#this really is just a little self indulgent thing for me

[mint-yooxgi]

My Desire - Slight Yandere!Nogitsune!Wooyoung X Tall!Chubby!Reader

Slight Yandere AU, Idol AU, Fated Lovers AU & Nogitsune AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Fluff, Wooyo being a simp

Pairing: Wooyoung X Tall!Chubby!Reader (Implied OT8 X Reader)

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Words: 1,975

Warnings: Wooyoung has a dirty mouth and is very needy, Inexperienced!OC, tooth rotting fluff, lots of pet names (Beautiful, Angel, Goddess). This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: This is one of the most recent scenes I wrote in a purely self-indulgent fic for myself. It's been really therapeutic to write, and I really liked the direction this scene was going in, so I thought I'd share the little tidbit with all of you. I know it's not much, but right now, I'm focussing on writing for myself just to get back into the swing of things. This is my comfort, but I hope others can enjoy it, too. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! I hope you enjoy!

Hours later, I feel consciousness returning to me once more. The sunlight streaming in from the windows warms my skin, and I nuzzle closer into Wooyoung. A soft smile tugs at my lips, already feeling his thumb brushing tenderly against the skin of my lower back.

“Good morning, Beautiful,” His voice rumbles out, still heavy with sleep.

I hum, stretching lightly beneath the covers before blinking my eyes open to look up at him. “Morning, Wooyo.”

His free hand slides up my body, moving to cup my cheek. A soft kiss is placed atop my forehead before he’s pulling me upwards, pressing his lips to my own eagerly.

I cannot help the smile that tugs at my features as I giggle, attempting to pull myself away from him.

“Wooyoung,” I mumble against his lips. “I need to brush my teeth.”

A loud whine escapes him, his arms wrapping fully around my waist. In an instant, he rolls us over, settling himself between my legs as his tongue flicks teasingly at my lips.

“Less talky. More kissey,” He mutters, holding me even closer.

My hands slide up his bare sides, feeling him shiver beneath my touch. It makes me smile, wrapping my arms around him as I part my lips.

Eagerly, he slips his tongue into my mouth. His one hand slips beneath his shirt that I’m currently wearing, splaying his fingers over my side. A soft moan escapes him as he feels my bare skin, parting from my lips to begin placing soft kisses along my jaw and down my neck.

“You look absolutely stunning in the morning light, My Goddess,” He breathes out, nuzzling his face against my neck affectionately. “I could never tire of this.”

Wooyoung pulls away to gaze deeply into my eyes, his own shining in admiration. Gently, his thumb resumes tracing over my skin as he smiles down at me so lovingly.

“One of these days, I’d love to wake you up by making love to you softly.” His eyes flick lightly between my own, his free hand coming back up to cup my cheek. “Every hour of every day, I wish to show you my love. Make you feel it with every movement I make against you.” He leans in, brushing my nose with his own as he sighs blissfully. “Show you how sincere I am about you, and lavish you in everything I have to offer.”

My breathing deepens slightly, his words going straight to my core. I cannot help the way warmth blooms inside of my chest, gazing up at him softly as I trace my hand over his spine.

“I would like that very much,” I whisper, swallowing lightly.

“Just you wait, Angel,” A brilliant smile stretches across his features, his eyes crinkling at the sides. “I plan to give you the world, and so much more.”

My heart flutters, a gentle smile tugging at my lips. “One day, I hope to be able to do the same.”

Wooyoung brushes some hair off of my forehead, his expression turning much softer. “You already have.”

A wave of emotion floods through me, and I immediately wrap my arms fully around him. I pull him into me, hiding my face in the side of his neck as I hug him tightly. I even go so far as to wrap my legs around him, my heart beating frantically inside of my chest.

“Thank you, Wooyoung,” My words come out muffled against his skin. “This means more to me than you’ll ever know. You mean more to me than you’ll ever know. I appreciate all that you do, and all that you’ve done. I know it’s only been one night, but this all just feels so natural to me. I’ve never felt this comfortable around anyone before, and that’s all thanks to you.”

I feel him wrap his arms around me, holding onto me just as tightly as I hold onto him. His face is buried in the side of my neck, placing a tender kiss atop my pulse before squeezing me affectionately.

“I’m happy to know I make you comfortable.” He hums, keeping his voice low. “All I’ve ever wanted was somebody to love unconditionally. To be able to make them happy, and provide for them. To see them look at me in the same ways I look at them, sharing our lives together and being with one another through everything.” He swallows, pulling away to stare deeply into my eyes. “I’m glad it’s you.”

I smile up at him, bringing a hand up to cradle the side of his face gently. “I couldn’t have asked for anyone better.”

Wooyoung’s eyes pulse with golden veins, his lips tugging upwards before he’s leaning in to place them upon my own. 

The kiss is tender and slow, Wooyoung pouring everything he is into it as he holds me close. The passion and care I can feel exuding from him makes my head spin, my heart thumping wildly in my chest.

Again, his hands slip beneath the shirt I wear, thumbs tracing over my sides as he deepens the kiss.

A soft whine leaves my throat, his hips grinding lightly into my own. I can feel him getting hard again, his cock twitching against my core. It makes my heart flutter, warmth coursing through my veins.

“You make it hard to want to leave this bed…” I mumble, moaning softly as he nips at the side of my neck.

“Funny,” He hums, glancing up at me through his lashes. “I was just about to say the same thing.”

Slowly, he rolls his hips into my own once more.

“We should-“ I choke on a gasp, my lashes fluttering in bliss. “We should probably get ready for the day…”

“Mmmh…” His hands slowly push my shirt further upwards, nosing his way down my body and beneath the covers. “Five more minutes…”

The material of his shirt bunches around my waist as he begins placing wet, open mouthed kisses along my stomach. His fingers trace over my sides, low groans escaping him as his fangs come out to tease at my flesh. With each love nip he gives me, he purposely laves his tongue over the marks, his breathing deepening.

“What do you say, Angel?” Turquoise eyes with those captivatingly vibrant golden veins flick upwards to meet my own. “Am I allowed to have my breakfast in bed?”

A pleasant shiver caresses my spine. His words go straight to my core, feeling myself clenching around nothing. I can already feel my clit practically pulsing, my chest rising and falling dramatically at the mere idea of what he’s offering.

Patiently, he waits between my legs. Even though his eyes are dark and hungry, there is no denying the tenderness that still shines through. His touch remains soft, his hands lightly caressing over my sides as a gentle expression pulls at his features.

My lips part, nodding my head in confirmation. “Okay.”

A pleased smile stretches across his lips as he leans in to place a lingering kiss against my stomach. Soft hums escape him as he nuzzles against me, tilting his head upwards so he can meet my gaze once more.

“Remember, Beautiful, one word of discomfort from you and I will stop.” Wooyoung keeps his voice steady, and full of care, staring at me so tenderly. “I never want to push you too far, or make you uncomfortable.”

“I remember, Wooyo,” I smile softly down at him, my heart warming at his thoughtfulness. “I’ll let you know if it gets too much. I promise.”

He grins, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he nods once. “Good Girl.”

My breath hitches, involuntarily clenching from his words. I can feel my cheeks heating in response, noticing how Wooyoung quirks a brow up at me.

“Oh?” A wolfish grin stretches across his features. Slowly, he trails his hands down my sides, sitting up on his knees as he slips his fingers beneath the waistline of my sweats. “Does My Angel like it when I call her that?”

My cheeks are on fire, and I end up averting my gaze to the side shyly. “A little…”

“It’s okay, Angel,” He coos, teasingly sliding his hands back up my sides. “There’s no reason to be shy about your desires with me. I want to know each and every one of them so that I can fulfill them all.”

A few of his tails emerge from beneath the covers, pushing them back so that the comforter falls to the ground. The soft blackness of his fur contrasts the morning sun, shining beneath the light as they flick through the air happily behind him.

“Will you let me?” His gaze flicks up to my own, his fingers back to toying with the waistline of my sweats. “Will My Beautiful Angel let me touch her? Will she let me trace my tongue over every inch of her delicious pussy and make her drip down my chin?”

“Wooyoung-“ I gasp out his name, clenching hard enough to feel myself beginning to leak down my thighs. My hands grip onto his arms tightly, nails digging into his skin as I begin to squirm beneath him.

“Do you think I could make her squirt? How long do you think it would take me to do that?” He hums, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. His gaze is fixated on the apex of my thighs, slowly beginning to tug my sweatpants off of my body. “How loud do you think I could make her scream my name using just my tongue alone? Would she sit on my face until I made her legs give out?”

“Fuck-“ My voice catches in my throat, my head spinning from his words alone. My breath is beginning to come in small pants, my whole body shaking in need.

“How sensitive could I make her?” Agonizingly slow, he pulls my sweatpants down my thighs. He tugs them upwards, lifting my legs in the air and holding them steady as he finally slides the material completely off of me. Quickly, his one arm wraps around my legs, resting them over his one shoulder. Turning his head, he places a kiss against the side of my knee. “Would she let me spend the entire day between her legs, worshipping her until the sun finally sets, the moon and all of the stars filling the night sky?”

“Wooyoung, please-“ My hips lift slightly, eyes pleading as I meet his own. My lips are parted, pleasure coursing through my veins with every word he speaks. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this desperate in my life, feeling as if I’m about to spontaneously combust if he doesn’t put those words into actions sooner, rather than later.

“Lay back and relax, Beautiful,” He hums, gripping my legs beneath each knee and slowly beginning to part them. 

Golden veins pulse within a sea of blue, a low groan escaping him as he sees just how wet he’s already made me. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, pushing my thighs apart gently as he begins to lower himself towards my cunt. Fluffy black tails dance in the air above his head as he leans in to nudge his nose lightly along my glistening slit.

A shudder wracks his entire body as he takes a deep breath, breathing me in fully. His eyes flutter shut, a loud moan escaping him as his grip on my thighs tighten.

“I want you to watch me,” He breathes out, eyes flashing open and locking with my own. There’s a darkness swirling within. A primal desire that shines right beneath the surface, desperation and lust all mixing together in a pool of love. “I want you to do nothing but enjoy yourself as you watch me enjoying you.”

[tobyisave]

acting lessons

this is for my chapter 5 au... I tried to compose a toxic doomed yaoi saiouma essay in the tags just now but it went over the tag limit (mortifying) so I'm just going to paste it under the cut!!

////cw for suicide of course. also heads up my version of saiouma is almost completely one sided 👍🏼

#look.. in my mind there is no world where shuichi truly comes around on kokichi #but there is TOTALLY a world where he feels eternally fucked up and guilty about assisting in his suicide #and cant bring himself to hate anymore #cant bring himself to reject the casual but blatantly self-indulgent touches of the boy hes about to murder in the most excruciating way possible #just let him have his fun #let him squeeze your shoulder a little too long #its the least you can do when hes about to let his entire body be turned into an unrecognizable puddle of gore #you dont have to pretend you like it. he KNOWS you dont like it. just let it happen & soon enough itll be over and youll never have to see him again #youll never be *able* to see him again. nothing left of him to even call a body #fucking unidentifiable #god. #(to be clear i dont approve of that logic at all but i sure think shuichi would feel that way)

#its like oumota but worse because (to me) shuu has completely written him off by ch5 and doesnt even need the poison blackmailing to agree #its shuichis low point after all hes fully suicidal and thinks kokichi is the mastermind who destroyed humanity's last hope #he doesnt have time to recalculate his opinion before its too late #he agrees almost immediately #but the closer it gets the less he can justify it #like god this guy fills me with rage and we would never ever in a million years get along but hes also a warm breathing human being #and hes in love with me or something and i just agreed to kill him. EAGERLY! #to his FUCKING FACE #yes i openly hated him already. and yes he didnt even blink when i told him i could kill him #if anything he looked happy! #but god how could i just say that to someone? how did it get this bad? #and how is he still giving me finger hearts through the camera while we test out angles for his fucking DEATH VIDEO #maybe just maybe its because he really thinks this will save us. but maybe he just wants to die #and i dont even know if that makes a difference anymore #et cetera……..

#like i said im not a saiouma guy in the traditional sense but #i do like pathetic clingy kokichi x shuichi who hates himself for harboring genuine malice towards him #(justified malice) #but is too self doubting to take the reins and stop the horrible thing theyve already set in motion

#meeting the same fate as kaede because he THOUGHT he was agreeing to kill the mastermind #when in reality it was really just a cagey guy who was trying to do the EXACT same thing and made the mistake of going it alone #and now that guy who couldve been his ally is dead and he has to pretend hes ok and lie to his friends to derail this trial #for this stupid idiotic plan he let himself get blindly swept up in #that was never going to work in the first place #he knew it was full of holes he knew ouma was full of shit #he knew himself he knew he'd buckle under the pressure of the trial #but he didnt say a thing #it was so much easier to go with it. he just wanted it to be fucking over with #well its not over. the game continues and kokichi is dead and for what #didnt lift a fucking finger #fucking idiot coward bottom of the barrel piece of shit. GOD #i dont know man. it's just real kill yourself hours for shuichi after this one

[caeyrines]

milgram au

does this mean anything to anyone. very self indulgent thing of mine. might make a sideblog/fangram for it if anyone would tune into that. Milgram's an interactive music project where you vote innocent or guilty on murderers over the course of three trials (we're in the hiatus between 2 and 3 atp). love these guys. i should actually figure out their murders.

(To avoid weirdness w/ rl and grian warden, Cleo is 01, and the rest correspond to the game they won)

Character design rambling under the cut!

I tried to keep their outfits relatively still in the same world as milgram. Grian was annoying because I thought I could modify the uniform more than I could, and then referenced all Es across the series and realized it really was a uniform and there were a lot of traits shared across all uniforms and therefore integral to milgram prison guard design.

Luckily only main Es had it so i didn't need to put the stupid M on his hat. I also realized that the patterns on the cape wasn't uniform across all (Main Es's lettering vs novel es's laurels) so i put the watcher symbol on there. because Es Grian Watcher audience surrogate and all that. and because I Can. also his cape and little dangly things on his hat are winged shaped for fun.

For the prisoners, I tried to make the restraints generally reference their mc skins. Scott's restrains on the torso are the pattern on his shirt. Pearl's are mostly bs but her hoodie is purposefully tucked into them, unlike Scar, who's cloak is restrained and cannot be removed by him. Martyn's and Cleo's are both meant to just make their white prison outfits look like their skins visually. The same with Joel actually, but his tag is on his neck because imagery. I made a few fangram characters a while ago and i overused the restraints to make very on the nose designs, so i tried to be more restrained(hah) with them when designing these guys. They are all humans so nothing fun with that unfortunately (goodbye space elf scott...)

Um. Anyway. Talk to me about this au if you like milgram (or dont! and just are intrigued and want to know more!) I have a lot of ideas so ill probably just draw some more concepts here and if enough people are interested in participating in a fangram i'll make a sideblog for one. heart emoji

[mxltifxnd0m]

you did what? ── . ✶ sam and dean winchester

summary: dean has the bright idea to play never have i ever

pairings: platonic winchesters x afab bi! reader, implied past! ruby x afab! reader warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', reader is afab but no pronouns are used, fluff, humor, drinking, mentions of sex, reader is bisexual, kinda edited; all mistakes are my own word count: 2.0K a/n: was supposed to be a silly blurb but its a one shot lol. also this is so self indulgent lmaoo and i was talking about this with mari on the phone, i just love bi!reader fics and shocking the winchesters with information i also love love ruby and i need to write her so bad so if any one wants me to to write the aforementioned event mentioned i will LOL winchesters masterlist

YOU HONESTLY DON’T know how you got here. Well, you do, but you’re slowly regretting your decision to ever befriend the Winchesters, wanting the ground to swallow you whole as they stared at you incredulously. But it wasn’t your fault that their dad would use your Mom’s house as a dumping ground for the two of them when he was on a hunt in your state. While your Mom graciously took them in every time, you knew, even from a young age, that she had her gripes with the elder Winchester, who dragged his kids across the country hunting monsters. 

Growing up with the Winchesters was certainly interesting. You liked hearing the stories that Dean would tell you and Sam about hunting since your Mom retired as soon as she had you. You remember any time that they came over, the three of you were like peas in a pod (your Mom’s words, not yours) and would play and mess with each other each chance you got (typically, it was Sam and you versus Dean most of the time).

As the three of you got older, you saw each other less. Still, you tried to keep in contact—but eventually, Sam went to college, and you guys stopped talking to each other altogether. Until they ran into you on a hunt while trying to find their dad. After the hunt, you guys reconnected at the bar in town and traded numbers. 

Throughout the years, you would run into them on hunts and help them out if they needed it as their lives increasingly became crazier and crazier. 

Currently, you were sat at the map table next to Sam and across from Dean in the bunker that they had found due to their grandfather coming from the past looking for John (which was the weirdest thing that they told you when they invited you for the tour of their home base, but then again, weird is normal for those two). The three of you were having a lazy day due to there being nothing in the news that seemed to be your brand of weird and would warrant the three of you to have left the bunker.

You spent most of the day lounging in the clothes you slept in. After dinner, Dean pulled out his good scotch and three glasses, poured each of you a healthy amount, and started to talk about old hunts and reminiscing on the past. You were about a glass in, now on your second one, when Dean suggested that the three of you play Never Have I Ever, which Sam protested against. When Dean looked at you for the tiebreaker, you shrugged, saying why not since you had nothing better to do. 

Dean grinned at you and sent a smug look to his brother while Sam rolled his eyes at him. 

The questions were pretty tame until they started to venture into the types of conquests that either of you three had throughout the years, which made you learn a little too much about their sex lives (you already knew enough about Dean’s, but now you had to hear Sam’s which was very interesting, to say the least). 

Dean had just finished taking a sip of his dwindling glass. “Okay, my turn.” He had a mischievous glint in his eye as he shot a look at his brother.

“Never have I ever slept with a demon.” Dean had an arrogant smile on his face as he leaned back in his chair. 

The question was clearly a dig at his brother, to which Sam had scoffed and shook his head. Sam lifted his glass off the table and took a healthy sip of it before putting it back down. His brows furrowed when he saw Dean’s mouth agape in shock. He glanced at you, setting your drink down on the table as well. 

Sam looked at you, confused as to why you took a drink before it hit him, his confused expression morphing into one that mirrored his brother’s. 

You felt warm, slightly embarrassed by their gazes on you. You knew that this was the reaction they would have toward you, but it still didn’t feel the best. 

“Wh-what? When? How?” Dean sputtered out as he looked at you like you were crazy. 

Sam stayed silent, the questions flooding his brain, but Dean had vocalized most of them for him. 

You cleared your throat. “Well, I think it’s my turn anyway. So never-” 

“Nope, we’re not playing until you answer the question.” Dean cut you off and stared at you intently. 

“It’s not any of your business, Dean.” You said through gritted teeth, wanting to move on from the conversation. 

“If you don’t tell us, I’m just going to assume the worst and think you slept with Crowley.” Dean pointed at you before taking a sip of his drink. 

Your face screwed up in disgust. “EW! No, I didn’t sleep with Crowley. I’d rather be chewed up by a wendigo than even kiss him.” 

“Did you know they were a demon before sleeping with them?” Sam questioned. 

You whipped your head to stare at Sam in disbelief. “Really Sam?” 

He shrugged. “Sorry, but can’t blame me for being curious. You’re the last person I’d expect to sleep with a demon.” 

“Has anyone told you curiosity killed the cat?” You snarked as you narrowed your eyes at the shaggy-haired man.

“Yeah, well, satisfaction brought it back.” Sam quipped back as he shot you a smug smile, and you were debating on escaping to your room, but you knew that they would not give up the interrogation until you told them. 

You let out a defeated sigh, leaning back in your seat. “Yes, I knew they were a demon before I slept with them.” 

“Okay, who was it? Was it anyone we knew?” Dean asked. 

You sighed before nodding. You took a sip of your drink before glancing at Sam. “Uh, it was Ruby.” You mumbled into the rim of your glass. 

Neither man heard you. “Sorry, we didn’t exactly hear that.” Sam said. 

Dean nodded. "Wanna say it louder for the the two of us?"

You scrunched your nose, placing your glass on the table. “I slept with Ruby.” You said louder than before, avoiding their gazes. 

Both men were rendered speechless. You and Ruby infamously didn’t get along. There was an animosity between the two of you from the moment you spotted the brunette in Sam’s room when Dean came back from Hell.

Yeah, Sam tolerated her most of the time, and Dean didn’t trust her at all and kept her as far away from him as he could, but the two of you butted heads like no other. There were a couple of times when they thought you were going to kill her, but apparently, that wasn’t the case. 

Dean opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, trying to find any words to say before shutting it. 

“Oh." Sam cleared his throat. "But I thought the two of you hated each other?" 

“We definitely did.” You nodded. “But, it was only once. Well, maybe it was like a couple of times actually now that I’m thinking about it.” 

Dean looked at you wide-eyed. “I have so many questions.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Just ask them.” You wanted this conversation to be over and done with. 

“How did it even happen the first time?” 

“Do you remember that haunting a couple of hours away from Bobby’s place? In Topeka?” You asked them, trying to jog their memory. 

“Not really.” 

“Well, the two of you were a little busy with the seals so I went and checked it out and I wrapped it up pretty fast. But when I went back to my motel room after burning the bones, she was there.” 

You remember it like it was yesterday. You were exhausted from digging up the grave, used to having one of the boys helping you, or even better, they were doing it while you held the flashlight. But they stayed behind at Bobby's. So you were left to do it yourself. You were tired and covered in dirt, and all you wanted to do was shower and fall face-first into the rickety motel bed and sleep for twenty hours. 

But when you opened the door, you saw the irritating smirk stretched on Ruby’s lips as she sat at the table near the kitchenette in the room you were staying in. 

“She was being annoying as per usual and I was trying to get her out of my room, but then of course she had to provoke me and we started to argue, then the next thing I knew, I had her pinned against the wall and kissing her. And you can probably guess the rest.” You scratched the back of your neck sheepishly as you looked down at your almost empty glass, avoiding the burning stares of the Winchesters. 

You decided to down the rest of the liquid in your cup before placing it on the table. You looked at Dean to see a faraway look in his eyes, and you squinted at him before realizing what he was doing. 

“Hey!” You clapped your hands to try and snap him out of his daydream. “Stop imagining it dude, that’s gross, not to mention really weird.” 

You shook your head and glanced at Sam to see the same look on his face. Then, you scowled at him, snapping your fingers in front of his face as well. 

“Are you kidding me Sam?” 

Sam blinked and shook his head, having the decency to look apologetic. “Sorry, it’s just…” He trailed off. 

“It’s hot. You know, that you and Ruby fu-” 

“Finish that sentence Dean and I swear that I’ll make sure that you’ll have a black eye in the morning.” You cut him off as you glared at the man sitting across from you. 

Dean raised his hands in defense. “I was just saying. Besides Sammy here was thinking about the same thing, probably even more considering he slept with her too.” 

“Shut up Dean.” Sam shot a scowl at his brother. 

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t tell me you actually were though.” 

Sam’s silence spoke volumes, and you just shook your head at him. 

“So, are we done with this interrogation or can we continue on with this stupid game.” 

“One more question.” 

You groaned at Dean’s words. “What is it?”

“Did she ever tell you who was better in bed, You or Sam?”

“Really Dean?” Sam sighed tiredly (but secretly, he wanted to know).

You couldn’t help the smirk on your face at the question before you shook your head and got rid of it. “Not gonna answer that one.” 

Dean grumbled before finally moving on from the subject. The three of you stayed up pretty late before you retired for the night. You were about to get into bed after getting ready to sleep, but there was a soft knock on your door. You padded over to it and opened it to see Sam in the entryway. 

“What’s up Sam?” You asked softly, wondering why he was at your door this late. 

He looked a little nervous as he ran a hand through his hair. “Did she actually tell you?” 

You furrowed your brows. “Who?” 

“Ruby.” He murmured. 

Oh. Oh. You sent him a playful smile. “Why? Did you want to compare notes?” You teased, and you could see the slight blush grow on Sam’s face. 

Sam started to stammer, and you couldn’t help but laugh gently at him. You reached out and rested a hand on his arm to stop him from stuttering out a useless excuse. 

“She never told me who was 'better'. Ruby never stayed long after we would sleep together.” You told him with a slight smile on your face. 

He nodded in understanding, his shoulders relaxing at your answer. You squeezed his arm before telling him ‘goodnight,’ and he did the same before walking down the hall towards his room. You closed your door and smiled to yourself. 

What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. 

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101 ways to comfort your luke.

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stubborn

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[driftingvoid-155]

Quick overview of Dead Like Me au!

Figured I’ve made a few posts in it now so should just give a quick summary of what I have so far:

Mike (scooped/ a zombie) and Jeremy (vampire) meet when they both start working the night shift at Freddy’s (fnaf 1 era). Jeremy immediately realizes something is off about Mike and upon realizing he’s dead, freaks out as he’s never met a zombie before and in turn, Mike freaks out bc he’s never met a vampire. They both bond over being dead and supernatural creatures as neither, outside of experiences with ghosts, have met any other beings like them and they quickly become friends from there to the point that Mike, who’s been living out of his car, eventually moves in with Jeremy.

So, with them both being sort of new to the supernatural even though they are supernatural themselves (they're like 90% sure they're going this 'hiding in the shadows' thing wrong), they go about trying to find out what became of Mike’s dad as that’s been Mike’s mission ever since he got scooped and now Jeremy is along for the ride. They eventually attract the attention of Sammy who is a hunter sent by his father (who basically made it his and his sons mission to dispose of all things supernatural) to figure out what’s going on as there’s been rumors of the walking dead around town. Sammy however, though unknown to his father bc Sammy is afraid to tell him, is a werewolf and eventually runs into Jeremy and Mike and though he is a bit prickly at first (ie tries to stab Mike bc he thought he was the vampire) they become friends (Mike and Sammy actually know each other from when they were kids) and from there, Sammy begins a more serious search into what happened to his sister now that his view on the superntual has shifted and he realizes its not all automatically ‘bad.’ (Something he’s really been struggling with ever since he was turned but that Mike and Jeremy help him work through).

They also at some point come across ghost Phone Guy who died the first week Jeremy and Mike were hired (basically the reason they were as the position opened up) but it took him a while to actually form into a ghost and once he does, he possesses the phone in the office that they then have to carry around with them if he wants to actually leave the building.

Charlie eventually joins their crew too as she is more aware than the other ghosts are but has spent these last few years watching over the MCI ghosts. However, upon reuniting with her brother, she joins him and his friends in order to try and bring down William. She also promises to Mike to helps him look for Liz and talk to her once they do find her.

That’s all I sorta got for right now. I’m working on writing a fic but I feel like my time has been nonexistence lately so it’s going sorta slow. Do feel free to send asks though :) I love thinking & talking about this AU

[waveridden]

“Welcome to the Imperial Senate,” False says, with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Saying what you mean can get you killed.”

Two senators, a bodyguard, four days, and a plan to cause some trouble. False/Ren/Xisuma, Star Wars AU, 12.7k.

[sysig]

Greetings, human! ♥ (Patreon)

[screambirdscreaming]

Not a coherent thesis here yet but I've been thinking lately about the dynamic of.... people who loved you unconditionally as a kid (or on the condition of being family, which is another weird dynamic) - but as you got older that became strained because you grew into someone they didn't expect and they realized that they did have conditions, actually.

I mean. There are people who had conditions all along, but just didn't mention them until you didn't meet them. And there's people who spent the whole time actively trying to mold you into someone who would meet their conditions.

But there's also people who truly didn't realize that you could grow up into someone that surprised them, that pushed their concepts of normal reasonable people. I think often because they themselves were constrained in their childhoods and mentally closed off whole worlds of options of ways people could be, without realizing it. So they thought kids just sort of naturally grew out of those sorts of quirks and eccentricities. Without realizing how much that dynamic was driven by active suppression, and how weird people could get if you just let them.

There's one such person in my life who has truly tried to grow and learn as this has come up, over and over again. And I really love and respect her for it, even if sometimes its a little exhausting to have to keep pushing at it. Keep explaining, and expanding, and not being hurt by her baseline of confusion that I'm still just.... not someone she knows how to expect. Even after all this time. But she does love me unconditionally. And for her that's the baseline, and she's willing to put in the work to expand her understanding of the world to know what it means to love me for who I am, even if it doesn't always come easily to her.

And then there's other people who run into this same tension and don't know what to do with it. They don't realize that loving you for who you are means putting in work to expand their concept of ways people can be. They don't try to overtly push you into not being like that but they keep holding out the expectation that you will, because how are they supposed to love you being like that? And of course as a kid, a teen, a young adult, you don't really have words for it either. You can feel the tension, the dissonance between the way they openly offer love to you that doesn't seem to fit, and the way they react to with confusion or distaste to parts of you that you can't change, or don't want to. Sometimes to things in yourself you can't even identify. So sometimes you make an effort to hide those things and act like they want. And sometimes you buckle down on being yourself. But neither approach really seems to fill the gap. You can't recieve affection and have it fit at the same time.

And eventually it just feels like you've sort of failed each other. By the time you have the words and self awareness to know what went wrong and where, it's too late to draw the chasm closed.

It's not too late to bridge it. But if we make this effort as adults, with the conditionality of adult relationships, you'll have to see me as I am and accept that - or be a stranger.

It's weird, to be like strangers with people who've known you your whole life.

[moe-broey]

Borrowing

[wraithsoutlaws]

you know i had a fun little vp idea i wanted to do for the cyberpunk anniversary but i haven't had the energy to even touch it recently so i'll just settle with saying that this game impacted me in ways i never thought it would when i first picked it up 3 years ago. i knew i would enjoy it, i had been looking forward to it for a long time, and despite a ~controversial~ launch, i had a fucking blast from day 1 (on ps4 no less). regardless of bugs and memes and public dunking, the story grabbed me like nothing else could at the time, and it reignited so much of my passion and motivation for art that i had lost in the clutches of mental illness and i'll always be grateful for that. it introduced me to so many wonderful people (some whom i carry very close to my heart), and maybe most personally surprising, it gave me an outlet to understand parts of myself that i had been too afraid to acknowledge for a long time, the courage to accept and embrace myself as non-binary, and allow myself to just BE without trying to convince myself i'm crazy. that's not what i expected from the get-go but it's been a really fun journey to be on ngl

[dreamsy990]

would u wanna see a kinda shitty ghost roxas au comic i drew a while ago with no intention of sharing. bc i have it

[chiropteracupola]

a little pain now, to save a great deal more pain later

[flintlock fortress is a collaboration with @dxppercxdxver]

[trans-yllz]

I can't stand an "I'm just a little baby :(" motherfucker. no you're not you're a 27 year old man

[st4rstudent]

the inherent whatever of a finger prick