#that's too many worm blogs

[cpericardium]

I gotta get out of here

[damp-pit-of-worms]

you should put my girlfriend @daisy-has-too-many-wives in the worm pit cause she likes worms <3

@janeway-lover's girlfriend @daisy-has-too-many-wives from real life is sentenced to The Damp Pit of Worms for as long as she'd like on account of liking worms.

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

I’m glad I’ve been listening to Queen more again and remembering why I got into them in the first place, because the terrible discourse online can obscure the band sometimes, but then you listen to them again and remember, “Oh yeah, I’m here for them and their music, not shitty people online” lol

[antirepurp]

"egads am i making this stand design needlessly sexualized because it belongs to a female character" i gasp to myself while staring at a stand design that exposes its crotch in a series where the men wear crop tops and sometimes have their ass cheeks out in the most flirtatious poses known to man

[the-kipsabian]

okay for todays agendas we

1. post missed fics to ao3 (theres like four of them)

2. new wrestler as text posts set cause i crave for shitposting

3. make actual dinner hell yeah

and 4. i guess im attempting to write some more? i have multiples agendas to run and stuff to finish lol

..actually i have one two parter i should also finish hmmm tho i should probably focus on finishing hanahaki first. idk what do people wanna read?

(maybe agenda 4.5. maybe i should finally organize and name my wips and post a list lol)

//oh right its monday, i gotta leave out space for the potential bte giffing agenda i almost forgor wow im so eepy

[vanishintoyou]

okay i changed urls again!!!! pls like if u see

holddthegirl -> kimmkitsuragi

films & shows & etc sideblog: @loidsxf

about: x

[lilybug-02]

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝟏𝟎,𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬!!! 🎉 💐

I've been using this blog since I started college, and now, I'm less than 3 weeks from finishing my Environmental Geoscience degree (with a Minor in Soil Science)! ☺︎ I cannot tell y'all how much I've learned these past few years. About myself and about what I want to do in the world. About how much I've grown, not just as an artist, but as a storyteller.

I like to think this is much more than just an art blog, because if you've followed me long enough, you know I love to go on long tangents about the most random things and post about my many other interests. And I love doing it! I love being myself on this blog and I love the freedom of it all.

And the people on Tumblr! Ha. Never did I think I would be online friends or acquaintances with so many talented artists and creatives. I'm not always able to spur the same energy I could in the past, struggling with depression does that and becoming an adult is it's own can of worms, but you guys make me feel like a hundred bucks despite it all. And I cannot thank you enough.

Art has always been a way for me to express myself. Whether i'm feeling like a soggy sad puddle or feeling I'm at the top of the world. And being able to so freely draw whatever I want without judgment is something so very very special. It's a passion that I am very lucky to have kept with me in life. I wouldn't be the same person without it.

To all those who've followed me for the Chara Timeline, my heart goes out to you all in gratefulness. I know having a comic on such a long hiatus may be disappointing, but it's given me so much time to live my life and I appreciate every comment i've ever gotten on it.

And for the crazy amount of people just joining in from my Hollow Knight Comic, GOLLY. There's so many of you!! And all of you are so sweet and supportive too! It's so amazing.

And to those who are just here for my blog and art and silly antics. Thank you. From the bottom of my heart ❤️

[inkivaari]

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚡 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚏! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

a/n: this won the poll, so i'm writing it first hehe. im becoming a conquest blog accidentally... y'all, if you like my stuff and have other characters in mind, my request box is open. got a list in my pinned intro post of fandoms i'm involved in, peruse at thy leisure. disclaimers: somnophilia, conquest is his own warning atp, dubcon warning, sexual content, double penetration, cockwarming, breeding mentioned, f! reader, wet dreamzzzzzzzzzzz, we're assuming conquest gets away + doesn't get beat into slushie in s3 e8, and that mark is a crazy deep sleeper lol

you lie beside your precious puppy of a boyfriend when he comes over to hang out: he's been busy, recovering from that big fight. it's funny that 'that big fight' could refer to so many over the last few weeks. still, he's been needing some tlc from his favourite girl, and you give him just that. sweet, slow lovemaking to celebrate him finally being able to take those casts off! yay! but... well, unfortunately for him, your mind is elsewhere.

this is something you're ashamed of. after all, you love mark. love him more than any man on earth. ever since that giant came down to earth, beat your baby boy senseless, and flew off again... you'd watched the recordings over and over. at first, horrified. the second time, shocked. the third... the fourth... the fifth... the size of this man... the strength... how he teased before delivering a potent blow... he was so big and mean and nasty, all things mark wasn't. so why did watching him beat down your boyfriend make you so unbearably horny?

the dreams came soon afterwards. you'd dream of being manhandled by that brute you didn't know, of having your soft small body manipulated and used in ways you could only wish mark would. he was just so big, his body enveloping yours like the warmest weighted blanket, the wiry tufts of white hair rubbing against your sensitive body as he prone boned you... pulling your leg up effortlessly to fuck you from the side... bearing down on top of you so you couldn't move an inch, his big nasty dick making you feel soooooooo good...

...sure, it didn't help that this was all happening in real life while you slept. every night, those vivid dreams would come, as would conquest himself, through your window you'd carelessly left unlocked. he'd come in and help himself to your yummy little body. he'd been doing his surveillance, see. he knew that you were that halfbreed brat's mate. no wonder he'd gotten no work done towards his mission, he was too busy chasing this little kitten's tail.

once he's recovered, once he kills the boy and takes Earth for Viltrum himself, he'll keep you alive and at his side. his beautiful little creature, the finest specimen humanity had to offer, the perfect concubine for his young. who cares if thraxans were all the rage nowadays for producing spawn? he wanted you. and he takes what he wants. it's what he was born to do.

but his nightly visit to his sleeping angel is thwarted when he finds mark in bed with you. he practically tastes bile at the sight of him, taking up his space in your bed, spooning you with that idiotic smile on his face even as he snored beside you... he could kill him here and now, but conquest was no coward. the day would come where he would brutalise that worm in a fight, and force his sweetheart to watch.

his plans would not be ruined by this. he could see his kitten's soft furrowed brow, how she hummed and mumbled in her dreamless sleep... don't worry, little one, soon you'll be playing in dreamland like every night, with big, mean conquest keeping that sweet little body nice and full...

his cock throbbed hungrily beneath his loincloth as he considered the logistics of this. you were a heavy sleeper, usually he could do all kinds of things to you and you'd be none the wiser. but the worm was an obstacle he'd have to overcome. you were going to have to stay on your side, and he was going to have to do this slow.

he eased onto the bed so that he was lying facing you on the edge of the bed, that creaked under his weight but thankfully did only that. he watched you as he always did. those little lips. that gorgeous nose. sometimes, he'd be lucky and catch you drooling while you slept, and he'd lick it from the corner of your mouth like honey from the comb.

you were nude tonight, which made things easier. he loved to unwrap you from your cutesy pyjamas when you slept alone, like you were a little present... he'd dress you back up like you were a doll after cleaning the drool and cum from between your thighs, you being nonethewiser when you awoke. he gently eased the covers away from you, bites down hard to prevent a grumble of approval from rumbling out of him when he sees your perfect little body... and a growl when he sees those inferior arms around your waist.

he'd never leave his sweetheart waiting, despite that. he scents your little pussy now that it's been uncovered. you've came a few times consecutively, judging by the sweetness. at least the worm could do something effectively.

if he was in a better mood, he would nuzzle between your thighs and eat your tasty little cunt for at least an hour before he'd dare put his cock inside you, but being in the presence of that maggot made his blood boil and his cock throb with demand, the dominant desire to fuck and rut and claim boiling beneath conquest's skin.

upon closer inspection of your adorable little pussy, he realised something that made his rage run over. his favourite little hole in all the universe was being occupied by that inferior halfbreed's prick. if he thought he could claim his kitten, during their dream time together? he was sorely mistaken. and yet... a wicked idea crossed conquest's mind. his little kitten was so agreeable in her sleepies, after all... she was the kind of slut to enjoy this sort of thing, he imagined... not that she'd notice beyond the thicker, fuller feeling in her pussy, which would only lull her deeper into dirty dreamland...

he was resolute. he would get his cock inside you. even if it meant... making space.

he leans to croon softly beside your ear. 'sorry, little one. big stretch today. you'll like it, though. gonna fill you real good today, lucky girl.'

that little purr from you could kill him.

he begins to coat his thick cock in your juices, your well-pleasured pussy happy to yield to his ministrations. his pudgy tip catches your hole, pushing mark's cock to the side, pressing it against your inner walls and up against your g-spot while conquest cautiously stretches out your pretty cunt with his big thick dick.

he begins to rock you gently, oh so gently, the pressure inside you thanks to two cocks shifting within you, mark unconsciously grinding in his sleep as his own extra sweet dreams took hold, making you pant and mewl like a spoiled kitten, all full and happily snoozing away while you were defiled.

he couldn't deny that the feeling of another cock against his as he rutted into his little darling accentuated his pleasure. the worm had a decent sized cock, long and thin, veins in all the right places. a poor substitute for his own rod when you couldn't reach him, he thought. yet it made you all the tighter, so he could not bring himself to complain.

usually, he'd allow himself to go for hours, rocking into your little cunt and whispering to your dreamy little body. but he knows such indulgences will compromise him tonight. he is in no shape for a confrontation right now, still needs time to recuperate. so, when he hears your breathless whimper against his ear, how your breaths become pants as your walls quiver happily, knowing your release is coming up fast, he lets himself go, making you cum when he himself plunges deep inside you and releases his potent load inside you. the new warmth and the spasming of your walls brings mark to his own nighttime emission too, both cocks twitching beside each other as they pumped you full.

for conquest, pulling out of your heavenly hole is one of few things that bring him true sorrow nowadays. he envies mark, who can now sleep beside you, nestled until the morning. though, he was doing some good, keeping all of conquest's seed plugged up inside your womb. wouldn't it be hilarious if you became pregnant from this? you'd be nonethewiser. you'd birth a viltrumite baby, assuming it's your inferior boyfriend's, without ever knowing the child's true blood father... what a thrill. but at the same time, this anonymity was beginning to grate on conquest. he should be able to take what he wanted in the light too, not just the dark. but he retreated from you, whispering you a sweet farewell, before leaving from the window he arrived from, to return tomorrow. he half hoped mark would be there again, if only for the immense pleasure of defiling his mate while he slept gormlessly beside her...

he'd always dream of the day that you would be HIS mate instead.

rumbling around with this in my head at 2am... guhhhhhhhh need to get fucked to sleep by a pervy old man who loves me to death... WHO SAID THAAAAAAAAT

[kit-williams]

This is Mythical coming at you live from your ask box! You know the horny brain worms have been absolutely squirming so imma request some down bad Roboute Guilliman and his unexpected yet untamed need to breed!

I’m talking full on primal, face down ass up even prone boned breeding. I want the most unhinged breeding session where Guilliman’s beloved will feel it WEEKS afterwards. And of course you just know we gotta have the dirty talk, we need to know who well Guilliman gives it. It’s so good you can’t form even a thought afterwards. Hell he might not even let you get too far from him, he’s gonna stay right where he is and keeping you right where you need to be just to make sure it takes <3

(I’m sending this just so I don’t forget, I also apologize if the brain worms got too feral!)

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog @remembrancer-of-heresy @felinisnoctis @solspina

@the-californicationist

(Cali this is about one of the Primarchs aka the really big guys)

tw: SMUT; its ovulation time for the homies so its horny

edit: Thank you to @squishyowl for the divider

Uh uh uh is all that could leave your mouth at this point. Your knuckles white as you fisted the bedding tightly to keep you in place. Your face against the bedding as you still couldnt decide if the way your nipples were slightly rubbing against the sheets and other fabrics was enjoyable or not. You could feel his hand in your hair just pulling your head back slightly as you could think as he was now lazily sinking in and out of your cunt.

Guilliman doesn't know what happened... just he saw you with one of the other high ranking women of Ultramar and really there was nothing special about it... you simply were holding a baby. He was certain he was sterile, what use would breeding be for a tool, but then again why give them the parts? Why give them the inklings of desire? Perhaps at some point he would have asked the Emperor but now he doesn't care. But the thought of her holding that baby wouldn't leave his thoughts... it kept drifting in and out... in the background... just a background thought that he would associate akin to one thinking about what was for dinner that night.

But... he wanted her to be holding his baby on her hip. A bright eyed babe with curly hair... he wanted it to be their baby she was bouncing in her lap and cooing at. "You're so tight around me love." He says with a purr in his voice, "And to think you've just been screaming your head off with how I've been handing you." He thrusts in hard eliciting a whimper from you. Watching you arch your back more trying but with him holding your hair keeping you from hiding that blush on your face and breasts. Guilliman leans in whispering, "I am certain the entire Fortress knows I'm fucking you with how you've been screaming with pleasure."

His eyes follow the drool on your bottom lip and moving down your chin. As you just pant and he can't help but grin watching you react as his cock lazily throbs inside of you. Sex did not mean much to Guilliman as he was already fully grown by the time he was old enough to partake in it which scared off many who would try. But he looks at you trembling... swallowing down air... as he could see the way his cock stretched you to almost your limit and he knew how his cum would ooze out of you when he pulled out for the night.

Something about you ovulating made his brain ITCH in a good way. It made him want to be like this... buried to the hilt and fucking you till you were incoherent. If he was feeling selfish enough he would just like tonight. "I'm going to put a baby in you." He says watching you shudder with some form of pleasure. "I'm going to make you so fat with my babies. Oh yes I want to give you multiple." He says lazily lowering his voice to those octaves he knows you like... flexing his vocal cords and swelling his third lung to add that extra oomph and reverberations to his next words, "Watch your breasts leak with milk... watch you rub your swollen belly... truly make you a mother to my Ultramarines."

He listens to you gasp and feels you once more orgasm around the slowly moving cock inside of you. He lets your head drop back down to be face first on the bed. His hips move quickly as he pants himself, "Oh I'm going to make sure it takes! They already know what I do with you! So why not have something to show for all the effort we've put in? Wouldn't you agree my Lady?" All you can do in reply is incoherently moan pushing your hips back like a slut desperate for release. Maybe it was his aura... his presence... just the way he spoke to you... but by the THRONE you wanted this man... this demi god to put a baby in you right now!

You don't know how much longer you two fuck it could have been five more minutes or an hour just you lay there in the blissful afterglow feeling so sweaty, as per usual after having sex with him. You could hear the haptic feedback noise from his dataslate as he was always busy but at least you two had a concession with this... he could do unintrusive things and you got your cuddles and it felt so normal. You nuzzle into his pectoral and you feel his lips on the top of your head... but you could feel it... you didn't know how to explain it but you could just feel his desire still there as if it was a storm brewing in the distance and all it needed was a breeze to suddenly head your way.

[delulu4anime]

Maniac

Ch 17 ➧Spontaneous Lunch

Parings ➧ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ!ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ᴄʜᴜʙʙʏ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Summary ➧ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴀᴠᴏɪᴅᴀʙʟᴇ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴɪᴀᴄ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Trigger Warnings ➧ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱ��� ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ.

Word Count ➧1.2ᴋ+

Taglist ➧@lady-of-blossoms @dekusdante @fortunatelyfurrygiver @birbwithhat @whippedbyikemen @sleepykittyenergy @i-love-ateez @choppersworlds-blog @emochosoluvr @linaaeatsfamilies @sexys-archives @stxrlingpearl @swoozleee @lanii-i (ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴍᴋ❣︎)

Suguru drove you to a little quaint restaurant by the water with the waves calmer than they had been earlier and you felt the weather was defiantly matching your mood. The restaurant looked busy getting ready for the dinner rush as customers filtered in and out of the establishment. You had never been to this place before and you were looking forward to trying out what they had. Once you both exited the car you made your way up to the host as she smiled and said there was seating outside or the wait would be around ten minutes. You both agreed to the outdoor seating because despite it being a little chilly the awning kept you safe from the clouds above that threatened to let rain fall.

"So you and Satoru seemed to be distant now." You say as you take a sip of your iced water through your straw and he shrugged.

"He use to be my best friend. We did everything together. That is until Hina entered the picture. I'm not saying that I wasn't at fault for ruining our friendship but her being in our lives certainly didn't help." He said as he looked down at the menu the waiter had left.

"What happened?" You asked as scanning the menu.

"I got drunk at a party and she came onto me. I decided to make a move to prove to Gojo that she wasn't what she claimed to be. The perfect faithful girlfriend that everyone made her out to be. I heard he had broken up with her which seemed like a victory until I realized that meant cutting me out of his life too. Somehow she wormed her way back in and until a few years ago they were inseparable." He huffed out as he placed his menu down on the table. He placed his arm on the table and leaned his head against his hand.

"You can imagine how shocked I was they had gotten back together because I remember him mentioning you a few more too many times. At least for it to just be casually. Saying he was going to break up with Hina for good because he was interested in someone else." He said which caused you to shoot your eyes up from the menu.

His lips curling into a smirk at the way it seemed to peak your interest and he soon wondered how complicated it could possibly be between you two. You cleared your throat and looked back down at your menu trying to be nonchalant about the whole thing but knowing Suguru knew better.

"Why is that so shocking?" You say as you spot what you wanted and placing your menu down knowing you couldn't hide behind it forever,

"Because he's been stuck up Hina's ass for as long as I can remember. So it was interesting to hear him talk about someone else for a change. That and how pissed Hina got anytime you were brought up or you came around. It's the only reason I agreed to go to the wedding with her honestly. The way Hina wouldn't stop bitching about the fact that Gojo rejected her after finding out he already had a date to the wedding intrigued me."

For a moment you wondered if you Satoru was telling the truth when he said that you weren't a rebound.

"She pointed you out at the wedding saying you were the one that had tried to steal Gojo away again. It was then I realized that you were the one Gojo was interested in back in high school."

"Then you must realize I'm the one that they both humiliated back then too." You say flatly as you play with your straw.

"Gojo might be a lot of things but a shitty person isn't one of them. Despite everything that has happened between us I still believe he's a good person."

"It's hard to feel like he isn't a shitty person after all that has happened. I just don't know if I can trust him." You said as you stared at the ice cubes bumping against one another in your cup.

"I'm not going to sit here and try and convince you whether you should or shouldn't be with him. Honestly when I heard what happened back in high school I thought he was an idiot for letting you go," He said which caused your whole body to run hot. "However, at the wedding I saw how he treated you. There was something different about the way he carried himself. He looked at you differently, touched you differently, and even talked to you differently than I ever had seen him do with Hina. Almost like being with you was brought out a side of him no one had seen before."

You couldn't wrap your head around what exactly was coming out of his mouth; you felt like your head was spinning with all the information being thrown at you. Before you could ask anymore questions the waiter came back ready to take your order so you both gave him what you wanted along with your menus as he retreated to the kitchen to place the orders. You both sat there in silence for a moment as the sound of the waves crashed against the rocks and the sea gulls calling out to one another filled the space.

"I meant it when I said I think Gojo's an idiot for letting you go. You're too pretty for that." He rasped out and took a sip of his drink.

"What?" You breathed out.

"You heard me pretty. If things get anymore complicated between you and Gojo let me know. I wouldn't mind helping you take your mind off things." He teased and after a few moments you smiled at him.

"I'll keep that in mind."

Over the next hour, although his confession surprised you, the conversation flowed naturally between you two. You found out that he worked as a designer and was constantly traveling for work but when he had down times between seasons he came back home. No wonder he looked so good the last few times you had seen him. You swore he was a model but he was the artist behind the clothes. Soon dusk fell and you looked down at your phone and realized it was a little after six.

"Shit, I didn't realize how late it was." You say as the waiter comes back with the check. Before you could get your card out Suguru handed him his card.

"I could've paid for mine." You said and he smiled at you.

"My treat. You kept me company."

"Then next time you stop in anything you want will be on me."

"I'll hold you to it then."

Suguru dropped you off at your car and before he left he gave you his number. You promised to send him a text and with that you said your goodbyes. Your drive back home was in silence as you thought over your day not expecting to see either Satoru or Suguru. Once you got into your apartment you changed into a plain t-shirt and some shorts. You laid your head against the pillow and stared up at your celling wondering what the hell you were going to do.

©ᴅᴇʟᴜʟᴜ4ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ 2025 ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɴɪᴀᴄ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱʜʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴊᴇʟʟʏꜰɪꜱʜ ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛ

[lunebulous]

Author Recommendations

This post will be updated as I remember more people - I never saved anything about what I read.

If you want yourself removed from this list - let me know! No problem! But keep in mind this list was made for me to keep track of my favourites and as acknowledgment of people that I look up to, as I strive to be as good as them. Also, if I did, I interacted with you using my main blog, not this one. DM me if you need anything.

Thank you, all!

@plutotheplum

Has amazing chemistry while writing any character. She brings out genuine interactions without feeling too unrealistic, you'll read without realizing how into it you are, like in a trance. Everytime I read something that takes me out instantly, I know it's hers.

@rose-tinted-kalopsia

Is a very sweet person with a very obvious Xavier preference, her blog is beautiful - she makes it very impressive how much effort she puts into it - and everything she writes is in-character and cherry-picked to tug at your heart. Also, she's constantly panicking and that's very cute. Take a look!

@comatosebunny09

Currently on semi-hiatus, they only write for Sylus - keep that in mind. Their blog is amazing, very organized! Everything they write leaves you wanting more, so even though they have a lot of available stories, you'll read it all in no time.

@monster-effer

I really hope she starts writing more. The way she does it is very unique, in a way that everything is well-described, but nothing is too much to read. It is all very natural - you'll know what i'm talking about when you take a look at her blog!

@peachylynnie

Well. One day I decided to binge on her blog and accidentally left too many comments - sorry guys I'm addicted to supporting talented people - and her work makes me squeal EVERYTIME for a reason or another. God, it's all so good! (╥﹏╥)

@h4venpha

We have another Sylus fan here, and they write him extremely in-character. I like all of their works with no exception, always making me turn off my phone to recollect myself. I'd read everything they write even if they were a worm. (writing in wormish).

[bengiyo]

The Uncertain Melancholy of Our Youth

I’ve been sorting out how I feel about the end of Our Youth, and I’ve yet to arrive at something concrete that I want to say. I’ve been reading reactions from others to see if someone else could vocalize what I’m feeling, and in the process realized I wanted to talk about Our Dating Sim again. 

Like many others, I’m left with a feeling of melancholy from this show. I feel a lot like @small-dark-and-delicious in that I think this ending felt very realistic for them, because Minase has never had friends he can count on, especially the “bespectacled demon” (@chicademartinica). I find myself empathizing a lot with @asiandramas-takeover about how bleak the future feels for them.

With this series overall, I’m a bit frustrated thematically. I was glad to have @wen-kexing-apologist offering insights about the manhwa while we were watching, because, like @worm-priest, I don’t think we did much with the different kinds of people theme. 

However, I am left with some genuinely warm feelings for the characters and the actors. I loved mj’s post reflecting on how Hirukawa connects for people who dread becoming like their parents (@forcebook). Like @memiaatanonymous, I really enjoyed Motojima Junsei in this; I especially loved the way he managed his physicality and expressions when Minase had to flee Hirukawa’s house before the dad began beating Hirukawa again. 

I also agree with @delasaria-blog that Minase in the special does a lot to close out this story; I don’t think I’d feel as positively as I do at the end of this without the effectiveness of the special episode. The implied growth of these two into a relatively stable couple (@incandescentflower) worked well for, especially because Minase was left with separation anxiety (@lurkingshan). I also really liked the way the show approached a closeted couple’s feelings about marriage as an inevitability (@jemmo).

I think it was @theside-b comparing this to the disappointment I know I felt at the end of Love is Better the Second Time Around that got me thinking about Our Dating Sim. In that show, we spend the majority of our time in the present with Shin Ki Tae pursuing Lee Wan again after Lee Wan abandoned him at the end of high school. Our journey with them is about how Lee Wan hurt Ki Tae and himself, and the consequences of Lee Wan's decision. We focus there on how Lee Wan has to grapple with the fact that Ki Tae was open to his feelings.

I think most of why I’m feeling a bit unfulfilled by this project is that I had hoped we’d spend more time in the present. The opening sequence had me waiting in anticipation for their eventual reunion and reconciliation. I had hoped we’d spend the bulk of the show on that, like in Our Dating Sim, rather than on the events leading to their separation. I think I set myself up for this because I brought too much of that to the table. 

Reflecting on what the show did or didn’t do, I don’t think there was much for me to gain from seeing Hirukawa and Minase’s separate montages, though I think it would have been interesting to see Minase getting lonelier and see where he and Hirukawa lost touch over the phone incident. I personally feel like I’d have liked to see more of them getting back together and rebuilding trust, because I felt myself pulling away from this show as it spiraled over Hirukawa’s life getting worse in the middle. There was almost a really great moment of Minase trying to step forward and use his voice only to be silenced by the adults and friends in his life. 

Final Verdict: 8, Recommended With Reservations. I’m not sure how I will feel about this show in the long term, and I want to thank everyone linked above for sharing their thoughts, and all the gifmakers included for their creations. There is a useful kind of melancholy here that I personally enjoy as a person who absolutely loved All of Us Strangers (2023) last year. I am always the type who, even though I know we’re seeing marked improvement in many categories, cannot erase the scars I carry from what I survived. I struggle to find a solid coherent thought I feel coming from this one, and I hope to read more compelling reflections in the weeks to come. 

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Soft Edges // 2k SYNOPSIS: Logan doesn’t know how to relax. So you help him.

Til The Sun Turns Black // 13.1k SYNOPSIS: Your soul is bound to his and you're destined to follow him across the multiverse. When the TVA finds you and sends you to the Void, you feel your chance of finding him has slipped through your fingers. But what you find there is more than you bargained for.

When Things Turn Green Again // 11k SYNOPSIS: Hoping to mend the pain of your broken heart and bury the memory of your failed marriage, you turn towards the woods. A cabin was left in your name and it’s the exact distraction you were looking for. What you didn’t anticipate is meeting a quiet, ruggedly handsome man along the way who helps you heal.

Take My Love and Wear It // 10.8k SYNOPSIS: Taking care of Charles has its own special challenges, but you didn’t expect the hardest one to be the man who hired you. Distant, gruff and rough around the edges, Logan still manages to worm his way under your skin. But you’ve worked your way under his, too. 

Fools Rush In // 2.5k SYNOPSIS: On a day meant for love, you’re sure feeling a shortage of it. Until Logan shows you, he’s not as unaffected by you as he lets on.

Come A Long, Long Way // 12.2k SYNOPSIS: His days are long and his nights are longer. He comes to you during those hours when the rest of the world stills, lured in by something almost like fate. 

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By Any Other Name

Sakura Haruka x F!Reader

A/N: Alright SO. I know I am primarily a Fire Emblem blog. however, Wind Breaker took over my life in the span of like a week and I could not get this thought out of my head and well. here we are. Not beta read, this is my first xreader fic i've ever posted. i hope you enjoy!

tags: fluff, a tiny bit of blood, feelings

wc: 2k

about: You met Sakura about six months ago, and have essentially wormed your way into his little walled off heart. He comes home to your now (mostly) shared little apartment, battered and bloody after saving a girl who looked like you

You’re not living together.

That’s what Sakura says, despite the fact you stay over four nights out of the week, and somewhere in the six months you’ve been dating, half your stuff has ended up in his ramshackle little apartment. “You deserve better than a leaky faucet”, he’d said, cheeks red and nose scrunched in a scowl. You’d merely laughed, kissing his forehead before replying, “It adds to the charm.” And that was that.

You’re not living together. So why does he hope you’ll be there, curled up on that cheap little couch you’d insisted on bringing over, that lovely smile on your face as you greet him?

Those assholes must’ve hit his head harder than he realized. Sakura grits his teeth, an arm banded around his throbbing torso as he wobbles along the sidewalk. Weaklings, all of them. Acting tough solely because they have nothing better to do with their time. Seriously, it’s just plain pathetic.

He spits out a glob of blood into the nearby bushes. He doesn’t remember biting his cheek; maybe he’d ground his teeth against it after taking a particularly nasty kick while dodging someone else’s punch. Wasn’t he past his body locking up, his muscles moving with all the speed of a turtle?

The girl had been clutching the long strap of her purse with all her meager might while surrounded by leering thugs. The type of guys who coast by on looks rather than action. Intimidation instead of respect. At least now he’s able to articulate—better yet, understand—what pisses him off so badly about guys like that. Sakura would’ve leapt in regardless, but then he caught sight of her underneath the lamplight, and her shade of hair matched yours. The purse even had a keychain dangling from it, the charms jingling in faint alarm.

She wasn’t you, obviously. You were already home, had probably cooked something simple yet delicious and were keeping it warm until he arrived.

So he froze, mismatched eyes wide as a new type of fear unfurled within his chest, and then all hell broke loose. He knew how to protect someone in a fight, finally, and while the poor girl flattened herself against the side of a nearby building as he sent the idiots flying, his attention still kept flicking to her. He kept thinking what he’d do if it was you, and on one such slip of his concentration, that bastard’s boot came out of nowhere.

He’ll have to report this to Umemiya in the morning, and tell you all about it tonight, and—

Sakura looks up. He’s nearly there; the derelict building doesn’t seem so foreboding, especially once he catches sight of the warm yellow light on in his apartment. Maybe, just maybe, things won’t be so bad after all.

The doorknob wiggles. You carefully place your bookmark inside your book,  sitting up properly in your seat. Sakura’s home a bit later than usual—he probably got stuck eating at Café Pothos with everyone else. Good. You’re grateful he has so many friends, even if he acts like a cat who fell into a puddle of water about it.

“Welco—Sakura!” Your book tumbles from your hands in your haste to stand up. He stands in the doorway while you catalogue his injuries as if in slow motion. Blood drips down the left side of his face from a cut above his eyebrow. His nose is bleeding, too, running down his chin and staining his white shirt red. His knuckles are raw. It’s subtle; yet he sways, quickly placing his right hand against the wall to brace himself. The motion is enough to jolt you from your surprise.

You’re at his side in a blink. His reaction is sluggish; lips parting in belated surprise when you loop his right arm around your shoulders. Normally, he reads your movements almost before you make them, bracing himself for whatever contact you’re about to subject him to so he’s never caught off guard. But slowly, like water eroding rock, he’d learned that he can let his guard down around you, even at his most vulnerable.

Especially then.

“‘M fine,” he mutters out of reflex. You only scoff, walking him over to the couch with a small huff of effort. “Just a small fight.”

Carefully, you help ease him down onto the cushions, releasing your hold only once he’s settled. “A small fight?” You echo, disbelief in your tone. There’s no reprimand or ridicule, just a healthy doubt. He doesn’t know exactly when he stopped looking for the irritation he’s so used to hearing. Leaning his head back, he sighs. “Some guys were causin’ trouble. A new gang, I think. Trying to rob a girl—” he cuts off abruptly, and you watch his cheeks turn a brilliant shade of red, nearly blending in with the dried blood caking his skin. Sakura immediately looks away; he misses the knowing glint entering your expression.

Spinning on your heel, you head for the kitchen. The faucet doesn’t leak as badly now, after you’d finagled a temporary fix with determination and a healthy amount of internet research. He deserves more than a crappy sink, even if he won’t admit it. “You were by yourself?” You ask, opening the drawer and removing a towel. (Yet another item that had miraculously wound up in his space one day. When Sakura confronted you, you’d shrugged, then asked what he wanted for dinner.)

Sakura watches you for a moment, ignoring how something deep within his chest settles as you run the towel under cool water. It’s a familiar scene, enough that he no longer feels the urge to yell and raise his fists in defense. “Yeah. Nothin’ I couldn’t handle on my own.”

Strange. Suo-chan and Nirei-chan always shadow Sakura. Unless Sakura is going home—they haven’t invaded his space since the day they’d discovered him sick on the floor. Now, especially, Sakura would rip their heads off if they came snooping around while you were home. The faucet shuts off. You wring out the towel once, twice, then pad back over to the couch.

“I never doubted that, Grade Captain,” you tease, arranging yourself so you’re sitting on your knees. Drops of water drip down your wrist and onto the cushions below. His blush deepens, and you don’t bother hiding your smile. “Now hold still.”

“Shaddup,” he mumbles without heat. Instinct makes him shift back an inch; he’s always taken care of himself, alone. Sick, bruised, bloodied—he proved time and again he didn’t need anyone else. Then you breezed into his life, upending his entire world with your musical laughter and patient touch.

This is far from the first time you’ve patched him up. He no longer hisses and rages and scowls, a teenage version of a toddler’s temper tantrum, yet neither can he completely disregard a lifetime of gut reactions to others extending a hand in his direction.

You never minded when his hackles rose. You understood him, remaining endlessly understanding while he let his fear run its course. The damp rag hovers in the space between you and him. Sakura zeros in on the blue material instead of your face.

“Ready?”

That’s another thing. You ask him about things. Wait for his brain to catch up with non-dangerous situations. It’s weird, and scary, and wonderful.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be gentle.”

“You always are.”

The smile you give him is radiant. Your free hand cups his less bloody cheek, keeping him steady, while you tenderly press the rag to his chin. He hisses out a breath through clenched teeth.

It’s quiet, as you slowly clean him up, beyond the soft scrap of material against skin. There’s a rhythm to your movements. Sakura finds it soothing, despite the circumstances. You both study each other; Sakura, like you’re a puzzle he’s still trying to solve, and you, like he’s something precious.

His golden eye truly is beautiful. He told you others have compared it to twilight, but you think it’s more akin to burnished gold. Rare, and infinitely treasured. He closes it, keeping it safe from harm as you run the now pink-tinged cloth over his browbone. A shame, you think, he keeps himself so locked away.

The slight pressure leaves his face. You move back, giving him room to breathe, holding the rag loosely in your hand. His eye opens again, a coin glinting in a riverbank.

“There,” you say, unfolding yourself from the couch, brushing your thumb across his cheek before you release him completely. “I’ll be back with the first aid supplies.”

Sakura just nods. He never says the words thank you; but you hear it in the way he lets you take care of him, how he takes your hands so reverently in his once your all finished, cradling you like he’s afraid you’ll snap in half if he squeezes too hard.

You’re opening the cabinet underneath the sink when he speaks again. “She looked like you.”

He says it so quietly, you nearly miss it. You freeze, half-bent down to reach for the ridiculous amounts of bandages and antiseptic bottles stashed neatly in their respective baskets. (Another thing you’d changed one day, much to Sakura’s initial chagrin, until he’d stumbled home covered in half a dozen cuts on the rare day you weren’t waiting for him, and found everything he needed without cursing his lack of organization.)

Mechanically, you grab the necessary materials. You’d assumed as much, based on his reaction when you told you the cause of his current state. A shudder runs down your spine as you imagine what the other guys must look like, lying defeated in the street. Sakura doesn’t fight just on behalf of someone else—at least, that what helps him sleep at night, though you know his tune has changed after all his experiences with Bofurin. For him to fight on your behalf, however tangentially related, makes your heart flutter.

Kotoha will practically jump for joy when you tell her.

For now, you let this newfound knowledge settle into your skin, your fluttering heart, smiling to yourself as you exit the bathroom, arms loaded with supplies. “Did she, now?”

Sakura’s sitting upright, head down, once again avoiding your gaze. His fingernails dig into the fabric of his school pants. Beneath the curtain of two-toned hair, you can see the blush sitting high on his cheeks. It’s a miracle they’re not permanently stained pink.

“Y-yeah. I knew she wasn’t you, but for a moment…I need to teach you how to defend yourself. I can’t patrol everywhere, and I’m not the strongest yet. Anyone from Furin will keep you safe, but if we’re not around—”

This is new. You swallow, setting the first aid supplies down on the tatami, sitting down with your legs crisscrossed. (One day, you’ll convince him to buy a table, but there’s only so much furniture you can squeeze in such a tiny place.)

“Sakura,” you say, but he doesn’t hear you.

“—I need to know you can take care of yourself until I get there—”

“Sakura.”

“—and send them all flyin’—”

“Haruka.”

That shocks him into silence. He inhales, then looks up sharply, lips curling into the angry snarl you know so well. It’s his only defense mechanism, beyond his fists, and he’d never raise those at you. (That thing lodged within his chest stirs again. No one’s called him by his given name in years. It feels right, that here, in this space you two have created together, you should use it.)

He’s quite the sight, half patched-up and spluttering mad. One eye darkens like a storm at sea; the other kindles into molten gold, ready to burn any who get in his way.

You’re surprised, too. But you didn’t know what else to do. He’s never spiraled like this before, and it hits you that for perhaps the first time, he was genuinely scared for someone else. You shake your head, breaking eye contact, and reach for the gauze. “I’m sorry, Sakura. I should have asked before using your first name.”

Your fingers shake only a little when you grab the nearest antiseptic, flipping open the cap with your thumb. He watches it all, struck dumb. He doesn’t want an apology. He wants you to say it again, but he doesn’t know how to ask.

All of the fight leaks out of him. His shoulders slump forward. Haruka. Haruka. You hadn’t said it in disgust, or fear, or hatred. If he had to guess, you sounded concerned. Haruka. “I liked hearin’ you say it,” he replies.

A laugh bubbles out of you, born from nervous relief. You nearly spill antiseptic all over you instead of the gauze. “Really? May I call you Haruka, then? Not all the time…just here.” Rising to your knees, you crawl over to him, taking one battered hand in your soft one.

His throat tightens. An odd pressure builds behind his eyes. “Fine.”

“This’ll sting,” you murmur in warning, almost like an afterthought. “You can use mine, too. If you want.”

Sakura’s about to respond, tell you he’ll do it if it’ll make you happy (and make his own heart beat a little faster), but then the gauze descends onto his split knuckles. It’s not like eating a kick to the face; it barely registers in comparison.

Maybe it’s the emotions he’s kept bottled up since the fight. Maybe it’s the fact you called him Haruka and the world didn’t explode. Both things, he assumes, and that’s why your healing touch hurts worse than a dozen roundhouse kicks.

It fades, after that first bright burst.

Neither of you say anything again while you continue your ministrations. Once his knuckles are taken care of, you move on to his face, tenderly smoothing his bi-colored bangs off his forehead to ensure no strands get caught underneath the small bandage you apply to the cut above his eyebrow.

The entire time, he replays this strange evening over and over again in his head. It all leads back to you, caring for him, using his first name like it’s nothing when it in fact means everything. He hates himself, a little bit, for not being better at this.

For your part, your focus on him turns clinical. You can deal with the emotional part of it later. When you’ve finished with the last bandage, you stare at him a moment. Take in this boy who pushed away the entire world when it wrote him off, the very same boy who harbors no malice in his heart, just kindness hidden by anger.

You press a soft kiss to his lips, then slide away before he can reciprocate. He splutters again, blush back in place, and it’s such a Sak—Haruka thing to do, you bite back a laugh.

“Are you ready to eat, Haruka? You get hungry after a good fight.”

He offers you a rare smile in return.

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Normally I post about Dimension 20 on my main blog but a thing happened on Adventuring Party and I'm gonna talk about it

So watching through the Episode 2 Adventuring Party, something really amazing happened at 2:15 ish. And now I'm gonna talk about consent and content in Tabletop and how @quiddie and Izzy (and everyone else at the table) absolutely fucking nailed it

Edited because I cannot believe I spelled Aabria wrong so many damn times in a row I'm so sorry

Specifics below the cut for spoilers and content warning: parasites and squick

The notes for DMs (and players) to take away from this:

Look for soft no's, even if you know your players. Make space for a no, even if you are excited. Once the no has been said, move on and no complaining that someone's comfort level isn't the same as yours.

So Brennan asked a question about the parasites, Chipmunks, and bear in Adventuring Party to clarify if Chipmunks and Parasite were one in the same or different entities (it was just the chipmunks being massively fucked up)

Aabria, as DMs who put their entire heart and soul into making a campaign often do, went to start explaining the basis for the parasites (link to ribbon worms, very content warn, dead dove do not eat). The table reacted. Brennan does a very physical ick response, Erika's face was very "I am listening to something gross", while the rest of the table looked interested in that way nerds do when they don't know what they're walking into. And Izzy said "I want you to stop."

Aabria just said ok, told the camera/audience to google it, and they moved on.

And I wanna talk about what a baller move that is on Aabria and Izzy's parts. (And Quiddie if you see this please tell Izzy she's an inspiration and I adore her and all of the compliments)

So first and maybe least controversial: Aabria

-While giving the explanation of the fucked up thing she slows down her talking (I'm not sure if it was intentional but it seemed it so I'm gonna talk about it) Instead of rushing through the explanation the way people excited tend to do she said everything slowly, gave lots of pauses to be interrupted, and really took the time to let the party know what she was describing was icky

-While doing the describing, she looked around the table. Not just at the person with the biggest visual reaction, but you can watch her make the rounds with her eyes to look at everyone and make sure they all know she is still engaging with them and checking in on them

-Her "ok" is so pleasant. It's not just polite, it's not just kind, it's upbeat and pleasant to listen to. There's no judgement in it, there's no "but I wanted to keep talking about this thing" its just "ok"

-And that's the fucking hard part, letting someone know you've heard them without any judgment or disappointment when they want you to stop talking about something

And now Izzy

-Most people aren't going to applaud someone for saying "I want you to stop" to a DM explaining something but I will. A+ Izzy

-She found her boundary and enforced it and felt comfortable with it

-She did it in such a specific way "want" instead of "need"; "I want" instead of "You need", not to mention the full firmness of it where it couldn't be misinterpreted (A+, hardest part)

-The flick of her eyes to the rest of the table, I can't tell if she's checking in with other people's comfort level or just watching Brennan's arm thing, but the way she looks at her fellow players is just such a Thing that I cannot Words about, whether its checking in for their comfort or looking for support for hers its an important look that I might be reading too much into.

Now some other important beats

-No one comments that Izzy made Aabria stop.

-Brennan says he can connect with Aabria later about it, without mentioning any of the content, and Siobhan and Jasper make the note of "maybe don't google it" but no one mentions the content after Izzy says it

-They just move on. Like even if it briefly sounds like they might hit back onto it (we'll never know what Erika was leading to with their "I've always been obsessed with") they just move on immediately

It's a goddamned masterclass of consent at the table. Aabria checking in and looking for soft no's and giving space for hard no's and then once a hard no was thrown immediately shifting the entire direction of the conversation was amazing.

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Get to know your mutuals!

Thank you for the tag @silcobrainrot !!

What's the origin of your blog title?

It's a state of mind, basically.

OTP(s)+ shipnames(s):

This is mainly a Silco blog. Although I like elements of Vanco (on the fun fandom side before S2 - I loathe S2 and pretend it doesn't exist) I also find them very toxic and that's how I write them (at least in one fic).

My other Silco OTP are OFC's.

I like villains in general, so you can draw conclusions of what I probably ship.

Favourite color:

Greens and blues. They are calming and I love nature so it works for me.

Song stuck in your head:

I have three songs on repeat in my damn head lately:

Weirdest habit/trait:

I"m a super introvert in a super extrovert job?

Hobbies:

Writing, mostly.

I used to sing (but being super shy/introvert makes that kind of pointless publicly) yet my friend is trying to get me to sing in a contest and I think he's insane.

If you work, what's your profession?

I work in hospitality.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

Writer.

Something you're good at:

I'm learning to write and find my groove but I'm slowly improving.

I'm a pretty good bartender/mixologist. I know too much about wine.

Once upon a time I could sing fairly well but I have severe stage fright so ....I guess I'm a car and shower singer now.

Something you hate:

Hate and intolerance in general. Why can't people just be good to each other? Mind your own damn business and be happy?

Something you collect:

Anything that is celtic folklore. I was probably a witch or druid in my past life.

Something you forget:

To take better care of myself.

What's your love language:

The little things. A look, touch, quiet moments, tender gestures. I don't need giltter and gold. Knowing that someone loves you for you.

Favourite movie/show:

I'm waiting for The Last of Us to start.

I love gothic horror/suspense and romance. Old school monsters.

Favourite food:

Freshly baked bread, cheese and fruit.

Favourite animal:

I love so many animals but I'm a dog mom first and foremost.

What were you like as a child:

Extremely shy, super nerd, book worm.

Favourite subject at school:

Art and music.

Least favourite subject:

Math.

What's your best character trait?

I genuinely care.

What's your worst character trait?

I care too much. I have so much empathy but at the same time, like I get too emotional, everything hits me and I can't handle it and it gets me into trouble with anxiety and depression.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

To let the past go.

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