#so when people water it down to like... haha sometimes it feels like my arms arent attached to my body when im really tired

[echidnana]

it's kind of frustrating seeing people talk about dissociation in a really... light way, I guess? or when people that don't experience chronic/"disordered" dissociation talk about it as if they understand what it's like. it's sort of in the same vein of "oh everyone experiences that" when talking about anxiety or depressive disorders.

[moonstruckme]

not sure this really applies for the blueberry muffin prompt but...update on roomate!james and reader? 🥺 (AND CONGRATS ON 7k 🥳🥳)

It does haha! I knew blueberry muffin would be my downfall (but it's okay I signed up for it and ily regardless). Please accept this garbage fire of a drabble <3

cw: modern au, alcohol mention

roommate!James x shy!reader ♡ 683 words

You’re squished between Sirius and James, the two people here least likely to allow you space to breathe. James has got you half in his lap, his arm around your waist and one of your thighs over his, while Sirius’ shoulder pushes into yours, his legs cast over the arm of his couch so he can kick gently at Remus when the urge strikes him. 

“Her coworker hates me,” James says. 

“He does not.” You roll your eyes. This is a topic you’ve been over before. “Art likes you just fine.”

“Does too!” He pinches your waist. “It’s because he’s in love with you.” 

You fight the urge to hide your face in his side. “He is not.” 

James laughs. “He is, sweetheart. You just can’t see it.” 

“You would hardly know, would you?” Sirius agrees, but he agrees with James on everything. You’re fairly sure that if James said the moon was green, Sirius would swear the same until his dying breath. “You didn’t know our Jamesie liked you until he practically confessed.” 

“I still doubt it sometimes,” you mutter, earning you another teasing pinch from your boyfriend. 

“Hold on,” says Lily, “she’s the one who works with him.”

Remus nods. While Sirius always agrees with James, Remus always disagrees with the both of them. You suspect this is mostly because he enjoys getting them riled up. “Exactly. I think y/n has had plenty more time to figure out if he has feelings than you have, James.” 

“He used to walk her home after every shift,” James argues. 

“Because he’s nice,” you sigh. 

“Nice to you, you mean.”

“It’s very normal to walk girls home from late shifts.” 

Remus hums. “Have you considered, James, that maybe because you’ve never worked in the service industry, there are norms you don’t understand?” His tone is smug. Sirius kicks his foot at him lazily.

James’ eyebrows rise above the frames of his glasses. “Have you considered,” he waves his free hand in your direction, “look at her?” 

Your face heats something atrocious. Sirius tsks. “He’s got you there, darling.” 

“Hush,” you say to James, though you can’t manage to infuse your voice with any sternness. “You’re the only one that thinks that.” 

“Nope,” he replies, popping the p. “Actually, it’s me and Art and every other seeing person on the planet. Sorry, sweetheart.” 

You’re not sure if he’s apologizing sardonically or genuinely, for the pain his compliments are causing you. A big hand cups the side of your head, bringing you closer so he can kiss your hair. 

It doesn’t pacify you. “You’re awful,” you say, slipping out from between him and Sirius so his friend nearly falls sideways onto James’ lap. “I’m going to get some water, does anyone want anything?” 

Lily and Remus say no, Sirius asks for a cider, and James is noticeably silent. You can’t say you’re surprised when he comes into the kitchen behind you. 

He gives you a sheepish look. You don’t believe it even a little. “Have I scared you off?” 

You go to Sirius and Remus’ fridge, grabbing the cider for Sirius. “No.” 

“But I embarrassed you.” James wraps his arms around your middle, smushing his lips to your hairline. “M’sorry, lovely.” 

“Don’t,” you say, though you’re far from pulling out of his embrace. “It takes more than that to scare me off.” 

“Yeah?” You can hear the teasing slip into his voice, and that scares you more than it should. “Good. Because you’re gonna have to get used to it, you know. I don’t plan on toning down how lovely you are just because you might get shy on me.” 

You tilt your head back to see him. “You’re insufferable.” 

“So you’re always telling me.” James’ grin is huge. He drops a kiss on the bridge of your nose. “You’re lovely, and I’m insufferable. How’s that fair?” 

“Dunno.” You kiss his chin in return. Fill your cup with water and brush past him out the kitchen. “Suppose you’ll have to get use to it.” 

It’s impossible not to smile when his laughter sounds behind you. 

[midnight-bay-if]

How would the RO's go about dealing with a MC is who is incredibly, painfully, oblivious when being flirted with? XD

(Honestly, relateable lol.)

S: They are a little bit gutted, haha. It's the first time in a long time they've put themselves out there, only for their lines to fall flat. S has always had a certain level of confidence, which has made them appealing to many admirers in the past. They are beginning to think they may have lost that spark.

In the end, they will resort to the most cliche, overtly romantic gestures they can think of. Expect the largest red rose bouquet you have ever seen, paired with a personalised sonnet of proclaimed affection, and dinner by candlight with classical music playing softly in the background.

Rain: Rain finds it adorable, but also confusing. Sometimes they can't tell whether you are trying to let them down gently, or if you are really not understanding their interest. So, they begin to test the waters.

"So, MC," they begin, throwing an arm over your shoulder. "Fancy spending some time together? You know, one on one?" or "This is cozy, isn't it? Just us two."

If you still don't seem to be biting, they will resort to diving straight in. "MC, I find you really attractive, and I really like you. I don't have any expectations, but I think you think I'm cute, too? Wanna grab a drink or something?"

Taj: Taj will rarely make the first move. When they do try, their flirting game is pretty abhorrent, so it wouldn't be a surprise if you didn't understand what was happening. Taj is definitely the kind of flirt to tug on your pigtails and call you mean names as a way of getting your attention, lol.

If the relationship with Taj is to go anywhere, it would be wise to get better at reading people's intentions rather than their words. Taj is much better at demonstrating their interest with sweet little actions, which they will only do for you.

N: This will be a battle N enjoys. Honestly, it would be a miracle if you didn't recognise N was flirting because of how blatant they are. Every vowel drips with sensuality. However, if you truly still didn't get it or didn't believe it to be a genuine display of interest, they would have fun with it.

"Oh, you are looking so tired, my dear," they whisper close to your ear, curling their hands across your shoulders as they knead the flesh there. "Is there anything I could possibly do to help you relax?"

The more it goes over your head, the harder they push... because it's an absolute joy of theirs to feel the quickening of your pulse and the panic in your voice when they get close.

Umbra: This would be an absolute trainwreck, lol. Most of the time, Umbra doesn't even realise they are flirting, nor that flirting was their intention. All they know is when they are near you, they feel alive.

It's a feeling they want to chase. It doesn't matter if you don't recognise their desires; just let them stay close.

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Homesick

Frustrated by the lack of any solution to her not so little tadpole problem, Selene Longsong receives comfort from an unexpected source---Rolan. SFW.

Selene Longsong yelled, tears streaming down her pale red cheeks and tail wagging behind her. She then picked up yet another rock and threw it into the water. After a truly depressing dinner with her companions, she explained that she needed some time alone to “process everything.”

Process.

Process that so far, we’ve found no cure. That Nettie had a bloody branch coated in a lethal toxin in case I didn’t tell her everything.

WHICH I DID BECAUSE I THOUGHT HEALERS ARE SUPPOSED TO HEAL. FUCK ME, I GUESS!

“FUCK!”

“A good evening to you too.”

WHAT?!?!?

Selene turned suddenly around to see quite possibly the last person I expected to see. “Rolan.” She sniffled, wiping her eyes. “I, um, didn’t hear you coming.”

He rolled his eyes. “Well, it must be hard to hear among the screaming and splashes.” Any bravado and humor he might have had disappeared as he observed her. “Are you alright?”

He looks worried.

Can I trust him?

Should I trust him?

Or will he—

He tentatively stepped towards her, holding out one of his hands. “If I might be of any service, my friend, then please—”

Her lower lip quivered as more tears fell. “Rolan…I just want to go home…”

“I know, my dear. I know.”

Between his sad smile, tender tone, and kind eyes, Selene allowed herself to let go for the first time since she was abducted and began to weep. Rolan immediately took her hand, and with his other arm around her thick waist, he led her to a nearby bench. “There, there. There, there. Why don’t we sit down?” He murmured softly, and she felt herself practically melting in his hold.

After they settled on the bench, I’m not letting go of his hand. Feels too nice. And he smells nice. “I’m sorry. I…” Sorry, it’s been a shit in a shit week. “I just want to go home…”

Home.

Mum and Dad.

My cat.

My friends.

Brownies.

Where there’s no tadpoles or racist druids or cults…

“You said home is Baldur’s Gate, did you not?” He asked as he squeezed her hand. “Do you have family there?”

She nodded. “My parents. Mum’s a cook at Wildheart Manor. Dad runs his gran’s bakery, where I work in between adventuring jobs.” Finally stopped crying. Thank gods. “Though he wasn’t always a baker.” She smiled and squeezed his hand. “He was a pirate when he was a young man. Mum was a barmaid at the Elfsong Tavern. But when they found out they were having me,” What a fucking surprise that was, according to Mum. “Mum got the job at Wildheart Manor, and Dad decided to help his gran and the bakery. And now I do too.” As much as I love being a barbarian…being an adventurer…protecting people…I don’t know. Mum and Dad are getting older. I should…I wish…No. Best not to speak of this in front of a very handsome man.

There was a kindness in his yellow eyes that she swooned over on the inside. I’m not making a fool of out of myself…not in front of him…oh gods. “You’re close with your family. That’s admirable. Wonderful, even.” Rolan chuckled nervously. “Lia and Cal annoy the hells out of me sometimes, but I don’t know what my life would like without them.” He glanced at her quickly, cheeks flushed. “Your parents must be very proud of you.”

“From the day I was born, they’ve been proud. Wanna hear something wild?” Haha get it, I’m a wild magic barbarian. Please laugh. Oh thank fuck, he laughed! “My parents are human—”

Rolan’s eyes widened. “Y-you mean, you were born to human parents or were you adopted?”

Uh oh, maybe I should keep my mouth shut. He looks even more nervous. Shit.

She released his hand and fidgeted slightly. “Yeah, born to them. Um, if this makes you uncomfortable…” Maybe he thinks I’m a freak?

He reached for her hand again. “My apologies. It’s not that I’m uncomfortable. Far from it.” THANK GOODNESS. “It’s just…erm, I’ve never heard of a tiefling born to human parents who actually…kept the baby. You’re the first.” He shook his head, then met her gaze, smiling politely. “But please continue. I want to hear where this story is headed, as it were.” Rolan, you’re such a fucking dork and I love it.

Selene grinned. “So, when I was born, the midwife tried to tell Mum and Dad I could be ‘removed’ or some shit. Do you want to know what they did?” Upon hearing him hum in assent, she continued. “Mum clutched me and said, ‘If you try to take my baby, I’ll fucking kill you.’ Dad apparently was ready to enter a rage and was looking for something blunt to knock out the midwife if necessary.”

He barked a laugh. “Goodness me, your parents do love you very much. Yes, yes…” Stop being so nervous, Rolan. Do I make him nervous? Shit. “You’re very lucky, you know.”

Yes.

Yes, I am.

And I miss them so much.

Okay, before I start crying again, I need to change the subject.

“I’m also very lucky because I have a cat.” Selene giggled. “His name is Mortimer, and he’s my baby.”

Rolan snorted. “Mortimer?”

“Mortimer. I found him when he was a kitten…”

Selene did not know how long she and Rolan sat and talked, nor did she care, only admitting the passage of time when he stifled a yawn.

“Forgive me, I think the hour is now quite late.” He said with a rueful smile. “May I walk you back to your camp, my dear? You never know what lurks in the shadows.” Rising, he offered his hand, which she took with a warm smile.

Rolan, I’m a barbarian.

She shook her head and stood. “No, I’ll be fine. Thanks for tonight. For listening. For being a friend. Thank you.”

Her bright blue demonic eyes stared into his yellow ones.

Should I?

I SHOULD!

Heart pounding in her chest, she quickly kissed his cheek, wished him a good night, and turned to return to her camp, giggling like a giddy schoolgirl.

Rolan stood frozen for several moments before he lifted a hand to where she had kissed him.

“Good gods, she’s going to be the death of me.”

[reputationmunson]

Fluff request! Eddie calming reader down from a panic attack - initially noticing that something is wrong when they start to get all distant and stuff, subtly taking them somewhere quiet and calm and just really kindly talking them down

(And then maybe a little kiss at the end, at least a big ol hug)

thank you for the request! I'm sorry this took me a few days. I've been in the mood to write but every time I open a new document I just stare at it haha

Breathe | Eddie Munson x reader

summary: Eddie comforts you after you get overwhelmed at one of his shows

content: panic attack, eddie being the best boyfriend, no pronouns, petnames (babe, baby), use of y/n (just once i think), swearing, fluff

word count: [762 words]

The hideout was completely packed tonight. You were super stoked about the crowd for Corroded Coffin, but you were also feeling overwhelmed. At first, you were fine. Big crowds weren’t really your thing, but when Eddie came out on stage, you were one hundred percent focused on him and drowned everything else out.

Now, you have Eddie standing next to you with his arm around your shoulder while he’s talking to a group of people. You’re pressed up next to him with absolutely no space, and while you love being this close to him, you have no other choice because of all the bodies surrounding you and leaving you no choice.

You feel like you’re trapped and the exit is a thousand miles away.

The room begins to grow hotter and louder.

You feel yourself begin to zone out. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your vision is blurry. The sounds surrounding you being to drown out, like you’re in a different world, but you’re stuck in the same spot.

“Isn’t that right, baby?” you hear Eddie say to you but you can’t respond or react. “Baby?” Eddie asks, concerned. He grows worried when he sees the look on your face and the sweat on your forehead.

“Fuck, let’s get you outside, okay?” You give a small nod and close your eyes.

Eddie grabs your hand and plows through the crowd to get you outside into the fresh air. After what feels like hours, you’re finally outside.

You start to sob and you can’t catch your breath.

“Hey, hey, listen to my voice. Deep breaths, okay? In and out, can you do that for me?”

Eddie starts to take deep breaths with you and you feel yourself calm down a little, but you’re still shaken up.

“There ya go, you’re okay. Can I touch you?”

You nod and his hands rest on your shoulders. He wants nothing more than to pull you into him for a hug, but he knows that might make things worse.

Once your breathing is normal and you feel more cooled off, you look at him. “I’m so sorry. I ruined your night and-”

“You didn’t ruin anything, babe. I’m sorry that I didn’t notice sooner. I know big crowds can stress you out sometimes and I should’ve thought about that.”

“I was fine, but then everything hit me all at once and I’m so happy that you guys got a big crowd tonight. I just wish I was able to handle it better and support you.”

“You do support me. Always. Even when there were only two other people in the crowd, you were there. You’re there at band practices and even when I’m just in my room forcing you to listen to whatever shitty lyrics I write, you’re sitting on my bed with the biggest smile on your face.”

“They’re not always shitty lyrics”

Both of you laugh and Steve walks outside, trying to find you.

“Oh, here you are. I’ve been looking for you two. Everything alright?” Steve notices you look like you’ve been crying.

“Yeah, we’re alright. Steve, would you be a dear and get my number one fan some water?” Eddie requests and Steve heads back inside.

“Just your number one fan? I'm no groupie, rockstar.”

“Number one fan, love of my life. Same thing. And you are so a groupie. But only for me, yeah?”

“Yeah” you agree. “Hug?” you hold your arms out and he can’t wait another second.

You hold each other and you realize you’d go through just about anything to be able to hug him.

“Feeling better?” He asks and you hum as a yes.

“Think I might need a kiss, though”

Eddie chuckles and captures you in a kiss. The kiss is sweet and slow and everything you need.

“I love you” You say as soon as you break apart.

“I love you, more. You know who I don’t love? Harrington. I mean how hard is it to get a glass of water”

You laugh and wrap yourself around him again. “Maybe we can just get some water at home?” you suggest.

“Anything for my one and only groupie” he jokes.

You groan and he leads you to his van, stopping to kiss you every few seconds.

“Guys! y/n I have your water!” you hear Steve shout, making the two of you giggle

“Hurry, before he sees us”

Eddie races you to his van, but obviously lets you win despite how competitive he is. He’d lose every time if it meant making you smile.

-

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

How I think different natural disasters (a long with other forms of severe weather) affect the states cuz why not:

Wildfires/fires in general (not house fires tho @simpyfrog i was mostly joking about that lol. Pls give me my fire privileges back pls pls pls-)

They will get burns all over their body, and the worse the fire, the worse the burns. Also the bigger the fire, the bigger the burns. The West (+Texas) have the worst burns/burn scars. Also sometimes breathing is a no and they will choke on smoke. And their vision will be kinda blurry and from the outside their eyes will look a bit cloudy (how cloudy depends on the amount of smoke).

Earthquakes:

Balance is a no. The state affected will be VERY shaky and be in a lot of pain. Along with bruising, they will have a long gash across their back. Alaska and California have the worst of this.

Severe Thunderstorms:

The states don't get too affected by them, but sometimes they will receive a big enough shock from the lightning that they get knocked out and are left with some burns that look like lightning streaks. Also sometimes if there is power outages, let's take Texas for example, he wont be able to use certain electric things, such as light switches, microwaves, electric stoves, ect...(tho he found a way around it and wears leather gloves if he needs too). Also, I'm gonna do a silly and say that they can shock people to tease them.

Hurricanes:

Throwing up water, sometimes blood. The state will be very cold and kinda clammy and will feel like they are drowning. They will be VERY dizzy and throw up a lot. They will most likely pass out at some point and wake up covered in bruises, lightning-strike burns, some cuts, and other various small injuries. Florida, Louisiana, Texas, and basically any Gulf Coast state has had the worst of these. (Texas and Loui tho- the Google machine told me that Galveston, Harvey and Katrina were the most costly ones-)

Tornado

Dizzy yes. Balance no. The affected state will be covered in bruises (the bigger the damaged area, the bigger the bruise.). Blurry vision and a migraine also will occur. Texas, Oklahoma, and the Midwest have the worst of these (Tornado Alley).

Acid Rain:

Again, they don't really get too affected by this, they will just have some pretty rough looking burns. NY (haha this fool thought he would be safe from me-), NH, VT, and ME have the worst burn scars from this.

Dust Storms:

I don't have much for this one lol. Im thinking grainy-feeling skin and a really really dry throat, but I don't really have anything else.

Heat waves:

Fever, a lot of sweating, and dizziness that can lead to passing out. Texas, Loui, and Sippi are currently getting BAKED and not in the good way :(

==========================================

(Now take some weather quote thingys (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

~

(During the Great Galveston Hurricane)

Gov, coming to check on Texas: Hey Texas are you doing alright?

Texas:*looks like he's gonna throw up* Y-Yes. Don't worry about me.

Gov: *not believing him* Are you sure?

Texas: Y-yea-*throws up a bunch of water*

Gov: Thought so.

~

California walking downstairs to get some water during an earthquake:

California: *proceeds to fill down the stairs and lay there for 15 minutes*

~

(after a really bad acid rain)

Mass: New York get yer ass outta the tree and let me take care of the burns before they get infected!!

NY: No f*ck off!! They don't even hurt!!

Mass: You were literally on the verge of tears, moron!! So quit lyin' and get down here right now!!

NY: No go take care of NH and VT!!

Mass: I already did, and they weren't as damn stubborn as you're being right now!! *has already texted Texas to come get him out of the tree*

NY: I don't give a sh*t how stubborn they were!! Also I ain't stubborn-*screams when two arms randomly grab him from behind*

Texas: *is now holding him captive* Yes you are. You are a stubborn little Yankee.

NY: Texas you damn traitor!! Let me go!!!

Texas: No can do, partner. Yer comin' down and letting yer brother help ya. He's gonna be gentle, so calm down!!

NY: *sigh-whine* I give up....

Texas: Atta boy.

~

(during a fire)

Cali: Hehe. ✨arson✨

~

(during Katrina)

Loui: I'm fine sha.

Florida: *hugging him close* Sir no you most definitely are not!! You are way too cold-

Loui: *throws up blood and water* Uh sorry bout dat sha...

Florida: And you're sick, mi amor!! Go to bed right now!!

Loui: B-but-

Florida: No buts!! Bed. Now. I will drag you there if I have to-

Loui: *passes tf out*

Florida: GODDANGIT-

~

(during the heatwave that is currently killing us all-)

Gov: *walks into Texas's room and sees Louisiana passed tf out, Sippi on the verge of it, and Texas just laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling and contemplating on playing Russian roulette with a pistol*

Gov: *walks back out*

~

[silent-raven13]

Little Hobie variant

Earth 138-10

Spider Band were on a mission as they saw one anomaly tearing down a building.

Peter: Guys, save the civilians! Me and Miguel would handle this! -He swings to stop the large anomaly-

Miguel already fighting off the anomaly with his talons. The rest of the Spider gang were swinging catching civilians left and right. Sometimes they play a game on who save the most.

Hobie grab five at a time: That's ten! -he got to a safe area putting them all together-

Pavtri was able to save a bus filled with students: That's twenty three! -he looks in the buss counting- Yup! 23!

Gwen grabs two: This makes sixteen!

Miles using his Spider-man strength to lift a heavy block from the ground hearing people: I got one, two, three, four... I got twenty -the people came out underneath the rumble.-

Hobie swing next to him: Luv, you really want to win.

Miles giggles: Sure thing!

Everyone was doing their part in saving from the chaos of the anomaly. When Peter and Miguel were able to take it down, the clean up crew came by.

Pavtri happily bounce: Haha, I win! -having the highest numbers from all of them-

Gwen sips a cold bottle of water: Looks like we're doing Karaoke night! -she winks at Miles-

Miles groans: Ya'll just want me to sing! -He's not even good!- I'ma go inspect some more civilians.

Hobie chuckles: Luv, you sing amazing.

Miles snorted: Your just saying that to make me happy! -he walks along his boyfriend- You know I'm a terrible singer.

Hobie: So? I love it. You always show so much passion. -He leans over trying to give him a kiss- C'mere.

Miles giggles feeling his boyfriend's arms around his waist pulling him closer for a kiss: Bae! Not now, we gotta find survivors.

Hobie pouts under his mask: Awe, luv.

Then the two heard: Help! Help! Someone help us! We're stuck! -The Spider-men's Spider Senses kicked in- Help!

Miles quickly rushes over to the voice: Hey? Can anyone hear me?"

A child's voice shouted: Over here!

Then a cries of children: HELP! Our mom is trap! Help us!

Hobie spotted a massive piles of stone from a building: Sunflower, they're over there. -The two quickly went over to lift up the large pieces of rocks.-

An opening slit from the two Spider-man lifting the large piece of wall had a group of children coming out. Five children with one older girl holding a baby, they were covered in debris from the crumble walls. All of them being black children looking in panic. The oldest girl cried: Help! My little brother is under there with our ma! Our mama is injured! -she had a thick Patios accent being so scared-

The other children cries out loud in panic: Save them! Mama! Please! -they were tugging on their legs with panic in their eyes-

Hobie took over: Luv, I got this! Go under and save them! -he uses all his strength lifting up the large piece of rock-

Miles nodded as he went into the opening: You kids stay here! Don't worry I'ma save your mom and brother -he wants underneath having to crotch down- Hello? Is anyone there!

Hobie holds the large wall then he said: Lyla, darling... looks like I need back up.

Lyla: On it! I'll let Gwen and Pav know your location!

Miles still underneath the massive rumble seeing the family were possibly buried by the top floor: Hello? -he kept moving being careful to not cause the walls to come down- Hello?

A child's voice rings his ear: Ova here! Help! My ma... she got hit by the head! -Miles quickly follow the voice being surprised to find a little boy lifting the top part of the crumble walls with all his might while an unconscious woman lay at his side. The woman had a bloody mark on her head-

The boy cries: Help! My ma... she's not waking up -his arms shakes as he cries being so scared. The little dark skinned boy look like he's in rough shape, cuts and marks on his face and arms- Please... I don't wanna die!

Miles quickly took over: Don't worry, little guy. I got this. I'm here to save you and your mom. -He holds the crumble wall seeing the little boy gawking at him- Watch your head kid... and your mom's. -The little boy quickly lay his body on his mom's head and cover his own with his arms-

The Spider-man slowly got up using all his strength to lift the massive wall from above, this causes a bit of rumbles and debris to fall. Hobie quickly toss the other large wall to let Miles from below to lift all the massive weight. Hobie shouted at the kids: Move out of the way! -He quickly grab all the children to move away-

Gwen and Pavtri quickly came with medics at their side. Gwen said: We came as fast as we could!

Miles tosses the upper broken walls and other rocks leaving a massive opening for the two survivors: See, told you, I'll save you. -Giving a smile under his mask. The bright light had Miles looking angelic in the boy's eyes. The Spider-man picks the two up having to jump out of the hole-

Pavtri gasps: Miles, you're safe! Oh thank goodness! -He went to help him with the woman's body- Is she okay?

Miles nodded: She hit her head from a rock. -He holds the little boy in his arms who seems to hug him so tight- We need to have her go into med-bay.

Then the children came crying: MOM! HOBIE!

Miles and Pavtri blinks a couple of times: Huh, Hobie? -Then Miles got a good look at the little boy, no doubt about it. It's a small version of Hobie Brown. The little boy have big twists out on his massive coily hair, his inky dark eyes filled with tears as he sniffs, and got a band-aid on the bridge of his nose. Yup, that's Hobie Brown- Your Hobie!

The little boy nodded wiping the snot from his nose before he hugs Miles tightly with his arms around his neck: Mmhhmm. -he's being shy-

The oldest girl spoke up: Hobie, come on! We have to get checked! The white Spider-lady said we have to get our injuries checked!

The little Hobie shook his head: No! I'ma stay right here!

Pavtri hums: Looks like he got a crush on you.

Miles: Stop that. He just sees me as a hero. I save him and his family -Then saw his boyfriend and Gwen- Hey, guys! I guess you figured it out, huh? -Gwen giggling while Hobie leans with his hands in his vest pockets.-

Gwen giggles: Hahaha, Hobie already figured out when he saw the oldest sister.

Spider-Punk shrugs: Reminded me lot of me sis... then I noticed my sis use to have braids like that and a pink dress. -He noticed the other siblings being his own sibling variants, too- So this is the ole chap that risk his life for his fam, hmm? -Being curious at the little version of him-

The little boy scowls turning at the Spider-Punk: What are you lookin' at, yuh Bumboclatt ediat! -Miles' eyes widen while Spider-Punk's eyes mask show no reaction, but he was grinning underneath his mask-

The oldest sister gasps: HOBIE! You mad! That's rude! Apologize!

Little Hobie huffs: NO! -then glares at Spider-Punk- Batty hole!

Pavtri looks in shock: He got a mouth!

Miles saw Gwen and Hobie cracking up: That's not nice, Hobie. You should apologize, he help me to save you. -The little boy looks at him with those puppy eyes and a pout-

Little Hobie: No! -he snuggles against Miles feeling safe-

The other siblings said: Hobie, you're such a baby!

Little Hobie cries: No, I'm not!

Spider-punk chuckles: Alright. Alright, leave the baby alone. -Getting a nasty glare from the little boy- He wants to be with his hero.

Miles pouted at him, but ignores him: How about we go together? You breathe in all this debris and that could lead to dangerous health risk.

Little Hobie nodded: Okay.

When the small group went to medic team, they saw how much damages some civilians gotten. So many of them were taken to the nearest hospital. Some Spider-heroes stayed to make sure they were getting the attention they need. Miles being one to voice his opinion: So she can't be taken care of because she doesn't have insurance! Are you insane! She got like six kids! You're telling me you're not gonna help her! -Already yelling at the white doctor who seems to avoid the black woman-

Spider-Punk was with the other children seeing Miles looking pissed off: Pav... Gwendy watch the lil rugrats for me. -He went over to be the big bad scary Spider-man, he heard the doctor scoffs-

The white doctor snorted: Then it's her fault to have so many kids when she knew she couldn't afford insurance. Honestly, mothers on their wellfare are always the ones begging for drugs or free hand- the doctor quickly shut up when Spider-punk slams his hand on the walls making a hole in it. Something in him filled him with anger, hearing this doctor shitting on a mother of six for being poor and black got him to remember his own childhood-

Spider-Punk's voice low: What was that? Your going to deny her because of the color of her skin, hmm?

Miles being pump: And your job as a doctor is to help those in need!

The doctor scowls at the two: I will call security and have her kicked out if you two don't calm down! I'm doing my job!

Hobie was about to break this man's bones until the two heard: You two that's enough. We'll take them to our medical facility seeing how this doctor is refusing service to them. -Miguel stood wearing his Spider-man suit looking menacing, then he glares down at the doctor- I do hope your ready for a massive lawsuit

Miles happily claps: Yes! Fuck him up, tío! -He hugs Miguel being happy at the way the doctor look a bit terrified.-

Hobie pouted under his mask being jealous. But the three noticed fluffy twist out hair below, seeing the Little Hobie scowling at the doctor: Bombaclatt! -he kicks the doctor in the shin then hugs Miles' left leg-

The doctor jumps on one foot in pain: Ah! That's it! You are all out of here! Get out! Security!

Miles pick up the little Hobie who was sticking his tongue out and giving the finger at the doctor: You don't scare me, pussyhole!

Spider-Punk laughs along: Bloodclot! -He curses along his little variant-

Miguel rolled his eyes as he had the other Spider-heroes help move the Mrs. Brown and the children to their medical facilities.

Back at Spider Society, all the Browns were wearing Gizmo to help them stay in longs period of time. Little Hobie was being checked by Doctors the same with his siblings. His mother went into a coma after they took her to get her brain scanned. She suffers from a head injury going into a concussion then a coma which causes the kids to cry.

The older sister crying: What are we going to do? Mama is all we have left. -Gwen and Pavtri stood being worried-

Spider-punk rubs his neck: I dunno. -It gave him flash backs of his own childhood, his own struggles.-

Miles was with Little Hobie and the doctor: Looks like he's fine. Minor cuts, but nothing major. I do need them to stay here for a couple of days to check on their lungs, especially the baby. It's dangerous at their age to be breathing all that debris.

Miles nodded: Alright, I was worried because they were covered in that stuff, too.

The doctor nodded: Then we must be on watch and see if any of them have a forms of irritation. -He saw the Little Hobie wipe his nose with his arm-

Miles took a tissue to wipe his nose: Don't do that, Hobie. Here, blow. -Little Hobie blows seeing how the Spider-man clean his nose with a tissue. His dark inky eyes gleam at his hero- Good, nińo.

When they got back to the other children, Miles had the chance to finally remove his Spider-man mask. His pretty face got the Brown children looking at him with shock: You like us! -They haven't seen a superhero like them, especially little Hobie was at awe. His hand touches Miles' cheek being amazed-

Little Hobie: You like me!

Miles chuckles: Hahaha, you mean black? Yeah! There's a few of us as Spider-man.

Pavtri awed: Awwwweee, how cute. Little Hobie is admiring you!

Gwen nudging Spider-Punk: Ehh? Ehh! Looks like Hobies are meant to like Miles. -she wiggle her eyebrows-

Spider-Punk finally remove his mask: Oi, what about me, you lil sprogs? -They gasps seeing his face-

The older sister: Wow, you look like Hobie!

Spider-Punk chuckles: I am Hobie!

Little Hobie scowls: Your not Hobie! I am! -He wiggles to get down, Miles let him. The little kid went to kick Spider-punk in shin then rushes to be picked up by Miles again- I am HOBIE!

Hobie 138b winced: Ah, my bloody shin! -he hops in one foot in pain- Your gonna get it, you lil brat.

Little Hobie stick his tongue at him: AHH! -He snuggles against Miles- He's mean! I don't like him!

Miles calms him down: Awe, don't worry, Hobie. I'll protect you!

Hobie gasps: LUV! YOU ARE MINE!

Little Hobie gave a wicked smirk at him having Gwen and Pavtri laugh at their punk friend.

[traitimdoithay]

(Thief King Bakura-centric Comic) Nile Kappa Pool (English Translation)

hi there! i came across this comic about thief king bakura learning about kappas and i loved it so much that i had to give translating it a go. it's not often you see non-romantic comics getting passed around that aren't gag comics, so obviously i had to jump on this one. apparently it's a fairly recent one too, being distributed in 2018.

my translations may be a bit off, please feel free to correct me if you see anything that could be translated better! i tried to make the dialogue sound natural in english while also not losing the original meanings. i’ve also typed out all the dialogue under each page cause i did have to fight with the small speech bubbles a bit, so dialogue may be a teeny bit hard to read sometimes. there’s also a few translation notes added too!

Title: Nile Kappa Pool/ナイル河童淵 Author: nmoohha (you can find their distribution notice post here if you’d like to see glimpses of the original digital version!) Summary: TKB meets a boy who tells him about kappas Scans: @super-lovely-collection​ (thank you for giving me permission to post my translation with your scans!)

i’m also providing a download for people who want to read it more conveniently! i included all the separate pages plus a PDF version :) (the last few pages in the original aren’t included since they’re not part of the story)

Boy: Hey... Boy: Have you ever seen a kappa?

TKB: ... TKB: Ka...ppa...? TKB: ...The heck is that? Boy: Hmm? You don’t know?

Boy: It’s a spirit that lives in the river Boy: A spirit that lives hidden in the grass by the water...

(Boy: Yeah!) (TKB: Ohh) Boy: It grabs children playing by the water Boy: And tries to drown them! TKB: Hoh... (Boy: It bounced 9 times!) (TKB: First time I’ve seen that) TKB: ...You ever seen it? (The kappa?) Boy: Nope TKB: Come on! Boy: So every day I lure it in while playing like this (I wanna see it!) TKB: Every day?! (In your free time?!) TKB: If I did that, I’d rather get attacked and eaten by a crocodile!

TKB: A kappa, huh. ...That’s it. TKB: Did you mistake it for a crocodile? Boy: Huuh? That’s not it. It’s different from a crocodile. There’s no heroic tale*. TKB: Okay, sorry! (I’ll throw stones too) Boy: A kappa walks on two legs. TKB: Two legs... Boy: It has a mouth with teeth like a crocodile Boy: And arms with thick claws like a jaguar Boy: Also, it has webbed feet and can swim Boy: And on top of that, it has a turtle shell on its back TKB: ?? *The original word used here is ロマン/roman, which can refer to chivalric romance literature. These kinds of stories tend to be your classic 'knight goes on a journey, fights monsters and other evils, gets the lady' tale. I couldn't really figure out a better way of making this understood briefly, so it is what it is. On another note, apparently the Japanese word for crocodile (鰐/wani, but here it's written as ワニ) was originally used to refer to an ancient sea monster which has been featured in quite a few Japanese myths. Don't know if this knowledge adds anything to the comic, but it is interesting to know!

(Artist’s impression of a kappa: by Bakura) Boy: It’s really strong, right? TKB: Isn’t that too much bullcrap? Boy: A kappa is a spirit that likes to fight Boy: My grandpa saw one wrestling* a hippo when he was a kid TKB: Huh...

*The specific term used here is sumo wrestling, just to be clear it's not referring to general wrestling.

TKB: Ahh... I dunno about a kappa TKB: But I have seen one. TKB: A spirit Boy: A spirit? TKB: The spirit I saw... was better than a kappa. (Haha) TKB: It looks like a human from the waist up... TKB: It has bird wings on its back TKB: Two pairs of them! TKB: Not only that, it has a snake’s head from the waist down TKB: It has the two heads of a human and snake

(Artist’s impression: by young boy) Boy: Two heads... Boy: Yeaah, it’s weirder than a kappa TKB: W... weird... Boy: But it seems stronger than a kappa Boy: When did you see it? The spirit (Boy: It has two heads...) TKB: I met it... when I was a kid... TKB: It saved my life.

TKB: If I hadn’t met the spirit... TKB: I might not have been able to play like this... TKB: Or have the desire to live Boy: Wow... how cool Boy: The spirit... is just like a god, huh? TKB: !! TKB: A god...? TKB: Heh heh TKB: Not bad!

Boy: Ahh... it didn’t bounce at all... TKB: ... TKB: Hah?! It’s my first time doing it! TKB: How do you make it bounce like that?! Boy: I have a trick, I’ll teach it to you (Ahaha) TKB: Just you wait, I’ll make it bounce more than you! Boy: I told you, I won’t lose

(Boy: It’s round) (Boy: Flat stones like this are good) (TKB: Hoh) (Boy: Lower your stance more) (TKB: Ah)

TKB: It bounced 3 times just now! Look! It bounced, it bounced! (TKB: Alright!)

Boy: Well then~ I’m going home TKB: Okay Boy: Don’t get attacked by a kappa! Be careful! TKB: Haha, you too... TKB: ...Hah... TKB: I got worked up with that kid by accident... (Ow ow ow...) TKB: Well... it’s a good way of killing time once in a while TKB: Right, partner?

TKB: You are like a god TKB: You must be happy, right? (Diabound: Mhm) (Diabound: (Smile)) (TKB: You’re really happy...)

TKB: Now... to find a suitable restaurant somewhere and have dinner... TKB: ! TKB: ...? TKB: A stone...? TKB: Is someone there...?

TKB: Hey! TKB: What the hell?!

TKB: Why are crocodiles jumping toward me?! TKB: ...Can crocodiles jump...? ???: Hey TKB: ?! ???: Give the stone back* during the day, kuh keh keh ???: But... it’s important to give it back properly

*The specific word used is お返し/okaeshi, which refers to a custom where when someone gives you a gift, you have to give them a gift in return for the initial gift.

TKB: This spirit looks... strong...

TKB: ...A...

TKB: A kappa...?

[halfdeadwallfly]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers✨

!!! (I realized too late this is five things, ten ppl :(((( sorry abt that one.... Feel free not to read but I wanted to talk abt them haha )

My acappella group--- I was in a lot of groups and things in high school, and I listened to a lot of sentimental graduation talks about people finding their home and their family in those places. It always made me so sad, because I never did. But even though I'm not close friends with everyone in acappella now, I already feel so much more comfortable and at home with it already than I ever did in high school. I love the people all so much, and I'm so happy to be around them every time we go to rehearsal and every time we perform. Being in acappella has been the highlight of my year honestly, and I'm so grateful for it. I love the music, I love to direct and lead and sing, and the people are just so so so kind. Genuinely. Even when I feel anxious or stressed or I feel like I need to hide, I know that I can work through it, because I really just trust that outside of my own social anxiety, these people are kind and genuine. I love them so much and being around them makes me so happy.

Making flower chains -- pure pure fun. Can do anything you like during. Or nothing. Listen to a podcast. Listen to the buggies. Like down. Run around. Frolick. I love finding a good patch of flowers with long stems, esp if there's multiple kinds, and just really investing myself in them. You can find little buggies and greet them and love them so much when you are in the grass and such, and it is super nice to see them all. My favorites are rolly pollies but I also like snails and slugs a lot and also I think ants are cute and beetles and worms so I always try to help out the worms if they get lost

Writing poetry -- very good to do, do not always recommend rereading. Do recommend taking poetry 1 with [redacted] at my school bc he is the greatest and so kind and helpful. I love writing poetry even if it does make me hate myself for being too pretentious sometimes. Sometimes I like what I write and it is nice to talk about with people and get thoughts and opinions

Reading abt gender theory -- Genuinely life-changing thing taking that intro to wgss class this year lolollll. Maybe it is silly of me, but that class really made me rethink myself and where I want to go with my life. There's so much more that I want to read and learn and I'm almost anxious that I can't do it fast enough

Looking at the stars and clouds -- a good one. It makes me happy. I am very small. Sky is beautiful like art. It's the same and it's never the same. I'm getting tired sky is still up there. Space is very very very cool. Clouds are very very very cool

Cicadas -- BEAUTIFUL CREATURES!!!!! they have been so loud this year and I had to wear headphones outside while watering the plants for a while, but I also get to see all of them out there!!!!!!!!!! And different kinds too!!!! They are so beautiful and lovely and it makes me so happy to see them and hear them too most of the time. When I was little they would always be dying under the trees at recess and the boys would mess around with them when they couldn't fly away, so I had to go make them stop so they wouldn't be dying while being tormented by ten year old boys. I was always very mad when they did that and I'm always still super sad to see cicadas in the midst of dying when they can't fly anymore. But I love their singing and their songs and their nice nice eyes, and I like to pick them up if they let me and have them crawl all over my arms because their legs are sticky and nice. They're the prettiest little bugs and I love them

Melted brie cheese -- yummy.

Putting on pajamas after work -- I work in a warehouse with no ac which is ok but kinda sucks in the summer, esp when it's super humid like it is now where I am. I also package coffee that often is flavored with really strong syrups, and is often ground, so I almost always leave work smelling intensely like pancake syrup (less nice than it sounds after nine hours) and covered in gritty coffee. It's a good job and I like it a lot actually, but boy by the end of a day when the temperature is high, it's super tiring. When I get home I just take off all my work clothes and turn off the lights and lie in the dark, and it's so nice and calming and I really love getting to do that, and relax into a calm cool late afternoon.

Drinking coffee with real cream -- Aka. super duper yummy. I get to work before everyone else in the morning, so I make the first coffee pot and I always make me and the other early packaging person's fav blend, and it's basically my favorite part of the morning, watching the sun rise while the coffee brews and coming back to my work area to greet the morning window spiders. At home in the summer, I love making iced coffee with milk and adding just an eeeeensy bit of cream, it's so tasty and it makes it all nutty and buttery and rich, and it brings out all the good flavors.

Listening to podcasts -- thank you podcasts you make me so happy. Right now thank you tanis for driving me insane and thank you wolf 359 for helping me feel calm and safe when I'm stressed. Special thank you to zach valenti because his voice in particular is like really soothing and anyway that sounds weird but like you know what I mean. Past thank you to potterless for getting me into podcasts and referring me to the bright sessions, which was the first audio drama I listened to and got sooo into. Special thank you to lauren shippen for being like my favorite podcaster ever oh my gosh, and honorable mention to briggon snow for being in so many of those lauren shippen related shows. Thank you wtnv for coming near me so I could see the attic. Thank you to literally every show I've listened to. Basically everybody in my life thinks the podcast thing is kinda weird and laughs a bit when I get too into it, but honestly this is like. A really important thing to me now. I love podcasts a lot and they make me very very happy to get to listen to

[lena-rambles]

find the word

thanks @violets-in-her-arms-writes for the tag! took me a few days, but here i am lol

i was given trip, throne, tired, tempt, and tone. i switched the latter two's order because both answers are from the same scene and chronologically it worked better haha

also editing to put it under a read more because damn i pasted a lot

trip ; i got nothing for this ;-;

throne ; once upon a cursèd dream

A thought brushes against the back of my mind. I have yet to see her face, but she seems familiar. Her thin frame, delicate hands, and there—a faint mark on her forearm. I suck in a sharp breath and finally lift my gaze. Our eyes meet. She has stopped in her tracks, only halfway through the throne room, but I don’t blame her. She whispers under her breath and her eyes, light brown and familiar, flick across my body. In a daze, I rise from my throne and shake off Mother hissing my name. I know everyone is staring at us, I can feel the curious heat of their eyes, but for once I am able to ignore them.

(re)tired ; long live the queen

I sank into the music, savouring it and committing it to memory until I heard it next. We danced for two songs afterwards, then retired from the floor. We made our way to his parents, who stood by the marble fountain talking with Lords Cassius and Alba. The two men bowed and excused themselves, leaving Theodore and I alone with Cadmus and Priscilla. “Felicem diem brumatis,” I greeted. “Happy solstice,” they returned, Priscilla a beat behind her husband.

(s)tone ; eris

(a dark sapphic fantasy that i hope to introduce sometime. aesthetic rbs here. also this "line" is ridiculously long but i'm also very fond of this entire scene so-)

The outskirts of Feyre weren’t pretty. If Lyssa was honest, the whole area surrounding the capital was dreary: a monotonous collection of farms and gaunt faces trudging down the murky streets. The north end of the city was likely the finest urban neighborhood in Tallia, the home of the wealthy, but the streets gradually worsened towards the south. Despite Lyssa’s grand plans of revolution, she didn’t like being in Feyre longer than she had to unless she was in the north end. Unfortunately, she was meeting an informant in Eira Park; not the picture of wealth. She strode through the streets, weeds and stones bowing beneath her feet. The houses here were clustered closer than Llorian marriages, with solid bases but looking weaker the taller they were. The people of Feyre preferred growing up than out, which made for a few unstable structures. It didn’t take much longer for her to arrive at the meeting spot: Rafe’s Tavern. The building looked to be three houses stacked on top of each other, the tavern at the bottom melding into the stone foundation that stretched across the whole block. Lyssa ducked under the hand-painted sign hanging in the doorway—not the smartest architectural decision—and claimed a small table away from the rowdy men arm-wrestling in the corner. She reached into her gold pouch and pulled out a coin for when the barmaid came around, then rested her forearms on the table. A minute later, a barmaid came around and Lyssa ordered a pint of berry mead. The tavern door creaked open and two people came in, her informant and— Rieka?

tempt ; eris

Lyssa scoffed. “I know someone who would spill information to me like water from a bucket. You don’t know that Rieka doesn’t have someone.” “She doesn’t, I swear.” Lyssa chuckled, but before she could say anything more, the barmaid arrived with her berry mead. While Melian ordered, Lyssa took the chance to look at Rieka for the first time in a while. She was sturdy and lithe but hunched. Her silver-white hair hung heavy around her porcelain skin, slick and tangly. Lyssa reached a foot across the floor and touched her calf. Rieka startled but smiled at Lyssa. “You’re Rieka?” Rieka’s face slid into a blank mask, which Lyssa knew was because she didn’t want to laugh and give the game away. Even though the two hadn’t seen each other in nearly a year, the lure of playing with an unwitting person was too tempting. “Yes, ma’am.”

tagging @reneesbooks, @the-stray-storyteller, @gummybugg, and whoever else wants to for the words dark, grin, breath(e), scream, and music

(also renee and cécile you're both on the oucd taglist so there's a sneak peek of a shabby draft for you up there)

[steeiydan]

OC-OCTOBER/30 DAY MONSTERBOY CHALLENGE 2023 -DAY 1 - HARPY alright! time for my yearly OC-October! fused with the monsterboy challenge again because i just didn't have the energy for two challenges this year, and as usual for the past couple days, i might finish it a couple days late. but i'll wrap it up before the new year as always! for the prompts, i've changed up some things too. there's just some monster species i don't really care about or that don't fit in my fictional worlds, so while i'm mainly going by the actual prompts, i feel no shame in doing different stuff for others lol also, i'm staying in my comfort zone as usual, anime pretty boys looking to the left are just what i'm at least somewhat comfortable with haha i'm gonna try and be creative with some of the prompts too - like this one! because i can! let me! and some of their names are subject to change if i find a better one! so, for day 1 - here's Alba!

Alba - 20 - Gay

A basilisk/cockatrice harpy. He lives in a well in the Demon Realm's capital. It's long been abandoned and empty, there's no water in there anymore, and he's made his little lair down there. He love's shiny things and has a little horde of gold and jewelry, though he's mostly using it for actually... buying things. While somewhat scrappy, he's definitely civilized and can handle interactions with demons and other species just fine. He's a bit wary of humans, though.

Alba's gaze can petrify people for a certain amount of time, though they turn back to normal in a while, depending on how long he looked at them it can be anywhere from fifteen minutes to several hours or days. When not using his petrification power, his eyes are yellow. He also can breathe out a highly toxic gas, and his bite is venomous, but unless he's fighting or hunting, he's pretty tame and not that dangerous. He can also petrify himself if looking at his reflection, though that doesn't last long, either.

Like all harpies in the Demon Realms, he's male but can lay eggs - in the human world, it's the other way round and all harpies (and mermaids and nagas) are female (and reproduce with each other)

All in all, he's not unpleasant to be around, and if he has no reason to fight you, he's pretty friendly and talkative. He likes getting help with getting ready (wings instead of arms are kind of impractical sometimes) and also is a bit of a horndog (mainly cause apparently, Basilisks were associated with the the deadly sin of Lust lol and because lore-wise, reproduction is kinda slow for them cause most of the eggs won't hatch) when he's in heat. Also, he really likes being around nagas, and gets along better with them than with most other harpies.

[the-travelling-witch]

guess who's alive? exactly, me!! :D *slumps down and never gets up* (sorry in advance this will be quite the long ask >_<)

i get the feeling of fried brain, my session just finished ;-; #neveragain (wish i could say it for real tho) it's not a problem if you can't add much ahah, really, so don't worry :3

i feel you, my rbf isn't of any help but luckily those who receive my love know it and about the rest i don't care °v° and as i said (i think) as long as you're genuine i don't think that's a problem, honestly is what matters ^u^

yeah i noticed the game and noticed only now i forgot to ask you a question but now head is empty so whatever 🫠 if you say so then brb gonna go buy pencils for xiao and you so you can fill each other's skin with drawings and writings eheh~

me too honestly, i just need to relax, eat good food and sleep for hours trapping the indigo menace in a cuddling hug >:3 for movies i'm down bad for pixar but indie and artsy sounds good too 👀 and slow dancing at night is just something sooo cute and sosksiskdjsjskwj i'm down bad pt2

we can agree that villainous fictional men >>>>>>>>> goody two-shoes hero, but morally grey characters deserve a mention of honor, a whole hall just for them @^@

NOW, ONTO THE NEW MODERN SERIES FIC FUCK I'M SO EIDJWKSNDKWJWOSJSIHS

childe you cocky little menace with that shit-eating grin 🤺 i love this type of grin it sends me on cloud nine but also actives my fighting spirit lmao

i loved every word and the implicit mention of scara's partner and childe's being colleagues, what a chaos putting those two in the same room because of their lovers (saw the other asks, died of laughter)

it had me going 👀 when reader went "one coffee for the mystery man" LIKE MAN THE AUDACITY i would have prayed the universe to swallow me especially after ginger's reply folsdoodsj so good really

also, a curiosity: since you mentioned yanqing (my son <3) does this mean that gi and hsr men will interact more often, being in the same universe? tbh knowing some characters either they will get along well or a big fight would start the moment they see each other pfft-

anyway, i think that i covered everything so that's all! as always, take care, drink water and coffee, eat healthy and sleep well at night, you can do this! and good luck with uni :3

bye bye~

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hii great to see you back and good job on surviving!! i’ll put the answer under a cut for brevity’s sake haha

well i hope i sound and look genuine bc sometimes i feel like i don’t and if i try to sound more excited, people would probably think i’m faking it; but yeah my friends probably know by now how i act so i think i should be good :>

don’t force yourself to participate if you can’t come up with something, i promise i still have enough material to go through (me, typing a novel for a moot’s entry /aff); whenever i doodle on my arm i normally just use ball point pens or eyeliners but i also saw people using like actual colours for painting/body paint and i really want to try that; having someone drag a brush and paint over your back must be such a funny feeling <3

i’m not watching a lot of films right now, so i can’t say what my favourite genre is but i do love a good animation (i still need to see the new spiderman aaahhh); speaking of going to the cinema: there’s sth so special about going there during daytime and coming back out when it’s dark outside; imagine walking home after the film with your fave, he gives you his jacket against the chill of the evening and you laugh and joke as you discuss the film you just saw until he gently grabs your hand and starts twirling you around under the light of a street lamp… *sigh* what a dream (frantically scribbles into my notes for the modern au hshsh)

i just think villains and morally grey characters just are much more fun to explore; would i want hazbin hotel’s alastor to be real or would i like him if i met him? no because he is/was a serial killer, but in fiction? fascinating, intriguing, fun to explore; fiction just gives us the means to explore these morally not so cool actions and mindsets without most of the consequences, and i love that (also it really is sexy if a bad guy drops everything for their love; who wouldn’t want to be their partner’s priority; also also, villains with their own set of moral code, like ‘sure i’ll burn down a city but hit a woman? i would never’)

childe activates my fighting spirit in general, like come over here and let’s bicker, you gorgeous idiot, and maybe i’ll kiss you afterwards <3 and also yes that grin… it might be here bc of the writer’s bias…

i just had to make them colleagues!! please just imagine them gossiping about their bfs after work or during the double date the readers are just talking the night away whereas childe and scara just have this icy atmosphere around them, but the second their partners look over they melt bc they’re just so in love dorks, all of them

and omg yes, thank you for mentioning it, i’ve been dying for someone to point it out: it’s official, it’s a genshin/honkai shared au!! it’ll be mostly genshin with some hsr characters but yes!! they’re sharing the same universe, they will be interacting (now we wait for someone to mention the company vizion is signed under… i wonder who works there… /silly)

thank you, make sure to take care of yourself as well!! <3

[cheqorb]

MER-LOVE, 1.1

request. “Hi hi!! I decided to take you up on your offer and request a part two to the Mer-love fic. This time can you add in reo and what would they do if researcher!reader brought someone along with them, like a co-worker and they think it’s reader’s partner?”

featuring. reo, isagi, bachira, chigiri, nagi

notes. jealousy hcs are always fun to write, thanks for requesting!!

mer-love masterlist here !

On occasion, you see REO coming to drag Nagi off your boat if he overstays his welcome there, or if he thinks the lazy bastard needs a swim break before he dries out in the sun. You don’t mind him, he’s very polite and as a first impression; you would say he’s a solid guy. The type people can rely on.

The merman doesn’t do anything to go against that initial perception either, acting as the epitome of confidence and elegance. But if you get to know him better, his playful and more down-to-earth nature shines through. While there’s not necessarily a huge gap between the two, he definitely felt like he was trying to keep up appearances as the former personality. You suppose it’s a good thing he came out of his shell, because he visits you a lot nowadays!

Sometimes, you think even a bit too often.

He usually comes with mountains of gifts in his arms; stuff like pearls and any other valuable treasures from the water.

And similarly to Isagi, he’s another who willingly engages in conversation and take an interest in your research (particularly the financial aspect) so that’s definitely a plus. It’s very sweet of him regardless of his intentions, so being a charmer must just be part of his personality.

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As the days pass, your boat becomes a second home for not just one, but two mermen — Reo and the ever-present Nagi — albeit with varying levels of enthusiasm for things. Their banter feels oddly nostalgic, like you’re back at the lab, chatting with the colleagues who don’t piss you off.

Unbeknownst to you however, during those quiet moments when Nagi drifts off to sleep and the conversation wanes, Reo's attention shifts solely onto you.

He can’t help but find your funny mannerisms and strange (from his perspective) habits endearing. From your animated hand gestures, to the way you absentmindedly twirl a strand of hair, he doesn’t miss a single detail.

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All in all, Reo’s quite the sweetheart once you’re closer to him!

For the second part of your request, I imagine you bringing someone who you’d trust to keep this a secret from the higher ups — a close friend of yours. So, what you consider innocent gestures like leaning over their shoulder, sitting together while eating, look quite misleading from a mermaid’s perspective (especially if their love language was physical touch/in merfolk society, you only do those types of things with your lover).

REO would be mortified at the sight of them. Who is this person? Why the hell did they come along with you? And why are you talking to them? Please and I stress this, don’t tease him by saying, “oh, haha, they’re my s/o.” What you see as a harmless joke, is something he’d rather die than hear again. Unlike the others, he can and will be openly irritated with your friend’s presence and isn’t scared to voice it. To the point where your colleague is wondering if you were talking shit behind their back to the merman.

ISAGI is arguable the most ‘normal’, rationalising that they’re probably just a coworker that you know. He’d only get antsy if your partner decides to get a little too close to you. Even as chill and unassuming as he may be, Isagi’s still got a pretty nasty ego on him and a bit of a potty mouth to boot. May or may not curse your coworker’s entire generation for the rest of eternity.

BACHIRA would be friendly at first, acting all smiles and being his usual chatty self. But if your coworker decides to try anything the merman deems too…unprofessional, they’ve got another thing coming for them. He’ll snap at their fingers, or tear them off… just kidding! But he wouldn’t be thrilled by it for sure. Kinda just sits on a rock, lost in his own thoughts for a while until they leave.

CHIGIRI would pretend to not care at first, but it’s obvious by the glares he throws their way and the way his sarcasm seems to triple when talking to them that he doesn’t like them. Seriously, why this person? He simply tries to get your attention on him at first, until that doesn’t work and he decides to ‘accidentally’ chuck water onto their face.

NAGI couldn’t care less at first — key word being: at first. But then you’re paying them more attention than you do him, and his brain subconsciously makes up excuses to why he doesn’t like them. Granted some of these could be plausible but others are just straight up mean. Their voice is so grating he can’t sleep, their figure is blocking the sunlight shining on him, among other things. Get them off your boat.

[flydotnet]

A Storm in a Bathtub

WHUMPTOBER 2023, DAY 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.” Storm | Buried Alive | “They’re not breathing!”

Perhaps combining "Storm" and "Kojiro Hyuga" was easy, yes. Perhaps I did originally only intend on using the prompt figuratively, but ended up making it a little literal too.

Also don't be fooled, this isn't an actual sickfic as much as it's me wanting to see Maki dominate in a bed. But alas, I decided this series wasn't gonna have E-rated content, and also, combining my whump and my smut isn't really my thing.

Writing this one was hard for all of the lamest reasons of the world, so I'm not going to bother you with them lol. Simply put, sometimes, you have days where inspiration isn't really here, and with challenges needing daily input from me, it shows more than usual haha

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A Storm in a Bathtub

Summary: Maki has never had to care for someone on her own; but now that she has to, it's a dire, dire thing.

Fandom : Captain Tsubasa

Word Count: 1K words

AO3 version available here.

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People don’t go outside when there’s a typhoon outside. It’s a true statement everywhere, but especially here in Okinawa, where the tropical climate and proximity to the ocean waters have made the intense rains and winds quite the sight to behold from the inside of your house.

So, nobody goes outside when there’s a typhoon outside.

Except for the guy Maki’s interested in, because why wouldn’t it be?

She’s been frozen for a couple seconds for now with a drippling wet Hyuga that she’s barely been able to catch in her arms. Her brain’s blanking out and all she’s now registering is the frigidness of the typhoon water soaking her own clothes and the heat that exudes from his skin.

Wait, he’s feeling hot?

This snaps Maki back to reality: she must help him out or he may get seriously ill. But what can she do to fix whatever this mess is, especially since she has no idea what’s even happened here? Why was he outside, what happened to him and, most importantly (for all the wrong reasons), why did he reach out to her of all people? It’s not like she’s any sort of nurse, let alone someone committed to him (or is she?).

Well, if he entrusted her with such a vulnerable state, then she must uphold it – and she won’t fail.

Her first thought is to draw a nice, warm bath so he can at least get out of those awfully cold clothes. Fortunately, her bathroom is on the ground floor, so all she has to do is to drag him there – which isn’t too difficult, even if she’s never felt the weight of his muscles as much as she has now. He’s clearly more difficult to log around than her other friends.

(Well, the comparison may not be that pertinent to make, since she also doesn’t stare at her friends’ musculature with a weird mix of fascination and envy).

It takes time to fill out the tub, so in the meantime, she takes care of what must be done: strip down the guy she’s interested in, without his consent because he’s barely conscious to begin with. It feels bizarre to do so, but she doesn’t take her time and doesn’t focus on it, having to keep the temperature of the bathwater in check.

The only thing on Hyuga’s body that gets her attention is a wound on his left leg. It’s been bleeding for some time, judging by how difficult it was to take his sock off, but it doesn’t seem that deep. A bit of cleaning, some disinfectant, a quick bandaging and it should be all good. It’s almost reassuring, how confident she is about it.

By the time the bath is finally ready, he still hasn’t stirred up, but Maki nonetheless drags him as delicately as possible in there, mindful the entire time, making sure his injured leg sticks out of there. It looks weird and she’s still slightly embarrassed about this whole… situation (not being able to get consent is really getting on her mind, even if she knows it’s for the best).

The wound is as easy as she thought it’d be to take care of. Going through the motions like she has so many times before helps keep herself grounded and in control of a situation that could otherwise be spiralling out of her control: a quick wash of the wound with water straight out of the tap to clean out all remaining blood, a compress to stem whatever flow is left (in this case, and much to their shared fortune, not much) a doll-up of disinfectant to make sure it doesn’t get any worse (which, considering from what layer of overly hydrated Hell Hyuga must be coming from…), and a swift wrapping of gauze around it. There, all good!

Once that’s done, all she has left is to make sure the… water doesn’t get too cold nor too hot. It’s a real balancing act, but considering she’s stuck here with only the boy she fancies and the pouring rain hitting the sole, tiny window of her small bathroom, she quite literally has very little else to do.

Also, what else could she be doing? Perhaps she should prepare medicine? Okay, that sounds good… but what? Painkillers? Anything else? Does she even have anything that isn’t painkillers in her cabinet ? Good question, she never buys medicine…

The water makes a sloshing noise, prompting her to turn her head back to the bathtub – only to cross eyes with a barely awake Hyuga, who seems a little bothered. Before he can realize she was losing her shit, she decides to put herself together – also, she needs answers, let’s not forget that.

“You’re finally awake!” She says loudly enough for him to understand it even through the haze.

“Maki…?” His voice is hoarse, but that could also be because he was taking one hell of a nap.

He looks around more confused than a bird who fell of the nest.

“The hell I’m doin’ here…?”

In a weird consequence of confirming he’s alive, the stress she’s pent up finally finishes getting to her, right as it exits her in a burst.

“You happen to have collapsed in front of my house, asshole! Can I know how that happened, huh?!”

Hyuga stares back at her with confusion first, then annoyance, and finally, a normal-ish face.

“I dun really remember,” he tells her, scratching his half-wet hair. “Guess practice got outta hand and I was trapped in the storm.”

She sighs. Getting answers out of him isn’t urgent, or at least, not on that topic.

“How are you feeling?” She asks, voice much gentler, as she kneels next to him.

“Like shit,” he snorks, but he smiles. “You dragged me from your door to here?”

“Yep sir. You’re not light, you know that?”

“It’s the muscles,” he chuckles. “Thanks, by the way. I owe you a ton.”

“You’re welcome. Just don’t do it to me ever again!”

“Can’t promise, but I’ll try,” he laughs again, before getting slightly (just slightly) embarrassed. “Now, uh… Can I get out of this stupid bathtub?”

“Of course!” She stares at the pile of discarded, still soaking-wet clothes on the floor. “Just… Gimme two minutes!”

She exits the room in search for some elusive dry clothes that’d fit him – she better find some soon, or else this may get a lot more awkward than she’s already experienced so far.

[nowitswetme]

Aftercare - after Dean

Word Count: ~1040 (oops again. haha.)

Warnings: briefest mention of rough sex. This is the actual fluffiest, so I really think that’s it. Please let me know if I’ve forgotten something!

A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet

Getting fucked rough and raw by Dean until you’re deliciously spent beyond words or movement and then being sweetly spoiled by him afterwards is like watching a literal flip of a switch in his brain. His fierce passion and blanketing comfort are like two intoxicating sides of the same beautifully intense love-coin, and he can go from dark and dangerous to completely doting on you in no time flat. 

Well yeah. Gotta take care of my girl, don’t I? I know you like it when I break you, Sweetness – but I still gotta put you back together again, ya know. Actually, some nights that’s kinda my favorite part. You’re all floaty and snuggly and I get to spoil you rotten. You never let me take care of you like that unless you’re all love-drunk. Usually you’re a stubborn, independent pain-in-the-ass, y/n.

Dean’s affectionate in nearly every way imaginable when he loves someone. Given, it’s usually in subtle, understated ways – in the things that most people never even notice. Like switching the bunker brew to a blend you mentioned liking or installing a towel warmer in the bathroom so you’re never cold when you get out of the shower. But in the post-orgasmic haze that follows a rough fuck session with you, the verbal and physical facets of his love both come out in big, beautiful, can’t-miss-them ways. He snuggles you up next to him and runs his fingers up and down your skin in soft, grazing touches that give you goosebumps (the pleasurable, thrilling ones that make your whole body sensitive and awake to his caresses). Or he wraps you up in his perfect arms and covers you in sheets and chaste kisses and nuzzles into your hair while he spoons you to sleep with your head on his arm. 

Sometimes that’s all you need – the sweet, simple reassurance that you’re his and he’s yours and he loves it that way sending you into dreamland with a soft smile on your face.

And then sometimes you both need more time and connection before you’re ready to be done with the night’s comforts, physically or emotionally. The more intense and feral the filthy pleasures were, the softer Dean tends to be afterwards, babying you with gentle touches and murmured phrases of care and concern. How ya feelin’, Sweetness? Did I go too hard tonight? You’re so fuckin’ amazing. I don’t deserve you, y/n. How bout I put you right again, yeah? Tell me where you’re sore. C’mon, Sweetness. Let’s get you cleaned up and rubbed down.

He never wants you to think that you’re anything but utterly precious to him, so he’s extra careful on nights when he’s just gotten done fucking you like you’re a plaything. Part of him still balks a little at letting loose on you like that, but he knows that surrendering every last little piece of yourself to him so fully makes you feel profoundly connected and thoroughly taken care of and wholly his. So he revels in it. And he makes sure the time he spends on you afterwards reinforces that exquisite intimacy too. 

He defaults to things like sudsy showers with the fancy-scented body wash and modest massages with warm oil that coax your muscles to loosen up, and never without a constant stream of sweet, heartfelt comments that you know he really means. He’s always been skilled with his hands and his words, so using those things to lavish you with love just comes naturally to him. 

You’re so good to me, Sweetness. So good and so precious. I’m gonna keep you forever, y/n. He carries you bridal style into the big shower and sets you under the stream of water that he’s made sure is the perfect temperature. He works his fingers tenderly over your body, subtly starting to work on your sore muscles as he gets you clean. You’re usually leaning against him a bit because your legs are still far from steady, and he takes advantage of the full-body closeness to get every last inch of you ready for bed. He shuts off the water and wraps you in one of the giant, fluffy towels he bought especially for you, chuckling when you tell him how sleepy you are. You’re perfect, y/n. You know that, right? More perfect for me than I could ever have dreamed up in my wildest fantasies. He lays you face down on the bed and gets your favorite massage oil worked in as he uses his strong, skilled hands to relax you so much that your muscles start to feel magically weightless. You were amazing tonight, sweet girl. Gorgeous and soft and everything I need. I’m so damn lucky to have you, y/n. I love you. So much.

He says it, and he means it – that soft, genuine I love you. There’s no snark or seductive charm to it – just honest vulnerability and naked trust. And the unspoken affirmation that you’ve made him whole again. It’s the time he’s most open with you – when he’s high on endorphins and staring at your blissed out beauty and feeling like the luckiest guy in the world. Oh, I know I am, Sweetness. No question.

Right before you drift off into unconsciousness, he slips one of his old band t-shirts over your head and helps you get tucked into him in that perfect way that makes you feel like you’re both one intricately melded person, instead of two.

And he knows that you think he does it all for you. That he’s loving on you with pampering gestures and lavish praise because it makes you feel like you’re his whole world. As you should, y/n. You are. You and Sam. But the truth is, Dean loves it just as much as you do. He cherishes getting to cherish you. Getting to have someone be so wonderfully, deeply in love with him that you trust him to put you back together without a single second thought. I’ll never understand it, Sweetness – the love you have for me. But I’m damn thankful for it. Every day. Now get some sleep, yeah? Gotta rest up for tomorrow night, ya know. I’ve got big plans for you. Big plans.

@mwitsmejk @akshi8278

[kingdaddydaichi]

YUUJI vs. SUKUNA Random HCs

Warnings/Notes: some nsfw, mdni, dark content, Sukuna being Sukuna 🤷🏼‍♀️

YUUJI: “Nooo don’t kill the weeds! Weeds are people too!”

SUKUNA: burns entire lawn to a crisp “There, no more weeds.”

YUUJI flirting: “You have really nice eyes. Do you uhh…haha, I mean…can I walk you home? You can say no, it’s fine.”

SUKUNA flirting: bites his lip while his eyes undress you “Hey girl, ever been eaten out and fucked at the same time?”

YUUJI cuddles: koala cuddles, likes to be the little spoon just as often as the big spoon, violently rubs his nose when your hair tickles it then buries his face right back in your hair again

SUKUNA cuddles: traps you with both pairs of arms and rakes his teeth across your neck “Mine…say it…” You shiver. “Fuck…yours, Ryo…all yours.”

YUUJI waking you up: soft kisses on your shoulder “Morning, beautiful”

SUKUNA waking you up: hand mouth licking you all over, growls in your ear “Wake up, sunshine…it’s time to pleasure your king”

YUUJI kisses: slow/tender/sweet, has soft lips, smiles during kisses

SUKUNA kisses: aggressive/deep/lusty, eagerly slips his tongue in, uses his teeth/nips/bites playfully but sometimes a little too hard

YUUJI: can cook like a mf

SUKUNA: can’t cook for shit, burns everything, ban him from the kitchen

YUUJI driving: either v careful or you have to keep reminding him to look at the road

SUKUNA driving: like a bat out of hell, aggressive/fast and furious but he’s so fucking good at it?

YUUJI: falls asleep when you play with his pretty pink hair

SUKUNA: falls asleep when you lazily trace your fingertips over his tattoos

YUUJI kinks: PRAISE, switch/soft dom/service top, bondage, blindfold, best physical aftercare

SUKUNA kinks: HARD DOM/POWER TOP, Master/slave, overstim, biting, degradation, spanking, will punish you if you don’t say yes sir/no sir, takes v good care of you if you’re an obedient service bottom, best psychological aftercare

YUUJI: squirts water with his hands in the bathtub

SUKUNA: bathes in the blood of his enemies

YUUJI: will grab your hand and pull you up to dance with him when a fun song comes on

SUKUNA: watches while you dance for him

YUUJI watching a sad movie: cries

SUKUNA watching a sad movie: laughs

🌸 When they take your relationship to the next level…

YUUJI: gives you a key to his place

SUKUNA: lets you touch his soul without slicing you into a thousand equal parts

🌸 When another person hits on you…

YUUJI: interlaces his fingers with yours and brings your hand to his lips while staring the person down

SUKUNA: licks his teeth as he watches them spontaneously combust

🌸 Teasing you by holding your phone out of your reach…

YUUJI: laughs, “Aww but baby you look so cute when you’re determined and frustrated…”

SUKUNA: “Ganbare, ganbare…gonna have to try a little harder, sweetheart...”

🌸 What makes them soft…

YUUJI: literally almost anything

SUKUNA: when you kiss his forehead tattoo and tell him how much you love him

🌸 Buying a house…

YUUJI: gets prequalified and takes out a mortgage like an actual person

SUKUNA: curses and haunts the current inhabitants until they go mad and run away screeching, leaving behind all their belongings. Victoriously settles down on their plush sofa, loudly props his feet on their expensive hand-carved coffee table, and flips on the tv before cracking open a cold can of Budweiser and sighing with contentment.

🌸 How you know they love you…

YUUJI: cooks for you and grins like an idiot while he watches you eat (“What? Why are you smiling like that?” “Because you’re so cute when you eat.”), thinks everything you do is cute/adorable/sweet, gives you his drawings even if they’re bad

SUKUNA: gives you a heart-warming tour of his Innate Domain (“And this is my throne…I’d normally Cleave anyone who’d dare touch my buffalo skulls, but you can if you want.” “Aww, really Ryo? Wow, I feel so special!” Rubbing the back of his neck and laughing nervously: “Well, I uh…thanks.”)

🌸 When you’re sick…

YUUJI: wraps you up in blankets and forbids you from leaving the couch/bed while he makes soup for you

SUKUNA: snaps his fingers and makes you well again