#these guys had lovely personalities once they were in good physical condition

[alizardjae]

Wait hold on I've had actual fosters that look like this

I was wondering when you guys would have another Garfield junk box it was my favorite shifty box I ever got and I need more orange cat

SOON

[norafaye]

oscar piastri x gn!reader

summary ─┈ · · · with an incredible but tough race, you wanted to help oscar unwind and show him how proud you were of how far he’s gotten in his rookie season.

contains ─┈ · · · 18+, explicit, fluff(?) : soft!oscar, shy!reader, oral male receiving, cock worshipping lol, all done in the shower :0, use of petnames (e.g. baby, love) wc : 3.5k

a/n ─┈ · · · qatar 2023 oscar you will always be famous!! i cant believe these photos exist, it changed lives (mine). it took me ages to finish this, the season is literally over so he’s no longer a rookie, but will always be my pookie 😔.

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The weekend was tough. With Qatar being an extremely hot country, this specific grand prix was more physically demanding than any other. It really was an understatement with how humid it was, given the fact that the nation was in the Middle East—whose terrain comprises on an arid desert.

Most of the racers fell ill after because of this environment, it was strenuous and fatiguing—also considering the extra protective layers they wore under their suits for safety measures only added on to the heat.

You couldn't wrap your head around how these athletes made ends meet with the situation, continuing on with the race until they nearly pass out, some even voicing how it might’ve been the most difficult one in their career. This impressed you more than anything, even you as a spectator—watching the track on the sidelines, had sweat beading at your skin, clothes sticking to your body in a loathsome way, and all you were doing is just sitting there watching—unable to fathom what they were up against.

Nevertheless, under all of these conditions and circumstances, your boyfriend Oscar manages to gain his second ever podium in his Formula 1 career, finishing P2 at that. In addition to the day prior, he was able to accomplish winning the sprint race, snagging himself a nice heavy plaque to carry along while traveling—putting on a little more weight to his suitcase.

With him being able to achieve more than most on the grid in his rookie season, everyone was left astounded, you included. He never ceases to amaze you with how calm and collected he was—being true to his nature and staying resilient throughout the difficult weekend, all apparent with the fight he had put up within the three days. It was praiseworthy and you couldn’t be more proud of what he’s made himself out to be.

You can never get tired of his post-race glow. He looked so good the second he was out of his car, mouthing to you how hot it was once his face was revealed from his helmet. You almost felt bad for the poor guy but your knees nearly buck at the sight of his rounded cheeks flushed with a light pink tint, hair disheveled, and the sweat glistening on his pale skin was rather distracting for you.

Furthermore, he was slightly out of breath, evidently burning up so he decides to dump a cold bottle of water down the nape of his neck in hopes to cool down, and you swear your brain short-circuited. Something about that action ignited a fire within you that you choose to try to ignore.

There was just something about your boyfriend that you couldn't resist. He was so handsome and kind, consistently showering you with so much love and patience. You were incredibly blessed to have him. Even with him doing nothing but just standing there on the podium, he had your heart racing.

Everyone else watching for the duration of his journey can tell that his progress was slowly increasing significantly along with his emotions. So it was rather refreshing for them to witness him so gleeful, showing expressions and reactions he usually rarely displays to the public.

He stood so confidently and upright, gazing down at you with a wide toothy grin. Because of how much of a considerate speaker he was during media and race days—with his grounded and quiet personality he never seemed to lash out or strayed away from his maturity, remaining humble no matter the situation. Today was just an exception though, he felt happy and fulfilled with the results, so embracing it was the best thing to do right now. However luckily for you, you're able to see that cheery side of him constantly behind closed doors.

When the ceremony goes on to play, your pupils dilate automatically like they do when it's dark outside to try to adjust and let more light in, but now it's because it's the light of your favorite person.

Since the outcome was a double podium for McLaren, everyone was overjoyed with the aftermath, loud cheers and big hugs were shared amongst the team. You'll never get tired of being part of times like this, they were genuinely so heartfelt and sentimental that you hope you can experience many more like this in the future.

Oscar was so content and lost in the moment, you couldn’t withstand not taking any photos—snapping a few pictures to cherish and gawk at later only seemed like the exact thing to do. Your eyes sparkle with joy and admiration whilst you continue to stare at the drivers spraying champagne on one another. He's laughing, smiling so wide that the apple of his cheeks were so supple and plump—all too contagious that you couldn't bite back your own lips from curling upright—feeling so fortunate to be witnessing it all.

The bubbly white drink sprays and dribbles everywhere, you focus on the way it drips down Oscar's skin and soaks his race suit. He looked absolutely captivating with the fabric clinging onto his frame, broad shoulders becoming more prominent causing a sudden warm rush of need to fill your body, only adding more fuel to the flames in your tummy that you so desperately tried to push away earlier. The cogs in your brain turn slowly, erotic thoughts plaguing your foggy mind that you must act on right away or you’ll go crazy.

Once everyone was back at the garage you were the first one to immediately engulf him into a tight hug. Your peers surrounding you felt the pure fondness shared between the two of you, unable to hide their smiles from the affection being flaunted.

"I'm all wet and gross," he speaks, but not denying your embrace.

"I don't care, congratulations on getting on the podium...again." you’re giggling, pulling away to get a good look at his pretty face before giving him a soft peck on his lips. Only to quickly shy away and hide your face in the crook of his neck as you aren't one for pda.

Noticing your embarrassment he chuckles—breath tickling your neck, all the while rubbing your back to coax you, "Thank you, my love."

The edges of his eyes start to soften, even getting a little teary which appears like he can't control before closing them and resting his chin on top of your shoulder. He squeezes you a little more firmly against him to seek comfort that only you can provide for him after a tiring and grueling day.

His heart clenches in an uncomfortable way that he was incompetent of understanding. Maybe it’s because of the race that has his emotions all over the place, or maybe it’s the exhaustion taking over his body, but seeing as you were right by him supporting his every move like you always have, he feels everything all at once.

He was grateful to have someone like you, so selfless and sweet. Whatever the occurrence or situation, you were ceaselessly ready to drop everything at hand to help or support with anything in need for him. Oscar loves you too much—not only for what you are, but for what he was when he was with you. He felt more like himself around you, never putting up a front whenever you were at arms reach, being genuine with each and every part of the relationship. You were his rock, you grounded him, and he wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

“I love you.” you whisper oh so quietly that no one else can hear but he was able to pick up that sweet voice of yours easily.

“I love you more.”

Throughout the rest of the night you latched onto his side like a leech which doesn't go unnoticed by him, only chucking it up to you just being delighted with the results of the race. Though normally, you were never one to display clinginess, so when you didn’t seem to waver away from him and when your soft touches became more bold until you got back to the hotel—it came as a slight surprise. Especially when you rid of his clothes to pull him into an ice cold shower with you, intending to wash away that pent up stress and sweat he carried with him all day.

Hardly ever being the one to initiate things like this—you always backed out sheepishly, citing that you were embarrassed or self-conscious to venture further yourself before eventually having him take over the lead. At all times he respected your wishes and boundaries, only doing what you wanted. Not once did he press you additionally to do something you were uncomfortable with and anytime you both decide to get intimate with each other he makes it a point to always go slow. Taking his time on breaking you down until you couldn’t think clearly anymore was always rewarding for him in the end.

This was still fresh to him, it wasn't very often where he found himself under the inexperienced touch of his shy partner—the very same person who got flustered whenever accidentally walking in on him changing. So it didn’t come as a shock to see him hardening right before your eyes from the contact of your skin on his.

You aren’t naive, albeit bashful, yet you knew exactly what effect you had on him. But because of the confidence that exudes from him, the way he seemed to never give a fuck and not taking shit from anyone—it naturally made you feel a little intimated. Though it was never in a bad way—entirely the opposite actually. He was a hunk of a man, a head taller than you, and it didn’t hurt that he was painstakingly attractive. It was weirdly endearing, how you immediately go blank at the sight of him, the butterflies in your stomach never calming down at moments like these.

His back faces the shower head while you stood in front of him, rinsing his hair and body—cleaning off the sticky champagne and musk. The only sounds your ears can make out are the pitter patter from the cold water hitting his muscles and your feeble heart pounding erratically as your palms massage his tense shoulders.

Oscar already feels himself relaxing in your touch, melting at how the tip of your fingers begin to roam all across the rough skin of his torso, but there’s a slight hesitation to it. Your hands begin to tremble, you’d like to think it was because of the icy precipitation of the water instead of your nerves. His eyes bore into yours with concern, feeling your eagerness switch into anxiousness in an instant. One of his own strong hands reaches over to place it at your hip, thumb rubbing soothing circles on your now goose-bumped skin.

"You alright love?”

You don't answer him, opting to find the tiles of the shower behind his head more interesting, heat rising to your cheeks at once. He jerks your chin with his fingers from his other hand to have you look at him, and yet you focus anywhere but him as he searches for your eyes, “What is it baby? Do you wanna get out?”

Shaking your head in disagreement almost immediately, your irises finally reaching him with scrunched brows, clearly contemplating a thought. He can tell there was something hiding behind those eyes, he was able to read you well like the back of his hand. There was a sense of longing lingering along with uncertainty and doubt. He picked that up whenever you were aroused and desperately wanted to do something but too timid to continue and pursue on it.

Oscar wasn't trying to take advantage of your vulnerability, he would never do that. The patience of your boyfriend was admirable and you thank him relentlessly for it. All you really needed at times was a small little push so he presses his lips against yours in a soft kiss to try and encourage you to say something, anything—this benefited your worries to slowly wash away, seeping down the drain as you attempt to build up some confidence.

“Just...really happy right now." you mumbled quietly after a long pause, unable to keep yourself from shifting even closer to him.

"Yeah?" there’s a sigh of relief coming from him, another pause fills the room as he listens to you. Tuning out the sound of the shower—all white noise in the background currently as his fingers that held your chin now caresses your jaw in hopes to urge you more.

“Mhmmm,” your eyes avert to your hands resting at his chest, fidgeting with your fingernails while choosing your next words carefully, “You were real cool out there y’know? You did amazing, I can tell how capable you are of the things you do, makes me really proud.”

He smiles at your little confession, snaking his arm around you so the front half of your bodies are now pressing against each other, warming up one another, the previous efforts of trying to cool down from the insanely hot day were now pointless.

“Can I show you how much?"

Oscars eyebrows raise in surprise at the proposition, "Hm? How will you show me?”

He thinks of how beautiful his little lover looked, flustered under his gaze because of how unsure on what the next moves should be. God, how touched his heart was. You were absolutely perfect to him, so considerate and devoting.

"Wanna take care of you, make you feel good. Please?"

You felt his cock twitch from your words, and with your faces just merely inches apart, the air starts to become thicker around you by the second, getting harder to breathe. He swears he’ll never take this moment for granted, your shell finally cracking away little by little for him. Oscar yearned for this, a pleased smile plastered on his face to showcase how proud he was of you just as much as you were of him.

"Do whatever you want with me, 'm all yours love."

You took a moment there, feeling bashful from him peering down at you. Pulling away from him, just enough to reach in between your heated bodies, you take notice of his stiffened cock leaking pre-cum from it’s flushed red tip.

“Can I touch it?”

"Y-yeah, 'course baby,” he agrees but he isn’t prepared for the feeling of your soft hand encompassing the girth of his cock.

"'S so big...'n pretty." you whisper more to yourself at the observation, this wasn’t the first time you’ve been face to face with each others intimate parts, hell you’ve had sex numerous times but it was still a staggering sight no less.

He never thought he was particularly gifted in terms of size, but when he saw how big he looked in your hand, it was almost too much for him. Your fingers didn't even touch around the thickness. He's sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth when you give him a single, slow stroke. This causes him to throw his head back, water now running down his face. His breathing begins to slowly pick up as he relaxed, letting his eyes flutter closed.

The pre-cum oozing out of the head easily drips down his length, aiding in lubricating himself up.

Your movements are a bit clumsy as you didn’t do this very often for him but you really think you should because he looked so enticing, aroused by something as simple as a handjob. You, his sweet, little lover who used to shield away from kisses at the beginning of your relationshinp had his cock wrapped around your hand and he was simply going mental from it all.

His eyes goes back to lock onto the way you stroked him. The fat sensitive head peeked out from under your fist every time you moved your palm upwards before you slowly went down, gently tugging the skin with your movements.

“That feels really good,” he lets out a low curse, hissing at the pleasure.

You seem to mull over his words but this wasn’t nearly enough for you, you don’t think you’d be satiated from him coming just from your hands, so you bend down until your knees come into contact with the hard tiled floor. When he looks down to follow your body, it feels like all the air gets punched out of his lungs. Your pretty face just mere centimeters away from his aching length, pupils blown wide with water dripping down your supple skin. He seemed to get a real kick out of the sight because he’s pulsating in the palm of your hand.

Your thumb came up to rest against the tip, lightly padding over the drooling slit. Rubbing the sensitive head while your other hand reaches over to pump him—picking up the pace, your eyes flickered between his fucked out face and glistening cock. He was warm in contrast to the chilly air around you, stiff in your grip, the thick vein on the underside throbbing in time to his heartbeat. His strong meaty thighs twitched with every movement and his short breaths begins to turn into pants.

"S-Spit on it, baby," he suddenly moaned.

Not letting another second pass after his request you leaned over, lips puckered before spitting down directly on his tip. Drooling to have a taste, the muscle in your mouth peeks out to wet your lips before having it ghost over his shaft. The first soft drag of your tongue up the bottom of his cock makes him jump. He isn't ready for the way your lips softly nip the skin, peppering kisses along the sensitive skin.

“Fucking hell,” the tip of your tongue grazes the slit to force more pre-cum out, and you’re smiling to yourself, making his entire body jolt, “You’re killing me.”

You even stop to pay his heavy balls some attention, remaining gentle as you know how sensitive they are. He isn't the biggest fan of when you play with his balls but he does nothing to stop you as you slide your wet tongue along the seam, dragging it all the way up his length before dropping a wet, noisy kiss back on the leaking head.

“You taste good,” you whisper, flicking your tongue up and down the slit again, the sensation has his body buzzing from the stimulation.

He reaches forward to cup your jaw, gently urging you to open your mouth with his tip making you shiver. He lets out a stuttering sigh as you take the head into your mouth, eyes fluttering at the full flavor of him on your tongue.

"S-Shit,” he panted, wrapping a hand in your hair to tug you closer, "Just like that.”

Hollowing out your cheeks you start to drag your mouth down his cock, forcing half of him until the tip brushes the back of your throat, your hand takes up the rest of the space that your mouth can’t reach. Squeezing and stroking him as you start to suck on him.

He clamps his eyes shut as you work, showing his cock all your affection and he has no choice but to take it. His body trembles, muscles clenching every time you tease over a particularly sensitive spot, his moans getting more and more shameless and louder with every passing moment.

Oscar was blissed out, flushed and heaving looking as handsome as ever much like after the race today, your heart thrums loudly against your ribcage from the view and excitement.

With your head bobbing up and down, loud slurps fills his ears as your spit gathers increasingly to aid you into going faster. He starts to involuntarily rut his hips in tune with your strokes, dangerously close to his peak already.

When he opened his eyes again, he knew he was doomed. You're teary eyed, drool seeping down your chin and neck. You looked a complete mess though breathtakingly alluring—shifting on your knees, and rubbing yourself with your free hand. The sight makes him moan, grip in your hair tightening before his body goes taut.

"Fuck 'm gonna come,” he warns through gritted teeth.

You bravely took all of him in your mouth upon his statement, gagging around his length that sends vibrations throughout his spine. When you come back up, you take him out to breathe only to flinch as he suddenly came, the first splatter of cum hits your face catching your cheeks and hair whilst he mutters out mindless apologies.

Your boyfriend twitches and groans when you return to continue to suck on his pulsating cock, working him through his high and gulping down the rest of the cum that slowly spurts into your mouth. He becomes lightheaded while coming down, placing a hand on the slippery wall beside him in order to brace himself.

When you finish cleaning him up he helps you back up onto your feet, immediately going to wipe off the pearly beads of cum on your face with the assistance of water.

“Was it good?” you grin cheekily clearly content of your work, “Did I do good?”

“Are you kidding?” he laughs while pulling you in for a heated kiss, bits of cum still lingered on your lips and he eagerly swallowed it down, not missing the whimper you let go into his mouth, “Was fucking perfect, thank you.”

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

To Have & To Hold: Part 3

Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight (Mafia AU)

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Summary: To ensure you’re always safe even after his passing, your father, a mob boss, makes you marry his right hand, Marc Spector. You don’t necessarily hate Marc, but you don’t get along either. Therefore, this marriage of convenience may be a bit difficult for you.

Warning: explanation of DID -> mentions/implications of trauma

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"Well that went well." Marc mumbles to himself as he drives back to his own apartment.

"Seems like she hates us," an English accent fills his head.

"She doesn't. She's just frustrated at this whole thing."

The accented voice scoffs, "Well yeah. Imagine hearing that not only your dad is dying but he's making you marry his right hand man who's a cold blooded killer."

Marc tightens his grip on the steering wheel, "I do what I have to so we can survive. You working at the museum was getting us nowhere."

"But we were living a normal life!"

"Look at us, Steven. Look at how far we've come! That's because of me!" He's huffing as he continues the drive home. He knows the things that he's doing isn't right, but he's only trying to keep them above water. Him and his system have struggled for too long. He knows Steven tried, but it wasn't enough.

The only person who knew about his condition was your father. Marc was fronting, beating down on some guy who owed your father money. He said something that triggered Marc, that truly hit him. Not physically, but emotionally. Mentally. He tried his best to not to let it get to him, but he couldn't. He was reminded of what happened to him...them. He was reminded of her. He couldn't shake it. He retreated and Steven fronted.

Your father and the rest of his men were confused as to why Marc was suddenly speaking in an English accent and seemed a bit distressed.

"The hell?" your father gestures for two men to take Marc's place and your father pulls Marc aside, "The fuck is wrong with you, Spector?"

"O-Oh, um, right, well. It seems Marc has, uh, hidden away."

"Hidden away? But you're right here." your father looked at him confused.

"No, no. Um, bollocks, how do I say this? Uh, we have DID, dissociative identity disorder. It seems Marc was distressed about something that poor fellow," he gestures over his shoulder to the guy getting beaten to a pulp, "had said. Shook him up, which means I come forward to protect Marc in a way. It happened due to traum-anyway," Steven shakes his head, "For the time being, Marc is out of commission and you have me."

Your father looked at him in shock, "How the hell have you managed to hide this from me? You've been working for me for years now."

"We're pretty good at managing it, but that bloke really hit a nerve."

Your father snorted, "Well, can you finish this job or..?"

"Oh no. Me, I'm a pacifist. Marc does all the," Steven lightly punched the air.

Your father pinched the bridge of his nose, "Fan-fucking-tastic." he let out a deep sigh, "Go back to the estate and wait for me there."

"Right. Sorry 'bout all this." Steven gave

He promptly got in a car and made his way back to the estate.

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Your father had requested your presence the next day. After a meeting with his lawyer, he gestured you in. Now you two are sitting on his couch, sipping a Jack and Coke.

"So how'd dinner go?" he asks you with a smirk.

You cock a brow at him, "Marc didn't tell you anything?"

He shrugs, "Just said that it went well."

You couldn't help but chuckle, "I wouldn't put it that way."

"Sunshine, did you give him a hard time?" he looks at you with a warning tone.

"No. Yes. Maybe?" You turn your body more towards him, "Dad, I was and still am a little upset about this whole thing! I don't get a choice here!"

He waves you off, "Honestly, more of a formality. It's not like I'm asking you two be in love and have kids. I just want to make sure you're both alright once I pass."

You scoff, "Marc doesn't need help, dad. He doesn't need anyone to care for him."

"Well it's nice to have a companion to support you when you're having a rough time," he sets his glass down on a nearby table, "Sunny, listen," he takes one of your hands in his, "I know you're a big girl, but I'm just worried something might happen once I'm gone. Whether it's another gang or just normal life struggles, the only person I can trust that will look after you is Marc. You don't have to love him. You two can have your own companions if that's what you want. But you two marrying each other ensures that you'll be okay."

Sure. Fine. Okay. You get it. Your dad loves you and cares about your safety, but-" But what if we divorce after you...you know?"

He pats your hand, "I have some things in place for that."

"Which are...?" you try to push him to explain but he shakes his head, "That won't be revealed until I'm dead."

You look at him deadpan, "You can't be serious."

He smirks at you, "Sunshine, I didn't get here by not taking things seriously. You know that." he stands and bends over to press a kiss to your head, "Marc will be arriving soon to take you to your charity meeting."

You look at him confused, "Why?"

"So you can get to know each other more," he waves at you, "Love you and enjoy the rest of your day."

You down the rest of your drink and stand from the couch, "Thanks. Love you too," you murmur as you collect your things and exit your dad's office.

[lunatic-pudge]

Spy SWF Headcanons

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TW for SH in the U section

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A: Affection (How do they show affection? And how affectionate are they?)

Poor Spy can be iffy with affection. There are days he enjoys being able to cuddle up with his partner, and other times, he needs his space. It all really depends on how he's feeling that day. He'll usually let you know when he's having one of those "don't touch me" days. Also no PDA in front of the other mercs. If you guys were in a different area where no one knew you two, then he's a little more open to it. But only little things like hand holding, little kisses here and there, an arm around the waist, that sort of thing

B: Best Friend (What would they be like a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Good luck trying to befriend this guy. Lots of trust issues. Lots of commitment issues. Cause of his line of work, he can't just be going around befriending people, plus he's kinda an introvert. Finding comfort in being alone with some alcohol and a book. But once you do befriend him, you got yourself such a sassy queen. He's the perfect person to go to if you're looking for some juicy drama, fashion advice, or just someone to BS with. I can see him being such an unintentional mom friend too. Fussing over you while acting like he doesn't want to and has better things to do. He doesn't like showing people that he cares

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He does like a good cuddle, he really does, but remember,  there's times he just can't handle physical contact. He claims that he has to be the big spoon and how dare you wanna spoil him by being the big spoon. But with some determination and patience, you can get him to cave him and let you spoil him. It takes a while cause he's not used to being doted over like that. plz help him

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking & cleaning?)

Spy? Settling down? Such a preposterous thing! Okay, but like, he's never really let such thing come across his mind. He's like Medic in the sense where he's so dedicated to his work. It's all he's ever really known. I'm sure he's thought about settling down when he was actively with Scout's Ma. Cause think about it. He's got a baddie that loves him. He's got a son (and a bunch of step sons). But there's a reason why he wasn't there, there's a reason why he left. Imma get more into it later though.

But as for cooking and cleaning? He's def up there with Engie when it comes to who's the best cook. He just doesn't like having to cook. To go through all that work and mess, and only be made to share with everyone else. He'd rather just go to some fancy restaurant or wait for some merc to make dinner (depends on who's cooking). And he's definitely the cleanest one of all mercs. He can't stand messes. His bedroom and smoking room are in such perfect condition. The only way you can tell that someone was even in the room is from the perpetual smell of cigarettes and a bottle of alcohol/glass that's been moved

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Due to his commitment issues, it's very hard for Spy to be in a relationship. He's got too much trauma and baggage for anyone (and even himself at times) to handle. Sometimes, he does the right thing and tells the person that he can't do it anymore. Other times, he'll just up and leave, never to be seen again. Yeah, it's a real shitty thing to do, but it's what he feels he has to do. It's easier for him to just disappear and act like he never existed. He doesn't know how to cope with his issues and it shows

F: Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Yeaaah, no. Absolutely not. Never. Marriage is a line Spy doesn't have the strength to cross. Dating is one thing. Marriage is a whole other thing. He could believe he's with his soulmate and still woudn't be able to propose. The thought alone fills him with anxiety. If you wanna be with this man, you gotta understand that he ain't ever gonna pop the question. Not even as an old man on his death bed. The most he can do is get you a pretty ring and let you say that he's your husband, but even that can be a little too muc

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Spy is a lot more gentle than you think. More so physically than emotionally though. He will love all over you as much as you want. Emotionally, it can be tough. He's a good person to vent your worries to. He does give some real good advice. But if you ever want him to let his walls down and open up, that's gonna be something that would take YEARS to do. He can let little bits of info out, but nothing too big. He's trying though. It's easier for him to hold you and let you spill your worries out to him

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs are only in private or if he's trying to show that he's better than the person who's trying to win your affections over. His hugs aren't the best? Like, it's basically hugging a chain-smoking skeleton in a suit. I'm also gonna go on a limb and say that he's perpetually cold (cause he ain't got no meat or fat on them bones, ya know) so he'd use hugging you as a way to warm up. You wouldn't let this poor old man freeze to death, would you? Also, homie's got some of the NICEST cologne ever. So yeah, while he's got that constant cigarette smell to him, he also smells divine? I dunno. He's weird like that

I: I Love You (How fast do they say the L-Word?)

Ain't no way in hell this man is saying I love you first. And yet at the same time when you say I love you for the first time, he might cry. Spy might think he's some bad boy who pulls bitches like no other, but deep down, he's just a boy who's been through hell his whole life, never was able to cope with it in a healthy way which led him to down a rabbit hole of essentially made everything worse (I'm trying to not derail this entire post, plz help, I'm struggling) But he will say it. It'll take a while, but it's worth it when he says it. God, he could probably write a whole ass novel on why he loves you

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I wouldn't say that Spy is a jealous person, more so he just likes being able to woo/seduce you in front of the person who's trying to flirt with you. It fuels his ego. He knows he's better than that pathetic excuse of a person that thinks they could ever be on his level. It's one of those times he gets to be so smug and prideful

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Oh boy oh boy, does this man know how to kiss. He's got the experience,  he's got the skill, he can easily make one little peck on the lips turn to a full make out session. He will leave you breathless. He will leave you wanting more. And he won't stop til he's satisfied,  gosh darn it! And I know you ain't gonna stop it. I know that you want this Frenchy, disgusting. (I'm kidding, plz, I luv u, don't leave yet)

L: Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

Now Spy has never really been much of a kid person. Like, he can tolerate kids, but only for so long before he needs to leave the room to recoup from how chaotic kids can be. Now, I'm sure that when Scout's Ma told Spy she was pregnant, he was over the moon with how happy and exciting this news was. And I bet he cried when he held Scout for the first time. I bet you he still has baby pics of Scout hidden in his room he looks at when life isn't going well. But remember, there's a reason why he left. And as he got older, dealing with kids became more of a chore to deal with. He's a mercenary! He doesn't have time to be dealing with kids, he's got a job to do, man!

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He's GRUMPY in the mornings. He just wants to be left alone til he's ready to deal with everyone. And since he's an old man, he's up early. I... I don't think he sleeps to be honest

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He's got a whole ass night routine he follows every night before bed or he'll kill someone. He tends to stay up late so he tends to not get much sleep at all. He won't cuddle when he first goes to bed, but then if you wake up in the middle of the night, he's all cuddled up with you, refusing to move. It will take a while for him to let you spend the night with him. He doesn't like having to sleep with his Balaclava on. He does get frequent nightmares though so be ready to be there to comfort him

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait awhile to reveal things slowly?)

As I said before, it takes Spy a very long time for him to open up about himself. And even then, he isn't gonna tell you everything. It's just not his thing.

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

This is another thing that's weird. Like it's a 50/50 sort of thing, but also depends on the person? When it comes to his partner, he tends to be more lenient with them as compared to someone like Scout or Soldier. I would say he's also good at keeping a level head, unless he's stressed out, then oops

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every detail in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Oh honey, this man knows EVERYTHING about you, whether you told him or not. Even the most private things like your family's medical history, he knows it already. Don't question it. As a matter of fact, why are you even questioning it? He's a spy! of course he knows all these little things about you. He never forgets >:(

R: Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

It was the moment you let him doll you up for the first time. This man wouldn't stop going on about how he wanted to dress you up and do your makeup (if that's something you're comfortable with). FInally, you gave in and let him. And boy, was he ready. He already knew you're measurements and was so quick to take you to the tailor and fit you in an outfit that costs more than your house. He'd do your hair, nails, makeup, he'd go all out for you and make you look like a GOD (or goddess)

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He can be rather protective of his partners. He will literally have you living in a luxury house, filled with security, in a country of your choosing if it means to keep you safe. And, man, if you protected him, he'd be at a loss for words. He wouldn't even know what to do. He'd be so confused as to why you would ever wanna protect him? He'd probably get upset and scold you for putting yourself in such a dangerous situation

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

Homie's going ALL OUT. He loves being able to go all out and show off. You guys will be dressed to the 10's, at a fancy restaurant, eating some of the finest foods, and you sure as hell are getting spoiled with gifts. Every occasion is a chance for Spy to spoil you and show off how perfect you are. Don't fight it, he won't listen

U: Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He's got a lot of bad habits. He doesn't know how to cope with trauma well. He's definitely someone who has or actively self harms. I'm sorry to say that, but it's just something I can see. Also he chain smokes. He's ALWAYS smoking, never giving himself a break

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Oh you know he is always concerned about his looks. Even if he's got his Balaclava on, he's still fussing over his appearance. He'll fuss over yours too. He wants you both to constantly look your best. Even a tiny speck of dirt if your cheek is the end of the world for him. He will fuss about it for HOURS

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Spy is very much used to being alone. He can handle it. He'll miss having you around. You were always his favorite person to complain to. But he's not worried about it. He's a tough cookie

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Finally, I can say what I've been wanting to say. >:)

I fully believe that Spy is still in love with Scout's Ma. He most definitely is still in communication with her. Helping her out and even coming to see her when he can. That's his baby mama! He can't just abandoned her like he has with every lover he's had. He does still very much care about her, even if it's hard for him to express it and such. He only left so her and the kids could stay safe. Him being there just causes problems. She was the only one who was willing to stay with him no matter what. Even now, with Scout being an adult, she's still around, sending him letters and even gifts.

Yeah, if you couldn't tell, I'm a hard Spy x Scout's Ma defender. Their relationship may not be perfect, but God does it have me in such a chokehold, and I'm not really one for shipping

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Spy don't want no slob. He has very high standards. He doesn't want someone who's sloppy and doesn't take care of themselves (I smell some slight hypocrisy here)

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Awful sleep schedule. What even is sleep? He stays up late like a youngster, and wakes up early like an old man. I basically said what needs to be said up in the night section, oops

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FLIRT (Part I)

Not recommended for minors!

[English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes.]

Relationship: Doyoung x Male Reader

Scenario: Since Junghwan had assumed a relationship with another guy, his life changed from one moment to the next when Junghwan decided to introduce him to none other than Doyoung, his ex.

It had been about a year since you broke up with Kim Doyoung, the reason? His childish behavior within the relationship, sometimes it seemed like you weren't a couple. He simply remained oblivious to other people's flirting, and even responded with another flirt, and obviously you felt embarrassed and betrayed by such behavior, You talked to him not just once, but about four times, because you were madly in love with Kim Doyoung, it was horrible days when you broke up.

But after five months you met So Junghwan, a boy younger than you by a few months, he is handsome, brave, loyal and very playful, he reminded you a lot of Doyoung. But you were determined not to fall into the same game twice, so you had never tried anything more with him, even though Junghwan seemed to have feelings for you.

But then one day you received a message from Junghwan.

"I need to introduce you to someone, meet me at 7:30 pm at the restaurant we always go to."

"Hi to you too Junghwan 🙃, I don't promise anything but I'll try to come I'm kind of busy with a recipe here."

It's also not the first time you've met someone who asks you out in the most difficult moments, but what could you do? Junghwan was your current best friend, Losing him at this moment would be like ending a relationship all over again. After what seemed like 30 minutes you finished the cupcake recipe from your mother's book.

"Should I dress casual or formal?" You thought, normally you would send a message to Junghwan but he wouldn't reply in time, so you decided to mix the concepts, So you wore something casual that would suit a likely formal situation.

After a while you looked at yourself in the mirror admiring your outfit, black jeans with a high-necked, long-sleeved polo shirt and a black and white scarf and finally black Olympikus sneakers.

"I'm leaving now!"

His message soon loaded indicating that it had already been sent to Junghwan. Who could this mysterious person be that he wanted to introduce her to? Could it be someone else from his circle of friends from music college? But thinking about it, you already knew half of them, they were great guys, when Junghwan took you to his college dorm you saw how cool they were.

"Or was it some girl he started dating and is now finally coming out to me?" Especially because he's been acting strange for a few months now, very quiet and very observant. Especially when you're out with the boys, maybe today is the day this whole mystery has a worthy ending.

With each step you took the more anxious you became, the restaurant was very close to your apartment so there would be no problem walking. As you walked you observed that listening clouds were gathering, a probable storm was on the way.

And then you arrived at the restaurant, you stopped in front of the entrance feeling a brief shiver pass through your body, you still didn't know why you were so anxious, but you ignored the feeling and moved forward.

As you entered, the cold air from the air conditioning hit your face, thank goodness you were dressed in something warmer, your eyes wandered around the restaurant looking for some physical trace of Junghwan. He knows very well that his vision is terrible for seeing from a distance, but despite constant warnings about it he always forgets.

"M/N here!" Junghwan's voice sounded from a nearby table, turning to your left you soon saw him smiling happily and waving his hand. A relieved smile appeared on your lips when you saw him, he was very handsome, very handsome indeed.

"Wannie! How are you?" You say as you were going to sit next to him, but there was a bag there. "It must be the girl he's going to introduce me to!" You thought then shifted sitting in the empty chair next to the bag. "Who could this person be that you want to introduce me to? Finally you've gotten it right!"

Junghwan let out a laugh as his cheeks turned tomato red at your comment, you laughed giving him a weak punch on the shoulder. "But tell me what she looks like? And where is she, by the way?"

"Actually, it's not her... it's him." To say you were surprised was not an understatement, your eyes watched the way Junghwan looked at you, anxious for his reaction, and you were quick to smile at him. "Hwannie likes to play on the same team, interesting..." You said forcing a mischievous expression that made him laugh in embarrassment.

"I have no problem with that Junghwan, as long as he makes you happy I will continue to be your friend, but if you abandon me things will get ugly for both of you!" You say the threatened with an amused expression, Junghwan let out a short laugh at you, he looked at his cell phone seeing the time and then looked in the opposite direction from you.

"Isn't he here yet?" You asked, observing his nervous and anxious expression. Junghwan shook his head in denial. "He's taking a while in the bathroom, I should go see him."

This situation brought him a pure feeling of deja vu.

"It's good, what if something happened to him, I'll wait here." You said waving, Junghwan politely got up and headed towards the bathroom, you pulled your bag and grabbed your cell phone, it was 7:52 pm, you hoped it would rain as soon as possible so you could go home, you wanted to try the dumplings from your mother's recipe book as soon as possible!

It didn't take long, you felt that someone was behind you then through the reflection of your cell phone screen you saw a guy with bright red hair looking at you, you turned to see him more clearly and also to approach him because of his intense gaze on you, but as soon as you saw who it was you felt your breath escape.

"Doyoung..."

Continued.

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[pluralthey]

have you ever introduced izzy’s alters here before? if not, could you show or talk a bit more about them? also, is there any reason why izzy sees herself as herself (mostly) in her head while felix sees themself as a little plush dude

dude i just spent a fucking hour answering this ask and tumblr decided to eat the entire post so sorry if i'm brusque about this.

this is izzi, she's the host of. izzi. she's a composite of 6 alters who integrated about half a decade prior and operate like 6 guys in a trenchcoat on a shared desire for power and control over the system using a hierarchy to resolve conflicts. not a subsystem, this is One Big Slime who used to be 6 Smaller Slimes.

the integrated alters:

this is 5150, the guy who functions as the head of the trenchcoat. it loves chaos and has a nasty habit of holding grudges. it's also incredibly weak without integrative support and has a lot to lose if the psyche becomes too unstable and consequently has a lot of motivation to, ironically, provide order and fairness between the integrative parts.

this is shivaree, first alter to integrate with 5150. she has a lot of influence over izzi's endgame personality as you might guess from how similar her appearance is. she was here for a good time not a long time and she loved fun, usually acquired through novelty. she was bubbly and social.

this is baby. baby was a psychosis sink, so, young, battered by psychotic symptoms constantly, and non-verbal. fourth to be integrated.

this is "the worm," although he went by like idk fucking oliver or something while he was hosting. sadboy, to izzi's integrated psyche he most provides some kind of moral compass because you can't feel like a bad person without one.

there were 2 more i never bothered to design, a skeleton edgelord (the face cutter) and a shadow the hedgehog introject, who had similar personalities, including their anger issues.

onto other alters who currently exist in izzi's system.

this is diesel. he's a composite of two protectors who integrated with each other instead of 5150 and he's tanky enough to step toe-to-toe with her when she's being a moron in a life-threatening way. diesel will ONLY front when he feels like his physical safety is on the line, but may do so before Literally Everything Is On Fire. rest is for the best babeyyy

this is LG. she's a little and she slides between ages 5 to like 13 or 14. she is a land before time fictive and she fucking loves dinosaurs so much. she fronts, y'know, whenever. she was Big Sleepy (dormant) while izzi was going through the process of integration, and is therefore not integrated. it isn't quite impossible to upset her but if you manage to do it the consequences are catastrophic.

these two are paired together even though they function separately and have very different personalities.

quinn is a textbook inner self helper/overseer, very hands-off, very aware of the system's lore and overall condition. they're a factive. plants are to them what dinosaurs are to LG.

malcolm is izzi's co-host. i would say you'd see them at least once per month if you were in contact with izzi every day. her longer term partners recognize malcolm (and LG) but she's told them to just shut the door on malcolm's face if they ever notice them fronting. they are a split from quinn and all of those bad little emotions that would make an overseer less rational got packed away into malcolm instead without any of the memories to even make sense of them. malcolm's existence happened after the period of intense integrative therapy for izzi, so they are not integrated with her. izzi sees malcolm as a symbol of failure on her part (even though they are Literally the only alter in the system who DIDN'T evade integration in some way, just straight up didn't exist while the therapy was happening), and the weakest link, consequently often using them like a punching bag. she will sometimes inexplicably veer to being friendly with them, but malcolm's disdain for her is a constant.

[goatcheesecak3]

Gavin's Diary

Gavin Ellis x F!Reader

Fic type: angst

Warnings: police violence, gun violence, coma, organised crime

Summary: Gavin reflects on the mistakes he's made in his diary, as he wonders what the future might hold for him and y/n

Y/N got fucked up. And it’s my fault. I roped Ray into some bullshit, even though she warned me not to. Ray is okay now, thank god, somehow he managed to go ten full days without spilling his guts – metaphorically and literally. He says he forgives me, but I still feel awful. That’s why I told that cop, I told him everything, and I begged him to give Ray immunity. I didn’t care if I went down for it, I just wanted to get him out of the mess I made. Well, turns out that was just another thing I fucked up, because it got the love of my life hurt.

I stood on the rooftop with Detective Paris, and told him the whole plan. I told him the part I played and I even gave him Pat’s name, and he told me I would be okay. I believed him. Why the fuck did I believe a cop? Staring down into the motel car park, I pointed out the car of the man who’d been sent there to kill me.

“you won’t have to worry about him anymore” were the last words I heard before my balance was thrown off, a firm slap to my back sent me lunging forwards. My life flashed before my eyes, before I realised I had stopped falling. Desperate, clamouring hands had gripped onto any part of me that they could, and pulled me back over the ledge and onto the roof once more. The screams, those awful screams could very well have been the last thing I heard from y/n, as she held my body, which was now limp with fear, kicking and shouting at the cop to get away. She had followed me there. Smart as ever, of course y/n had known that what she had always referred to as a “Gav plan” would fall through. She was always looking out for me. As if saving my life wasn’t enough, she was willing to sacrifice her own for me, shielding my body with her own as gunshots rang out.

All this commotion was enough to get the attention of the other cops in the building, as they dashed upstairs to find Detective Paris pointing a gun at y/n and me. None of the bullets had hit me, I was, somehow, entirely unscathed. I couldn’t say the same for y/n. She lay motionless, one bullet in her thigh, another in her back. Being as incredible as she always was, y/n had a tape recorder in her pocket, it had documented the entire altercation – all while she was creeping up on me and the cop, right until the paramedics later found it on her person. By some miracle, none of the bullets or blood had gotten to it. Needless to say, Detective Paris has been arrested.

The lawyer who had been assigned to Ray’s case has decided to take y/n and I on as clients too, she’s a nice lady, and I can tell she’s invested in the wellbeing of everyone involved. So far, it’s looking good for me on the legal front, there’s physical proof that I cooperated, and that I was assaulted by an officer. It’s looking like all my charges will be dropped if I agree to keep my mouth shut about what happened. I can’t say the same for y/n, though. Legally, obviously she’s fine, but she’s been in a medically induced coma for a week now and I can’t put into words how scared I am for her.

I’ve visited her every day for the last week, just sitting by her side, holding her hand and reading her poetry. I’m not sure if she can hear me, but I hope that if she can it’s brought her some type of comfort. It’s funny, I never really got the poems and books she enjoyed before, but now they’re the only things that comfort me. There’s this one poem by a guy called Thomas Hardy, it’s about his cat dying. Y/n always loved that one, and now I think I do too, I don’t know, I guess it reminds me of her or something.

I suppose that brings me to the present. The hospital called about an hour ago, an said y/n’s finally awake and in a stable condition. I’m writing this from the hospital waiting room, knowing that these may well be the last few moments I can kid myself that y/n and I are still together, I doubt she wants anything to do with me anymore after everything I’ve put her through. Still, y/n being alive and healthy whilst hating me is better than her dying because she loved someone as fucked up as I am.

I think the nurse is calling me now, wish me luck.

A/N i've got an idea for a part 2 to this, so let me know if anyone wants it!

[tobiasdrake]

Another flashback, but we've reached the important part: Where I show up!

We saw them as aspirational role models, but they just wanted out. There was so much that went unsaid during those years.

We were young when they started to betray us. This was only "A few years later". We're like five in this flashback.

What a raw deal of an offer.

Teaks explained to me how this works. There isn't a "more favorable" world out there. The multiverse consists of parallel timelines spinning out of Resh'an and Aephorul's conflict here.

There are three kinds of worlds: Worlds undergoing the same conflict we're fighting now, worlds where we lost and everything was consumed by a World Eater, and worlds where we won and the Guardian Gods now bar the Fleshmancer from touching them.

This conflict is the context that governs the multiverse. There is nothing outside of it. The only "more favorable" worlds are ones where we've already won.

And to be honest? I have my doubts that these jackasses can access one of those. Kinda seems like preventing such a thing from happening is the whole point of Guardian Gods, isn't it?

I had complicated feelings about Erlina and Bugraves before, especially after they ruined my fake birthday party. But those feelings are getting simpler by the moment. These guys played them for suckers.

Hahahahahaha no

Can you imagine accepting that offer? "Sure, shady person; Not only will I take you at your word that you're going to give me a better life, but I'll also let you rewrite my memories however you see fit so that I think our deal was whatever you want me to think it was!"

*deep breath* They told them about Torment. Okay, that's unsimplifying and recomplicating my feelings.

Torment was a checkmate of a Dweller. Absolutely. 100%. Its physical location, buried where the eclipse could never touch it, meant there was no way we were ever going to stop it. Even if we killed Woe and even if Strife didn't return, Torment would feed unimpeded until it became a World Eater.

No matter what we did, our timeline was doomed. We were only able to slay Torment because we had... whatever Serai is... with us. She's not a resource that the Solstice Warriors could ever have planned for. She doesn't factor into the calculus.

...this is the first I'm hearing of that condition. When were they going to tell us about it?

I kinda do. I get where you're coming from. Now more than ever.

But. Also? We killed Torment. I know killing Torment was impossible, but we did it. We killed Torment. So. Y'know. If you hadn't ruined my fake birthday then this would be over.

I don't think this is as simple as "right" answer or "wrong" answer. There was a meteor hurtling towards the planet, guaranteed to wipe out all life. Someone came to you and said, "Hey man, I can offer you and your loved ones passage on a spaceship to a new world if you'll help me set off nuclear armaggeddon ahead of the meteor's impact."

It's a moral conundrum. Let everyone die, or save the people you care about in exchange for everyone else dying faster. You're not really selling them out because they're screwed either way, but you are becoming personally responsible for their fate.

I get it. This isn't really about right or wrong.

But it is factional. You made your choice and we made ours. Either someone's going to have to budge, or someone's going to have to break.

We're coming up on the castle now. All of the mushrooms have faces which, as a botanophobe, is a solid 10 on the OH FUCK THAT scale. Once we cross this marsh, we should be clear to enter the castle and confront the Acolytes... and Strife.

I hope they have windows in the castle. We don't have the element of surprise; They tried to stop us from reaching Pocket Eclipse so we should assume they know we have it. But we do have Pocket Eclipse, which is an advantage all on its own.

I feel good about this. We're screwed, but we're going to go down swinging.

Someone seems to be living here. ...hey, wait a second. I just thought of something.

Didn't Teaks say that Yoyo lives in a swamp? Do you think she was talking about this swamp? This is the swampiest region of any island we've been to, save for Roro's swamp. We should keep an eye out for Yoyo.

Supposedly, she's super good at prophesizing. She might have some actually good prophecies for us.

Oh, this has to be Yoyo's home. I can't wait to meet her!

She's not exactly what I expected. But she's not not what I expected either, if that makes sense.

Don't worry, I know all about you. The mystical embodiment of centrism itself. I have absolute confidence that you'll play me straight, because good or bad, you're allergic to the entire concept of agendas.

Not an ally but potentially a valuable resource. I know the drill.

Okay, so we're not getting prophecies, then.

Well, we're on a pretty grand arc. Whole timeline could be decided by what happens in that castle. Do you have anything to share about that, at least?

Damn. Well, at least we tried. Elder Mist and Oracle of Tides both gave us prophecies that we suck too hard to achieve, and Yoyo can only see "grand arcs". I'm beginning to think that divination is overrated as a school of magic.

Or maybe we will get something? She seems pretty freaked out about TIA. Who, to be fair, is absolutely a person to be freaked out by for anyone who recognizes him.

Which is a lot. A lot of people seem to be recognizing him. Maybe this was a mistake, my guy.

[executie]

•••Some Spamton thoughts and headcanons•••

[how would he even fall in love?

I think with him it's pretty 'fast and hard' before his 'Big Shot' days. He was a struggling young man, I know he had friends at least, but I think he wanted a partner in the long run - just something he knew he'd want to have in the future. So I think a partner would be a heavens gift in his eyes - someone who loves a simple guy like him. He doesn't think of himself as a complete loser, I think he was just averagely normal and knew it. Maybe had some mental/neurodivergent struggles, maybe even stuttered or had a speech impediment of some sort.

Why 'fast and hard' - that's just specific for him, not much here. People fall in love differently, that's what I pick for him. But he falls hard and fast for his friends, not strangers or anyone who showed him just a bit of interest, bro knew he had value.

During 'Big Shot' days I think his ego definetly inflated and hurt him as a concequence. I definetly think he had a whore phase, cause who the fuck wouldn't in his specific place. Probably had his heart broken quite a few times during this period too from getting too attached too quickly from the lack of romantic experience. As time went on and his insecurity in his abilities grew, this definetly took a tall on his love life - I'd say he went back to falling only for closest friends/people who he conceded his stress and worries in (maybe Jevil, maybe Swatch, maybe someone else). I think he stopped falling for those that were after his success but never heightened his standards because he thought himself as a shitty partner at that point as well.

Then after a couple of years of constant stress and growing depression, maybe substance abuse (be it alcohol or nicotine, not necessarily drugs) his psyche was broken by him being thrown out of Queen's mansion (that's trauma number one).

Actually, no, his trauma number one was his friends turning away from him. It's pretty much confirmed he had NO ONE.

Trauma number two would be his insecurity growth and his uncertainty of the future, his abilities, definetly had impostor syndrome and some sort of personality crisis. That would happen while his success grew and his friends turned away from him.

Trauma number three is the phone not ringing anymore. That's when depression started.

Then him being thrown out.

I'd say that's when his psyche finally took damage that could not be reversed, bro is now slightly insane.

Then he tried to impersonate Swatch and took a swim in the acid river - that's another trauma. I think that's the first time his mind was properly smeared against the ground, leaving him scared and hopeless.

He never stopped trying to come back, of course, but that's just Spamton's iron will, the traumas just temporarily slowed him down.

And then years of homelessness beat him down to the level he is now - just harsh physical conditions.

I think what makes him absolutely and utterly amazing is his inner strength, perseverance and unwillingness to give up under any circumstance, just pure drive, because in his place I would not have gone for as long as he has.

And I can't even begin to imagine how fucked up everything he went through is.

Anyway, as for when his partner would come in: I like an AU where Spamton didn't come with Kris and co. but just returned to Cyber City. I think meeting with Kris definetly calmed him down in his insane pursuit of godhood, now he' would be ready to take things slow for once.

I say a month is enough reflection time for him to calm down and to come to terms with everything that happened regarding Kris; Spamton also definetly reflected on him nearly killing the kid - I don't think he was proud of that.

He is definetly a bitter, angry, hurt man, but with a good heart beneath all the pain and trauma he's endured.

So I say he is willing to keep hurting and using others mindlessly, before he befriends them.

So in the scenario where he would stumble across a future partner - he wouldn't trust them fully for a month or so, no matter how nice of interactions they have.

Than maybe they defend him in a street fight and he starts trusting them a bit more - maybe thinks they would be useful to keep around as a tough companion, but nothing more.

Than maybe they do something out of the goodness of their own heart and he genuinely appreciates it - I say that's them being genuinely interested in his shop, maybe helping him dumpster dive. I have a small nice headcanon that Spamton's future partner tries to help him by finding or thrifting and unwanted laptop to expand his business o line - maybe they don't find a laptop for him after all, or maybe they do - why the fuck not - but I say that's the moment he's touched by the reckless effort and decides they are now acquaintances instead of customer/salesman business partners.

And after that his future s/o feels easier around him as well, visits him more, they talk about things, share meals. Maybe hang out (definetly do more dumpster diving) or travel together somewhere nice, Spamton takes them to quite a few cool sightseeing spots. Maybe they sneak onto a roof of a skyscraper and have a meal there.

Maybe Spamton's now friend sneaks away cool dishes for him from a work event, and then finally fully acknowledges Spamton being homeless and pities him (not openly, they know Spamton's ego and heart couldn't handle it) and goes 'fuck it' and casually invites him to their house for lunch.

Maybe Spamton declines the offer for a month straight and then agrees just out of annoyance and then actually loves the experience, and maybe, surrounded by comfort and warmth of a home, having warm food in him, being in company of a person he trusts his life with (even if out of practical reasons) he fucking RELAXES for once in his horrible, grim life and thinks 'huh, I should do that more often'.

So they do, because god knows his friend is having a small crush on him already (they are weird and their tastes are insane), and maybe Spamton finally realised that he has made a friend and maybe that realisation hits him just a bit too hard and a small part of his broken heart gets put back in place. And maybe after that he tells the reader that he is grateful for them as a friend, and admits that for the first time in a long time, he feels content about anything in his life.

And maybe that's when he notices to himself that the reader is somewhat hot, and their strength is impressive, and their compassion and kindness is inspiring, and the contrast of him and Spamton is comforting and refreshing.

And maybe then reader shares a dark secret - about their past and their insecurities, their admiration for Spamton's strength and how they would have never been as tough as Spamton and that's why they think he's so cool and inspiring to them personally.

And maybe that's the moment Spamton takes a compliment genuienly and feels like the person in front of him appreciates Spamton for what he is - his strengths and weaknesses. And then just maybe, just maybe, realises he feels the same deep way about reader.

And that's when the LOVE kicks in hooooo boy.

His future s/o knows they have an infatuation with him. But then after they share a vulnerable moment, they start to get even closer, hang out more. Spamton becomes a regular guest in their home and they get used to him being close. And infatuation grows into comfort, feeling of safety and fondness. The closer they get - the closer they are physically - that results in intimate interest.

And Spamton feels just the same way, although processes it much worse - he IS a homeless mentally ill old man after all, and he knows it.

But when the confrontation of the live confession happens - that's probably when his mental shit hits the fan in his brains. Good thing his love interest is right there to comfort him :)

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I wrote this in one go at 4am while sleep deprived help and don't judge me

[kinkandkreep]

Another Doramai Blurb (this time featuring angst because the brainrot never stops 🫠)

Doramai angst! Doramai angst!

I had started working on this concept as a full story to post on my ao3 (which is GoddessLegendary if anyone was interested) but as I've decided to focus on other pursuits for now, I will instead be sharing the general idea as a blurb here.

So basically, we boutta combine essentially all of my favorite tropes and themes into one story, and feature one of my favorite ships at the center of it.

Draken has developed Hanahaki disease.

No one knows, and if someone were to discover this, they would be incredibly confused because he and Mikey are married, and seem to be more in love than they ever have been.

At least, that's the image they maintain.

The truth is, Mikey has been cheating on Draken with some random guy (or make it one of the cast for extra angst) for upwards of 6 months, and for as much as Ken can tell, has subsequently fallen out of love with him.

That's the only explanation for the red and yellow carnations, aloe and honeysuckle that erupts from his lungs with every coughing fit, each petal stained with the dull crimson of blood.

Ken's not sure Mikey knows he's fallen out of love with him though- the little blonde probably thinks it's just fun and games; a little excitement to liven up his increasingly mundane life.

As his condition worsens, it becomes difficult for Ken to hide his ailment, so he confides in Mitsuya, who, upon hearing of Manjiro's infidelity, has to be physically restrained from going and starting a fight.

Long story short, Takashi's eventually able to convince Ken to get the surgery to remove the roots which have taken up residence in his lungs before they kill him. (In my au, the surgery doesn't remove the memory entirely of the other person, just any and all romantic feelings for them. Depending on how deep the feelings were initially and the constitution of the sufferer, it is possible for those feelings to return.)

When Manjiro finds out about the whole situation, it's far too late.

Ken's had the surgery, and his romantic feelings for Mikey have entirely disappeared.

Now, this is where things take a turn.

Manjiro, having realized the error of his ways, had broken things off with whoever he was having his affair with, and had decided to turn a new leaf and devote himself entirely to Ken.

But now, Ken is explaining to him that he's fallen out of love and is serving him divorce papers.

Mitsuya being present for the exchange doesn't help, and Manjiro, in his desperation, assumes Ken had also been cheating on him with Takashi as retaliation for his cheating.

He becomes hysterical, desperately trying, and ultimately failing, to convince Ken to give them another chance. Ken then explains the situation of his Hanahaki, and Manjiro is driven to shocked and guilt stricken tears.

Anyway, time passes, and Ken and Takashi begin to pursue each other, whereas Manjiro is left to stew in his own increasing darkness, bitterness and envy.

As you probably could have expected if you know anything about my writing, this takes a yandere turn.

Mikey was always obsessed with Draken, and through some convoluted mental gymnastics, he convinced himself that Ken was too good for him, and would eventually step out on him once he became bored and/or overwhelmed with Mikey.

So, he stepped out first, and simply got caught up.

But now that's he taken a step back and lost Ken, he realizes how stupid and immature that train of thought was, and is.

Now he's desperate to get Ken back, by any means necessary.

Cue the stalking/manipulation/potential murder.

And hey, if you're feelin' particularly wild, you could even fashion this into an ABO au somehow.

Anywho, das what I got fa y'all this time round. Hope y'all enjoyed! And feel free to share your thoughts in the comments or my askbox. 👋🏾

[therealadothamilton]

How to deal with a gang of bullies: Punch back until they stop.

Have you ever beaten up a bully? Yes. Quite a few, actually.

When I was in 4th grade, I was younger than the 3rd graders in my school. Since there were no magnet schools at this time and they were just starting to put gifted programs in place, the decision had been made when I was in 2nd grade to put me ahead. Since I had started kindergarten early, this made me younger than kids in the grade below me.

Also when I was in 2nd grade, my parents put me in competetive swimming because I had a sway back and the doctor said that would correct it. So, by the time 4th grade rolled around, I was in very good physical condition. But I was still younger and therefore smaller than the 3rd graders.

There were two third graders who, for whatever reason, didn't like me and began to bully me during recess, lunch and during P.E. I was a bit of a loner, and they and their little gang of ne'er do wells would hunt me down and tease me unmercifully.

At this time in my life, I was quite the little pacifist. I loved Ferdinand the Bull, and the TV show King Fu, where David Carridine went around the old West being a pacifist until bad guys made him kick their asses. So, I did not stand up to the bullying at first. I just ignored it.

Unfortunately, the taunting grew more bold, and then escalated to hitting and punching. It wasn't more than a kick here or a punch there, but I grew more and more upset about it, wondering why the pacifism wasn't working. Why would Jesus say to turn the other cheek when all that got you was hit more? I complained to the teachers and monitors but nobody did anything.

I spoke to my parents about it, and my mom pointed out that Jesus also said that he came with a sword. They gave me permission to hit back if I was hit.

By this time, the two kids who hated me had gathered up a posse of about 6 or 7 kids. They surrounded me on the playground at lunch, and the hitting started. I knew that I could not take them all at once, so I acted scared and started running. At this time in my life I was swimming about a mile four times a week, so running a few laps around the playground was no big deal for me.

My attackers, however, soon became winded and their tight gang thinned out into a straggly, single file line. When I had thinned them out to about 50 yards between each person, I ran around the corner of a building. As each one came around the corner huffing and puffing, I punched them full in the face, knocking each one to the ground. All 6 or 7 of them got their asses handed to them and they all ran crying to the teacher.

The principal called me in and threatened to expel me, but I pointed out that the teacher had seen every single one of those kids chasing me. (I made sure I ran past the teacher at least twice, trying to get her to intervene). The bullies had instigated the conflict, and none of them would have gotten punched if they had not come at me aggressively. Plus, I was shorter, smaller, and younger.

I never got expelled and I never got bullied at that school again.

[bonesandthebees]

hi bones!! i have recently read what you have written so far of through a glass divine!! i have a lot of thoughts so i will talk about the two most recent chapters.

i actually adored the writing at the end of chapter 8 when tommy calls wilbur by his name. its super in character of him because imagine you've just met this guy and you ask him his name and he keeps insisting that he doesn't have one and that he really isnt a person. and i think glass!tommy sees how fucked up this is and it's shown earlier that he's a caring person. i mean in the first few chapters he freaked out when he found out wilbur had gotten hurt, even if it was just a few little scratches. glass!tommy just kind of wants to help, but in the end he's just a kid with his own issues too and he doesn't exactly know how to do that. he's seen wilbur as a person since the get go even if wilbur himself didnt. that's the reason he didn't tell the others wilbur's name because he's not some secret to be passed around or a shiny crystal ball he is a person with free will and thoughts and he wants to treat him like a person because it's the least he deserves. i think maybe glass!tommy has some experience with being seen as something rather than someone being in the "scary death cult" and branded a terrorist rather than someone with admittedly messy motives and a good heart underneath it all.

also glass!wilbur pitching in that you know what yeah the others should kill him? fantastic. i love how shocked aimsey was by the way because wilbur still doesn't view himself as a person. i love the part where niki and jack jump to his defense and he is just so freaked out by it. he's been trying to figure out why everyone is being so patient with him especially jack and niki and in the end it's again because they value him as a person and understand that he has his reasons he has feelings. while yes wilbur was being a pain in the ass it is understandable to some degree and they acknowledge that they would do the same. and they never once say attacking tommy was okay but they do understand where he's coming from. glass!wilbur has been so conditioned to not recognize his own emotions and motives and has been taught time and time again to be a vessel for someone else and to finally have someone acknowledge his agency and understand it? yeah of course that's scary and it's brilliant writing!! the part where tommy gets mad at tubbo for comparing him to a stray dog? cinematic masterpiece by the way. also having chinese satellite on the glass playlist? AMAZING CHOICE. i can't wait to see where wilbur ends up on this journey!!

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aaa hi!! I'm so glad you enjoyed the end of chapter 8! it felt super in character to me too. it's exactly what you said. tommy is a caring person, and he sees how fucked up a lot of the pythian traditions are, so he wants to help. but he's not going to go about it in the best way because, again, impulsive teenager that's part of a death cult. but he's seen wilbur as a person this whole time. him finding wilbur's name wasn't meant to disregard his personhood, which is why he doesn't tell it to the others either. he doesn't want to keep affirming the narrative of calling him by his title instead of a name, so yeah in tommy's mind it was just kind of his only option. but he's going to try and not be a dick about it. at least as best he can.

oh yeah aimsey was playing a very interesting role in the argument because while they defended tubbo, they weren't really on his side. they don't want to kill the pythia and they were horrified when he agreed with it himself. they were only defending tubbo because tommy shoved him, and they didn't want things to get physical.

niki and jack my beloveds!! yeah they've actually spent a lot of time with him alongside tommy, so they jump to his defense because they both have a better idea of what he's actually like as a person compared to most of the deathlings. they also both know they're bitchy people who would probably react the same way he did to the entire situation, so they just get it.

wilbur is terrified that he's finally being perceived as a person and not a deity. the fear of being known and all that. he's not used to that acknowledgement in the slightest and it's just scary!!

i'm so glad you're enjoying so far! the tubbo dog line I actually came up with on the spot while I was writing and i was thrilled with how the scene played out in my head

(also, love chinese satellite as a song so much. I especially think the lines "Pretending to be myself / Why would somebody do this on purpose / When they could do something else?" fits glass!wilbur so much. ty eli birdfeet for suggesting it to me)

[crystalelemental]

Unit Teambuilding - Mix Red

I debated whether I even wanted to do this one. If I'm being honest, I really struggle with this. When I do these teambuilding things, I like to at least run by the structure of "how does this perform on an F2P budget," giving at least one team that's all F2P aligned allies to showcase how it holds up. This is true for the limited pairs especially, since I personally consider nothing to be worse than a limited pair requiring another limited pair to perform.

Joke's on me though! DeNA has absolutely created worse, by introducing the concept of hey, what if the only way to get a pair was to pay for it, and you still had to roll the dice? Also what if it was Red, my personal most hated character in the series now? And what if, just hypothetically, we made him with Venusaur, and then gave him identical tools to SS Leaf so he's effectively better in every way? What if that?

General Overview So I'll talk about him, but I'm not teambuilding. Because truth be told? No one should pull on this. And keep in mind, I'm one of those that was Variety Neutral. I don't love those, but if they're a favorite or they had something interesting going on you wanted, sure, go for it. EX colors were never that important to me. I think the outrage around Variety Scouts was at least somewhat overblown.

This, though? People honestly aren't mad enough. If this game had a robust competitive or co-op mode, I can promise you, this would be the thing that killed the game. Because now you have to pay to keep up at all.

Fortunately, Masters is making many a questionable financial move, but is not, as of yet, requiring anything. It's aggressive monetization, no one can question that, but it's not like Mix Red is a necessity. Or, to be brutally honest, even all that good. Yes, he has some very nice debuff tools, including both offenses (randomly) and -2 AoE Sp Def per Buddy move. Yes, he gets his baby cheat skill to always crit and never miss. Yes, he gets Grassy Terrain on his Max Move (they didn't even do GMax because they know how bad Damage Field sucks) and his first sync, thanks to being a Field pair.

He also has worse Sp Atk than Piers. Granted, Archie proved ages ago you can work around such limitations with the right tools, so mild complaint. The bigger issue is that his Buddy Move is conditional on Grassy Terrain, and he only gets two activations. And if you want to debuff Sp Def quickly for a sync, you're popping Max Move right away. Terrain ends roughly after second sync, and is gone forever. I expected Red to be overblown given his presence, to the point I fully anticipated these Mix pairs being a response to the Ultimate Battles they're going to pump out. But this? This barely keeps up with Gauntlet, much less the endurance contest Anabel is shaping up to be.

So if he's not that next level powercreep answer to the new hardest content...what is he? A Grassy Terrain support, and a Grass-type damage dealer. Well great news, chucklenuggets! Adaman's still top dog, and physical still dominates the Grass meta! Your own single-target damage is base 180; good but not exceptional. And that shrivels up to Razor Leaf once your Terrain dies. So you're hardly breaking new ground as a Grass damage dealer. There's an argument for him being the Special counter part to SS Acerola. It's a bad one, but it's there. But there is no competing against SS Lyra with this guy. Her utilities massively eclipse his own thanks to guaranteed flinch.

For a pair that is exclusively paid for, who has no new costume and no unique EX, this is...bizarre. It's not bad, but I wouldn't consider it the best pull of the month. I don't even consider it top three. In fact, I'd probably say all the PokeFairs are better than this guy. Yes, even you, Elaine. At least you have supreme Gauntlet potential. Red just feels really, really weird. You'd expect a paid-only pair to be game-breaking, but...he's just kinda regular good-ish.

And I think I know why. It's the 300 scout point thing, isn't it? They honest to god think that 300 scout points is being too generous, on a paid-only scout. They earnestly believe that cutting the scout points is a level of "accessible" significant enough to hold back on this pair that costs the equivalent of like $200. That "easier to pity" is enough to hold back, despite how much is demanded for it. Let this be a lesson to you, friends, about what this game truly is. This is gacha. Anything that isn't maximum exploitation is to be considered an act of supreme generosity, and comes with them taking something away in turn. Nothing is free, and they hate you for having money that isn't going to them. Don't fucking pull this Red.

[discyours]

since you're a very ssa-leaning bi woman, have you've ever made people feel confused and like they seriously believe you to be a lesbian instead of bi? i don't read as straight at all, but i also apparently don't read as bi either. people of all orientations have told me that they seriously think me to be a lesbian, despite years of confusion on my end and 'trying' on labels before just shrugging and going "welp i'm just bi i think" right now. but i think it's the ssa-leaning part that's making things complicated. also, how does you being ssa-leaning bode with having this relationship with a man right now? does he know and does he ever get insecure about your desires oriented towards women rather than men? you don't have to answer if this is too personal but i feel like we have a lot in common regarding our orientation and trauma, so it's nice to hear from another like myself. <3

I'd say I'm pretty straight passing right now, but I did used to have an online lesbian friend/mentor who invited me to some kind of lesbian meetup after I'd realised I was bi. "I'm not a lesbian though" was met with "well it's for all young lesbians, regardless of what you're calling yourself right now". And semi dated a woman who also didn't really accept that I might be (or as it turns out, am) bi. I think the issue is that people take it quite personally when someone they heavily relate to identifies differently than they do. Society's pressure for women to be with men is really strong. You really have to be quite confident in yourself to assert that that isn't something that's going to work for you, and that confidence can be shaken when you meet someone who seems to be like you but doesn't consider themselves to be 100% incompatible with men. I don't really blame anyone for finding my sexuality confusing, I just ask that they grant me the same level of patience for initially mislabeling myself.

As for my bf, yes he absolutely knows and I think that's the reason that this is the first healthy, functional heterosexual relationship I've ever been in. Pressure is the death of healthy attraction, and in the past I've always felt the need to feign feelings I didn't have. Women are conditioned to always do The Nice Thing. Refusing to call someone handsome even though he just called you pretty is not The Nice Thing. Turning down a guy you aren't attracted to is not The Nice Thing. Telling your partner you don't love him back is not The Nice Thing. I actually convinced myself that I had a "type" for ugly (old, fat, just downright strange looking) men, because at least they don't expect you to find them handsome (doesn't work, they're insecure and I only ended up feeling more pressure to salvage their self esteem by lying to them).

When I first met my bf we had a good connection and bonded over both struggling to develop normal romantic feelings (in general, not towards each other) despite wanting to. I was 100% honest with him from the start about finding men (including him) ugly and there were never really any expectations that that'd change. Which I guess isn't the same as not having any hard feelings about it but he never has. All either of us has ever cared about is that we're both happy with whatever kind of relationship we have, and that's gradually grown into one where we're both physically and romantically attracted to each other.

Being more attracted to women than I am to men doesn't mean I'd leave him for some random woman who happens to be my type. It means I never could've built a relationship with him based on initial physical attraction. Once you're in a long term relationship I don't think it makes any sense to be insecure about that (and when we weren't in a long term relationship it didn't make any sense either, because the feelings required in order to be hurt weren't there). All being with me instead of a woman who does have a lot of surface attraction towards men means now is that he knows I'm attracted to him because of who he is and because of the degree to which he's been able to make me feel comfortable, not because he has abs (which he did when we met, and now he doesn't have to worry about losing them). The capacity to be attracted to other people is there for straight women too, so being bothered just because mine is aimed towards women would have to be based on either homophobia or an inability to believe that I actually like him. We wouldn't be in a relationship for very long if either of those applied.

[megan-loves-surveys]

I have no idea what number we are up to, so just say this is entry 15 lol.

What was the last bad thing that happened to your phone? My phone is in great condition, not even a crack or a scratch on it.

Have you ever been with someone while they were throwing up? Yes, but I hated every second of it.

Who was the last person you talked to on instant messenger? My boyfriend.

Would you rather get pregnant at too young an age or never be able to reproduce? Never be able to, cos I don't want kids.

Have you ever gotten alcohol poisoning? No.

Do you do your own laundry? I don't, cos my Mum insists on doing it.

Do you currently have a hickey? No.

Ever had a near death experience? I've been hit by a car and almost died, if I'd been 1cm in a different direction I'd have died on impact.

Have you ever kissed in the rain? Yes.

What are you excited for? In the next week or so, not much. But there's some fun stuff coming up.

Have you been to the beach this year? No.

Would you put your life on the line for anyone? Hmm.

Are there any bruises/cuts on your body? Not at the moment.

What was the last app you downloaded on your phone? I think it was the new Ticketmaster app.

Have you ever been to any supposed haunted locations? Did you experience anything weird? No, but I so want to.

What breed was the last dog you saw? Not sure, but it was really small and really cute.

Who was the last person to sleep in your bed? Apart from me, my boyfriend.

What’s something you’re obsessed about right now? The new songs on the 20th anniversary edition of Girls Aloud's WWTNS album. There's 3 songs they never used, and they're all AMAZING. I can't stop listening to them!

Do you date outside your own race? Oh yeah, sure.

What are some of your turn-offs? Heavily into religion (if you're religious but don't mention it constantly, that's cool), doesn't want to go out and do stuff, super hairy (some hair on their chest and that is hot but please don't look like a sasquatch xD) etc.

Were you present at any major historical events (e.g. 9/11)? No.

How many chairs are in the room you’re currently in? Two - my computer chair and a Wrestlemania chair from Mania 35, that I use to put clothes on lol.

Have you been craving any particular snack lately? Which? Always chips.

Can you recall the first film you ever saw at a cinema? No clue.

Who was the last person you had a good giggle with? My Mum.

Have you had any news of any kind lately? Not really.

How many times in your life would you say you’ve been in love? Once, currently <3

Do people hang up flyers around your neighborhood? No.

Are you an aunt/uncle? Would you like to be? I'm an only child, so I can't ever be lol.

Do you have raccoons where you live? No.

Do you ever keep fresh flowers in the house? No.

Have you ever made graffiti? Kinda - I used to skip maths classes at primary school to sit in the toilets, and I ended up graffitiing them lol. They called a school assembly to talk about it and everything xD They never found it was me, so I'm sorry to my school!

Do you know anyone who has a hearing deficit? Yes.

What makes a person physically beautiful to you? It's hard to pinpoint cos the guys I like all look COMPLETELY different to each other. Like my boyfriend doesn't look anything like the wrestlers and singers I think are hot lol.

Would you miss winter if it never came back? Why or why not? Hell no, I hate cold weather.

Does bad weather ruin your day? Why or why not? It depends what I'm doing - if I have to be outside a lot, then it would ruin it.

How long has it been since you moved out of the house you grew up in? I moved out of there in 2004, so 20 years this year!

What color shirt are you wearing? No shirt, I'm wearing a purple playsuit.

What was the last flavor of ice cream you ate? Chocolate.

What is your favorite type of soup? Chicken noodle.

What is your favorite board that you’ve made on Pinterest? -

What was the last thing you ate or drank that was blue raspberry-flavored? A candy/lolly of some sort probably.

What was the last flavor of tea you drank? I don't like tea.

What type of fruit do you eat the most? Kiwifruit.

Do you enjoy going to your local county fair? -

What was the last video game that you beat? I'm notorious for never finishing games lol. But I finished the first game of the Phoenix Wright trilogy the other day - I've played it numerous times before, but it was the first time I'd finished the one on the Steam version.

Do you like peaches? Yes! Yummy.

Have you ever had lice? No.

Do you believe in astrology? Not really, but it's fun to read about.

Do you like Lady Gaga or does she try too hard? I like her a lot, she's extremely talented. Her albums are great and she's phenomenal live.

Where did you last wear a bathing suit? A pool most likely :P

Do you feel more comfortable with a male or female doctor/nurse? I don't care tbh. As long as they help me, I don't care about their gender.

When’s the next time you’ll be drinking? Not sure tbh.

Did you know you wanted to be in a relationship with the person you are now when you first met him/her? Yes.

What if you found out your partner had a previous sex change? Be very confused, cos there's no way to mistake his man bits for someone who used to be female, lol. But I know you mean would I care if they were trans - if they told me straight up when we first met, then I'd be cool with it.

Have you ever dated someone in the military? No.

Do you know how to make origami? No.

How would you like to be proposed to one day? I don't want that.

When was the last time you saw your brother? -

Do you like chocolate and mint together? I don't like mint.

Have you ever had chocolate-covered gummy bears? Yes.

Think back to your most important relationship, was it all your fault it’s over? I'm still in said relationship.

Do you remember the meanest thing the last person you kissed ever said to you? I can't think of anything truly mean my boyfriend has said to me. He's said things during sex, but they don't count xD

What’s your favorite Coke product? Coke Zero Sugar.

Which of the guys you’ve been interested in hurt you the most? Not sure.

Have you ever kissed someone who had a boyfriend/girlfriend? Probably, I'm sure I've kissed a few people who had partners but didn't tell me.

How many presents do you usually receive on your birthday? Enough, lol.

If you could change one thing about your appearance what would it be? Flatter stomach.

If space were easier to travel, would you want to explore it? No.

Describe the best thing about being inside. You don't get wet when it rains xD

Describe the best thing about being outside. Sometimes fresh air helps me feel better when I feel a bit shit. Also there's a chance to see cats and dogs LOL.

Ever faked an orgasm? Probably.

Do you like the sound of birds chirping, or does it piss you off? Depends how the bird sounds, if it's super screechy then it needs to STFU hahaha.

Ever wanted to be a vet? No.

Ever had an infection of any kind? Oh yeah.

Have you ever held a starfish? No.

What’s your favorite thing from Olive Garden? We don't have that in my country.

Do you use an instant messenger? If so, what is it? FB Messenger and Discord.

Which of your exes is the best looking? Probably... Lee.

Where did your last ex ask you out? At a bar, lol.

Do you consider yourself a nature person?

Not really.

What kind of collection would you like to start?

I have enough collections that I waste money on already xD

What helps you take your mind off your problems?

Playing games or watching YouTube videos.

Who do you miss, if anyone?

A few people.

What do you miss, if anything?

When WWE used to come to NZ lol, they haven't been to my city since 2016 :(

Do you prefer to live alone or live in a family?

I've never lived alone so I can't say.

What states have you visited, that you remember?

Let's see... New York, New Jersey, Massachusetts, Florida, Virginia, Texas, Louisiana, Illinois, Arizona, Nevada, California and I've also been to Washington DC. I've flown through and went on a train through a few others like Washington, Rhode Island and Connecticut. Pretty good for a Kiwi I think lol.

What countries have you visited?

NZ, Australia, USA, UK and I've flown through a few others like Singapore.

What countries do you want to visit?

Japan, France, Italy, Finland, more USA, more UK.

What states would you most like to visit?

I'd go back to most of the ones I've already visited for followup visits to do stuff I missed, not sure about new ones. Maybe Pennsylvania and Georgia to visit Philly and Atlanta.

What are five careers you’ve considered?

Lawyer, librarian, secretary (which is my current job basically), flight attendant and teacher.

Do you use a sunlamp when it’s cloudy?

No.

What’s your latest discovery?

Hmm.

What do you wish your hair looked like?

I wish it was longer and a bit thicker.

Which family member has your exact smile?

Dunno.

Do you still feel anything for the first person you fell in love with?

Yes, we're still together and still in love haha.

What’s one thing you’re behind on?

Mox's indie matches, there's a few I need to catch up on and watch but I'm lazy haha.

Who was the last person you called?

My boyfriend.

Do you take pictures on your phone?

Thousands xD

How old were you the first time you loved school?

Dunno.

How old were you the first time you encountered God?

Never.

Have you ever hallucinated?

Probably.

Do you clean your place often?

Not often, but sometimes. It's not dirty, just messy.

Do you struggle to get by?

I do alright.

What color is your wristwatch?

I have a FitBit, it has a black strap.

If you had a girl and a boy, what would you name them?

I don't want kids, but I'd go with May and Nathaniel.

Who is the best looking male celebrity, in your opinion?

Jon Moxley. He counts, STFU lol.

Do you still miss a friend who betrayed you?

No.

How many subscribers do you have on YouTube?

I rarely upload, I only have a few videos on it from concerts I've been to, but somehow I have 168 subs?

If you’d like to share, what is your screenname on Instagram?

I don't use it.

Do you use Snapchat?

See above.

Do you enjoy typing?

Yes, it's basically my thing lol. I do a lot of it for my job.

Are you a fast texter?

Yes.

Would you rather text or call?

Text.

Do you know anyone who has everything handed to them?

Yes.

Would you ever want to be a famous youtuber?

Maybe, but also probably not.

Do you know anyone who’s colorblind?

No.

[marcvscicero]

boring life update below so feel free to scroll past !!!

but guys my new saturday job is at a skip place (my brother and my aunt’s bf also work there) + it’s so funny to me

1st class honours degree + 2:1 masters degree in ancient history ??? ur sorting through skip rubbish now !!!

jokes aside tho it’s actually really good :) not only is it just me and like 4 others, who are all very nice, in a little metal box, but it’s £130 for 7 hours, once a week, including an hour paid lunch break ?!?!?!

also all my past jobs were retail with customers yelling at me all day for half the pay, longer hours, no breaks AT ALL, and no staff room, fridge, working tap, or clean toilet (yes ik it was technically illegal) 💅 i’m being spoilt now 💅

AND i’m the only girl working in this section (i’ve seen one other lady, but she was a truck-driver), so not only do i get a nice, clean, barely-used toilet all to myself (and maybe one other person), but i think the guys are also subconsciously giving me the nicer/easier jobs (i am NOT complaining this is GOOD gender “inequality” shut up they’re all very lovely men) 🤭🤭

[also, i had to quit my last job after finding out VERY LATE IN LIFE that not only am i severely depressed + anxious etc, but i’m also severely autistic + i probably also have mild adhd + a physical condition like POTS (i’m too poor + my family is also dirt poor to get a real diagnosis), so i took sick pay + then quit and decided to take a few months off working, because i was ummmm LITERALLY about to kill myself like we were hitting back in 2017 levels, so this seems perfect perfect perfect! very minimal masking, once a week so plenty of time to recover, good pay!]

do u guys like my saturday gear xx