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Medwhump May 2024

Day 6 - Doctor turned patient

Kinda a continuation of Day 2

TW: Fetch being Fetch honestly— Ok serious TW: minor whumpee (16), whumper turned whumpee -ish, verbal abuse, tobacco (mentioned)

@medwhumpmay

Fetch still liked to call himself a doctor. Not having a license was merely a technicality and didn't take away from the fact that he spent years studying all the ins and outs of human anatomy. And do you know that saying how doctors make the worst patients? — Well, Fetch was definitely still a doctor in that regard.

Erick was pretty much fed up the moment they made it home. Fetch had somehow survived two hours without treatment after being shot in the thigh and bleeding from his artery past a badly-placed tourniquet, and he seemed determined to make that everyone's problem. And specifically Erick's, since he was the only one around after Tito's men helped them get home.

With his leg injured, Fetch was unable to stand without help, and was pretty much confined to bed, having to rely on Erick to get his needs met, yet he was acting like he wasn't almost completely reliant on the teen. Telling him off when he didn't respond fast enough, complaining about his wound care, and generally just having no manners at all.

"What took you so long?" Fetch snapped when Erick walked in with the coffee he requested.

Erick stopped in the door opening, throwing Fetch a look.

"I didn't take that long," he said, "if you're going to be so ungrateful I could also just stop making coffee for you altogether."

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Fetch asked.

"I know, I know, attitude," Erick said, "what are you going to do about it? You can't even stand without my help."

"Get over here," Fetch ordered, but Erick didn't move.

"No."

"The fuck you mean, no?" Fetch asked, "get your ungrateful lil ass over here or—"

"I'm ungrateful?" Erick asked, appalled, "I saved your life! If I hadn't called Mr Rana when you passed out—"

"Oh yeah, wow, you made one phone call," Fetch said sarcastically, "what do you want? A sticker?"

"How about a "thank you?"" Erick said, "you haven't thanked me even once since I drove you to the middle of nowhere, cleaned your blood out from the van, I make you food and drinks, I help you get to the bathroom, and I've been dressing your wound!"

"So what? Do you want me to start listing everything I've done for you?" Fetch said, "because that's a significantly longer list!"

"And how many things on that list have I thanked you for?" Erick countered, "every. Single. One of them! I let you order me around to try and make up for it too, but I've had it! Make your own fucking coffee if I'm too slow."

"Erick—"

SLAM!

Honestly, he didn't mean to close the door that hard, but it seemed like a good closing argument at the time. Especially when Fetch started yelling at him through the door.

"Erick when I get out of this bed you're dead! You hear me? ERICK!"

Erick ignored him, heading back into the kitchen and pouring some milk into the coffee so he could drink it himself. In hindsight he probably shouldn't have stormed out, but on the other hand, it was probably safer to wait until Fetch had cooled down first. He almost hurried back when he heard a distinct thud coming from the bedroom, but he didn't even need to convince himself to stop as Fetch immediately began cussing at him. As if it was his fault that he tried to get out of bed without help.

After he finished the coffee, he looked at the pile of dishes in the sink and decided to start cleaning those to pass the time. He had half a mind to just go for a walk, but that might just cause Fetch to get even angrier instead of calming down like he hoped he would.

After finishing the dishes, he listened for any more yelling, but it seemed Fetch had at least settled down a bit. Erick sighed, taking a moment to gather some courage before going to check on him. He tried to approach the door to the bedroom quietly, but the floor had the annoying tendency to creak under his weight at the worst moments.

"Erick!" Fetch immediatelly snapped from the other side of the door, "open this goddamn door! If you think I'm going to shout any apologies through a door you'll have another thing coming!"

Erick rolled his eyes, before pushing the door open. Unsurprisingly, Fetch was lying next to his bed, half trying to sit up on his good leg.

"About time," he said, "help me up."

Erick didn't move, nor did he respond. Fetch glared daggers at him.

"Help me up, please." he said through gritted teeth.

Erick strongly suspected he could get hurt, but not helping him up after he so painstakingly said "please" would just be plain mean. He nodded, stepping further into the room and carefully helping Fetch up, letting him lean on him so he could get high enough to drop himself back onto the bed. So far so good, until Fetch kicked at him with his good leg.

"Ow! That's your thanks?"

"Shut the hell up," Fetch said, "you have no right—"

"I'm doing the best I can!" Erick said, "Is it too much to ask for a little patience? It's not like you have other places to be."

"It'd be easier to be a little more patient if you would get me my goddamn smokes," Fetch grumbled.

"I'm sixteen! Who in his right mind would sell me cigarettes?" Erick said, "just hang in there for one more week and then you can try walking to the corner store to buy them yourself."

"For fuck's sake— Just stop talking back and get me that coffee. Please."

"I'll make you a fresh pot," Erick said, "if you can survive the wait."

"Fuck off, Erick!"

"Actually, I just remembered we're out of coffee," Erick said, "so I'll have to walk to the corner store and buy some first. Do you need to use the bathroom before I go?"

"...Fine."

"That's too bad then," Erick said, stepping out of the room again.

"God dammit— When I get out of this bed I'll—"

"I know, I know, you'll kill me," Erick said, finding Fetch's wallet on the kitchen table and taking some money out, "do we need anything else while I'm going to the store anyway?"

"...The first-aid kit can probably use a refill by now," Fetch replied.

Erick could tell he was seething, but there was nothing he could do in this state, and Erick caught himself enjoying it. He would probably come to regret it once Fetch had the strength to punish him again, but for now...for now he might as well enjoy it.

"I promise I'll be right back, okay? Please don't try to get up on your own again," he said, pausing in the doorway again on his way out.

"I hope you get run over," Fetch said.

"Sure you do," Erick said sarcastically, before taking off.

Erick finally gets a little bit of retribution, as a treat.

Yes this will catch up to him later, but for now we can all enjoy it :)

I was gonna include a whole bit of Erick changing his dressing too, but idk it felt a bit too intimate and that's NOT the kind of relationship they have and it felt super awkward so I decided against it. Maybe some other time, idk.

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[nightwanderers12081]

quietly boosting our other fic

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types, Sonic the Hedgehog (Video Games)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Shadow the Hedgehog/Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog & Sonic the Hedgehog, Rouge the Bat & Sonic the Hedgehog, Rouge the Bat & Shadow the Hedgehog

Characters: Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog, Rouge the Bat

Additional Tags: Post-Game: Sonic Frontiers, Panic Attacks, Sonic the Hedgehog Needs a Hug, Mentioned Miles "Tails" Prower, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Team Dark are Family (Sonic the Hedgehog), Team Dark Lives Together (Sonic the Hedgehog), Nonverbal Sonic the Hedgehog, Sign Language, Nightmares, Night Terrors

Summary:

Tears streamed down his face. There was too much going on. Too much happening at once. He tried gasping for air only to choke on it. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. Why couldn't this nightmare just end.

A sudden warmth engulfed him. Something had slowly pulled him close. It felt soft, gentle, caring. Something he hadn't felt in a long time. Especially not here. Lavender hit his nose instantly, a flower he knew definitely didn't grow here.

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Or Sonic has a Nightmare that leads to a panic attack, Luckily Shadow and Rouge are there to comfort him.

PSPSPSPS HEY!! NEW SONADOW FIC FROM US!!

[godlyrots]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓.

PAIRING — jason todd x fox!reader.

SYNOPSIS — you can't stay mad at him.

WORD COUNT — 1126.

WARNINGS + CONTENT — pre-established relationship, previous fwb relationship. oral, fem receiving. marking. might be ooc. use of petnames. making out + messy kissing if you squint? got kind of poetic in some places for whatever reason, i'm just vv sleepy. not proof read at all lmao so if you see mistakes ignore them.

AUTHOR'S NOTE — introducing fox!reader. i've only seen the animal!reader thing the OBX fandom but since i haven't seen anyone ( to my knowledge ) do this for DC i wanted to try. i'll have different iterations of readers who'll have different personality types + aesthetics based on different animals/what i come up with for them. but they are people, not hybrids.

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"you smell nice." you're whispering into his ear and your voice is rough from hours of rehearsal with your band and jason's hands are nestled on your thighs. he kneads at the pliant flesh, his calluses providing a contrast to the smooth skin in his palms. he lets out a soft hum once your teeth find the spot you know he likes.

he's got that familiar cologne on, filled with woody elements and that beautifully rich, musky scent. it was a gift from you for his birthday last year and he wore it until the bottle was empty and sat on a shelf in his closet and he bought a new one. it wasn't the first time you've been like this, this was your way of apologizing and you knew how to be physically affectionate even if you can't verbalize it. he slightly cranes his neck once your lips work to leave hickies on his skin, the old ones were fading into a light pink hue. you stopped once his phone lit up though and jason's hand reaches for it absentmindedly on the couch beside him.

he types out a response to who you imagine to be one of his friends but he quickly places in back down and focuses on you and his eyes rake over your pouty lips with your lip gloss and lipstick all over him. you can't help but try to remove your berry coloured products off his skin. his thumb works on your bottom lip and wipes off the remaining product. "still mad?" he asks with a low voice, in a tiny mini-skirt you're all the more attractive to him. you fight the warmth that fills your belly as wetness dribbles onto your underwear.

jason secretly loves when you fight despite the fact that he thinks some of your arguments are pointless, but seeing you riled up and angry in your little skirts or a mixture his baggy shirts and shorts or just underwear. he knows that he fucked up, you guys don't keep secrets but by the end of your fights he knows that you'll end up laying on your back with his head between your thighs or you on your knees with his cock in your mouth. either way you didn't complain because you're sure that you loved watching him as much as he loved watching you.

"little bit." you're telling him as he looks at you with that same hardened expression despite him understanding that he did hurt you. his justification didn't really matter, not right now. "i hate lying, you shouldn'a done it." you add on to the few words you'd said and your voice was still hoarse.

"m'sorry, doll"

"m'sorry too, just don't hide things from me."

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you have a fistful of jason's hair in your hands as his tongue laps at your wetness and sucks on your clit like it's the only thing on his mind. the noises from both of you are borderline obscene as he keeps a steady hand on your thigh and your whines are increasing in volume, even with the music to cover up the noise. he's pulling you into him as you squirm and bite back the moans that are climbing up your throat and past your lips. "christ, jay—" you're whimpering now and it almost feels pathetic but your body is one fire, the warmth of his skin of you feels illicit and jason doesn't come up for air.

he pumps his cock with his free-hand in his pants as he listens to you and with the added pent up frustrations of you not speaking for several days and your earlier escapades has got his head spinning. he can't get over listening to you, seeing you, feeling you. it's like he's this fiend and no matter what he does he'll never rid himself of this vice, this addiction and this longing. you don't hear what he says between your thighs as it's muffled by your plush skin but you know it's something absolutely disgusting.

"y'feel too good, baby."

he can't help but moan as he continues to both eat you out and fuck his fist and he can't get enough. jason's almost dedicated to getting you off, each touch is an apology, it might as well be an act of worship 'cause this is the closest he's ever felt to god. i'm sorry, m'sorry, i'm sorry. with each lick, rut of your lips or collection of each drop of your delicious arousal.

you instinctively raise your hips once he works your clit particularly well but he pushes you back down before you can blink properly. jason knows that you're close, he can feel how you clench around his tongue as he works on your puffy cunt, he's a man with a cause, a mission. you were already horny when you decided to mark him up, leave little reminders of you but god, he's so everything.

"right there. s'perfect jay." you tell him, voice filled with lust and genuine adoration. you feel your orgasm creep up on you and he harshly sucks on your little clit and doesn't stop until you're squirming and trying to squeeze your legs together as a way to self-soothe and have the ache subside but it was no use. he doesn't stop until your cum is coating the bottom half of his face and jason's head moves up from between your legs with low eyes that don't peer away from your pussy. it takes a lot in him, everything he has, even to stop himself from eating you out until you're writhing underneath him but you seem pretty spent.

your chest is heaving and you've got these haphazard breaths that stall every few seconds and your skin is warm, covered in a mixture of sweat and your shea butter lotion that's permanently stuck in jason's mind. you kiss him so feverishly that you can taste yourself on his tongue once it enters your mouth and you're moaning into it. he pulls away though, too quickly you think, with swollen, puffy lips and those dazed eyes like he just got some of the best head of his life.

"forgive me?"

you nod once your breathing calms down and your eyes catch the lipstick and hickies all over his neck that scream you're mine.

"guessin' that means you want your dick sucked?"

there's a slight beat of silence before he agrees with you. "fuckin' blue-balled myself f'you. it's only fair."

you roll your eyes before moving from the couch to the carpeted floors infrontt of you and you're on your knees. jason's hand pulls down his pants until they're down to his ankles and he's holdin' up your cute little boho braids up with his hand.

"whatever."

[seelestia]

If you really want to write something for me (crab 🦀) then how about some Kaveh fluff because he is way to relatable right now, especially in my current situation (doesn’t have to be though, I didn’t expect you to want to write something for me so get a bit creative with it lol) 🦀 🦀 🦀

— 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 & 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲.

SUMMARY. when you offer a friend a suggestion on how to increase his efficiency, you don't expect your intimacy for him would also increase alongside it. (he doesn't expect it too.) (1.5k+ words)

CHARACTERS. kaveh + GN!reader.

GENRE. fluff, angst with comfort, friends to ??? (when ur friend starts looking a lil too good for some reason...).

CW. references to kaveh's backstory, implications of crying and stress (kaveh our beloved <//3), reader wears reading glasses (cool stuff) and rambles abt naps.

THOUGHTS. ik all kaveh simps and kinnies want to give him a hug, so here you go! i cherish him vv much. to 🦀 anon, let's just treat this as like your commissioning me in a way (i hope this ficlet is alright?? i'm rusty hhhhh) ♡

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"Ughhhhhh."

So, the rumors amongst the people of the Akademiya are true, after all; that there can never be a silence that lasts too long when a certain man with blond hair is present.

"Gahhhhhh."

For someone who is still at the prime of his life, KAVEH sure looks like he has already aged a hundred years in the span of a single night. But according to the people at the Akademiya, this occurrence is nothing out of the ordinary and as someone who has known him for years, you can absolutely concur with them.

With a hand on his temple and a heavy sigh that weighs a thousand troubles, there is no other way for the blond male to express his frustration besides verbal means — and to that, too, you are a witness sitting across from him on the table.

Guess that's just the price you have to pay for agreeing to help him when he begged you yesterday. According to him, your "job description" is just to stop him from dozing off because a deadline from a client of his is nearing way too quickly for his liking.

Thus, here you are — watching him do his work while you do your own work on a table at his place (or more precisely, his room in Alhaitham's place but you don't want Kaveh to fly into a fit of rage).

"My head hurts," Kaveh groans.

"Because you've stared at that blueprint for hours now," you answer.

"My back hurts too," he complains again.

"Because you haven't changed your position ever since we started sitting," you retort again.

If anyone were to ask for some sort of proof about the frequency of Kaveh's grumbles, the fact that you could respond so naturally and quickly while barely taking your gaze off the documents spread out in front of you, as if you've done this so many times before (which you have), would have sufficed.

"[Y/N]," Kaveh calls your name in a dramatic whine, "You're supposed to sympathize with me...!" But you don't find the need to look up from your paper when you can almost feel the pout forming on his lips already.

It isn't as if you don't want to empathize with him, but that sight of his pout happens to be quite adorable — does it count as being mean if you want him to keep it on for a bit longer? Ha, what a strange feeling.

"Then, why don't you take a nap?" you give him a suggestion as you look up to spare your colleague a glance, "I'll wake you up in about 20 minutes or so."

That look of hesitance on Kaveh's face makes you raise an eyebrow. "Sounds tempting, but are you sure doing that wouldn't waste more time instead of saving it?" the man tilts his head questioningly with a frown as if he is unsure of the right answer himself.

"Idiot," you blurt out.

Thank goodness the circumference of the table isn't wide enough to interrupt your movements as you put down your reading glasses and reach out to pull on Kaveh's cheek gently. He, as the one on the receiving end, doesn't think the gesture is as gentle as it looks though.

"Hey! Ouch, ouch—" Kaveh cries out a little yelp that is a perfect representation of his surprise. "Let me ask you this," you release his cheek from your grasp and he expresses gratitude to the Dendro Archon like never before while you continue, "Why do you think you've been staring at that blueprint without being able to function properly?"

"Uh, umm," he stammers, "...Because I feel tired, maybe?" Again, he sounds unsure of himself but that is most likely because you've shaken off half of his brain cells by pinching his cheek just now. Fortunately, judging by that satisfied expression on your face, he seems to have gotten it right.

"Good," you nod approvingly, "Naps have been proven to provide relaxation, reduce fatigue, and increase alertness. The most optimal time for adults is between 10 to 20 minutes."

Kaveh listens to you intently, but that dumbfounded look he has on almost says otherwise. Noticing this, you decide to feign an aura of seriousness as you add, "I was being generous when I offered to wake you up after 20 minutes, by the way. I could've set it to 10 minutes instead."

"You're ruthless," he gapes.

"So, are you going to take a nap or not?" you stifle a giggle.

"Seems like that's the best option I have right now," your dear friend can only shrug his shoulders defeatedly. In order to prepare for his nap, Kaveh sets aside the blueprint he has previously spent hours working on and neatly folds his arms on top of the table.

"Sleeping on a desk isn't very comfy but it'll do," he heaves out an exhausted sigh. Not even one second into placing his head atop his folded arms, he is already missing the softness of his bed back at home — but he can't really complain, so he closes his eyes in silence despite the slight discomfort.

You observe, picking up the disgruntled noises Kaveh makes as he shifts around to find the right position to lay his head. This quiet moment where your banters with him finally die down is when you can truly see the burdens weighing upon his shoulders and your gaze can't help but soften.

Despite how empathetic he appears or how his dramatic antics always elicit a laugh out of others, you know Kaveh really has been through a lot — and you wonder if you didn't suggest he take a nap, would he have neglected his health to do more in a state of low efficiency? Does he often allow himself some time to rest like this?

"You're really tired, aren't you?" your voice lowers into a soft murmur.

"...Yeah," his answer comes out quieter than your question.

"Deadlines are killing me. I know it's meant to help me be organized and all," you see how he opens his eyes to glance at the blueprint mere inches away from his face, "But right now, it's putting more pressure on me than anything."

Kaveh exhales another drained sigh, "And I still have my debts to worry about too. God, when will this all end..." His voice eventually trails off into an evident crack like he is about to choke, "So many things at once, I feel like it's all crashing on me..."

Your heart clenches. He's about to cry, you note.

"Hey," you speak tenderly. "Don't frown so hard, it'll make your head hurt more," you extend your hand to rub soothingly at the deepening frown on his forehead with your thumb. "Oh, s-sorry," his lips try their best not to tremble when he lets that apology slip, but you're not here to scold him.

"Even if it all comes crashing down on you, you'll be able to push them all off eventually, right? One at a time," you say as you rub a few more circles on his forehead to soothe his headache. You're not certain on how he'd receive your words, so you purse your lips with a tinge of reluctance, "Even now, you're still working on it, aren't you? Don't beat yourself up for not reaching your goal when you're still in the process. That's not fair to yourself."

There is a moment of silence before you hear a series of sniffles. "Curses..." he mumbles with a pathetic chuckle, "Look at me, putting this all on you when I'm supposed to be taking a nap." Just as you're about to shake your head in denial, Kaveh's eyes flicker to meet yours — and you're momentarily stunned by how they look.

Mesmerizing irises in the color of red stare back at you; they're glassy as if a single touch would make them ripple and a dam of tears will burst from it, yet filled with unspoken gratefulness.

"And... thanks for saying that," he smiles, "It's been a while since people actually took my problems seriously, s-so um, shoot—" Darn it, his tongue just has to mess up at the worst timing! Kaveh picks himself back up with a small cough, "Uh, anyway, what I was about to say is that it means a lot to me... So, thank you."

He peers at you worriedly after finishing his words, concerned that you'll laugh at him instead. But rather than a laugh, he is met with the softest smile and Kaveh swears— he swears that his heart has never thumped this hard before. Never ever.

"I'm glad," you say and suddenly, he feels oddly exposed underneath your gaze. He has always been more used to your sterner yet caring side; so, this gentleness of yours is sending inexplicable warmth rushing through his veins.

Oh no.

How is he supposed to sleep now?

Then, comes the sensation of something in his hair and Kaveh winces before registering the fact that it's actually your fingers that are combing through his hair. The shock easily fades into relaxation and he lets out a sigh of contentment, "That feels nice."

"Should I stop?" you ask.

"N-no," his hand grabs onto your wrist almost desperately as if keeping it in place. "Keep going... please," Kaveh utters the last word so meekly you almost mistake it for a whisper.

You smile to yourself.

"Sleep well, Kav."

Perhaps, you uttered those words with more love and newfound affection for him than you realize.

And maybe he, too, realizes the same.

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[lampiridaes]

# night routine

★ — char ; toya

★ — notes ; hihi sakuuu !! this was a vv cute request and i had fun writing it hehe ^_^ I HAD A CUTE SPOTIFY PLAYLIST AS I WROTE THIS SO MAYBE THATS WHY I HAD FUN <3 i hope this is to your liking, have a nice day ☆

★ — requested by ; @sweetheartsaku

★ aoyagi toya :

a total sweetheart! he's an amazing boyfriend in general, but he specializes in simple acts of service once the sun sets.

while you're busy finishing up some things, maybe homework or a short shower, toya will prepare tea for both of you. and if you aren't a fan of tea, there's always other drinks that he has! just not coffee, of course. it's late, it'd be a horrible idea.

listens to your rambling and talking as you have your midnight snack. he's just... so smitten with you, it's insane. toya never thought he'd be this in love with someone, but he is, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"...you're gorgeous."

ah, that must have caught you off guard, no? he tends to randomly blurt out his thoughts about you as he admires you. but you don't exactly mind that, now do you?

knowing toya, he genuinely meant that. he wasn't just saying that to make you blush, he was saying that because he meant it. you're always insanely gorgeous to him, any time, any day. that realization is enough to make you blush—how did you get so lucky with him?

after you finish, it's off to the bathroom for your skincare routine and brushing your teeth. toya doesn't really have a skincare routine like you, but he always finds you so endearing to watch as you do it. he even asks you a few questions as you do it.

"hm? what's this product for?"

"oh, that's just a facial cleanser, toya. it's to make sure my face is completely clean!"

i'd imagine he'd try to sync his toothbrushing with you, like in the movies or cartoons. it's a little hard, but you find toya's effort adorable.

just like that, your night routine with toya came to an end. the thought of having to go to class tomorrow was absolutely dreadful, but at least you had your boyfriend to keep you company, right?

speaking of, as soon as the both of you climb into bed, toya opens his arms for you to go in so he can hold you. which you quickly agree to, without hesitation. toya's hands are naturally cold, but everything feels so warm once his arms are wrapped around you.

not to mention, his heartbeat is a calm, soothing melody that helps lull you to sleep. it's the kind of rhythm that makes you feel relaxed, appreciated... loved. just as you're about to go to dreamland, you feel a soft kiss on your forehead, followed by a quiet chuckle.

"good night, my love. i love you..."

he always makes sure you're comfortable and happy. not only that, he'll remind you that he adores you even before slumber. it doesn't matter if toya shows you his love physically, he wants to verbally confirm it as well. just to make sure you know.

[derangedanomaly]

yugioh anon here to explain my feelings on blade (and the rest of the cast bc maybe i am a little think about them) since like anon train is doing that!!

genuinely i think blade and i would have vv rough start. i’m like super neurodivergent (can you tell lmao) so i think he’d purposefully upset me for beinf like ace in that introverted and rambler aspect. howrver i ramble about cats and anime. blade malfunctions. blade is like “y’know what you’re actually a little cooler than i thought. still a total nerd tho lmao” and then boom we friends. i think we mesh together pretty well when he���s not being too much an ass. 6/10

ace my bbg my beloved we’re autism to autism CONNECTION!!! i mention a game i like and he’s like “that reminds me of ..” and rambles on and i sit there and engage with that shit fr!! i ramble. he listens. we besties fr. however ONE of us is going to have to order at the restaraunt at some point and i’ll be honest he’s gonna have to shoot me twice for me to order. 10/10

ted. oh how i feel about this guy. rocky at first but i am vv adore animals and we would bond over the idea of livong peacefully in nature alongside silly creatures. i bake for him sometimes 7/10

chaos gets along with literally rveryone that isn’t a blatant asshole. he gets along with NIGHTMARE. yeah. guess i’m being teased or smth all the time (oh no pretty man is focusing on me oh the horror /lh) 10/10

nightmare more like mauls him to death explodes him puts him in a cauldron sends him to the rats. he’d hate me for being loud sometimes and verbal stimming. stabs me with a tentacle probably or feeds on my negative feelings like an ass. 0/10 hope he expldoe. i don’t even like classical music it makes me feel sick. i also despise old literature it sucks to decipher what the hell they mean.

YOU GOT EVERYONE'S PERSONALITY SO PERFECTLY CAPTURED IT'S CRAZY!!

Nah, but fr. You managed to get their personalities ON POINT. Good job 👍

[impsjynx]

ImpsJynx Roleplay

(Update: 09/21/2024)

Hey, my Allias Name is ImpishlyJynxed aka ImpsJynx or Imp or Jynx, Given Name Elizabeth aka Eli. I’m a (cis)woman and 28 years old (poo). I have a Stroke (7 years ago/22 years) and Aphasia (double poo).

I LOVE RP and Chat~! So sorry, a little slow on replies (15 minutes - 1 hour and 30 minutes: 1 - 3+ paragraphs for RP or 1 - 15 minutes for Chat) and just catching my errors!

I need a RP to help me strengthen of verbal communication!

Location: I usually roleplay on Discord, I’m more active than I am on Tumblr and Twitter.

MDNI: I don’t want minors here because as an adult, I am not comfortable with roleplaying with anyone younger. I also write smut and thus does not make me comfortable enough to write with anyone under the age of 18. If you’re under 18, please leave.

Smut: When writing smut, do not be shy to vocalize what you wish to see during a smut scene and what you don’t want to see.

What I’m looking for:

Long-Term RP

3rd-Person

Past Tense

Semi-lit or Literate

Multi-Para (1-3+ paragraphs)

Favorites AU:

Omegaverse/Mpreg (Favorited)

Romance (Favorited)

Original (Favorited)

Age-Up

Modern AUs (Story of Life, High School, Collage, Job, etc)

Coming of Age

Fantasy

Royalty

Fandoms and Ship:

These are not all of my fandom and ships, I can assure you, I just listed some of my favorites.

Attack on Titan

My Hero Academia (RECOMMENDED)

I prefer Prime Character: Katsuki (Dynamics: Switch/Versatile; I kind of like Bottom… to be honest 😅 please don’t kill me 😭)

Side Character: I’m good with almost anything~

Writing Sample:

Vv !Message me, I will give you a sample! vV

Message Me:

Discord: SyrinsRaven#4285 or ImpishlyJynxed

Twitter: @ImpishlyJynxed

Tumblr: DM

Thank you~

ImpJynx

[valentine-writes]

ur writing is super good!! sorry if i’m piling on with this, but any angst with miguel? i need this man put in a blender

if you need to be mean

「 tws + notes: vv possibly ooc, unedited, spider-person reader, unhealthy dynamic, assorted angst, hurt/comfort ending, reader is cold, miguel doesn't know how to deal with emotions, everyone is a wreck but they're all trying so hard :( </3 」

「 gn!reader, man idek if this is platonic or romantic tbh y'all r just messy here 」

↳ ft. miguel o'hara/spider-man 2099

author's note: THANK U SM!! and i got u!!! i am. so excited 2 practice more for him– anon please don't be upset w/ me,, but,,, (´∩｀。),,, i physically don't think i can write Pure Angst. i wud b no good at it!! :p so! hurt/comfort in the end ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐ i CANT JUS,, END IT SAD,, </3 i am so so sorry!! also so so real putting him in tha blender at the Highest Speed ever,,, he iz my milk webkin fr (lovingly) (kinda) some real quick stuff: this was gonna b short but i Overdid It and im still unsure whether i like it or not. and also. i was supposed to have the reader being mildly Messed Up™️ too cuz "hehehehe letz make this more difficult >:))" (also becuz miguel is NOT the only one allowed to have issues + too many angsts i have read where reader jus takes what miguel dishes out passively and i didn't want that) BUT I ENDED UP MAKING IT WORSE AJDHDQWHJE,,, hopefully this is. angst galore. again i am not great w this <( _ _ )> <//3

▸ maintaining a healthy relationship with miguel– in any form– proves to be difficult.

this is especially prevalent in the beginning stages of your developing relationship. you begin to learn that he is terrible with verbally expressing any affection he feels towards you. some days he seems almost so completely distant that there’s valid reason to worry that he just doesn't care about you anymore.

these worries are the furthest thing from the truth– miguel hasn't cared about someone to this extent in a while. still, he finds himself lacking, completely unable to tell you how much you mean to him.

▸ sometimes he grows fearful that he's become too attached to you. he aware he's in too deep at this point, yet conflict rages on in his mind: whether it's better to hold on as tight as he can to keep you in his life, or let you go before something rips you away from him.

part of him is worried it's only a matter of time before something happens.

these thoughts are usually quelled by drowning himself in tasks and missions, using his focus on work as a means of distraction.

when there's nothing left to shut them out, he chooses to avoid you instead of seeking reassurance.

there are times when you don't see him for days straight. he doesn't send you on any missions, doesn't contact you, actively avoids you when you're inside of the HQ– and when you eventually see him again, he avoids speaking of it. you both understand you're meant to pretend like nothing happened.

you're not beyond doing the same to him. miguel is distraught with how similar you two can be, how you reflect him and he reflects you in unique and awful ways– ways that only the two of you can understand.

▸ whenever you choose to be the one to spontaneously ditch, however,,, there are moments where he gets desperate and ends with him seeking you out,, usually by assigning you a mission just so you have a reason to come back

no matter who leaves– whether it's you or miguel– you both end up taking each other back in the end, half-heartedly reaching the unspoken agreement that this is the way you two “reconcile.” you grow accustomed to this back and forth.

you're both wonder who this is hurting more.

▸ never wants to be seen as clingy or needy. wants to convince himself he can make it on his own, that things are somehow better that way. miguel feels a deep frustration in the fact that he can't seem to process his emotions in a proper manner.

he seeks solace in solitude, even if it never fully works. he's willing to settle with feeling "okay" instead of "better." (self isolation moment.)

asking for help on missions is one thing. asking for personal help is another, which means that offering him support on his bad days is always a hit or miss.

most of the time, if someone chooses to extend their hand to him, it's typical that he swats it away and insists he doesn't need anything. he doesn't accept help easily– even when it's from you.

▸ there's always the off chance he lets you stick around. he's silent as you find a place for the two of you to sit down. once he’s comfortable, he leans against your side.

the quiet in the room isn't tense. it isn't scary. you know he just doesn't want to talk about what’s bothering him often. he can't even verbalize how much you mean to him– how is he meant to explain any of his other emotions to you?

"it's okay." you whisper, breaking the silence in the room. "just... take your time."

even though your words are as soft you can manage, it feels like you're yelling in contrast to his complete wordless state. you glance over at him. miguel doesn't meet your gaze.

"i'll be here for you," his expression softens ever so slightly at your words as you reassure him, "i promise."

he only mutters one word in response: "don't."

▸ (next headcanon based off of this art from instagram. slide two specifically.)

you can still remember the first time he ever cried in front of you. it's been a vivid memory in your head ever since it happened– not because of why it happened– but because of how it happened.

"you haven't been around for days, miguel." it's been almost more than a week since you've last seen him. this time, you sought him out– not to bring him back into your life, but to confront him one last time. after deliberating for longer than you cared to mention, you finally decided you were going to make things right or get out of his life for good.

and there he is, standing on his platform. it's lowered to the ground, the orange holographic screens surrounding him empty, displaying nothing. they emit a soft glow in the dark of the room.

"tell me what's wrong." you demand. the tone in your voice is unfamiliar to him. you're not making any effort to conceal how thin your patience has been wearing.

his back is turned to you. he doesn't say a word until you approach the lowered platform he stands on.

"go away."

"what? like you've been doing this entire time?" you retort.

"go away." he repeats more forcefully. his anger doesn't scare you away. nothing ever does.

you stare at him unflinchingly. "not until you tell me what's wrong."

miguel knows you're going to stand firm. you're going to stay until he tells you. as he lifts his head, glancing over his shoulder to speak to you, you brace yourself– you wait for him to yell. to lash out. anything.

he just looked at you. his eyes, stinging with tears, meeting your stare.

you don't remember what was hurting him that day. you can't recall what made him breakdown in front of you. no, this is the part you remember.

miguel's large frame looks so much smaller as he attempts to shrink himself, as if trying to hide from you. he averts his gaze, trying to blink back the tears and fails horribly.

he has nothing left to do. miguel hides his face in his hand, even if it’s only the two of you in the room. he’s humiliated– completely ashamed– that he can’t seem to stop his crying. for a moment, you’re frozen, unsure of what to do.

it's a drastic change from how you know him. standing in front of you, miguel seems more like an inconsolable child, rather than the detached and icy person most knew him as.

"don't look at me." those are the only audible words miguel manages to choke out between stifled sobs. he cries like a little boy.

and you hate it. you hate how hard he makes it hard to stay angry at him. you hate that no matter what you do, you can't stay away.

the tension in your body dissolves slowly, jaw unclenching as you sigh to yourself. you’re caving already.

it takes you a moment, but you know you can't leave him like this.

slowly approaching him, you quietly wrap your arms around him from behind, gentle enough for him to pull away from your touch if he didn't want it. he doesn't protest. you swear you can feel him subconsciously lean in.

"it's okay," you mutter, "i got you."

▸ miguel makes sure to talk to you the next day after you comforted him. to your surprise, it wasn't to tell you to keep that moment between the two of you– he knew you well enough to know you wouldn't say a word.

he was there to say thank you. simple and plain as that. he thanked you for sticking around. thanked you for being there even though he constantly pushed you away.

and you couldn't find the energy to respond. horribly disheartening to miguel, considering this is the most effort he had put in to communicate with you– but understandable. he didn't push you any further.

as awful as it felt to know, you didn't want a thank you. you didn't need his gratitude for your stubbornness.

it was much too late for a thank you to resolve the days he left you without a word, only to return expecting everything to be the same. it was much too late for a thank you to make you feel better about the fact you ended up comforting him even after everything. those words couldn't fix anything.

you wanted a goddamn apology.

▸ it's been almost three weeks since you'd last been seen around the spider society hq.

nobody seemed to be aware of the reason for your sudden disappearance. miguel was worried sick.

his temper is shorter, his patience is waning, and he’s willing to snap if anyone even mildly irritates him. it’s an unpleasant experience for everyone.

he'd tried to find you by tracking your watch, which proved to be useless. you were too clever for that– you'd made yourself undetectable, somehow disabling or destroying it before you left. miguel could’ve hunted you down, searching every place in the multiverse to find you again, once more to see you. but he didn't have to. the moment he had decided to start the search, your watch went active again, allowing him to locate where you were. like you were beckoning him over.

he didn’t hesitate to meet you there, stepping through a portal to get to you. notably, you weren’t in your own universe– but he wasn’t going to scold you for that. not now.

there you were. it was almost dream-like to him, seeing you sitting in the grassy fields in the middle of nowhere, the outline of your frame illuminated by the moonlight. the night air was filled with tension, as you sensed him approach from behind and quietly sit beside you.

he’s the one to break the silence. your name slips from his lips, as he’s about to speak up–

"hey." you greeted flatly, cutting him off. you glance at him with a weak smile, chuckling dryly. "so... you need something?"

"...no." miguel glanced around at the unfamiliar setting. just before he can get anything out, you part your lips to speak again, looking up at the dark sky, glittering above the two of you.

“i forget that new york doesn’t have the best view of the stars.” you murmur. “light pollution and all that shit… so y’know,, this is nice. i missed this type of view.”

he nods in agreement, though the small talk about the stars isn’t what he wanted from you.

you continue with your little ramble, seemingly just saying whatever came to mind. “speaking of cities– how’s your corner of the multiverse been? has nueva york been fine? feels like forever since i’ve been there.”

miguel tries not to be distracted by your casual conversation or your obvious allusions to your absence. he sees the way your shoulders are held tense, the way your gaze flits over at him expectantly– miguel knows you’re just waiting for him to talk about it, anticipating what he’s oing to say next.

"i– look–” he takes in a breath, finding the words he had been planning to say all this time. “i know. i know i messed up, and i messed up a lot. …i just came here to tell you i'm sorry. for everything."

there’s a momentary lapse of silence between the two of you. the tension is immeasurable as he watches you shift your sitting position, facing him entirely.

"you should be. asshole."

miguel sighs. “i… really should’ve expected that.”

“you know, migs? i tried so hard to just leave you alone.” the previous confidence in your voice wavers. there’s no bitterness in your words, no malice. he hears it in your tone: you’re just worn down, utterly emotionally exhausted.

he hears a sniffle, causing him to turn his full attention to you. the tears glisten as they fall from your eyes and drip down your cheeks. you make no attempt to shy away.

“what are we gonna do now?” you ask, looking over at him. your voice is faint. small. “i can’t let you go– and for fuck’s sake, you won’t even let me– so… what now?”

“i… don’t know.” he confesses. his hand makes his way to yours, placed atop it. his other wipes your tears away, trembling as he touches your cheek with all the tenderness there is, like he’s afraid he might hurt you. he whispers your name again, and it is the sweetest sound you’ve heard in a while.

miguel usually thinks he’s no good at comforting others. but in this moment, you would’ve never known that. he doesn’t hesitate to pull you into an embrace, holding you in his arms like you’re the most precious thing in the world. he’s not leaving you to suffer alone. he’s not leaving you like that ever again.

“you don’t have to forgive me.” he whispers to you. miguel knows he can’t repair all the damage he’s done. he knows you might never be able to look at him the same. And for once, he’s fine with that. he just needs to know you’ll be okay. “...just, please. let me do this for you.”

[mebkie]

ok now i can properly bitch and complain

i said it in the tags of a reblog but uhmm :3 BAD shout out to the minor on tiktok who said barkbeetle was proship cus???

the LEAPS and BOUNDS this kid makes to call it PROSHIP WHEN YOU COULD JUST SAY YOU DONT LIKE IT? LIIIIKKKEEEE??!!!

if this is bait (and i pray it is) i FELL for it SOO BADD but its like. ass o clock in the morning lol

untagged cus this aint going in the main 😭😭

break cus the rest of the convo is down there vv

TRANSCRPT OF MAYOR OF YAPPINGTON USA'S TIKTOK:

Reasons why barkbeetle is proship: Reason 1: Mark has a job and Pest doesn't, the power imbalance. And also if they break up, Pest will no longer have a stable income and will have to resort to stealing again. Reason 2: Pest has a very abusive attitude, and he would obviously be emotionally abusive towards Mark, maybe even physically, because Mark just want to feel good after the divorce so he'd date Pest, but then Pest is just obviously just so rude and he'd abuse him emotionally, and verbally. Reason 3: Mark hates bugs, and Pest is a bug, and it has undertones of racism because of the species difference. And the fact pest steals and Mark works, they have different species customs obviously, and we can see what species are [in matters] because pest is stealing and mark is working class. mark hates bugs, aka people who steal, aka lower class citizens, like it's a weird fetish relationship.

[admitting, idk what this person says right here, that's just my best guess cause the video is sped up]

TRANSCRIPT OVER.

HUUUHHH? I COULDN'T MAKE THIS SHIT UPP?? HELLPP THE RACISM OF THIS KID AND THE FUCKING ABLEISM LIKE

DID WE ALL LEAP OVER THE FACT PEST HAS ASPD & NPD? PEST ALSO NEVER? TALKS UNLESS SPOKEN TO? like 6 times (minus his idles/spawn messages) he speaks first to a person, most of that is to poob and once is to reddy about tinkering with the robot 😭

these r all VERY BOLD ASSUMPTIONS by this person and i PRAYY its bait but if its NOTT 🙏🙏🙏lord forGIIVEE MEEEE 🙏🙏🙏

[stormyoceans]

vv brainrot continuation:

and again the hangover pill is a hangover karbonak

you're deeply and passionately in love (dude, did you lose your twin puen at birth?)

august’s interview reminded me so much of puen’s interview in ep12

day and talay "i don’t think anything about him, but i’ll come to him with a guitar to sing love songs to say how important he is to me" (day doesn’t have a guitar yet, but he behaves in such a way that he’ll now start singing love by paradox)

in all universes, seat belts are a source of great tension.

puen’s methods of influencing day and talay are the same (you don’t run with me bcs you think about me differently. who were you thinking about when i directed the scenes? about a guy named tun?)

bed scene (fandee na talay)

why are you smiling mork? (talay is your smile)

can you tell me about rung (p'peng, you can tell me about the life of tun)

smells (we've discussed this many times, but why not say it again)

cover your ears (idk it just reminded me of the childhood fuss of puentalay when they were filming a video message to joob)

you're doing this bcs of the car (the theme is “falling in pretend love to return to your universe”)

we're bf now (at least they didn't have to kiss 40 times before they verbally admitted it)

wedding (leave your drinking yogurt and bring a bag of chips or it's not canon). soft pink balloons (i'm already crying) i'm beaten out like a dusty carpet. how are you doing with brainrot, monica?

PINKYBRAAAAAIIIIIIIIIINNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD IM SO HAPPY TO HEAR FROM YOU AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! BUT WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT YOU SENT ME THE BRAINROT FOR EP 6 AND I DIDN'T GET THE MESSAGE 😭😭😭 TUMBLR MEET ME IN THE PIT IM GONNA FIGHT YOU

i may have gotten a little bit worried ;;;;;; im so glad you're okay tho!!!!!!! and i know it's really annoying to write down something all-over again but if you ever felt like rewatching ep 6 and trying to send me a new brainrot, i'd love to read it!!!!! (but no pressure, of course!!!!)

ANYWAY. BACK TO THE CURRENT BRAINROT. 'BEATEN OUT LIKE A DUSTY CARPET' IS ACTUALLY A PERFECT DESCRIPTION OF HOW I FEEL ON A PSYCHOLOGICAL EMOTIONAL SPIRITUAL MENTAL AND PHYSICAL LEVEL AFTER THIS EPISODE. ESPECIALLY WHEN I THINK ABOUT THE PUENTALAY PARALLELS LIKE CAN YOU BELIEVE WE REALLY GOT A MARRIAGE PROPOSAL ONE???????? INSANITY DERANGEMENT LUNACY MADNESS THEY'RE DOING IT ON PURPOSE AND NOT EVEN P'AOF HIMSELF COULD CHANGE MY MIND

my brainrot pretty much looks like yours tbh, however the cover your ears scene immediately made me think about puentalay pinching each other's cheeks in ep 4

I JUST LOVE OUR SILLIES SO MUCH

also!!!!! kind of a reach, but the way the almost kiss at the end of this episode was framed reminded me very strongly of the puentalay one in ep 5

and both of them were interrupted, one by a phone call and one by. Pain.............

but honestly the dynamic between mork and day in this entire episode was so puentalay coded to me like the way mork was pursuing day while day played hard to get but you could still tell he was enjoying every second of it is just. it's puentalay. like idk what else to say it's THEM

THE PARALLEL UNIVERSE THEORY HAS NEVER BEEN MORE REAL

[ranahan]

Reduplication in Mando’a

Reduplication is fairly common amongst the world’s languages, though the Indo-European languages don’t do it so it may be unfamiliar to Europeans. What it means is simply repeating a part of the stem. Reduplication is a derivation just like any other, so it has predictable form (it’s not any random part that repeats) and meaning (just like other affixes share a general sense of how they modify the stem, so does reduplication—however, derivations can and often do veer off from the original sense considerably).

What reduplication in Mando’a looks like

Reduplication in Mando’a takes the form of a prefix:

1. In stems beginning with a consonant, the prefix is CV-

2. In stems beginning with a vowel, the prefix is VC-

Where C can be a consonant or a consonant cluster and V can be a vowel (short or long) or a diphthong. For example:

CV- reduplications:

sol > sosol

shuk > shu’shuk

briik > brii’briik

VC- reduplications:

ad > adade (adad-e, plural form)

The vowel in the prefix may dissimilate, like in other Mando’a affixes. For example: tug > ta’tugir.

CV(C) and VC are the most common syllable types, but there are a few roots/words that are VV (for example aai). There aren’t any canon examples of how to reduplicate those, but I’d hazard a guess that the prefix could be VV (e.g. *aai’aai, which is a bit long so maybe that would get chopped down to *ai’ai or something).

What reduplication in Mando’a means

Here Mando’a doesn’t do anything fancy—reduplication in Mando’a has two senses, which are cross-linguistically the most common ones amongst the world’s languages:

1. Iterative

Iterative reduplications are ones where the meaning itself is a repeating action or an increase in number.

For example:

ad, ‘child, person’ > adade, ‘personnel’ (a bit funny one, since it’s technically a double plural)

briik, ‘line’ > brii’briik, ‘grid’

*tug-, ‘again, repeat’ > ta’tugir, ‘repeat’

*sol-, ‘one, number’ > sosol, ‘equal’

buir, ‘parent’ > ba’buir, ‘grandparent’ (possibly, although this could also be bah-buir, cf. ba’vodu)

2. Intensive

Intensive reduplications are ones where the meaning is intensified, for example:

shuk, ‘rift, tear’ > shu’shuk, ‘disaster’

yai, ‘belly, womb’ > yai’yai, ‘richly nourishing’

Most reduplications in Mando’a are nouns, but sosol and yai’yai are adjectives, so both are possible. Reduplications themselves can then be used to derive other words, for example slap a verbal suffix -Vr on and you get a verb.

Bonus: non-canon reduplications

Here’s a few examples of how you can use reduplication to derive your own words:

*sen-, ‘fly (action)’ > sesen, ‘fly (an insect)’ (could have the sense of “lots of flying things”—when do they ever appear one by one?—or “to fly/flutter/buzz around repeatedly”)

rud, ‘around’ > rarud, ‘spiral, helix’

dul, ‘half’ > dadul, ‘quarter’ (can’t claim the glory for this one: it was first coined by Tal’jair, then tweaked by Tuuri, then further tweaked by me—I liked dadul over dudul, but tbh either would be fine)

shonar, ‘wave’ > sho’shonar, ‘surf, waves’ (could equally well be *shonare, or maybe even *sho’shon; I liked the repeating sound like waves beating the shore)

Post more in the comments/replies!

[sixosix]

HIII OH MY, OH MY GOD. the first shot i read from you was sleight of hand and i was ,, hyperfixating on it .. f-for a w h i l e. AND SAW BITS OF THAWED AND AND AND- i read it. finally. at the perfect time too (bc my life said so). PLSLSLS I JUST- /inhales. i had smth scheduled for tmrw but i chose to binge read thawed til 3:00am. was it worth it? yes. you don’t have to ask. i am happy, i am very happy with that decision six omg i’m.

update: i read all ur lyney drabbles now as well too (casually admitting i’m obsessed), III LOOOVEE YOOURR LYNEYY CHARACTERIZATIONN !! >< I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT U DID A VV GOOD JOB WRITING HIM (i also wanted to let you know how much of a chokehold ur writing has over me and verbalizing my feelings is so hard bc when i think of smth (you) everything else just seamlessly falls into place as i emphasize my sentences,,,i pray they were tucked in cohesively,,, AH. i appreciate ur works sm !! ty for feeding us !!! OH AND AKAGI’S ARTS HUZZAHH. inspired me sm. . . doodling thawed mc x lyney atm .. I’ll show u when i can !! take care six mwa

U MIGHT DOODLE THAWDD MC AND LYNEY?? oh please u have to share if u actually do it. i am inhaling and exhaling heavily.

first of all thank you so much for taking the time to write this ask!!! you are so sweet 😭😭😭😭🫶 also good luck with what u have scheduled,,,, i cant believe thawed took ur precious sleep wtf. IM SO GLAD U LIKE THE SIXOSIX LYNEY!!! he is a joy to write, especially as someone who just took a risk and thought “what if i write for this guy” !!!!!! hope u have a lovely day!! u take care too <33

[elizabethxolsenn]

Jigsaw

Natasha x Reader

Warnings; Mentioned smut, sad Nat, Scars, brief sh, Red room.

Summery; Natasha Asks you to stop before you get anywhere.

Vv short and sweet :)

Sitting on top of your girlfriend, what a dream. Her hands were in your hair, scrunching it, trying to be careful, your hands moved around her jeans, looking for the button, finding it, you carefully and slowly move it through as means not to hurt Natasha.

You pulled away from the assassin and kissed her collar bone. Giggling into her, “No! Stop!” Natasha breathed, you’re glad you could hear her, you furrowed your eyebrows and pulled away. She attempted to steady her breathes, wanting to help, you reached to her your hand on her chest, something you’d read online.

“Please! Don’t touch me.” You pulled away and nodded. Losing all physical contact with Natasha. She sat there, you could here her breathing, almost like a panting dog, she couldn’t breathe, it was evident. Her pupils shrunk and you reached to her, pulling away, remembering her previous statement.

“Baby..do you need your inhaler?” She shook her head, that no, she didn’t. She held a hand up for you to wait. She could do this, you quietly praised her. “It’s okay, Tash. You’re doing so well.” Her breathing slowed, she looked up at you. Her eyes were glistening with tears, her cheeks and nose were red. “I’m sorry..I just..the r-”

“The bad place.”

Natasha nodded when you cut her off. That’s what you had called it. You knew Natasha never wanted to go back to a deep place in her emotions. She looked up and you and wiped a falling tear, “Can I touch you, Natty?” Your hands remained on your bed until the answer arrived, she slightly nodded, still looking at the bed. “Verbal, please.”

Verbal consent was always what you wanted, a nod was never enough.

“Yeah..you can touch me.”

You immediately grabbed her face, smiling to her. You pulled her onto your lap and laid back as she straddled you, she looked down on you, hesitant to put her entire weight on you. You softly buttoned her jeans back up, an kissed her tummy. Grabbing her hips you pulled her down onto you. She squealed lightly. Your hands were loosely in the bottom of her shirt. You ran your fingers over a scar above her hip.

“I don’t know what happened..I- we’ve done it before I just..” You sat up oh your elbows and pecked her lips lightly to reassure her it was okay. That you’d never judge her. She’s been through hard times and everything haunts her at one point, you leaned over and reached to switch the knob on your record player to play. You let Natashas favorite Taylor swift album play. Your hands ran up and down her thighs gently, you could hear her soft singing, as always she sounded angelic.

You hum along to the music, Natasha smiles, she knows she had no need to apologize. You always made Natasha feel safe. There was no place she’d rather be than with you and listening to ‘The very first night.’ Nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to you. You were forever a safe space. Someone she could talk to about anything.

You run your hands over her arms. Lights scars trickled along them. You bite your lip lightly and look up to her. Natasha, very unaware of what’s happening around her, looks to you and smiles, she’s finally happy, happy with her life, happy with herself. She frequently reminds you of how you got her there. How you held her each night as she cried and how you healed her each time a new wound arrived, the way you reminded her that none of it was her fault. For that she loved you. You overlooked her flaws and found a way for her to live with them.

“Y/n, baby, I love you” She adjusted herself and laid on your body, her arms around you protectively, you mirrored her and held her in your warm arms. She sighed and kissed your neck gently.

“Thank you.”

[derangedanomaly]

wiaaiwait we can get COMPATABILITY??? hhrokay i will be normal about this. for ace/blade before i get into this!

i’m actually really academically smart, math is the only thing i lack in and even then i tend to score higher than others my age. i’m a good writer (i think) and really only good because i’m fairly observent when i wish to be. i’m very detail oriented, always trying to know what i say before i talk about it. sadly, i’m not verbally eloquent because of my likeliness to ramble and forget (CURSE YOU ADHDDDD). i’m not usually very vulnerable emotionally, but when i am it is not long. weirdly, i’m really good at being the listener when someone is having issues and spreading positivity where i can. i’m vv creative (i think..?) and like to make up fun little ideas to try and make myself and others happy. i’m sometimes told i’m a bit too energetic, but that’s normally only when i talk about my interests. other than that i’ve been told i’m vv kind :D i’m actually really socially anxious (surprise! anon is anxious! /j) and have severe difficulty being on my own, but i’m getting better about it. i’ve been through a lot and i’m pretty sure i’ll go through more, but i’ll always perservere!

okay okay, outside of personality i really like video games, fashion, cats, plushies, singing, the arts in general, comforting anime, and psychological horror.

now am i epic or what /lh /hj

- yugioh anon

Ace and Blade will do the honors of doing a calculation!

FIRST UP! BLADE!

According to all calculations...your compatibility with Blade is.... 56%

"Don't feel bad you didn't scored higher, princessa~ I'm afraid that I just do not like people that are too similar to that asshole Dust-"

Oh-Oh! Seems like our connection with Blade got cut off! What a bummer..!

Next up, ACE!

According to all calculations...your compatibility with Ace is.... 89%

"Yes, hello. I have to say, I'm fairly surprised by your report card. I admire your knowledge, as well as your hobbies. I have to admit, I really felt a...spark, seeing your report card.. w-would you...uh...like to go out?.....sometimes?"

Unbeknownst to you...he was already waiting at your window, watching you intently...

[lume-nosity]

nerdy bf kazuha hcs !! (ugh yk kazuha is so yk like he's 🥰🥰 and like kazuha is so 😍😍😍😍 and then when he 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

contains: highschool au, mentions of other characters, mentions of getting high lol, kazuha wearing glasses 😋😋😋 (i hc that this man is blind. thick glasses, like a 200+ grade on his glasses.)

notes: here in the philippines, you just sit in one classroom with all the same people. so basically you and kazuha are in the same section, and he sits riiiight beside you. aside that this is vv messy lol, and my first time writing a hc format !, this was to make up for that kazuha fic for valentines that i didn't write lol

how is he like before classes?

he's running with you, why? he woke up late and rushed to class with you 💀

you're probably bugging him while he's spending free time in the library !!; "i need to study, dear..", he says, as he continues to be favored by most teachers...

of course — you have your own things to do and such so, you and him may just be staring at each other... until he's caught off guard by a mutual friend.

since kazuha and you decided to make your relationship public, kazuha has been suffering a few stolen haikus. you two have very few fingers to point, yet not a single one has been recovered.

how is he during class/in the middle of the day?

he's insufferable and cute, but mostly insufferable in the good way.

he's good at studying. he is smart, very, but when it comes to his "deep poems" it's probably something he scribbled while he was high lol.

in your row, (from left to right) you have kazuha, you, ayato, and yoimiya. whenever the other two aren't paying attention, kazuhas definitely teasing you.

...

"why don't you understand? it's quite simple..."

"just let me copy a few missing sentences??"

"no 🥰"

"little shit."

...

and oh man when you're daydreaming infront of him??? and he sees it???? AND YOU'RE STARING AT HIM FIXING HIS GLASSES?????? damn bro he's so fine

kazuha, while being a good student and never causing any fuss (at least nothing serious), might be reprimanded by teachers for paying attention to only you. jesus, it's a miracle you two have not been separated away just yet.

good lord he's honestly so demonic 😭, like you'll ask him "hey 'zuha, can i get some notes from you? i didn't copy fast enough.." and then he'll deny you for a bit before letting you copy 💀

and yk whats sexy and cool? volunteering to answer — you get nervous each time he raises his hand though...

does he bring you back home?

you bet your ass he does, and he's on time too. your poor boyfriend (not really, he does this willingly) multi-tasks while walking you back home, he's writing an essay or something 💀

maybe he might've been writing a haiku that'll be stolen if he doesn't put it away, but who knows? because it certainly isn't you.

...

"what 'cha writing?"

"a haiku, why?"

"can i see? please? just one, tiny glance.."

"as much as I'd like to, no sadly. i'm not finished oka-"

...

you proceed to a) attack him verbally, asian mom style b) keep staring in hopes that you'll be able to see it or c) snatch it away from him (never been successful)

...

i made this to deny and cope because i have a crush on my guy friend now because omg i... i think i... like him 😟 pssst some of the teasing kazuha does is very much based on my crush 🤯

i'm so disappointed in myself

my goodness

this is really good… i can clearly picture that whole thing in my head. kazuha with glasses… so fine tbh. (aha i have glasses too we could be twinning then)

kazuha please let me copy your notes fr like i’m too tired for school HDHAJC

also… did i read that last part right 👁️? another mutual has a crush on someone too?

wow, interesting, seems like a bunch of my mutuals have crushes that i wasn’t aware of? it’s cute, really. (not in a teasing way but in a more genuine way because i’m audibly going ‘aww’)

if you really do feel that way towards your friend, and would like to end up with him, (or you’d like to shoot your shot) i answered an ask similar to that here

either way, no matter what you do, i hope it works out well <3

[artandthebible]

David with the Head of Goliath

Artist: Alessandro Turchi  (Italian, 1578–1649)

Genre: Religious Art

Date: circa 1620s

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Collection: Private Collection

David & Goliath

David was more than just a musician; he had the heart of a warrior and a set of shepherding skills on the masters' level, especially when it came to the use of the sling. One day, the Philistines and the Israelites were at war; however, the two war parties were on either side of a valley, taunting each other. The Philistines, the non-Semitic people of ancient southern Palestine, had a powerful warrior in their midst, though – Goliath, who (according to the Bible) was nearly ten feet (3 m) tall. Not surprisingly, none of the Israelite warriors dared to fight him.

When David hears Goliath's vile words against Israel and God, he volunteers to battle him. Rather than insist that an older, more experienced officer (or even himself) go out to defend God and Israel against Goliath, King Saul endorses David's wishes. After some wardrobe changes (eventually donning his normal garb), David selects five river stones for ammunition and sets out to face his giant enemy. Goliath stares down at the small, young man, and chides, “Am I a dog, that you come at me with sticks?” (v. 17:43). David's verbal response is as mocking as it is audacious:

You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the Lord Almighty, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. This day the Lord will deliver you into my hands, and I'll strike you down and cut off your head. This very day I will give the carcasses of the Philistine army to the birds and the wild animals, and the whole world will know that there is a God in Israel. (vv. 17:45–46)

As Goliath charges toward David, the young man slings a stone, which hits Goliath square in the forehead, knocking him out. David then stands over the giant, grabs the giant's sword, and kills him. Seeing the youngest of Israel so easily dispatch their strongest warrior sent terror through the entire Philistine army and they fled. It also pleased King Saul who basically adopted him into his family. 1 Samuel 18:2–3 states, “From that day Saul kept David with him and did not let him return home to his family.”