how Obi-Wan looked and what he was doing with his hand. 

Obi-Wan smacked his ass and quickly bent him over the table, he then ate out his own cum from Anakin’s dripping hole before shoving his cock in him again. The pace was brutal and had Anakin drool all over the table. His one and only Master fucked him harder and harder until he filled Anakin’s hole to the brim. A claim.

“Thank you for that,” Obi-Wan murmured. Then he declared: “I’ll do it, if that’s what you want, dearest. I’ll do anything for you, Anakin.”

Anakin had the tiniest bit of mind to nod, to show that he understood what Obi-Wan was saying.

“Good, but before that,” Obi-Wan sucked on his balls tenderly. “I need you to watch me do this, can you do that?”

“Y-yes, Master,”

So Anakin watched. He watched his Master lick and suck his cock better than all those net stars, listened to the sound of his Master choke on his cock, gagging and spluttering for a moment but always coming back for more. Naturally, his eyes closed shut when he came, gasping for air and his muscles tightening. Obi-Wan nudged him through the force, made him look, demanded him to look, and that was how Anakin Skywalker got to see the sight of Obi-Wan swallow up his cum with an arrogant smirk. Sweat trickled down from his forehead, his cheeks were flushed, and his hair had turned into a massive mess from all the tugging Anakin had done.

“Well done, Anakin, you did well.”

Anakin’s legs finally gave in, and he slowly slid down the wall. With a loving laugh, Obi-Wan caught him and held him, kissing his cheeks and smelling his hair, telling him that he was beautiful, that he was strong, and that his old Master was not done with him yet.