#tomorrow’s promise

[topazy]

Tomorrow’s promise

Paring: Daryl Dixon x reader, Rick Grimes x sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood

Chapter: 4.06

Hearing footsteps approaching, you pick up your gun that was on the bed beside you, heart beating rapidly in your chest. You try your hardest to listen to what is being said, but there’s still ringing in your ears from the explosions and gunfire.

“Y/n?”

Swiping at your eyes, you try to hide the tears on your face. “Glenn!”

After getting shot, you went back to your old cell to gather supplies. The original escape plan never worked, so you needed to think of a new one quickly. Jace only had a few scratches, so he was mainly okay. When you found him, the car seat he was strapped into was on its side. Thankfully, the plastic at the top shielded his head, so only his arm and leg scraped off the concrete.

It could have been worse.

Beside Jace was the body of a kid, a boy who looked no more than seven with a bullet hole in his chest.

Glenn slides the cell door open; a sheepish brunette stands not far behind him. You didn’t recognize her. “I’m so glad…” Glenn’s eyes widen when he notices the blood on the floor. “Are either of you bitten?”

“No, I got hit in the shoulder. I came back inside to try to try and stop the bleeding, but I needed to make sure there weren’t any walkers before finding something to put over it.

Hearing movement in the cot, Glenn steps over and smiles while looking into it. “Hey Jace, buddy, I’m so glad to see you.”

The brunette stands awkwardly, not knowing where to look.

“What’s your name?”

“Tara.“

Glenn hands her an empty backpack. “Our cell block hasn’t been affected by the blast. There’s a pantry on the first door to the left of the door we came in.”

“Uh, yeah,” she takes the bag and goes to stock up on what little supplies you had.

“How deep is it?”

“The bullet went straight through, and it’s near the top, so I don’t think it hit anything vital.” You whine, trying to readjust your position.

Pulling your top down at the shoulder, Glenn frowns. “I’m going to get a first aid kit, then we need to go; this block will be crawling with walkers soon.”

—

You, Glenn, and Tara made it through the prison yard and onto the main road by the skin of your teeth. The courtyard was scattered with bodies; the only silver lining was most of the walkers being distracted while devouring the corpses.

“Hold him, would ya?” You don’t give Glenn a chance to respond before handing him Jace.

“No problem.”

You scan the area for other survivors. “I need to change this top; it’s drenched in blood.”

Usually you would have felt weird being semi-nude in front of Glenn and a woman you’ve just met, but now wasn’t the time to care. You were all out of breath, but there was no time to spare. You shrug off the jacket and remove the scarf Glenn tied over your shoulder.

“I’ll help you,” Tara turns and meets your eyes. She comes over and helps you remove the t-shirt you had on and tosses it on the ground. “Where’s the first aid kit?”

“In my bag.”

Without saying anything else, she goes into the bag and retrieves it. There wasn’t much inside it, a few bandages, plasters, and disinfectant wipes. You take one of the wipes so you could use it to clean Jace’s scratches later. When Tara starts to clean the wound, you bite down on your lip to stop yourself from screaming. The prison was surrounded by woods; it would be near impossible to try and find all your people, but if you screamed, the walkers would definitely find you.

“Did you see if any of our people got out?” Glenn asks.

“All I saw was my sister in that field.”

You all remain silent as she finishes putting the banged on and then helps you into a different T-shirt. You shoved whatever you could into your backpack, mainly formula, but knowing the bloodstained clothes would smell so strongly to the dead, you grabbed the first one you saw, which was a vest that belonged to Daryl.

“She wasn’t supposed to be there,” Tara says as the three of you start to walk uphill. “She had a gun, but they just swarmed her. I did it for him; I trusted him. And then he just killed that old man.”

Glenn spins on his heels, a devastated look on his face. “Hershel? Was his name Hershel?”

Oh shit.

“I forget you weren’t there,” and as soon as his intense gaze locks with yours, the emotion spills over again, and you start to sob. “The governor took Michonne and Hershel. Rick tried to reason with him, but he killed Hershel in front of us; that’s what started all this. I’m so sorry.”

“Brain, that man told us you were bad people. I know it’s not true. I can see it’s not, so what we did, what I did… I mean, I’m a piece of shit. Why would you want my help?” Tara turns and starts walking away.

“Because you’re alive, and like it or not, we need each other.”

“I have to find Maggie.”

Tara faces Glenn, her eyes glistening with tears. “Who’s Maggie?”

“My wife.”

“You guys got separated?”

“I was on the bus, and then I got off to help, and she didn’t see me.”

“How do you know if she made it?”

“Our people are survivors,” you say softly. “We’ve already lost too many people. We need to believe the ones we love are still alive—walkers.”

Glenn hands Jace back to you and starts stabbing the walkers coming out of the tree line in the head. Tara quickly joins him, but you struggle to know what to do. You pick up a branch that’s lying on the side of the road and do your best to whack walkers on the head while struggling to hold your baby.

An army truck drives up along the road and stops inches away from Tara. You drop the branch and pull out your gun; you hadn’t even checked to see if it still had bullets in it. “What do you assholes want?”

Two men and a woman get out of it. A redheaded man chuckles, “You’ve got one hell of a mouth on you. What else have you got?”

—

Your first opinion of the people in the truck was mainly right. Assholes. The redheaded man was called Abraham, and he treated killing walkers like a sport. He was smiling while doing it.

“So what happened to you?” Rosita asks. She was traveling with the two men in the truck, and from what interactions you observed, she was in a relationship with Abraham.

“Our home was attacked. We made it out but lost track of the rest of our people.”

Before she can ask anything else, Glenn suddenly wakes up. He goes to sit up, but you stop him, “Hey, take it easy. You’ve been out for some time.”

Tara hands him a water bottle. “Drink.”

He inhales sharply, “Where are we?”

“I don’t know. Away from the walkers starting to close in on us.” A horde from the prison had started migrating back towards the woods; you had no choice but to go with the strangers you had just met.

He tries to stand up. “Did we pass the bus?”

“Yes, and sit down before you fall out of this truck!”

“What did you see? What did you see?"

You look towards the tree line, not wanting to see how his face would fall. “Everyone on it was dead, but I didn’t see Maggie. Rick, Carl, Daryl, and Sasha… none of them were on the bus.”

You didn’t want to use the phrase ‘our people’ because it would be disrespectful to those that died, but none of the people you considered family was on the bus. You lean back against the metal barrier behind you, holding Jace close to your chest.

“We need to get off.”

“We can’t—“

“We need to get off!”

Glenn was now screaming for them to stop the truck, but all you could think about was keeping Jace safe. You needed to find your brother, nephew, and Daryl, but right now your son came first.

“Unless you want every walker within a mile to hear us, you need to quiet down. I know this is hard, but we need to regroup before doing anything.”

“We should be on this truck; we should be looking for our people!”

“I know, I know,” you struggle to hold back tears. “Believe me, I know how it feels knowing they are out there, but we have no ammo or transport of our own. I need to go with whatever is the safest choice at the moment for Jace.”

“So you’re just giving up?”

“Of course not. That’s my brother, nephew, and… Daryl that’s out there. Not to mention the rest of our friends, but I can’t take my baby into the woods unless I know I can protect him.”

Glenn’s expression softened slightly. “So what’s our plan?”

“Right now we try to rest while on this truck. At some point we will go by somewhere that will have some type of supplies or a vehicle. Once we have that secured, then we go find our people.”

—

Daryl knew he was being too rough on Beth; she was just a teenager. But she was also the only person who had escaped with him; she had been irritating him for days, and now she was the sole target of his outburst. It’s not until Beth stabs the walker he has pinned to a tree Daryl realizes how much of a jackass he is being.

He and Beth had been stuck together since escaping the prison and staying in a small cabin together. Adding in the fact they had been drinking hooch, they were bound to clash at some point.

Beth looks at the walker he had been continuously shooting arrows at. “If anyone found my dad—“

“Don’t,” Daryl snaps. “It’s not even remotely the same.”

“Killing them is not supposed to be fun.”

Her comment fuels his anger; none of this was a game to him. He was trying his damn hardest to keep her alive. Daryl steps closer to her. “What do you want from me, girl?”

“I want you to stop acting like you don’t give a crap about anything. Like nothing we went through matters. Like none of the people we lost meant anything to you. It’s bullshit!”

He’s taken aback by the brutality of the statement. Did she really think he didn’t care? That wasn’t true. “Is that what you think?”

“That’s what I know.”

Daryl tries to hide the fear in his voice, but it doesn’t work. He pushes Beth away from him when she reaches for his arm, “You know nothing.”

“I know you look at me and you just see another dead girl. I’m not Michonne. I’m not Carol. I’m not y/n.”

“Don’t.”

“I’m not Maggie. I’ve survived, and you don’t get it because I’m not like you or them. But I made it. And you don’t get to treat me like crap because you’re afraid!”

“I ain’t afraid of nothing,” he says, trying to convince himself more than the young blonde.

Beth’s eyes glisten with tears. “I remember. When y/n and Glenn went on that supply run and didn’t come, Michonne turned up and said they had been taken. I remember how scared you were. You were like me. And now God forbid you let anybody get too close.”

She was wrong again; he let y/n in. She was the only person he wanted close to him.

“Too close, huh? You know all about that. You lost two boyfriends; you can’t even shed a tear. Your whole family’s gone, and all you can do is just go out looking for hooch like some dumb college bitch.”

“Don’t say that.”

The two of them step even closer, to the point they are yelling in each other's face. “It’s the truth. They are all gone!”

“Screw you,” Beth hisses. “You don’t get it.”

“No, you don’t get it! They're gone. All of them. You ain’t ever going to see Maggie again.”

“Don’t say that; you don’t know that they are dead!”

“The governor rolled right up to our gates.” Feeling his emotions starting to bubble over, Daryl turned to face the other way; he wasn’t going to let her see him cry. “Maybe if I hadn’t stopped looking. Maybe because I gave up, that’s on me.”

“Stop.”

Beth tries to hug him, but he pushes her back; the only person he’s let be affectionate towards him for years is gone. He didn’t want to feel that from anyone else. “I should have done something. Now I’ve lost them all. Rick, Carl, and Glenn, y..”—he struggles to say her name. “Y/n told me she loved me, and I never said it back. And now I’ll never get the chance to tell her.”

Regardless of what he wants Beth hugs him from behind. “You don’t know that.”

“I lost her. And Jace. He could be out there with nobody keeping him safe and y/n going crazy trying to find him.” He sobs, “She would never have left the prison without him; she would have stayed behind until she found him. I should never have left.”

“Daryl…”

“I tried to look for them, but I couldn’t; I couldn’t find her.”

He couldn’t find his family.

[technically-human]

Mandatory handjob joke

[keferon]

Monster hunter au part 9

I wanted to cook a bit more fluff before I get back to drama hehe

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oughh, BETTER LATE THAN NEVER

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PALETTE<33 ofc took the chance to draw them as a found family, and ink being over-emotional as a plus💖💥 ahh, 21 years, i didn't know he had grown so much

i would've loved to do something WAY bigger but inspiration never came as it should:( hope this is okay!

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(241102) yeonjun doing kai's guitar pick bit

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gn!reader - 18+ MDNI (jjk spoilers !!!! also just....angst. lots of angst)

you never hated the rain. satoru made sure of that.

“it’s a way to prove things are alive!” he’d beam, gaze fixed on the window as it slowly collected droplets, tracing their path down the glass. he smiled when they’d meet, rivulets diving down and onto the concrete below to join one another. as if they, too, were alive.

maybe that’s why you’d find him standing outside during storms, hair matted and clothes drenched. soaked in proof.

it’s almost fitting that it’s raining today.

almost.

the rain sounds hollow as it litters the ground. the dirt. the empty casket. for someone so loud, who filled every space with his soul and energy and mind, you would have expected more. but then again, not even the sun exploding and burning and wiping everything away until the only noise echoing through the universe is a chant of his name would be enough to capture him. to honor him.

instead, today, there’s no sound anywhere.

you want to scream, to pull out the grass and slam your fists onto the wood just to make something happen.

but it won’t make him come back.

it won’t make his arms wrap around you, pulling you into his warmth. it won’t make his lips press kisses over every inch of your skin like a promise. it won’t make those bright blue eyes linger a moment too long on yours. not ever again.

and then you’re on your knees. you’re screaming and your chest hurts and the rain tastes saltier than you remember and you feel like you’re drowning in it.

maybe then you’ll at least get to see him again.

“hey, it’s okay,” a warm voice pulls you back to the surface for a moment. but the hand rubbing your back is too small. it’s not him. “let it out,” shoko hums behind you, holding an umbrella above your shaking form.

you feel weak, like a strong enough gust of wind could blow you over. you wish it would. you wish it would throw you into the hole in the ground and cover you in wet soil and mud. even dirty, satoru would love you.

you wonder if he’d find this pathetic. he was never one for dramatic displays, especially for his sake. but then again, he never looked down on you for how violently the waves of your emotions seemed to throw you around, crashing into rocks and tumbling underwater. no, he would just rub your back and kiss your tears away. “it’s okay,” he’d whisper, “i’m here.”

but now he’s not here.

and he’ll never be here again.

and you can’t bring him back and you can’t hear his voice or his laugh or the soft little breaths as he fell asleep in your arms and you can’t say “i love you” ever again. because you won’t. you won’t ever feel what you felt for him again.

your heart is buried in the ground and no amount of digging will bring it back.

but then, more arms wrap around you. they still aren’t satoru’s, but they’re warm. in spite of the rain.

“we miss him, too,” yuji whispers. the others don’t say anything - they don’t have to, they can’t. what more is there to say?

but then, as they hug you, and you hug them, the grief gets a little lighter, just for a moment. because you’re all carrying it together. his students, his future, will hold him in their memories and bring him with them.

your head falls back, and raindrops land on your cheeks. the same places satoru’s lips used to be.

the sky matches his eyes.

maybe you can find him in the rain.

a/n: sorry :/

[topazy]

Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Daryl Dixon × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, blood

Chapter: 3.06

Merle was trying to intimidate you by dragging his blade across the metallic table in front of you. The screeching noise caused you to flinch. You had spent the last couple of hours listening to Merle interrogate Glenn, beating him senseless for information, but not once did Glenn break. His actions solidified your reasoning for refusing to tell him anything; you’d rather be tortured than tell him anything.

You were being kept in a bricked-up building; the white paint on the walls has begun to peel off with dampness, and aside from the one door leading in, there was no other exit for you to escape out of.

Standing in front of you, Merle cocks his head to the side and says, “That shirt you’re wearing belongs to my brother.”

“How observant.”

“He gave it to you?”

You roll your eyes and say, “Yes.”

“He ain’t usually one for sharing.”

You say nothing back. Your people would have figured out something was wrong by now, and your brother would have come up with some plan to find you and Glenn. Even if Rick has started to lose his mind, this would force him back into reality.

“Listen, sugar tits. I don’t want to hit a girl, but I will if I need to.”

It’s difficult for you to comprehend that Daryl and Merle are brothers because the older Dixon was so vile in comparison to his younger brother. Merle begins to rant about Rick, Glenn, and T-Dog leaving him on the roof in Atlanta to die. While Merle shares his version of events in which he’s the victim, you manage to loosen the tape bounding your wrists behind your back.

You don’t let anything Merle says rile you up, until he mentions Rick one too many times, and it causes a wave of anger to wash over you.

“All I want to know is where my baby brother is and where that goddamn sheriff is so I can make the son of a bitch pay!”

Using your free hand, you punch Merle in the face; the unexpected blow causes him to stagger back. When he’s stable, he pulls his gun out and hits you in the face, causing blood to pool from your mouth. It takes you a few seconds to register that blood is not just coming from your lower lip; you bring your hand to your mouth and feel that a bottom tooth is missing.

Merle jolts forward and clenches your cheeks with his hand. “Do you have any idea who you’re fucking messing with, girl?”

You smack his hand away. Glaring at him, you say, “I’m y/n Grimes, and when my brother comes for us, I’ll make sure he takes more than your fucking hand this time!”

Merle tenses them out of the room.

—

Your tongue becomes numb when you bite it so hard in an attempt to hold back tears. Since you told Merle nothing, the governor has tried to pry information out of you with various threats. When that didn’t work, he forced you to strip off all the top half of your clothing. When you crossed your arms over your chest to try and cover yourself, he just laughed at you.

The governor was now dragging you roughly by the arm to another part of the building, with Merle and another man leading the way, each of them holding guns in their hands.

You gasped in shock at the sight of Glenn's severe beating upon entering the next room. Blood streamed from his ears, nose, and mouth, while bruises marred his face. His left eye was so swollen that he could hardly open it.

“We’re through with games,” the governor says, pulling out his gun and pointing it at your head. “Now, one of you is going to give up your camp.” When you don’t answer, he lets out a dark chuckle. “No? Let’s see if this gets you talking.”

Feeling a sudden, sharp pain in your lower leg, you stumble forward. One of the men had sliced your calf with a knife. You spit blood from your mouth out onto the ground. “I’m not going to tell you sadistic fucks anything!”

When the governor raises her hand to strike you, Glenn blurts out, “The prison.”

The governor lowers his hand, and Merle asks, “The one near Nunez? The place is overrun.”

“How many?”

When you don’t answer again, the governor points his gun at Glenn. “You have until I count to three, Miss Grimes. One…two…”

“Eleven,” you sob.

“Eleven people cleared that whole prison of walkers?”

You nod.

Enraged, the governor places his hand on your back and pushes you to the ground on his way out. As you weep, Merle and the other man step over your body and out of the room.

Glenn rushes to your side; he tries to help you up, but you refuse since you’d be showing him your bare chest. He takes his top off, hands it to you, then turns around for you to put it on. Once it’s on, you sit upright, and you bend your leg to inspect the bleeding wound. The cut wasn’t big but looked deep.

“Fuck, that looks bad, y/n.” He moves closer to inspect your face. “The governor took your tooth?”

“Merle hit me with his gun.”

Glenn starts to look around for something to help stop the bleeding. The room you were locked in reminds you of the wooden shed in your garden that Shane used to leave his unwanted junk in.

The disgusting treatment you and Glenn received pulls at a memory—something you’d tried so hard to keep locked away inside the back of your mind. In between sobs, you say, “Rick will find us; I’m not sure how, but he will.”

—

When more of the governor's men, led by Merle, came back to torture you for more information, you and Glenn attacked them with makeshift weapons. One of the men tried to force you to stand; you stabbed him in the throat with the sharp edge of a broken pipe, while Glenn tried to tackle Merle, but you were outnumbered.

Forced onto your knees, a sob slips from your lips. The men were reloading their guns behind you, getting ready to kill you with their execution style. Glenn, who looks terrified beside you, holds your hand. “We’re going to be okay; just look at me.”

“I’m never going to see Jace again.”

“Maggie will keep him safe.”

His grip on your hand tightens as the men approach to put sacks over your head.

“It’s been fun catching up,” Merle taunts.

All of a sudden, there’s a loud bang followed by smoke, which makes it hard to breathe with your head covered. Perhaps this was their cruel way of killing you—gassing you to death.

The sack is ripped off your head, and you’re met with a familiar face.

“Rick…”

Everything is chaotic as gunfire lights up the room, but with the smoke, it was hard to see who was shooting. Rick hooks his arm around you and helps you stay upright as you run from the room.

—

As soon as Rick lets go of you to barricade the door, you stumble to the ground. He tries to catch you, but he’s not fast enough. Rick had practically carried you across the street and into a small diner, which luckily had no windows, so hopefully it would give you cover for a little while.

Maggie kneels down and tends to Glenn, who’s leaning back against the counter, while Daryl and Oscar clear the back rooms.

Rick disappears and reappears within seconds, coming out of the kitchen with a tea towel in his hand. Frantically, he ties the fabric around your lower leg, and when you yell in pain, he apologizes, “Sorry, sorry. We gotta get you two out of here.”

“How’s Jace?”

Daryl answers before your brother can. “Aside from missing his mom, the little guy is fine.”

“Carl?”

Rick's eyes soften. “Don’t worry about them right now; they are safe. Everybody in the prison is fine. Y/n, Carol is alive.”

Finally, some good news.

Maggie looks over at your brother and says, “Help me get him up.”

Glenn was starting to look a lot worse, with his face becoming more swollen with each passing moment. You’re unaware of Daryl moving behind you until he hooks his arm around your waist and helps you to your feet.

Daryl presses a kiss into your hair and says, “Shit, what happened to your face?”

“I had the pleasure of meeting your brother.”

He steps back slightly, maintaining his grip without letting go completely. “My brother is here.”

“Daryl, this was Merle,” Glenn slurs as blood mixed with saliva dribbles from his mouth.

“It was him; he did this.”

“You saw him?” Rick asks in disbelief.

Glenn nods, “Face-to-face. He threw a walker at me. He was going to execute us.”

Daryl’s loose grip on you suddenly tightens again. “So, my brothers, is this governor?”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “He’s somebody else. Merle’s his lieutenant or something.”

“Does he know I’m with you?” Although it was a simple question, the way Daryl was looking at you made you feel it was much deeper.

“He does now,” Glenn says. “Rick I’m sorry, but we told him where the prison was. We couldn’t hold out.”

“Don’t; there is no need to apologize.” Rick says, “We have a car half a mile down the road, and we need to go now before they find us.”

—

The fight to get out of Woodbury, the hellhole of a town the governor runs, was brutal. Someone shot and killed Oscar, and Daryl went missing.

A woman named Michonne waited on the side of the road with you and Glenn. Neither of you were able to walk far, so you stayed while Rick and Maggie had gone back to search for Daryl.

“Y/n! Glenn!”

Hearing your brother's voice, you get to your feet and limp over to the tree line. “Rick, did you find him?”

Your brother nods, panting, and he raises his hand. “Now we have a problem here; I need you to back up.”

You see Daryl and smile, realizing that he's alive, but the spark of happiness you feel quickly falters when you see Merle behind him.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Glenn yells, pointing his gun at Merle.

Michonne points her sword at him and says, “He tried to kill me!”

While the rest of the group argues, Merle leans back against a tree, smirking. He was enjoying the chaos his presence caused. You make your way over to him slowly, which amuses him. “Now, sweetheart—”

You cut him off by head-butting him. “That’s for my missing tooth, you asshole!”

“Hey, now, you hit me first,” he argues.

“After you beat the shit out of Glenn!” You go to take a step closer to him, but Daryl holds you back.

“You hurt her?” He barks.

“Oh, I see how it is.” Merle sneers at his brother before turning his attention back to you. “Listen, girly, we both got a few bunches in, but I had nothing to do with you being dragged around topless; bosom’s on show for all.”

Before Merle can say anything else, Rick is on top of him, punching him repeatedly. At first, nobody intervenes, but when the blows don’t stop, Daryl lets go of you and moves to pull him off. “Rick, that’s enough!”

“Rick! Stop!”

It takes Daryl, Michonne, and Maggie to finally pull your brother off of Merle. The look in Rick’s eyes was almost feral, like one you hadn’t seen in years.

—

You sit in the passenger seat of the car your brother would be driving back, watching as Maggie, Glenn, Rick, and Daryl have a heated conversation in the middle of the road. Leaning your head back, you squeeze your eyes shut. All you wanted was to get back to prison and hold Jace.

You needed to see Jace, Carl, and your niece for yourself to fully believe they were safe.

When the car door opens, you sigh. You already have a sick feeling about what is about to happen. Without opening your eyes, you say, “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

“They ain’t allowing Merle to come back to the prison.”

You open your eyes to look at Daryl, who’s crouched down to be eye level with you. He appears to be in a state of despair; it's the first time you’ve ever seen him look so defeated. “You surprised me after what he did to me and Glenn?”

“No.”

You rack your brain, trying to find any other solution that didn’t result in Daryl leaving, but there was none. “None of us want you to go.”

“I know,” he says, looking down at the ground. “Merle is coming in and out of consciousness; if I leave him on his own and a walker finds him... He’s my blood; I can’t do that.”

Your eyes cut across the road to Rick, who was patiently waiting. It stung knowing that if the roles were reversed, you wouldn’t leave your brother behind; “we’re your family as well.”

Daryl looks up at you again; this time his eyes are filled with unshed tears. “I just… I need you to know if Merle was able to protect himself. I’d be leaving here to go back to the prison.”

“What about when he’s better?”

“I’ll find my way back to you.”

[spicyvampire]

Great's Dying Brain vs Reality : The last time Great and Tyme saw/talked to each other

4MINUTES (2024) EP. 5 // EP. 6

[rmoonberry]

Secret Lovers.

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Can you draw Bocchi as a soweli?

Day 9: just a little creature

[paimt]

just realized i never posted this out loud

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Got u some snacks @cryptidmickle

[cxinis]

my comfort meow meows

[littlecrittereli]

Wanted to doodle some comfort bros to balance out the angst of my recent posts lol

Hey pookies! Just wanted to say I really appreciate all the love and support I've been receiving lately for Decoded! I always love your comments/asks/fanart/memes, it genuinely has been bringing me so much joy and I'm so grateful for it <3

I know I said I had a lot of art to post (and then proceeded to post none of it LOL) I'm just a little overwhelmed rn with some life stuff so sorry for the wait! I also have a lot asks that I haven't gotten to and I apologize for that as well!

Trying my best to keep up, but I haven't had a lot of time recently. Art's gonna be a little delayed, but don't worry Chapter 8 is still gonna come out this Saturday as scheduled!

[lycandrophile]

gay trans men: isn’t it fucked up that so many cis gay men proudly talk about how disgusting they think our bodies are, get violent when they realize they were attracted to one of us, push us out of community spaces because they don’t think we belong there, invalidate the orientation of the cis gay men who enter into relationships with us, accuse us of raping the cis gay men we’ve had sex with, aggressively misgender us and make assumptions about our bodies, act like their personal lack of desire to be with us means we must be fundamentally unattractive and morally reprehensible, and generally treat our existence like a personal attack worthy of a violent response when all we’re trying to do is exist?

those cis gay men & their friends: oh my god, you’re literally trying to force your disgusting female pussy onto gay men! this is conversion therapy! you’re a predator and a rapist and you deserve to die!

gay trans men: …we literally do not care if you have sex with us. nobody said anything about that. a lot of us are t4t, asexual, and/or already in a relationship, and the rest of also don’t want to have sex with you that badly because we would much rather be fucking someone who actually likes us; this has never been about who we personally want to sleep with. we’d just really appreciate it if you could treat us like human beings and not actively try to make the gay community hostile toward our existence. you don’t have to be attracted to us, just don’t be awful to us? and maybe, once you have that part down, ask yourself why you were so quick to assume a subset of queer people are all violent predators?

those people: HOMOPHOBES! EVIL GROSS FETISHIZING RAPIST HOMOPHOBES!