#thank you for the ask btw this was so sweet!!!

[strange-aeons]

hi strange i’ve been enjoying yr videos for about four years thank u for giving me giggles for so long. however i am writing as i am not totally sure who else to ask…

my boyfriend had a traumatic pneumothorax last week and about 80% of his right lung collapsed. i don’t really know anything about pneumothorax (although i have learned so much recently lol) aside from hearing you mention it and as such i don’t know how to help him :(

i know it’s a shot in the dark but i was wondering if there are any comforts or ways to alleviate pain you could share? thank you so much strange you are super tough btw to have gone through this several times this Sucks big time

many good wishes to you and your sweet hairless babies in the new year!

If it happened one week ago he’s already gotten through the worst part! I’m assuming he’s still hospitalized with a chest tube in right now??

When I was in that situation it helped a lot having frequent visits from my partner and family. Especially when they brought snacks!!!!!! Hospital meals can be borderline inedible and there’s no way of escaping to the food court when you have a chest tube in (unless you plan to deceive multiple nurses and risk life threatening infection through the OPEN HOLE IN YOUR CHEST. Don’t do that).

Good food can be a relief in an otherwise horrible time, so finding out what he really wants to eat and brining it will definitely help. If he has no appetite then things like smoothies or drinkable soup can be very helpful. I often live off booster juice and Tim Hortona chicken noodle soup when hospitalized.

Finding the right media to keep sane is also very important!!! Your sleep schedule disintegrates entirely when laying on your back full of tube for multiple days. 2AM listening to alarms go off and 6AM getting woken up for x-rays and 1pm having the lunch slop delivered and 3pm being woken up for x-rays and 9pm visit from your surgeon all become basically indistinguishable, especially if you have no windows. Podcasts were ideal for me because it can be very hard to find a comfortable position with a chest tube / pneumothorax and looking at a screen was often too much of a hassle. Queer as fact and fall of civilizations are both excellent if you want non fiction btw. Old gods of Appalachia or welcome to nightvale if you want fiction.

There’s not a lot that you as a loved one can do about his physical pain, but I will share some of my pneumothorax expertise with you and anyone else who might go through this.

There’s no nerve endings in the lungs so all the pain/ discomfort related to a pneumothorax has to do with pressure in the chest cavity.

The pain is the absolute worst when your lung is actively collapsing so when that feeling starts SHOVE SOME EXTRA STRENGTH ADVIL OR TYLENOL DOWN YOUR THROAT, then lay down and wait for it to finish collapsing. It may seem tempting to rush to the hospital as fast as possible (or rush your loved one who’s lung is collapsing to the hospital) but trust me the last thing you want to do with a lung that is actively deflating like a sad balloon is exert yourself (this is how I collapsed my lung the full 100% and could not move my upper body for an hour. Quirky). Give it at least 30 minutes of floor time before you try to move. You will have a way better time getting to the hospital.

Wait sorry I lied lung re-inflation hurts sometimes more than the initial collapse. The sometimes are the times when ER nurses do not know how to do it properly. Immediately after they put the chest tube in, they attach it to a suction machine to suck out the excess air in your chest cavity. I do not know if these machines are the same internationally (I’m Canadian) but if you’re dealing with one where the settings are percentages, the one you want is 20% suction. NOT 100%!!! that just causes unnecessary excruciating pain without being more effective. I have had to fight numerous nurses while in the worst pain of my life to TURN THE PAIN MACHINE DOWN. fuck the pain machine. Anyway. After the pain machine they leave the tube in for a few more days to make sure the lung stays inflated. Nearing the end of that process, most of the discomfort is caused by the tube itself, so as horrible disgusting the worst getting that thing ripped out is, just know you will feel so much better after.

Throughout the healing process (and in the case of small pneumothoraxes not requiring chest tubes — I’ve had over 10 of those ones) I’ve noticed that heightened discomfort lasting a few minutes results from going from laying down to standing up or vice verse, or from bending over. This is why I have pioneered the sophisticated technique know as the pneumothorax squat. It is just as cool and hot as you’re imagining.

This post was supposed to be about how to support a loved one with a pneumothorax what the heck am I even talking about now.

Most of what he’s going to need will seem boring or insignificant. Companionship. Food. Medication. Toiletries. COMPANIONSHIP. podcast recommendations. But it absolutely is not insignificant. Abruptly losing mobility, independence, and bodily autonomy as a young person is really fucked up and I cannot fathom doing it without my family and my partner, even if most days that consisted of talking to me and bringing me smoothies and underwear.

Wishing a quick recovery to your boyfriend! Good luck with everything!!

[cherrynflowergarden]

🪽angel in disguise; send this plus a person plus an au for a blurb/fic.

how about single dad chris x preschool teacher reader? btw love your work!

જ⁀➴ flustered || chris sturniolo

an; thank you so much for requesting angel!!! i cannot think of a title lately and it's showing 😭

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chris adjusted the strap of his daughter’s backpack for the fifth time, his heart racing as they walked toward the preschool doors. he could handle anything— complex skateboard tricks, late-night gaming marathons, driving in intense traffic, even the chaos of single fatherhood; but the thought of seeing her again made him feel like a clumsy teenager.

“ready, pumpkin?” he asked his daughter, who nodded enthusiastically. she loved preschool, but chris had a sneaking suspicion that his own excitement stemmed more from the fact that she would be there.

as they entered the classroom, there she was—ms. y/n the preschool teacher, radiantly greeting the students and their parents. her smile could light up the whole room, he thought, and her kind, patient demeanor had every child (and a particular parent) enamored.

“good morning, chris,” she greeted warmly, crouching down to greet his daughter with a gentle hug. “and good morning to you too, sweetheart.”

chris felt his throat go dry. “m-morning,” he managed, scratching the back of his neck.

as she stood, her eyes meeting his, and chris felt like a deer caught in headlights. he was usually cool, but around her, he turned into a stammering mess.

“how was your weekend?” she asked, her voice soft and genuinely curious.

“super fun miss! daddy and i went to skateboard and he did so many cool tricks, didn’t you daddy?” his daughter rambled. “uh yeah sweetheart” he said, feeling his ears heat up. ‘why did she mention skateboards? he wasn’t that good at it anyway. and what if his daughter’s very pretty miss asks something about it? omg omg omg-‘

she giggled, a sweet melodic sound that made his heart skip a beat and mind completely shut. “sounds fun. i’ve never tried skateboarding.”

chris’s mind raced. offer to teach her, his inner voice urged, but all he could manage was a nod and a shy smile. “yeah, it’s… it’s fun.”

their conversation was cut short as more parents and children arrived, and chris knew it was time to go. “well, uh, have a good day,” he said, waving awkwardly before turning to leave.

as he turned to walk away, he heard her call out, “you too!” he couldn’t help but grin, his mind already spinning with thoughts of their next encounter. maybe next time, he’d work up the courage to ask her out.

for now, though, he’d silently cheer in the fact that she knew his name and she smiled when she said it.

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[tailoredshirt]

I just saw your c*ckwarming post and I got to tell you that that fic you wrote about Tarlos c*ckwarming?? About the money issues/extra shifts one?? Lives in my head rent free!! There are days when it pops into my head and I go 😍😍 over it!! Any hc on when they first trued it? Did they manage it the first time sucessfully? Or any random hc s just on this topic?

Thank you for this message 😭 The fic is Inseparable, like gravity.

I have two other fics started for this but none for their first time, although I do have some vague ideas about it!

(Btw idk how to tag nsfw text in posts without making tumblr hide the post from everyone? I’ll tag it ‘tarlos warming’ if anyone wants to filter. Pls lmk if there’s a better way to tag text posts.)

My headcanon is that TK has always wanted guys to stay inside of him after sex, but his partners were either too casual for that, or just pulled out and fell asleep, or declined if he asked. As in, he told a boyfriend ‘you can stay inside after’ but maybe the guy wasn’t a cuddler or was too sensitive, or he thought TK just wanted to go again after a few minutes but the guy was too tired.

And then TK started wanting to just have his boyfriend inside of him (or to hold him in his mouth) while they were doing random things, like cuddling or watching tv. But the only guy he asked about it thought he just wanted to fuck, or maybe didn’t understand why TK would want that. Why was TK asking to just have him inside but expecting him to hold still and not orgasm?? What were they waiting for?? laskdj

So I think the times he brought it up with guys didn’t go well, although not necessarily because every guy he dated was an asshole (although I certainly think some didn’t care about him much).

But obviously Carlos is different. Carlos is observant and wants TK to feel good, during sex and before/after, so he pays attention to subtle cues and listens to what TK says. (I think TK would do the same with Carlos but might be more likely to file the information away for later.)

So when TK says ‘you can stay in if you want’ (casually, like he doesn’t mind either way), Carlos understands that TK is expressing a desire for intimacy and he does it, and loves it too.

And when TK eventually asks if they want to just cuddle this way, maybe Carlos teases him at first, like, “oh, so you don’t want an orgasm? that’s new,” or maybe he’s initially confused about what TK wants, but he doesn’t let TK shrug it off. He’s probably like, “god, you’re gonna be the death of me”, with TK expecting him to have iron will, but he loves to give TK something sweet and simple like that, and yes he grows to love it too.

I think TK doesn’t express his cockwarming desires at first when they start dating because the intimacy scares him. I do think TK knew deep down that Carlos is The One, although I think for a long time that feeling manifested as “it is going to shatter me into a thousand pieces when he eventually realizes how damaged I am, and I’ll never get over him.”

So doing something so intimate with someone he knows he’ll never recover from? Scary af. And the first time they do it, it’s so good, and he feels so safe and loved and connected, that he knows he was right. He’ll never recover if Carlos leaves. (God, this is giving me so many breakup era feels. ANYWAY.)

But they’re married now and they do it all the time!!! Maybe not as often now that they’ve got a kid, but they take advantage of the times they do get. 😊

[tkdb-hell]

#23 and #4 - Subaru x reader!

(i love your work btw keep it up :D)

#23 - A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.

Kisses Prompt List • Kisses Masterlist

(I do my best to write the reader as gender neutral unless otherwise specified - if you send me an ask and prefer masc or fem, please let me know)

♡ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ♡

thank youuu <3

The soft patter of rain against the windows filled the quiet Hotarubi dorm, a sound that felt strangely intimate. Subaru sat across from you, the faint scent of matcha hanging in the air, blending perfectly with the warmth of the space.

You were talking about something—your latest case, maybe, or some odd anomaly you’d encountered—but Subaru could barely keep track. His attention was torn between the delicate sway of your voice and the way you licked the faintest trace of green matcha foam from your bottom lip.

He quickly looked down at his own cup, hoping you didn’t notice the flush spreading across his face. It’s just matcha. Just… matcha. But it wasn’t just matcha, and it wasn’t just you.

Subaru had always liked matcha: its earthy bitterness, the way it clung to his tongue before giving way to subtle sweetness. And you… You were something else entirely. The way you laughed, the way you always remembered to bring him a cup of tea when he looked like he’d overworked himself—it was almost enough to make him forget the weight he carried every day.

And now the two were tangled together, impossible to separate.

“Subaru?” Your voice pulled him back to the present.

He blinked, realizing you were leaning closer, concern etched across your face. “Are you okay? You’ve been staring at your tea for a while now.”

“O-Oh, sorry,” he mumbled, sitting up straighter. “Just… lost in thought.”

You smiled, the soft curve of your lips catching the light, and took another sip of your matcha latte. The faint green foam lingered on your lips again, teasing him in ways he wasn’t prepared for.

“Subaru, you’ve got to try this,” you said, holding your cup out to him. “It’s so good.”

He hesitated, being careful not to let his hand brush yours as he took the cup, lest his stigma take over the situation. The warmth of your smile lingered, making his heart stutter. He took a sip, the taste washing over him like a wave of nostalgia. “You’re right,” he murmured. “It’s… perfect.”

When he handed the cup back, your fingers brushed his.

“Subaru?”

Your voice was softer now, uncertain but inviting. He met your gaze, violet locking onto yours, and the noise of the rain faded into nothing. He didn’t know who moved first—maybe you, maybe him—but the next thing he knew, your lips were on his.

The taste of matcha hit him first, bittersweet and familiar, but then there was you. The warmth of your lips, the faint hum of surprise in your throat, the way your hand brushed his cheek—it all combined into something that stole the air from his lungs.

When you finally pulled away, Subaru’s breath came in short, uneven bursts. His face burned, and he couldn’t meet your eyes, but the faint taste of you lingered on his tongue. It wasn’t just the matcha—it was the way you somehow made something he already loved into something infinitely better.

“You… taste like matcha,” he said, his voice embarrassingly unsteady.

You blinked, then laughed softly, your cheeks tinted pink. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”

He swallowed hard, trying to steady himself. “I don’t.” He looked at you then, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. “Not at all.”

The rain continued to fall, but Subaru didn’t hear it. All he could think about was the taste of matcha and you—two things he was beginning to realize he could never get enough of.

[ddollfface]

lm a bit nervous asking this but it’s okay ^u^

I was wondering how your ocs would react to their darlings hurting themselves sorry if this is too weird for you!! I absolutely love your writing btw!!

𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲

LoveSick!Characters reaction to reader doing self-harm

Warnings; obviously self-harm, possessive behavior, crappy writing, me rambling, yandere characters, little suggestive on LoveSick!Friends part whoops! I wrote reader with a fem!person in mind sorry ╥﹏╥ You’re totally fine! I don’t mind these asks whatsoever, thank you for requesting, love! Just a small thing though, and this isn't necessarily directed toward you, but if you're ever, ever having thoughts of self-harm, there's no shame in seeking help! Take it from a gal who went through it herself! You are loved! Always remember that, babes ��

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𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲

He’s not mad, just disappointed, which is arguably worse. LoveSick!Athlete could never ever be mad at you. You’re the love of his life! The center of his universe, and all he ever thinks about, so how could he be mad at you? It’s just that… He hates, loathes even, the fact that you didn’t trust him enough to come to him! He’s your boyfriend, your future husband (not that you know that, yet), for God’s sake! 

Anyways… It’s likely you didn’t tell him, and he found out by accident, seeing new and old scars when your hoodie lifts up, or when you guys go to the beach (something along those lines). The first thing he does is pull you into a hug, pressing your face against his chest, just so you don’t see the intense gleam in his eyes. There are so many things that are spiraling in his mind, so many thoughts, and so many feelings that he can’t exactly pin them down. 

He doesn’t know what to do with himself, and he doesn’t exactly know what he’s feeling, but he knows he doesn’t like it. The idea of you ever, ever, harming yourself never came to mind. He never even thought that’s something you’d ever end up doing! He thought that everything was fine and dandy, that you were enjoying the relationship, that you loved him, but apparently not. 

LoveSick!Athlete scolds himself for not seeing the signs, for seeing how you seemed to take longer in the restroom, or how you covered more, even when it was oh-so warm outside. How did he not see the signs? How could he fail you? 

After a moment or two, he pulls you away from his chest, staring at you with an uncanny look, as if he’s trying to pry into your very being. He needs to know why! Why are you doing this to yourself? Is it because of him? Don’t say it’s because of him (it is), or else he think he might start spiraling. Of course, you make up some half-assed excuse, attempting not to place any blame on him, and so, the next thought in his mind is that it’s someone else. After that thought flickers in his mind, let’s just say that you’re not going to be going out with your friends for long while. 

He’s convinced that he cannot leave you alone, that he needs to be there for you at all times. He cannot let these outside influences spoil your beautiful mind! He has to protect you, and he will. Don’t worry, baby. He understands that you’re going through a hard time, but he’s here now! And he’ll take care of you, just let him do everything.

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁

Okay, now he’s mad, very mad, extremely mad even. LoveSick!Artist is very emotionally constipated, very quick to anger, and violent with his tendencies. He hates what you’re doing to yourself, and it makes him mad at himself, you, and just the world! What did he do wrong? Why are you harming your beautiful body? 

You’re his muse, his inspiration, and he hates that it’s being tainted by your own hands! Immediately, his mind goes to who else has caused this because there’s no way that you, the sweet angel he’s made you up to be, could ever do this to themselves. Someone, some evil, nasty person, has pushed you to this, and he’s going to find them and make them wish they were never born. He’s already conjured many different scenarios in his mind, but not a single world slips from his mouth, which just makes the situation all the worse for you. It’s awkward. On the inside, he’s scathing, thinking of so many things to say, to do, but on the outside, he’s just staring at you with fiery eyes. 

You can tell he wants to say something, but he doesn’t, and that makes you nervous. Like LoveSick!Athlete, LoveSick!Artist likely found out by accident or something of the sort, probably when he was painting you. At the time, he didn’t find it odd that you were more hesitant, refusing even, to strip off your clothing, to change into the skimpy dress he wanted you to wear, scraping it up to be you just nervous. He found that cute, and let you be, what he thought, was your flustered self. What he didn’t realize is that you were hiding something from him of all people, which just made the reveal all the worse. 

Even though he’s unreasonably pissed, he’ll try to calm himself down for your sake, knowing that it freaks you out whenever he gets amped up. This means that he’ll grab your arm or push you onto some surface to take a look at your leg, this all depends on where you’ve marked up, and he’ll huff as he looks over the old and new scars. His eyes are fiery, flammed with an intense heat that makes you nervous, too scared to do anything. LoveSick!Artist will wait until his mind is, somewhat, cleared, standing up to grab your cheeks, pulling you into a oddly, and uncharacteristically, soft kiss, and wrapping his arms around you.

You can feel him shake as he hides his face against your neck. You’re so stupid, he’ll mutter, suddenly you feel your skin get slightly wet, God, don’t pull this shit again. Next time just… just be fucking normal and talk to me, you dumbass. You guys will stand there for a moment before he storms off, slamming the front door, not knowing what to do with himself.

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗕𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗼

Okay… She’s a little insensitive when it comes to this topic. Actually, it’s more like a culture shock, in a weird way? I’m not too sure on how to describe it, but it’s in the sense that it’s impossible for her to think that you would hate yourself. To her, you’re absolutely stunning! You’re her hot girlfriend; how could you ever think of yourself like that? It’s something she doesn’t understand, and so she kinda goes into shock when hearing about it. 

She’s very quick to comfort, tackling you into a big hug, tucking her face into your chest as she cries, and cries, and cries, and cries. She cannot believe this is happening! Why would you ever do this?

A situation where you should be the one comforted has turned into you holding her, trying to explain yourself as she straddles your waist, staring down at you with puffy eyes. Her lips are puckered as she cups your cheeks. With the tilt of her head, LoveSick!Bimbo will begin to list off every. single. thing. she loves about you. 

Her hands will start on your cheeks, blubbering out how she loves how full they are because it fills out your face, and then she’ll graze your eyelid, bringing her thumb up to your brow. Oh, how she wishes she had your brows! They’re so, so natural! But she has to get hers done, and God, your eyes. They’re super duper pretty! They’re one of her favorite things about you, can’t you see that? Why would you ever hate such a pretty face, when it’s all so cohesive, all so matching? She’ll go on and on, touching every part of your body as she names something positive, not caring as you try to push her off. LoveSick!Bimbo will hold you down, even using her fluffy, pink handcuffs if she has to! She has to prove to you that you’re an absolute beaut!

Once she’s done with that, she’ll bring you into a big hug, lying next to you as you, somehow, managed to end in her bed. LoveSick!Bimbo will force your face into her chest as she pats your head, urging you to go to bed, baby! I think you’re suppperrr sleep-deprived from finals, and that’s why you’re thinking so silly! Curling up to you, she’ll sniffle a little, huffing under her breath that she can’t believe you’d ever do such things… Maybe we can get our nails done! Manicures always make me feel better!

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱

Baby, she already knew what you were doing the moment you put a blade to your skin. LoveSick!Friend has adopted the knack for reading you like a book as she’s been around for quite a while and has watched you like a hawk. You think she doesn’t know when you’re falling into fits of depression? Please, baby girl, she clocked it when you started avoiding your guys’s girl's nights. 

Immediately, she took to action, subtly trying to pinpoint exactly why you were doing this to yourself and finding a solution to said problem. Of course, it wasn’t easy as she didn’t want to make her intentions known as she was a little worried that you’d recede into yourself if you knew. She wanted to find out organically, get you talking to her, and then comfort you. 

After all, she is your best friend, and you are hers, so why would you not spill your heart out to her? She’s always been there for you, comforting you whenever your shitty ex dumped you, or when you had a fight with your parents, or even when your other friends conveniently stopped calling (which may or may not have been her doing, but I digress).

Really, because she understands you, and is quite the manipulator, she got you spilling to her in days. All it took was soft touches and sappy eyes, and you folded, not that she didn’t want you to. She wants to be the gal you come to. She wants you to come talk to her instead of tearing through your skin. Baby, you don’t need a therapist when you have her! She’ll hold you through the night, rocking you to sleep as she whispers comfort into your ear. She’s the perfect one for you, don’t you understand?

And don’t question it when her lips travel from your temple to your scarred wrist, and then your scarred thighs. Maybe she can make you feel better? Babydoll, she’ll make you understand how beautiful you are, just you wait. Just lay back, relax, and listen to her. This is what friends are for, right?

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗞𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

And… What’s that going to do, love? Now, he’s just confused, a little annoyed, but mostly confused. Why would you, the Empire’s Beaut, ever harm yourself? I’m not too sure if this is accurate, but I don’t think self-harm was too common back in the day. From what I know, the only recorded self-harm was self-whippings as a form of penance in the Church, or condoned by the Church at least (someone correct me if I’m wrong, but this is what I’ve found from surface-level googling lol). 

Based on this, the idea of you taking a blade to your skin is insane to LoveSick!Knight. He didn’t understand why you’d ever do such things as you live in the finest conditions he can provide! You’re served the finest meals in the nation and are treated with the uttermost care. To him, those are the only things one could ever ask for, so this is one bitch of a situation you’ve put him in. It’s frankly annoying to him, but he loves you so he’ll sit you down and speak with you.

Scooping you up in his arms, he places you on his lap as he combs your hair back, looking at you with an unamused expression as he gently holds your arm/thigh (whatever you choose to harm). With the click of his tongue, he’ll pinch your cheek and scold you, asking you if you understand what you’ve just done, darling? You’ve gone and scarred your beautiful skin. So now, what shall we do, hmm? Want me to go and patch you up, yes?

Of course, you’ll just nod your head with teary eyes, having no idea how to respond to his softened demeanor. Honestly, you were expecting far harsher treatment, seeing as LoveSick!Knight has done far worse to you before, so this was much preferred for you.   The two of you will sit in silence as he bandages you up, and surprisingly, he’ll mark each scar with a kiss, looking up at you with loyalty. In sickness and in health, he swore to you that he’d always be by your side, even when you’re making silly decisions like this. In the past, he may have harmed you in such ways, but he refuses to see you do such to yourself. Even with his hardened exterior and violent tendencies, you are still his wife, and he your husband, so he’s stuck with you until he dies, whether you like it or not.

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁

Oh… Yeah, you thought he was scared of you before? Now, he’s avoiding you like the plague, absolutely terrified that he’s the one that caused you to harm yourself. LoveSick!Poet barely talks to you, and when he does, it comes out in stutters and flushed cheeks. He’s not the best when it comes to talking to girls, so he gets nervous, but you’ve always been so kind to him. However, the moment you open up to him about your self-harming, whether is present or past, he kind of freezes, not knowing what to do. Does he comfort you? Well, duh! But how do you comfort a girl? Does he hug you? No! You guys aren’t that close yet… A handshake? No, that’s awkward…

God! He doesn’t know what to do! And because of that, he disappears for a while, and you fall into your own pit of self-loathing, wondering if you overshared. I mean, he is just your neighbor, a weird one, but one that you see every morning, and one who leaves you little notes. You know that LoveSick!Poet is a sweet guy, and now you’re scared you ruined all that because you’ve told him something personal…

But all that ends when you find a little gift basket at your front door. Inside, there’s a letter, one that looks made out of very fine, very expensive-looking paper, and was written in fancy handwriting. You never knew his handwriting was so pretty. It was in purple ink, and there was a photo of the two of you, albeit a little awkward, attached to it. You forgot the exact occasion, but you think it was a neighborhood potluck? You’re not sure…

In the letter, LoveSick!Poet wrote a beautiful poem (obviously) about you, aimed toward your appearance, but also your personality. It had tiny details that you didn’t even notice of yourself! You were a little confused about how he even knew that, but you brushed it off as you felt your heart thump a little faster. It was very sweet, very genuine. And it was accompanied by a small bouquet of flowers, cheap(ish) perfume, and some chocolates. 

Although you would’ve really liked it if he’d said all these things to your face, as it would’ve saved you a week or two of anxious suffering, it was still sweet to know that he cared, even if it was in his own, weird way. Catching a small note on the bottom, you couldn’t help but feel warm, giggling at the note that wrote to please look at the bottom of the basket. I got you something I think you’d love ♡

And at the bottom, folded neatly was a portrait of you, smiling softly as you seemed to be looking somewhere else. There were pretty, lilacs framing the photo, and you looked otherworldly, if you don’t say so yourself. You have to admit, it was definitely an ego boost, knowing that this is how LoveSick!Poet saw you. But who knew he could draw?

[vortexbloom]

OMG U WRITE FOR MAVUIKA!??!?!? WHATTTTT??????

Bro I dont think I have seen a yandere fic of her which is down right torture since NATLAN LITTERLY CAME OUT MONTHS AGO???

Either way, would it be ok for me to place a request for her?

If yes, could I please ask for some yan! Mavuika hc with a darling who is on hunger strike?(bacically refuses to eat unless freed)

Also, how r u? How r u feeling? Let me tell you girl(sorry for the long ask/request/idk😭), you and anybody who is willing to write for yandere Mavuika, deserves nothing but painless periods with 0% cramps.

AHHHHH 😍😍😍 Thank you for the sweet words (same goes to you 🎀), I‘m doing good btw. I hope you’re doing good too <333.

And you’re so right, like why doesn’t anyone write any Mavuika stuff?!!! 😭

Like yesterday I searched for some Mavuika stories, but the search only showed me Masterlists for some reason 💀

So I decided to take matters into my own hands and feed myself and all the Pookies that also need Mavuika Stories/Headcanons etc. 😤✨

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕧𝕦𝕚𝕜𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕠𝕟 ℍ𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕜𝕖 (ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤)

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 - 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕀𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕥

𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥

Pairing: Yandere Mavuika x Reader

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Warnings: Obsessiveness, Force Feeding, Threatening, (intended) Self - Harm, Manipulation

English isn’t my first/native language, so there might be misspellings.

Also, I do Not own any Characters like Mavuika.

Anyway, have fun reading this :) (Especially the sweet anon that requested this 🫶🏻)

Obsession Fueled by Control

Mavuika sees your hunger strike as a challenge to her authority and love. It frustrates her deeply but also heightens her obsession. In her mind, your refusal to eat only cements her need to "save" you from yourself.

Manipulative Tactics

She plays the role of the caring lover, bringing you your favorite meals and pretending to be heartbroken over your stubbornness. She’ll whisper soft reassurances: "I only want what’s best for you, my darling. Why won’t you trust me?"

Breaking Your Resolve

Mavuika might employ psychological tactics to break your hunger strike. She would eat in front of you, savoring every bite while commenting on how delicious it is, knowing the scent and sight might tempt you.

Force Feeding

If desperation takes hold, she might resort to physically forcing you to eat. Holding you close, she might sweetly yet menacingly whisper: "I can’t let you hurt yourself, love. If you won’t eat willingly, I’ll make sure you do."

Threatening Self - Harm

When all else fails, Mavuika might turn to dramatic acts of self-harm to guilt you into compliance. "If you won’t take care of yourself, I’ll make sure we both waste away together!"

Have a good day/night/evening/morning/afternoon ☼꥟☽

[player1064]

hello, stealing these questions to ask every writer whose work i f with:

Ship that you have as an OTP: 🌹

Ship that makes you sad: 💔

Ship that needs more love: 💖

Although ik any ship gary neville-related fits into all three lol

DKJSGHFJDSFGDFS im gonna be real. it's beville for ALL of them.

I love carraville don't get me wrong but if we're talking OTPs then beville to me is like. actually literally real. and it is TRAGIC so it's the ship that makes me sad too. AND I feel like it gets looked over for carraville a lot so it needs more love too........

But also in terms of ships that need more love I love seeing really random pairings for gary like. give me more gary/ruud and gary/ole. tbh.

U know what here's some food for the carra girlies too... I think michael owen is a genuinely tragic figure (he's so boring in real life but in fanfiction there's so much POTENTIAL) and I LOVE the idea of him being in unrequited love with carra. I ALSO love carra being in unrequited love with stevie (or just not realising that he Has feelings for him)... in general carra/stevie is underutilised though I've read some reeeaally good fics of them. but I want MORE!!!

[ratatatastic]

https://youtu.be/RbgDHyeQNdE?si=WXnghZZuAyvgumVL

Keith saying him and Matthews fiancé do the cooking for him and he just sits there and heckles them. So on brand.

"And how about your barbecuing skills? It looked like you knew what you were doing behind that grill!" "Well, Matthew is pretty useless so! Unlike Brady—Brady can, you know, does things on his own but Matthew likes when I'm down there so I do cook and his fiancée, Ellie, does a great job so. He just sits back and critiques us but forgets that we're the ones doing all the work for him. Which—hey! It was playoffs! I'll do anything for my children."

NHL Tonight: First Shift | 10.16.24 (x)

unfortunately tracks for him and im still crying into my hands its always the one who cant cook for shit thats the mouthiest about it

and considering this clip from faceoff it really does track

[buwheal]

Man although I can't send this and have Spamton see the image (cuz it would be text instead) I'll send it to you and you can give me your opinion about it.

What do you think...

...about...

...snowy Spamton?

IT SNOWED YESTERDAY YESS!!!

(this was on a car btw, which made it even better)

[puppppppppy]

The garment, worn by those in good standing with Hyrule royalty, has been reworked with the latest improvements, such as a new shoulder guard.

[vynnyal]

Turns out Sunlit Trail isn't quite done just yet, so after all that they just send you to a dead end 😂

[adm-starblitzsteel-4305]

“Godzilla usually cuddles her every time, inhaling her lovely scent.”

He’s so real for that

"You've got to be kidding me, aren't you Goji?" The Queen asked, her voice muffled by her fluffy fur.

Of course, why would it be? Thought Godzilla, his face squashed on her delicate fur, the loveliest scent of rare flowers are addicted, for a King to his Queen.

Both were tired dealing with almost a month of checking the humans and Titans. So much that the King of the Monsters yearned her scent. When the two finally met each other, they settled down on a huge cozy cave.

That didn't wipe his goofy smile upon landing his golden orange eyes at Mothra's lovely sapphire blue ones.

Something that he really, really meant to cuddle her for a long time.

The King bring his tongue out to lick her fur, nipping it tenderly. She squirmed a bit, almost feared if he squished the moth too much, but he was a gentle King.

"Feeling better?" Godzilla asked, earning a nod to Mothra.

Adjusting one more time of their position, the moth finally fall asleep.

He took one last inhale of her scent, feeling his mind become lightheaded, dreaming of their never ending love and loyatly to one another...

"Good night, My Queen."

[erinwantstowrite]

Are you okay with people making edits with your art?

yeah sure! as long as it's credited properly I don't mind edits. but if someone reposts my art, especially without permission, that's what i'm not okay with. i stopped making art for fairy tail because people kept stealing it 💔 but edits are fun and they go back to the og source!! i'm completely ok with y'all devestating me or making me giggle

[martyrbat]

dc holiday special (2017)

*puts on my scholar glasses* is the cookie tiny or are his hands gigantic?

[lonely-north-star]

Hi, Lupe! Sorry to bother you, but I saw you weren't feeling well, so I wanted to send something your way. I hope this little fic brings you some comfort and I hope you get some much needed rest soon! 🫶

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Solomon was in the kitchen when he heard the front door open and close. He’d been waiting for you to return from your duties, so to keep himself occupied, he decided to sneakily prepare something special for dinner in the meantime. He half-expected you to come in and scold him for being in the kitchen; he was making quite a bit of racket with his stew gurgling loudly and him rummaging through the utensil drawer. Though when you never barge into the kitchen, he knows something’s off. 

With that thought gnawing worry in his mind, he instantly turns on his heel and heads into the hallway quickly in search of you. Luckily, you’re in the first place he pokes his head into — the common room. 

You’re sprawled out on the couch as if you were boneless. An arm is thrown up over your forehead, your eyes shut tight beneath it, indicating restlessness, while shallow breaths fill the otherwise quiet area. He watches for another moment just studying how worn-out you look, validating his worry. 

“Are you alright?” he asks gently.  

You let out a sigh while moving your arm to peek out from under it, seeing him approach you with caution. “Long day. Everything aches.” 

Solomon’s expression shifts, his eyebrows furrowing as he kneels beside the couch. “Would you like to define ‘everything?’” 

There’s a beat of silence as you wrestle with being honest with him or sparing him the details so he doesn’t fuss over you. Though, the moment you meet his eyes which are just begging to be let in, you relent. “I was on my feet a lot today, so pretty much everything from the waist down hurts,” you sigh again before continuing, “my knees, my ankles, my feet, even my back are all in pain.” 

He hums in thought. “I see…” He reaches out to thread your fingers together, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand in a soothing motion. “Let me take care of that for you.” 

Before you can protest, not that you think you would right now anyway, he begins chanting under his breath, speaking a spell into existence. The sound of the low, familiar timbre of his voice does wonders for your exhausted mind while a golden tendril of magic curls from your clasped hands snaking up along your arm to follow the shape of your body to slowly move downwards towards the areas you had mentioned before. Once the magic gathers in bunches around your waist, knees, ankles, and feet it constricts into tighter weaves before giving way to a bright rainbow glow, the color you know to be his magic. The spell then fades, dissolving into your clothes and skin until the pain begins to subside.

Solomon brings your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it while eyeing you for any discomfort. “How do you feel now?” 

“Better.” You release the deep breath you’d been holding in to help brace from the aching, and the frown you’d been sporting melts into a grateful smile. “Thank you, Solomon.”

He smiles too, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders now that you’re no longer in any distress. “You don’t have to thank me. I’d do this time and time again if it meant you peace of mind…and body.” he adds with a chuckle. You chuckle as well, giving his hand a light squeeze in acknowledgement to his sweet words. 

Now that your mind isn’t clouded with discomfort and fatigue, the smell that assaults your nose makes you grimace involuntarily. Then your eyes widen in realization. 

“Wait- you weren’t in the kitchen, were you?” There’s a notable wariness in your voice as you ask. 

“Perhaps,” he says with a twinkle of warmth in his eyes. “I decided I’d surprise you with dinner this evening so you wouldn’t have to worry about it.”

Your eye twitches. “Solomon…” 

He quickly adds, hearing the rising tone of your voice. “I think it speaks to our connectivity that I knew you’d be too tired to want to cook tonight.” 

“Solomon…” The urgency grows in both of you.

“I love you?” Solomon smiles sheepishly, hoping that’s enough to mitigate your growing frustration at him. 

Luckily, it works, and you let out a soft humored breath. “I love you too. But what exactly-“

A loud explosion cuts you off that shakes the whole dormitory, startling both of you. Solomon glances between the threshold of the common room and your face as he realizes his mistake. He swallows thickly. “Oops… I must’ve forgotten to turn the stove off when I left…”

You don’t even want to entertain what mess awaits you in the kitchen, so you level your thoughts into something positive. “At least I won’t have to stomach his cooking.”

“We can order takeout.” your voice is filled with a forced calmness that isn’t lost on Solomon. 

“Takeout. Yes.” he quickly nods in agreement before fishing for his phone in his pocket. 

SNIFFLES ??? SNIFFLIES ??!!!! JO???? eueueueu holding you AND this fic so gently 😭😭😭😭 reading it omw to work rn, I loved it so much 🥹🥹🥹 thank you 🫶

aughhhh I love silly sorcerer man he's such a sweetheart i need to squish him. not him trying to cook...

that part at the end where he's like "i love you?" As a last resort is so funny and so real, but also me too akdjwjw

[puffpastrycrimewatch]

PUFF- I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING LATE TO SAY "HAPPY B-DAY"- I DID NOT CHECK TUMBLR AT THE TIME OF IT😭😭

AND I AM SO SORRY- but HAPPY (late LATE) BIRTHDAY!! I hope you have a great time during this whole year!!

I will make a fanart for you as an apology for being late ytceykvwdjygwyiukwgcuogcioheid

It might long tho🥲-

ITS OKAY-

It's okay- I don't take it to heart or nothin, never have!thank you for wishing me a happy birthday!!!!! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)🫶🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Awe I hope you have a good year too!!!!!

And you don't have to give me fanart as an apology!!! I really don't mind (⁠^⁠^⁠) !!!!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤