#they weren’t WRONG. but there were so many

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voodoo doll- s. geto

he hated how you were always in his head, no matter how hard he tried to get you out. cw: pre-relationship, fluff, geto not getting the memo, miscommunications but it works out in the end wc: 0.8k song: voodoo doll by 5sos

"TELL ME WHERE YOU'RE HIDING YOUR VOODOO DOLL CAUSE I CAN'T CONTROL MYSELF."

Suguru Geto hated the way that you had him sticking around after class to hear your god awful storytimes.

He hated the way that your laugh lingered in his mind even when you weren’t there- echoing in moments he was supposed to be studying.

He hated the way that your voice would enter his mind when he least expected it, taking away his focus.

He hated the way that you had him groaning in the middle of the night after waking up from a dream about you.

He hated how infatuated he was with you. He wondered if it was a side effect of your cursed technique. Maybe that one time you sparred together is what cursed him to fall for you. That had to be it. Maybe you had some form of emotional voodoo technique that you hadn’t discovered.

“Suguru, you’re staring,” you pointed out, a smile tugging at your lips as you pulled him back to reality. “Apologies,” he replied smoothly, hiding his flushed cheeks with a witty retort. “I was wondering what you’d look like as a monkey.”

There were only so many witty comebacks he could make. Only so many ways he could deflect from the situation.

“You like me, don’t you, Suguru?”

His body froze at your accusation.

“No.” “Liar.”

The accusations continued for weeks on end. It was your favorite game- teasing him and seeing his lightly flustered face. Not just you. Gojo and Shoko had happily joined in.

“Just confess and get it over with,” Gojo insisted, lounging across Geto’s bed as if it was his own. “There’s nothing to confess,” Geto tried to convince himself. “You’re just embarrassing yourself at this point,” Shoko added, cigarette lazily hung from her lips as she continued to look down at her book.

It wasn’t like they were wrong either. No matter how much he denied it, they were right. You’d spent the past 2 years together, side by side through missions, training, and dozens of late-night conversations when neither of you could fall asleep. And other than Gojo, you were the person he spent the most time with. Even if you drove him insane, it made sense for it to have happened eventually.

But no matter the ‘sense’ of the situation, he still hated the way that you’d always caught him slacking. Every glance. Every time he stared at the vending machine, wondering if he should get you something as well. Every time he got distracted while talking to Gojo and would accidentally slip out your name mid conversation.

He hated the way you always managed to get under his skin. How every time you had a study session with the four of you, your arm would always end up resting itself on one of his limbs.

He hated the way you’d always find him in moments when he finally got you out of his head- catching him off guard with a teasing smile and some ridiculously witty comment.

“You’re staring again, Suguru,” you teased. “Should I pose next time? Maybe you can snap a picture?”

He choked on his response, earning a laugh from you that made his chest ache. 

Geto felt like he was being set up when he ended up on a one-on-one mission with you. He was cornered and painfully aware of your presence- how you stood just a little too close, how you glance at him out of the corner of your eye like you were waiting for him.

He kept his distance on the way back, trying to be as silent, brooding, and nonchalant as possible. But for a moment, he turned to you, stealing another glance. The look on your face- serious, earnest, nervous, and stuck in thought- was enough to make his heart skip a beat.

“Why won’t you just admit it?” you asked softly. “Nothing to admit.” You furrowed your brow, stepping close enough to him that he could see it, “I don’t know why you need to lie. I wouldn’t be teasing you so much if I didn’t like you back.”

He froze in place.

“I’m tired of waiting for you to say it first, Suguru.” “Fine,” he admitted at last, his voice low. “You win. I like you. A lot.”

Your grin was immediate and radiant, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Suguru felt free. Before he could let his brain think rationally, his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as his thumbs drew circles on your hips.

He silenced the comment you had brewing by quickly leaning in, brushing his lips against yours in a kiss that stopped you from making fun of him. His hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you in even closer as your fingers gripped his uniform shirt- holding tight as if you never wanted to let go.

“I should have made you admit it sooner,” you teased as you pulled away. “Shut up.”

[writingwisterias]

Day 22: Voyeurism

Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader Warnings: SMUT, MNDI, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Room sharing Masterlist Dedicated to Two ILY

The moonlight filtered through the cracks of the blinds of the hotel room. Your twin beds were in the middle of the room, the TV off to the side and a bathroom just by the entrance. Smaller than what you would have picked, you definitely wouldn't be sharing with Leon if they weren’t so tight with the accommodation budget. There was nothing wrong with the man, you admired his work ethic and had grown to admire him in many ways. The two of you worked well as partners; your fighting and problem-solving, methods complimented each other well enough that you barely failed a mission that you were assigned to together. 

You were facing his bed, something you never normally did for fear of opening your eyes and seeing him looking back. It had happened one too many times, you could feel the phantom blush form from the last time. However, tonight he was on his back, his hair falling over his eyes, mouth parted slightly. You could very faintly hear the breaths as they left his lips. You had grown a crush on your partner - it was difficult for that to happen with how attractive and caring he was.

He looked so peaceful like this, dreaming whatever he was dreaming. Nothing disturbing him. Until you heard it. The shuffle of the duvet as he moved—the slick sounds of something wet. Your eyes scanned his form, tucking the duvet under your chin to give yourself more range. There it was, the subtle movement lower down. It was almost like he was itching his thigh…maybe that's what he was doing. It didn’t explain the wet sounds though. 

He threw the duvet off next - maybe he was just sweaty. Your brain came up with any and every excuse you could think of until the moon hit the tip of his cock. You felt your throat tighten at the sight of it. His hand was gripped tightly around the base, squeezing it gently as his cock hardened. You watched it rise out of its slumber like an animal; Leon’s eyes were now open as he watched what he was doing. He paused his movements, listening to the sound of your breathing in case he was loud and woke you up. His eyes flicked over to your form for just a second and sighing in relief when he noticed your body hadn’t moved since the last time he checked. 

His hand worked slowly up and down his erection. Your eyes followed the movement like you were watching a tennis game. Leon’s mind was filled with images of you, unable to get the thought of you underneath him out of his dreams. During your latest mission you were trapped together, bodies pressed against each other so close your breath mingled. Your hands were pressed against his chest, head tucked safely in his neck as he took advantage of the situation and pulled you closer. He felt bad - doing this whilst you were asleep next to him. Your dreams seemed far more peaceful than his own. That was until he saw your eyes weren’t closed, they were focused on his movements. 

Leon bit his lip as he realised you were watching. His mind wondered if you were soaking your underwear at this sight, his brain refusing to acknowledge that you could be finding this weird. Instead using the fact that you were watching as an opportunity to make it more of a show. After all, you wouldn’t be staring at this so much if you didn’t like it. Your mouth watered as his pre cum appeared, dribbling out of the tip as if he was coaxing it out. You watched his thumb swipe it up to then spread down his cock as lubrication his movements now fluid and relaxed. 

He squeezed the base of it again, cutting off the blood flow just enough to make his tip go fuzzy, the long vein that ran up the sides becoming prominent as it worked harder to supply the cock with blood. His other fingers circled the tip, taking advantage of the sensitive area as it was exposed. You watched as his erection twitched against his tight grip like it was trying to free itself slightly. Leon’s groans grew louder now he knew you were watching, no longer having the fear of waking you up. The cum dribbled down his length like candle wax, the mixture creating a small puddle at the base. God, you wanted to go over there and lick it up, suck him until he was completely dry but then he would know you were awake. So instead you tucked yourself in further now shielding the lower half of your face with the duvet. 

You almost whined when his hand pulled away, now falling onto the mattress as he pushed himself to sit against the wall his bed was pressed against. He was facing you now, his legs dangling off the edge. His cock was right in your eyeliner now, making sure to angle it just right so that you got all of the action. The slow pump of his hand, his weeping tip. 

His arms flexed with his movements, his abs as well - you hadn’t noticed he went to bed shirtless today. Your hand slipped down in between your legs, the waistband of your underwear tight over your wrist as you began to circle your clit matching his pace. Despite how sneaky you were in the darkness he noticed. His eyes darkened as you began to rub yourself, occasionally gathering arousal from your entrance to lubricate the action much like Leon did. 

His cock glowed in the moonlight now it was covered in his cum. His head looked so sensitive every time he swiped over it. Leon threw his head back against the wall, his eyes shut tightly as he felt his ball tighten. He looked so majestic, his cock look so beautiful highlighted like this. A low groan escaped his lips as his cum began to pump through his cock, the largest vein pulsing as it shot out of that small slit in his tip. You watched it eagerly, your eyes beginning to water from how long it had been since you blinked. Your teeth clenched against the duvet as you came all over your fingers, your underwear now soaked as it caught all of the arousals that leaked out of it. 

His post-orgasm state was angelic, his thighs coated in his cum. The thick ropes spread out over the muscles. His body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. He looked like he was glowing. 

Your breath faltered when he opened his eyes, finally meeting your own with a teasing glare. “Liked the show, princess?”

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[A:3 C:60] (Odile)

(. . . . . .)

(You had kicked everyone else out of Ramos’ room as Dr. Gina Joy did his work. Your group had probably been giving him more work than he had all week, gems. . .)

(You stood nearby as the doctor checked every part of Ramos’ body. You had your notebook out, taking notes whenever Gina talked. But, in honesty, you were more looking at your past notes, to calm yourself.)

(. . . . A couple months ago, your notes on mind craft started. Your notes on Ramos. It was your distrust of Ramos.)

(Why would you trust them, back then? You had met them just that day, and you had seen what happened to Siffrin because of what they did. You remember the first thing you ever said to them. You found them when they were recovering, and you had a moment alone.)

(“Do you know how to hide a dead body, Ramos?” You had asked. And they answered honestly, “No, I don’t. Why?”)

(And you replied simply. “I do.”)

(It was a simple threat. If they harmed your family, your people, those who you would give the world for, they’re dead.)

(. . .)

(You regret it, now.)

(Gems, that makes two then. Two people who you thought would backstab you, and two you were wrong about. And now they're dating! Ha!)

(. . . Ha. . .)

(. . . Once Ramos was better, you can apologize.)

>>>

(Bonnie)

(Soup n’ sandwich. You couldn’t get more boring with your brunch, but the doctor said so, so here you are. Boring old soup n’ sandwich. . .)

(. . . You nibble at the sandwich. You weren’t hungry.)

(Is ‘Oz gonna be okay?)

(You dunno, they said something about a fight in ‘Frins brain, right? And, and ‘Oz. . .)

(. . . You remember when you first met ‘Oz. You were going to where ‘Za used to work, met ‘m, seemed okay, smelt weird. You ran off for mint, few minutes later. . .)

(No that wasn’t it!)

(Huh?)

(It was th’ market!)

(Oh, yeah. ‘Oz was disguised, took you, but they weren’t in control, was bein’ controlled. They apologized a lot for that)

(. . . You wish you met ‘Oz a nicer way.)

(Yeah. . . You wanna know more about their gardening. They knew a lotta ‘bout gardening, and you wanted to know to get nice, big, juicy veggies! Getting all dirty and finding worms!!)

(Heheh! Yeah!! You could also ask about, uhm, uuuuh. . . Oh!!! What ‘Za was like!)

(Boooooriiing you KNOW what ‘Za is like. No you could ask about uhm, uh. . .)

(Heh, outta ideas?)

(Shut up!)

>>>

(Isabeau)

(You tried not to bounce your leg as Siffrin lay curled up, head down in your lap. They were hidden beneath one of their many hats. Who knew who was fronting, but you don’t think it really mattered at this point.)

(. . . Complete ego death.)

(That’s what Gina and Odile hypothesised anyway. The doctor had gone back to the medhouse to do what he could, but apparently all Ramos needed was, time. Time to rest, recover, and to piece themself back together.)

(Ha. . . Funny thing about time, huh. You gently pat Siffrins hair. A very, very funny thing about time. You found Sif not long ago chucking their dagger out the door. They tried to loop back. They DID loop back. But, whatever kinda checkpoint system they had, it was too late. After that they curled up on you. . .)

(. . . Your buddy. . . And your partner. . .)

(Why couldn’t life be simple again? You liked just swapping jokes with Sif, letting him take all the blankets when you shared a bed, eating together. You liked studying for the big exams with Ramos, always so anxious, always getting great grades. You liked going on jogs, you’d be done after a few miles and they could go for more. You liked wrestling with them, even though you always won.)

(. . . That's what Change is about huh, breaking something, killing something. You both changed. You returned to Jouvente to find that yourself and Ramos were, different. You were more confident in who you are, and Ramos has changed into who they wanted to be.)

(You really wish you could have been there, though. You should have seen how anxious they were about doing good, always asking to study and train with you. You should have helped them with more inside stuff than outside. You should have said a proper goodbye. You should have done a lotta things. . .)

(And someone else took advantage of the fact you didn't. Reach. Out.)

(So, you, reached out.)

(You talked to them, asked what was going on, why they were doing this. . . You were worried for them. And, you got through you them! They felt terrible, and wanted to fix things but. . . But for that fucking archeologist in their head!)

(Seeing your buddy, your best friend, your bestie, morphed into a sadness. Seeing them hurt, seeing them trying so hard, reaching out to you. You couldn’t imagine what it must have been like. . .)

(. . . You hold Sif a bit closer.)

>>>

(Mirabelle)

(You breathe in. . . And, out. . .)

(It was the next day and you had gone on a walk. You know it’s a bad idea, you know it’s reckless, and unnecessary, and, and just stupid. But, you needed to go on a walk. A walk out of the city gate and into the woods.)

(You breathe in. . . . . And. . . Out. . . . .)

(That’s where you are now. A small clearing, away from the city, looking at a little rabbit sniffing around the clearing. You were here because you were still afraid. You were afraid of not being good enough, strong enough, brave enough. Perci could read minds and was an ace with those swords. Merlon could explode waves of sadness with a snap. With Ramos, Ramos like they are right now. . .)

(. . . You looked at the little rabbit. It’s, it’s alright to do this, right?)

{. . . IT WILL NOT HURT. IF IT FEELS WRONG. BRING TREAT NEXT TIME.}

(O-okay, okay. Okay. Okay. You breathe in, and, hold out your hand sign, staring down the rabbit! You used SOOTHING RESTFUL SONG!)

(The rabbit was frozen in time.)

(You let out a breath, you smell sugar, c-change. . . O-oh that. . . You felt a surge of cold within you, that took a lot of energy, but, it worked. . .)

(. . . Does, d-does, it get, easier?)

{. . . YES.}

(Thank you. . . You, walk towards the rabbit, and clap your hands, unfreezing the rabbit. It bolts off into the woods.)

(. . . You sit down in the grass. You could do it. If you met them again, you could do it.)

(. . . Oh Ramos.)

(Once everything calmed down in Jouvente, you just had to talk to them. To tell them just, how proud you were. They made mistakes, but, they’re working to fix it. They got the confidence to change their body, and the next thing was to change their mind, to get more. . . Confident.)

(This kind of change of mind was. . . Not what you had envisioned.)

(. . . Ramos is going to be okay. They had to be okay, they will be okay! So! Since they're going to be okay, you needed to train up to fight historians! Right?)

{RIGHT. IT WILL NOT BE EASY.}

(Yeah. You know. You stand up. Will frozen time be enough, you think?)

{JUST FOCUS ON YOUR TARGET. CHANNEL YOU EMOTIONS FOR THE STRONGEST ATTACK.}

(. . . That's why sadness like you can do that easily, right?)

{. . . YES.}

(Hehe. Maybe you should fight instead.)

{. . .}

(. . . S-sorry, that was a joke.)

{HA. HA.}

>>>

(Pétronille)

(It was the next day.)

(And you were feeling more useless than ever.)

(Ramos went under two days ago, and since then everyone had been doing their part. Be it moving their limbs so their body doesn't get crabbed up, helping them eat, drink, all that. Right now you were doing your part by staying home while the others went out for supplies.)

(. . . Change, dammit.)

(You were making yourself busy, cleaning the place up, dusting, all that. There were a bunch of random trinkets. Pictures, a compas, binoculars, random bits of brass, candles. . .)

(And the urn.)

(You paused for a second, staring at it. . . Change, you hope that wherever they are, it's a nice afterlife. You woulda loved to meet Eri, someone who'd defend the city in their old age. Someone who'd take a random kid like Ramos off the street.)

(. . . You wish you had someone like that back then.)

(Holding onto that little boat for dear life, little sibling still asleep, waves throwing you around. Finally making back to shore, and stumbling into Bambouche.)

(The people there were all so kind to you. But it was still just you, and Bonnie. You got a job, and Bonnie got a school. You got a house, a small house, more like a shack, but it was yours.)

(. . .)

(. . . Will, this house not have an owner, soon?)

(When Ramos recovers, you gotta give them a big hug. They helped save Bonbon, they asked a god for help AND IT WORKED! They helped reassure you. Crab that's not even mentioning they saved your mind at the inn.)

(From now on, if someone messes with Ramos, they mess with you. You're welded. No getting out that, Rams.)

>>>

(Siffrin) {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion|  [Loop] [(Saffron)]

[. . .]

[Your room. Your own headspace. Up the favor tree, past the canopy, and there you were. A treehouse. Looking out to the distance, the sights of the black sand beach were instead replaced with the house. That same house, still frozen in time.]

[(. . . Well?)]

[What.]

[(Do you feel proud?)]

[No! I don't feel blinding proud!]

[(But isn't that what you wanted?)]

[(The single sound mind in an endless sea of idiotic sailors. You who guides them to a happiness that you can never reach. Who reaches out, yet flinches away.)]

[. . .]

[(Tongue tied? Let me.)]

[(You regret it, but you know it was right. You know even if you didn't mean it, you finally have the trainee out of the way. You could finally rest easily knowing they don't have the host under their claws.)]

[(Because really! Who would believe that the host just falls in love with the trainee so fast! At the drop of a hat! At one little comment! No, no no no, the trainee is using him to get accepted in, obviously.)]

[(That's what you think, isn't it?)]

[. . . . . .]

[I don't want to think that anymore.]

[(So you'll join the idiots?)]

[YES! YES I'LL JOIN THE IDIOTS!!]

[I'LL JOIN ALL THE IDIOTS AND BURY MY HEAD IN THE SAND! I'LL LET RAMOS LIVE THEIR LIFE. KISS MY STARDUST. I'LL LET ASTERION DO WHAT HE WANTS EVEN!]

[AND THEN WHEN WE'RE STABBED IN THE BACK I'LL JUST TELL STARDUST I. TOLD. YOU. SO.]

[(wow, you really-)]

[Shut. Up.]

[I'm leaving.]

[(Leaving?)]

[Yes. Leaving.]

[And I'll come back when everyone's sane again.]

[(You know that'll never happen.)]

[Good.]

[starburstminibot]

Hey, anon who asked bout the "how things were before Breakcheck was born"

First of all: I read the tags, don't ever apologise for info dumping, I love the dump and will eat it all. I am thoroughly enjoying this au and would love to read/see more of it

Secondly: It's quite alright for not doing art, as much as I do enjoy your art very much and love to see how you draw these characters, I also very much enjoy reading about it

Thridly: You are so right, the writers dont know shit and you get it alot mlre, and i LOVE how you are writing the issues between the 'Cons and 'Bots. Like there is sooo much they just, didn't explain. Megs being the one to become good and the other cons are left to be the bad guys??? PUH-LEASE

And even if they were to no longer be the bad guys, there is SO MUCH to their relationship that is skimmed over, like, c'mon

Anyhow, eating up your au OP. Breakcheck is best boy and I love seeing this goober and his story on my feed, writen or drawn out

Do not give me permission to yap bc i will not stop and you will regret it I promise /lh

IM SO FERAL??!>{£|! OUGHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT SO MUCJ BC IM GOING INSANE THINKING ABOUT IT

Also… I’m going to give possibly a hot take and it’s that Earthspark genuinely pisses me off sometimes. Because how dare they introduce such an interesting concept of a post-war setting with a redeemed Megatron and complex Decepticon/Autobot relationships and expect me to care about the Terrans.

I still like the Terrans, i think they are so silly goofy, and I like the idea of new characters to explore. But THE BACKGROUND PLOT IS SO MUCH MORE INTERESTING TO ME. The human alliance that turned out to be anti-cybertron??? Mandroid literally killing bots and experimenting on them?? grimlock getting mind controlled and having ptsd??? The rest of the Decepticons fighting for power and seething in rage of their leader’s betrayal??? Megatron trying to navigate his new life while being repentful of his past actions while also not crumbling under the guilt of his mistakes??? The fact that they are stranded on an alien planet and can’t go home?????? STARCREAM’S ABUSE GETTING RECOGNIZED????

they keep introducing these really interesting plots and then abandoning them for the sake of the Terrans getting more screentime.

I think these things would be easier to juggle if there weren’t so many of them tbh. I would rather just have Twitch and Thrash be these new Cybertronians that can guide the viewer through these complex plots because like us, they weren’t around for the war. They have a fresh untainted perspective on life.

(Dont get me wrong, I love Hashtag, JB, and Nightshade, but sometimes it feels like there isn’t enough screentime to flesh them all out and they end up getting characterized to one singular trait) (if all of them are around, I would rather them have their own focus show without the background plots of Optimus, Megatron, Bumblebee, ect.)

Also they are REALLY trying to hit the family theme over our heads. They keep saying “family this family that” but deadass they talk about being a healthy family more than they actually act like it. Show me how much they love each other instead of putting it in every other line of dialogue.

Ok that is all, I didn’t mean to go on such a rant LMAO. I still like Earthspark, just sometimes it feels like they are trying to be two different shows and they are stuffing more into the plot than they have time to flesh out. (Breakdown, Starscream, and pretty much all the Decepticons deserved better)

[strawberrykuro]

Heyyyy, what do you think the seraphim WHB were like as children?? Have they always had hostility towards each other? ..maybe you have some headcanons about this? :D

Seraphim childhood

Hey Anon! I'm sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy this. 💗

Warning: could be ooc, slight angst, could be some misspellings, few mentions of Lucifer before he fell

I don’t think they were particularly hostile to each other when they were younger, it was more of a sibling rivalry between them, and from an outsider's perspective their relationship with each other seemed perfectly fine, it isn’t like they would try to kill each other one day! Haha… (how they were so wrong)

In front of god, they acted like 3 perfect little angels that could do no harm or wrong. Luci tho, knew that they weren’t perfect and it was only when god wasn’t looking, sometimes he would watch them have little arguments over the tiniest of things and he couldn’t lie that he found it adorable in an odd way. There was much more beyond their imagination, so much they had yet to see with their own eyes, and yet… they were fighting over which fruit would win if they were sentient and could fight. (Every time Luci eats any fruit, he thinks of that argument.)

— for each of them individually tho

Before there were 4 seraphim, it was only Michael and Lucifer. Michael spent most of his time with him, as he was like a second parent when God was attending to other matters. The amount of respect and love for his older brother was unexplainable in words; all of his knowledge came from Lucifer, and he’d use it all he knew to hopefully impress him.

When his two younger brothers were created, Michael just looked so confused at his reaction to the news. A new brother? And two of them? Why? Isn’t he and Lucifer enough? Isn’t he enough? What’s so special about these two? After a bit of resharing and some quality time spent together, he gradually got used to it. (Wasn’t always happy about it tho… (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) )

On a lighter note, Micha trying to take care of a young Raphael and Gabriel is funny to me. Consistently having to keep an eye on Raphael because once he took his eye off of him, suddenly Raphael was trying to eat dirt; a cake-shaped dirt cake. Creative? Yes. Healthy? Hell no.

Gabriel on the other hand was cleaner but is the most annoying piece of shit little brother ever. Like it was on sight the moment they made eye contact with each other, these two would do anything to outdo each other, a truly extreme brother rivalry.

— now for the middle

Raphael has always been an odd case. He was quiet as a child but got into the most trouble. Sometimes it seems like he’s looking for someone, and he was, he missed God, and he wanted to be with his father. Whenever he did find him, Raphael would latch onto his leg, hugging him dearly but it didn't seem like God would fully reciprocate that affection.

God would just sigh and murmur to himself on how Raphael escaped again and why no one was properly watching him. It always ends with God picking him up and carrying him all the back, it was like a kid pretending to be asleep so their parent would carry them to bed.

His relationship with his brother is very indifferent, while Gabriel and Raphael have a very obvious hatred toward each other, with Raphael it is more of an annoyance but tolerable. When Raphael was younger, he was a light teaser from here and there, cracking a few jokes on how Michael is such a perfectionist taking so many hours to get dressed, or Gabriel is such a suck-up to God to the point it's embarrassing to watch.

Just middle brother things <3

— and last but not least, the youngest

Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel. The one that his brothers would consider a “tattletale,” “brat,” and anything else under the sun. The way this child could flip a switch too quickly depending on who is in the room is laughable.

He wasn’t God's favorite, but he was the one who got God's attention whenever he wanted, which was 24/7. It wasn’t all bad, God did enjoy it when Gabriel would get curious about something and ask him about his creation. They would sit down as God rambled and Gabriel happily listened.

This ends with… Gabriel "slightly" bragging, but in a specific way. It is common knowledge among the brothers that Gabriel likes to do a prayer before he sleeps, and sometimes these prayers have a twist in the way he words them. They start normally like usual with thanking god and praising him but then you notice him going “Thank you for trusting me the most” or “loving my singing the most” etc.

Michael hits him with a pillow or tries to suffocate him, whatever shuts him up quicker. Raphael is already asleep so he never notices this. (Gabriel stopped this behavior when he got older.)

[aizenat]

Sorry op I’m about to hijack your post; please ignore me if you find this annoying lol.

“You need to stop listening to what men tell you to believe about women.”

LITERALLY!!!!! Why do they think we were saying “believe all women” during MeToo????? Because it’s more likely that if you don’t, you’ll end up supporting an abuser and showing women all over you won’t believe them when they go through something similar than you are to believe a woman lying on a man “unfairly.” Believe women first and until it’s been proven beyond a shadow of doubt and this is less likely to happen!

This idea that it’s worse for a man to be “falsely accused” of abuse or sexual misconduct than it is for a woman to come out with abuse allegations and not be believed is insane! Stop sympathizing with men who act like they’re so afraid of being falsely accused! They’re not! They see how this shit plays out and they KNOW that the world will believe them first before even thinking of the woman! If they truly were concerned about it, they wouldn’t have ever been in a situation where they could be accused! I have never seen a man get accused who was just walking by minding his own business! Men love pushing women in gray areas where women have to get a hundred people to confirm what happened to them was wrong before they even speak out because that’s how men get away with it! And how many times does this have to happen for women to realize that siding with men will ALWAYS lead to you participating in attacking a woman??????? Attacking the VICTIM!!!!

We’re not talking about barely legal 18-20 year olds who don’t know any better; Laura Snapes is WELL into her 30s! How many times has she seen this play out in the media (while working in media her damn self 🤦🏾‍♀️) and she’s STILL being “fooled” in 2024????? Girl just say you felt insecure and hated girls like Blake Lively in hs and so when you got the chance to bully her back you jumped on it and go! Stop lying! You weren’t fooled: you WANTED to believe she was the bitch everyone was making her out to be!

Way too many of you modern women (say anyone under 40ish) LOVE to talk about being a “girls girl” when it comes to defending girls being exploited in porn, when it comes to defending their “right” to get invasive and unnecessary and expensive plastic surgeries, or their right to “marry up” and rely on a man to pay their bills just to turn around and ignore and mock those same women when they talk about being abused or hurt by men! You’re fake and phonies! Feminism is dead to you and female solidarity is a concept yall never even considered.

Let this situation with Blake be the LAST DAMN TIME I see hoards of insecure, aggressively anti feminist women jump for mens approval to put down the pretty but totes obviously bitchy woman that would never settle for the shitty men yall settle for. Respect yourselves and your fellow woman whether you personally like her or not! This shouldn’t be hard; men do this shit all the time! How many times you see men “playing devils advocate” defending shitty men while claiming they don’t know or like that man? How many men been laughing about how “weird” Diddy is but was quick to defend him when Cassie put out her lawsuit last year? If they can do it, yall need to learn how to do it too. Cuz this year, especially with the us presidential election, these men have made it CLEAR where their allegiance lies. And it’s NOT with women.

Believe ALL women in 2025 and beyond! PERIOD.

I need more women to STOP falling for propaganda and then acting like we all fell for it. I need women to think for themselves and genuinely support other women when they're suddenly being accused and dog-piled instead of listening to the media. This has happened far too many times now that you can't just keep falling for it and then saying "WE should ALL be shocked!" No. You need to be better. You need to stop listening to what men tell you to believe about women. Stop falling for it.

[venstm]

I want to preface this by saying that I am holding myself accountable for not stepping up and either breaking off the friendship sooner or defending myself properly. As it stands even now I am not someone who copes well with confrontation and would rather stay as far away from it as possible. I’m speaking now because other people are coming forward with their stories and experiences. Whilst I have very few actual screenshots of conversations please understand that the interactions I’m discussing impacted me quite a lot mentally. It’s up to you to decide if you think I’m overreacting but by the end of those six months I had basically decided I no longer had a place in the rpc where I was welcomed after losing that friendship. I’ll be putting this under a read more so look at your own discretion. I won’t be speaking about this again after this.

If terios / ty sees this and decides they wish to unblock me and speak about it in order to see these feelings discussed and resolved im okay with that and if anyone else who has been in a similar situation needs someone to talk to or discuss it with in also open to that.

At the beginning of our friendship things were pretty intense and feeling like you were the main writing partner for someone who had already established themselves a place in the rpc was such a good feeling ? It’s like you really belong and you have someone who is so invested in your portrayal that you feel really important. There were many times where this once good feeling became tarnished by negativity, bitterness and what to me, felt like being bullied or belittled.

I’ll touch on a few things I really do remember quite clearly and be understanding that my adhd / ptsd and other things impact my capacity to retain information all the time I try to be very clear with this when talking with mutuals to avoid them becoming frustrated when I don’t remember everything all the time. they would tell me I wasn’t listening or paying attention when I tried to explain this.

there was a lot of time monopolising that I ended up enabling, this one in particular was mentioned to me by my partner who ended up feeling like I really distanced myself from them and even when I did want / try to spend time with them terios’ reaction would always be to change their tone to speaking bitterly or giving off this change of energy and if you recognise it you know it’s the sort where you’ve done something wrong and you need to fix it immediately.

There were also times where other friends became an issue, terios had problems with someone I was interacting with on dash. At the time I wanted to be in their corner because we were really close, they were my closest friend but these people had also been nothing but nice to me and I didn’t have issues with them. This tension went on for a while until terios let me know that I was two faced for not taking their side fully and I ended up blocking them which I thought was the right answer to appeasing someone who was upset. Yes, this was my fault I should have said no but they were a really important friend to me and I wanted them to feel like they were heard and understood. In the end I lost both of those friends and another friend who told me that if I continued to always take terios’ side in arguments like that I would have no one else left but them in the end.

It also happened when I mentioned that I was watching things with my mutual, we had only just started writing again after not speaking for a long time and terios was instantly making comments about it, usually vague and never good and when I finally said hey you know this isn’t cool to be saying this their response was just that I should have told them that sooner.

They were always unpleasant about Gepard ships that weren’t ours and I don’t know if that was because they just had a bias or not but I remember plotting an almost au verse with a firefly writer and dropping it because they were telling me when and how would that happen why is this something you’re writing ? basically implying that I owed it to some how justify what I was deciding to write for my muse ?

This also happened when I was creating an au for Gepard around being a vampire hunter I was so excited about it and I wanted to tell them and their response was to pick it apart reminding me oh this doesn’t make sense for Gepard’s canon age or this doesn’t make sense for his family and whilst I get caring about canon it really made me feel ? like my spark had just been squashed something I was so excited about just being torn to shreds completely and I never spoke about it again, tobias was there when this happened I had just came home from the gym in tears because I was so upset about it.

As those who interact with me know I am someone who is always earnestly trying to expand my vocabulary and learn new ways to incorporate cool stuff into my writing and there was one time one time when I used a word wrong and I did apologize for it and they ended up bringing it up over and over again for three months and whilst it was a joke in their eyes I don’t doubt it really just made me not want to try to improve my writing anymore and minimised myself to be someone they would approve of.

it also felt like anytime I began to get the confidence to bring up how I was feeling that it was turned around to make me feel worse or shit and like the whole situation was my fault rather than looking at it and both taking accountability and working to find a solution. I found this so challenging because so many times I left feeling like I was truly in the wrong because they had told me I was.

The last thing I will mention is that they will jump between gepard writers quite frequently. I wasn’t on the receiving end of this but I do know that when they blocked me only a day later then were dming a mutual and friend of mine who they had all but ghosted for those six months asking to write again. While this isn’t the worst thing ever I can only imagine how shitty that must feel and I know when they spoke to me and I said this it really hit home for them that they had been second best for those whole six months despite being there before me. This has happened with other Gepard writers too not just me and that person.

In the end a lot of this shit could have been amended if I told them your behaviour is shitty and it’s making me feel like shit but who wants to be put in a situation with a friend or writing partner where they feel like they have to make that choice.

I still do think terios is a good writer and they’re committed to the sampo they’re shaping but there are ways to interact with people that are kinder and not always with this undertone of being nasty or mean or spiteful. Again, if they or anyone else does want to talk to me about this they can and I trust that everyone can decide who they want to write with themselves. I just want my feelings and story to be heard and others to know they can speak up too.

[rios-bug]

Little Aggie comes out to play

So a little about the au. It’s a non magic au. They all have a complicated past. Rio and Agatha were on and off for years. Agatha gradually meet the others before her and Rio got together and stayed. Rio had always been Agatha’s little but Agatha used to slip to she masked it. And now Alice and Rio slip the most but their all flips Lilia and Jennifer just slip older. Agatha hasn’t slipped in a long time but when she does she’s very young.

Agatha was many things,a psychopath, manipulative, narcissistic ..she could go on and on about her reputation over the years. But the other aspects of her that only a few people in her life got to see the caring,soft,nurturing side she had which only her lovers could see. But what’s Agatha harkness without a bit of secrets. Agatha had a side no one but her lover over centuries before the others came along got to see. She was dependent,needy,everything she wasn’t allowed to be when growing.

Agatha had taken care of Rio for years before they spilt the Frist time. Agatha was Rios mama..Rio was Agatha’s little one. And Agatha loved ever bit of Rio. And when the others came she loved all her little ones. Mostly was Alice and Rio she had gotten Jen to slip twice but Lilia she never witnessed. But she was fine with taking care of her loves.

But today was a bad day for Agatha. She woke up feeling sick and exhausted she reached over in her bed where Rio had slept but when she reached over she didn’t feel anything. She sat up with a groan “Really Rio. Never telling me when you leave.” She grumbled as she pulled her robe over herself. She walked downstairs as she looked for any of her lovers.

Usually she’d smell Lilia cooking breakfast,seeing Jennifer do her (unneeded) hour self care routine,and Alice rushing around cause she woke up five minutes late. But none of that she scoffed and rolled her eyes. As she walked into the living room she stubbed her toe on one of Rios toy dinosaurs when she slipped last night.

“I tell her to pick them up. But noo Lilia sent her to bed.” Agatha muttered as she started to pick up the toys. Agatha was picking up when she stopped as she picked up a stuffed animal. She paused as her hand ran over it finding the softness comforting. Her mind went to the purple rabbit plush sitting in her closet that Rio had gotten her years ago when she accidentally was caught slipping.

She’d held the rabbit dear to her and she shook it off as she wiped her nose that was running. Agatha hated being sick especially if she was alone. She tried to ignore the stuffiness she felt and fuzziness in her head. Agatha knew the fuzziness in her head but she hadn’t felt it in years.

She placed the stuffed dinosaur on the couch as she shook it off. She grabbed her phone seeing a text from all her lovers in their groupchat saying they all made it to where they were supposed to be and they’d be home later. Agatha texted back a k and Purple Heart words weren’t her strong suite.

As the day went on Agatha found herself looking at Rio and Alice’s toys,sippys and all their little things. And she knew she wasn’t getting any better as she felt her stuffy nose and her head pounded. As she was typing on her computer her phone was buzzing with a call from Lilia. She picked up.

“What hun?” She asked as she kept herself from sneezing knowing Lilia would worry at the smallest sign of sickness. “Me and the other are all meeting up when we get done with our activities dear. Want us to bring you something.?” Lilia asked gently. Agatha tensed..they didn’t invite her..were they mad at her. Her head was getting fuzzier. “Why wasn’t I told about your little randevou.” Agatha asked ignoring the pounding in her head.

“Agatha it was last minute i swear baby.” Lilia tried to reason. But the word “baby” made something in Agatha crack, she sniffled. “No want me to go..” Agatha wiped at her eyes. To Lilia every alarm in her head went off, “Agatha baby..what’s wrong.” Lilia had never heard her so distressed. Rio had told them all when she got the ok from Agatha that Agatha used to slip but hasn’t in years. “M’fine go eats yours stupid foods..” Agatha sniffled as she wiped at her runny nose feeling littler as time went on.

Lilia immediately felt her caregiver instincts go off. “No baby..stay right where you are ok.? Your mamas are on their way ok luv?” Agatha heard the term and she wiped her eyes. “My mamas.?” Agatha asked softly sounding the most unsure and scared Lilia had ever heard her.

“Yes my luv your mamas. We’re so sorry we left you alone baby. We’re on our way ok.? Just stay on the phone with mama lil ok.” Lilia said lowly as she looked at her other lovers. She took the phone away from her ear and covered the speaker. “Girls. Agatha is..little at the moment, she sounds sick we need to get home.” Lilia’s voice left no room for arguments not like any of them wanted to argue with that. Rio was the Frist to stand up.

She knew Agatha hadn’t been little in so long so she was probably really young and scared. They all made it to their shared flat as Jennifer was the Frist one inside. “Agatha? Where are you.” She hollered out as she slipped off her coat and shoes. Alice and Rio walked in without taking their shoes off protective instincts flaring ignore Jennifer’s rules about shoes inside. Lilia hung her coat up as they all started searching for for their girlfriend.

“Aggie baby,.come out it’s mamí.” Rio said gently as she peaked under tables looking for her. Alice heard a small sniffle from the broom closet she hid a small smile on her face as she knelt down and opened the door. When she seen Agatha her heart soften and broke at the same time. Her girlfriend who was usually taking care of her when she was little herself was clinging to a stuff rabbit her hand chewing in her sleeve and teary eyes with a stuffy nose.

“Oh baby..can I get you out of this stuffy closet?” Alice asked gently as she opened her arms up to her. Agatha looked between Alice and the floor with a slight nod. Alice might have been smaller but she was very stout she picked Agatha up and brought her in the living room and sat her on the couch.

(Part 2 soon)

[xxlady-lunaxx]

It was winter when Tengen realized that he was in love. For his wives, it was hard to remember when he’d truly grown fond of them. Given that their marriage had been for the clan, initially, he hadn’t loved them immediately. It was a gradual process, and he couldn’t recall exactly when it hit him that he loved them. But somehow, it was easy to tell for Kyojuro.

For one thing, Kyojuro had always been very sudden, in a way. Bright and cheery, so optimistic. In the way that made it feel like the world didn’t deserve someone as sweet as him. He was good at catching people off guard unintentionally because of how easy it was to relax around him. Equally, he’d popped into Tengen’s life seemingly out of nowhere.

Admittedly, Tengen had been expecting Kyojuro to be something like his father. For a brief time, Tengen, Gyomei, and Shinjuro had all worked as the sole Hashira before others began popping up. But he was proven wrong with Kyojuro’s stronger determination and energy full of smiles and laughter. The sunshine amongst the layers of shadows threatening to bury the Hashira under. As much as Sanemi might hate it, Kyojuro’s optimism was most admirable. It wasn’t something many Demon Slayers could muster. (Tengen included).

Easily, Tengen and Kyojuro got along. Two peas in a pod. Tengen could’ve called Kyojuro his best friend, at this point. Even if he’d known Gyomei for longer, Kyojuro still managed to become his closest friend amongst the Hashira. And he wasn’t complaining.

Unbeknownst to either of them, Tengen was beginning to see Kyojuro in a new light. There were practically stars in his eyes when he saw the man, now, and he couldn’t understand himself for it. Same sex relationships weren’t the most common in Japan, and Tengen was only really vaguely aware of them. Which was why it took him until a day in the snow to realize that the feelings akin to the ones he loved his wives with was, truly, love.

Kyojuro had always loved every type weather. The coldest snowed-in days of winter were no exception. Therefore he was undeterred by the three feet of snow and dragged Tengen along giddily. Clouds obscured the sun from the sky, and they would likely have to get to their missions soon. But they allowed themselves a moment of content (somehow, despite the freezing temperature), wrapping up in scarves and hats and gloves to trudge around outside.

Understandably, Hinatsuru, Suma, and Makio refrained from following them out. But Kyojuro was insistent Tengen followed him and, simply because Kyojuro appeared like the most excited little puppy, he complied.

It was hard not to shiver as they traipsed into the snow, and Tengen was already in half mind bundling back inside. But then Kyojuro stopped, a wide grin spread over his face that enunciated the flush of his nose and cheeks from the cold as he waved his hands in a ‘ta-da’ motion.

Tengen peered at the blindingly white sheets of snow before realizing that it was now a blindingly white lopsided pile of snow. He cocked his head to the side, curious as to what he was looking at. Noticing his puzzlement, Kyojuro followed his gaze. Almost instantly, his smile turned into a pout and he hurried forward, moving to and fro trying to fix what he’d intended to show. When he turned back, triumphant with his quick fix, he did the waving-hand movement again.

It was some sort of snowman, melting ice barely keeping the not quite compact enough snow together into two spheres. There were two sticks lodged into either side of the torso, meant as arms, but one of them was in too far and the other was on the brink of falling out. Kyojuro’s hasty makeovers on the failed snowman were loud and clear and made Tengen laugh. Kyojuro huffed, telling Tengen to stop mocking him. As Tengen went to reply, starting to deny such thing, his eyes flickered from the snowman, to Kyojuro, to the smile the fire-colored man was trying to suppress. And his words faltered, eyes widening a fraction as it hit him. Oh, fuck. Tengen loved him.

A bit concerned over the sudden mood swing, Kyojuro went to console him. But then, behind him, the snowman gave out and collapsed into a heap of snow and (two) branches. Kyojuro yelped as some of the snow decided to seep into his clothing and Tengen recovered, grinning as he tried to help stop the slushy ice from soaking Kyojuro and only succeeding in making it worse. They clambered back inside with the reassurance that they could try and make another snowman later, comforted with the warm tea Hinatsuru provided them and the change of clothes Suma offered. With the promise of no missions that day, from crows that arrived, and the little bit of free time they could gain from that, Kyojuro bed his goodbyes, assuring them that he’d be back another day. And still, Tengen was stuck on that single thought.

He went through the motions of changing and seeing Kyojuro out and drinking tea with his wives, but his mind blanked from his revelation.

It was winter when he realized he was in love with Kyojuro.

[jakegardiner]

does anyone remember the era of everyone thinking of morgan rielly as some 20th century labourer what was up with that

[demynom]

Why are there so many posts about proving that the two first canonically gay final fantasy characters are not actually in love and were never in love, despite being presented in a way that is natural and authentic (and deeply compelling) in the context of what kind of story it is

[turnleft]

it seems to me like people are upset about the neil gaiman allegations because it cost them the third season of good omens. where was that energy 2-3 months ago

[ivystitches]

i’m sorry do you guys really think that women cant be misogynistic,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[specialagentartemis]

love to log onto tumblr and immediately see neopagan revivalist polytheists defend their religion by spouting a whole load of nonsense about the ancient world when a simpler defense is Right There if they actually knew anything about Ancient Greece

[thresholdbb]

The apparently obvious solution to the Tuvix problem seems to be “create a Tuvix transporter clone, duh!”

Tuvix is already a transporter accident. Who’s to say he can be put through the transporter again without irreparable harm? As it is, the crew is hesitant to use the transporter until they understand exactly what happened. The orchid added an unstable element to the transporter process when Neelix and Tuvok were initially beamed up. Does Tuvix even have stable DNA? Are Vulcan and Talaxian physiology comparable long term? Will Tuvok’s ailment progress more quickly as Tuvix? Tuvix also doesn’t practice the emotional restraint that Vulcans do, so would his negative emotions be difficult to handle? We know Tuvok has a thread of repressed violent tendencies, and we simply don’t know much about Talaxians beyond what Neelix shares. Also, orchids can be pretty fussy (if they’re anything like Earth orchids) and that adds another unknown into the equation. Does the plant physiology affect the humanoid in any way? There are too many variables.

Most people seem to agree it should be a Riker-style transporter clone. The TOS transporter accidents ended up with disparate personalities, and tragically the dog clones didn’t survive the reintegration. We get “good Kirk” and “evil Kirk” but neither can function as a complete person.

Can we really say that Thomas Riker doesn’t exhibit the same kind of emotional divergence that Kirk had to a lesser degree? Thomas Riker joined the Maquis, which Will Riker would never do. With Riker we can get into the argument of nature vs. nurture, since Will got out of the situation whereas Thomas was left trying to figure out how to survive on a planet alone and isolated.

Then we look at the Boimler clones, who are Riker-style transporter accidents created in the same way and even paying homage to Riker himself. We see a similar slight emotional divergence between the two Boims. William Boimler (Titan clone) seems more self assured and an edge more ruthless, and he quickly lets Brad take the fall back to ensign. Brad thought they would both try to let the other take the assignment on the Titan, but that’s not the case. With the Boimler clones, we don’t have the nature/nurture argument that happens with the Riker clones. They are immediately slightly different. Brad seems to lose some of his confidence - is it situational or because of the cloning?

Maybe the transporter clones are exact copies of the same person without inherit differences due to the process. If it were a safe process, surely someone somewhere in the Federation would have started experimenting with transporter cloning? Even if they had, it’s ethically a bit dodgy.

In conclusion, we don’t know enough about transporter cloning to waste Voyager’s precious resources on an experimental process that might not even work. It could even make the situation worse.

[purgaytorysupremacy]

people take these social justice “catchphrases” and apply them to all situations without nuance or understanding of the underlying ideal. because there’s (rightfully) pushback of the “it/they were a product of their time” to excuse various -isms bc you absolutely find contemporaries during slavery and the Holocaust and when women weren’t considered persons, etc., etc. who knew it was wrong. we shouldn’t act this the way things were was because they didn’t know better but because they chose that path for more power. absolutely.

but if you extend this attitude to, like, Victorian English literature, you get people going like, “But they knew better 😌 You can’t excuse them 😌😌 it’s bad feminism/homophobic/whatever 😌😌😌” and it’s like. you gotta learn to hold two (seemingly) contradictory thoughts in your head at once. I’m begging you.

there’s no shortcut to “consuming” media and news and the world around you the most “correctly” and “morally”. all you can do is put a toolkit together that will help you in interpreting the information you’re receiving. you don’t have to trust your first knee jerk reaction. in fact, you probably shouldn’t! if it feels off, spend some time with why before running off to be loudly wrong on Al Gore’s internet. it’ll make everyone’s lives easier.

it drives me bonkers the way people don’t know how to read classic books in context anymore. i just read a review of the picture of dorian gray that said “it pains me that the homosexual subtext is just that, a subtext, rather than a fully explored part of the narrative.” and now i fully want to put my head through a table. first of all, we are so lucky in the 21st century to have an entire category of books that are able to loudly and lovingly declare their queerness that we’ve become blind to the idea that queerness can exist in a different language than our contemporary mode of communication. second it IS a fully explored part of the narrative! dorian gray IS a textually queer story, even removed from the context of its writing. it’s the story of toxic queer relationships and attraction and dangerous scandals and the intertwining of late 19th century “uranianism” and misogyny. second of all, i’m sorry that oscar wilde didn’t include 15k words of graphic gay sex with ao3-style tags in his 1890 novel that was literally used to convict him of indecent behaviour. get well soon, i guess…