#things are ok I just seem to be in a sort of uncomfortable space with my creations right now

[phagodyke]

kind of annoys me sometimes how I can happily listen to my roommate explain the entire plot of whatever she's currently into but when it comes to my interests she can only listen for a few mins before wordlessly walking out of the room

[weaponizedmoth]

Super tired super burned out but wanting to create so much and yet nothing. Nothing at all. Aaaaa it's driving me nutssssss

[districtsleepsalonetonight]

Was reading a headcanon post earlier about Dean and consent while rewatching the kiss scene in Caged Heat and something occurred to me about Dean’s awareness of Cas’s consent to things.

When he sees Meg kiss Cas, we see Dean’s reaction behind them.

He frowns, glances at Sam, looking annoyed, opens his mouth as though to say something, and then actually makes a move to step towards them-you can see he’s moving forward just after Meg breaks away from Cas.

Bear in mind the last time Dean saw Cas in any potential sexual/romantic situation, it was the brothel and it was blatantly obvious that Cas wasn’t comfortable.

Then when Cas takes hold of Meg and initiates a kiss himself, we see Dean’s reaction differs. He still looks flustered, mildly annoyed (pointing at the wall to remind them silently of the approaching dogs) and then shrugs. He doesn’t have the same irritated reaction and doesn’t make any move towards them.

Then when Cas breaks away, Dean looks at him questioningly. Could both be a “What the hell are you doing right now?” questioning look and also a “What did you think?” questioning look.

It’s only when Cas says “I learnt that from the Pizza Man” that Dean seems to fully stand down from the “ready to move in if anything’s wrong” stance.

On another note, when Dean realises that Cas is fine- it’s pretty interesting to see what his face does.

There’s a sort of bewildered expression as he looks away from Cas, as though he’s still trying to compute what he’s just seen and his eyes actually widen as he looks down at the end of the shot. In fact, the shot actually focuses on Dean specifically in that moment, not any of the others-it’s Dean’s reaction to the kiss that’s important.

It makes more sense when you remember Dean has never seen Cas acting consensually in any romantic situation before-in fact, I think Jensen mentioned later on (as to why Dean was so surprised by Cas’s love confession) that he wasn’t even sure angels could feel those things. Up until now, Dean’s teasing Cas with flirty remarks has mostly seemed to go over Cas’s head. Even earlier in the episode, when Cas is watching porn, he didn’t seem to properly understand what was going on.

Now, Dean’s suddenly having this realisation that-oh. Cas does get some stuff about sex. Cas does kiss. Oh. That’s a whole new side to Cas. (It actually looks quite similar to the expression he does in Changing Channels when Gabe calls Cas “pretty”. There’s an expression then that’s sort of “Wait-is he?” as though he’s always been somewhat aware of it but this is the first time it’s been acknowledged out loud.)

It allows him to acknowledge Cas in a whole new way he didn’t before. Because previously Cas seemed to totally lack interest in sex, so in many ways, it would have been safe to flirt with him and tease him, because it feels off-limits.

Now, though? He’s seeing Cas make out with someone right there, in front of him. It’s impossible to ignore this whole new side to Cas. So maybe Cas can get Dean’s references and jokes. Maybe Cas does get more of the personal space thing than he lets on. Cas can want at least kissing, and what does that mean?

It, in a way, gives Dean permission to let himself see Cas that way properly-as a being that can want sex-for the very first time. And that seems to simultaneously intrigue him and almost scare him. Because having permission to see Cas in that way lets him acknowledge things that he didn’t have to acknowledge before.

But digressing…

Dean’s annoyance in the scene didn’t just originate from Cas kissing someone-it originated from him not being sure if Cas was OK with what was going on. He’s seen Cas be deeply unsure/uncomfortable in the brothel (which, funny as it was, wasn’t Dean’s best moment overall), doesn’t know how he’s going to react and actually makes a move towards them as though he’s going to try to stop Meg kissing him or make sure Cas is OK.

Once he realises Cas is onboard, he stops moving forward-he actually moves back a little-and even slightly holds his hands up in a shrug. While he still looks uncomfortable and flustered, he’s no longer angry.

Dean wanted to be sure that Cas was all right with what was going on, was prepared to step in if Cas was uncomfortable, and backed off when he realised Cas was OK. Not only is this Dean showing a good awareness of consent, it’s also a nice bit of character development from the brothel episode the previous season, where Cas was pretty uncomfortable and Dean did-as well as he meant it-keep pushing him.

Then, Dean was keen on giving Cas more human experiences. Now, Dean’s more conscious of letting Cas go at his own pace and he’s prepared to step in if others aren’t letting that happen too. As well as Cas becoming more accepting of human behaviour, Dean is also making adjustments for Cas.

And Cas seems aware of this. Check out where he looks when he realises Meg has taken his angel blade:

He realises it’s gone and must know immediately who’s taken it-but he looks straight at Dean, almost in a way that’s a little annoyed. As though he almost wants to ask Dean why he didn’t intervene to stop Meg taking the blade (not necessarily the kiss).

And he looks at Dean instinctively. Instinctively, he’s come to know that Dean will step in to help him in (particularly human) situations where he’s out of his depth. It’s an instinctive glance before he turns back to glare at Meg.

So it’s not just that Dean’s adjusting for Cas-Cas is aware of that adjustment and it just deepens his attachment to Dean.

And yeah-for the first time in this scene, Dean has to acknowledge that he can think of Cas as not being some off-limits angel-but as someone who could actually want sex and intimacy. Which makes anything he himself may feel more possible and more terrifying.

[a-pastel-edgelord]

Hospitality

major spoilers of the final arc of kny reader beware

The first snowfall of the year is quiet. The squeaking crunch of Tomioka Giyuu's footsteps is the only notable sound to reach his ears. It's well into the day, with the sun already threatening to set, deep orange and purple creating a luminous effect in the untouched snow around him. The trees stand tall and cast deep grooves of shadow over the path, but Tomioka knows these roads well. He's not expected at Tengen's for another few days—the family had invited him to take in the New Year with them and their newest arrivals. He'd graciously accepted, their boisterous household is always a pleasure to visit (as long as one did not linger too long).

The only problem is that the cold seems to be getting to him. It sinks into his wounds, though they healed months ago, and makes them ache as though they are still recovering. Tomioka grits his teeth—it's nothing. His friends lost their lives, so how could he be here feeling sorry for himself? It's ridiculous, he just needs to push through—his knees buckle. He stumbled forward, catching himself at the last moment. Damn, damn, damn! He takes a breath, Total Concentration—he chokes and heaves like he's trying to cough out his lungs. As Shinazugawa would say, this shit is fucked.

Tomioka drops to one knee, clutching at his chest. Just a little further and he could— "Oh my! Sir, are you alright?!" A voice from behind him calls, and he nearly slaps himself for being so out of it he couldn't hear another person approaching.

The yellow light of a lantern bleeds its way into his vision, making his shadow longer. Someone kneels down next to him. "Sir? Ah, please excuse me." The stranger takes him by the shoulders and adjusts him so they can peer into his face. Tomioka's breath catches again as a hand touches his cheek with the sort of tenderness he'd long forgotten. And now he can see your face in return for you seeing his.

You hum thoughtfully as you look him over. Your eyes barely pausing over the space where his right arm should be. He can see the speed of your mind reflected in your gaze. Finally, you nod to yourself. "Alright, sir. You're not well—my home is still a little ways out. I'll have you warmed up in no time at all."

Giyuu stiffens for a moment, ready to refuse your generous offer, but his words die in his tongue as you lift him across your shoulders and take off at a steady jogging pace. Stunned into silence, he stares at the ground passing beneath him before craning around to look at you. "You don't need to carry me--"

"It's not trouble!" You puff. "The faster we get home, the faster we can start a fire!"

So, there's nothing for him to do but to accept your hospitality. It takes another ten minutes of travel, but sure enough you break out of the tree and sigh. "There it is!" You increase the pace, now nearly at a run, and he's left to bounce against your shoulders. It's not the most uncomfortable he's been, all things considered. He spots a water wheel on the east end of the house before he's carried inside.

You plunk him down in front of the dark hearth, not bothering to take off your or his shoes. He sheds his damp outer layers, folding them neatly. You go to a closet, grab a quilt and drape it around his shoulders, taking a moment to consider him... before grabbing another one and placing it around his head, thoroughly tucking him in. You leave the lantern next to him.

Is this how swaddled children feel?

You light a fire, place a heavy bottomed pot over the hearth and pour water into and cover it with a wooden lid. Shedding your own winter layers and shoes, you shuffle over, laying the clothing flat across the floor to dry. You do the same with his. You fetch a quilt for yourself and finally settle across from him, bundled up.

The ache in his body eases the longer he sits in the warmth. You place a bowl full of ingredients into the boiling pot. "There won't be any rice, I hope that's ok."

Tomioka blinks. "Why would I begrudge you a lack of rice? You are my savior."

"And you are my guest." You reply easily. "I may only live in a humble water mill, but I still wish for you to be comfortable."

He glances down at quilts piled atop of him. "This may be the most comfortable I have been in a long time."

There's a beat of silence, and Giyuu realizes that he said something rather odd. But before he can rectify the statement, a smile so bright it puts the fire to shame plants itself on your face. "That is a great compliment... or perhaps it speaks to the rough nature of your travels. Where is your destination?"

"Another couple days' travel west."

"I see, are you visiting family for the New Year?"

"A friend has invited me to spend the holiday with him and his family. He recently became a father. I think he wishes to show off."

You clap your hands together. "How wonderful! And have you decided on a gift?"

"A gift?"

"Yes, for the new parents and baby. It's traditional, is it not?" He stares. You look back into his face before understanding dawns. "You... have not thought of it."

He brings up his left hand to bury his face in it. What a fool. He can't believe he didn't think of anything. Mortification heats him and makes him long for the embrace of the snow outside.

"Don't worry!" You say bracingly. "Tea and sweets are always welcome gifts! Mrs. Tanaka has such things, her son is a merchant, and I'm sure we can trade her for a day's worth of work for a couple of boxes of sweets and tea."

Tomioka looks up. "We?"

"Oh, yes. I was planning on going tomorrow to strike up a deal. She knew my parents and has always been very kind. I've no doubt she can accommodate you as well." You practically shine with enthusiasm.

And really, how was he meant to turn down your kindness? You managed to save him from a social faux pas, it's the least he can do. A day's worth of work means he'll likely spend the night here again before continuing on to his destination. He's indebted to you; he should think of a way to repay you.

The answer comes in the form of a Kasugai crow, Nijimaru to be precise. Giyuu sent out his own crow (Kanzaburo is now safely retired) the morning after his first night at the water mill to inform Tengen of his possible delay.

"Caw-haw-haw! Bring your benefactor to New Years! The more, the merrier! So says Master Tengen!"

Well, that solves his problem on how to repay your generosity.

[signanothername]

Hiiii! First, I just want to say I love your art so much, honestly, it's the best fanart of these characters I've seen!

But I have a question, because I was just looking at your art of Nightmare and Killer. And whenever you draw them together, they’re often really touchy with each other??.

I’m not sure how to phrase it right, but for example, Nightmare seems to touch Killer’s face a lot or wrap a tentacle around him. And Killer also sometimes just holds him or in that one piece of art, rests his head on Nightmare’s head. It just shocked me a little because I would think Nightmare doesn't like people touching him or vice versa.

Am I overthinking this or something? But yeah love you art bye!!

Hello!! Awww thank you smmm!!! <333333

And I’m glad you noticed >:))))

Cause you’re absolutely right, I draw them super touchy with each other

And I do that for different reasons depending on each of the two of them

Killer (especially in stage 2) tends to be a bit touchy and has zero regard for personal space, and that’s cause Stage 2 is usually completely disassociated from the world around him and from his own body, and with his inability to feel emotions there’s nothing to truly ground him and tell him that what’s happening around him is actually happening

So how does Killer deal with his inability to tell what’s real and happening in the present and what’s not? By either pain, or touching anything/anyone, he would touch whoever’s in his vicinity, regardless of who they are

Nightmare is literally his boss and master? Fuck it he needs to tell whether Nightmare’s really there or not, feeling Nightmare’s negative aura isn’t enough

That of course doesn’t mean Killer doesn’t have his own boundaries with touch, it differs from stage to stage, but regardless of which stage he’s in, and despite stage 2’s tendency to touch people, he still keeps his hands to himself most of the time actually

Nightmare on the other hand, is definitely the type of person who doesn’t want to be touched, in fact I mentioned before that Nightmare is autistic af and has an aversion to touch if he isn’t the one to initiate it, it makes his nonexistent skin crawl when he’s touched without permission, he’s fine with touching people if he was the one to do it, but if it’s vise versa and someone else touches him he’d probably be resisting the urge to kill them (he can be semi-fine if he knows it’s coming)

But the thing is with Nightmare is that he’s masking his autism like crazy, so whenever he’s touched by anyone he pretends it doesn’t bother him, there are times in which he tells whoever’s touching him to back off, but only if it reaches extremely uncomfortable levels for him, otherwise he’d just keep it to himself

The only one who Nightmare is ok with their touch most of the time, but he still prefers to at the very least know it’s coming is Dream

So whenever you see Killer touching Nightmare first, believe me when i say Nightmare is resisting the urge to kill him vhhchchvvh

But the thing is, Nightmare is definitely super touchy with Killer, as in, Nightmare initiates the touch most the time actually, why? Cause Nightmare’s a bitch and he uses touch as some sort of fucked up form of control cause he’s a possessive freak

You’d see him holding Killer’s face, having a tentacle around him, etc, as some sort of fucked up message not only to the people around him, but to Killer himself that he’s his little toy, his little perfect killing machine

Nightmare can be a bit dehumanizing towards Killer at times, not thinking of him as a person but rather a machine that’s supposed to do its job whenever he wanted, and he uses touch to condition Killer and sometimes even as a “reminder” of who’s in control in their fucked up relationship

Basically ignoring any boundaries Killer has and invading his space like Killer does, but instead of doing so out of necessity, he does it to send a very direct message that he can do whatever he wishes any time he pleases and Killer wouldn’t be able to stop it

That of course doesn’t mean he only does this fucked up shit with Killer, he also does it with Horror and Murder, just not to the same extent he does with Killer cause they aren’t as “interesting” to him as Killer is, Killer was always his favorite killing machine after all

(You have zero idea how thankful Horror and Murder are for not being as “interesting” chcchchhc)

[badchoicesworld]

Can I request headcanons of Hobie Brown reacting to his gn s/o being startled when he kisses them whether it's on the lips or even on the cheek or forehead? Not only do they never kiss anyone because they never dated anyone before him, the slightly cold feeling of his lip piercing surprises them! Does this makes sense XD *Cough* totally not me about his lip piercing * Cough*

hobie notices how startled you get when he kisses you (gn!)

hobie brown x gn! reader

established relationship

hello i’m here to be ur bad influence, get a lip piercing if u want one, become the hobie brown in this scenario

warnings: none

pairing: hobie brown x gn! reader

requests: open, i wont be caught lacking

it was a moment of weakness

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ok so i think that we all agree on hobie being very into physical contact and touchy feely

it’s nice to have a reminder that someone’s there for you physically, things like leaning on each other of just linking a finger while walking are super significant to him cause it shows you’re not afraid of being close together, y’know ? i image that’s pretty crucial to him if he’s ever in a relationship

at the same time, if it’s not present from the start, i think he’d be more than willing to teach someone what it’s liked to be physically loved and appreciated

he doesn’t know what’s gone off in your life, if your lack of experience is due to some sort of trauma or it’s as simple as you’ve never had the chance to be close to someone in that way, he won’t hold it against you

maybe tease and taunt you a bit

he’s definitely respectful and drops topics like a pin if prompted, and will easily respect personal space if anyone ever seems a uncomfortable by his closeness

no questions asked, he’s unbothered and keeps his hands to himself

if you seem a lil peeved more than anything he’s probably a bit more persistent cause he’s a cocky bastard at times

but if you express that you wanna be close to him but just aren’t used to it, man’s all over it

not all over you though, he won’t rush you

this shit boutta be GRADUAL and LOVING

ANYWAY to the actual scenario

there’s no way you’ve managed to avoid the magnet of affection that is hobie brown, but if things like arms around your shoulder and waist, hugs and cuddles don’t bother you then he’s unsuspecting for now

but if one day you’re just chilling, doing your own thing

maybe in spider society if you hang there, perhaps at either of ur cribs

and hobie just passively walks by or maybe you two have been hanging out all day

he sees you busy, wants to remind you he’s there

gives you the quickest little muah ever on ur temple or smthn

it’s casual to him, but he sees how ur expression immediately changes to a slightly started one, mixed with whatever else you’re feeling in that moment

it crosses his mind that you two have literally never kissed which is wild, now he’s amused by this revelation and is like “what?” (whot) while scheming and plotting in his head

you have your own reaction (or lack of) and hobie’s mildly entertained depending on it

just mad flustered ? he will weaponise this

if you seem genuinely uncomfortable by it then hobie’s gonna apologise and just wait for you to bring it up again before tryna kiss you again, he’s unbothered

if you explain that it’s just the piercing that caught you off guard and how cold it was, he’s laughing

like yeah, valid

likely knows he’s your first s/o or whatever you call yourselves, but you’ll tell him again that he’s your first

grins at all the innuendos he could make but voices none of them

you’re fine with it ? the coldness just caught you off guard ?

cue him wrapping both of his lanky ass arms tightly around your shoulders and just smothering the side of your face in kisses, really making sure that his cool lip piercing is making contact each time

he loves to be a fucking nuisance

irrelevant but i think hobie has a tongue piercing, anyway

even if you eventually get used to kisses, he still loves to see your reaction to the sudden freezing cold piercing

especially in the mornings, cackles when he watches you try to withdraw from him in the morning because of how cold his piercings are

imagine what it’s like when he fuckin nuzzles his face into you

two eyebrow piercings, one nose ring, lip ring- personally i would cease to a exist if i’m in that groggy state and that cold ass metal even grazes me, i’m gone and never coming back

he’ll sometimes kiss you just for your reactions, you aren’t safe

easily his favourite spot is the neck, imagine putting on a freezing cold necklace

yeah, it feels like that when he kisses you a certain way

in conclusion, your reactions enable him, please stop

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for “yes and”ing sexual harassment?

I (19 ?) am very visibly queer. I’ve been perceived as pretty much every gender under the sun, and I like to be as confusing as physically possible. even if I’m dressed down I don’t ever “pass” as anything. I really like this for the most part but it also means I get a lot of weird looks no matter what bathroom I use. usually I just use the women’s because it’s what I’ve used my entire life and also it’s cleaner. no matter which one I’m in people usually only react to me with weird looks. occasionally they’ll go “sorry!” and turn to walk out of the bathroom directly to the other one (this has happened in both the men’s and women’s) and I’ll have to frantically apologize before they can, but that’s the worst it gets normally

anyway, a couple months ago I was in this mostly empty women’s room (me, these two ladies, and the woman who’s about to sexually harass me). I was dressed up for an event so I probably looked pretty strange to most people. this woman (30s?40s? F) approaches me and tells me I’ve got the wrong bathroom. I take it as an honest mistake and say something like “thanks, but it’s ok, I meant to use this one.” I notice this sort of simmering rage on her face after I say this and that’s when it clicks that she: 1. thinks I’m a trans woman (she’s not totally wrong but it’s complicated), and 2. thinks that means I’m posing a Direct Threat To The Sanctity Of The Women’s Restroom. she compels me to leave Again. I give a firmer no, and turn to get in a stall

at this point she goes off the deep end and starts calling me a creep, accusing me of being a man, etc (ftr I’m intersex, was assigned female at birth. but obviously this wouldn’t matter to her and even if it did it wouldn’t excuse the shit she’s saying about trans women). I stay quiet. then she starts loudly speculating about the penis that I apparently have now (keep in mind we are NOT the only two in this restroom either, there’s at least two other women who look very uncomfortable with this whole situation). I kind of snap and say something along the lines of “if you’re really so worried about what parts I have, you can come watch me pee.” she looks totally horrified at this idea and shuts up. I pee alone, thank god

the way I see it, this didn’t cross any line she hadn’t already crossed — she was openly harassing me about my genitals in a public space, I answered in the best way I could think of in the moment that would call her bluff instead of insulting her and making it into a shouting match, which would just be even shitter for everyone involved. “ask stupid questions get stupid answers” and all that (it did occur to me the moment I left that bathroom that she could’ve attacked me. I got really lucky she didn’t call the cops or something)

I still don’t feel bad at all for how I responded, and I wouldn’t even be asking this if we were the only two there, but I’m on AITA because there were two other women in the bathroom I feel like ass for even tangentially involving. they both seemed really uncomfortable with what this lady was saying about trans people, and I know she probably still would’ve harassed me no matter what I did, but I wonder if I could’ve somehow prevented the situation altogether by not responding to her at all or even just straight up leaving the bathroom like she asked. it’s kind of useless to speculate about now, I guess, but since this is apparently a thing that happens to me now I should think about how I might respond better to harassment like that in the future

so. AITA for maliciously complying with a transphobe in a public space

What are these acronyms?

[anticanonsposts]

maybe konig with reader who has general anxiety disorder? like calming them down when they get worked up and reassuring them?

sorry if you're uncomfortable writing about this, no pressure💞💞

good lord this has been in my inbox for a minute, I am so sorry it took so long!!!!!! but i hope you like it <3

cw: talk about anxiety, bodily symptoms, reader is chubby <3, slight angst, i think thats it, completely sfw

wc: 1, 082

overall headcanons then a little oneshot after

whenever you're anxious...

he’s really good at picking up on this kind of behavior

he can tell when you are really nervous

and in general I think he is really good at picking up on your mood and emotions already

since he also has anxiety I think he would be especially good at keeping tabs on yours 

in public he would literally just give you his left hand and let it go limp, letting you do whatever you wanted to it/with it 

i like to think he would also gently press down on the middle of your back or a shoulder in an attempt to get you to stop tensing up 

he loves how understanding you are of his anxieties so he wants nothing more than to return that back to you

Anxiously, you sat at your desk, trying to distract yourself with your work in front of you. Fortunately your boss had a long list of things for you to do today. You needed something to distract you because last night you and your roommates got into a huge fight. You lived with three other people and last night some drama had gone down, so your anxiety was as high as ever. You had always tried to keep everyone happy, talk about issues when needed, and to be mature about problems. But unfortunately not all of your roommates shared your desire for peace or maturity level. So misunderstanding after miscommunication after another happened, and now you were stuck sitting with so much emotion, your nerves felt like they were on fire. You kept feeling drops in your stomach each time your phone buzzed. The fight had started over text and then escalated to the four of you speaking to each other. Then this morning there was so much tension in the house and everything felt so awkward. Because of some stuff in your past, instability in the home has always made you very nervous and upset. It was your one safe space that was now being threatened. But now everyone seemed to be mad at everyone else and you were trying to pick up the pieces. Once again getting lost in your thoughts, your body jolted again as your phone buzzed. But this time it was a text from your boyfriend König. You had sort of told him what was going on the night before, but you didn’t go into very much detail. However, he knew something was definitely off, in the way you were texting, he could tell that you were not feeling the best. His text was simply asking you how you were feeling. You respond with a quick ‘I’m fine!’ but he sees right through this, and before you know it your phone is buzzing with his picture displayed. Picking up the call, before you can say anything he asks,

“You’re finished working soon ja? I’ll be outside waiting ok?” 

“Thank you König” you reply before you both hang up. 

You were thankful that he never pushed you to give details too fast. Your anxiety was a pretty prominent part of your personality and could be a lot to handle sometimes. But König was very patient with you, always giving you reassurance when you needed it, listening to you talking through your issues while still knowing when to cut you off. He is getting better and better at gauging when you are done ranting and just getting into an obsessive never ending loop of worry. So he usually tries to avert your attention to something else and distract you. 

Finally your shift is over and you head outside and see König parked along the street. As soon as he sees you he gets out of the driver's seat to open the passenger side for you.  

Before you could even say anything, he says, “Do you wanna go to Culvers?” (I’m from the midwest). 

“Yes please.” you reply, giving him a small smile, sliding your left hand into his right.  

The drive there didn’t take very long but König didn’t once ask you about how you were feeling or what had been going on. He instead asked you what he should get since he isn’t as familiar with the delicacy that is midwestern fast food. 

Once you are there, you go inside, receiving the normal amount of stares you two normally do. You being a drop dead gorgeous chubby girl and him being, well, tall. After you two order, get your food, and find a semi-secluded booth he lets you dig in and get a few bites of food in.

“Ok, you’re fed liebling, so, spill. What happened?” he asks, moving his head slightly so his eyes could meet yours. 

Swallowing the bite of food in your mouth, you took a deep breath and told him. Told him how the fight started, what it was about, how you were feeling, how your thoughts were driving you completely insane and that you were drowning in overthinking. That your stomach had hurt all day because of it, and even while you were explaining everything to him, your heartbeat was racing and your breathing became uneven. 

Noticing this, he reached his arm across the table and started rubbing small circles on the inside of your wrist. Taking another deep breath you leaned back in your booth seat. Feeling a lot better that you were able to rant to König, knowing that given his issues with anxiety, that he was never going to judge you. He understood exactly how you felt, and it always hurt his heart to know that you also had issues with anxiety. He never wanted you to feel that pain, so he always made sure to be a listening ear whenever you felt like this. 

“Thank you König” you say, pulling your wrist back so that you are fiddling with his fingers. 

“Of course y/n, its my job.” he responds, softly.

The two of you finish your food, and König drives you to your apartment. After asking him to spend the night, he more than happily agrees. The rest of the night is spent still worrying about your roommates, but finally once everyone is home. You all have a talk in the living room. And König is there, waiting for you in your room when you are done. Drama taken care of, supportive partner, and mind at ease, you finally rest your tired body and mind, cuddled up next to König.

teehee hope you liked it, i have a couple more requests in my inbox that will be out soon! in the meantime if anyone wants anything else, don't be afraid to ask :)

[bigfemboyenergy]

woah!!!! again?!?

remember that one post i made with a gf/dp crossover in which the ghost zone actually CONTAINS the mindscape? dont lie, i know you dont

i just remembered how cool that felt to me so !! im thinkin i might write a bit (just., gotta find it)

original prompt post: https://www.tumblr.com/bigfemboyenergy/749856656479879168/ok-ok-this-will-be-the-last-time-i-promise?source=share

Bill laughs as the kid stares straight through the hole he just shot through Bill’s bowtie. “I’m immortal here, kid! It’ll take more than that to kill me!” Immediately, the human changes his stance, as if preparing for some sort of violent response. Bill doesn’t even bother to so much as flick him as he says, “Whoa, whoa kid! How much trauma have you dealt with?” He openly laughs, his strange voice filling the odd, infinite space.

The boy adjusts his posture, tensing up a bit, as he seems to prepare a blast from his hand. To this, Bill stops laughing and continues to act fairly casual. “You know, you’re quite the sight for sore eye! I haven’t seen anyone in this realm outside of myself before!” He watches the human get a little less tense, before tensing up again, as if waiting for some surprise attack. “Look here, kid. I’m not in a fighting mood,” Bill starts, with a laugh. It’s obvious he’s being a little more serious, before he quickly returns to his overly odd cackle, “No matter how much you seem to be!”

Danny can’t help but suspect the thing. He can’t tell what it is, especially since it has no ghost-like aspects outside of its regeneration. After all, a yellow equilateral triangle with one giant eye, a bowtie, a cane, and a fashionable hat doesn’t seem..quite normal to become, for those who’ve passed. It irks him to see something so strange and oddly, uncomfortably threatening, within his domain. Danny can’t help but feel protective over his realm, as the Ruler of the Infinite Realms, a title he gained since his defeat of Pariah Dark. His obsession with protecting others also doesn’t help.

But Danny really knows something’s up. He’s never even heard of such an odd being in the Realms before, something he doesn’t expect despite its vastness. With a deep breath that he doesn’t quite need to take, he finally speaks to the creature: “What even are you?” Danny doesn’t even care to sugarcoat his words. This being surely hasn’t done so with its own, so why not be so straightforward?

The beast’s singular eye almost illustrates the emotion of grinning. Danny only notices now, but the creature almost pulses as it seems to speak, with no mouth in sight. “I’m a dream demon, isn’t it obvious? The name’s Bill Cipher, make sure you don’t forget it!” It asks, a clearly rhetorical, purely joking, question, before continuing. “From a world in which direction, dimension, and disaster have no meaning! Where 2D is the new 3D, and life is near worthless!” Danny watches as the thing calling itself a ‘dream demon’ bursts into a fit of laughter, it seeming to find everything very entertaining. He must say, he isn’t satisfied with the being’s answer. It just seems to leave even more questions.

Danny lets himself relax as the demon questions him right back; “Who, rather than what, are you, kid?”

Bill watches the human closely with his eye, waiting for an inevitable response, whether with words or actions. It’s rather exciting to practically hear the gears in the boy’s brain turning as he thinks deeply. Within a minute or so, the kid responds, “Phantom. People call me Phantom.” Bill nods, in a way that his unusual body will let him. Everything about the boy only seems to get more interesting. “Say, what business do you have here, Phantom?” Bill questions, with a smirk-like look in his eye.

Phantom gives Bill a calculating look. “I am the ruler of these realms, actually.” This greatly surprises Bill, who rotates his cane in his hand thoughtfully. “Well, who’d have thunk it! Why, kid, you’re quite the little mystery!” He laughs, his voice once again resonating through the infinite space.

It seems like the two are in for a ride- one of the “emotional rollercoaster” type.

[exquisiteserotonin]

Precious Possessions, Chapter 2

It's Wednesday and Dave's ready to get a little more dirty. So I bring to you Chapter 2 of my Dave York Fic.

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Series Summary: Defense intelligence conferences are always the same informative but also always boring. You didn't expect anything different for this one, but an unexpected meeting with a man named Dave York, changes the trajectory of your conference experience and maybe even more.

Pairing: Dave York X F!Reader

Rating & Warnings: Explicit (18+, MDNI!), Slow burn, sexual tension, dirty, smutty talk, masturbation, finger fucking, public sex (sort of?), Not beta'd --- any weird grammar things and tense shifts are on me.

A/N: Also thank you to my slut collective who always throw out inspiration on the daily. I love you witches. @sparklefarts38 @legendary-pink-dot @best-little-secret @basicoccult

Chapter 2: Starving

The next day of the conference wore on you like a trek through a theme park on a hot summer day.  You typically loved conferences, treating them as a mini vacation that happened to include mandatory workshops and trainings.  Learning and absorbing brand-new information was inspiring and invigorating.  Yet each new presentation you attended that day seemed to grow unbearably long. A nervous energy emanated from your body, manifesting in you through repeatedly crossing and uncrossing your legs, wiggling and bouncing your foot, and tapping your pen repeatedly on your notepad. 

A frustrated heat welled up in you as you realized your thoughts were turning to Dave. The space he was taking up in your brain was unexpected. Your watch and the slow hands of the analog clocks found in each meeting room reminded you of how far away you were from 7:30 in the evening.

When lunch time arrived everyone buzzed around you with an excited energy relieved to have a break. You grabbed a plate of salad from the complimentary lunch served to the conference attendees and searched for the quietest corner to enjoy your meal. To your disappointment, your coworker Brad found you. His plate and silverware clanked as he set it down in front of you. 

“How has your day been?” he asked, his teeth almost blinding you with how white they were. 

“I don’t know,” you answered between bites of your salad. “All the sessions just seem to be running together.”

“It’s only day two and you’re already experiencing conference fatigue?” He joked with little success, eliciting a polite smile from you. 

“It must be that time of month,” you shrugged, finishing your salad quickly. “If you don’t mind, I think I’m going to grab an aspirin from my room.”

Brad raised his hands, backing up slightly in his chair, squirming with discomfort. As you suspected, this made him uncomfortable enough for you to make your exit. The way the temples of your head began to throb revealed that your escape was only a half lie. You excused yourself and darted towards the elevator. Other hotel guests filed in behind you, checking in with their heavy, space-taking luggage. You backed yourself into a corner and closed your eyes, placing your fingers lightly at your temples. You shifted sideways as more people flooded in, leaving little room between yourself and the next person.

“You OK, firefly?” The gravelly whisper of a familiar voice reached your ears.

You looked up to see Dave standing before you, dangerously close. 

“Dave, hey,” you greeted, relieved to see him. “It’s just a headache.”

“You know, I have something for that,” he said and you felt him shift his weight until you felt his hip press against yours.

The throbbing of your headache dulled and you fought with yourself to hide the moan you so desperately wanted to release from your mouth. A tingling sensation tip-toed down your shoulders, stomach, and irresistibly, inconveniently down to your core. As you held each other’s gaze, you felt his smug smile drawing you in and tempting you. 

“You know what?” The satisfaction you got from challenging him was unmatched and you smiled back. “I think I can take care of it for the time being.” 

Feeling brazen and empowered, you brushed your fingertips along the side of his left pant leg, until your hand began to take hold of his hip. He knitted his brows down to glare at you, his hand meeting yours quickly to grip your wrist with one of his large, weathered hands. The way he stared you down, gripped your wrist, and shook his head indicating no without a word electrified you even more. It shot through your body from the tips of his fingers, its electricity awakening every cell in you and your heart thumping loudly in your ears. 

The elevator rocked back and forth as it moved upwards. Engrossed in each other, you barely noticed or acknowledged as the other guests left the elevator. You backed away from him a few steps, his fingers rippling open to release you from his grip. In only a matter of seconds, you knew you’d be arriving on your floor. 

“We’re still having that meeting at 7:30, correct?” He asked as he cleared his throat and as he pressed his hands to his hips.

“Still on,” you confirmed as you felt the warmth of his body heat overtake you as he stepped closer behind you. 

“Then you should save your energy,” Dave said, leaning his head close to yours, his breath caressing your ear. 

His hand gently brushed the back of your skirt, the back of his fingers just brushing your ass. The faintness of his touch was enough to leave you nearly breathless and yearning for more of it, so much that you hitched your breath with a quick gasp. 

“Noted,” you breathed, looking up at him with a nod of your head before you stepped away. 

Despite the slight dulling of your headache, you still gulped an aspirin upon returning to your hotel room. You lowered yourself to the fluffy sheets of your hotel room bed. Noting the time on the clock: 12:35 pm. It reminded you how quickly you had gulfed down your lunch just to get away from Brad. You closed your eyes, promising yourself it would only be for a moment. The ghost of Dave’s soft whisper against your ear haunting you. The power of your mind helped you to imagine his whisper as fingers traveling down your blouse to your skirt. An achy longing began to beat at your core as you thought of him. You began to slide your hand down the length of your skirt and gathered it in your hand, pulling it upwards. You drew your fingers up your thighs, walking them closer and closer to your underwear. All the while, you imagined his hand, his weathered fingers as your breath quickened. You pushed your panties to the side, sliding your fingers to your clit, feeling how your folds were coated with your slick because of him. Because of Dave. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, keeping the image of him in your brain. The memory of how his massive hand gripped your wrist, his fingers large and commanding. You let yourself imagine his hands touching you, dipping inside you, fucking you, and savoring the taste of you on his fingers while he chanted your name as he worked on you, beckoning you to come. Your orgasm crashed over your body, setting you on fire and wrapping you in warmth. You stared at the ceiling of your hotel room, letting your breath come down to a natural pace as you relaxed from your wave of pleasure. 

You stood up, pushing down your skirt. You met your reflection in the large, gold framed mirror. Your hair was disheveled and a rosy glow painted your cheeks. You gave yourself a quiet laugh, thinking wistfully of the solo activity Dave York had just inspired. Your fingers caressed the soft, silky fabric of your skirt to smooth the wrinkles as best you could. You took one last glance at your watch, realizing you had just enough time to make it downstairs for the rest of the day's presentations. You left your room letting the door close gently behind you, hoping the pace of the afternoon moved faster than the morning. Begrudgingly, you knew the specter of Dave’s touch and breathy whisper would haunt you for the remainder of the day. 

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Somehow, you managed to survive the day without driving yourself crazy about what awaited you at 7:30 pm. Every inclination you had was to wear the sexiest outfit you owned, but that was impossible since it was hanging in your closet at home. The only option you had was a tawny colored, form fitting sweater dress you packed. You pulled it on over your head, shimmying the fabric down your body. Its luxurious fabric hugged your curves perfectly and despite it having long sleeves it clung to your cleavage, enhancing it in the most enticing way. 

You looked at yourself in the full-length mirror, satisfied and confident in your look. Your long waves fell like a waterfall down your back, your shortest waves kissing your clavicle. Your make-up was simple and served to enhance your favorite features. You stepped into a pair of cream colored booties with a little bit of a heel, knowing it would bring attention to the little peek of leg that would reveal itself through the knee slit on the right side of your dress. You bit your lip, your reflection staring back at you with a mischievous understanding of why you brought this outfit to a professional conference. 

This is the kind of outfit that would get you fucked. 

You carried that thought with you from your room to the elevator, and downstairs towards the bar. Head turns that turned into intense gazes in your direction gifted you with even more poise and tenacity as each step you took brought you closer and closer to the bar. Your eyes skimmed the bar, searching for Dave. Taking a seat at the bar, a little fleck of disappointment turned in you when you were unable to find him. 

“What can I get you?” The bartender asked.

“Scotch please,” you replied, “on the rocks.”

The bartender nodded and walked away to get a few more orders before bringing you your own. A sudden burst of self-consciousness washed over you as you waited for your drink. Upon the bartender’s return, he handed you your drink along with a knowing wink and a small slip of paper. The edges were clean and folded sharply, evidence of the meticulousness of the messenger. You laughed at yourself as you opened it wondering why you hadn’t exchanged numbers with Dave. Your professional mind took over and deduced that he simply didn’t want to be tracked. You talked yourself into thinking that this made sense for someone in the intelligence field. You took a long, large sip of courage from your glass before opening the note. Small, slanted print greeted you as you did:

I’m at the far corner to the right of the bar. 

You found him with your whole body, your eyes settling over him in the dark, isolated corner. Your eyes poured over every feature of him from his clean shaven face, to his Romanesque nose, to his intensely dark brown eyes which were staring right back at you. You walked towards him, unhurried, carrying your scotch in one hand and your handbag in the other. You approached the quiet and secluded booth for two. He never lost eye contact as he stood up to greet you, taking your scotch from your hand, sipping the remainder of it, before setting it down on the table. The coldest of shivers traveled through your body as he pulled you towards him with a gentle beckoning of his hand on your elbow. The shivers left you frozen as he brought his face close to yours, kissing you lightly on the cheek until you felt his lips brush against your ear. 

“Look at you,” he growled as you closed your eyes, feeling his hand roam to your right hip, where his fingers traced the curve of it with the lightest of touches, “getting pretty just for me.” 

You parted your peachy-pink lips to respond, but for the first time in your interactions with him you found yourself speechless. The feeling was so novel as though you were being hypnotized to succumb to his words and motions. 

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he stated, drawing you in with his wickedly attractive grin that had imprinted itself in your brain. “There’s a place I’m going to take you, somewhere more private.”

Dave was the kind of man people would warn you about. Your closest friends would tell you that he was a walking red flag if they knew. Any level-headed woman would and should know better. And then you thought to yourself: 

Maybe I just don’t care. 

You trembled with a charged excitement moving through you and arousing every cell in your body. It wasn’t a request. It wasn’t a demand. It was a simple and true statement. Both of you knew it. You would do anything he asked. 

“Ok,” you confirmed your gaze connecting indelibly to his, “take me.”

A rush of cold air bombarded you as you stepped out of the hotel. You cursed yourself, wondering why you hadn’t grabbed a coat from your room. Dave perused you up and down, admiring your figure before he took off his own thick coat and draped it around your shoulders. The unexpected, but calculated gesture made you shiver more at his touch than from the cold. After this he moved past you toward a black sedan, opening the door for you. 

Your dress stretched against your legs, giving Dave the perfect view of your right leg from the slit on the side of your dress. He followed you, joining you in the warmth of the car. Not a second had passed since you buckled yourself in and you immediately felt his immense hand slide onto your knee with a tight grip. With no knowledge of how long it would take to arrive wherever Dave was taking you, you placed your hand on top of his and began to slide his hand further up your leg. 

“You dirty, little slut,” he whispered to you with a growl, “are you gonna show me how wet you already are for me?”

“Dave,” you panted into his ear as you felt his fingers massage up your thigh, “the driver…”

From the side of your eye, you swore you could see the driver smirk when you whispered Dave’s name. Your breaths continued to quicken as his hand continued to rub up your thigh. 

“Don’t worry I pay him for discretion,” he uttered, and you could have moaned at the thought that this was all a well-executed plan. “Just give daddy one little taste.” 

You squeezed your thighs together before opening them again. His thick fingers rested on the lush skin of your inner thighs. His half-closed, ravenous eyes asked you again. 

Just one taste. 

And so, you opened for him feeling his fingers brush against the silky fabric of your underwear. You kept your eyes on him as his fingers met where the fabric had become dewy with your desire. You rolled your pelvis forward, eager, and desperate for him to do something. He raised one coy brow at you, caressing you and making the spot grow with your heat. That dangerous dimple revealed itself as he tempted you with a wanton grin. You needed more. You needed him to give you more. As soon as you moved your hand to grip his forearm, the car came to a quiet stop. You shuddered as he took his hand away from your thigh. You followed his every move as he brought his fingers to his lips, licking his fingertips. A little taste of you. 

“You taste sweet,” Dave growled, the vibrato making you quiver all the way down to your toes, “can’t wait to taste all of you.” 

Dave opened the door and reached his hand in to help you out. Once you were out of the car you used one hand to smooth out the bottom of your dress and the other to grip Dave’s jacket around your shoulders. The strong grip of his hands on your hips as he rocked his pelvis into your ass was so surprising that it made you gasp louder than the cold air meeting your bare skin.

“Fuck, Dave,” you whispered, “are you trying to kill me?” 

“Hm,” he paused in contemplation, “not if I don’t have to.” 

The two of you stood before a quaint little whiskey bar repurposed from an old Craftsman home. Globe lights danced on strings in the December air as you walked up the brick stairs. Inside, perfectly placed lights of amber and gold set the room aglow with warm luminescence and shadows. He had made a reservation. You shivered as he took his coat from your shoulders handing it to the hostess. How was he able to have this so elaborately planned? The feeling settled in your abdomen simultaneously vexing and intriguing. 

You followed the hostess to a quiet u-shaped booth situated at the back of the bar. Atop a round table made from knotted driftwood, stood a table sign with the word “reserved” written in modern calligraphy. You had barely taken your seat when a server came to your table with a bottle of Macallan rare cask and two empty whiskey glasses. 

“Wow, pulling out all the stops,” you said, mesmerized by the expensive whiskey selection that was poured into your glass right before your eyes. “You do this before you bed all your conquests?”

He grasped his chest with a feigned expression of heartbreak, “Oh if that’s all you were, I wouldn’t have wasted my time bringing you here knowing I could’ve had you begging me to come to your room the afternoon we met.” 

“And if I had wanted you there that night,” you stalled, gently biting your glossy lips, “we wouldn’t have left my room at all today.”

“And that, firefly,” he said with a tip of his glass towards yours, “is exactly why you’re more than just a conquest.”

It felt like a date but you didn’t want it to. The mess of feelings running inside you could have been easily curbed if you had just fucked him. You’d done it before, you could do it again. Fuck and forget.

“How did you get into intelligence, anyway?” He asked, relinquishing a deep sigh from you. “Because and, forgive me, you don’t seem the type.” 

“Meaning?” You furrowed your brow at the statement.

“Well, you’re hot for one thing,” he stated, provoking a laugh, “but you don’t bullshit; you’re sharp, calculating, even.”

You took a sip to ponder your response to his question.

“Well I was always good at everything computers,” you explained, “building them, taking them apart, and figuring out how they worked.” 

It felt so easy to be telling him your story. His eyes were rapt with attention 

“In high school I got good at hacking,” this reveal had him move in closer to you, “even better at getting away with it.”

It felt like you were being asked to access a file that was stored away in your backup hard drives. You never expected anyone to want to hear about your angsty, adolescent techno rebellion. 

“You know, it started small at first: messing with the school online newsletter, changing my friends’ grades,” you smiled as the sweet nostalgia took over you. “My best work though was getting a pervy teacher fired who’d made rapey comments to me and my friends.” 

“A vindictive streak,” he said admiringly as his hand took purchase on your knee. 

A jolt of excitement shot through you as he said those words, in the way he said them. Did he get off on that? Revenge. It wasn’t the best of your personality traits. 

A slow sip of the Macallan. 

“Karma’s a bitch,” you said dryly with a shrug.

An impressed grin. 

“My parents said I needed to channel my talent into something productive and lucrative,” you shrugged, “so here I am.”

“Here you are,” he was so close you could feel his breath on your lips as he spoke. 

It took only one look of his pouted lips for you to dive forward to kiss him. His tongue pushing your mouth open while his right hand pushed your hair back from your face. You gripped that hand leading it to the base of your neck. You pressed your hand on top of his, desperate to feel his strength imprint itself on you. The needy groan that escaped him as you did had you snickering with consuming gratification. Falling into each other with breathless desire, you let his mouth go but not before pulling his bottom lip with an eager bite.

“Bad girl,” he groaned, as he tugged you almost impossibly close to him, the heat that rose from both of you intertwining. “You get off on it don’t you? On not getting caught?”

Your heart hammered loudly in your ears as Dave’s hand glided up the slit of your dress. His fingers made quick work of finding the spot he had made wet in the car. Your cunt ached and drummed with anticipation for his touch. You swallowed a deep breath when you felt his thick fingers sweep over the fabric, teasing you as he used his finger tips to play at the edges. You nodded at him, with pleading eyes. 

“Let’s see how much you get off on it,” he growled his head pressed to yours as he slipped his fingers under the velvety soft fabric of your underwear. 

Your thoughts began to swirl in the rich amber of whiskey in your glass as his fingers rubbed at your entrance. You rolled your neck with a deep exhale before placing a secure hold on your glass with your left hand. The wave of exquisite sensation washed over you as you felt his finger glide inside you, finding your clit in a matter of seconds. You brought your glass to your lips, taking in a long sip of whiskey to obscure the moan that threatened to escape from your mouth. The slow burn of the whiskey paired with the sinuous ecstasy that formed from his was almost too much to bear. You could do nothing but roll your hips forward begging for more of his fingers with your body. 

“Firefly, you dirty, fucking slut,” he whispered to you through gritted teeth, “you fucking love this, don’t you?” 

Your hands gripped at the fabric of the bench beneath you, your brain barely registering what he had just said. All you could concentrate on was your desperate attempt to slow your ever-quickening breaths. 

“Answer me,” he demanded in the quietest whisper while tortuously denying you the attention his fingers were giving your clit.

“Yes--I, I love it,” you whimpered

Your body ignited with a luxurious heat at each touch of his fingers at your core. You felt yourself surrendering to him as he continued the deep ministrations within your body, worshiping your clit. 

“You fucking love that you’re about to come right here in public,” he growled his nose pressed to the side of your face, his lips brushing against your earlobe. “I was a fucking stranger to you yesterday and now you love how I already know how to make you come undone. You’ve never felt this good before have you?”

Jesus, fuck. You thought to yourself as you nodded. True. It was all true. 

He rocked his pelvis towards you, his fingers moving relentlessly. “Fucking answer me, firefly.”

“I’ve never felt this good, Dave,” you wanted to cry.

“Good,” he said, his voice gravelly and low, “you wanna come now, baby?”

“Please.” 

With another sinful grin, he crooked his fingers inside you, bracing you with the weight of his body. And you came undone, your entire body trembling and the quietest moan escaping your lips as you clenched around his fingers. You reached out for your glass to drink the last bit of whiskey. You breathed out a long, slow exhale feeling the burn and bliss of the whiskey and your orgasm. 

“You’re so fucking good for me,” he groaned as he released his fingers from your center. 

A gasp vibrated out of your throat, and you relaxed back into him. Everything around you looked hazy with delight, like a dream sequence in a film. You watched as Dave licked his fingers, savoring the taste of you that left its mark there. You felt your pussy clench again at the eroticism of the moment, of how good he must be with his mouth and tongue, and how big his cock must be. You tip-toed your fingers to his pants, cupping his bulge, feeling it grow in the palm of your hand. 

“It’s time we get out of here, firefly,” he spoke with the stoic conviction of a man ready to complete the most important mission he’s ever been given. 

“What are you going to do with me?” You leaned to him, whispering your delicately chosen words into his ear. 

He turned to you, his stare low and focused with lust, “I’m going to make you mine, possess this cunt in ways you’ve only dreamed of.” 

You smiled with satisfaction as though you’d been waiting a lifetime for someone to growl those words at you. He stood up and your gaze poured over his entire body as he pulled out his wallet, leaving a wad of bills on the table that you assumed as far more than the cost of whiskey. He held out a hand to you and you laughed like it was a joke, knowing well you didn’t need or want the feigned gentlemanly gesture. You gathered his jacket around your shoulders again to protect yourself from the biting air.  He slipped one possessive hand beneath the bottom of his jacket to grip your ass and then your waist, holding you close to him the entire, short ride back to the hotel.

[vampireistic]

“annoying gays” aren’t the problem.

the problem with “straight” self-entitlement

the anime/gaming community isn’t known for being very lgbt friendly (the amount of times i’ve been threatened with SA because i’ve called a character zesty is actually psychotic) and to be fair, posting something like this to a website known for being infested with us gay critters seems silly, but i think it’s something worth a discussion.

overall, i want to go over a couple fandoms that i’m deeply engrained in that i’ve personally experienced the shittiest takes with: honkai star rail, genshin impact, jujutsu kaisen.

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“i hate ___ fandom”, do you? or do you hate the fact black and gay people exist in the same space as you? “oh it’s the shippers! they’re weird”, yeah i won’t deny a minuscule percentage are, but do you really think that overshadows the fact the CN part of the genshin community KILLED kittens because they hated scaramouche, the creepypasta fandom saw the emergence of several murderers that varied in concerning age, not to even mention the amount of l*li art that gets made using the excuse that the character is “akshually 500+!” — believe me, these are more egregious sins than simply: “they ship boy and boy so i don’t like.”

“FANON” VS “CANON”

some of you can’t differentiate between: “this makes me uncomfortable” and “this is wrong”.

“headcanons are losing their meaning”, “i miss when headcanons didn’t make sexualities their entire character” — what is it with people being upset that others are finding comfort in portraying themselves in a character they enjoy? “it ruins the character!”, “you’re belittling them and ignoring their backstory!”, how come these are the responses only queer people get?

it’s ok to not like it but you also have to acknowledge that it’s completely harmless and in the grand scheme of things, doesn’t matter. “you’re making it all about sexualities”, “you can’t make everything gay” etc etc — those are just basic homophobic rhetorics. gay people have been demonised in media excessively, of course we want to MAKE representation for ourselves if we aren’t going to get any canonically.

queer people shouldn’t have to be digestible to you and what you like for you to not have a hissy fit that they merely headcanoned a fun character as having xenopronouns. using the excuse that: “oh well, i’m also queer!”, is ridiculous, being part of the community doesn’t absolve you from any type of lgbtphobia. do you really think the straights are gonna come accept you with tears in their eyes because you’re not like those other fags?

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“SHIPPING CULTURE”

getting mad at queer people for not liking straight ships should be a form of comedy. throughout all those decades of entertainment, queer people have been given mere crumbs of what straight people have — why is it expected that we need to absolutely suck up and also enjoy something that we’ve already been force fed our entire lives? this sort of idea is a little predatory, in my experience at least, this rhetoric is the reason i used to HATE even entertaining the idea i could be a lesbian just because it was so disconnected from other sexualities where most revolved around some sort of attraction to men; i feel like this isn’t necessarily that uncommon of a situation either.

this sort of conversation surrounding the concept of “heterophobia” just sparks immediate homophobic rhetoric that intends to make queer people like some villainous group that’s goal is to gayify every straight ship in existence. no-one actually cares, you’re just upset because gay ships tend to get more talked about in fandoms because they’re well liked.

let queer people enjoy solely mlm/wlw media or pairings without making them feel othered or like a “fujoshi” for something normal. if i have to sit here and listen to why you think god should personally make mitsuri and obanai real so they can have a real wedding then you can handle me just stating “idk i think satosugu is good”. i can’t tell you the amount of times my own friends have made me feel weird or icky for watching things that relate to me because i specify i won’t read or watch romance stories with a hetero pairing — like i trusted y’all once with violet evergarden and look where that ended up…

“you’d like ___ if it was gay” / “you only hate ___ because it’s straight” … yeah, because i’m gay dumbass. why the fuck should i pour my energy into a straight pairing i can’t at least resonate with somewhat. there are some exemptions to this rule and i will forever be a hanako kun and nene lover — but that’s purely because they’re a straight ship written for gay people. and it’s actually quite easy to discern the difference between “straight pairing that’s intended for large audience” vs “straight pairing that’s intended to appease fans / soothe the lonely lowlifes who have never touched a woman”

the former being: hanako kun x nene, quite literally any pairing from disney movies, loid x yor, haruhi x tamaki… okay i’m out — and the latter being ANYTHING from the following animes: darling in the franxx, bunny girl senpai, my dress up darling, toradora etc.

also to add onto the whole “you’d like so and so if they were gay”, y’all would absolutely believe ships like satosugu, beigguang, acheswan, eimiko etc were canon if they were m/f pairings.

“QUEER CODING / IMPLICATION”

i don’t understand why this specific topic is so heavily discussed in such a negative manner — if there’s specific references to queer things in relation to a character, it’s obviously intentional. what’s the issue? that it’s gay?

queer coding has long been a subtle yet powerful tool in media, particularly in anime and video games. it involves the inclusion of characters whose traits, behaviours, or relationships suggest a queer identity without explicitly stating it. this coding allows for nuanced representations of lgbtq+ identities in contexts where direct representation might be risky or censored. two franchises where queer coding is evident are genshin impact and jujutsu kaisen.

however, the appreciation of this representation often gets lost in a quagmire of "canon versus fanon" discourse, particularly among straight fans, who degrade these characters and their relationships to fucking “shipping debates.”

“they’re just friends — have you never interacted with a friend before?” / “not everything has to be romantic / gay”

i don’t remember the last time i longingly gazed at my friend after receiving a compliment and smirking while stating: “only a true treasure captures the eyes of __, seems like i’ve struck gold.” homosexual undertones exist!! i don’t understand how this is something controversial or scary to discuss — just because a character isn’t DIRECTLY stated to be queer, doesn’t suddenly mean all the hinting doesn’t mean anything.

heterosexuality isn’t the “default”, why do you have to assume every character is straight? i don’t remember them staring down at the camera lense to specify.

you can’t be so disingenuous and media literacy constipated that you don’t know how to interpret very simple things like yae miko writing a sapphic book where the main two characters resemble her and ei, the fact kaveh and alhaitham’s introductory quest line is titled “pride and prejudice”, the entire story of xiao and venti meeting, and even something as seemingly dumb and simple as ajax being gifted chopsticks by zhongli. repetitive nuances aren’t there for the sake of silly dynamics, they’re there to get past censorship. believe me if they could they would’ve made yae and ei make out by now.

another gentle reminder: wriothesley is based off henry wriothesley, a homosexual man known for having gay relationships who had a close intimacy with william shakespeare. clorinde is based off a historical feminist and bisexual named julie d'aubigny with navia being based off of julie d'aubigny's lover, who was a lesbian. and if you’re going to argue semantics and say that these are either incidental and don’t mean anything — then neither does the argument that nahida was supposed to be based off the hindu moon goddess.

the weird anger that procures whenever gay ships are more popular is so baffling. yaeyato quite literally come along as a reactionary ship to eimiko because…they hated lesbians, straight ghuizhong and zhongli shippers have conjured up this rainbow demon that every zhongchi shipper hates them (despite the fact a large majority of guizhong shippers…are also zhongchi shippers).

similarly, jujutsu kaisen has characters whose relationships and characteristics are imbued with queer coding. the dynamic between gojo and geto, for example, is often highlighted as more than just a rivalry or friendship. their relationship is filled with an intensity that transcends typical "bromance," and the narrative hints at a deep emotional connection that resonates with many queer experiences of longing and betrayal. they’re made to be the exact mirrors of each other, pieces of a puzzle that when put together perfectly balance into a piece of art.

“my six eyes tell me you’re suguru geto. but my soul knows otherwise!”

some of you wouldn’t even have your own mother recognise you in such a manner let alone your best-friend who you haven’t seen in years. don’t remember the last time i purred and groaned my friend’s name while we’re on call and i don’t think i could ever bother staring at them lovingly while propping my cheek up with my hand. geto had this man nearly on his hands and knees in front of a public sidewalk near a non copyrighted kfc because he was afraid of him leaving.

what i find also particularly funny is how these same people will view labelling a character as something that somehow dirties them and then will turn around and ship something like anya and that ugly kid (i’m sorry but i don’t remember his name LMAO) — you don’t care about “pushing sexualities onto a character”, you give a shit because it’s queer.

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here’s some resources i found that managed to vocalise my thoughts rather perfectly:

annoying gays are not the problem

“i’m not one of those gays” - shut up.

a deep dive into the queer coding of genshin impact

is honkai star rail actually queer coded?

homophobia in the honkai star rail community

[fizziepopangel]

What would Charlie do with the sinners who are beyond help?

Theories with Fizzie: What would happen to those beyond redemption?

Ok, so this is actually a really good question! Personally, I really think Charlie would want to believe that anyone is beyond help and she would end up holding onto hope and trying to help them until she realized that someone was actively trying to sabotage other residents of the hotel to keep them from bettering themselves and ultimately getting their own chance at redemption...... But I also don't like enforcing that type of naive little princess persona with her because while the princess is young and does want to see the best in every soul, sinner, and situation, Charlie is far from the picture of pure naivety that I've see people paint her as before. Does she want to believe that everyone is capable of changing for the better? Yes.... But does she also know that realistically she cannot save them all? Also yes. I think once she realizes that redemption is actually achievable and not just the pipe dream a lot of others have made it out to be, she will fight really hard for every sinner who wants to give it a shot.... But I also don't think she would stand for people coming into the hotel and essentially using it the way Angel was in the beginning because I think sinners coming into the hotel and just taking up space would take that space from someone who may genuinely want to put in the work, and it may end up making it more difficult for the hotel guests who are trying to not slip back into a space they've worked to get themselves out of (don't come for me, I do recognize and love the fact that while he may have started at the hotel just for a place to sleep away from his contract, he does genuinely value the hotel and all he's gained from it up till this point in the series..... But if we're real, Angel wasn't really big on the idea of redemption or betterment in the beginning and it shows.).

I think because of her friends (the main Hazbin Cast we've been introduced to so far), Charlie would try to overlook the fact that some people could be taking advantage of the hotel and what it's been created to do for a while because she would recognize that it did take everyone some time to truly come around to the idea of betterment, and she would want to give everyone a sort of grace period like that.... But I also believe that she would come around to putting some precautions eventually to try to weed out those who were serious about the program the hotel is trying to adapt. I do think that whatever she tried to put in place would be as gentle as possible, so something like a check-in application and then progress questionnaires every few weeks a soul stays checked in just to see whether or not the sinner in question is truly progressing/trying, and after a certain amount of time, those who don't seem to be showing any signs of even wanting to try would unfortunately be cut from the program and given a timeline on when they would be eligible to come back and possibly try again if/when they had a change of heart on the matter............... Now, that being said, I also think that Charlie would have one other way to deal with sinners who she truly believed to have absolutely zero chance of redemption...

With her overall gentle, caring nature, there are some things that I could see Charlie not letting fly at the hotel, the biggest one being the safety of others being put at risk unnecessarily (think how Alastor threatens Husk/how Valentino treats Angel). While people like this can be very charming and put on a very nice little show for those around them, I do think that Charlie would become very good at picking up on the energy they put out and the energy that they seem to take in from how uncomfortable they make those around them, and for people like that, I think she would eventually begin weeding out those who were truly incapable of redemption on levels like those and she would have a system in place that could also put the war between Heaven and Hell to rest for a while. Picture it.... A handwritten list of souls so cruel that the "inside every demon is a rainbow" advocate would be ok with the Exorcists coming down and eradicating them. Granted, I don't think this idea would be thrown out there by Charlie (I personally think this would be something Lucifer would actually end up half jokingly spit balling at some point), but I do think that Charlie would eventually use it as a bargaining chip with the council of Heaven to try to help break the tension after the battle that resulted in the deaths of many Heaven sent soldiers, as well as keeping the peace between the civilizations for a while at least.

[cosmic-consumption-au]

Chapter 1 - Something’s Mending

….

You look up at the night sky, as you normally do when sleeping outside.

Seeing it in a new light makes it melancholy in a more oddly intriguing way.

(What did my people know? What did we know that no one else did? The others seem confused about things like the universe and constellations...But...what do those things even mean?)

You can really only remember bits and pieces of these things. Thinking about it for too long gives you a headache.

(But…that doesn’t matter now. Does it?)

(You’re happy.)

(You have your friends; your family.)

…

You look over to them, all sleeping soundly around a dying fire.

Everyone seems to be at ease but their newest addition. Nille, who sleeps upright with her arms crossed.

You remember the day you finally met Bonnie’s sister.

It was a few days after you all beat the King…well, for the last time.

-

You and your friends enter Bambouche, and it’s certainly a sight to behold.

The streets are full of vendors, mostly consisting of fish and other aquatic goodies.

The residents are still fixing up the place after the panic from the King’s curse.

“So,” Odile asks Bonnie, “where do we find your sister?” 

Bonnie looks around and points to a side road off the main street.

“She’s probably at our house…follow me!”

Bonnie leads you all through a twisting series of alleyways and roads, running faster than any of you adults are capable of.

Eventually you leave the labyrinth of roads and find yourself in a spaced out neighborhood of sorts, similar to Dormont.

“COME OOOOON! YOU ALL MOVE SO CRABBING SLOOOOOW!!!” Bonnie is yelling at you all, jumping impatiently in front of what you assume to be their house.

It’s small and rough around the edges, especially compared to the other houses.

(Is it even a house?)

It looks like it was at least abandoned for a while, until Bonnie and Nille moved in. Lots of DIY repairs cover most of its faults.

Once everyone is close enough, Bonnie smiles eagerly and knocks rapidly on the door.

“Hold on a sec!” An impatient voice calls out from inside the house.

The door opens to reveal an older teenage girl with similar eyes and hair to Bonnie, albeit tied up.

She gasps, and Bonnie immediately jumps into her arms as she hugs them back.

“NILLE!!!” Bonnie yells happily.

“BONIFACE!!!” Nille laughs and swings them around. “You’re back! And you’re ok! Oh thank the Change God…” 

She looks over to you all, and her expression hardens in an uncomfortable face.

“…Bonnie,” she says warily, putting them down. “Who…are these people?”

Bonnie runs in between her and you all, spreading their arms out wide to gesture to the whole group.

“They’re my friends! Or…more like a weird family…either way, they’re cool and stuff!”

Nille’s face softens slightly.

(Why does she look so on edge? I mean…I guess it is strange to see four adult strangers bring your little sibling home.)

Isabeau waves a little, “Hello!”

Odile gives her a smile, “Greetings.”

Mirabelle gives her a sweet grin, “Hi!”

You nervously give a little nod, “…h-hello…”

You still feel weird about her intense look from earlier.

Nille doesn’t really answer you, just stares at you all. No. Analyzing you.

“Uh huh…” she leans down to Bonnie and whispers something to them.

The two step away for a second and have a hushed conversation.

You try your best to listen in.

You hear Bonnie.

“…no, I promise they’re nice! They kept me safe from everything! Mirabelle is really nice and reads me bedtime stories…Isabeau is like a big goofball honestly…Odile is really cool too, you’d get along probably…A-and Siffrin…they lost their eye for me!”

Nille seems to be a little surprised by all this.

“Wow…really? You really do seem to trust them…”

She gets back up, and walks over to you all.

“Ok, you all seem to be trustworthy adults. How about someone tell me what you're doing with Bonnie in the first place though?”

You all stumble over each other’s words, but eventually all tell Nille about how you found Bonnie, traveled together, and fought the king. That last one seemed to get to her.

“Wait…they…they WHAT?!??!?”

She looks stressed out and pale, horrified even.

“THEY CRABBING FOUGHT THE CRABBING KING?!?!!??” 

She sways a little and Bonnie instinctively tries keeping her upright.

“Hey, hey! I’m ok! See? I won!!! We won!!! You’re moving again and everything’s fine now!”

Nille takes a few breaths, keeping a hand on her chest like her heart was about to pop out.

“…ok…ok, so that’s it, right? Nothing else…crazy happened?”

Everyone silently looks at you with the question in their eyes.

You feel extremely uncomfortable.

(Oh geez, don’t tell her about your wish incident if she couldn’t handle The King! It looks like she’s about to faint already!)

“Nope!” You say sharply with a smile. “Nothing else! We won! Woop woop!”

She eyes you suspiciously, but eventually sighs, “Alright, I guess Bonnie can keep traveling with you- IF; you let me join.”

“That was the plan!” Isabeau says cheerfully.

After that exchange, she and Bonnie grabbed some things to bring with them.

Nille brought a large and heavy hammer with her, supposedly the same one that broke her bedroom wall like Bonnie had told you in a loop.

It’s been a little over a month since Nille’s joined the team, and the new adventure truly began.

You’ve in particular noticed she only seems to be open and caring around Bonnie, but still keeps up that guarded demeanor around the rest of you.

Perhaps…she just doesn’t like strangers?

Or…adults.

You vaguely remember Bonnie telling you that it’s normal to run away from home if your parents are “meanies”.

But…that was in a loop.

Bringing it up might be more hassle than it’s worth.

Better to just let her talk about it if she wants to. Bonnie too.

-

You snap back to the present with a loud pop from the dying embers.

…You’ve been up for a while now.

You close your eyes as sleepiness takes over, the sound of everyone’s rhythmic breathing lulling you into unconsciousness.

-

You’re awoken by the smell of something sweet.

You sit up and try to deduce the source of the smell.

Could it be?

“PANCAKES!” Bonnie yells.

They’ve got a pan over the now revitalized fire, and they flip a sweet round disc into the air with concentration.

“PANCAKES!” You respond as you jump up to your feet, fists raised to the sky.

You speed walk over to the rest of your family, who are all sitting around the fire with plates of pancakes.

“Good morning, Siffrin!” Mirabelle smiles at you. “You must have been sleeping well, you almost missed fresh pancakes!”

You stayed up later than usual, so you must have been more tired than you expected.

Bonnie plates the fresh pancakes, and hands them to you with a prideful grin. “Here you go, Frin!”

You excitedly take the plate and immediately start digging in.

(Sooo warm! Sooo soft!)

You feel a large smile appear on your face as you scarf down your breakfast.

Surrounded by your friends, sleeping in, fresh pancakes…

(This is the life!)

Everyone else seems rather happy too, even Nille is smiling.

“Do you think if we smash a pancake down, it’ll turn into a crèpe?”

Nille chuckles. “How about we find out?”

Nille takes out her hammer, and Bonnie excitedly puts one of their cakes down. 

With one heavy swing of her big hammer, the pancake has been…well…flattened.

Bonnie gives their experiment a big, looking a little disappointed.

“Not a crèpe…Maybe there’s a special ingredient?”

“Let’s look for a recipe the next time we visit a library.” Odile responds with a humored smile.

“How’s it taste?” Isabeau asks Bonnie.

“FLAT PANCAKE!” Bonnie responds.

“Is that a good or bad thing?” You ask with confusion.

“It’s ok,” Bonnie says with a shrug. “It’s a pancake, but flat.”

You all finish up your breakfast and pack up your things.

“There should be a town coming up here pretty soon,” Mirabelle says, looking over a map. “Look for any signs that say ‘Lopaque’.”

Sure enough, as you’re walking along the road, you spot a wooden sign directing to Lopaque. 

You keep walking, and enter a forest.

The light from between the leaves dapples the ground, spots of lightness in the darkness.

Suddenly, you hear rustling up ahead. You put an arm out to stop your party in their tracks.

“What is it, Sif?” Isabeau asks concernedly.

You take out your dagger and hesitantly step towards the moving bushes.

Suddenly, a dark shape jumps out.

“A SADNESS!” Mirabelle yells, unsheathing her rapier. Everyone else follows suit.

This isn’t the first Sadness you’ve run into during your new adventure. It seems there’s still some leftover from your previous travels.

You observe the hand of the Sadness, and see it in a classic scissors formation.

You could probably handle it on your own, but that would be rude of you.

“Isabeau, Nille, Odile, Bonnie; you’ll have to take this one!” You give your turn away to Isabeau.

He runs ahead and punches the Sadness in what you assume to be its face. Tears splatter Isa’s fist.

Odile is next, and casts Rock IV. The Sadness is pretty beaten up at this point.

Nille takes her turn, rushing towards it with her hammer before smashing it down on its supposed head.

Now on its last legs, Bonnie takes the opportunity to deal the final blow with a whack of their frying pan.

You breathe in and out, and you all put your weapons away.

“Another Sadness…” Odile mutters to herself, closing her eyes in thought.

“Yes. It is rather strange seeing them around now, isn’t it?” Mirabelle adds on with a look of worry.

“I mean like, isn’t that the 12th time we’ve run into one?” Isabeau continues the thought.

“There were a few back in Bambouche too,” Nille replies. “I actually fought a few for some extra cash while Bonnie was gone and everything unfroze.”

You wonder.

(If there was a set amount of Sadnesses out there, there shouldn’t be that many left. They’re people’s feelings when they’ve lost to the King, but there’s only so many people in Vaugarde. And if people from all around have been fighting them like Nille did, there shouldn’t be this many still wandering about.)

You have a horrible thought.

(What if they’re still coming? Is it possible there’s another source? Or maybe, we got it all wrong, and they don’t originate from the King?)

(…)

(No.)

Surely you are overthinking it.

There’s just a few stragglers wandering around, and they’ll all be gone soon enough.

After this minor setback, you all make it to the town at around noon.

The town reminds you of Dormont, but with the addition of a lake in the center of the village. A lot of the buildings seem to center around it.

“Ok,” Mirabelle says with a little clap. “Let’s meet up at the town inn at sunset! In the meantime, let’s look around town.”

As per usual, your party splits up to explore Lopaque. 

You have some time to yourself it seems.

But what to do?

You decide to ask around about the town, maybe see if there’s any quick work to do.

There’s an old woman sitting on a bench nearby, feeding the birds some seeds. You approach her slowly so as to not scare away the birds.

“Hello there,” you greet her with a smile.

She returns the smile, “Oh, hello there! I don’t believe I’ve seen you around here before? Are You perhaps a traveler?”

“Yes,” you reply, “I’m passing through with my friends. I’m curious about this place though, are there any interesting places to drop by?”

“Well,” she responds with a thoughtful expression. “This isn’t the biggest town, but I’d recommend visiting the lake. There’s a legend surrounding it, you see.”

You nod intently as you listen.

“They say when this village was first established, a young woman visited the lake one night, and prayed to the Change God to cure her sick younger sibling. The next morning, to her surprise, her sibling was better than ever! From that day on, everyone in the town believes the lake is blessed.”

“Ah,” you nod to the old woman. “I’ll go visit the lake, then!”

“Have a good day, traveler!” She nods goodbye to you.

You’ve met the Change God before, so hearing stories about their miracles feels a bit different.

(They probably did it because they were bored. Or maybe they actually did feel bad about the kid?)

Before you know it, you’re looking over the water.

The lake doesn’t look particularly interesting or stick out to you like you expected, but it’s still a lovely view.

You take the moment to sit down and listen to the sound of the waves.

You end up laying down beside the water, listening as the soft swishes carry you into sleep.

-

You can’t really see anything in your dream, only making out blurry shades.

The sound of the water is here too.

You feel a chill breeze blow over your face, but you’re warm and cozy in your familiar clothes.

You notice something too. Someone.

You’re being held in someone’s lap, someone significantly bigger than you.

Or maybe you’re just…small.

Whoever they are, they’re humming a tune while stroking your hair.

You feel so safe and relaxed, like nothing could possibly hurt you.

You close your eyes, the blurry shades becoming pure darkness.

The humming continues, putting you to sleep in your own dream.

…

This is so…familiar.

This song…

Where have you heard it?

…

You feel…an ache in your heart.

-

You open your eyes to see the sky above you.

It’s blurry.

You wipe your eyes, and your gloves are wet with tears.

You sit up abruptly, and start panicking.

(Remember it!)

(Please!)

(Don’t forget it this time!)

(Don’t forget don’t forget don’t forget don’t forget don't forget don’t forget don’t forget don’t forget don’t forget-)

…

But…you don’t forget.

For once, you actually remember the dream.

You’re confused, but…happy?

The dream didn’t have much in it, but you hold onto every last detail.

(But…how?)

(How can I remember it?)

Your head doesn’t hurt that much either.

You feel stupidly hopeful.

(Does this mean…I can remember other things too?!)

You stare across the water, thinking of your dream.

Unconsciously, you start humming the song.

You start humming parts you didn’t even hear.

The sound soothes you, and you have to stop before you go back to sleep.

Looking up at the sky again, you realize it’s almost sun down.

(SHOOT!!! I WASTED THE WHOLE DAY?!)

You leap up to your feet and start booking it to the inn.

You get there just in time to see Odile approaching the inn as well.

“Oh? Lost track of time too, did you?” She looks over to Siffrin with a smirk.

“Yeah…” you huff, trying to catch your breath.

The two of you head inside, and see the others waiting in the lobby.

Bonnie hops up and down, “Took you two long enough!!! Where have you been?”

“I was working on something, lost track of time.” Odile replies bluntly. “As for Siffrin…”

You don’t want to get into the dream with everyone just yet.

“Took a nap by the lake.” You answer, sticking your tongue out with a smirk.

Mirabelle sighs, “Goodness Siffrin! You need to get your sleep schedule in order…”

You shrug it off.

Bonnie pouts. “Well, you barely almost missed dinner! Just like with breakfast!”

A table in the lobby has plates of grilled fish with some lentils on the side.

“Bonnie insisted they made dinner,” Nille explains with a chuckle. “Poor Innkeeper was quite confused!” 

“Hey! A free dinner is a free dinner.” Isa says with a gesture to the food. “...But not really since you had to buy the ingredients.”

“But the dinner is free!” Bonnie points out.

“Can’t argue with that,” Odile says with a smirk.

Everyone’s scarfing down the delicious meal, but you barely finish half of it.

“What’s wrong Frin?” Bonnie looks disappointed. “Do you not like it?”

You immediately shoot upright, a pang of guilt pierces your heart as you see their face.

“Oh! N-no it’s not that! I’m just…feeling a little off right now, that’s all!” You quickly try to undo the damage your lack of enthusiasm has caused.

“Off?” Isabeau asks, concerned. “Do you feel sick or something?”

“Y-yeah, I think it’s from that nap by the water. Must have gotten cold from the breeze!” You don’t want anyone to worry about you…at least, not yet.

(It’s too late for that. I’ll worry about it in the morning; I promise, Loop!)

You haven’t forgotten your old friend’s words. You’ve been pretty good about talking to them, but this time is an exception…for now at least.

Isa smiles at you. “Then I’ll find some extra blankets, so you’ll warm up a bit!”

You smile warmly back to him. “Thanks, Isa.”

You kind of tap out for the rest of the evening, everything becomes a blur of shades…like your dream.

Before you know it, you’re in your nightgown and in bed, extra blankets on top of you.

You stare up at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of everyone’s breathing. You can feel Isa sleeping peacefully beside you, his steady breathing moves the bed every so slightly.

But even these anchoring sounds seem to fade away as your thoughts overwhelm you.

You hear the song again.

You can’t even utter out a single note in response to the recording playing in your head before cracking.

It takes all the energy you have left in you to hold back your sobs, but tears still start to trickle down your face.

You pray to the Change God, to the Universe, that you’ll be blessed with a dreamless sleep.

And to your relief, your prayer is answered.

End of Chapter 1

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Masterpost - Next

[onboardsorasora]

I wanted some soft boys. I wrote this yesterday while exhausted and I mean I reread it just now but I hope it's ok lol

Part 1 | Part 12

Part 13

The day had been a long one but it was a good one spent at home. Lando and Charles had come over and they piled up in the couches and watched movies all day.

They each got to choose a movie, and Max and Lando made popcorn. Jimmy and Sassy lap hopped, accepting cuddles and scratches from whoever would give it.

Max's choice had been a mindless action comedy with gratuitous car chases and explosions that had Daniel excitedly asking the guys questions about racing the whole time. Jimmy had crawled over to Charles' lap because he had been the only 'calm' one.

Daniel's movie choice was an older comedy retelling of Robin Hood that he used to watch a lot with his father. Lando watched amused how he would mouth some of the lines, Max would smile at the sparkle in his eyes. 

This movie also sparked an impromptu 'sword fight' between Charles and Lando that had Daniel kneeling on the couch and throwing his head backwards in a honking laugh. The loser (Lando) made more popcorn for the group.

To get back at everyone, Lando's choice was some kind of gory slasher movie that Daniel didn't enjoy at all. He didn't say anything to anyone and Max also kept silent when Daniel buried his face in his shoulder after a while. He originally was using Sassy as a blockade but she grew tired of the constant squeezes and fearful squishes.

Daniel wasn't a fan of the tense music and the gratuitous gore. He didn't normally watch these sorts of films, leaving that up to Michelle and his dad when they went to the movies together. He didn't even realize that he was cuddling into Max's side at first, didn't notice the arm that came to rest along his shoulders while he shook with fear.

"Oh! I'm so sorry Max– I–" Daniel whispered embarrassed apologies, a blush flaming his expressive face. Lando and Charles fought over the controls while Daniel tried and failed to extract himself from Max's gentle hold.

"It is, of course, no problem Daniel." Max's voice was hoarse and he cleared his throat. He pulled Daniel's smaller form back against him, pointedly not meeting searching wide brown eyes.

"If you're sure…?" Daniel whispered, watching and waiting for him to change his mind. He didn't, merely repositioned his arm. Daniel laid tense as the opening credits for Charles' movie choice started. He was extra aware that he was leaning into Max's space.

He felt really nice, Daniel suspected he would because his hugs were very comfortable. But a hug was one thing, cuddling into him on the couch was something completely different. He slowly relaxed, keenly aware of all the points that their bodies connected. He hoped he wasn't heavy, he didn't want to make Max irritated. He didn't want to be a burden, Max was just being nice to let him use him as a pillow.

Max smelt really good, and he was warm. Sassy always said he was, and Daniel took her word for it because before now, there was never a moment in the realm of possibilities for Daniel to learn this for himself. Well he was learning and Sassy was right. 

Cats never lied.

Max peaked down at Daniel's smaller form curled up on him. He was careful to stay still; not wanting to spook Daniel who hadn't relaxed all the way as yet. As if waiting for the moment Max got uncomfortable to bolt.

Daniel was paying attention to the movie, or at least he seemed to be. Max watched as bit his lip and let it go, his plump bottom lip glistening with saliva. Daniel peaked up at him through his eyelashes and Max looked away quickly, not wanting to be caught staring. 

The time passed like that, and eventually Daniel's soft snores could be heard. The three drivers smiled fondly and finished the movie, chatting softly with each other as to not wake their friend. Sassy snuggled on top of Daniel's lap, burrowing into his Tshirt and resting her head on the snoozing cherub.

Eventually the guys left, waving to Max and letting themselves out quietly. Max stayed still, unsure how to wake Daniel to get him to go to bed. And also unwilling to lose the closeness. 

Sassy watched him with keen eyes and he just knew she knew what was happening. He'd never been uncomfortable with his cat before now.

Daniel shifted then, snuffling sleepily deeper into his chest, pulling his knees further in his curl and Max watched him with a small smile on his face. His chest was warm with fondness. Sassy chirped softly and bumped her head against Max's hand. 

"I know…" he breathed softly. He didn't know what she was communicating, but he assumed it had to be a comment on how beautiful content Daniel was. He scratched between Sassy's ears absentmindedly, his gaze still on Daniel's relaxed face.

Max didn't know how much time passed in the quiet of the night, the TV's sleep mode long engaged. His phone vibrated a while back, no doubt Charles and Lando updating that they reached home. He hadn't moved to reply. He didn't want to jostle Daniel.

He didn't have to worry, however, because Daniel woke on his own. Sleep clouded brown eyes looked around before he eased up off of Max's chest and rubbed his creased face.

"I'm sorry. I fell asleep." Daniel mumbled. Max's chest felt cold, missing his warmth and now familiar weight. He shrugged.

"It's alright." Max watched him with bright blue eyes, enjoying how adorable he looked completely sleep rumpled. He barely saw this in the mornings, Daniel was an earlier riser; something about the birds waking him up with gossip.

"We should go to bed, I think. I mean– our own beds that is." Max continued softly, wanting to hit his own forehead with his palm. Daniel yawned behind his hand and nodded, clearly not realizing Max's gaffe. Good.

They shuffled to the bedrooms, Max keeping Daniel steady as he zombie walked and leaned into Max's warmth. Max helped him into bed and left the room, smiling at the softly mumbled 'night Maxy' the proceeded the resumption of Daniel's soft snores. Max paused in the doorway to watch Daniel sleep for a little before turning around to go to his own room.

Sassy sat in the hallway watching him, she tilted her head curiously.

"What? Don't look at me like that." Max mumbled before going into his room and laying in bed. If the sheets felt cold and the bed felt too large for just himself, that was no one's business but his own.

Part 14

[ohmotherwhereartthou-if]

How would the ROs react if their MC is a very affectionate person and they suddenly stop ? Because someone told them that they are very annoying and this excess of affection can make ROS uncomfortable and even lose interest in them.

I am assuming this is at the relationship stage?

Cassandra: She would pick up on it immediately and be concerned it's because MC is unhappy or angry with her. Since she is a very direct person she will ask you upfront about it, if you say it's because you think your being annoying she will reassure you and chalk it up to MC’s usual issues flaring up. But if you tell her it's because someone made a comment, now she is mad. She low key sometimes seems mad at you when she is actually mad at someone else who isn't there because she yells at you. (Like a Latina mom; if you know, you know.)

"Are you kidding me? Why would you listen to what random stranger would have to say about OUR relationship? The hell do they know? If I had a problem about it don't you think, oh I don't know... That I would say something?!"

Once she calms down she will apologize to you for yelling.

Valeria: It would actually take a while for her to notice since she kinda enjoys some space to breathe and not be smothered. But she will think it's you giving her the usual space she needs when the physical affection becomes to much but it's the lack of verbal affection that will have her attention immediately.

“Uhh, hey? What’s up with you? Why you being weird?”

She will begin to pester you on why you have stopped giving her affection and when she finds out the reason why; she will pout and roll her eyes.. “Ok.. and? Like, I know I get fussy if you smoother me but we do a good job at managing that. But why does what somebody says about how they think our relationship works matter? Oh my Lord, was it one of my brothers? Which one. Tell me.”

Tomás: He will think it is because of something he did. He will look all guilty with the biggest puppy eyes and try to do some sweet things for you and if you don’t come around he will ask what is it that he did to make you mad at him. When you tell him it’s becuse of what someone said he will make a deadpan “Seriously?” face.

“Listen mí querido, if this was back when we were bearly together I might of agreed that reframing from heavy affection would of been best, out of respect for my comfort. But mí amour, we have worked through this and I have loved you all the more for it. You have been so patient with me and we have talked through our issues, heh, you were the one who thought me that… Do not worry querido, if something bothers me; I will tell you. Ignore what anyone else says.”

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Ludovica: Also thinks it’s because of something she did. She leans on you and lightly tugs on your clothes when she wants affection, when she notices that it is not winning her any affection she gets depressed. When she feels like she did something wrong and/or your mad at her, she will distance from you to try to get out of your way and stop taking care of herself. Thinking that she is a burden and that she is inconveniencing you. When you try to comfort her but don’t do the ways that she is used to you doing she will still be depressed until you talk to her honestly on way you’ve changed.

Aurelio: Will annoy the ever loving shit out of you.

Not going to lie, Aurelio is not a sexist man, he is quite a progressive thinker actually, (honestly maybe the most progressive compared to the rest of the more traditional RO's and characters). But, if MC is a woman; he might honestly just consider this as a typical "Getting mad and ignoring him for no reason" kind of woman thing. It has happened often in his past relationships lol. If your a man he is sadly going to rope you into "acting like a woman" sort of thought.

On the bright side, he won't say any of that to your face and will just default to doing everything he knows how, just to annoy you.

Buys into the way of manly thinking that if your lady/man is ignoring you, is probably mad and you don't know why:

When in doubt, poke the bear until it shouts.

That way he will get straight to the root of the problem, when he finds out it's over something (in his mind) this dumb; he will laugh and kiss your face.

"Honestly, you had me this worried that I had made you mad and all the fuss was just about some idiota saying I wouldn't like all of your attention on me? Really? Baby, whenever have I not made it clear that I love being the bell of the ball and the absolute center of attention? I want all of you affection, always."

Elio: You would think that he wouldn't notice or care but if he is used to receiving you affection, he will notice it when that affection stops.

Will stare at you like a cat until you look at him and ask point blank, "No cuddles? :/"

Explain why and he will tell you that the person is stupid, now give him love.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hi :) . I'm so sorry to dump all this stuff on you, but I've seen you giving some really good advice, and I was wondering if you could help me a bit? (warning-this is probably going to be longer than necessary because I cannot sum up anything haha)

So I have this friend (we'll call her A). She's quite annoying, she follows me around a lot, she gets moody when I spend time with my other friends, she pressures me into doing things, she doesn't respect my personal space, but she doesn't realise how uncomfortable I feel about the things she does. I probably sound really rude and awful saying this, but I honestly don't know how to say it in a nicer way (sorry if I do sound awful)- she's not neuro typical, and that might be a reason why she's like this (again, so sorry, I sound like I'm hating here). But I feel like I have to lie about so many things for her. Honestly? I don't like spending time with her. But I really don't want to hurt her feelings, and she trusts me with a lot of personal things.

So I have another friend, and this time there's nothing wrong with our relationship. We're besties. But she is VERY protective. Like she's threatened to gouge people's eyes out (she was joking, don't worry, I asked her). Worst of all, she sort-of-bullies my other friend. Now, if my other friend was someone else, I would pass it off as ok. That's because she SEEMS fine with it. But my friend? I know she probably isn't fine, inside. She's been through so, so much, and I'm guessing that she isn't in a good state mentally. She acts like she's fine, but she isn't. I sound awful here, but I'm certain about this. I've seen her crying. And I know it isn't my business, but I want to help her. But I can't. I don't know how. I feel pressured to pick between those three, sometimes. I don't want to disappoint anyone, but they don't get along, so I have to juggle, if that makes sense?

And finally...my sexuality! *audible gasps*. (yeah at this point I would give up haha). So I'm confused. Because I'm a weird mix of demisexual, lesbian, and pansexual? And I can't ask my parents about it, because they don't understand and I don't even know if they support.

Yeah I'm sorry for that haha also I'm sorry for all the apologies I'm like 70% sure I have anxiety? Here's a tortoise:🐢. Thank you :)

Hi hon! Okay I’m gonna address each of these one at a time:

The first friend: first of all, you’re not mean. I’m neurodivergent, and I get where you’re coming from. Here’s the thing. I see what you meant about your friend probably not understanding what she’s doing. But that doesn’t mean you should just let her! It means you can explain to her that you’re uncomfortable and work with her to find compromises that work for both of you. You don’t need to sacrifice your boundaries just to accommodate her neurodivergence. That’s not fair to you.

For your other friends: sounds like first of all, your bully friend might need to think more about how she affects others. If you’re comfortable, you could gently tell her you’re concerned. You don’t have to choose between one or the other by voicing your concerns, and if the bull friend makes you choose, that’s HER choice, you know?

For your sexuality: explain more? I’d love to help if I can!

Naming you tortoise anon!