#this shit is soft y’all

[farfromstrange]

I just randomly wrote the next chapter for Foreigner’s God and I got a bit carried away, so now it’s basically just fluff and smut and the perfect Valentine’s Day vibe. Unfortunately, I haven’t gotten around to Frank’s storyline yet because I got REALLY carried away and I was wondering if you want it today as a little Valentine’s Day gift? It’s cute as fuck y’all. It’s sugarcoated enough. You’ll get diabetes.

Three tropes: declaration of love, soft sex and pillow fight.

Also, I passed the exam that had me depressed last week. The grade isn’t good but I fucking passed the first one and that’s better than what happened last semester. If the next one goes the same I’m safe in that class.

Hallelujah. That’s gonna be me this weekend ^

[emo-batboy]

A Wild Battinson (Social Media AU)

Part 10 (Masterlist)

(Part 11)

@bruciemilf THERE’S MORE BESTIE

[moodyvoid]

Imagine you and Hawks start a tradition where every year you paint birdhouses together to put outside your house 🥺💕

[cracked-rose-lenses]

Mahito x Male! Florist! Reader Headcanons

a/n: first post, woohoo!! 🎉 sorry if these are chaotic asf

you two met in your cozy little shop, tucked between a bookstore and a cafe

when Mahito first saw you arranging bouquets and watering hanging plants, he was shooketh

not just because you’re so handsome, but because…what was this feeling? was he going to throw up? why didn’t he want to devour this human on sight?

curses don’t reproduce with each other, so i doubt they have any concept of attraction because they don’t really have a need for it?

after that first “encounter” Mahito obviously tells bestie wingman Geto about his confusing feelings

Geto laughs and explains to him what love is, platonic v.s romantic, all that jazz

Mahito barely gets it-

and so our baby boy develops his first crush at age several thousand years: you!

He def visits your shop every day, open or not and just deadass stares at you 😭 like close your mouth dude, your acid drool is melting the cacti 

but little did he know, you could see him!

of course, you were creeped out at first, especially with his appearance, but one day, you simply ask him if you can help him

this man basically jumps to heaven and back cuz WHAT THE FUCK HE CAN SEE ME OH SHIT

overall, you two meeting sparks Mahito’s high-schooler-scared-to-talk-to-their-crush side, but honestly? He likes the feeling of a new emotion

OKAY NOW LET’S GET TO Y’ALL’S DATING LIFE

👏clingy👏as👏fuck

will have you in a death grip (almost literally oop) when cuddling, and if you somehow manage to wriggle out to go to the bathroom, be prepared for this man jumpscaring you with an adorable pout and whiny complaining

speaking of cuddles 👀

i feel like he’d try to be the big spoon, but then one day he just falls into your arms after a bad time and just becomes little spoon ever since

neck worship. not just hickies, he just nuzzles into it, kisses it, just rests there, you name it!

(he likes it because he can feel your pulse and it comforts him knowing you’re alive and well aww bby)

will only let you so much as graze his hair if you PROMISE not to mess it up!

oop nearly forgot:

you make bouquets especially for him and tell him the meanings of each flower <3

he tears up

(get your men flowers y’all, boys want flowers too)

MATCHING FLOWER CROWNS I’M SCREAMING

he tries to help out around the shop but accidentally kills some plants with his energy and gets so freaking sad

you legit have to hug him and pat his head like a little boy while he thinks he ruined your career :((

overall, 11/10 recommend, get yourself a Mahito at your local *insert store name* today!

please reblog if you enjoyed, love <3

[dpstories]

bryonycloud’s instagram story 19/04/2023

[nympippi]

Vance loves listening to Finn’s space rants 💕🪐 🚀

[estrellami-1]

Soft Touch Baby

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Eddie’s POV | Song | ao3

(Ok so this one is like, twice the size of the others, so be warned 😂 but we’re finished! That is… if there’s nothing else y’all want to see. Let me know!)

Eddie is fucking insatiable. Ever since that night, he’s been all over Steve.

Steve fucking loves it.

He loves how Eddie’s first reflex is to grab his hand when they get in the car. He loves Eddie’s fingers drumming over Steve’s thigh to the beat of the song as he drives. He loves the kisses to his hands, his knuckles, his cheeks and temples and nose.

He even loves the bites.

They’re sitting on the couch the first time it happens. Steve’s all but sitting in Eddie’s lap as they watch a movie. He knows Eddie’s watching him more than the movie. He’s maybe more okay with it than he should be.

Suddenly Eddie turns, leans down, and gently bites Steve’s shoulder. Steve jumps, already laughing as he turns to ask, “The hell was that?”

Eddie just shrugs. Doesn’t look even vaguely repentant. “You’re very biteable.”

Steve blinks. “Biteable.”

“Yeah.”

Steve blinks again, then starts laughing, leaning in to rest his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “You’re so fucking weird.” It sounds like I love you.

Eddie just grins. “Says the one dating the freak.” It sounds like I love you too.

After that, Eddie bites him all the time. Never hard, never enough to leave a mark (at least, not where it would be visible), but all the time.

A small chomp on his cheek when he passes by, just because he can. A nip at Steve’s finger when he’s teasing, poking at Eddie’s face or hair. His earlobe when he comes up behind Steve as he’s cooking or doing the dishes, threading his hands around Steve’s waist. A scrape of teeth on the tip of Steve’s nose, just to make him smile.

Steve loves it. Loves him. Loves how insufferable they’ve become to their friends (and, admittedly, they do play it up a bit, but the kids deserve it).

They tell Wayne, who of course clocked it before they did. He’s nothing but supportive, especially after he hears how them sleeping together (“Just sleeping, I swear.” “Well…” “Eds, you’re not helping right now.”) helps with the nightmares.

Robin is nothing but supportive, of course, “As long as I’m still your best friend.”

“Of course you are, Robs,” Steve says.

Eddie grins. “I know I can’t fight for that position. It’s all yours, Birdie.”

Surprisingly enough, what Steve might love most are the nicknames. Eddie has nicknames for everyone, of course, but Steve gets a little thrill from hearing his.

There’s Stevie, of course. Basically a classic at this point. There’s honey, babe, baby. But the one he really likes, the one Eddie knows is his favorite, is sunshine.

It gets to the point Eddie calls him Steve one day, and they both freeze because of how wrong it feels. “Stevie,” he corrects. “Baby. Sunshine.”

“Shut up,” Steve grouses, but he’s smiling, wide and unrepentant.

Stevie is an everyday type of nickname, one that Steve answers to more than his actual name at this point. Honey is sweet, and it always gives Steve a little thrill because it sounds like the type of pet name an old married couple would use. Babe is more sarcastic, more teasing, but still loving. Baby is more serious; whispered into shoulders when one of them wakes with a start, or into hair when one of them starts to doze off on the couch.

Sunshine is special, and Steve can’t quite clock what about it is so different, but it is. It sets his heart to fluttering, and he can’t help the shy grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. His fingers twitch in Eddie’s direction every time, and damn that man, he knows what he does to Steve.

Steve fucking loves it.

There are nights they try to spend apart, because they’re at least self-aware enough to know they probably shouldn’t be so codependent. At least not yet. So they try, and sometimes it works, but never for more than a few nights. It just feels wrong, without the other there, they don’t sleep as well, and as soon as Eddie’s wrapping his arms around Steve in one of their beds after some such period, he’s sighing into the back of Steve’s neck, squeezing slightly before relaxing and humming, “Hey, Sunshine.”

Steve’s fingers dig into the back of Eddie’s hands. “Hi.” He wiggles back until they’re pressed together as tight as they can be. Knows Eddie wants it, but will never take the initiative. “Missed you.”

A laugh ghosts over the back of his neck, followed by a kiss. “Missed you too.”

The day after one such period, Wayne calls Steve and Eddie for a meeting. “I’m not one to beat around the bush, so I’m just gonna say it. And you know I’m not the best with emotion, so don’t toy with me, boy,” he threatens, pointing a finger at Eddie, who nods. “Good. You two are it for each other. I dunno if what I can’t ask about means soulmates are real or some shit, but even if not, you two are the real deal. Now, you’ll always be my boy, Eddie. But you’re growing up. Hell, you’re grown. I think it’s time you two had a serious sit-down and figured out what the hell you want from each other.”

Because Eddie’s smart, his brows furrow. “Are- are you kicking me out?”

Wayne sees Steve stiffen slightly, sees him reach over for Eddie’s hand. Sees Eddie let him. “Hell no, boy, you’ve gotta home here for as long as you want it, and I’d even invite your boy to move in if we had the room. But we don’t. Hence the conversation that you need to have.”

Steve turns to Eddie. “Remind me to never introduce him and Robin.”

“Oh God,” Eddie says, and laughs.

They talk—a lot—and come to the same conclusion Wayne had. Eddie moves in properly a few days later, walks in with the key he’d accidentally pocketed the night it all changed. They convert a bedroom into a music room for Eddie, all hard surfaces to write on and soft rugs and bean-bag chairs to collapse on.

Eddie attempts dinner that night and almost kills Steve. “Lies. Lies and slander.”

Steve’s still giggling, even as he’s leaning in for a kiss. “Death by laugher is still death, babe.”

“It’s not funny!”

“It really, really is.”

“It was supposed to be spaghetti!”

“Oh my god,” Steve says, and bursts into laughter again. “We’re ordering pizza tonight. Tomorrow we’ll cook together.”

Eddie sheepishly pulls their Important Phone Numbers Book out, flips to the name of their typical pizzeria. Hands Steve the phone, already ringing, as he turns to wash the dishes.

He pauses, hands sudsy, Steve behind him on the phone trying to fix whatever the fuck he did, light and happy and laughter-filled, and he just has to pause, has to turn around and stare at Steve until he hangs up. “What?”

He wants to say I know you. Wants to say I know how to help when you get a migraine, have a nightmare, have a bad day. I know you. And you know me, know how I think, why I act the way I do, and this is the most vulnerable I’ve ever been with anyone and it should scare me but doesn’t.

Instead he says, “Nothing,” shrugs, then smiles, and he’s sure all his love is pouring from his eyes. Sure Steve can read everything he didn’t say. “Just love you, is all. And I still can’t really believe this is real.”

Steve smiles, moves to press their foreheads together, moves to steal a quick kiss. “I love you too. And this is real. I swear.” It’s a big thing, Eddie hears. But it’s just us.

And with the unsaid echoing between them, Eddie turns back to the sink.

Eddie’s POV

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[henreyettah]

Moment of silence for the people starting gtn (after reading my comic) because I accidentally tricked them into thinking Gideon and Harrow have healthy communication skills and Domestic Intimacy when they do, in fact, have neither

[j00stkl31n]

I gotta know if any of y’all are fellow animated and horror movie fans like me or if this fanbase has just a wide ass array of vibes from everyone X3

[solarwynd]

pjms the only solo stans that ever give the other members attention and be so public about it. other solos would never give jimin the time of day or even compliment him in any capacity. you all will always be soft and that's why we aren't ever taken seriously 💀

I’ve made it abundantly clear that I don’t hate any of the members. Just like I’ve stated that I still like hobi multiple times before. I can have my specific feelings towards them as people while still being objective about the music they drop cause it’s music. Me listening to it isn’t doing them a “favor” and I’m not trying to be nice. I’m doing it cause I’m interested in listening and it’s not a crime to do so.

I’m not about to act like I hate it in public then go secretly listen and like it in private. That’s real loser type behavior and exactly what these other solos do concerning Jimin plus people they claim they don’t like in general. Keeping up that overzealous hateful front aspect of stanning is not me and never will be.

[cyncerity]

:0 part two to the karlnapity sizeshifter reveal fic? it was so good i'd love to see fluff or noms with them if you wanted too :D

This was literally like 5th thing in my inbox, and was asked the same day i posted the first part to this au, which means it’s been in there for well over a year.

Anyway i haven’t stopped thinking about it. It’s always just kinda been in the back of my mind, so i hope this anon is still around to see it actually get answered shsklssjshw

So, without further ado, here are some karlnapity soft noms 💖

tw: vore

“Sapnap, i’m fuckin tired. And hungry. Get me food.” Quackity said, burying his face further into Sapnap’s chest where he was laying and weakly slapping the “ground” below him to make a point. Karl weakly nodded in agreement from his place laying beside him. Sapnap sighed. “I would love to if you two would get up for 2 seconds and let me grab something from the fridge.” He responded, barely looking up from a comic book he’d taken earlier that day.

Ever since Sapnap had told his fiancés he was a shifter, it had opened up a whole new world for them, and the three of them loved it. Quackity and Karl could boss Sapnap around a bit and make him gather things cause it’s be “easier for him” and he has an “advantage cause he could blend in with the humans.” Which, to be fair, was true, but Sapnap had a feeling that his boyfriends were just lazy. Not that he minded, he preferred the teasing over them being scared of him (like he had expected) by a long shot. It made him happy to know that even if he didn’t feel 100% ok at his human size yet, they trusted him fully, even if he looked like something they were all taught to fear. They’d also taken to hanging out in the employee break room after the store closed. Even if they loved the traditional hole in the wall home they’d built together, the break room had a microwave, fridge, beanbag chairs, and other cool human things that it had taken the trio way too long to figure out how to use (especially the microwave).

Which led to where they were now; Sapnap at human size reclined on a beanbag with his two tiny fiancés laying half asleep on his chest at what had to be around 2 in the morning. And as much as he loved them and was internally awwing and screaming at how cute they looked and how much they trusted him (they were his boyfriends, all right? he was allowed to fawn and simp over them as much as he wanted), he was actually pretty hungry and also tired and was getting sick of their refusal to move and let him get them food so they could fucking sleep. He loved them but god could they be impossible.

“Just shift a bit more and reach the fridge, it can’t be that hard.” Quackity said, face still shoved down in the fabric of Sapnap’s hoodie. Karl once again just nodded in agreement, though Sapnap didn’t think Karl was actually processing anything. Sapnap groaned. “I fucking hate shifting that big. I don’t wanna.” “Oh so you’re gonna let your fiancés starve huh? Rude.” “Fine, ok, i’m not playing this game, but you owe me, alright?” “Yup, whatever you want.”

Sapnap smirked at that last bit. Since Sapnap had found out about some…other abilities, he and his fiancés had been testing those a bit more often. One in particular they’d only tested out a few times, but for Sapnap, the few times he’d done it had been absolute bliss, and now he had an excuse to do it again.

But he had to get to the fucking fridge first. Sapnap groaned obnoxiously just to show Quackity how annoyed he was (he assumed Karl had fallen asleep at this point, given that he had gone practically still and his breathing had evened after the last time he nodded) and began to turn around on the beanbag. He had been facing the fridge, so he had to shift so he could reach the other end of the room, and he had a grow a good bit in order for his arm to be able to grab the door. Without any more hesitation, he began to shift bigger.

He held back a grunt of pain. He didn’t shift bigger than human size often cause it took more energy than was worth it most of the time, and now that he was tired it was especially achy. He didn’t want Quackity to feel bad for suggesting it, though, and the thought of what Sapnap would get to do after kept him going. He moved agonizingly slowly and carefully to not disturb the two on his chest (and especially to not wake Karl), but eventually he managed to reach over to open the fridge and grabbed the first thing his hand touched, quickly closing it and shifting back, pulling the thing he grabbed back with him.

He laid a hand over his fiancés to steady them as he looked over the food in his hand. Huh. One of those meat and cheese snack packs. Could definitely be worse.

Quackity pushed one of Sapnap’s fingers away gently and looked up expectantly, tapping Karl to wake him. Karl hummed a bit but made no move to lift his head. Sapnap chuckled and removed the packaging from the snack and handed 2 little blocks of what he assumed were cheddar cheese and pepperoni to his boyfriends and watched Quackity eat both of his almost immediately and Karl take a few bites out of each before falling asleep again soon after. Quackity ate his fair share before looking up at Sapnap again, confusion clear on his face.

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” Sapnap just smirked. “Nah, I was hungry for something else tonight.” He grinned wider as he gently swiped a thumb across Quackity’s cheek, watching his boyfriends eyes widen face darken in color, freezing in place for a minute before he sighed, trying to hide a smile. “C’mon, Sap, really?” “Yeah, really, you owe me, remember?” “For fucks sake, do I have t- hey!!” Quackity was cut off by Sapnap reaching to his head and plucking the bandana he always wore off, taking joy in messing up his fiancés hair, and lightly tossing it into his mouth, swallowing shortly after. “You want that back, right?” Sapnap said slyly, a lighter blush forming across his cheeks.

“…fuck you.” Quackity responded, face deadpan but still the same shade of red, showing Sapnap that he wasn’t really as opposed to this as he’d like to seem. Quackity began to climb higher on Sapnap’s shirt before Sap just brought a hand under him and lifted him up to his face. “You ready?” “Again, fuck you.” “Q, be honest with me here, im not gonna do this without your permission.” Sapnap responded, a note of concern in his voice. Fuck, this was why Q fell for him. As much as Sanap was brash and kinda stupid, he was the most genuine and kind boyfriend a borrower could ever want. Even if he was a bit weird. So, he sighed and smiled, rolling his eyes before making eye contact with the giant in front of him. “Just get on with it already, you’re hungry, aren’t you? I’m good.”

Sapnap smiled at the fond look his fiancé gave him and began to lift him higher. He slowly brought his hand closer to his mouth and used his tongue to pull his tiny boyfriend in, gently shutting his teeth behind him with a soft click. After he felt Quackity get settled, he started to lick him, slicking him up for the journey down. He heard Quackity yell in disgust, but he simply stifled a laugh and kept going.

He tilted his head back gently, letting gravity pull Quackity farther back into the throat. He felt a few gentle pats on his tongue and took this as his que, starting to take small swallows to bring his fiancé down. He gently pressed a hand to his throat and felt the bulge that his lover made as he descended farther down past his collarbone and deep into his core, shifting and moving slightly the rest of the way down only because Sapnap had admitted to him once that it felt nice.

He soon felt a weight drop into his stomach, the organ giving a loud gurgle in response, making Quackity laugh from within. Sapnap flustered a bit and pressed down where he could feel his boyfriend for a few seconds to mess with him before releasing the pressure and starting to massage the area. “You alright in there, duckling?” “Santo mierda,” Quacktiy sighed as Sapnap felt him get more comfortable, “I forgot how tight it was on the way down. There is, like, no tension left in me at all, it’s like the worlds most constricting massage.” “So…you’re good?” Quackity chuckled a bit in response before patting on the stomach wall next to him. “Yeah, i’m good. And i got my bandana back, so, again, fuck you.”

Sapnap laughed as he continued to rub circles over where he felt his little fiancé, trying his best to ignore the consistent gurgles his stomach would make and the fact that Quackity seemed to find it hilarious, though he was trying to hide his laughter. Whatever, Sapnap knew he hadn’t eaten real food, he’d just ignore the noises for now. Unfortunately, someone else was having a harder time ignoring it.

“…Sapnap?” Karl said, rubbing bleary eyes as he sat up from his position on the shifter’s chest, causing Sapnap to panic almost immediately. “Oh my god, Karl, i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you up.” “You didn’t, your stomach did.” Karl laughed, yawning and stretching his arms. “Did you forget to eat?” “Hmmm, not quite,” Sapnap smirked, laying a finger on Karl’s head and lightly messing with some of his hair, which the smaller man made no complaints against, “but isn’t someone missing?” At this, Karl looked up at Sapnap past his finger and then around the area where Quackity had been with him. He looked confused for only a moment before he registered what Sapnap had meant. “You two are weird.” Karl scoffed, pressing himself more into the finger in a headbutt-like form of affection.

“You wanna be weird with us?” Sapnap asked, licking his lips so Karl could know exactly what he meant. But while Karl’s face turned a light pink at this, he merely shrugged. “Not tonight, too tired for all that. I just wanna sleep.” Karl said, shifting himself to slide further down Sapnap’s torso. The shifter was confused for a moment until Karl reached the bottom of his shirt and tried valiantly to lift it higher, and Sapnap turned red, realizing what his boyfriend was trying to do. He reached down and pulled his shirt up higher since Karl was having trouble moving it by himself, and Karl wasted no time climbing back up until he was right above Quackity. Karl pressed against the top of the stomach from the outside and Sapnap saw his eyes light up as Quackity pressed back.

“Hi lovely!” Karl shouted, face practically pressed into Sapnap’s belly, which definitely didn’t fluster the shifter at all. “Karlos!!” He heard Quackity call back, shouting loud enough that Karl could barely hear him through the layers of muscle and skin between them. “Sorry we woke you up, mi amor.” “That’s alright, i’m gonna go back to bed, i just didn’t want you to fall asleep without knowing how much i loooove yooou.” Karl responded in a sleepy, drawn out syrupy voice, which made Quackity laugh loud enough for Sapnap to feel the vibrations. “I love you too, Karl, goodnight darling. Just one question, though: how flustered is Sapnap right now?” Karl looked up and, though Sapnap did his best to avoid eye contact, he couldn’t easily hide the bright red that shone through his cheeks. “I’m not, fuck off.” Sapnap retorted, looking back at Karl to see a cheeky grin on his face. He pressed his face back into Sapnap’s torso, the pride clear in his voice as he responded “Oh, very.”

“Ok, enough, this is bullying, this is harassment.” Sapnap said, picking up Karl with one hand and laying his free hand over his stomach, effectively blocking out Karl and Quackity’s communication. Nevertheless, now both boys were just trying to get Sapnap flustered, with Karl making kissy noises in his direction and Quackity rattling off some of the worst pick up lines Sapnap had ever heard.

He just laughed, blushing and sputtering excuses while the two he cared more about than anything in the world laughed with him. God, what did he do to deserve them? They were his world, his everything. He loved them. He loved them more than he could ever love anything.

Their laughter died down, fatigue finally catching up with them after what could only have been the past few minutes. Sapnap set Karl back down on his chest, where the smaller man immediately slid back down and rested himself above the hand Sapnap still had laid over Quackity. Karl was out like a light almost immediately after he was settled, and Quackity joined him shortly after. Sapnap stayed awake a bit longer, just looking down at them. He could feel Quackity’s calm, even breaths from within him, and Karl had a slight smile on his face, a light pink still brushing his cheeks. He felt like every time he looked at them, he fell in love all over again. How he got lucky enough to end up with the most caring, understanding partners in the world was beyond him, but it meant more to him when he saw them like this. Quackity trusting him enough to sleep literally within him, where he was fully at Sapnap’s will. And Karl not flinching away from him for a moment, even choosing to rest on his hand, trusting Sapnap not to grab him or hurt him. His heart swelled the more he thought about it. They trusted him. And, as he fell asleep, he promised himself that he’d make sure they always had a reason to.

[bobtheacorn]

Leo mutters, "Ugh! Usagi!" Like Usagi is tormenting him.

"What?" Usagi laughs innocently.

"Close your eyes!"

"Are you serious right now?"

"So one million percent super-cereal right now!"

"Fine," Usagi says again, closing his eyes. What's the point in having a boyfriend if you're not going to indulge him? "Closed!"

--chapter 7; raincheck

[theamazingannie]

You're 23, it's high time you learn to think critically instead of swallowing whatever rubbish your white faves throw at you. Or at least learn how to fucking tag.

I don’t know how old YOU are, but I’m guessing 14. Otherwise, it’s high time YOU learn to think critically and realize that everyone has different tastes than you. Also, it’s time to learn how to do things that bring you joy instead of coming into some stranger’s inbox (anonymously, because you’re apparently too much of a coward to share what artists YOU listen to) and insulting them.

I could go on about Taylor’s stats and the amount of beloved artists who have praised her and her songwriting. I could go on about the artists that *I* don’t like who are super popular despite being actual rapists, pedophiles, and bigots. But instead, I think I’m going to go listen to her music and have a grand time because I genuinely like it and don’t need to justify my taste to ANYONE. If you don’t like her, and this goes for anyone reading this who follows me as well, then stop talking about her, stop interacting on posts about her, and stop going after her fans because the more you talk about her, the more you’ll see her and the bigger she will be. Spend your time on the artists that you DO like and maybe they’ll be able to finally compete with Taylor. And maybe you won’t be so angry all the time over some “mediocre” white pop star.

[unnerving-presence]

I wanna be a virologist so bad so I could get closer to Wesker 😞

(This idea popped up in my head so suddenly lmao)

i think he’d be the type to try and teach you more especially if you were new 👀 i love the thought of a new umbrella employee s/o and wesker begrudgingly being their ‘mentor’ of sorts and they end up getting a lil crush on him

birkin takes notice but doesn’t say anything until he notices wesker giving them more attention and kind words than usual 🤨

[cybersoldier82]

Ok dsmp/mcyt voreblr riddle me this:

WHY AINT THERE SHIT FOR PRED MUMZA???

Or just anything for her in general like I’m over here scrolling for hours and nothing, you’d think there’d be smth but nah there ain’t shit. I wanna read smth with her as a pred but there ain’t shit and I don’t know enough abt her or the smp as a whole to write smth myself this is pain :(

[mypimpademia]

you was just talking ab acknowledging that they're perpetuating stereotypes but imma be a hater and take it a step further so if y'all tryna have beef with anyone have it with me and go punch some drywall when i once again retaliate

those stories are LAME. as fuck. not only does it show your lack of creativity and originality (because very often the people who write it write it exclusively) but it shows you're a cheap writer who doesn't care about the source material. yeah i get it, headcanons and all, but you know the thing about headcanons? they're supposed to be adjacent to canon but created in your head. y'all im sorry but eren's a damn loser. he ain't gang banging nobody 💀 there is a point where a headcanon turns into just plain old out-of-character shit, and that is what makes ts so hard to enjoy. that's not the character you were intending to write and have people read about. that's an oc.

and this is a point others have made but i'll reiterate it for fun: it's not just the activities within the fic either. it's how you present the character themselves. the way they speak, the way they look, the way they act. y'all be serious. kirishima isn't being a cool little guy trying to become a great hero and turning around saying "aw whats the matter ma cheer up". the only nigga in mha i'd believe might actually speak like that is sero. remember him?

anyway, the fics where the characters are actually themselves are better in possibly every way. they're cuter, more versatile, more enjoyable to read in general because we can actually see ourselves interacting with the character and not italian mafia boss #2. who wouldn't enjoy watching izuku stumble because he's captivated by you in the sun and he reverts back to his stuttering ways of season one.

write something positive about black people, especially black women, for once. i implore you.

and yes i'm a minor, but i will still read you and push you around like i'm ya mama.

Heavy on that last part‼️ there’s no reason for ppl to portray black ppl in stereotypical ways esp when it’s unnecessary, and ESP if you are also a black person. And if you do, you just need to be aware at the very least🤷🏾‍♀️ Dashi don’t do nun but spit facts tbh🗣️‼️