#this week has been a lot and this is just. so I’m unreasonably angry with this policy like what are we doing

[academiaipromise]

social media by and large really, really still doesn’t know how to handle accounts after someone dies…

[ashs-random-writing]

Mushroom Circles

Chapter Nine

Ao3

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When an accidental blood sacrifice leaves him in a strange new world, Roman has to hide

Logan would like to know what has been eating all the fruit

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Roman glared at Janus, who was now having a laughing fit. Ugh, he felt sick after that little levitation stunt. The fact that Janus was only laughing, and showing absolutely no remorse for their actions just made Roman feel…

For lack of a better term, blegh.

He felt blegh.

It was like every negative emotion was stacked on top of each other in one horrific sandwich. He was angry, he was scared, he was upset, he was jealous that the faeries had every advantage over him, and he was so, so tired of dealing with all of this.

Was it too much to ask that he be able to go home? Was it too much of an unreasonable request that he get put in a situation where someone, anyone even, would understand him? Just someone who he could talk to?

He pushed his head into his hands and leant backwards. He was sick of this, he was so, so sick of this.

The faeries were discussing something above him. He hated how loud their voices were. He hated that he had virtually no context to help him figure out any words- he hated that he even had to.

He hated that he had to be saved from drowning in what was pretty much a puddle, he hated how much attention Logan and Patton put into making him less startled- it was embarrassing.

On the flip side, he hated how little attention Janus put into the same- it was dehumanising to be treated like a simple plaything by someone so much larger than him.

He hated how he couldn’t even say anything to them. His little outburst had been the first time he’d spoken in front of them (other than when he was drowning, but that was special circumstances), and all it did was make Janus laugh. They could understand him only as much as he could understand them- less, even.

He knew their greetings, he knew how they apologised. They didn’t know this stuff about him.

He just… he just wanted to go home. He wanted to put this whole mess out of his mind and go home. He missed his bed, he missed his house, he missed his brother. He missed a whole lot.

He looked up at the faeries. All three of them were too close to him. Patton was saying something to Janus, who actually looked somewhat apologetic, for the first time Roman had seen. Wow, never thought he’d see the day, he thought bitterly.

Where was this sympathy before the torment that they’d subjected Roman to? He watched them go back and forth in conversation for a small while, before Janus, looking as though they had a gun to their head, turned to look at him.

“I’m.. sorry,” they said, with a vaguely apologetic tone, though it was clear that their words were being forced to be spoken. It was the same words the other faeries used as an apology, so the meaning was quite clear to him.

Roman re-crossed his arms, and turned away from them. Their apology was certainly not accepted. Especially not since they clearly weren’t giving it of their own accord.

He heard the chatter start back up again. This time he had no clue what was being said, but he had simply stopped caring at this moment in time- he couldn’t bring himself to care about anything while he was still thinking about home.

He couldn’t bring himself to care, when he was still shaking from being levitated and brought across such a distance in an instant like he was one of the mere objects the faeries did the same to.

He couldn’t bring himself to care when he was in such a position.

How would he even figure out what was said, anyway? He couldn’t just magically understand languages. He sighed.

He felt a light touch on his arm, and unwillingly flinched. It was just Patton, but the physical touch was startling to say the least. God, it had been weeks since he had a human near him, he missed it-

Quickly snapping out of his thoughts, he looked up at the faerie, who was staring down at him with that pity-filled face. He looked away, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment.

He knew full well how pitiful he looked. Hell, he felt just as pitiful. Perhaps more so. Didn’t make it any less infuriating. Embarrassing. Annoying? He didn’t know.

He grumbled under his breath, and looked back up again.

He was sure that they certainly felt bad for him, but he was fairly certain that they didn’t entirely understand the length of his sorrows. How much he missed of home, how undeniably scared he felt in their mere presence, how much power they truly held over him (how much more they could if he ever gave his name).

He smiled, unsure of his exact emotions (he was still feeling blegh) but knowing it was always better to put on a confident mask than to show his weakness.

Patton’s hand was still close to him, twitching as though they wanted to grab him. He ignored that, taking a deep breath; Patton was always good at making sure he wasn’t grabbed without his consent.

That wouldn’t change (hopefully. He didn’t want to think about anything like that) but the way their hand was lingering there was making him nervous. He looked at it, and back at them a few times, feeling like he was trembling.

But he shouldn’t have been. He was just being scared for no reason at this point.

Their hand retracted with a small apology to him, and he nodded.

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Patton had not been very pleased with his cousin after they had pulled such a stunt with Tiny. To be quite honest, he wasn’t pleased after Janus had first met Tiny, either.

The problem seemed to him that it was Janus’s lack of understanding of Tiny’s point of view, and why they were as scared as they were. Not even Patton knew everything that was going on with them, though he could piece together bits and pieces from their reactions.

They were scared. They were scared of Patton, they were scared of Logan, and they were terrified of Janus (and after their first meeting, who could blame them?).

They were small. They were afraid. They were fragile. They didn’t seem to have magic. They didn’t understand anything Patton said to them.

Patton could barely resist the urge to scoop them up into his hands and hug away their negative emotions.

Over the past few days of them living with him, he’d made progress on that front, actually. He’d been allowed to hold them in his hands a few times (only if he was able to find a way to get their consent, of course. He really, really didn’t want his guest to be uncomfortable).

They were… light. Like he was carrying barely anything at all.

Apparently, that rang true for how easy it was to levitate them as well, based on Janus’s smug grin at the way they were now sat on Patton’s kitchen counter.

Patton stared for a few moments as Tiny clearly took in their surroundings. They looked slightly paler than usual, which Patton knew tended to be a bad thing. Before he could say anything, Tiny crossed their arms and in a tone that sounded half angry, half upset they said something.

Patton hadn’t heard them speak before, except for that first time he and Logan had found them. Unfortunately for them, their moment of bravery in finally speaking (though it wouldn’t have been understood either way) was undercut by Janus beginning to laugh.

Patton couldn’t help the way anger began to rise in him- Tiny was going through a lot, why didn’t Janus see that? Why didn’t Janus understand how much he was upsetting them?

“Janus, what are you doing? Why would you do this?” He asked, as Tiny was sitting with their head in their hands (luckily not crying this time- Patton didn’t think he could handle that heartbreak again)

Janus’s laughter calmed down

“Oh, come on, I barely did anything!”

Logan was staying silent right now, but Patton could almost sense the glare that he was giving to Janus. Patton took a deep breath

“Janus. Have you ever once stopped to consider this situation from Tiny’s perspective?” He asked, though he already knew the answer

Janus, like he often did, rolled his eyes, and crossed one set of arms, the others resting on his hips

“What’s there to consider? It’s being pampered, and fed, and you two dote on it all the time. It’s got a good life here,” he said, but Patton just shook his head

“We don’t even know where they came from, Janus. But we think it must be far away; can you imagine being in their position? Somewhere unfamiliar where you’re smaller than everyone, and you can’t understand anything people around you are saying, and they can’t understand you. Just think about how frightening that would be,”

Janus was beginning to look somewhat remorseful, but Patton pressed on

“Now imagine that while you’re just starting to be less scared, a new giant starts tormenting you every chance he gets. Does that sound good to you?” He asked, crossing his own arms in return, his wings flapping once in emphasis

“Alright, alright! I’m sorry or whatever,” he said

Patton nodded his head in Tiny’s direction

“I’m not the one who you should apologise to,”

“Seriously? It won’t-”

Patton cut him off

“They,” he said pointedly

Janus sighed “Okay, they won’t understand me,”

Patton just stared at him until he turned to look at Tiny, who was staring at all of them with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Janus said reluctantly.

They all watched for Tiny’s reaction. They crossed their arms and turned away from Janus, which wasn’t that shocking all things considered

Janus happened to have a bit of a grumble about it though.

Patton gently touched their arm with his fingertip, forcing himself not to marvel at the fact that his fingertip was the size of half their arm. He felt his heart breaking ever so slightly at the way they flinched

They stared at his hand for a few moments before looking up at him. Patton felt so bad for them, his hand lingered for a few moments before he noticed how nervous it was making them

“Sorry,” he apologised quietly, bringing his hand away

They nodded, and he took in the way they were smiling. He doubted it was a real smile

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@a-chilly-pepper @betamash @da3dm

[goldaegontargaryen]

Character Challenge for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

Prompt: Write a scene between your character and another character who is currently NOT in the RP, but it must be a scene involving an argument, fight, or any interaction broadly defined as conflict.

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“You forgot to get Helaena a name day present,” Aegon stated, doing his best to keep his voice even and calm.  

His father barely glanced over his shoulder at Aegon’s words.  All of his focus was centered on his model of Old Valyria.  Most days Aegon was fairly certain his father loved that model ten times more than he loved him.  “Helaena’s name day?  Isn’t that next week?”

“It’s today,” Aegon bit out, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice.  Earlier in the day, he’d gone through the gifts addressed to Helaena out of boredom.  He liked to see what random lords and ladies were attempting to curry favor with the royal family and, though he would never admit it, there was a secret dark part of him that got jealous when Helaena was sent extravagant gifts from boys who clearly wanted to court her.  Aegon didn’t want to marry her himself, but he still didn’t enjoy the idea of her marrying another man.  It left a bad taste in his mouth.  So he’d been investigating her gifts, but instead of becoming angry at what he had found, he instead became upset by what he hadn’t.  

Aegon had gone through the stack of gifts twice to make sure, but none of them bore their father’s name.  Every year, his father always gave them individual presents.  Aegon wasn’t naive, he knew the presents were almost certainly picked out by some appointed servant, but it seemed his father had even foregone the effort of delegating that task to someone this year.  

His father finally turned to him, his shoulders slumped forward and face pale.  His health had been suffering recently and perhaps that fact deserved sympathy, but Aegon couldn’t find it within himself to dredge up any for him.  “Oh yes.  I’ll have a gift sent to her tomorrow.”  

Aegon quickly shook his head.  “It has to be today.  She can’t know that you forgot.”  

“She’s almost a woman grown.  I’m sure she won’t miss a single present from me,” his father replied, a slight smile on his face as if Aegon was being unreasonable.  

“Helaena’s only having her family celebrate with her this year.  She’ll notice if there’s one less gift.”  Even Aegon, who had a tendency to throw extravagant parties with dozens of people, would have noticed the gift’s absence among the countless other ones.  Though he wished it didn’t affect him, his chest still warmed every time he unwrapped a gift his father had supposedly picked out  just for him.  It made Aegon feel like he might be important to him, even if it was just for a moment on a single day of the year.

“I promise I will get her something by tomorrow.  What is it that she likes?  Flowers, yes?”  

“Rhaenya likes flowers.  Helaena likes bugs.”  

His father waved his hand as if to brush Aegon’s words away.  “Yes of course, but all girls love flowers.”  

Aegon felt a surge of rage go through him at the flippant words.  He could understand his father not wanting to put forth any effort for him because Aegon excelled at being a disappointment.  But what he’d never been able to understand was his father’s disregard for his younger siblings.  Helaena was the kindest and loveliest girl he'd ever met, Aemond seemed to be growing stronger and smarter every year, and the twins had just turned eight and were adored by all in the court.  Why couldn’t their father see them?

His eyes drifted towards the table only a few inches beside him and to the ring resting there.  A plan slowly started to form and Aegon turned his attention back to his father, forcing a smile.  “Actually you’re right, father.  I’m sure she won’t notice it.”

His father’s eyes slightly narrowed at Aegon’s sudden change of heart, but he eventually shrugged.  “I am sorry to have forgotten.  There’s a lot on my mind as King.  I’m sure you understand.”  

“Of course,” Aegon replied, but really he didn’t.  His father never forgot Rhaenyra’s name day.  He’d sent an entire ship full of jewels and gowns to Dragonstone only a few months ago.

“I’ll come and visit her later tonight to congratulate her,” his father promised, but they both knew they were empty words.  Viserys would spend the night here working on his model before he retired early to bed and Helaena would have to force herself to smile after she realized her father had forgotten entirely about her.  

Unless Aegon did something about it.  

His father turned back towards the model and Aegon casually stepped to the side, hand reaching out to grab the ring laying on the table.  It was a gorgeous piece of jewelry and there was no mistaking who it had once belonged to.  The band of the ring was silver set with a sparkling jewel of Arryn blue.  All around the room were remnants of his father’s first wife, her items slowly growing old wherever she had left them before she died.  It was almost as if Aegon’s father expected her to one day walk through the door and pick them up again.  

Aegon held no hatred for his father’s first wife, but she was gone and had no use for this ring.  From all the stories he’d heard, she’d been described as a kind and generous woman.  Maybe she would even be happy to know her jewelry had been passed on to someone who would treasure it instead of being left forgotten on a table in the King’s chambers.  It would be easy to tell Helaena that their father had decided to pass the ring onto her and had meant for the blue stone to now represent Dreamfyre.  He knew it would honor Helaena more than anything else their father could given her for her to believe their father had decided to entrust her with an item from his beloved Aemma.  

He tucked the ring into his pocket and strode out of the room, determined to find a servant who could help giftwrap the ring for him.  He was absolutely going to get into trouble, perhaps the worst trouble of his entire life, once his father found out what he had done.  

Later that night, when he saw Helaena open the box and stare in awe at the ring contained inside, he knew he’d done the right thing.  The consequences he would inevitably face would be worth it for getting to see that smile on Helaena’s face.

[raayllum]

For the commentary meme:

“I know sibling relationships can be complicated,” Soren meandered, pulling at his collar when Ez didn’t directly look at him. “But I’ve known you and Callum a long time, your whole lives in fact, and—”

“The world won’t end if my brother and I don’t talk to each other for a week,” Ezran said irritably. Callum might've been able to forget about the past oh so easily, but Ezran couldn't.

“No,” Soren agreed, soft and wise. “But you might regret it.”

It had been only with a day’s notice, after all, before their father had been taken abruptly from him. Only a few weeks before Claudia had garnered white hair and a staff and Soren hadn’t seen her for two years. Maybe it would be best to… even if Ezran was angry, and even if he wouldn’t renounce his choice not to help, he and Callum could still…

It was late that night, four days after their fight, that Ezran went up to his room with the intent on trying to hash something out in the morning if his temper didn’t get the better of him again.

There was a letter and the assassin’s bow lying on his bed.

Ezran, the letter read, his shaking hands nearly tearing it two before his eyes could focus on the word. Callum’s handwriting. We figured out the location of the Starscraper and we left a few hours ago. Maybe the time away will help. Help change his mind, surely, was the unwritten intent. Look after the prison while we’re gone. It shouldn’t be more than a month at most. Stay safe.

And then a blank space where I love you should’ve gone, a half formed letter like that was all Callum had been able to bring himself to manage.

Below that was slimmer, messier writing. Rayla.

Ez,

I’m sorry this is the way things have gone. I hope we can make it right once Callum and I have come back. I know this is difficult and I’m sorry… I’m so sorry for my part in it. I left behind Runaan’s bow as an apology; it’s yours to do what you want with. He won’t need it anymore. I’m sorry, again. I promise I’ll keep Callum safe while we’re gone.

All my love, Rayla

A tear smudged the ink before Ezran set the letter down and wiped at his face. The bow loomed over the cushions, blue against red.

He wasn’t sure why he was crying when he wanted to scream instead.

want commentary on a scene from one of my fics? send me the passage and i'll write up some meta/thought process stuff

Ah the ending of chapter 4 / where the brothers have left off until further notice!

This scene was really important to me to get right since it is that Great Schism for the brothers, ultimately. I thought it was very Ezran for him to still sort of think things could turn out if he just puts in the effort / has another conversation (he's angry and grieving, but he's not Bitter before this as much), only to not realize Callum already hit his breaking point 3 days prior during their fight — arguably at 'Callum stared at him with cold eyes. “Dad would be so disappointed in you.”' — and made a game plan accordingly.

Only then, because Callum feeling betrayed by Ezran already happened (“She’s our family, why isn’t that—”), does Ezran have his turn of feeling betrayed by his brother. Like Ez isn't being fair, but he's also not being entirely unreasonable. But being lied to / stolen from and then left with only a letter (and even Rayla being more guilt ridden / softer because she and Ezran weren't arguing directly) has got to sting.

I feel like partially because Callum is his older brother, even though Callum can be frustrating / meaner than needed sometimes... Ez has never known a time without his brother, y'know? They're not always on the same side (1x09 my beloved) but having Callum's care and priority is something that Ez has built a lot of his life on, even as the timeskip kind of chipped away at some of it because Callum was such a mess.

And at the same time while Callum is giving as much as he can while also holding space for Rayla, he's holding back and being unfair too, just like Ezran. Which Ez kind of knows, because he's crying instead of screaming because even though he Wants to be angry about all this, he is at his core mostly just Sad (which is the way grief usually works anyway).

Basically: I love situations where everyone's feelings are valid and understandably there even if what people are doing with those feelings is messy and wrong while also not being entirely wrong, either, and this scene was a great way to showcase this.

Other notes:

Throughout the fic Soren is almost always Right™ since I think Soren, due to the breadth of his personal experiences and what he's given himself time to process (or not to process), and he has a unique perspective here in regards to how everything's gone down (which gets explored more later). Here, he's thinking about how he and Claudia disagree on so much but still love each other, and seeing Ez and Callum being not nearly as splintered, of course (and they're not) but still at risk of splintering if they don't get some of their shit in gear.

You also have Rayla, who in typical "Rayla's internalized fashion" is constantly running damage mitigation and her goodbye letter, this time to Ezran, is full of it as well as her own assurances that Runaan can/will change upon release (which is not something Callum promised Ez earlier) because we love bias and Rayla's rare optimistic streak that mostly concerns her loved one's abilities to be Better than they necessarily are in this household.

[mistysblueboxstuff]

Hello, first of all, I’m really sorry for bothering you with this. I’m a person who other people consider an artist. I’ve made things all of my life with whatever tools I could get my hands on. My family was too poor to afford paper and pencils so I burned wood engravings with magnifying glasses. My handwriting is tiny and precise because I loved writing but had to squeeze every inch of space out of a page. Over the years I’ve done a lot of other things that caught my interest, including sculpture, 3D modeling, modding, making dolls, decoupage, graphic design, oils, watercolor, lots of stuff. I won awards, got into some magazines. People paid unreasonable amounts for my stuff. I even spent two years in college majoring in drawing and painting before admitting to myself that I hated the process and though I had some technical skill, I wasn’t a real artist and didn’t have the inspired creative spark real artists had. I was okay with that; I don’t want to express myself.  I’ve always made things because I wanted to learn things and see something I wouldn’t have been able to see otherwise. 

I’ve always thought of myself as someone respectful of artists. I’ve spent so much on commissions that I don't have a savings account. I’ve always paid artists as well as I can afford and sometimes more if I thought their rates were low or if I knew they were putting extra work in on a piece. I’ve also bought a lot of fan made merch. Almost a thousand of that has been on prints you’ve made. I love your art.

I’ve been passionate about text and art AI for years. At first I was excited when the public became aware of my hobby and I thought that I’d finally be able to talk about it with people. Except, it turned out that everyone hates this thing I’m passionate about and would hate me if they knew I used it. I’ve had to hide it and keep it bottled up inside, away from the people I want to share it with. Everywhere I look, I see words like AI bro and AI clown and lazy and that people like me should just die.

I’ve heard all of the arguments for and against it. I do get why people are scared and discouraged and feel like they’ve had something taken from them. But I also know that I can't stop loving AI. I can't stop making things and learning new skills in things that interest me. That’s who I am. If I know anything about myself, it’s that.

I have one enormous print of yours of Aziraphale hanging over my bed. It has given me so much happiness for the past two years. I’ve felt love and beauty when I look at it. It’s been a source of comfort and joy. Having grown up lesbian in a religious household that thought I needed an exorcism, there’s something about seeing him turn his face away from God that resonates.

It’s been eating me up inside for weeks because every time I look at the picture above my bed, I don’t see Aziraphale any more. I don’t feel that love. I can only think about the person behind it that I respect and how they’ve said I should die, and the community behind them that I want to be part of but would hate me.

Am I the bad guy? The pain feels like a festering boil that needs to be lanced, so I guess I’d like to hear you say that what I’m doing is unforgivable so that I can take the picture down, grieve and move on. I know that's a lot for a stranger to ask of you. It's probably messed up that I'm even bringing this to you. I'm sorry.

Hiya. Thank you for messaging me. first I'd just like to say I don't think anyone should actually die. I know I say AI folks should die but it's something that I don't actually mean or want, I'm just angry. I don't like being told to "adapt or die". I don't appreciate AI folks saying I should "get on with the times and use the AI". I don't appreciate being told to "learn a new skill" by people who by all accounts have none themselves. I don't appreciate being told to "go work at McDonald's bozo". Being told to "get a real job". These are the things said to me personally, not just to artists in general.

Have you seen the vile things artists are being told by the AI tech bros? How we are being treated? They call us "drawslaves", "paint pigs", but at same time we're the "elite" keeping the poor masses away from their god given right to be able to make art without putting any effort into it.

We have every right to be angry and I'm really sorry me saying they should die has hurt you. I'm hurting too. I haven't been in the best place mentally and I won't go into details but this whole AI thing has only made it worse.

I don't think artists are just scared or discouraged, they're angry because their art is being stolen by this thing made to replace them. It really really hurts, I can't tell you how much. It's also infuriating. A lot of the time it makes me want to just stop making art because what's the point? It'll just get stolen and chopped up, bastardised into some AI monstrosity and soon I won't even be needed at all. I spent my whole life trying to figure out what to do with it, finding one thing i love and managing to make a living off it, only for it to be taken away from me by a machine. Might as well just stab me to death and get it over with. It would hurt less. One of the things that hurt me the most is when people question if my art is AI or not. I hate that I also question every piece of art I now encounter too.

Your story is inspiring and it sounds like you enjoyed making art, so what happened? I can't understand how any artist would actually feel accomplished by generating images via AI. I do understand it's fun and brings joy to people I guess. As for being a part of the art community I don't think most artists will ever accept AI folks as being a part of it. There is a huge AI community though, as I'm sure you know.

Personally I find it really difficult to look at AI images, for many reasons, seeing them treated as art pains me. It's why I left ArtStation and why I'm no longer active on DeviantArt either.

I don't think you specifically are the "bad guy". The bad guys are the people who are pushing for this thing to actually replace artists. The bad guys are the hedge fund billionaire man babies behind it. I do think people using AI are helping it get better at stealing though. The support the AI has been given by folks using it has made people behind it more aggressive as well.

But like I said many times before I don't hate AI specifically and if it stops stealing and starts being used more ethically then it's fine (sort of). But I think everyone knows the AI would be nothing without actual artists' work, that's why they're gonna fight for their "right" to keep stealing from us. Wonder who they gonna steal from when most of us abandon art because we'll have to do something else to survive and there won't be time for making art anymore.

I'm really sorry my stance on AI is making it difficult for you to enjoy my art though, I never really thought about that so thank you for making me consider your perspective on this. I'm happy my art has brought you joy. For what it's worth I don't hate you, I don't think using AI is unforgivable, I don't think you're a bad person for using AI and finding joy in it. But as an artist I will never support AI. AI stomps all over everything art stands for, to me at least. It's a travesty. It mocks everything I've been through as a person to get where i am now. There are so many artists i love and seeing their art stolen and used in this way makes me so mad. It's easy to make the issue sound simple by saying "artists are just scared because AI is better" but it's so much more than that.

I'm sorry you feel like you need to take my Aziraphale painting down. I can't help but feel the way i feel though. i hate AI as it is now but that doesn't mean i hate every single person who uses it. I'm sorry though. i wish i had something smarter to say and something to make you feel better :(

[shirohige-pirates]

Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Chapter 7: Motor Running

That weekend, and the week after, went by slower than any other week before, as far as you were concerned. You and Marco met for lunch a couple times, but usually he had an appointment, or you had a meeting. Even when you had time enough to share a quick meal, it was indeed a quick meal. You both talked about work more than anything – you had tried to wheedle some details about the date out of him, but he was teasingly tight-lipped on the matter.

None of your time together had been uncomfortable, but aside from kissing the top of your hand at the end of dinner, Marco kept his distance. It wasn’t like he was avoiding you, but you weren’t sure if he wanted to take things slow, or if he was giving you the lead. Kid, and most everyone else you’d dated, were pretty physical.

It wasn’t like you got yanked into a dark corner and slammed against the wall all the time, or that you even needed that level of painfully obvious desire. It was just different from what you had become used to.

But Marco wasn’t in the city just on business. He wasn’t visiting from the ocean’s depths, and he wasn’t loud, or angry, or crass. There was passion there, unmistakably, and it had lit up his eyes more than once since you’d known him.

Maybe he was worried that if he came on too strong, you’d break and run. Whatever the case was, you weren’t going to worry about it for now. You weren’t going anywhere any time soon as it was, especially with your car still in Kid’s care.

Buggy dropped you off at home, and by that, he had the Bubble he’d ordered detour to your place before taking him home. Bon-bon and Ivankov had been taking you home for the most part, and you’d only stayed over at the office one day this past week. You’d taken a couple Bubbles to get into work, and one early morning Sanji gave you a lift.

You were going to be happy to have your car back.

Your phone rang shortly after you got home, and you recognized the shop’s number.

“Hey Red, what’s up?”

There was a short grunt on the other end of the line. “Got the body restored, waiting on a few more parts to come in before she’ll be ready. I called to see if you wanted a different paint job, you little shit.”

You laugh. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. Hm, a different color…”

“I’m bringing in that long-nose artist to do the actual bird, so don’t worry about sticking with stock colors if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, when’s he coming in?”

“Sunday, it’s a personal project for him, so I’m trying not to tie him up during usual work hours. He should be in around 9am.”

“Hmm… Usopp opens up a lot of options.”

“Heh, he does. Guy’s got a good eye for things, even if he’s a little skittish.”

“Around you Kid, everyone’s a little skittish.”

“You aren’t, calling me by that stupid fuckin’ nickname.” He grumbles.

You grin. “I just don’t have the sense to be afraid of anyone.” He grunts, and you continue. “You remember that blue Killer was using for his welding mask?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you base coat her with that? I want to come by Sunday and talk about options with Usopp, but I know you need to let the base coat set before he starts.”

“Going with a whole different color scheme, huh?”

“The rust and the red went well together,” you muse, chuckling. “But if all the rust is gone, then it’s time for something different, right?”

Kid grunts, but doesn’t say anything.

“Something on your mind?”

He clicks his tongue, grumbles under his breath and then finally lets out a big dramatic sigh. “I feel like I’m the one being replaced.” He finally admits angrily.

“You’ll always be my unreasonable asshole ex-boyfriend turned marginally reasonable asshole best friend.” You say, a playful edge in your voice.

“… I better not be your best friend.”

“I mean, it’s between you and Buggy, and you’re more stable.”

Kid scoffs and laughs. “You’re kind of shit at making friends.”

“Pot and Kettle, I suppose.” You grumble back before laughing along with him.

There’s a beat of silence after you both settle down and Kid sighs a little. “That Vet does anything to hurt you, you tell me.”

“Pfft, I can bring him with me Sunday, maybe, you want to tell him to his face or something?”

“Fuck no. I ain’t gonna let him raise his guard like that!” Kid snaps before huffing. “Shop’s a public place though, I’m not saying he’s barred or anything.”

“Alright, I don’t know what his Sundays are like, but if I need a ride I’ll give you a call.” You say with a smile. “You’ll enjoy getting a look at his car up close, I bet.”

“I don’t need to see the inside of a ’72 SEL.” He grumbles.

“Not even one that’s washed three times a year? That engine was immaculate.” You tease.

“… You’ve been under the hood?”

“Mm, speaking of, if you have some custom hydraulic lifts, the hood lift’s busted. He hasn’t had any luck finding a replacement.” You mention it nonchalantly, but you can hear Kid’s mood shift before he even speaks.

“I’ll see what I have lying around.” He clears his throat. “I could probably make something in the next two days that would work.”

“Metal geek.” You tease.

“Book whore.” He shoots back.

“Greaser guzzler.” You’re barely able to keep yourself from laughing especially when Kid starts to cackle.

“Leaving me low hanging fruit. Ah, but I know, you’re going to end up that Vet’s pet, little mouse.”

“I’m not a mouse,” you insist.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re more like to hunt mice than be one.” You can picture him waving his hand dismissively.

You laugh. “Talk to you later, Kid.”

“Mm, later.”

You end the call and take a moment before you opt to send a text.

You: Sneakers or heels for tomorrow? Also are you available Sunday morning?

You peeled off your work clothes while you waited for a response. A shower before putting together something for dinner seemed like a good idea. You were going to work a couple hours tomorrow, but you’d decided to bring a laptop home vs going into the office. Going over some of the packets while you had breakfast and coffee was a good way to start your morning, and you wouldn’t have to worry about getting caught up at work and losing track of time.

Marco: I’ll show you my emo phase, if you show me yours. 😉

You laugh when you read the response.

You: It was more a punk phase, but sure.

Marco: I’m free Sunday, what’s up?

You: Kid’s getting the base coat down on my old firebird, and I need to go in Sunday to work with the detail artist for the final design and colors. I could use a ride, but Kid and the crew would love to see your SEL. (Also he might have an arm for your hood).

Marco: That’s doable. We can talk about it more tomorrow.

[thatgordongirl]

I feel a little embarrassed asking Tumblr, but I can’t talk to my other friends about this, so I hope someone else has some imput

So, about three years ago, I met this guy, we’ll call him H. He was hanging around me and my friend, who we’ll call M, a lot more than usual. My other friend was secretly giving him dating tips without M knowing, which was probably a bit odd. M and H started talking more, messaging and the such. They started dating not long after, but M was very uncomfortable in the relationship. They were only together a couple weeks, M ending it. H said he needed some time to himself, M believed this was completely unreasonable and got really angry about it, but they eventually stopped talking altogether. 

Ever since I met him, he would make these ‘jokes’ that always got to me. He called me schizophrenic (not an insult, but I’m not) asked me if I had cancer because one of my eyebrows had more hair than the other, he called me all sorts of names, told me I sucked. He started working at the same place as me, and would tell me to shut up and basically cuss me out as a joke there as well. I tried not to take it seriously because I felt like I was being too sensitive. But it really bothered me. I told M about this, and she told me it was just a joke and not to take these things seriously. 

They started talking again, around the same time I told M about what H was doing. I told her not to mention it to him, because I didn’t want to be treated nicely only to stop my complaining. She told him anyway, and he started being very friendly, which pissed me off more. He could’ve been nice this whole time and didn’t bother. In case you think I misinterpreted him as a person: he told someone online to end themself, he makes fun of people who are a bit on the chubbier side, anyone he thinks is stupid, and he bullied a girl so much she cried in the middle of class. That girl is both M and mine’s friend’s sister 

M didn’t stop talking to H even after I told her all of this, she said she didn’t want to get involved. Whenever I’m around the two of them, I feel like I’m being looked down on. They talked about how they consider me amusement and whenever I did something that seemed weird, M would just say ‘that’s (my name) for you’ like I was some kind of idiot. They both ask me questions to get a reaction out of me, and M fails to understand why I don’t like H. She doesn’t seem to care about anything he’s ever done to me or anyone else. 

Recently, H has been calling M gorgeous and beautiful and all, and she thinks it’s a big joke. He’s showing interest in her again and she toys with his feelings, stringing him on to get compliments and thinking it’s hilarious. She tells me about it. He’s started calling me names again, and M told him I knew something about her real intentions, so he harassed me for an hour trying to figure out if she likes him or not. Also, and this is unconfirmed, he asks me what my shifts are each week, I tell him. He’s conveniently not at his shift when ours overlap. 

I honestly don’t know what to do about either of them anymore, I really value my friendship with M, but she complete disregards what I think is a big red flag and doesn’t seem bothered by his attitude towards me. What am I supposed to do? 

[notalwayshappening]

I Speak Like This Not To Mock, But So You Understand: Shut Up

I’m working the box office at a movie theater on a busy Saturday, and it’s in the middle of a massive rush. Naturally, I’ve been dealing with a lot of people, and not all of them have been pleasant. A woman storms up to me, furious. She is foreign and is shrieking in broken English.

Customer: *Shrieking* “My seat filthy! Filthy! I demand clean service!”

Me: “I apologize, ma’am. Let me see if I can find the usher to come and check your seat.”

Customer: *Continuing to shriek at full volume* “No! You, stupid! You clean now! Or I get you fired! Clean seat now!”

I glance over to a manager and ask her to cover my register while I follow the woman.

Customer: *Growling as we walk* “Shameful service! Need clean! No clean! Should be fired!”

We eventually get to her auditorium, and she points to her seat. There are several people around staring at us. Clearly, they’re not exactly thrilled about the lady who has been freaking out. I’m confused.

Me: “Uh, ma’am… are you sure this is the right seat?”

Customer: *Bellowing* “YES!”

I lean in and take a closer look. There’s… literally nothing wrong with the seat whatsoever that I can see. It looks completely and utterly spotless.

Me: “Ma’am… this seat is clean. I’m not seeing how it’s ‘filthy’.”

Customer: “LOOK, STUPID!”

She points her finger at a very specific random spot on the seat. I literally put my face RIGHT next to her finger, only a few inches away from the fake leather that her rear end is about to be sitting on.

There is a single… teeny… tiny… minuscule… near-invisible speck of something. It’s probably just a piece of popcorn. When I say small, I mean it. This thing is a fraction of a millimeter — so small that I literally could not see it until I literally had my eye about an inch away. And it’s so small that any reasonable person would not see it, which is probably why the usher didn’t get it off.

Customer: “BAD JOB! BAD SERVICE! FILTHY, FILTHY! DO JOB NOW, STUPID! WORST CLEANING EVER SEEN! BAD!”

Annoyed that I’ve been called “stupid” three times over something that not a single rational person would even notice, let alone become violently angry about, I sigh. I stand up, look her right in the eyes, lift up my hand, and smack the seat very hard where the speck is in a sweeping motion, making sure to be as loud as I can be, while not breaking eye contact.

Me: *Bluntly* “Stupid has cleaned. Customer sit now and no complain again about fake issue. I go. Don’t follow. Buh-bye.”

Immediately, several of the people around us start chuckling and giggling while she stands there, flabbergasted. I turn and walk away.

Customer: “FIRED!”

A female customer sitting near her speaks up.

Customer #2: “Oh, shut the f*** up, b****!”

I hear more giggles and chuckles behind me.

Customer: *Obnoxiously loud and exaggerated* “Hmph!”

I didn’t even bother to turn around and see what happened.

A little while later, one of the other customers walked up to me and told me that everyone was joking about how I dealt with it. Evidently, the woman was being a huge fuss before she came and got me, and they were all deeply amused by seeing an employee who wasn’t gonna put up with her drama over a complete non-issue.

Admittedly, the fact I had just put in my two-week notice might have been a contributing factor.

@ that title: Oh sure, I bet OP speaks to ALL unreasonable, rude customers like this "not to mock but so they can understand." /sarcasm. Pretty sure they hire NAR editors by fishing through the nearest clogged toilet. That is, incidentally, also where this movie theater got OP from.

[le-trash-prince]

ended up having to take the cat back yesterday 😔 she was really sweet and loving, but every day she got more talkative and the meowing was driving my anxiety levels up to unmanageable levels. Now that I’m being more conscious of how sensory input makes me feel, instead of repressing all of it, I’m realizing that cat rubbing against bare ankles = feels like a metal brush. It puts a lot of my experience with Jonesy into better perspective and has helped me understand why I would get so unreasonably angry with him when he wasn’t doing anything wrong, and why my mental health started deteriorating when I was living on my own with him.

Anyways it was making it very difficult for me to spend time with her, and my body kind of just shut down on Tuesday. And THEN she started trying to get into Saichi’s cage despite repeated redirection and deterrents, and that was something I couldn’t allow. Basically everything that I’d been watching out for in the first week of her stay happened in the second week.

I felt really bad about having to return her, and I’ve never had to give up an animal before so it was really difficult. But neither of us were happy, and I’m just glad I was able to recognize it early enough that she wasn’t fully attached. She was really sweet and precious and I hope she finds someone who can let her happily jabber away 😔

Anyways I’m having to come to terms with the fact that I may not ever be able to have a cat of my own again, which really sucks. But even 24 hours without a cat in the house has made my executive function levels skyrocket, so I think that’s a clear a sign as any. Also I’ve started wearing noise canceling headphones in public more often and it’s made a big difference in the amount of energy I have by the time I get home. It feels like I’m starting to figure things out, which makes me really optimistic about what I’ll be able to do in the future.

[accio-victuuri]

cpn: assorted candies 🍭🍬

I had to take a sunday “rest” ( lol not really ) with the cpn post but now i’m back. for bxgs only. here’s your monday treat. let’s all work hard together this week! 💪🏻

• Hotpot - This is just clowning okay, but in one of the fan-taken shots of GG during OOL, a hotpot restaurant was there. The same place has a branch in Changsha which Web visited. CPN is that GG might have told Web about seeing hotpot place so Web tried it as well with TTXS crew.

BXGs are connecting this to the well-known fake rumor of a 2019 Double 11 Hotpot Dinner. Fans are saying they ate at this same place together. I also saw comments that the both of them stayed at a different hotel from all the other participants. They seem to like doing that huh— staying in their own place.

source.

• Some clues from GG’s OOL Tencent interview.

I. The part where the Q was about Gu Wei being naughty, in reference to trying to get LZX’s attention, GG said :

There are a lot of times he will tease Lin Zhixiao. He will say something to make her angry at first, and then make her happy. Is it a childish way of chasing girls? Okay, you can see for yourself.

Does this remind you of all the teasing GG/Web did during the Untamed promo in 2019? Obviously, it worked for the two of them because look at where we are now. Not even then, the play fights and endless teasing during the 2018 filming is evidence too.

II. When the question was about how to separate yourself from an emotional scene, and by extension— a role you’re playing.

For me, how can you adjust yourself after filming? I went to sleep and finished work when the director called out to stop work, and I unloaded it.

It’s interesting to see him speak about it so plainly. It’s like him saying that when the director yells cut, he is no longer Gu Wei. However, we are all familiar with how this did not apply to Untamed. The infamous character bleed he fell into. WWX was just too close to him and I guess it’s fair to speculate that his developing relationship with his LWJ did not help.

In this interview, Q: Immediately after the filming of "Chen Qing Ling", I filmed "Zhu Xian", How did you switch roles?

Answer: In fact, it took about a month to get out of the role.

even in his Elle cover back then when he was talking about his school-like ‘routine’ in Untamed set the write up said:

Everyday life is quite simple, a bit like going to school. After Xiao Zhan finished speaking, there was still a bit of nostalgia in his tone.It sounded rather sad

In this interview, towards the end too, he says the summer belongs to Untamed and WWX had such a big impact on him. 🤍 I mean, anyone who calls themselves a “fan” and keeps on implying that GG somehow wants to distance himself to being WWX clearly does not understand GG. It’s his titular role and I know the chaos that came with it but it doesn’t change the fact that GG is is no way, shape or form ashamed of having played WWX.

III. This exchange right here : 🎨

Q: Do you any special way of expressing longing?

XZ: Drawing

Q: Have you drawn anything lately?

XZ: I’ve been constantly drawing

Following the timeline of this interview, August 2020, we can see what type of “artworks” GG posted at that time. Most of them with CPN ties and others are much more emotional. This shows that he expresses himself in his art and it’s really not unreasonable to think that he hides clues in it too.

This also reminds me of a fake rumor that goes:

Mr. Xiao gave Mr. Wang a small notebook. I don't know what's inside, but Mr. Xiao said it's very convenient to carry.

Popular speculation is that it has GG’s drawings in it that he gave Web. or something they can write/draw things in and exchange with each other.

IV. The bit about wanting to go skydiving. It’s not the first time they both said they wanted to do it. I hope they get to someday 🙏🏼 well actually there was a fake rumor back in 12/2019 that talked about them already planning a skydiving trip.

• Yibo Official and XZS is at it again with similar things in their post. They truly are dating. They have my blessing. 😌

• Also some people went 👀 with the three dots. cpn interpretation is it means i miss you. feel free to not believe this one. Hahahahahaha!

• There is a scene in OOL where GW and LZX go to a convenience store. This brings backs a repo shared before about a fan who worked on the OOL crew. They shared about GG shooting that location and even included a photo.

Here is an excerpt of the candy. Treat this as fake. OP started by saying GG looked sad or maybe tired because of filming.

I saw gg took a bag of potato chips, I thought he wanted to buy it directly. after taking it, you can see him smiling at the potato chips. he took a photo of it. After finishing, put it back to the original place, take the mobile phone and send WeChat (because it is just to watch typing posture). He was laughing and typing ten. There seems to be no reply from the other side. I looked at the snack area for about 5 minutes. (...) There is a voice over the chair, I think it must be the person you are waiting for. GG had a smile. Then after the play, GG immediately asked the assistant to look at the phone. GG was smiling after Listening to the voice.

That’s all for now clowns. 🍭

[thus-spoke-lo]

Power and Control: Rohan x Reader smut

This turned out uhhhhh a lot longer than I was aiming for. My first smut fic in probably about 6-ish years, so I'm still a little rusty.

Summary: As Rohan's beleaguered assistant, you struggle to keep up with his ever-changing standards. When he's had enough of your mistakes, it's time for you to accept the consequences. Content notes: Fem!Reader, dubcon, spanking, degradation kink Word count: 2901

NSFW/18+ below the cut, minors DNI

You winced as you heard your name being called from the other room for the fifth time today. Rohan sounded irritated, yet again. But then again, you thought, when isn’t he? Rohan appeared in the doorway of the den where you were working at organizing hundreds of sketchbooks onto a set of bookcases. You looked up to see him in a huff, hands on hips. “(Y/n), this is the third time this week you’ve categorized these files incorrectly.”

You set down the books you had been filing and clasped your hands in front of you. This was only your second week of working for Rohan, and you were quickly becoming exasperated with his expectations. “Rohan-sensei, I’m so sorry. It’s just this is also the third time you’ve changed how they’re supposed to be categorized, so I’m having a little trouble keeping up.”

He held one hand to his temple, shaking his head and letting out a theatrical sigh. “How am I supposed to trust you as an assistant and archivist if you can’t even follow simple instructions?”

“You’re absolutely right, sensei,” you said through gritted teeth, nodding politely. “I’ll do better to keep up.”

“I certainly should hope so,” Rohan said as he walked back out into the hallway, looking over his shoulder at you, “or there will have to be consequences.” He gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he disappeared around the corner and back into the rest of his home. You felt a strange sensation in your stomach as you tried to process the look Rohan had given you as he made his exit—there was something other than the anger or disappointment you had expected, something that felt wanting and hungry, with a glimmer of cruelty. You tried to shake off the feeling in your core as just another part of the building anxiety you felt trying to keep up with his demands, and you went back to organizing.

The next day, you were kneeling on the floor of another one of Rohan’s spare rooms, trying to organize old receipts for taxes, when he threw open the door and held a book aloft. “You’ve done it again, (y/n)! I found another one of my sketchbooks in the wrong spot!”

You set down your papers, your mind spinning at how you could have possibly done what you were accused of—you were meticulous in your work, especially after the stern lecture and vague threat you’d been given yesterday. “But Rohan-sensei, you told me that red ones go on the third shelf…?”

“I told you that yesterday. Today, I told you I wanted them in the other bookcase.”

You stared at him intently, furrowing your brow. “Rohan-sensei, I really can’t apologize enough, but changing how you want things organized every day has been confusing, and I feel like it’s unreasonable to expect that I won’t make any mistakes.”

He dropped the book on the floor, the noise startling you. “(Y/n), I feel like you aren’t taking this seriously. We discussed yesterday, there will be consequences for this type of behavior, and for your insubordination.”

“Please, sensei, I can’t lose this job,” you said, springing to your feet. This was by no means easy work, and Rohan was quickly becoming nearly impossible to work with, but it paid far better than any of the other entry-level jobs in Morioh paid. “I’ll do what I need to so I can follow instructions better,” you exclaimed, thinking of your mounting school debt, your rent, and various other bills looming above your head. “I’ll take notes, I’ll make recordings every morning of your instructions! Whatever I need to do!” You felt an angry flush come across your cheeks, and you fought back the start of tears. “Just please, please, don’t fire me. I really need this job.”

Rohan scoffed. “The thought of firing you hadn’t even crossed my mind. That type of overdramatic reaction over a few misplaced notebooks is beneath me, I’m astonished you would think that of me. Besides, I doubt I could find another assistant who seems so…eager to please.” He leaned against the doorway and looked you up and down, with the same spark in his eyes that you had seen the day before, the one that seemed ravenous. “But you do need to face some consequences. Let us see how well you can follow these instructions, then. Come with me.” Confused, you walked towards him and he grabbed you by the wrist, walking you towards his office. What is he going to do, have me do extra chores or something? you wondered. He opened the door and pulled you in, stopping just inside the doorway. The room was mostly barren, save for a set of triangular bookcases, some file cabinets, a small couch, and his work surface.

“Now go bend over the desk.” He pointed to the oversized wooden desk towards the back of the room.

You didn’t even know where to begin with this request and found yourself barely able to eke out a “What?”

His eye darkened. “You heard me. Go bend over the desk.”

You nervously did as instructed, feeling a chill run down your spine. You knew what may be coming for you, but you hoped that he wouldn’t dare, he couldn’t—he was a professional and you were just his employee, he would never do such a thing. You bent over and placed your hands on the desk, feeling the smooth, cool wood on your palms. The air was still, and you waited what seemed like an eternity for your next instruction. God I want this job but…how much?

“Now take off your skirt.”

You turned around and peered at him over your shoulder. “Excuse me? I don’t know what you think you’re doing—“

“I didn’t ask,” he said sternly, arms crossed. “Prove to me you can listen, and take off your skirt.”

Your heart pounded furiously inside your chest, and you exhaled shakily, feeling a sudden flush spread across your cheeks. The tone of his voice, the predatory look in his eyes, his posture, his words…were you actually enjoying this? No, this is degrading what he’s doing, you thought as you unzipped your skirt and slid it down over your hips, letting the fabric hit the floor with a soft whump. You kicked it off to the side of you and resumed your position bent over his desk, your thin cotton panties now the only thing shielding your slit from his wanting gaze. And then you waited.

And waited.

And waited.

As you stood there, exposed in the quiet stillness, the only sounds your unsteady breaths and the pounding of blood in your ears with every heartbeat, you felt your panic and anxiety slowly dissolve into curiosity and—no, not that—arousal? You felt a tingling and warmth start to creep between your legs, as you waited for Rohan to exact his punishment and wondered what he may do to you—what did you want him to do to you? You couldn’t deny that his cold demeanor was intriguing to you, and his slim, surprisingly muscular body, shown off in crop tops and low slung pants, often caught your eye as he directed your daily activities. There was something you enjoyed, maybe too much, about taking direction from him. Stop it, you thought as you clenched your eyes shut, this isn’t the time for that! You finally heard soft footsteps behind you, and Rohan placed one hand on your lower back, applying gentle pressure. You closed your eyes, not sure what would come next. Suddenly, there was a stinging pain and you squealed as you felt a swift clap across your right buttock. You whipped your head around to try to catch Rohan’s eye as you yelped “What the hell are you doing?”

Rohan gently ran his hand across the spot on your barely-clothed ass that he had just smacked. “I am doing what I told you I would do, which is ensure you faced consequences for your behavior. Now, (y/n), the sooner we get back to it, the sooner your punishment can be over, and you can get back to work.”

You shifted your hips to try to get out from under his hand, but he pressed down on your lower back again as he landed another slap, and another, and another. You struggled under the sting of his palm, as searing hot pain spread across your cheek, a redness blooming on your tender skin. You gasped after each one landed, struggling to find yourself and barely able to catch your breath. As the blows continued, each a few moments apart, you felt hot tears began to well in your eyes, and soon they were streaming down your cheeks and dripping onto the desk. Your palms were no longer flat, having balled your hands into fists, getting tighter and tighter with each slap that rippled across your skin. Rohan finally came to a stop after what felt like an eternity, and you felt him readjust his body to switch to his other hand on lower back. “Only a little longer,” he murmured, rubbing his palm in a light circle on your left buttock, seemingly setting the target for where he would attempt to land his next punishing strikes.

You started to openly sob at the realization that the punishment was to continue, and yet, as your sensitive skin burned in the cool air of the room as the redness intensified, you felt your cunt pulse and quiver. The pain had awakened something deep within you, a desire that ran like lightning bolts through your nerves, and a pleasure that was unspeakable. You felt completely helpless under your Rohan-sensei’s resilient hands, and having this level of surrender and realization of just how vulnerable you were caused your aching cunt to flood with wetness. The smacks continued, still spaced moments apart, this round equally as painful as the last. You continued to cry out in pain after each blow, though you found yourself starting to slip into a state of quiet pleasure the longer it went on, and though the pain still caused you to squirm and shout, you almost started to accept the feeling and crave the sharp sting of your sensei’s hand.

Finally, he stopped. He took his hand off your lower back, and you felt your knees start to buckle a little as silent tears still ran down your face; your body and spirit were both weak and vulnerable. After a moment, you abruptly heard from behind you: “You’re absolutely disgusting, you little whore. You enjoyed this punishment, didn’t you, (y/n)? You are absolutely soaked.” You were drawn out of your near-hypnotic state and realized that you had given yourself away. He slowly ran his finger up and down the growing wet spot on your panties. You let out a small moan as the cool, damp fabric clung to your swollen cunt, and he settled his finger over the bit of fabric covering your throbbing clit, his fingers making slow circles as he pressed them into you.

“Oh my, you’re enjoying this aren’t you, you filthy girl?” he growled. “You’ve made such a mess of these panties.” He pulled them aside just slightly, and inserted two fingers into your dripping hole.

“S-sensei!” you cried, the pleasure of having his fingers slowly moving in and out overtaking you. “I-I don’t know what happened, I swear.” A moan mixed with a sob hitched in your throat as you found yourself pushing yourself back ono his fingers, the sounds of your slickness coating his digits as you bounced yourself against his hand echoing through the cold room.

“I know exactly what happened, (y/n),” he teased. “You are a filthy girl who craves punishment, and you can’t help yourself. My hands on your flesh made you insatiable, and your cunt gave away your dirty secret.” He slid his fingers out of you and gave your swollen clit one last swipe with his fingers, spreading your juices across your folds, then commanded, “Take off your panties.”

“S-sensei?”

“I said take them off. Now. Don’t make me wait another second.”

“Yes, sensei,” you managed to mumble as you hurriedly pulled down your soaked panties, throwing them off to the side and resuming your bent over position. You face flushed with humiliation as you felt your juices drop down the insides of your quivering thighs, revealing the intensity of your shameful pleasure. You heard a soft chuckle come from Rohan. He leaned over, his face nearing yours, and you felt the heat of his body against you, and the silken fabric of his shirt brush your back. “Good girl,” he purred softly into your ear. “Now that I’ve gotten you good and wet, let’s see if you can still follow instructions. I want you to spread your legs like a good slut.”

You nodded vigorously, finding yourself unable to open your mouth. You spread your legs apart as directed, and felt a rush of the cool air against your wet, warm cunt. You heard the rustling of fabric behind you, and then suddenly felt the smooth head of Rohan’s cock pressing against your slit; he slowly started to grind against the length of you, as you coated him in your slick.

“Oh Rohan-sensei pleasedon’t tease me,” you found yourself blurting out, in between heaving breaths.

Rohan stopped and held still, his manhood pulsing against your needy cunt. “Then beg for it.”

“Oh please, pleaseRohan-sensei,” you whined, practically in tears as your wet hole throbbed, desperate to feel him push into and fill you. “Please I need it, I need you inside me so bad.”

“Good girl,” he growled, as he pushed past your wet lips and entered you, the fullness of his cock stretching you as he pushed deep into you, your walls tensing around him. He slowly pulled himself back out, leaving just the very tip of the head inside your wanting hole. You knew he was teasing you, and you let out a pained moan, unable to find the words to please him to fill you again. The desperation in your voice made him throb and grow even harder than he had been, as he plunged himself deep into you, rewarding you for your plaintive cries. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging deep into your flesh, as his thrusts became even harder and he slammed against your cervix, causing you to yelp as it sent shockwaves through your already overstimulated body. You could hear the enjoyment in his groans as he would grab and squeeze at the red, stinging marks on your ass while he thrust, causing you to squirm under his touch, and your walls to tighten around his shaft as the pain radiated through you. With every cry, every little scream, every shout of pleasure or pain, you felt him swell and grow harder, your agony bringing him the utmost cruel pleasure.

His breaths started to become shallower and faster as his hips slapped against your ass, the sweat and juices from both your bodies spraying into the air. Finally Rohan groaned loudly as he pulled your hips towards him, pushing his length deep into your dripping hole. His hips shuddered and he let out a long, deep moan as you felt his cock pulsate and a warmth filled your aching sheath. He loosened his grip on your hips slightly, his cock still twitching inside of you as he intended to let every last drop of his cum fill you. He slowly pulled himself out of your swollen, messy cunt, and you felt his warm juices run down your legs, the sensation causing your tortured clit to pulse. You stood up and turned around to face Rohan; he was glistening with sweat, small beads of it making their way down his temples and neck.

He stood close to you and grasped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing your gaze to meet his. “Well, (y/n), you seem to have proven you can in fact listen after all.” He grinned, clearly feeling smug about the trembling wreck that he had made of you, as he gently caressed you cheek. “Now go clean yourself up and bring me a towel like the good, capable assistant you are.” You went off to the bathroom to dry yourself off, and while you were there, admired Rohan’s handiwork in the mirror, seeing your asscheeks both screaming red, the skin tight and swollen. You then quickly scurried back with a towel for Rohan-sensei, walking in to see him leaning back against the desk, pants still around his ankles, his cock glistening with your mingled juices. He smirked as he took the towel from you. “Now, (y/n), you have a few hours of your workday left. Let’s go see if you can follow directions this time and be compliant, shall we?”

A shiver went through your body, one that you felt deep between your legs, as you thought about his strong hands smacking your ass and his cock buried deep inside you. You felt a yearning deep in the pit of your belly, a desire to feel his hands landing blows on your still-sore behind, and to feel him grabbing your hips and filling you with his thickness again. You smiled and shrugged. “I guess we’ll have to see about that, sensei.”

[probsjosh]

Bumblebee

Schlatt Coin origin story. 

Dad!Schlatt x reader but I made it fuckin sad.

edit: I fucking forgot to mention this is GN!Reader I'm such an idiot

Warning: mentions of alcohol, cheating/affairs, abandonment, gambling, not explicit but reference to murder, angst (if there’s anything else I missed please tell me)

So uh, Dad!Schlatt angst aye?

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It had been a great Friday afternoon. Schlatt decided he’d wanted to take you, his spouse, and son out for the day to have some fun, going to having lunch, then visiting the local ice cream shop before stopping at an arcade to spoil Tubbo for the night. It was rare for your family of three to have these outings but it made it all that much more special when you had the time and money to do so. 

After playing and collecting tickets for the better part of two hours, Tubbo had finally scrounged up just enough tickets to get the giant bee plushie he’d been eyeing all year. It was bigger than his torso, square-shaped, and undeniably adorable. What was even more adorable was this pudgy little three-year-old waddling his way up to the prize counter, holding an unreasonable amount of tickets in his arms. There’s a small moment of panic when he realizes he can’t quite reach the top of the counter when his dad comes to the rescue, lifting him up so he can open his arms and let the tickets fall in front of the impressed employee. 

“Gimme da bee,” Is all he says, his contagious laughter ringing out as the bee is retrieved and handed over to the giddy child. “Tank you!” is all the employee gets before he buries his face into the plush. Schlatt laughs and hugs him tighter, he kisses his forehead as you look at them awestruck, a loving smile on your face. It was moments like these that reminded you how much you loved your family. Tubbo managed to peel himself away from his newfound love long enough to yell at you, “Look! I got da bee! Look!” You laugh as you come closer to them, pressing a kiss onto Tubbos forehead, “My little Bumblebee has his own bumblebee!” His little giggles muffled by the bee as he nods, “I got a bumby bee!”

Once you were all back home, there was a knock at the door. You were sitting in the bathroom with Tubbo, who was enjoying a bubble bath, so Schlatt went to answer the door. There was some muffled talking before he appeared in the bathroom doorway. “I’m gonna go out to the casino with the boys for a while. Think you can survive a few hours without me?” Tubbo emerges from his mountain of bubbles, giggling before he dove back in, “I think we’ll be okay,” you laugh as your son piles the bubbles onto his head like a hat. Schlatt smiles and gives you a quick kiss before heading out. “Don’t get too shit-faced!” you call after him, you hear a soft, “I’ll try!” before the door shuts. 

He apparently didn’t try hard enough. He stumbles in the front door at 4 a.m. reeking of booze, the lingering smell of cigarette smoke staining his clothes. You came downstairs to help him into the bathroom. “I think-” he hiccups as you sit him on the rim of the bathtub, “I think I got a little too shit-faced.” He smiles apologetically, swaying lightly, before reaching into his pocket, “I made some money though.” You smile back, but chastise him for drinking and coming home late anyways, but you knew he probably didn’t mean to get as drunk as he did and it seemed like he’d had fun.

It wasn’t a problem at first. At first, it was just a weekend a month. Then one weekend became two, became every other week, became if he wasn’t at work, he was at that damn casino, became you weren’t even sure if he still had a job. You weren’t even sure when it started but you very quickly realized what a problem it had become. Schlatt was never home. And if he was he would only appear to drop off a wad of cash, give Tubbo a hug, try to show you any semblance of affection which you outright rejected, and he’d be out the door again. You’d stopped trying to keep him at home, seeing as he’d just disappear no matter what you told him, no matter how much you asked for him to stay, he never did. 

Your breaking point was when Tubbo just stopped asking where his dad was. It was almost as if he’d forgotten who his father was, and the only person to blame was Schlatt. So one night you asked your neighbors if they could watch Tubbo for just a little while, they agreed, and you were off to the casino to drag your alcoholic, gambling addict of a husband back home. 

It wasn’t difficult to spot him in public, his ram horns like a crown atop his head made him a beacon for attention, and he was definitely getting it. He sat at a Roulette table, a rather large crowd gathered around him, towers of chips in front of him, one arm slung around some twink, the other arm knocking over towers of chips to signify him placing his bet. He was always one to put on a show. 

“Always bet on black!” he shouted, and the crowd around him roared, as the dealer pushed his newly won earnings towards him. He took a sip of his drink before he leaned down and kissed the man pressed against his side. 

That made you see red. 

You stormed over, the crowd parting like the red sea at the sight of your fury until you were met with JSchlatt himself. “Hey, what happened...” was all he could say before he turned to see you standing there in front of him, furious and heartbroken. 

“How could you?” You sounded so angry at first. “How fucking could you.” But it melted away into sorrow. The tears flowed down easily, you didn’t bother trying to hide how much he’d hurt you. But after months of never seeing him at home, did you really think he would remain faithful to you? Did the thought of Schlatt living out of a casino, on a never-ending gambling train, never make you think that he was doing something, or rather someone, else?

    No. In all honesty, it hadn’t. You’d been naive enough to trust the man with the Devil’s Horns with every aspect of yourself, thinking that maybe if you loved him enough, he’d love you just the same. And as you stood in front of the man you once called the love of your life. The father to your gorgeous child. The man that promised to love you till the end of your days. 

You saw the pure horror in his eyes. 

   

Not the shame you’d expected, nor the anger at the fact that he’d been caught. He was terrified. Of what, you couldn’t be sure and you honestly didn’t care. Anger clouded your judgment, as you saw him take a step towards you, an arm extended out to reach for you. You swatted his hand away and sobbed. Hot, angry tears streamed down your face as you yelled. Profanities, curses to his name, wishes that you’d never met the wretched man, and he was so taken aback, he stumbled back and into the table. Every single one of his chip towers fell, the dealer didn’t bat an eye and accepted his entire haul as a bet. Schlatt realized too late as he turned to see the wheel spin.

Red, 16.

You’d stopped yelling by now, trying to collect yourself, as you felt both his hands clamp onto your arms, “Honey, darling, I’m gonna need you to listen to me, okay?” You tried to pull away, fighting against his grip, but he apparently wasn’t as drunk as he made it out to seem. “Please, I know I fucked up, just please for the love of God listen to me for just one fucking second.” 

The urgency and desperation in his voice caught your attention and you knew he was being serious. You stopped fighting in his grip and met his gaze. 

“I need you to go home. I need you to take Tubbo, take any cash you have left, and nothing else. And I need you to run. As far and as fast as you can. Do you understand me?” The fear in his eyes suddenly made sense as you nodded twice. He let out a choked breath before he whispered, “I’m so sorry,” as he let go of you. You didn’t say anything in return, only giving him one last look of pained understanding as you turned on your heel and ran as fast as you could.

Schlatt stood there, staring at the spot where the love of his life had stood. He closed his eyes, trying to stop the tears from coming down when he heard the awfully familiar voice of the casino owner as he walked onto the floor. As it turns out, Schlatt had been in that casino 24/7 because he owed someone powerful a lot, and I mean a lot, of money. “JSchlatt. Friend. We’ve got to stop meeting like this.” Schlatt flinches as he feels Dreams' hand land on his shoulder. He opens his eyes, the shit-eating grin he’d come to perfect settling on his face so fucking naturally, as he turned to face his demon. “Dream! Ah! What a lovely surprise-” 

“Cut the shit Schlatt. What the hell just happened to my money.” It's not a question. He knows what happened, he just wants to see Schlatt squirm. 

"I can— I can get it all back. I promise. I promise— please just," he swallows what little pride he has left and he begins to unravel in front of Dream, "Just leave my spouse and kid alone." Dream tsks and looks Schlatt over once, pausing for just a second before he sighs and reaches into his pocket.

 He takes Schlatts wrist and presses a single gold coin into his palm, closing the drunks fist around it. Schlatt, grateful for this second chance, almost sighs in relief, but before he can, Dream speaks again, "Your last coin, Schlatt. Be smart with it." Immediately Dreams lackeys rush past them, out the door, and into the night looking for blood. Schlatt realizes far too late. "NO—" Dreams grip on his wrist tightens, as Schlatt stumbles and falls in front of him. 

“I told you Schlatt. There would be a price to pay.”

 Schlatt finally breaks in front of Dream, gripping the coin in his hand, as he screams for the family he knows he's already lost.

You stumbled up to your neighbor’s door, slamming your fists repeatedly on their front door before a panicked woman opened the door. It was well into the night at this point, and you’d feel much more sympathy for her if the fear and adrenaline course through you weren’t making you as panicked as she looked. You rushed pasted her, picking Tubbo up from where he lay sleeping, thanked her profusely before you apologized, and bolted out of her house. You gripped Tubbo to your chest as you ran down the street and into the city, pasted closed shops, and speeding cars. Tubbo never once stirring from his slumber, his little arms wrapped around his bee plush, his blanket catching all your tears as you bolted haphazardly through the city.

You didn't know much about the man who ran the casino but you knew what happened to the people that crossed him.

You didn't have it in you to outright hate Schlatt for this. It may have been his actions that lead to this but it was obvious he never meant to put either you or Tubbo in harm’s way. The look on his face was enough to tell you he still loved you with every fiber of his being but that was not enough to excuse him for what he'd done. You didn’t think you’d ever forgive him for what he’d done to you and Tubbo, but you knew that didn’t matter now. What mattered was making sure Tubbo was safe.

You came across an alleyway that went into the forest bordering the city. You knew there was only so much you could do in the city, so you chose to gamble your chances in the woods. After hours of dodging trees, bushes, and boulders, getting as far away from the sounds of the men coming after you as you could, you manage to find yourself on the other side of the forest. The sun was rising in the distance as you came to a clearing. A road that lead out of the city and into the undeveloped land surrounding it. 

Then you spot it.

A box. A simple box sitting on the side of the lonely road leading out of the city. As you got closer the words "FREE ITEMS" written on the side in bold black marker made it clear that this was a donation box. You knew this is Tubbos’ only chance. Frantically, you search the box and luckily find the very marker used to write on the box that had been tossed in by its original owner. You carefully lower Tubbo into the box, uncap the marker and on the inside flap quickly scribble "His name is tubbo, take care of him, please.”

You don't even realize you're crying until your vision is too blurry to see the words. You hear a shout coming from the woods and you know you have to go. Suppressing your sobs, you quickly press a kiss into his forehead for the last time, "Goodbye my little Bumblebee." A sad smile comes onto your features as you close the flaps of the box enough to hide him before turning back into the forest and running in without looking back. A newfound determination in you as you make as much noise as you can, hoping that they would be satisfied in only killing you and leave your baby alone.

A few hours pass and there are screams coming from within the forest that are abruptly cut off. Tubbo stirs in his box and awakens as the sun comes up, spilling into his new temporary home. He sits up, confused and alone when he hears a voice coming up the road. Fear gets the better of him and he ducks down into the box as he hears a small voice yell, "Dadza! Dadza! Can I check what’s inside that box?" There’s a low chuckle, and a soft, "Sure son, go ahead," before Tubbo can hear small footsteps quickly approaching him.

Tubbo grips his plushie as he hears the small footsteps slow down, before stopping completely. Suddenly the box flaps open and a little blonde boy’s head pokes out over the edge, blue eyes peering down at him. A moment passes as both boys stare at each other in confusion before the blonde boy calls out again.

"Daaaaad! There's a baby in the box!" The heavy footsteps stop suddenly. "A what?" The footsteps start up again, and suddenly a man in a green and white striped bucket hat appears. Confusion turns to worry, as the man’s eyes settle on the message scribbled into the box. “So. Tubbo? Is it?” 

Tubbos’ grip on his plushie becomes even tighter, but he nods slowly, eyes dancing between the boy and the man. “Well, Tubbo. Guess I’m your dad now. My name is Philza,” he gestures to the boy, “and this is Tommy.” Tubbos eyes meet Tommys, and Tommy grins at the boy in front of him. “Hi, Tubbo! You’re gonna be my best friend!” At these words, Tubbo smiles and stands in his box, dropping his bee in favor of hugging Tommy. “Hi, Tommy.” Is all he says as Tommy hugs Tubbo back. Philza smiles at the boys in front of him, unable to find it in him to worry about how his twins would react to the family’s new addition.

Back in the city, Schlatt stumbles back home for the first time in weeks, being greeted by a cold and silent house. He shuts the door behind him and slumps down onto the floor. A bottle of Jack Daniels already half-empty meets his lips as he begins to cry again. Longing for the family that he lost the moment he struck that stupid deal with Dream. His fingers play with the singular gold coin he has to his name. 

Schlatts coin.

Bonus:

He liked to walk the length of the city during the day. The sights and sounds were enough to drown out his hungover thoughts. He'd be sober for most of the day before he returned to the casino to drown his sorrow in liquor, but for now he could relish in the warm sun as he came to the edge of the city. There was a playground near where the forest and city collided that he usually avoided, in fear of breaking down over hearing the children's laughter, but for some reason today he felt nostalgia for the happy times he'd once had.

He walks the sidewalk, tears coming to his eyes as his guilt comes crashing back. Coming to a bench, he sits down, hands cradling his head, as he tries to get a hold of himself together. Suddenly he hears him. He hears his son shouting, "Dad! Dad!" followed by his laughter. 

Thinking he'd finally gone insane, he looks up expecting to see some random kid yelling for their father. Instead he's met with the sight of his Tubbo running around the playground as fast as his little feet will carry him, giggling as a little blonde boy chases him. "Tub-Tubbo?" his own words are nothing but whispers, but his son is shouting, "Dad!" another giggle, "Dadza! Dadza!" a man with large black wings stands from his bench to catch Tubbo as he launches himself into his arms, "Tommy's chasing me! He's chasing me!" the man laughs as the other boy, presumably Tommy, runs into the man's legs, "We're playing tag dummy! I'm supposed to chase you!" the three laugh as the man sits down once again, Tubbo still in his arms, and Tommy clambers onto the bench as well. 

Schlatts face is wet with tears. He's alive. Tubbo was alive. His son was alive and happy and‐ and without him. Without his parents. Grief rocks Schlatts body once more, a single sob escaping him before he rubs his eyes, takes 3 deep breaths, and collects himself.

What mattered here was that Tubbo was safe. He was alive. And he was happy. Schlatt stands, sparing a final glance at his son, silently thanking the man for taking him in, and he begins to walk away without turning back. 

Tubbo turns in time to see a man with ram horns turn the corner as he walks away. "....dad?" his smile dropped as he pulled away from Phil, walking to where he saw the man. "Tubbo? What's wrong?" Phil asked, the concern evident in his voice. Tubbo says nothing and instead makes his way over to the sidewalk, Phil and Tommy close behind. 

As he stepped into the middle of the walkway he saw no one. His little eyebrows knit together as he turns back to face them. "I thought… I thought I saw my dad...but I haven't seen him in so long- it probably wasn't even him." There's an odd mixture of emotion laced in his words as they make their way back to the bench. "'M sorry Tubbo. Do you want to go back home?" Tubbo nods, taking Phil's hand and Tommy goes over and grabs Tubbos' other hand. He smiles at the younger boy, and Tubbo finds it in him to smile back. 

As they begin their trek home Tubbo thinks about the man he saw, and how he could've sworn he recognized his horns.

He could've sworn he recognized his dad's horns.

[slutfor-fictionalmen]

hi hi! I hope this message isn’t too late or anything, since I only just seen the one you send me this morning! Also I accidentally deleted your messages while trying to reply 🤦‍♀️

But if it’s still alright, may I request an Armin Arlert x slightly thicker/chubby reader? just something soft and simple! maybe he’s noticed that the reader doesn’t eat very much anymore, and is skipping meals, and he confronts her about it, because he doesn’t want her getting sick or something happening. She obviously gets a little upset about it, and like, tells him she’s been having a hard week and has been super insecure lately. She just doesn’t like the way she looks, and Armin comforts her and stuff! All the love and cuddles! 🥰 I’m in need for this rn honestly 😭

I hope i did it right!! Things are more internalized due to my own self indulgence, i hope you like it!!

Tw: self harm(starving) 

Another day passed, and you hated being in the corps more and more, with the men objectifying you and the women with their fake smiles and judgemental looks, aside from Mikasa that is. You felt her hand on your shoulder, staring right back at them as you passed.

She was the only girl-friend you’ve ever had, which makes your bond with each other especially strong, she called you her therapy stuffed animal( in a good way) with how loving and kind you were when she came home to eren’s house. You were always there, you gave her her first jacket, you bear-hugged her when she was at her worst and missed her parents, you stood by her and never faltered. Even going as far as telling off Eren for being tactless to her feelings, poor boy has no social cues.

Eren loved you for how truly different you really are, despite being an only child, you were his sister, as much as a pain in the ass you are. But this called for you being apart of his and Mika’s friend group with no doubt. Being part of erens tight knit group of friends means you were automatically loved by eren, mika…. And armin.

You always had a fondness for the shy blonde, his all bark and no bite nature stole your heart. You met at a young age but only connected through Eren, he always tells you to thank him for that introduction despite your efforts to play off your crush being in vain. You loved how… pure he looked, how in a world full of death and violence, he could always bring light into your day with a smile or a story. No matter what you could count on his smile,you could count on him.

That’s why you hated today with a passion.

“We have extra food, which one of you dumbasses didn’t eat all your shit?” You sighed, walking away from the situation you caused. It wasn’t a good day, their comments bugged you today for some reason, and Armin wasn’t there to perk up the atmosphere of this gloomy day. Making it unreasonably difficult for you to focus on your own health today, this isn’t even the first time this has happened. It’s been a week of irregular meals, constant moving, and titan stress. It wasn’t like you were trying to starve, you just didn’t have the time.

And you didn’t notice till today.

“Lookin’ thinner, bunny… are you eating well?” You ignore eren’s concerned comment, pressing forward with the group in disturbed silence. This was the fifth comment today about your looks that you’ve gotten. You weren’t a small person, you had extra meat, and you had curves, paired with your adorable tiger stripes, but you know for a fact that starving this little would not affect your appearance that much. It irritated you, and you vowed to tell off the next person who said anything.

“Y/n can-“ “Oh my GOD, are you SERIOUS? I’ve been eating! I havent lost that much weight and i don’t want to hear your Perverted FUCKING Mouth say anything! It’s idiotic for you to continue to act like a jealous schoolgirl and make your ‘sly’ comments! So just Shut up!”

You finally open your eyes from your rant, regretful as your irises meet two bright blue eyes on a horrified face. “I was just going to ask if you can slow down and walk with me-“ Guilt floods your mind as you ear him squeak out his words. You lower your gaze and nod, moving to the back of the group with the boy. It didn’t matter how long this would be, you knew Levi would make you set up for camp soon.

“ ‘m sorry armin, you didn’t deserve that, I’m just-“ “Don’t apologize, you didn’t mean it to me but it was still valid. But never mind that, are you ok? Yes you haven’t been eating but you’ve been…. Cold lately..” You wanted to tell him, just say, ‘ I’m so in love with you that even a few days without your voice makes me angry as shit’ but you knew it wasn’t the right time…. And besides, would he even accept a girl like you?

“I’m fine, just stressed, tired, and overwhelmed…. It’s a lot you know?” Armin nods walking closer to you and letting your answer settle before your group sets up for camp and your pace continues to slow.

“You’re beautiful no matter what, I’ve read articles that said starving is actually terrible for your body, unintentional or not, it won’t end up good. If i have to,” He flushes, continuing to look ahead,” I’ll stay with you all day to make sure you’re eating and drinking water.” You freeze, feeling flushed as you watch him walk away and realize that he just offered to be around you all day just for you to be healthy.

You shake it off, keeping his words at the forefront of your mind before you get ready to retire for the night. You find a note on your blanket, asking you to meet armin at his tent with water and a blanket. Curious as to what it means you do as the note says, waiting at armin’s tent before he opens the zipper with a happy smile, welcoming you inside.

“You got the water?” You lift up the container, making him nod and turn away to a covered pile in his room. He takes the cover off, revealing the food he gathered for you two. “You didn’t eat again, so I didn’t either. And before you say anything, i got some of everything  so you have to eat SOMETHING! I told you all day didn’t I?” You look at him with teary eyes, your emotions of the week spilling out at his gesture.

Sobs wrack your body before he pulls you into his form, engulfing you in a warm hug. You feel him draw soothing circles on your back, rocking you and letting out slow shushes in attempts to calm your mind. You feel him kiss the top of your head and rubbing your back more before he pulls away and guides you to the setup of food.

He grabs you a plate of everything, making you sit and eat with him. You nibble at your food, uninterested in grossing out the guy you like by eating in front of him. But that only made him take your fork and feed you himself, he was determined for you to take care of yourself and love yourself as he loves you. You notice him watch you eat with admiration, happy to see you finally giving yourself some nourishment. You hear him sigh and hesitate, but you leave it untouched before he breaks the silence.

“You know…. I’ve loved you for years, ever since you punched out that kid who threatened me for speaking up, and how you always listened to me talk about the books I’ve read and things I’ve heard-“ “i know, i love you too armin.” “No not like that, I’m IN love with you, like i want to hold your hands, kiss you everywhere, curl into you at night, i want to love you.” You stop mid chew, maintaining eye contact as you swallow and stare at him.

“Are you serious?” “Yes.” “Like you’re not-“ “Y/n L/n I am completely and utterly in love with you.” You push the food aside, crawling between his legs and curling up onto his chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. “I love you so much it hurts armin. It hurt me so badly when you wouldn’t talk to me, i don’t know what i did but i was so mad that i pushed you away.”

Armin tilted your chin up, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before he grabbed onto your soft form with a passion. “I’ll never do that again, I’m so sorry beautiful.” You hold onto him tighter pressing your ear to his chest to hear his heartbeat. “You really think I’m beautiful?”

He pulls away, reaching over you to grab your blanket…. Man he really plans things out, before he wraps it around you both and presses a kiss to your temple. He lets his hands sink into your skin, loving how your soft skin feels on his fingertips. His lips pepper kisses on your neck, pulling slightly back to press a kiss onto your hairline. You loved how gentle he was with you, you already knew the answer to to your question before he even opened his mouth.

“More then you can ever know, my love.”

[bellybiologist]

Last week of July update!

Heya all, I'm just sorta checking in as the last week of my vacation is starting just to ramble a bit about how Things Are Doing™!

Vacation has been restful, and things are on track for resuming in August. Didn't get a lot done (but that's sort of the point! so it's a good thing), but did manage to finish like, one and some change commissions. Still picking away at those, and will continue to do so. I really do want to finish what i owe still, especially since there will most likely be a time i'd need to open emergency commissions to take care of surprise expenses, which are more likely than ever. And I can't exactly feel like that's a thing I can do with outstanding orders already behind me. So continue working on them i will. However, next time, i'll have to stick to simpler commissions, i think.

Despite taking the month off, the month has been rough cuz at this point, it's hard not to associate summer with my mom's illness and passing last year. The anniversary of her passing is coming up; It'd be a year already on the 7th of August, and it's been on my mind basically at any point i let it wander. It's difficult to enjoy the summer still and i'm unsure i ever will in an official capacity. (and unfortunately a LOT of friends' birthdays want to happen during this time to, lol. So it's a struggle xD)

Luckily, keeping busy has helped as always. Video games like Fire Emblem (letting me enjoy My Boy™) have been nice. I've had time to grieve a bit at least, but i'm still incredibly angry, looking back at how it all went down. Objectively, it could've been way worse; I recognized that then, and recognize that now. But it's still difficult not to find my self occasionally seething that if just one more thing went right, it could've been a bit better for all parties involved, y'know? The two voices i've crafted in my head are constantly fighting, shouting "The world should like, Totally Burn™😈 " and "NO Verzi this isn't your heart!!". Who'll win out? no one can say. It's difficult when your heroes and loved ones are continually let down by society, and every -ism you can think of. So i think a little burning would help. ;P

All that said, i'm doing "fine." The reorganizing of my household definitely means i have less time and energy to actually draw due to increased responsibilities and the fact i have no transportation of my own anymore, plus more expenses to pay. So it's a bit rough in that regard. Either way, we're hanging in there, That's all anyone can hope for, i suppose! I often look back to my 2016-2019 productivity, when  was streaming twice weekly, belting out like 12 pics weekly with 10 patreon figures AND commissions. Those were days, lmao. I miss those, but i guess i can just only accept that's a bar that would be unreasonable to even attempt to meet given current circumstances.

But yeah, things will be Resuming in August. Again, thanks for the support and whatnot!

[supercorpkid]

How to lash out – A Luthor’s guide.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 3000.

“Stop that, young lady!” Lena’s tone is harsh. You roll your eyes. This isn’t the first time she said that on the drive home. It is also not the first time you rolled your eyes at her today, and probably won’t be the last.

“Oh, come on! You have got to be kidding me.” You go inside the house trying to lose her. “I can’t roll my eyes, or sigh. What else can’t I do now since you’re controlling my every move?”

“Be disrespectful!” Her voice comes from not very far, so you know she’s following you.

“What’s going on?” Kara asks, getting up from the couch when you both enter the living room.

“Mom’s being impossible!” You huff and Lena closes her eyes, really exasperated.

“That’s it! You’re grounded! Go to your room right now!” Lena speaks a little louder and Kara furrows her brows at the whole interaction. It’s not that you and Lena never fight, but there’s usually less yelling, from both parts.

“Why am I not surprised at that?” You ask ironically. “Oh yeah, because that’s your only way to deal with things! Ya boring!”

“Hey!” Kara intervenes and you roll your eyes again. You’ve been rolling your eyes so much tonight, it’s starting to hurt.

“You don’t even know what’s going on and you’re already taking her side!” You cross your arms and harden your features. You’re ready to give them attitude. “Like always.”

“I thought I told you to go to your room, young lady!” Lena says pinching the bridge of her nose and you grunt in response. Rao, you hate the way she says ‘young lady’.

“Why don’t you send me away for good?” Those are your last words before closing your bedroom door so hard you almost broke it in half.

Man, you’re livid. You haven’t been this mad at Lena for a while. She was being very understanding with you these past months, in fact, you can’t even remember the last time you two had a fight. But now the great mother Luthor is back again. It’s like that sometimes. Sometimes she just gets so Luthor is hard not to fight with her.

You hear a knock on the door and you don’t even have to look to the other side to know it’s not Lena. You let out an exasperated sigh.

“What, momma?” Is your opening line.

“Hey!” Kara complains while she opens the door and looks at you so mad, you’re turning red, on the other side of the room. “Do you care to explain what happened?”

“She-she, uh.” You grunt. “She is so unreasonable!”

“That doesn’t explain anything.”

“What do you want me to say? She is wrong!” You yell and Kara takes a deep breath.

“Ok, listen, I want to know your side of the story, but I’m only going to talk to you when you stop yelling.”

“Oh yeah, mhm, do that. Turn this on me. Rao, you know what? You’re both so predictable!” You’re so angry you can’t stop yelling.

“I’m going to let you breathe a little. We’ll talk in the morning.” Kara leaves again and your hand goes to the closest thing to you. Before you realize, there is a picture frame flying full speed to the door. There’s a loud crashing sound when it hits the floor and you see glass flying everywhere. Kara opens the door again; she was probably not far away.

She looks at the broken picture frame and bends down to pick it up. It’s ironic, because you didn’t look at the picture before throwing it and breaking it. But it’s only when Kara’s face turns into a frown, you realize what picture it was. The three of you are on the beach on your last family vacation.

“Clean it up.”

She closes the door again, taking only the picture with her and you sit on the floor. Tears are streaming down your face, but you’re not sad. You’re just so mad you can’t help but cry.

Morning comes. You roll on your bed. You don’t want to get up. You don’t want to do anything. Usually after a good night of sleep, you wake up feeling guilty for all the yelling and by now you would probably be apologizing to Lena. She would forgive you; you would hug it out and things would go back to normal by night. But you didn’t have a good night of sleep, and you definitely don’t feel like apologizing.

“Kid, time to go to school.” Kara knocks on your door, but she doesn’t go inside. It’s just a wake-up call, you know it. You grunt and turn to the other side.

You just want to be alone. You don’t want to go school, you’re so mad. And they are so annoying.

“What are you doing?” Lena opens the door of your room, making a very loud noise, a few minutes later. “You’re going to be late.”

“I have super speed.” You mumble not wanting to give her the satisfaction of being right, but you look at your clock and you have five minutes to go to school or you’ll be late.

“What you have is a bad attitude and I’m sick of it. Get up, get dressed, and go to school. And I better not have to say this again.”

“Or what?” You mumble again, kind of wishing she couldn’t hear you, kind of wishing you hadn’t said it, but unable to stop yourself.

“Oh, you didn’t!” Lena looks at your face and you haven’t seen her this upset in a long time. Maybe the last time was when you burnt down the Christmas tree at Gramm’s house on a dare. “Now!”

You stay in bed.

“I’m so sick of your sighs, and rolling eyes, and your freaking irony all the time!” Lena gets closer to you so she can use her threatening tone. “I don’t know what’s going on with you, but you better respect me, or I’ll make you.”

You push the blanket to the side and get up from the bed. You leave Lena behind with hair flying all over her face when, after using your super speed, you get ready in two seconds and leave for school. If she wasn’t already pissed, she would be after that.

When school is over, you don’t go to your lab at L Corp, that’s what started the fight in the first place. You go to Jamie’s house so you can vent about your mom being the worst. That’s when Lena calls you.

“Where are you?” That’s really the first thing she says.

“I think you know the answer. Don’t you have a GPS on me?”

“Go home, you’re grounded.”

“See, I knew you knew.”

“Let me make this clear for you. You’re allowed to go to school, training, and home. If you’re not in one of these places, I’ll add another week to your punishment. Starting now.”

“You can’t do that.”

“Oh, but I can. Two weeks now, and if you’re not home in five minutes, I’ll make it three. Oh, and don’t forget that I do have a GPS on you.”

“Rao, you’re the wors-'' Before you finish, she hangs up the phone. You’re glad she didn’t let you finish that word. You go home, because even though you’ve been acting insane, you’re not really crazy. Lena might not have super powers, but she has a lot of power.

Kara is the first one to get home. It’s usually like this, but you can’t help but feel that Lena is stretching her time at work because, just like you, she doesn’t want to come home and deal with all of this.

“Are you ready to talk now?” Kara asks turning the TV off, even though you were watching it. You look at her, already annoyed.

“I really doubt she hasn’t told you everything by now.” You cross your arms and fall further into the couch.

“She has. But you accused me of taking her side without knowing the full story. So, now I want to hear your side.”

“Pulitzer prize awardee, everybody.” You bitch grin and Kara breathes heavily.

“Why are you so mad she went to your lab? What were you making in there that she couldn’t see?” Kara raises an eyebrow at you.

“Nothing! Don’t you get it? That’s not the point!” You cross your arms.

“What’s the point then?”

“She doesn’t trust me.”

“Baby, that’s not true.”

“Really? Are you sure? She put a GPS on grandmother’s necklace! How are you not livid about that? It's a family heirloom and she just tampered it to know my every move.”

“Just as a precaution. She doesn’t use it.” Kara says and you scoff.

“She just used it today!” You take a deep breath and cover your face with your hands so Kara doesn’t see a tear falling. “It’s not about what’s in the lab. Did I ever hide one of my inventions from you two?”

“No.”

“Did I ever hide anything from you two?”

“The dog.” She says with a playful smile, making you frown. “Just kidding, I know you haven’t.”

“It’s just… Every time I walk in there, someone immediately calls her to let her know that. Why? Does she think I’m going full Luthor and that I’m designing a destruction weapon so I can take over the world or something?”

“Baby, no.” Kara sits on the couch next to you. She squeezes your knee gently. “She just wants to be around you. You know, you’re really cool, we just want to be with you all the time.”

“And we are with each other all the time!” You say feeling the anger coming back. You push it down again. “Momma, I’m 15! Most people from my class don’t even talk to their parents anymore. But I’m here, around you guys, all the time! Family Fridays? Aunt Alex’s house every Saturday? Training? L Corp? Home? Isn’t that enough?”

“Well, like I said, you’re really cool.” She says with a smile and let a chuckle out.

“I just want you guys to trust me.” You let your head fall. “I gave you a place to go when you need to be alone, I gave her a lead box so she could hide things from us. And she can’t even give me privacy?”

“Ok. Yeah. I hear you.” Kara holds your head to her chest and you can hear her heartbeat without having to use your super hearing. It’s extremely calming. “Listen, I think you have a point. It’s just, you’re being very aggressive. Maybe you could dial back a little and just talk to her?”

“She didn’t dial back. She didn’t even let me vent to Jamie today. She said I’m only allowed to go home, and school and training.” You can’t hold the tears any longer. “And now she’ll use the necklace against me.”

You and Kara look at the direction of the front door at the same time. Lena walks in, takes off her shoes, and goes to the kitchen. You follow her every move. She fills a glass with whiskey and you look at Kara knowing that’s not a good sign. She drinks so fast you’re surprised she didn’t spill any of it. She fills another glass, grabs her shoes from the ground and makes her way to the living room.

“Go to your room.” She says as soon as she walks in.

“Actually, I…”

“Just do as I say. Trust me, you do not want to get on my bad side right now.”

She’s right. You don’t. So, you silently get up and go to your room. You’re not even inside yet, when you hear Kara (this time without the super hearing).

“That was really harsh. She was about to apologize.” Kara says and Lena scoffs.

“She wasn’t. And I found out what she was making in the lab.” And just like that, you’re mad again.

“Wait, you went through her stuff?”

“You mean my stuff? I’m the one paying for it, I’m the one who gave her the lab, aren’t I?”

“Lena, that's a violation of privacy! You gave her the lab, that means its hers.”

“She’s making a mind wiper, Kara!” You roll your eyes. It’s not a mind wiper. For someone so smart, you can’t believe she’s being so dumb.

“Well, she must have her reasons. We have to trust her.”

“You want to trust a fifteen-year-old girl with a mind wiper?” Lena asks and Kara stands up, upset.

“No Lena.” You should’ve known. They always take each other's sides. “I want to trust our daughter with whatever it is that she is making.”

You didn’t see that coming. You go inside your bedroom and grab your notes. You run back to the living room before Kara leaves, and you throw your notes on the table in front of Lena. You stay on the other side of the room, and you don’t say a word. You see it’s Kara who reaches out to the notebook first.

“It’s called an ‘unwelcome thoughts blocker’.” Kara looks at the drawings and the calculation. “I don’t understand what it is, but the name is not catchy.”

She gives the notebook to Lena, who looks down at it, and then looks at you. She puts her hand on her forehead and focuses on the calculations. She doesn’t say anything for a while and Kara looks at you, curiously.

“When we went on vacation, mom asked me how I turned off my brain so I could enjoy it.” You’re explaining to Kara, because you remember that she was sleeping while this was going on. Lena looks at you too, but you ignore her gaze. “I had the idea of a device that could help you shut off unwelcome thoughts. That way, it could help you focus on something without distractions, or stop bad thoughts that could lead to panic attacks, nightmares, and maybe even suicide.”

“Wow. That’s incredible, little one!” It’s Kara’s reaction. You look back at Lena before she can express any emotion.

“I guess this proves you don’t trust me.” A single tear falls from your eye, and you turn on your heels and go to your bedroom.

“I wanted to believe she was wrong about this trust issue you’re having, but then you went through her stuff and accused her of something very severe.” You hear Kara’s voice coming from behind you. “You know how I feel about you drinking like this, but since you made your choice, I’ll leave you to it.”

Kara sneaks in your bedroom, and lays in bed with you. You two don’t talk for a few minutes, until she lets out a sigh and grabs your laptop on the desk.

“I’ve heard about a TV show where they cover other people’ songs. Do you want to watch it?” She turns the laptop on, and you agree with your head. “I think it’s called Glee.”

You and Kara watch it until you fall asleep. You’re glad she took your side. You’re aware you’ve been acting like a little brat with Lena, but the fact she doesn’t trust you for absolutely no reason at all was really hard.

“Kara.” You hear Lena’s voice and you open one eye, so she doesn’t see you’re up. Your momma is sleeping and drooling next to you. And it’s morning already. “Hey. Wake up.”

“Huh?” Kara wakes up confused. It’s clear she didn’t want to sleep in your bedroom as she looks around to finally realize where she is.

“Can I speak to our daughter, please?” Lena asks and you take a deep breath. Kara doesn’t say anything. She puts your laptop back on the desk, and leaves your bedroom. Lena sits on your bed next to you, and pulls you in so you can lay your head on her lap. She then plays with your hair. “Do you want to keep pretending you’re asleep while I talk?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok.” She chuckles. “I’m sorry. You were right.”

“That’s a first.” You mumble and you can hear her smiling.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?” Lena takes a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have gone through your stuff, it’s just that your reaction scared me so much. I know you’re so much better than me, but you did exactly what I used to do with Lillian when I didn’t want her to see something.”

“You’re not Lillian and we don’t have the same relationship you two have. You don’t have to control me like she did with you.”

“I know, baby.” Lena says. “You’re right again.”

“Well, that’s the second time in less than two minutes. We should stop it before it becomes a habit.” You say making her laugh again, and this time you also smile. “I’m sorry I was rude. I shouldn’t have aggravated the situation. I felt cornered and I lashed out. That was awful.”

“It was painful. We both lashed out in the worst way possible.”

“We’re Luthors, after all.” You feel a kiss on the top of your head.

“We’re Luthor-Danvers. We might get upset, but we know how to recognize our mistakes and apologize.” You hold her leg and her hands go back to your hair. “So, I’m really sorry, babygirl. The lab is yours, and I’m only going in when you invite me. How does that sound?”

“You can go in anytime. Just maybe don’t make Aly call you every time I show up at L Corp? And, maybe, don’t use the necklace’s GPS unless you have reasons to believe something’s wrong?”

“I promise.”

“And I promise I’ll be more respectful.” You look at her and she is about to open her mouth when you add. “I’ll dial back the rolling eyes and the irony.”

“Great.” She strokes your cheek. “The invention is amazing. You are amazing. I’m really proud of you.”

“Thanks.”

“I love you, babygirl.” Lena smiles at you and you can’t help but do the same.

“I love you, mom.”

[aryn-writes]

so I just need to get this off my chest

JUMIN HAN WOULD NEVER CHEAT

And look I know, all the fanfics that say otherwise are just fics that want drama and angst

But it is on my mind.

Because this man just wouldn’t and I can’t read the fics that say he does because it just... it doesn’t sound like him

Like we have seen this man with Elizabeth.

If that isn’t enough, look at his thoughts on his father’s relationships.

It took him finding MC to actually think he could be with someone.

And I just can’t imagine that he would find anyone that piques his interest more so than MC and Elizabeth do.

All the fics I’ve read about him cheating are just unreasonable???

Because yea he works a lot. But the second he sees that MC is feeling any sort of negative emotion, he stays. If he wasn’t feeling great, he would tell MC bc he doesn’t fuck around.

I can’t even imagine Jumin taking a new wife if MC died. It just doesn’t make sense.

And I was reading a fic where Jumin has been at the office for a few days and then MC feels rejected and it turns out he’s cheating

And I just...

I got so mad

Because sure he might overwork, but he wouldn’t leave MC completely alone for a week without so much as a phone call

It isn’t Jumin.

And so I’m just angry because I feel like these people are doing him wrong and he doesn’t deserve that

And I am taking note that these are just fanfics, it was just really bothering me