#there is someone that has offered to do that irl..hmm..

[beeapartments]

I get the sads on the weekend sometimes because I want to get something done, but can't for the life of me get the focus needed to get any of those things done.

(Ricky frequently reminds me that I Do Not Have to Do Anything on the weekends but it feels like a waste sometimes, you know?)

[justasecretflower]

🤍- ouran host club with a Pregnant! S/o

Characters are all older.

Ouran! High school host club

~fluff.

Honey Senpai🍰

- He’s so sweet with you!

- you guys eat cake with each other 24/7

- offers to carry you everywhere if your feet hurt, he’s insanely strong and can lift you up easily.

- gets you all of your cravings.

- lets you hold his bunny when you have mood swings💕

- gets the baby their own bunny before they’re born with the name you picked embroidered on the ear.

- when you cry, he cries.

- you’re crying because you can’t have a craving? So is he, you’re crying because you just saw a video of a baby seal? So is he, you’re crying because you love the baby you haven’t even met yet? So is he, also he’s holding onto the ultrasound with a death grip

- speaks to your belly alllll the time like atp if people are around him they’d think an actual, real adult was speaking to him he’s so engaged in the little conversations with your belly.

“Hmm should we have strawberry or coconut cake first baby…let’s choose both!”

“You know I’ve been so excited to meet you, me and your momma. Look! Here’s a picture of you!” As he shows your belly and ultrasound

“Good morning baby, how are we feeling today?”

“Goodnight baby! Dont give your mommy a hard time this night alright?” He would whisper, kissing your belly goodnight with a bright smile.

- if someone makes you cry or feel insecure about having a big belly he just gives them a look and they run away.

-cries when he sees the tiny baby clothes.

Tamaki Suoh 🌹

- he’s so dramatic 🙄ughhh

- “are your feet tired my love?! You’ve walked 20 minutes already today! Your feet must hurt my baby must be kicking in there ready to rest!”

“Someone get my darling a foot massage and a back massage spa day booked right now please! She must be hurting all over!”

- he’s making sure you don’t move an inch.

- knows more about what you should and should not do pregnant more than you do?

- gets all of your cravings x10. Like, you want some corn? Suddenly, there’s fried corn, corn on the cob, corn off the cob, creamed corn, popcorn, corn and beans, corn on some mashed potatoes. Everywhere, and you best bet they’re the best corn that they could possibly get.

- he finds your bump so cute, you have new maternity pictures every month with a new theme he puts on the wall blown up in size.

- girl dad. Just saying…

- sometimes he just randomly stops his whole charming prince act, gets on his knees and hugs your bump, sighing in contentment.

- spoils the baby rotten before they’re even here.

Kyoya Ootori

-now..you’re not gonna like this but he’s a little disconnected to the child until he meets them irl.

- like, he just finds the kid a tiny bump on his wife’s belly.

-sometimes, you’ll catch him staring at the ultrasound, tracing the outline of the baby carefully.

- he hates getting woken up, but if you’re sick in the middle of the night he’s immediately at your side rubbing your back and asking for some staff to help.

- researches about all of your symptoms, cravings, mood swings, what happens to the body during pregnancy and during the after math in postpartum.

- already has a therapist and a calm down room for you if you get ppd or ppr so that you can simply feel at peace.

-he cares more about you ngl.

“My dear no- you can’t deli meat like that it’s highly risky for salmonella. Put it back now.”

Kaoru Hitachiin

- cries so hard when you found out. Just fell to his knees and started crying.

- he’s more open about his feelings, much softer than his brother, so he’ll talk to the bump and tell you everything he’s feeling, asking in turn how you’re feeling as well and if you need anything.

- very very understanding of your pain.

“I know, I know, you’ll be okay, I understand that it hurts right now though”

“Hey we’ll get through this, what do you need right now?”

When you throw up or are having severe back and feet pains.

- doesn’t let anybody comment or joke about your belly if it makes you insecure. He kisses it and tells you how much he loves you and your belly.

Hikaru Hitachiin

- you’ve never seen him so serious in your entire life.

-it’s like he’s a different person?,.

- he’s extra careful, makes sure you’re protected and feel safe.

-he jokes with you when you feel like you’re in pain or when you’re throwing up to make you feel better.

- finds you absolutely radient when pregnant lemme say..

“It’s so small!” When holding up baby clothes.

- puts his headphones on your belly to have your baby listen to music.

- when you try to do anything that you used to do like play fight or pillow fights he’ll barely even use strength.

“Come on Hikaru you seriously can’t even aim for me anymore?”

“I was! It just went the other way!”

“Hikaru it’s in the bathroom toilet.”

- keeps the ultrasound in his wallet.

Takashi Morinozuka

- 100% your #1 protector

- you’re not lifting a finger near anything that’s easily breakable or that can hurt you.

- one of the times you saw him break the non chalent act is when you first saw the ultrasound. He took a breath in and his eyes lightly lit up

- you’re never on the ground. Like, he’s always carrying you everywhere..

“Mori i can walk you know.”

Mori- “😒…”

- loves to feel the baby kick! He will literally sprint over to you if you say that the baby is kicking

“Mori do you think I’m fat?”

“No.”

“You😭definitely 😭 do😭”

“😟…”

Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles, he cannot get OFF OF YOU!!

- spooning you, he’s big spoon ofc, hugging you from behind, having your legs wrapped around his waist, carrying you bridal style.

Ritsu Kasanoda

-sobbed when he found out you were pregnant

-he’s such a softie like

- he crotchets the baby plushies

- gets the baby blankets, pillows, stuff for their wall, so much stuff, so many toys…

- when he smiles the biggest is when he’s leaning his head on your belly and stroking it gently, talking to the little one inside.

- constantly worried about what’s good or bad for you.

- “hi honey, how’re you feeling today?”

“My precious baby inside of this belly.”

“I’d burn the world for you and I haven’t even met you yet precious baby.”

-his staff is terrified, if they make even the slightest comment about your belly negatively.

-if someone does certainly they’re a rookie because nobody from his syndicate would say that.

- sobs when he goes to ultrasounds with you.

- reads parenting books. Tries to. He can’t focus for that long but when he can he’s reading parenting books.

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[itsclydebitches]

When Trent asks about writing the book and everyone is frantically getting Ted to say no literally behind Trent's back, do you think Trent knew what they were doing?

I do! On both a textual and a "realistic" level.

Meaning, if this were an irl scenario their reactions would be pretty hard to miss. Not only are Rebecca, Higgins, and Keeley saying 'No' with gestures grand enough to draw any eye, but Ted keeps shooting them very obvious "I'm uncomfortable with what they're doing over there" looks. As much as the Tedependent lizard part of my brain likes to read Trent's stare in this moment as heart eyes and heart eyes alone—why would he want to look at anything other than Ted??—I think, under the circumstances, it reads more like him deliberately staring to give Ted as much agency as he can in the moment. If Trent catches the others in their lies + insulting "Get him out of here" display, that puts him in the position of the victim, for lack of a better word. Ted then feels super guilty and he says "Yes" to Trent as a way to try and smooth things over. Trent doesn't want that. He wants to be here because Ted wants him here and though he can't control the others potentially influencing him, he can control his own reaction to the events: keep calm, open expression, non-judgmental, don't beg for it... just let Ted decide on his own.

However, to get back to the point about realistic scenarios, this is a comedy-drama where the characters often don't engage in realistic reactions. Emotions and responses are often deliberately exaggerated for the sake of comedic effect, so they definitely could have made Trent an Oblivious�� character who somehow misses the three people losing their minds right beside him and isn't that funny to watch? But I personally don't think Trent is that character. The show has never shied away from acknowledging what an ass he's been (see: his entire relationship with Roy) and Trent is more than aware of that reputation. He's cultivated it. There's really no version of these circumstances in which a very intelligent, emotionally aware Trent Crimm goes, "Hmm. I'm going to try and write a book about Richmond, the team made up of footballers who have avoided and cursed me out for years, a gaffer I threw to the proverbial wolves, and an owner who once hired me BECAUSE she knew I tear people to shreds in print. Besides, everyone loves having the press dog their steps for a season and then judge them in a permanent medium! Everyone's gonna be thrilled about this offer." Uh huh. Trent knows. He's not stupid. He's actually lucky that Rebecca went the polite route and passed the responsibility onto Ted Forgiveness Lasso. Ted's superhuman optimism was the very opening Trent needed.

Plus, I think Trent's knowledge of how he's really being received is shown throughout his first few weeks there. It's telling that Trent engages in a reversal of what's just been done to him, wherein he calls Rebecca out on why she really wants Zava: he can tell when she's lying and he knows when others in the room—this time Keeley, Higgins, and Ted—are trying to sway someone. Trent is already nervous when he walks into the changing room (you can see his fingers fluttering in his pocket) and he's a little shocked, but not surprised when Roy puts a ban on anyone speaking to him. We have that running joke of people going, "Don't put that in the book," the first instance of which is in Rebecca's office right after he's hired, yet again, there's no surprise along the lines of, "You're concerned about what I'm including? This is making you nervous, Rebecca? Why? I thought you wanted me here and the only thing keeping you from saying yes on the spot was respect for Ted and a belief that he should have the final call? 🤔" This girl was under NO delusions about how everyone was really receiving him. This is the face of a man who is very deliberately NOT looking behind him.

[feeldresearch]

For most of my life, I’ve been a monogamous good girl, keeping my intimate encounters reserved only for partners I was emotionally attached to. You know, the whole Christian, cis-het normativity that’s been drilled into us since the 1900s. But this year, I decided—since I’ve been single for a while and there’s not a single suitor in sight—that I deserve pleasure without a relationship. Why limit myself when I can explore my needs and fantasies both alone and safely with others?

So, a couple of weeks ago, I opened a Feeld account. I threw up a flirty bio detailing exactly what I was looking for in a sexual encounter, sprinkled in some cheeky but tasteful photos, and hit post.

And within minutes, the floodgates opened. We’re talking 100 likes and 12 pings right off the bat—without even posting a full photo of myself! I thought, Damn, if they knew how fine I was IRL, this app might crash! Letting the ego boost wash over me, I swiped through my options like I was at a kinky Costco, shopping for a stranger to fulfill my research needs.

“No, no, hell no, ew—yikes—maybe, no, gross…oh, wait. Hmm…yes.”

Ok, we got one. I read his profile:

- Black and attractive

- Pleasure dom

- BBC (okay, let’s keep that in mind)

- Experienced in kink

- Big on consent

- Provides aftercare (major bonus points)

Perfect. Just perfect.

I shot my shot with a playful, ego-stroking message:

“Hey sexy, you look like a man who can teach me some things…”

He responded immediately.

“Hey, sweet baby girl. I most certainly can.”

I got nervous because I didn’t expect him to respond so quickly, but here we are. We banter, trading sexy innuendos that get me excited. He asks what I’m doing and if I can come over. I pause, nervous but excited. I tell him I’d prefer to meet at a bar first to check the vibe. He agrees.

I take a quick “everything” shower, shaving all the parts that matter, and scrub my skin until it’s baby soft. I slather on body butter, spritz on perfume, and throw on a cute outfit—low-cut floral half top, jeans, and boots. My Uber arrives, and my heart is pounding. What am I doing? Am I really about to fuck a stranger? I take a deep breath and remind myself: I’m in control. I only do what I want—nothing more.

While in the Uber, I text a close friend with my location and a note “bout to go do some hoe shit, if I don’t text you and say I’m home later, call the police!” She responds “ I got you, be free beautiful.” I arrive at the bar before him because I’m painfully punctual and need a drink to calm my nerves. I order an old-fashioned and gulp it down. No time for sipping—liquid courage is necessary. Halfway through my drink, I realize he doesn’t know what I look like or my name. I check my phone and see a message describing what he’s wearing. I glance left and spot him.

He’s reasonably attractive—nothing extraordinary, but good-looking enough. Tall, dark, well-dressed. I walk over and introduce myself. “Hey, I’m Zahzah.” He looks aloof and says, “That’s nice. I’m meeting someone.”

I reply, “Yeah, it’s me.”

Embarrassed, he says, “Oh, damn, you’re way prettier than I expected!” (Pshhh ikr)

I settle on the stool next to him. We make small talk, though I can’t remember anything he says because the alcohol has kicked in. I stare at him, deep in thought, wondering if I’m going to let him touch me tonight. He misreads my stare as interest and abruptly asks, “Should we get out of here?” I snap back to reality, take a deep breath, and decide, For research purposes, fuck it—let’s do it.

On the walk to his place, I recall his profile. He’s a pleasure dom, so I expect to be pleasured. He’s supposed to be a BBC, so I expect a good stretch. He’s rough, so I’m hoping for some tossing around, maybe a little choking, and gentle but commanding dirty talk. This might actually be fun.

His place is clean and minimally decorated with a nice city view. I put my things down and get comfortable. He offers me water. I take a sip, set it down, and he pulls me to my feet, kissing me passionately, hands all over me. Okay, I’m into this. Clothes come off, layer by layer. He excuses himself to the bathroom. I walk to the window, crack it open, and light a joint. Sex is always better when I’m high—I feel more relaxed and present.

He returns to find me ass up in a chair, blowing smoke out the window. I offer him a hit; he declines. He starts rubbing my ass as I take one more drag and put the joint out. I turn to face him, and we kiss again. He picks me up and carries me to his clean, minimal bedroom, tossing me on the bed like a rag doll. We kiss and touch as he caresses my body, his fingers sliding inside me and then teasing my clit. It feels good—I’m moaning, whispering, “Yes.”

Then he tries to enter me without a condom. I pull back. “Whoa, whoa—get a condom, dude. What the fuck are you doing?”

He sighs (first red flag). “Aw, come on.”

“Put it on. Now.”

He obliges, and I watch him glide it on before easing inside me. He’s kissing me, grinding, and groaning, “Damn, this is too good.”

I giggle because, duh, I know. But also because I expected a BBC, and he’s just… regular-sized. Maybe seven inches. Shrug.

It still feels good, though. He knows what he’s doing. But it’s starting to feel too intimate for a random encounter. I turn over. “I want you from the back.”

He smiles. “Absolutely.”

From this angle, he feels bigger but still not BBC big. I start giggling again. He notices and fucks me harder. I tease him. “Aww, you thought I couldn’t take it? Look at you—out of control in this good pussy.” He bites my neck, and I laugh, fully enjoying the mix of pain and pleasure. He’s moaning about how good it feels and saying he doesn’t want anyone else to have me.

I laugh harder. Bro, you don’t even know me! How are you claiming ownership? But weirdly, I’m into it. I realize I have an ownership kink. I like the feeling of being wanted and possessed. His words, though a second red flag, turn me on more. I start bouncing back on him. Our thrusts are loud, breathless, and intense.

I’m into it, though. I guess a kink I realize I have is an ownership kink. I like the way it feels to be possessed by someone—I like being wanted and owned. So his words (albeit a second red flag) made me wetter, and I start bouncing back on him. Our thrusts are loud and hard. We’re breathless and moaning like crazy, wrestling all over the bed. I don’t know if it’s because I was high or what, but I kept laughing, knowing it was provoking him—making him both angry and turned on at once.

High and deep in pleasure, I keep laughing, provoking him. I want him to dominate me—grab my throat, slap me, and tell me to shut up. The thought excites me. Maybe it’s linked to past trauma, but being roughly dominated like that is a huge turn-on.

The more I laughed, the more aggressively he fucked me. The harder he fucked me, the more I talked shit. “Aww, look at you giving me your all! You thought I couldn’t take this dick, didn’t you? Look at me—taking it. Look at you—losing control.” I kept laughing until he grabbed my throat from behind and, panting breathlessly in my ear, whispered, “This pussy is so fuckin’ good, and it’s mine now. Do you hear me?”

I laughed louder, and he pulled out suddenly, busting on my back. He ran to the bathroom to get a towel. When he returned, I asked, “Where did the fucking condom go?” He wiped me down, tossed the towel, and casually shrugged. “My bad. I took it off. I wanted to feel you from the back.”

I became enraged. “What the fuck?! You can’t be serious. You really fuck strangers raw? What is wrong with you? What’s my name?”

He paused.

“Exactly. You don’t fucking know me!”

I stormed out of the room, grabbed the glass of water, and downed it. As I started gathering my clothes, he came over and grabbed my hand. “Hey, that’s my bad. I don’t know what I was thinking. I wasn’t thinking. I’m so sorry.”

I softened—for reasons I didn’t fully understand. This stranger had just violated me. Maybe I was too high to listen to my own instincts, but I let him talk me back into his bedroom. Before I knew it, I was lying on his bed as he fingered me until I came—once, twice, three times. Utterly spent, I got up to grab more water.

“Just bring the glass in the room,” he yelled out. “You’re gonna need it.”

I returned with the glass, set it down, and crawled up his naked body until I was sitting upright, straddling his mouth. I stared him dead in the eyes and asked, “Are you ready to eat me now?”

He stared back and said, “No, I don’t do that. And I don’t expect you to do it to me either.”

I quickly repeated, “So you don’t eat pussy?”

“NO,” he replied firmly.

“Cool,” I said, hopping off and grabbing my clothes.

“Wait, you’re leaving?” he asked, getting up.

“Yes. I’ve gotten all I need from you,” I said as I ordered an Uber.

“Wait, I can take you home!”

“No way. I already called my car,” I said, slipping on my shoes.

He sighed. “I wanted you to spend the night.”

I kissed his cheek. “I don’t do sleepovers, love.”

We walked to the elevator in silence. He touched my neck and shoulder, grinning. “I left you a little something there,” he said, pointing to the purple hickeys on my skin.

I rolled my eyes, annoyed, and nearly ran off the elevator to get into my Uber. He opened the door and said hopefully, “I’ll see you again soon?”

“Probably not,” I replied, quickly shutting the door.

As the Uber drove off, I opened Feeld and immediately deleted him from my connections. Because seriously—what the fuck am I gonna do with a man who fucks strangers raw and doesn’t eat pussy?

(Note: I got a full-panel STI test after this encounter.)

[emsylovesherbf]

Her first roommate

This story is set in a university accommodation!! And in this story this is like the first time of us meeting and we’re roommates! This is ALL FICTIONAL by the way, none of this has happened irl (i wish it did though). I also don’t bother with grammar/spelling checks because this is only dreams/stuff I think off.

The word count of it is- 2100, or to be accurate 2098

Btw guys is a smut!! And some of the content in it is- degrading, it’s a bit rough, unknown pictures/videos being taken, my bf being pervy, hmm and i don’t quite know what else to say because I don’t know a lot of that stuff T-T

Also lemme know if you would want a continuation on this or something!!

I knocked on the door hoping that someone was already in there as I can hear the tv running through the door, some kind of sport game, you can tell from all the frantic screaming of the broadcasters. I knocked again, harder, because I don’t think the girl on the other side heard. “Yeah I’m coming, i’m coming chill” A guys voice from the other side of the door was heard. “oh am i sharing with a boy??” I thought to myself, really confused as I thought that wasn’t allowed. As the door opened my suspicions were right about the person being a guy. “Ahhh you must be my new roommate!!” He said excitedly, reaching his hand out for a handshake. “Yeah I am!! My names Emmi!” I replied to him in the same manner, hoping to make the best first impression I can. “Aww that’s a super cute name, I’m Dominik. Let me help you with your bags” Dominik said whilst reaching out to grab my suitcases. Walking in behind him and closing the door he began talking to me about how he hasn’t had a roommate for a while, “Yeah it’s actually super cool to have a roommate, I haven’t had one since my friend graduated last year” He told me, I thought how that must be super boring for him though, being all alone in uni accommodation. “Annnddd this is our room, that’s your side of the bedroom” Pointing towards a plain white bed with a plain white wall to match. “Decorate it however you like just don’t mess around with my side though, if you want after you’re done setting up you can come in the living room with me and watch the boxing” Dominik offered to me. ‘At least he’s trying his hardest to make me feel comfortable’ I thought to myself, thinking how sweet he seems, hopefully we’ll be friends. “Yeah of course!! I also brought my playstion from back home… maybe I could set it up to the tv there too later?” I asked him as maybe we could play some games together and bond more. “Sure, like I said just do whatever!”

Finally i’ve finished decorating my side of the bedroom, i’ve got my pink flowery bedsheets with one matching pillow case and the other pillow is just some random spare pillow sheet I found back home. I’ve got my posters up on the wall and all my notebooks and stationary stuff on the desk at the bottom of my bed. “Wooooww your side looks pretty cool emsy!” He comment whilst leaning against the doorframe. He had this tight black shirt on that was all tight around his muscles. Seeing him like that made my tummy fill up with butterflies and make my cheeks all pink. “Oh haha thanks, it’s literally everything from my bedroom at my parent’s house. I like the nickname domsy” I said back to him, trying my hardest to match his energy and not make it seem like I had gotten all shy. He just stood there and smirked, “Well you gonna do your playstion or what?? Wanna see what kinda games you got on there” Everything he kept saying just made the butterflies even worse and made me even more shyer. “Yeah!! I’ve-I’ve got it right here!” I picked up my old ps4 and began walking towards him. Once he noticed me walking to him he turned around and went and sat down the couch. “If you need any help setting it up just ask. Oh yeah!! the plug socket is behind the desk thing that the tv is on, so you kinda gotta get down and put your arm through that gap in the middle there, you can put your ps on the shelf too where that gap is.” Offering all the help he can from just sitting down and scrolling on his phone. I placed the playstion down onto the coffee table whilst i got onto my knees so i’d be able to set it up in the little gap. Once I placed the ps4 on the little shelf like Dominik said I had to go on my hands and knees to try and fit my arm through the gap and plug it in. The whole time Dominik was watching Emmi getting down on her knees and then down on her hands and knees arching her pretty back. Watching her do all this made his cock hard. While she was distracted looking for that plug he began touching his cock through his trousers while trying to make pictures of her while she’s bent over on her knees right infront of him. “Heyyyy dominik I can’t find that plug you’re talking about do you think you could help me?” I asked still crawling around on my hands and knees moving sides to find it. “Uhhh yeah look it’s right infront of you right there” He said not wanting to have her move from this position, she was bent right in front of him, her butt facing him. He took his pictures of her, saving them for later. He decided to take a video this time, he started the video off with him rubbing his cock through his trousers for a few seconds and then standing up and walking towards her, film the girl bent over infront of him now. He placed the camera down onto the coffee table, leaning it against the square lamp. Dominik then got down onto his knees behind her and pressed his cock against her backside. He bent over ontop of her to point where the plug was, “It’s right there you silly face!!” While saying that he pushed his cock harder against her. “Oh-oh yeah I-I see it now” Emmi began stuttering as she felt what he was pressing against her now wet pussy. When she plugged her console in she pushed further against his big fat cock trying to please herself a little. But once Dominik saw her pushing herself against him he stood up. “It’s getting kinda late emsy, oh yeah!! is it okay if I call you that by the way ?” Well at least he asked because i’m not really one on nicknames other than em. “uhmmm suuuree you can..” I said my tone full of confusion, still trying to make up my mind if I like the name or not. “Well then, emsy, it’s getting kinda late maybe we should order some takeway or something” He offered to pay for the takeaway as a treat for me as it being my first day, but making sure that I pay him back for it soon though.

We were sitting on the couch right next to each other looking at his phone choosing what to order in. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened, it kept making my tummy fill up with butterflies and make my panties even more wet. But it just seems like he wasn’t even affected by any of it. “Sooo emsy what you thinking we got, pepes, mc donald’s, kfc, taco bell…” My eyes lit up at taco bell, I haven’t had that for AGES and it’s my favourite by far. “Definitely taco bell, let’s get that!! It’s my favourite omg it’s so freaking yummy!!” I suggested that, hopping up and down on the couch, hoping he’d get it for us. I saw him pressing on the taco bell selection on the app and ordering two volcano burrito boxes. “Ahhh thank you so much Dominik!!” I hugged him trying to show him how much I appreciated this act.

“Omg i’m sooo stuffed” I said falling onto my back on the couch. “Come on!! you gotta eat more emsy! you’ve still got your taco left” He said while shaking my legs. “No no I can’t!! plus that’s the worst part, I ate all my favourites” I complained with my arm resting over my face, trying to rest my body from all the food I just ate. “Oh yeah? Well maybe we should head to bed and rest our bodies if you’re so stuffed” Dominik said whilst rubbing my legs up and down, each time his hand would go up it would inch closer and closer to where I wanted him not so long ago.

“Emsy, I think you forgot one thing you know” He said, we were both in bed by now surrounded by nothing but the darkness. “Ughh what is it? I’m trying to sleep you know” I answered back full of attitude and annoyance from being woken up while trying to fall asleep. “You gotta pay me back for today” He began walking towards me. “But I know it’s all late right now and both our phones are charging, so maybe you can pay me back some other way..” By now Dominik was sat on the edge of my bed rubbing up my arm and then down my waist to my hips. Every time he touched my body it made my pussy the wettest it’s ever been. “Oh? I’ll pay you back another way then domsy, don’t you worry” I replied back to him, my voice had gone all sultry by now. Sitting up to face him to lean in for a kiss to start making out with him but he pushed me back down onto my tummy. He began to rub all over my back and then down to my butt while rubbing his bare cock over my butt. He moved a little more down and rubbed the tip of his fat cock against my leaking pussy, he slowly began pushing in me and I let out moans that I never even knew I could do. “Yeah? You like that baby? like it when I shove my fat cock in your pussy” Dominik said with a deep voice almost as if his whole demeanour changed. He pushed his cock all the way to deepest part inside my pussy, hitting all the best spots making me moan out his name. Once he had heard that he placed his hand in my hair wrapping his fingers around random strands and then shoving my face into the pillow and then using me all rough and hard like it’s the last time he’d be able to fuck me like this. “Ooohhh you’re so good emsy, you’re my special good girl, feeling all perfect like this..” Even he started moaning now from the feeling of my pussy gripping around his fat cock. “Yeah yeah that’s what you are my good girl aren’t you my baby?” He kept repeating that stuff, it turned me on so much the way spoke to me, the way he held me, he held me like he never wants to let me go. “Omg this is what you get for teasing me bend over and arching that pretty little back of yours right front of me, you know what you were doing didn’t you? Cause you just wanna be fucked by me, wanted to show your pretty body off without taking your clothes off” I couldn’t even reply to him, it just felt so so so good, only moans of his name and moans kept screaming out from my mouth. “That’s right let everyone here know that only i’ll be able to use your perfect slutty body, they’ll be able to see walk around with your waist out in those low rise jeans and small tops but they’ll know that your just my cute little slut aren’t you baby?” He said pulling me back up by my hair. “yeah yeah i am domsy!!” I moaned out, his cocked stretched my pussy too good to even concentrate on what he was saying to me. “Oh yeah? What are you then emsy?” It was almost like he testing me, knowing nothing but his cock was on my mind. “I’m your-your special li-l-little slut dommy!!” I screamed out as he hit this spot in me I didn’t even know existed. “My good girl, you’re my good girl right? only mine”

[blood-starved-beast]

Today seems to be a Shadow Campaigns posting day but - I just love the way Winter is written with regards to her gender and sexuality. Besides the fact that Winter is first and foremost written as a competent, multifaceted yet flawed person is not lost on me and definitely a lot the heavy lifting as to why her character is good imho. But!! Just how Wexler handles the whole "hiding gender in otherwise sexist society preventing this job option" thing with her is just *chef's kiss*

The books make it clear first and foremost why this is a thing that Winter must do early on in Book 1. There are creeps in the army like Davis, and then you have the Gallants like Marcus who would do nothing more than shield women such as Winter from the horrors of war. Winter especially early on is constantly agonizing about this and worried especially about discovery. And that bleeds into her relationships with her fellow rankers at first (but also justified, as they are Exhibit A of why she's doing this in the first place) and even when she's Sergeant a bit and even later as a General. She isn't as personable directly with people cause she spent so much time guarding this secret and keeping herself closed off. She's not gonna change over night! (Sidenote: Jane being introduced both complicates and intrigues all of this. Fascinating. Also Cyte helps lower that guard as does Bobby and all the Girls' Own). She cannot fight back when the rankers pick on her cause if she gets dirty they might discover she doesn't have a dick! Or bathing, or even something simple as recursive crossdressing are things she's thinking about.

There's how Winter constantly is turning and turning in her head about her gender and how comfortable (or not!) she feels about her gender. Cause Vordan has pretty traditional roles when it comes to women (while simultaneously showing that while those roles existed in ideals, they don't always plan out in practice, especially not amongst the lower classes). A question Winter always asks herself or is presented with is what does she plan to do post-war? It's agonizing for her, cause at one point she's comfortable where she is! She's alright being some nobody dude ranker if it means stability. The alternative is maybe housewife? Does she want that? (No.)

It says so much that she thinks this way - she was raised by Mrs. Wilmore and the Prison after all! What comes to mind for her is very limited. It almost comes off as seemingly trans egg in a way. Her experience is so defined by these traditionalist roles - she cannot conceptualize herself outside of them, lowkey resulting in someone who is implied transgender but cannot 100% be identified as such cause of said cultural context. It's a fascinating way to handle a character as being a product of their society. Just love that.

And it plays into how she explores her sexuality. We learn in book 4 that homophobia in some capacity does exist in Vordan. Albeit in a different histocultural context than irl. Winter isn't really aware of that, cause that's something prudish you-will-be-sold-off-in-marriage-to-a-man conservative Wilmore Prison wardens would never discuss. She essentially roles into her relationship with Jane, never really questions it, while simultaneously being the most Lesbian imaginable. And man, it's lowkey hilarious how this aspect of her both strengthens and lowkey doesn't help her disguise - she is so unconcerned with things like dicks or heterosexual innuendos or anything else a straight person might pick up. Being so fucking gay and horny probably has heteronormative people in the army who aren't close to her being like - hmm she can't be a woman she's clearly into women like a guy. Except she is not. She into women in a clearly and distinctly homosexual way that's just one facet of her character.

Also really like that she's casually horny. Staring at Sothe undressed, being jealous of various people, staring at tits on statues and art, casually offering to do it with Cyte no questions asked. Also I love how when presented with how homophobia is normally described here (the Tyrant's Disease - ok but Wexler explain how that came to be??) she's like "Huh. idk I like women not gonna change" which happens in book 4 when she's already had a good deal of character development and confidence in her competence. Good for her! Anyways this horny aspect of her character is handled so well and so not titillating to the reader - she's not a creep but she is a lesbian with eyes ok? She's not blind or asexual. You don't realize how rarely even in literature outside of x content it is to see sexuality explore casually like this and not like, described as weird.

Also I really love how natural Winter's gender reveal is handled in the books. It's something that happens gradually over time. She either meets people who know her beforehand, or the circumstances change so that Winter becomes more relaxed in her gender without extreme repercussions. Normally these kinds of "oh you're a girl!!" reveals are done with much drama and while that can be done interestingly it's clear it wasn't something the books wanted to tackle and smartly didn't. It also adds to general pragmatism of the books as well. Pretty sure all or most of the army that interacted with Winter likely knew in some capacity that she's genderqueer (without knowing the term) by the end of book 4, but cause of circumstances (and how war does build camaraderie amongst same-side soldiers) there's this general acceptance of it. Winter is so competent and respected by then, no one is gonna speak out against her even if she is trans or a woman hiding. It wouldn't be right, a ranker might say.

IDK idk I've rambled enough as is. There's so much more to discuss of course (how the Infernivore and her gender both parallel and reinforce her arc about coming into her own skin as a person), how these tie into the themes of the Shadow Campaigns and its worldbuilding. The way the ending (to me) leaves it open about whether Winter could be an Egg even if she accepts herself as a woman at this moment. But I'll stop for now. Anyways if you managed to get here please read the Shadow Campaigns. It's not perfect but it's definitely fun and interesting and competently written.

[universal-kitty]

Hurm, hurm, blog thoughts... Probably gonna get a little personal, but I keep idly spinning my wheels on what I'm doing with this blog.

Like. There's the Tumblr Scare to consider. Still thinking I'll likely move my fics to Ao3, since I don't want to lose them, and I'd almost rather bet on their longevity compared to Tumblr's rn. (Especially under current ownership; maybe...just maybe....someone else should take the reign. I would love to believe staff is as kindly as ex-staff say they are, but everything abt what happened prior still keeps me nervous.)

But there's also IRL stuff going on in my personal life that's... Hmm.

As mentioned before, continuing to look into OSDD as a possible diagnosis for what I've been going through almost all of my life. I thought it was quite normal- based on where and how I entered Fandom- to have characters in your head that spoke to you. They lived your life with you, offering commentary, and etc. Funnily enough, it was only "studying" fickin that I realized there was something else going on there....and that also led to alterhumanity (and geez, did that explain twenty more things-) and THAT is what led to plurality.

...Which has also been a journey and a half, considering my therapist can only do so much. I did the MID, it's just talking about this through parts language and...basically awaiting an appointment- in some future time- to get answers. (I want them, but am unsure if I want an on-paper diagnosis... Suppose we'll see if it means the difference between obtaining specific therapy for this.)

And THAT'S only relevant cause some F/Os are also fictives. Or were F/Os that became introjects, due to the comfort they gave me. (I will not specify who, for personal reasons. If you're curious, I may be willing to entrust my system blog to those who inquire for it.)

OH, and I made it into an apartment!!! That's so incredibly new to me. Nice, but trying to catch this space up with what's needed is...tricky.

Boyf and I have a lot of stuff- put together- and so trying to mentally assemble where shelves will go to bring it all together... Y'know? (But I'm excited to put some lowkey shrines together for certain faves.)

...Other misc. stuff I can't remember now. Reworking my self-inserts on the [quiet] side. Uhhhh, vtubing ideas. More lore for said SIs and ships, and also messing around with certain ideas that could streamline some of my Thoughts?? (We'll see on this. I'm hemming and hawing over it, since idk if this is From Me or outside influences again... Yes, I'm being vague!! I'm allowed.)

Anyways, that's my little update!! I've got drabbles I can post again, at some point, but... Real goal is to eventually post stories again. Esp so I can streamline the commission process, going forward.

(...In the meantime, I am ages behind writing for my LoZ stuff-)

[ippenx]

A3! Act 2 Thoughts (2) | Reread

MISUMI VOICE MISUMI VOICE MISUMI VOICE

Hmm, actually not totally sure on this one chief. A contently dwelling Misumi is a powerful thing.

That is actually hilarious, good job Matsukawa.

Muku my beloved ….

THEY JUST BARGED INTO HIS ROOM, TOTAL STRANGERS, AND HE OFFERS TRIANGLES? Oh my god Misumi baby you are too sweet for this world.

Izumi love, I guarantee you it is far from a normal guy.

I loved this scene in the anime so much, like the whole follow up chase and jumping around, they really gave Misumi SO MUCH LIFE!!! Stage play too, with obvious limitations of IRL physics.

Misumi happened to your onigiri. I’m much sorry, Citron.

OKAY NOW I’VE HAD A THOUGHT.

This is the thought, that is all. In this post we learn that Run With The Wind was really a Mankai Sports AU from the start, I mean, the Izumi and Haiji parallels are STRONG. Of course the first thing to do when spotting a delinquent is to inquire about their interest in your particular hobby that you’re trying to get off the ground and into professional shape, and then housing them so that they may become a successful member of your team. I have connected the dots!

Half Kazureact, half wholesome and cute.

BURGLAR FRIEND, oh Citron. Just feeding onigiri to stray cats. I adore you.

The MisuKazu celeb and manager etude, awwwwuwuuuuuuuu *sobbing*

OUCH! FUCKING OUCH!!! Writers????? WHY WAS THIS NECESSARY WHO HURT YOU???? *holds Misumi even though I think it’s me that needs holding*

Misureact?

AND THEY WERE BUDDIES! It’s also like … you can tell this was just shallow on Kazu’s part as are all his relationships at this point but Misumi just genuinely runs with it and is happy to have a friend …

Has … has Muku met fangirls? Sounds like he has.

Tsuzuru: collapsed Muku:  ambulance?! Misumi: nothing a little rice and a triangle can’t solve.

As someone who’s seen young TV repairmen be confused about what the hell a VCR player/recorder is … Matsukawa, I feel you.

Buff Muku hours … I’m so curious about more of his track team life!!!

… even more Run With The Wind parallels? Hmm. Something something crossover fic ….

I am SO GLAD Izumi suggests inviting the whole track team to the play so that Muku can see he has their support too!

Hehe.

Geez. You, you’re getting the bonked upside the head with a cactus treatment, sir. How dare you.

He really does have some weird authority/seniority thing going on or something.

Offshoot thought but. Can you imagine if Izumi was voiced? I would die.

Enjoy your first and last camp without Sakyo’s immediate budgeting oversight.

Thanks a bunch, Tsuzuru. Much appreciated.

Sounds like a challenge. Anyone wanna be legendary parasites with me?

Oh to be rewarded with a triangle for reading the 1001 Nights stories to get in character.

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🎶🙋‍♀️❌🎯💖💌💥

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

Yess I do! Normally it's the Avatar 2 soundtrack (faves are From Darkness to Light, The Spirit Tree and ofc The Songcord). If I'm really living life on the edge I'll listen to either my modern au playlist or my generic Spider playlist. Normally I write best without though 💔

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

Yasss, I met most of my best irl friends (of several years) on Tumblr/AO3! We've stayed friends and outgrown various fandoms together. So ofc they know I write fic. I literally live with someone whose fic I loved so much that I commented on and just... became close friends with over the years.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

In this fandom, romance. I'm just not into it 🤷‍♀️

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

Hmm... I don't think so? Some things are fairly obvious, and I think the general direction of the fics are quite clear, but normally what people comment or send asks about, I try and incorporate into the fic anyway 💞

💖 What made you start writing?

I wanted to see the missing scenes between Spider and Quaritch! I literally wrote about 700 words straight into a tumblr post one day, and that's how If You Playing Me was born! I never expected it to be full book length!

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

Love them! Give me all the comments!! 🙌🏻🙏🏻😍 They give me life! It reminds me that there might be people out there who genuinely love reading some of the stories I put out 🥺💞💙💞💙

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

I think that on the internet, with strangers, you should only critique people's work/art when they have explicitly asked for it. Otherwise it comes across as rude, despite the fact you may have their best interests at heart. I would never dream of suggesting improvements to anybody else's work, and don't expect people to offer unsolicited advice on mine either. I'm really lucky - no one has really tried to offer me criticism, and those that have, have at least tried to do it nicely 🥰 It's all for fun and I'm not here to take it too seriously! 🥰😎

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[caterjunes]

quick ideasdump under the cut.

these won't be coherent or organized yet. thoughts subject to change before finalization

first things first i am not catholic anymore but i WAS raised catholic so. we've got some stuff to draw from there.

to become a magical girl, you are visited by an angel in a vision. it takes you to the Garden (of Eden) and gives you the option to eat a fruit from the Tree of Life, granting you power and increasing the presence of your Divine Spark

you are tasked with aiding God in her war against the Serpent/Dragon by fighting demons. these demons squirm through cracks in reality and attempt to seize the Divine Spark from people/meaningful things. you send them to Hell and return the Divine Spark to its holder, setting up a nice monster-of-the-week format (classic sailor moon shit! lull 'em into a false sense of security)

we get to have some fun with a demon or three. you get familiar with your magical girl form, complete w/ Holy Weapon & miracles. if you die you get another vision of the Garden and can choose to eat of the fruit of the Tree of Life to return to the battle

at some point the Serpent appears and offers a fruit from the Tree of Knowledge. not sure what this would do yet. maybe grant a new miracle in exchange for a permanent stat debuff (symbolizing the strain on your relationship with God)

eventually you defeat the Serpent herself and cast her into Hell as well

bc this is anime bullshit we HAVE to have a twist that leaves you reassessing the foundational assumptions you made of the world & the story. AND we have to attack & dethrone God.

you learn (somehow?) the God of this world is a false god (demiurge) of an imperfect universe, cradled within a much vaster Divinity

she is engaged in a battle against the forces of the True God (the Monad 🔘) acting through the Serpent (aka Sophia/Wisdom), and is trying to keep to herself the Divine Spark she stole & infused her creation with, like a petulant child.

this is based on some sort of gnosticism-adjacent cosmogony/metaphysical structure. as far as i can tell the irl gnostic movement (from the 1st & 2nd centuries) was Real jesus-y and antisemitic so. we're making up some alternate theology. don't worry about it.

the "demons squirming through cracks in reality" were in fact divine beings entering the demiurge's universe from the Monad's realm. it was fucked up that they were like. unmaking ppl tho. hmm.

oh i think probs you defeat the Serpent and then the demiurge casts YOU into Hell as well, bc you've served your purpose

anyways then you have to i think lead a jailbreak out of Hell, freeing the Serpent and also engaging in a christ-like harrowing of hell -> anastasis (resurrection)

and now you get to fight & dethrone god! and also maybe broker a peace treaty w/ the Monad through Sophia, hopefully??

some other thoughts:

i think the demiurge appears as a magical girl in a dress that appears white but is in fact scintillating of every color (like saruman's), while the Monad is a single sphere of True White Light. i'll give someone a prism and note that the demiurge's white light breaks into a rainbow but the Monad's does not

this has many simultaneous purposes: a hint that the demiurge, like saruman, is Maybe Not A Good Guy; a sign that the Monad is pure, indivisible, incorruptible; a hint that the Monad is, due to Its nature 🔘, incapable or unwilling to see shades and hues of morality; a reminder that the trope of White Is Good is a complicated one, hopefully

obvs the angels need to be Biblically Accurate (tm) - wheels & faces & eyes & lions & wings & flames & hands

for the Serpent, the demiurge, and other cosmic beings, i think there should be a vibe of the witches in pmmm - like this is something that doesn't Belong in this universe, and your perception of it is warped & unreal

possessed by the urge to run a magical girls ttrpg campaign

[ezrasimp]

my friend and I watched ofmd last night and I wanted to share her reactions

(The highlights without context are on my twitter (@pip82937) in case you want to see them without context first coz I think quotes are funnier if you have no clue what’s going on aha)

Episode 1: 

- (‘I should have 20 kills by now’) “Me in Apex [Legends].”

- (’Alright! Places everyone!’) “Stede is such a theatre kid.”

- (When the crew fight the British) “Any of Jay’s (our irl friend) parties.”

- (End of episode 1 when Stede is reading Pinocchio to the crew) “They’ve matched up that lighting really well.”

Episode 2: 

- (Izzy turns up) “Oh, I know you. [Derogatory]”

- (’A diversion, that’s what we need’) “[Quoting Moana] “As a diverrrsion!”

- “There’s something about Con O’Neill’s voice that scracthes an itch in my brain.”

Episode 3: 

- (Hornberry gets splattered with water) “Man just got baptised.” 

- (‘Someone buy my booty!’) “Blackbeard suddenly appears.” 

- (‘One piece of silver’s me bid.’) “One Piece?!”

- (Lucius doing the opening speech for Stede) “Lucius has never reminded me of Harrison (another irl friend) more.”

Episode 4:

- (‘I haven’t died yet.’ ‘Yeah ‘cause that makes sense.’) “He’s a fucking mood, Izzy, I dunno what you’re on about.”

- (Izzy walks away after Ed and Stede swap clothes) “He’s clearly not happy.”

- (‘I don’t know what to do!’) Me: “Me doing anything ever.”                 Her: “You stole the words right out of my mouth, you fucker.”

- (The lighthouse scene) “Oh I remember this, you showed me this.”

- (‘The only retirement we get is... death.’) “I want that.”

Episode 5:

- (Sees the guy get chucked to the other side of the boat before the title appears) “Me.”

- (Stede explaining passive aggression to Ed) “That’s an awfully autistic way of explaining it.” 

- (‘But I’ve decided to carry myself like I’m cute’) “Another incredibly Harrison thing to say.”

- [Completely speechless at ‘Ooo daddy’]

- (‘My name’s Mr Hands, First Mate Hands...’) “Mr Hand-Job, ha!”

- (‘Gaston!’) “Gaston? Oh no, hide the eggs!”

- (‘Sometimes a quick death is the best way to end a bad conversation.’) “I agree.”

- (‘This is far too fast, this is far too fast, this is far too fast...’) “Me becoming an adult.”

- (‘Oh Godfrey, stop fingering my dents...’) “Hmm, fingering dents, eh?” (‘You can finger my dents anytime!’) “Oop. [So they were actually going for that?]”

- (‘No, we love a good shanty!’) “[Bad French accent] Shantyyy!”

- (‘Hang on, that’s passive aggression.’) “Wow, that’s incredibly autistic.”

- (‘Have you ever been sketched?’) “Don’t offer to sketch him; offer to choke him.”

- (‘Because I think you met... at birth.’) “OOOP!”

- (‘What did you do to them?’ ‘Passive aggression.’) “Stede looked so evil then.”

- (The Moonlight/You Wear Fine Things Well scene) “Ezra, your mic is muted but I can still hear you sobbing.” (I was)

- (End of ep 5) “I’m really getting into this now.”

Episode 6: 

- (‘Stab me’) “This is highly suggestive but I think that’s the point.”

- (‘I don’t feel fear.’) “Edgy.”

- (Ed comes down on wires) “Looks like a fun time... just needs a bit of alcohol.”

- (‘Or as I like to call it, the Art of Fuckery’) “Summary of my life.”

- (‘They’re just pets.’ [Fang starts crying]) “I love Fang.”

- (‘I think Mr Bonnet’s theatrical skills are finally honed.) “He’s trying to get you killed Stede.”

- (‘Lucius, we’ve got a fuckery on our hands!’) “I was about to take a sip of my tea and I’m so glad I didn’t.”

- (‘Kinda like a dead person smell?’) “The fandom by the time season 2 is finally announced.”

- (Stede shouting ‘Fuck!’) “Me.”

- (‘It’s just a dream! It’s all a dream, come back!’) “[Laughing] A dream?!”

- (‘You’re a fucking killer, bro. So kill!’) “Alpha Males’ morning routine.”

- (‘I thought I heard laughter.’ ‘No, those were screams!’) “[Ungodly sound]” Me: “You okay there?” Her: “I nearly spat out my tea.”

- (Lucius cutting his own finger) “Nice one!”

- (The Kraken tentacles up against the window) “He’s gonna start crying.” 

- (Ed crawls away) “Me for real.”

- (‘Is that still on the cards, or...?’) “That is also an autistic reaction.”

- (‘...to a fucking duel’) “He did catch the sword to be honest.”

- (‘Stede wins!’) “They’ve come so far since the first episode, they’re happy to see him win. Since the first episode when they were, you know, plotting his murder.”

- “Bye bye sandwich!”

Episode 7: 

- (‘Tatty edges... it’s been around, it’s seen things!’) “Me making maps in primary school.”

- (‘I’d love to be stabbed by Jim.’) “Who wouldn’t? Did you see them in episode 1? I was shook in the best way.” 

- (‘Life is pain’) “Felt that.”

- (Sees the overhead shot of the snake being cooked) “Oh it’s this scene!”

- (I accidentally left my mic on and recited the scene, only realising right at the end) Me: “Did you hear all of that?” Her: “Yep!”

- (‘There are some scraps that didn’t completely burn!’) “Me with my mental health.” (‘No, I think I can fix this!’) “Not me with my mental health.”

- (At the end of the scene where Lucius says ‘That was really sweet’) Me: “Lucius has drip to be honest.”                                                  Her: “Look at those trousers!” [We start laughing]                                    Me: “I know right!”                                                                                Her: “And they look high waisted as well!”

- (‘You should have it [the orange]’) “I mean, it is their tree.”

- (‘La vida es dolor.’) “Agreed.”

- (‘This really is the perfect brandy.’) Me: “You.”                                          Her: “I was about to say me.”

Episode 8: 

- (Swede sleeping in the barrel) “This is like the barrel scene in The Hobbit.”

- (‘Left them to die at the hands of the Spanish?’) “Dun dun dun!”

- (‘Fucking Hornigold!’) “Ha, horny gold.”

- (‘Whip my balls!’) Me: “Him being whipped in the balls was improvised. What’s wrong with him?! [Affectionate]”                                           Her: “He’s a genius.”

- (‘He’d shat everywhere but in the bedpan.’) “Amber Heard.”

- (‘My crew mutinied. Third time it’s happened this year.’) “That sounds like a you problem.”

- (‘Turtle versus crab!’) “I love it. I wanna join. Where do I sign up?”

- (‘Chuck ‘em at eachothers’ heads, it’s hilarious.) “That happened in One Piece.”

- (Stede reading his book while shit happens on deck) “Me reading fanfics.”

- (Karl dies) Me: “Are you laughing?!”                                      Her: “[Laughing hysterically] Yes man! It’s the ridiculousness of it.” 

- (‘Fungina!’) “Vagina?” 

- (Referring to Calico Jack) “What kind of incel is this dude?” 

- (‘Take care mate.’ ‘You’re leaving?’) “Man’s masking so heavily he’s fooling himself.”

- (Lucius walks in on Stede and Olu being sad over their respective loves, done with life) “Same Lucius.”

- (Buttons wailing over Karl) “Me too.”

- (Olivia speaking) Me: “I love how it implies he speaks seagull.”       Her: “Of course he can, did you see that cursed shit he was doing towards Calico Jack? He has the blessing of the seagull God.”

- (‘I wish God had took me instead!’) “Me too!”

- (Ed looking back at the boat) “Look at that pining mess.”

- (The English arrive) “Ru ro raggy. [...] Hang on, how are they so blind that they didn’t see those boats coming? And that’s coming from me!”

- (‘Various stages of fucking each other over!’) “I mean, they are definitely fucking each other, just in a different way.”

- (‘You came back.’ ‘Never left.’) “That was marginally, ever so slightly gay of you. Your heterosexuality was slipping there.”

Episode 9: 

- (Starting episode 9) “Let’s go lesbians, let’s go.”

- (‘I’m a strong reader slash writer’) “Modern AU Lucius writes the dirtiest smut fics you will ever read in your life.” 

- (‘I forgot you were twins’) “Stede is a terrible liar.”

- (Frenchie falls over) “Born for this kind of espionage, yeah.”

- (‘Bit of fanfiction’) “[Almost spitting out tea] BIT OF FANFICTION?!”

- (‘You’re just some bored, little, rich boy.’) “Stab him too.”

- (Stede signs his confession) “Very quick signature.” 

- (Sees Izzy again) “Hello Izzy.”

- (‘The bill has come due.’ ‘No, I don’t wanna die!’) “Same, same, same, same, same.”

- (Izzy gets punched) “Nice! [satisfied]”

- (Chancy being himself) “Stab him!”

- (Crew backing up Stede) “I love them!”

- (‘We talk it through.’) “As a crew!”

- (Chauncy being detained) “Fight! Fight! Fight! Stab him in the other eye!”

- (‘Ten human years?’) “Me reading terms and conditions.”

- (‘Your shirt? Your socks?’) Me: “How domestic.”                                         Her: “I was about to say that!”

- (Izzy now in charge of the Revenge) “I feel bad for these fuckers now.” Me: “Who? The crew or Ivan and Fang?”                                      Her: “Yeah.”

- (‘No rations for a week’) “He’s a cunt.”

- (Beach scene begins, which she’s seen before) “The lighting looks awfully familiar.” 

- (They kiss) “I’m just gonna remind you of how I said they queerbaited baited you.”

- (‘Think up some new names, cool ones’) Me: “‘Cause if he had come up with names, he would have called them both Jeff.”                                    Her: “Oh yeah, definitely. [Laughing]”

- (‘He’s gonna come and wake you up’) “Is that really what’s gonna happen?”

- (Gunshot) Me: “Straight through his other eye.”                           Her: “FUCK YES! [...] Angst AU where Stede dies there and Ed finds his body.”

- (Izzy: ‘What can I do differently? I’m open to suggestions.’) “Everything. Die.”

- (‘Everyone’s got their own style.’) “I love Olu.” 

- (Izzy doesn’t get chucked overboard) “Goddamn it. Is this what blue-balling feels like?”

Episode 10: 

- (‘They have adjusted to the loss of their father far better than expected’) “Let’s not lie; it’s probably ‘cause the most he did with them was play pirates occasionally.”

- (Stede standing in the doorway with his feet out) “Put those grippers away!”

- (‘So, he’s sick but doing well, is the news?’) “Spot on.”

- (Izzy spits his drink on deck) “He’s a proper cunt.”

- (Lucius existing) “He makes the same fucking facial expressions as Harrison.”

- (Mary’s painting comes on screen) “Buttcheeks.”                                 Me: “Do you think they’re basking in moonglow too?”                  Her: “Most likely.”

- (‘I’m in the blanket fort’) “[Laughing] What a mood!”

- (Lucius writing Ed’s lyrics) “[Laughing] He’s so concerned. [Genuine]”

- (‘Someone entirely fictional’) “[Unbelieving] Mmh hmm.”

- (‘What if life just... begins again?’) “Lucius is for real the fucking therapist.”

- (‘You came in late last night.’) “She came in.”

- (Mary’s monologue) “Fair play. [...] Girlboss.”

- (Ed singing) “The entire crew are just looking at him like ‘When’s Stede coming back?’”

- (‘His name is Blackbeard, or Captain’) “Oh piss off. He doesn’t even have the beard anymore.”

- (‘Lucius will be more than happy to write down your lyrics.’) “His face says otherwise.”

- (Izzy being Izzy) “If you’re gonna be angry, go and make your own crew.”

- (‘Murder’s a natural cause.’) “Death is natural no matter how it comes to be so she’s got a point.”

- (Stede telling everyone about Ed at the pub) “They’re all a bit disappointed at that.” [Reads ‘disappointed sounds’ in the subtitles] “Damn I’m genius.”

- (‘I should have let the English kill you.’) “You should’ve let the crew throw you overboard, fucking hell.”

- (‘I serve Blackbeard, not Edward.’) “Okay piss off then, bye bye, nobody will miss you.”

- (Mary hovering over Stede) “My sleep paralysis demon.”

- (That ear shot) “Ew, no, not through the ear!”

- (‘Or just smother me with a pillow?’) “That happened on Game of Thrones.”

- (Replying to me saying how I was going to throw up after Stede said ‘His name is Ed’, clarifying that it was out of happiness, not homophobia) “If you’re homophobic and you get to episode 10 of this series, I don’t know what to tell you.” 

- (‘I’d like a shot’) “Literally.”

- (Mary screams) “A+ acting from Mary there.”

- (‘Is it just me or are they taking an awfully long time to come back?’) “I wonder why that is.”

- (Stede gets hit by a horse) “Yah, they got some good and proper special effects here.”

- (Reaction to Stede’s ‘death’) “Man had a leopard and chose to die by... [Piano falls on corpse] piano, actually. Not horse. The timing of that was great.”

- (Stede rides off) “Season 2 is gonna be full of angst, you realise this?”

- “That was quite enjoyable.”

[sailordiavolo]

feelings on asexuality 💘

as a person who is a hopeless romantic and also on the asexual spectrum i find it hard to want to communicate with people that i am asexual (especially if i like them). mostly it’s a fear of rejection thing, and about feeling apprehensive towards possible preconceived notions on asexuality being imposed upon me. so it’s also a fear of being misunderstood.

in terms of dating, i almost never seek people out; meaning i don’t really go on dating apps or try to find anyone. i just let people fall into my life and see what happens.

what this also means is that when you meet people irl, you don’t really have a whole “what genre of lgbt are you” conversation right off the bat. people don’t really ask for pronouns most of the time. most people you meet irl also aren’t chronically online and you even get people who’ll go, “yeah i’m straight/bi/pan/gay” and not even know what those words really are.

the average person doesn’t take the time to educate themselves on matters of sexuality and gender identity unless it applies to them. so i guess, i would hate to tell someone that i’m asexual and for them to form an idea in their brain that then associates me with Sheldon Cooper. might die instantly if that happens

in all seriousness, i’ve done a lot of questioning & soul-searching on this subject. i’m at a really comfortable place with my sexual trauma to the point where it doesn’t control me, i’m okay with talking openly about it and i don’t get flashbacks anymore (i have ptsd & c-ptsd). suppose i’ve done a lot of therapy to get me to this point, and now i have a new perspective to offer.

i love things that i didn’t know were possible to love. physical touch, for example. a while ago i was dancing at a club & this random guy starts singing and dancing with me with his face pressed against my cheek. cutest thing ever. i actually have a newfound appreciation for men & the things they do. if you’re not afraid of them, your experience of them is completely different.

i like sex, but i find it hard to let go. i’ve never had sex for the sake of emotional bonding, so i don’t know what that’s like, and all the sex i’ve ever had has been transactional, full of hate or fear. and it was really caused by my huge fears around emotional intimacy, which is why my experiences tended to happen like that.

from my current standpoint, i’m not afraid of any of those things anymore, my experiences now are sure to be different. happier, emotionally connected, etc. even sounds fun and like something i could probably look forward to.

except that i still don’t really care that much. as it shockingly turns out: sexual trauma doesn’t actually cause asexuality. all that soul-searching to come back to a roundabout same conclusion, except i’ve gone from sex-negative to sex-positive, and i’m probably bordering more along the lines of grey ace or demisexual. something like that, although it’s actually not so important to me anymore to have the perfect label that describes my whole experience. it’s alright to think; hmm, yeah, good enough.

mechanically speaking, i don’t find people sexually attractive based on their looks or bodies. someone i initially thought was unattractive or uninteresting can become the most attractive, beautiful & sexy thing to me if they show me a bit of their personality. i think bodies are just a part of who someone is, and i find people attractive based on a more holistic look at who they are, and i think i’ve always been that way.

also: people who i do tend to be attracted to are people who are just like me. in fact, the more like me they are, the more attractive i find them. so i admit i’m very far up my own ass.

the fear of rejection i have around being openly asexual is kinda silly. i think i just don’t want people to know a label before they know me, you know?

when choosing media representation to affiliate me with, consider looking past obvious big bang theory choices and instead think about spongebob squarepants or jughead jones.

[put-the-cry-in-cryptid]

Rating 🧱brick🧱 emojis on a cryptid blog just because!

Okay let’s get right into it.

Apple

Not bad! Im a fan of the subtle texture and color choice! I don’t know how I feel about having the second brick leaning on the first one? Idk seems like she depends on others too much and I feel like she could use a confidence boost.

8/10 give the bricks independence

Google

Eh. It’s just not great. I get what they were goig for and it has potential to be used in those emojis pixel arts along side these types of emojis 🌆🌁🌠🌃🌄, however it would only look good on Google devices.

6/10 I just feel like they should have not gone down the square image route.

Samsung

What the fuck. Why are they shiny?? They look like a bunch of rectangle jelly beans. And if you look closely, they all have the same texture?? So lazy, just a bunch of the same brick offer and over again??

2/10 No two brick is the same and I wanna see that represented!!

Microsoft

Wow... this is... so elegant. The isossymetric design works really well. I love the color choices too!! The blueish hues of the shadows and the soft orangy reds complement each other beautifully. However, there is not enough texture!! Texture in bricks is what adds character and right now they are completely lacking! And the thick black outline is really cramping my style.

7/10 So much potential was lost here, these bricks could have been stars. I want to love them but alas...

WhatsApp

Gross. What were they thinking?? Just so putrid. Where is the light source?? Because the outside of the brick says one things and the holes point a completely different direction. The colors are gross and muddy.

1/10 would never use this emoji

Twitter

Hmm. Interesting. I really get where they were going with this but it just did not work out. The shadows are too bright of a red for the pale mid tones and the holes look wonky. He needs some color correction.

4/10 I like the beveled edges and simple style but he doesn’t have much going for him.

Facebook

Jesus fucking christ. Are you kidding me. What are these foam blocks doing in this brick review? Absolutely abhorrent.

0/10 I wish I could throw this brick at the designer of it but sadly it is made of foam

Joypixels

These icons are what Microsoft aspired to be. Microsoft bricks crawled so Joypixel bricks could soar. The composition of them is great, having three bricks instead of two really helps balance everything. Instead of being insecure like the Apple brick these bad bitches exude confidence. The subtle cracks really inspire you to be great through your imperfections.

100/10 the best brick emoji

OpenMoji

Oh? Oh yeah?? Fuck you. Despicable and an affront to graphic design.

-3/10 never make an emoji again

Emojipedia

Samsung’s uncharacteristic shitty shine and Facebook’s dumbass texture had a love child who no one could love. Looks like if you put a low res, high contrast Cheeto texture on a brick in Roblox. If someone handed me this brick irl I would mistake it for something edible and then break my fucking teeth. Misleading and a danger to public safety, I would have no obligations to jailing anyone who uses this emoji.

-1000000/10 burn in hell

Thanks for reading and no I don’t take constructive criticism 🧱🧱🧱

[ravenkinnie]

TW: Drugs, substance abuse, murder, violence, the Punisher

Another potentially unpopular opinion I've seen on here (and one that I'll actually rant about) is that, Jason is the only good vigilante in the Batfam because he kills people (think the direct quote is "unlike those other feckless bitches" and something like "when you get saved by Red Hood, you know that you'll never have to worry about getting attacked by the same person again". I don't know how to explain to people that killing the type of criminals Jason killed in canon is wrong and harmful (thinking about the 80 Blackgate prisoners he poisoned - hmm you know the American prison system is pretty fucked up i'm sure they all totally belonged there /s). Like. Jason killing the Joker is one thing, but he literally hasn't killed the Joker - Dick did that, Bruce tried to, but Jason hasn't. But like some people make it out like oh, Jason being a killer is fine because he only kills people that deserve it - who, tell me who he's killing? Sex offenders and drug dealers seems to be the most common reply. And I won't touch the sex offenders but drug dealers? Have you heard of the War on Drugs? Have you seen what happens when people in power decide it's okay to openly promote the killing of drug dealers? I don't understand why people think it's fine for Jason Todd to go around killing drug dealers, as if they don't have families, don't have other things that put them in a bad situation. There's a reason why cops in the US (idk if they do this elsewhere) use the Punisher skull as their emblem - and if you advocate for a Jason Todd that punishes criminals, don't be surprised when the right wing weaponizes him against minorities and the red hood helmet starts to get painted on cop cars.

I wrote a paper on the Norwegian prison system which rehabilitates and releases even the "worst" of criminals and just... I live in the US and it seems like we (specifically white people) have such little compassion for anyone who commits crime. Even after the War on Drugs, even after we learned it was a scam, people fall for the crime and punishment rhetoric time after time. Like I live in a suburb where people are so scared of drug dealers my mom literally called our neighbor because someone cut through our yard (and she thought he looked high or something idk). Which I get it, my cousin died from a fentanyl overdose, I understand you don't want that near your kids. But incarcerating or killing drug dealers is not the answer, and I can't stand it when people take that stance on Jason. You can try to explain the 8 drug dealer heads in a duffle bag any way you want, but at the end of the day, I think the batfamily fandom needs to be more careful addressing this issue because demonizing drugs/drug dealers/drug users is literally one of the ways the American government destroys black communities.

And to think, the Jason Todd stan that this opinion came from replied to me because I commented on how Jason likes to run around in Dick's old clothes - something that has absolutely no bearing on his morals, other than he's thrifty which is a good thing actually, something like 85% of clothes ends up in landfills. Sorry for the rant, you asked for it. Sorry if anyone who sees this likes Jason Todd and is offended, you're not bad for liking him, he has an interesting story, just please don't advocate for murdering common criminals, specifically drug dealers.

AAAHHH NOO BUT IVE SEEN SOME OF MY MOOTS DISCUSS THIS BEFORE

sorry it's late and fucking hot I don't have the most comprehensive reply dbdnhd and I do acknowledge that at the end of the day this is fiction but opinions real people hold come from SOMEWHERE - and I think we have a very ingrained belief that crime/bad deed has to be punished and that there are good and evil people and good people only do bad things when influenced by evil people which is exactly the core of jason's belief - and that's interesting for a batfam character, a former robin!! I like when him and bruce are contrasted based on ethics but I don't like when it's meant to show that jason is right and bruce is wrong

batman is an extremely popular and fascinating character because at his core lies the idea that systems that are in place to 'protect' people are corrupt and it's down to individuals who can do something to go against them and look out for others - that's something that will resonate with people even if irl solution can't be to dress up as a bat and beat tf outta people shdhhshs

I have two points to make here:

a) I'm straight up a fucking anarchist who lives in the woods, thinks aliens are listening, and doesn't trust the government but I don't believe systems are corrupt, I believe they operate the way they are meant to operate to punish and control the populations that the system needs to be controlled to keep up the status quo - war on drugs is such a good example for that. drug dealer also exists as this boogeyman, this idea of an evil person waiting to corrupt and destroy the good people but the fact is: people don't get addicted to drugs bc drug dealers exist, people get addicted to drugs because something, not someone, compels them to do drugs, because something (literal us gov) introduced drugs to their communities and drug dealers are just tiny pawns in that game. additionally, many dealers are addicts themselves who got roped into selling to pay for their own use or who got pushed into the margins of society so much that drug trade is the only way to survive they can find

there are like, whole papers and books and thesis done on this so I'm not gonna act like I can analyse it in a tumblr post dhshsjsj but yeah people who think jason is right usually show this weird superiority of 'oh batman doesnt get how to fix gotham like jason does' and like... no, jason gets played like a fiddle by the system the way people he kills do, and whatever he does will always just hit the other pawns and never reach those actually at the top, those who are profitting from finding scapegoats

and like, batman comics don't have to address that bc it's comics, you can write small lmao but don't argue that jason is somehow more enlightened than bruce for killing

b) this brings a question of, if we decide that there has to be punishment for every crime, who gets to decide what punishment is right for what crime? cause there's not a single person who's infallible enough to dictate what the best approach is in every situation

and batman works best as a traumatised man who's loves his city sm he tries to work however he can to protect people from corrupt systems and offer them second chances wherever he can bc that's who batman is at his core - batman is not a punisher he is a protector and he should never be pushed into a role of the punisher bc he's not edgy enough

also bitches are so hard acting like they would kill every villain cause rip to batman but I'm different, y'all are too scared to tell the waitress your order is wrong shut the fuck up lmao the closest any of y'all have been to being batman is getting your ass beat behind the club on a saturday by brenda in her boohoo jumpsuit

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

Baby, You’re Perfect

Pairing: BNHA Boys x reader

Warnings: Weight insecurity, negative body image/icky thoughts, body shaming from relatives, talks about skipping a meal once, general stuff like that. Kirishima’s reader is actively trying to lose weight. Cursing/language throughout (but mostly in Bakugou’s)

Characters: Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari

Author’s Note:

And here we have yet another request that is super old. I’m talking this has been chillin in my inbox for three good months. My sincere apologies, anon. And again, I’m sorry that that had to happen to you. Your grandma has no right to speak to you in that way. You’re making great progress and that’s amazing! Keep going strong, I believe in you. Anyhow, I had a lot of fun doing this request! We all need more chubby y/n on this website.

Yes, it says Hawks but I contacted the anon and we switched it to Denki bc I don’t write for Keigo (and we had a lovely conversation. they’re very nice :D). 

Also the first two insults are things that have actually been said/done to me irl (hehe tasty self projection) and the last one in Denki’s is from an episode from Tuca and Birdie (it’s a good show).

Anyway, be nice to people. Respect others and speak to them as equals. We’re all human beings here, trying to get by. We’re also like a month away from 2021, I shouldn’t have to say that >:(

Happy Thanksgiving!

-Sugar

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Bakugou:

You couldn’t take it anymore. You were tired of their faces, tired of their words. You were headed home early, and you would not be sorry.

You didn’t hate your family. They could just be a little . . . difficult sometimes.

At first, it had gone well. You’d arrived at your aunt’s house yesterday for a family gathering and met up with everyone. They’d hugged you and asked you how you were doing. They’d even asked after your pro hero boyfriend, who you had chosen not to bring along for the purpose of spending some quality alone time with your family.

But then it happened; the thing you’d been dreading, the type of comment you’d hoped against all things you wouldn’t hear this time. But there it was.

You were nearly done preparing for lunch, helping to place dishes of food out in the backyard for your family meal. Your aunt was starting to serve people food, and you happened to glance up to see one of your cousins making herself a plate.

“Do you want any more?” your aunt asked your cousin, ready with her ladle.

“No, thank you, I’ve got enough.” Your cousin flipped her long perfect hair over a perfectly narrow shoulder. “I wouldn’t want to get fat like—” her gaze wandered over to you, meeting your eyes pointedly, “—some people.”

You faltered. Had she really just said that? About you? Well, it wasn’t impossible that it would come from her, but seriously? Today?

You swallowed a lump that had started forming in your throat, setting down the new stack of paper plates. Your aunt shot you a pitying glance. Was she even going to say something? Would she call your cousin out on her words?

No. She just moved on. Moved on like you should have. But something about it stuck with you. Your cousin’s words and implications rang through your mind, making you feel sick to your stomach. You shouldn’t let it bother you this much. You were doing better, both with your habits and your confidence. So why did it hurt so bad?

The darker thoughts you’d kept at bay began to come back; you were worthless, you were ugly, you were undeserving. Why wouldn’t they stop? Why was your stomach churning and your hand shaking? Before you knew it, hints of tears began to prick at your eyes.

No.

You weren’t going to give her the satisfaction of seeing you this way. But you were no longer interested in staying, any sense of hunger leaving you for sick dread.

Next thing you knew, you had said an early goodbye and put your things in the car, headed back home. Maybe driving wasn’t the best idea, since now you were alone with your thoughts. But crying wasn’t worth it. It was a bad idea, especially since now was the time to focus on the road ahead.

You couldn’t have gotten home sooner, a sense of relief washing over you once you pulled into the driveway. You unlocked your front door, pulling your bags in behind you. You heard movement coming from the kitchen as you set everything down; the sound of the faucet turning off signaling to you that Katsuki had heard you come in.

Heaving a sigh, you tried to chase the negative thoughts from your head. They shouldn’t be there, and it wasn’t something to dwell on. You were home again, and you wouldn’t have to deal with your family for another few months at least.

Bakugou’s head peeked out from around the doorframe, double checking that it was you who had walked in. “What are you doing here?” he called, ducking back to whatever he’d been doing in the kitchen.

“Hello to you too.” You tried to keep the tartness out of your voice, but some of it must have crept back in. The sounds from the other room stopped again, and the house went eerily quiet. Huffing, you dragged your luggage into your shared bedroom.

You felt drained, that was the only way to describe it. You couldn’t even bring yourself to hang your clothes in the closet. Giving up, you laid down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. You couldn’t help but hear your cousin’s words ringing over and over in your head, reminding you of the countless years of both internal and external torment you’d gone through regarding your weight.

The sound of footsteps in the doorway made you glance down, registering a spiky blond head of hair approaching you on the bed. You said nothing as the mattress dipped next to you, indicating that Bakugou had come up on your side.

The two of you were silent together for a long moment, and a stolen glance told you that Katsuki was mirroring you with his head resting on his arms as he stared at the blank ceiling.

“Are you going to tell me what’s got you in this mood?” he finally asked.

You sighed. “My cousin can just be a pain sometimes.”

“She the one you were telling me about or is it someone else?”

“Same girl.”

“Hmm.” Bakugou continued to keep his eyes trained solely up above. “What did she do this time?”

“Called me fat.” You tried to keep your voice even. You were simply stating a fact. It shouldn’t bother you like this, right? Even so, the tears you’d been forcing back once again rushed to your eyes, causing your tone to pitch. You swallowed them down again, blinking rapidly. This wasn’t something to spend time crying over.

“Don’t let it get to you,” Katsuki said, a little unhelpfully. “I don’t want to see you hating yourself.”

You frowned at this. “I don’t hate myself,” you said, thinking about your words for a moment before you spoke them. “I don’t hate my body. It’s just that . . . sometimes I wish it looked a little better, a little different. Sometimes I don’t feel like I’m enough as I am.”

“Don’t tell me you think you’d be happier looking like everyone else.” Bakugou’s gaze had shifted from a blank one to a glare.

“I don’t know,” you said, shrugging. “It’s just . . . hard sometimes. Being like this.”

Finally Bakugou rolled to face you, taking one of your hands in his. “I know you . . . struggle with your self-image or whatever, but you can’t let it take over your life, got it? You can’t just waste it worrying about what everyone thinks of you. You’re never going to be able to please everyone, but if they’ve got a problem with you, then they can go fuck themselves. You want to know the one person’s opinion who matters most? Yours. You have to be the one who’s taking care of yourself.” Katsuki paused for a moment, absentmindedly fiddling with your fingers as he considered his words.

“You want to know who’s opinion is the second most important?” he continued, his voice starting to get a little more mumbly. “Mine. I picked you because I love you. I love everything about you, from your shitty, annoying personality to your gorgeous body. You are so much more than just ‘enough’ for me, so don’t go worrying about that. You’re everything to me, and you know that, right? I love you no matter what, so don’t let this ruin your whole day.” He kissed your knuckles, signaling that he had said his peace.

You smiled at him, a tear or two finally sneaking past your defenses. “How—how do you do that?”

“What?”

“Sometimes you say something horribly stupid and I swear I hate you, and then next thing I know, you’re telling me everything I need to hear.”

“Tch, I can be eloquent whenever I want. It’s a choice.”

“Alright.” You rolled over so you could properly face him. “Can I have a hug?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, but nevertheless held open his arms. You happily snuggled into the hard, built muscle enveloping you, offering a beautiful contrast to your own soft body.

“Do you need me to talk to your cousin?” Bakugou asked. “I’ll do it.”

“Nah, let her go.” You nuzzled your nose into his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

______________

Kirishima:

You honestly expected your family to last longer when it came to keeping from upsetting you. Nevertheless, maybe you were being a little too optimistic. But come on, did they have to ruin everything the literal second you walked through the door?

Even after the scathing comment, followed by a half-hearted, hasty brushing off, you forced yourself to spend time with them. It wasn’t often that you got to see this half of your family, so you decided to ignore it with the rest of them.

But as you sat on the couch sipping tea, you were unable to focus on the light conversation buzzing around you. The event that happened mere minutes before played over again in your mind, causing you to wince.

You’d walked into the house, prepared to greet everyone and have a nice time, when your aunt looked up from her position on her arm chair. “Hello, (Y/N),” she’d begun. “Ah, look, you’re still fat.”

Your heart had almost literally stopped beating in your chest as you froze in the threshold. Had she just said what you thought you heard? You must have been mistaken, right?

Any positive anticipation you’d had of seeing your relatives had plummeted to your feet, and you strongly considered turning around in place and leaving without another word.

But you couldn’t do that, of course not. Then your aunt had begun to babble something about how it made you look cute like a baby, but her words had already done their damage.

You tolerated the rest of your afternoon with them, but it was a great relief to you when you were finally able to leave and go home. As soon as you pulled into your driveway, you exhaled a sigh of relief. It was over with, and it hadn’t been that bad.

Eijirou wasn’t home, but you knew he wouldn’t be long after you. You went about making dinner, knowing he’d appreciate it once he got home. He was always so tired these days.

Even so, as you stirred broth in a pot, your aunt’s words rang in your head. You vaguely remembered telling her about your weight loss a month ago. You figured you’d been making considerable progress, and you knew that no one was more proud of you than Eijirou himself. But had it really made a difference?

After a moment of fretting, you turned off the stove. You walked into your shared bedroom, flicking on the light. Your eyes caught sight of your reflection in the mirror. You frowned, going up to it. Turning your body this way and that, you tried to see if you recognized a change in your appearance. You lifted your shirt, only to wince at yourself and tug it back down. You pinched at your arms, your thighs, and your cheeks, growing almost angry at the way your fingers sunk into the flesh.

Maybe you hadn’t been making as much progress as you’d thought. Or the progress you had made wasn’t enough. Without you even realizing it, your mind began to toy with ways to speed things up. Guiltily, you found yourself wondering if Eijirou would notice if you just skipped dinner that night.

You shook your head to clear away the intrusive idea. No, that wouldn’t solve anything. Eijirou had told you that he’d help you lose weight the right way, so you’d stay healthy and be able to keep it off. It would be best to listen to him.

Still, you found your eyes glued to your reflection. You wouldn’t consider yourself vain, but there was something in the way that your eyes traced over your curves, wondering just how they might look on you if only you were a little smaller . . . .

Movement behind you in the mirror caught your eye, and you were quick to recognize a head of spiky red hair. You must not have heard Kirishima come in through the front door.

“Hello,” you said with less cheer than usual.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted you, coming up from behind to give you a hug.

You leaned back into his chest as you both stared at each other’s reflections.

“Checking out my perfect girlfriend?” he teased, referring to how your eyes continued to trace down your body. “That’s my job, you know.”

You snorted, gently rubbing at his forearm.

“So how was your family?”

“Okay,” you shrugged.

“I saw you left something on the stove. Are you doing okay?”

Oh, Kirishima. How did he do it?

You shrugged. “I guess I didn’t really have a good time there. Got a little upset is all.”

Eijirou frowned. “What happened?”

You took one of his hands in yours and began to play with his fingers, now determined to keep your eyes from catching another glimpse of yourself. “My aunt told me I was fat.”

You missed the flash of genuine anger that shot through Kirishima’s eyes. He knew this was something you’d struggled with for a long time. Your aunt had no business making comments like that about your body, especially now.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, deciding to keep himself calm for your sake.

You continued to fiddle with his large hands. “I just worry sometimes that I’m not doing enough,” you mumbled. “What if it doesn’t work? What if I’m just meant to look like this?” You sniffled, hating the sudden tears that were beginning to fill your eyes.

“Honey . . .” Eijirou spun you around and held you to his chest, running a hand down the back of your head as you finally let the tears slide down your face. You nuzzled into his shirt, appreciating the warm, familiar feeling of it. “Even if you weren’t able to lose more weight, you know I’d still love you, right?” he said in a tender voice. “I’d think you’re beautiful either way.”

He tilted your chin up so he could look into your eyes, giving you one of the most loving gazes you’d ever seen. “And besides, we’re not together because of how you look. I love you for you. I love your personality, and how you always say and do the cutest things.” He bent down for a quick kiss, caressing your cheek as he pulled away. “I love your laugh, and I love looking into your beautiful eyes . . . .” He kissed you again, beginning to gently guide your bodies to the bed at the other wall.

Eijirou laid you down in the center of the mattress, hovering over you as he went in for another kiss. “I love your body too. This body, just the way it is. I love how it feels to hold you at night—” he kissed your neck. “—I love your chest, your butt, your arms, your thighs—” he nuzzled his nose against your face and neck. “—your cute tummy.” He pushed himself up and gazed down at it with such a genuine expression of love, you almost started tearing up again. “The cutest tummy in the world. And I love it because it’s yours.”

With that, he bent down again and lifted up your shirt just enough to give it a little kiss. You couldn’t help but let a giggle slip from your lips, which only made his ruby red eyes dart up to meet yours mischievously.

“You like that? What if I did it . . . again!” He placed a second kiss in a different spot, going for another and then another. You broke out into laughter, the sensation of his lips and nose brushing over your sensitive skin making you squirm in his hold.

Soon, he was laughing himself. He nuzzled into your skin one last time and blew a raspberry against your skin.

“Eiji—!” you began to protest through a laugh.

“What?” He smirked at you, moving up and settling his chin in the valley of your chest.

You smiled right back at him, bringing up your hand to brush the backs of your fingers against his cheek. “I love you.”

Kirishima took hold of your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the backs of your knuckles as he looked into your eyes. “I love you too, baby.” He held your hand in his, getting lost for a moment simply looking at your face.

Eventually he sat up, laying down next to you and pulling you into his chest. “I’m proud of you too,” he told you, tucking your head under his chin. “I know you’re actively making a change for the better, and you’re doing really well. Results won’t happen immediately, you just have to stick with it sometimes.”

You sighed through your nose, taking his hand in yours again. “I know. I just get discouraged sometimes is all.”

“And I’ll just be here to put you back on track. You’ve got this, you know.” He hugged you tight against him, rubbing your back. “Are you hungry?” he finally asked. “I’ll help you make dinner.”

“Sure,” you said, chuckling lightly.

“What? We both have to eat, and you know me. I’m a hungry shark.”

You laughed again, leaning up to kiss his jaw.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“Yeah, a bit.”

“Well, there’s always more where that came from.” He kissed your forehead. “I’m here for you, okay?”

______________

Kaminari:

If there was one thing Denki hated more than anything, it was seeing you upset. 

He could tell something was off the moment you came through the front door. You were too quiet, and that bothered him. When you finally made it up to your shared room, Kaminari was already watching the doorway for you.

He noticed immediately that your eyes were puffy and a little red. Even your posture looked defeated and slumped over.

“Hey, Denks,” you said once you noticed him stretched out on the bed. His heart broke even further when he saw you try for a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Hey, hey, what’s the matter?” Kaminari got up, clearing the space between you so he could put his hands on your shoulders.

“I—I just,” you began to stammer out, feeling the flimsy dam you’d placed behind your eyes begin to falter. “I . . . don’t know if I want to talk about it right now.” You covered your burning face with your palms. “It’s stupid anyway. I shouldn’t let things like that get to me.”

Kaminari frowned, trying to figure out what might have made you so upset. But he wasn’t one to pry when it came to situations like these, and he knew you’d tell him on your own time.

Even so, he led you to where he’d once taken position on the bed, pulling you up with him. He knew that sometimes you simply wanted to be distracted from things, so he decided to do just that. Allowing you to settle in next to him, he picked his controller up from the covers again where he’d set it down.

You noticed he’d been playing Minecraft. You let yourself take a mild interest in his mining session that you caught him in the middle of. You watched him wander through a cave system; placing torches, killing the occasional zombie, and mining out various ores he happened upon.

What you didn’t see was how often he shot you glances, studying your face for any signs of you getting upset again. He saw when you finally took your eyes off his screen, frowning distantly as you twisted the material of the blanket underneath you.

Before he could ask you again what was going on, you opened your mouth to speak. “Do you think this outfit is too much?”

Denki faltered, confused. “No? What do you mean by that? I think you look really pretty.”

You pursed your lips. Clearly that wasn’t the answer you’d wanted. “I just—I don’t know.” You frowned and went back to avoiding his eyes.

“Are you going to tell me what happened today?” Denki asked. A sudden idea struck him. Before you could answer him again, he stood up on the bed and walked over to a shelf you kept just above it. He pulled down a large stuffed Pikachu he’d gotten you a few years ago, and went back to sitting next to you. “Would it be easier to tell him?”

Denki positioned the toy in his lap, grabbing hold of its little arms and letting it go through various motions, starting with a little wave at you.

You couldn’t help but snort at Kaminari’s antics, looking from the plushie to the curious but concerned expression on your boyfriend’s face.

“Your Pikachus are worried about you.” Denki lifted it up higher on his chest, continuing to fidget and wave the arms back and forth in a little dance. “You saw your family today, right? How did that go?”

Your face fell again and you shrugged. “It went well I guess. My grandma just said something dumb and it made me upset.”

Denki frowned, lifting the arms of the Pikachu so its hands were on its pink cheeks. “What did she say?”

You shrugged again. “I was messing around with my cousins and I said I looked like a snacc. And then she said that snacks were probably what made me so fat in the first place.”

Denki’s frown deepened. “That’s not very nice.”

“I don’t think she knew what I was talking about, to be fair. And maybe it’s a little funny. I mean, she’s not wrong.” You rested your chin in your hands, sighing. “It just caught me off guard. It’s a dumb thing to be upset over, like I said—”

“Hey.” Denki met your eyes. “It’s not dumb. You have every right to be upset.” He held his arms open to you. “Come here.”

You sat up, letting him embrace you.

“Do you need me to remind you how beautiful you are and how much I love you?” he asked from next to your ear. “Because I’ll do it.”

He took your shy smile as a yes, letting you settle back as he proceeded to lift up the stuffed yellow toy.

“Are you hearing this, bro?” he addressed it, throwing a serious look on his face. “The most gorgeous person on the planet is sad. We have to do something about it.”

Denki put the Pikachu’s paw on its chin, tapping it for a second before removing it again. “What’s that?” he asked it. “You have an idea?”

He lifted the toy to his ear, pretending to listen to it for a moment as he nodded along. Once he was satisfied, Denki scooched himself even closer to you. He brought Pikachu’s nose up to your cheek and made a kiss sound with his lips. Setting the toy down beside you on the bed, he motioned for you to come sit in his lap.

You obeyed, settling yourself in between his thighs and wrapping your legs around his hips.

“There you go,” he muttered, slotting his nose beside yours as he touched foreheads with you. “I love you and you’re the most important person in my life. You know that, right?” He waited for you to nod before continuing. “And I know that you can feel a little insecure sometimes with how you look. You’ve got bad days, and you have good days. It’s my job to be there for you on these bad days, and you can be there for me when I have mine. I want you to know that you’re so beautiful and I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

He connected your lips to his for a long moment, trying to convey all his feelings for you into it. “And don’t let anyone make you feel like you’re less-than. They’re not the kind of person you should be listening to. Trust me when I say that you’re perfect just being you.” Denki wiped a tear trail off your cheek with his thumb, leaning in to kiss the skin there. 

“Thanks, Denki,” you said, your voice just above a whisper.

He gave you a soft, caring smile; his fingers still lingering on your cheek. “Is there anything you want to do together to make you feel better? We could watch a movie, we could snuggle, whatever you want.”

You leaned in and hugged him tight. “I love you.”

He hugged you back. “I love you too. You’re my sunshine nugget, and it would take a heck of a lot to ever change that.”

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hmm so maybe he makes them live at first, but theyre like passive aggressively mumbled. like in that one clip where jack (i think?) mentions something about killing a spider and he goes "i like spiders" in retaliation. so he makes it live at first, and like some fans spectate but its not a big thing at this point. and maybe he makes them off stream when hes hanging around bench trio, or his irl friends cause hes sometimes just more comfortable joking or talking about his personal life with them, especially cause he thinks that wilbur doesnt actually like to talk to him?

wilbur definitely notices tommy stopping texting and calling as much pretty quick, cause thats what tommy does, checks up on people, and he loves to ramble, but wilbur doesnt really know why yet, so he just assumes stuff with school or editing. besides, tommys still doing recordings with wilbur every week (cause from tommys perspective, although it hurts him that wilburs using him for views, the fans like it a lot, and its all he has anymroe) so hes definitely busy with youtube. Maybe wilbur realizes when he makes a joke in front of him? or like in a jackbox game where theyre able to make jokes about that. OR WAIT I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING- maybe theyre playing jackbox and SOMEONE ELSE makes a joke about it, hearing tommy joke about it once or twice and thinking its fine, while both just kinda freeze up at the subject.

i think he would go to Phil, cause maybe tommy has already gone to phil? or phil goes to tommy first, cause maybe someone makes a joke while phil is streaming with quackity and tommy and quackity makes the joke and they all laugh, but he doesnt think much of it until the jackbox incident or until he notices that wilbur definitely has a different reaction than tommy to the joke. so Wilbur goes to phil and is like, hey, have you noticed something weird with tommy?

and if tommys distancing himself from wilbur hes doing the same with phil and techno too, cause after all, they were all friends first, tommys the fourth wheel, so phil and wilbur are now both simultaneously worried about tommy, and they try to go to him to confront him but maybe tommy snaps? and now the sbi are like, holy shit this kid thinks he means nothing to us

ok sorry if that was confusing it was like word vomit or brainstorming whatever u call it i wrote as i thought lmao and i will leave you with that mwahaha (maybe ill be back later tonight it depends on if i am asleep or not) - vesper (i like this! it sounds similar to my name but like not really, so thank you :])

Hello vesper nice to formally meet you again even tho I’m just now answering this

I love this so much okay. It’s perfect. I would like to offer this idea tho:

Tommy goes to his mom. MotherInnit reaches out to someone. Bc I just feel like he would go to his mom with feelings like this ya know? Especially if he is avoiding Phil and techno too

Thought?