#the date was just a typo

[akanemnon]

So much for flirting your way out. Eh, Frisk?

[starrystevie]

eddie’s going on a tinder date with a cute guy named steve.

he likes his freckles, brown eyes and cheeky grin. they don’t have much in common but the conversations they have in the app messages flows suspiciously easily. he’s a bit in love and antsy at the table as he watches the door anxiously for his date.

he sees person after person walk into the bar and his beer is dripping condensation onto his hand as he grips it, nerves shooting through the roof. eddie glances at the table and then back up to the door when a guy walks in and if eddie wasn’t waiting for his date, he’d want to go talk to him.

he’s cute, hot even, floppy brown hair and a charming grin, hands shoved into the pockets of his coat as he looks around the bar. his shirt clings to him in just the right way and his jeans fit him a bit too perfectly. eddie can’t help but stare and then the guy is staring back while he waves, ducking his head as he walks over.

“hey, eddie,” the man breathes out, his cheeks tinged pink from the wind. “sorry i'm late. parking was a bitch.”

and eddie’s confused. because this guy has brown eyes but not the ones he expected. freckles that are more spread out and distinct, trailing down to his neck instead of blanketing his face. his smile is perfect and he’s looking at eddie like he knows him. eddie’s a bit stunned, gaping at the guy with a slack jaw, because he’d remember someone as handsome as him if they’d met before.

“…hi?” he says like it's a question, taking a sip of his beer to do something with his hands.

he watches as the man’s eyebrows crease in confusion and the way his shirt stretches over his chest as he takes off his jacket. “it’s- i’m steve? you are eddie, right?”

eddie can feel his own eyebrows raising, wiping off his damp hand to fish his phone out of his pocket. he quickly finds steve’s profile, ignoring the messages they've sent each other over the past weeks that leave his stomach filled with butterflies, and pulls up the profile picture steve uploaded.

looking at it closely, he glances at who he thinks is steve, at the freckles dusting over his face and the toothy grin he's flashing at the camera. he's not exactly they type eddie usually goes for, but he's witty and sweet and knows about dnd, apparently, so what's not to love?

but then he looks at the other person in the picture that's slightly out of focused next to ‘steve’. looks at the two moles stark on the side of his neck, his pink tinted cheeks. the floopy brown hair and the pretty brown eyes and-

“steve?!” eddie exclaims, looking between the man in front of him and the picture on his phone. “you’re steve?”

the guy- steve- grins sheepishly, leaning on his elbows over the table to look at eddie’s eyes phone. he’s close, too close, close enough that eddie wants to-

“ohh,” he says and scratches at the back oh his head, eyes downturned with a blush trailing up his neck. “yeah, maybe i shouldn’t have used a group photo for a dating app.”

“so who did i think you were?”

their eyes meet and even in the dim bar light, eddie finds himself falling into the specks of green he sees. steve looks at the phone quickly then back up with a smirk. “my best friend, tommy. he’s kind of an asshole, though. you’re better off with me.”

“is that so?” eddie leans back, taking a sip of his beer, and really takes in his date that he now knows is steve. his toned arms, his broad shoulders, his pretty pink cheeks and pretty pink lips.

“what, are you disappointed?”

steve smiles gently and it lights up his face in a way eddie isn’t expecting. between the way he looks in a dingy bar and the way talking with steve is easier than any date he’s had before, he can’t imagine what disappointment he could ever possibly feel knowing that his date is who he is.

suddenly there’s a foot hooking around his ankle and it sends goosebumps tingling up his spine. steve’s smile softens just a bit and eddie can feel himself mirroring it back, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“i don’t think disappointed’s the right word.”

crossposted on twitter!

[tiger-is-a-certified-idiot]

The Stanley Dating Simulator Part 7

They're finally sort of almost communicating! Date time! But where to? And will Stanley ever stop being smug? All this and more to come in the last part or two or twelve I haven't decided yet.

Part 7 of The Stanley Dating Simulator - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

This is an audience interactive comic! You can choose what happens next! Vote in the poll below, comment suggestions, or send me an ask!

Will they kiss on their date? Who knows! You have the power to force my hand...

[caindiis]

nothing more devastating than coming back to the tag of your fav and seeing the most recent post is still your own

[corpiote]

soo... are we all looking at him?👀

[dark-side-blog3]

Just putting it out there that Beel has a flat effect going on, and at times he will attempt to be sarcastic but it totally backfires and he doesn't feel like correcting them. It's not that he's intentionally manipulating you half the time, he just assumes you can understand the difference between his usual flat tone and the sarcastic flat tone (but they're fucking identical).

"Beel, did you do *X sketchy action* to the demon who was bugging me?"

"No. I don't even know how it would occur to someone to do that to another person. We should all try our best to not cause problems for others. I never would have expected something so cruel to happen to someone we know. That's terrible. I hope you're okay."

"Ah true... You're the most innocent of your brothers. You're so wholesome :)"

Beel staring completely deadpan.

He's still a demon, he's infamous for eating people alive (demons, humans, doesn't matter), but people still let their guard down around him... Granted, if they're not someone he wants around later like you or one of Diavolos important socialites, he fucking eats them. He actually finds it kinda funny how he's like an anthropomorphic venus fly trap. People know he's capable of eating them, but they still let their guard down if he's still enough, and acts like he's too chill to cause harm.

It works in his favour so he doesn't really care, plus it makes you trust him more and more even though most people will tell you not to.

[putuponpercy]

Nothing prepared me for the whiplash (positive) that was falling in love with a particular loco, making a couple posts about them here on Tumblr, going on hiatus, coming back and finding said loco is now a well loved part of fanon

[avayarising]

Jack Seward appears to have fallen into a minor time vortex. Yesterday Renfield got out and headed next door and got hauled back again in a paroxysm of rage. Now today it’s been a week and three days since then.

[iluminated-goat]

Fellas remember when I said I was going to drag crampelter through the mud???? A little HC that got way too out of hand but here it is for you!! Listen to me, imagine him finding out about 2Fords???

TW: a bit of nsfw, unintentional voyeurism, pregnancy mention, threat of infanticide (although it doesn't happen), slut shaming (bc crampelter sucks like that), large age-gap relationship

Maybe it began when he broke into Ford’s teacher officer, trying to get the answers to the tests, instead he finds some… photos of Stanley. Imagine the “oh so tough” kid you’ve been bullying since he was a kid is just dating your highschool teacher?? Man old enough to be considered a turtle?? Crampelters a bastard but i think even he would be a bit disturbed at that - considering that relationships with large age gaps were relatively normal in the 60s.

UNFORTUNATELY (for him at least) he hears footsteps coming from the hallway, so he hides inside the locker. There he has a full vision of Stan and Forrest’s relationship, i’m talking about EVERYTHING. Kid’s watching them take full advantage of “no one being at school” in the worst way possible (for him, they’re having the time of their lives lmao). Although, watching Forrest, taller than Stanley, stronger than him even, to the point he can just manhandle Stan in doing whatever he wanted but he doesn’t. He’s not rough, not mean, he just stares in complete adoration at whatever Stanley’s doing to him. Even in the lewdness of the situation, both of them panting while Stan’s soft pussy just swallows his length entirely while sitting in his lap, it’s clear that they’re… in love with each other. It’s not natural, they’re not even married to be doing such thing. Stan’s not even doing it for grades, kissing Ford like his life depended on it.

And when they’re finally done, panting and tightly holding each other, yearningly staring deeply into the other’s eyes, they… they smile. Giddy and euphoric, laughter bubbling from them as they both kissed each other's faces, peppering kisses to any visible skin close, pressing their foreheads together, bodies still connected by their hips. He watched with something bitter in his chest as Stanley’s arms wrapped around the man’s neck, Forrester pulling his body closer to his by his waist, murmuring softly about their future. Something about once they graduated, they’re moving away, getting married, a house near the woods and lakes, fuck him Stan’s entertaining the idea of children. He’s a disaster by himself, how’s he going to take care of children??

He should be disgusted. They’re men. Fantasizing about a fairytale-like future, living some kind of double life and managing to hide it from everybody. The school would have a field day with this, jeers directed to Stan, they would call him a slut and a faggot, seducing and bending over for their teacher for grades even if it wasn’t the case. And their little happy relationship would be destroyed.

But… the more he watched them, Stan timidly holding the man's hand, softly kissing his weird extra finger, head comfortably resting on the man’s shoulder, letting out a deep sigh as the man’s free hand ran through his hair, messing the slicked hair, a dopey grin in his face. If he thought Stan was down bad, Forrester was even worse; pressing fluttering kisses to his forehead, breathy chuckles as the man massaged Stan’s body, settling in a firm embrace, both of them seemingly to melt into each other on the chair - uncaring about the bodily fluids soaking the teacher's slacks. Crampelter felt… bitter, envious even. To think that a stupid guy like Stanley managed to score a cool guy like Forrester, much less grab his attention that he actually wanted to impregnate him (he closed his eyes when Forrester affectionately stroked Stan’s belly, making the latter laugh at the tickling sensation). That someone like him had something going on for his future?

He felt jealous.

On the next day, right before classes starts, he sees Stanley all alone in the hallway (his little husband nowhere near him). He doesn’t even feel the usual glee he would at the chance of messing and ruining his days, vivid images of Stan’s flushed face, the way Forrester gripped his hips that it left a six fingered bruise on them, he didn’t even realize he approached Stan until he annoyedly asked what he wanted.

“I know about you and Forrester.”

Stan’s brows raise in surprise at the direct statement, although it’s short lived. He snorts at him, a mocking grin settling on his freckled face. “Yeah, what about it? Gonna tell it to the whole school? Good luck with that, dumbass-”

“I know about the baby.”

Crampelter can feel the satisfied smirk forming in his face when Stan positively freezes, eyes wide and hands twitching at his sides. The dumbass is too emotional, quick to punch when he got riled up enough. He’s almost burning a hole in his gut from how hard he’s glaring at it, sneering at the already fat there. He wants to call him “used goods”, wants to tell him of how Forrester’s going to abandon him and he’ll be forced to give the brat to adoption, how he’s going to be all alone with no future because he decided to get knocked up, he wants to see his little bundle of joy disintegrate in front of him if it could-

Something hits his face, it takes him too long to realize Stan punched him with how quick he is to change his position. His knuckles covered in blood, frozen as if ready to bolt or attack him, eyes lifeless and swirling with something primal with them. His hands were covering his belly, a pathetic attempt to protect the life growing inside of it. He would’ve gone for the fight if footsteps weren’t getting closer to them, he growled as he walked away from the- teen mom.

He heard faint sobbing coming from the hallway, a deep voice asking concerned what happened, he can almost imagine Forrester hugging him as if he were a little princess. Not like the fucker had punched him, not like he decided to spread his legs for the first man that showed the slightest interest in him, there wasn’t even anything there to protect.

He didn't even want to look at them the rest of the day, skipping Forrester’s classes as he usually did and only settling to shoving Stan out of the way. He didn’t want to think about their soft smiles, the absolute fondness in their touches and stares, how much Forrester dotted over Stan when he cleaned him; much less how warmly the fantasized about their fucking baby. It’ll probably be stupid just like it’s fucking mom, a good for nothing parasite who’ll ruin everything they’ll touch and they’ll kill themselves because they never found purpose and its parents got tired of it and its existence.

He roughly wiped his eyes.

He hopes the aberration inside Stan dies.

December arrives, and they all graduate. Stan’s schizoid twin weeping and clinging to his younger twin, either emotional for his scholarship or the fact that he’s not gonna see his little bodyguard for years (or the fact that he probably knows he’s going away for a place with lakes and woods to raise some bastard). Their teacher is speaking with their parents (because of course he is), he doesn’t know what he says to them but their drinker of a mom is beaming at him and he has their father impressed, nodding at whatever he said. Stan positively smiles at him, probably thinking of riding the man again like the stupid unpaid whore he is.

The next week, Stanford left for college. He doesn’t see Stan or their teacher anywhere.

[ohdorothea]

So for me as someone who has experienced intense mania and psychosis (not saying that this is what Taylor herself has experienced but this is what a lot of TTPD especially the standard track list emotionally reminds me of) I cannot imagine experiencing a very bad mental health episode while having the whole world watching your every step, every thing you say at your sold out concerts and every where you go out and about in your day to day life.

The idea of that is terrifying to me so for Taylor to have turned that experience into a double album that does not shy away from those public experiences and in fact is deeply centred around them I think is incredibly brave.

Does that mean everyone has to like the album or think it’s great? Of course not! I have my own issues with it as an album as a music enjoyer but as a mentally ill person there is something really beautiful about TTPD is so… shameless? Unflinching? In its description of making mistakes, bad choices, choices that seem so out of pocket in such a public setting. To me it feels like in TTPD Taylor* is refusing to be defined by any one aspect of herself.

*by Taylor I mean Taylor Swift the artist/the muse/the Frankenstein’s monster and not the real person because obviously I don’t know her

[finniestoncrane]

feeling all funky fresh after therapy, so much so that i am in my bed because i'm exhausted but i have my shitty little laptop out and i'm writing MORE because today i overshot on commission stuff and got one lot of headcanons done and the other pretty much sorted!!

now i'm going to treat myself with deliciously smutty boomer fluff because i deserve it u-u

[kyouka-supremacy]

Why are you tagging posts with dates from last year? Did you queue them last year?

… I did.

[secretagentsagainstwhatever]

Idk if the Chappell Roan European tour discourse is just happening on twitter, but this feels like a safer place to give my 2 cents

Artists cancelling their shows (especially so last minute that people can’t get refunds) is definitely too common an occurrence and should be discouraged. However i don’t think I’ve personally ever seen any artists receive THIS much backlash from doing so, and i don’t think it’s a coincidence that the artist getting the most hate for doing something other performers have done and will do is a lesbian woman

[alchemiclee]

I hate that whenever there's a gay ship, people immediately het-ify it. people are so obsessed with making one the "man" and one the "woman" when that's completely unnecessary, because they are both the man or the woman. It's extremely annoying. these people will completely mischaracterize a character to fit into their stupid little het roles they force on them.

for example, you don't need to make one man the "wife" and feminized him to the extreme and fit him in a traditional "woman" role so the other man can be the big strong masculine manly man. they can both be masculine or both be feminine or both be both at the same time! they do NOT need to be gendered opposites to fit het roles. crazy, I know! it's like no one considers it a possibility! or sees how good it can be to have them be equals without gendered nonsense.

when there's a gay relationship, you have the perfect opportunity for the couple to stand on equal ground. they get to be equals who are just as strong and just as soft as each other. there's no faulty power dynamics where one is above the other (because let's face it, society unfortunately deems masculinity > femininity). one doesn't need to protect the other. they can protect themsleves, fight aide by side as equals. one doesn't do all the housework. they share that duty equally. one isn't weak and pretty, while they other strong and manly. they both are strong and pretty, or masculine and weak at the same time.

equal relationships are amazing and need to be explored more and appreciated. there can be more understanding and working together. i'm bad at explaining what I mean, but I prefer these equal relationships over forcing them into opposite roles to mirror het relationships, which are usually extremely unbalanced and unequal. especially because these not het relationships! so why must they look like one? they can and should look different! so why does literally every shipper and writer out there make them so het coded?

I don't understand why people do this. do they actually believe all romantic relationships must mimic het ones to exist and thrive and purposely force that on them? or have they genuinely just not fathamed that they can be different and dont need to follow the expected het standards?

I wonder, it feels like no one actually knows how non-het relationships are meant to be and how they could work, since het ones are always forced down our throats since birth. it becomes The Standard that everyone thinks they must follow. maybe it's all people know since they don't see any other possibilities. their preferred dynamics for their ships are what we are taught and nothing different, because they don't know it can be different. i also think people might be obsessed with that whole "opposites attract" trope. but that opposite doesn't have to be the traditional het-fueld feminine vs masculine or wife vs husband characteristics. it can be other personality things like one is loud and one is quiet, one is dumb and one is overly smart, one is rich and one poor, etc. it doesn't have to be masculine vs feminine!

BREAK OUT OF THE HET NORMS!!!!! TEAR DOWN HETERONORMATIVITY!!!!!!!!! FREE THE GAYS

(disclaimer, not saying masculine vs feminine ships are all bad/shouldn't be done ever. but it doesn't need to be 100% of the time either 😅 can't think of one ship people dont do this with lol)

[plposting]

I feel like people cling to that 1960s date for Layton a little too much

I think it’s a good place to start aesthetically but you really can just include whatever the hell you want

[kindred-spirit-93]

right so, summer term is in less than a week and in the words of another tumblr post, this is for the wiggles; i need to get this out of my system before i implode. enjoy :)

greetings yall. this is essentially a list of my current ocs that live their own lives in their respective universes in the back of my mind. ill start out with a list and expand elsewhere later to avoid overwhelmingness

i will update this with links to individual oc fact files and posts in the future inshallah

･ﾟ*.･ﾟ✧ .･ﾟ*･ﾟ

✧ le fandoms and their respective established characters as of writing:

harry potter: anisa (tbc)

percy jackson: Hilal

the apothecary diaries: Maymuna

demon slayer: Siham

my hero academia: yamama (tbc)

✧ fandoms ive dabbled in that dont have established characters (yet):

spy x family

bungo stray dogs

hunter x hunter

the anne shirley serires

detective conan

inuyasha

the addams family

more that ive temporarily forgotten lol

✧ fandoms that dont get ocs for various reasons :

hamilton and other musicals

real life people (i find it weird)

childhood favourites like movies, shows, etc. (like tmnt, coraline, disney princesses, spacetoon classics like romeos blue skies...)

please kindly note that the way my hyperfixations work in terms of fandoms is that when i come across said fandom, i obsessively read every wiki page in existence and watch compilations and scour the interwebs for memes and sometimes fics, and proceed to avoid (for reasons unbeknownst to me) actually consuming the media itself (original books or its adapted versions). i believe its because i dont have the capacity to be emotionally attached to new characters and suffer, but whos to say :P

also note that these characters are in many ways inspired from my own experiences and i occasionally draw from people and places im familiar with, so in instances where things 'wouldnt work' for whatever reason, (firstly im aware, hence their existence) remember that these are works of fiction, and that with the right writing (mostly) anything works. and creative liberties mwahahaha >:)

this is one of the reasons this blog exists; for me to dump the contents of my mind to make way for other (hopefully more useful) stuff, so if u stumble on here feel free to partake (as per the guidelines stated in the pinned post), otherwise move on. this before anything else is for me and my amusement, i wont be catering to anyones interests.

this post and its contents is sponsored and made possible by maladaptive daydreaming and my other less than healthy coping mechanisms :)

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