#wanted to delete the skull but also my friends and i do that so they get to do that as well it's not too much or too corny i think

[bunnibabygirl]

What’s your all time biggest turn on?

idk man I’m asexual so I don’t experience those in the same way allo people do, and it also changes a lot. When I was younger the predator/prey kink went HARD (which I totally blame Doctor Who for), and that eventually turned forest-specific, and later I went through phases of primarily being into bondage or somno or free use or cnc and so on. But because I don’t really experience sexual attraction it was the kinks/scenarios themselves I was interested in.

If you specifically mean in people I tend to find other plus size femmes with cool eyeliner and styles most attractive (aesthetically), and most of my romantic situations have been with guys who are either at least a little bit queer (I could spot a questioning “bi-curious” dude a mile away in high school) or were autistic (like me in hindsight shockingly to everyone gasps from the crowd who could’ve known).

It’s ALSO hard to answer because I’m omnisexual and feel every kind of attraction differently based on the gender & presentation of the person- the biggest things I like in women are very different from in enbies or in men for example. Honestly the biggest thing coming to mind would be music taste- meeting someone who’s just as into Nine Inch Nails as me for example? instant attraction. That’s the other thing though is not only do I not feel sexual attraction for asexual (and let’s be honest autistic) reasons, I also don’t feel a ton of difference between romantic and platonic relationships (definitely for autistic reasons). Either way I care about the person deeply, and being polyamorous I’d ideally like to surround myself with people that close to me regardless of what kind of relationship we have. I would entertain a romantic relationship with anyone, it’s not something exclusive to me or full of prerequisite attraction. My love is rare but not hard to win.

aaaaaand anyway since I’m a lil ramblyrambler and anon probably wasn’t trying to ask about any of this, I guess I default to my original answer of idk man. This blog has certainly documented some phases over the last 3 years and not everything on it still appeals to me in the same way if at all, but with the majority of my kinks being trauma informed if not altogether founded they’ve generally stayed thematically consistent. (Not to broadly pathologize kink but in my personal case I can directly trace almost all of them to ✨sources✨)

Here you go though here’s your short totally focused response that clearly and concisely answers your question have fun with that ☺️

[azrielbrainrot]

Maybe We Could Be The Start of Something

Pairing: Band member!Azriel x College Student!Reader

Description: Your friends invite you to a bar and you could never imagine who you'd meet there.

Word Count: 3294

Warnings: none

Notes: I had this idea after seeing this art and couldn't stop thinking about it. I actually had a lot of ideas for little stories in this universe but it makes sense to start with how they met. Also I know that's a terrible band name but I never had to name a band before okay. I didn't proofread this because I think I'd delete the whole thing if I did, sorry. This is really self-indulgent but I hope you like it!

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You could only blame yourself for agreeing to meet Viviane. Your skull felt like it was going to split open with this headache that has lasted all week. The only thing you wanted to do right now was try to sleep it off under your warm blankets, but instead you willingly came to a bar knowing it was just going to make it worse.

She's been telling you about this place and the bands that perform here occasionally for ages. Apparently it's a real hotspot for up and coming musicians ever since two bands made it big after starting out here. You've been turning her down for weeks so you had promised her that you'd finally come this friday, of course when you agreed you couldn't have known your week was going to be absolute shit. Though most of your days have been shit lately. That might be the actual reason Viv has been so insistent about you going out with her, she knew your mental health was ready to take a vacation and was just being a good friend.

This really hadn't been a good day to come though. Aside from your headache, your last class had also run late, making you lose your bus and barely have time to drop everything off at home and change to come meet your friends. As a little treat you also couldn't find your nice black skirt so you had to just wear jeans, you definitely needed the extra confidence the pretty skirt provided but the universe didn't seem to care about that.

The bar was already packed by the time you got there, you were almost being pushed around while you were searching for your friends. You look down at your phone to ask them where they are and see a text from Viv asking if you're still coming. Reading it makes you stop in your tracks. You can't really blame her for thinking you wouldn't show up since you've been declining every invitation lately, but seeing that she thought you wouldn't even give her a heads up hurt a little. You knew you had been distant lately but you were trying your best to deal with life and you never meant to do it at the expense of your friendships.

You're pushed out of your thoughts when someone taps your shoulder gently, making you look back at them. Turning your head you were faced with a muscular chest, slowly looking up a tattooed neck to meet beautiful hazel eyes staring back at yours.

“I'm sorry to bother you,” he says, breaking eye contact for a second before continuing, “but I think you dropped this.” He raises his hand so you can see him holding your keys. Your house keys, the ones you would undoubtedly only notice were missing when you went back home and tried to open the door. That would have been the cherry on the cake after this whole day. Maybe you should see a witch to make sure it's not actually a curse, no one should experience this much bad luck.

“Thank you so much,” you almost yell as you grab them from his hand in excitement. He just saved you from having no place to sleep tonight. You notice him tensing up when your fingers brush against his hand and realize you might have made him uncomfortable. “I'm sorry,” you take a tiny step back in the crowded bar, “I would have been locked out of my apartment if you hadn't seen that. Thank you.”

“You're welcome.” he said, giving you a nod and something close to a smile, before going on his way. You curse yourself again for acting so awkwardly. You hope you didn't make him feel uncomfortable, he was nice in picking up your keys and giving them back to you. He was also really cute which only made it more of a shame that you met like this. At least you didn't lose your keys, that would have seriously sucked.

Making your way to the table Viviane told you they would be at, you notice almost everyone is here. She was leaning against her boyfriend, Kallias, while they listened to whatever story Alba was telling them about. Ezio and Celia were both looking down at their phones and showing each other something while giggling like schoolgirls. As much as you love your friends, you don't know how much socializing you can handle today. You already fucked up what could have been a very simple interaction. Then again, with all of them here you know Viv won't try to ask you about Eleanor so at least you can keep avoiding hard topics. Viv greets you with a grin as soon as she sees you, everyone following right after.

“Hey, thought you weren't coming after all.” Yeah, you almost forgot about that. You smile anyway, knowing she didn't mean to remind you of how much of a bad friend you've been lately.

“Sorry, guys,” you sit down in the empty chair next to Alba before continuing, “Class ran late and then I lost my bus.”

“Oh. Bad luck.” You have no idea, Kallias. Conversation picked back up after that and you let them do most of the talking, taking a back seat and just watching them. You're glad that they either noticed you weren't in a talking mood or just didn't realize you were mostly quiet anyway.

You have no new stories to tell them since you've barely been functioning outside of school and talking about your feelings is definitely a resounding no, especially at a bar, so you just let them keep up with their conversations and just nod along every once in a while.

Eventually, the DJ introduces the band playing tonight. The Night Court. Judging by the screams and the way everyone moves closer to watch, they're very popular around here and you understand part of the reason for said popularity as soon as you see them step up on stage.

“Oh, they're really good!” Viviane's voice pulls you out of your thoughts. “The guitarist is Mor's cousin. You remember her, right?” You nod. Of course you do. The blonde with sparkly eyeshadow and red lips leaves a big impression, forgetting Morrigan is probably impossible.

You study the guitarist as he introduces himself and the band. He's extremely handsome, the type of handsome that would make you think he can't be human, like some kind of fairy or vampire. You can tell he's aware of this fact with every honey dipped word that comes out of his mouth, literally flirting with the whole crowd. Despite not having many physical similarities with Mor, that allure he exudes definitely matches with hers.

The drummer was already sitting in place, looking eager to play. It takes you a second to notice he was in fact already sitting down as he's probably one of the tallest men you've ever seen in real life. But, with the messy shoulder length hair and big boyish grin on his face, he doesn't look scary at all.

As your eyes travel to the bassist, half hidden in the shadows, you wonder why you didn't recognize him immediately. It was the same guy that helped you before. You had thought he was beautiful before but, considering the situation, you didn't have much time to linger on that fact. However now that he was standing on stage, you could fully appreciate it. He was tall - this much you knew since you were at head level with his chest - and by the way his arms strained against his black t-shirt as he picked up his bass, you could tell he was fit too. He was looking down at the bass in his hands, making the few lights that caught him cast an ethereal glow on his face and on his onyx hair. This man looks like he stepped right down heaven's gates.

They start playing what you think is an original song but can't be sure since you were too distracted checking their bassist out to hear what Mor's cousin had said. He does have a really good singing voice but as your mystery angel starts singing, you can't help but feel bewitched back to watching him.

You barely take your eyes off him during the whole performance but they're all undeniably good. It's easy to understand why this bar is so popular if this is the level of talent their bands have. You can definitely imagine them making it big. They all seem very comfortable and content on stage and the crowd can't get enough of them.

You're so distracted by them that you don't even notice your head pounding anymore, or how fast time flies because, before you know it, they're saying their goodbyes to the crowd and leaving the stage.

Conversation starts back up after that, everyone is gushing about how talented and hot they are and you find yourself easily agreeing with their sentiments. But, with no distraction and the dj back playing songs you've heard a thousand times and the pressure of keeping conversation going, your headache comes back. You wait out just a little longer until you think it's an acceptable time to leave without worrying everyone too much.

“I'm sorry guys but I think I'm going to head home.” You finish the last of your drink even though it's mostly melted ice by that point and start putting your jacket on.

“Already?” You're not surprised Alba is the first to speak up. You'll never understand how this girl has so much energy, you had the same morning class as her but she's still as energetic as she was at lunchtime.

“It's still kind of early,” Viviane looks up at you with her icy eyes and you can recognize the concern in them immediately.

“It was just a busy week,” you explain with a smile on your face, hoping no one reads too much into it even though you all know that's not all. “I think I need to go sleep it off.”

“Are you going by yourself though?” Out of everyone at the table, Enzo is the worst one at hiding his emotions. You can see as clear as day that he's worried about you.

“I'll get an uber. Don't worry.” You gesture to your phone hoping they'll drop it.

“I can wait with you outside.” Kallias offers immediately, ever the responsible one. You really wanted to stay alone right now though.

“You don't have to.” You put your bag over your shoulder to add some finality to your words. “It's cold and there's going to be enough cars out at this hour, I won't be waiting for long.” It looks like he's about to say more but Viv puts a hand over his arm subtly, making him shut up. The bass of the music keeps hammering at your head so you don't linger and just say your goodbyes, waving at everyone with what you hope is a seemingly content smile, before leaving.

As soon as you step outside the pressure you feel starts slowing down. The front of the bar is still full of people so you walk a bit more to the little parking lot on this street. The air is cold but it feels amazing after being in the stuffed bar and your thoughts don't seem so overbearing when you don't have to try to act happy with your friends.

You love them to death but everything about how tonight went just proves that they've been talking about you behind your back. You know this is just them being good friends. You've been acting so differently in these last few months that even one of your professors noticed so it's only natural that they also did, but knowing everyone can tell only makes it worse.

You didn't want to make anyone worry about you. Life has just been going for your throat lately, minor inconveniences keep popping up and piling on top of what was already a pretty shitty situation. But you know once the semester ends, you'll get the chance to finally breathe and solve some of the problems you've been ignoring. And then things will hopefully get better. It just really sucks that your friendships and even school life has been affected by this.

Sitting down on top of the small wall that wrapped around the parking lot, you look up at the sky, willing your mind to let you rest for a bit. Watching the stars twinkling and your breath turn into white clouds of smoke because of the cold. You should probably get that uber and go home before any of your friends find you here, but your body doesn't want to move for some reason.

You feel someone approach you and look back down to meet familiar hazel eyes. You both stare at each other for a second longer than what would be normal, not expecting to see each other again.

“We keep running into each other,” you can hear his voice better here. You didn't notice how deep it was in the crowded bar. His singing voice is also deep but a bit softer than this.

“Yeah.” You smile. Seeing him again after how he helped you and then watching him on stage is making you a little giddy despite your somber mood. He seems a bit less unsure after you respond as well.

“Are you here alone?” He asks as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.

“No, I'm just waiting for an uber.” You hope you're not making a bad impression again. He probably hadn't seen you with your friends before either.

“Alright,” he looks over to what you assume is his car and then back to you, “I can wait here with you.”

“You don't have to. It's cold,” you start but he shakes his head before you even finish speaking, “I actually haven't called it yet.” He gives you a look of amusement and it just makes you try to explain yourself faster. “I have a headache. The cold just felt calming. I'll get it now.” Opening the app, you start searching and, just like you expected, there's a car barely 10 minutes away from you. A wave of disappointment washes over you at the thought that you won't get to talk to him for longer but you push it aside quickly, you barely know him.

“A bar probably isn't the best place to be if you have a headache,” he tilts his head slightly in what you're almost sure is concern. He's a little hard to read.

“I know but I already had told my friends I was coming so…” You shrug and change the subject, trying to allow this moment to let you forget about your earlier thoughts. “Didn't turn out too bad. There was this really good band playing today.” You can see a flush take over his cheeks and the tips of his ears and you feel incredibly proud of yourself for being the reason behind it.

“I'm glad you liked it,” he says as he dips his head slightly in thanks. You feel like this might be the best compliment you could have given him.

“You were all really good. I even forgot about my headache while I was watching you play,” you try not to sound too excited and make it weird but you want him to know how good his band is, “Do you perform here a lot?”

“Yeah,” he leans sideways against the wall next to you, “At least twice a month.” You're starting to notice that, although his face doesn't show too much emotion, his eyes are a little more expressive. His band seems to be a topic he likes talking about. You can understand why.

“Isn't that a big deal? I heard this bar is really popular nowadays, there has to be a lot of bands trying to perform here.” The blush seems to be back but it could also be because of the cold you're subjecting him to.

“We always try to do our best but we've been playing here for a long time. That helps too.”

“You know that's not it,” you point to the entrance of the bar, where some people are smoking, “The bar was packed. I don't know if that's how it always is but I'm pretty sure it was mostly people wanting to watch you perform.”

“You've never been here before?” It looks like he's getting a bit embarrassed by the praise so you let him change the subject.

You shake your head. “Need to come more often though. When are you performing again?”

“We don't always have a schedule,” he looks down at your phone in your hands then back up at you, “But I can text you the details.”

“Oh.” He wants your number. The thought makes warmth rush to your cheeks. “Alright.” You unlock your phone and hand it to him. While he's typing his number, you can't help but notice the scars on his hand. They completely cover his hands, the skin completely marred. It looks as if they were burned. You look away from them, not wanting to make him uncomfortable by staring. He hands you your phone back and you see he saved his number under his name.

“Azriel,” you say the name out loud, tasting it in your mouth. He's watching you a little more intensely than before and you have to break eye contact to stop yourself from blushing. You quickly send him a text so he can save your number as well.

“I'll need yours too.” You give him your name and he repeats it, just as you had done. He makes it sound beautiful in his warm timbre and you can't help the flutter in your stomach. “I'll text you as soon as I find out when we're coming here next.”

“Okay.” You lock eyes and don't look away, just enjoying the moment, until you see a car pass by and realize it's yours.

You think you could have stayed there in the cold talking to him all night. You're not sure why but talking to him is effortless, it's like you've been friends for years. It just feels right and you find yourself wishing that he texts you soon with the concert information and anything else he comes up with. You wouldn't need much of an excuse to talk to him.

“That's my ride,” You say as you hop down from the wall. He looks at the car and when his eyes meet yours again you think you can see a hint of disappointment, hopefully at having to cut the moment short. “Thank you for waiting with me,” you smile at him again, “You didn't have to do that.”

“No problem.” He gives you a smile too, the biggest one you've seen on him. “I'll see you next time.”

“Of course.” You'd be an idiot to not want to see him again. You linger for as long as you can, suddenly not feeling like going home at all.

You wave at him again before getting in the car and something beats faster in your chest when he waves back and watches the car speed off down the street, it's almost like your heart is telling you to stay with him. You're not exactly sure what just happened but you hope you don't regret not staying with him for the rest of the night.

You keep thinking about him during the whole car ride and he's the last thing on your mind when you're laying down to sleep. And when he texts you the next day you know you'll have many more opportunities to spend the night talking to him.

[velvetwyrme]

Um hi!! I just wanted to say I fucking love your work and everything you do and I’m so glad to say that you have officially made me into a papyri lover and I request that you continue to feed me with your amazing art and writing😇 (I’m literally folding for Rus and Dare’s relationship and not to mention Flipping fate has honestly got me hooked and never letting me go)

Also! If it’s not a bother do you have any tips on drawing the two skeleton brothers? (Aus don’t rly matter!) I just adore how you do it (sketches and the finished product) and I just wanted to ask ;,)

WAHHH THANKUUU 💖💖 Welcome to the ranks of Papyri lovers...!! (APOLOGIES IVE BEEN SLACKING ON THE PAPYRI CONTENT ;w; [and also. literally anything in general recently agdjcbdk]) ALSO sorry this took like. months to reply to agahamjdbhsmf,jj,,,, I made a whole thing. and then accidentally deleted said thing? so I had to remake it after moping for like a month.

Anyway, here is. a very messy breakdown and some tips!! That are hopefully helpful!!! It's mostly about faces but if you're interested I can also get into the nitty gritty of drwing skeletons but these are like. Sans and Papyrus specific parts (so mostly their skulls lol)

Skulls are both weirdly round, and weirdly angular (a sentiment that I read in a fic once and committed to heart apparently. Like... yeah. They ARE weirdly round and angled.) As always shape language is your friend (real bouba and kiki moments)

Sans has more of a... chibi face shape LMAO. If you've drawn those before it makes drawing him a lil easier imo. As for Papyrus...

He's a pain!! He's got lots of expressions and I usually have to redraw his face like sixteen times. His eyes are just like 2 fucking vertical lines and yet. AND YET. My beloved boy is so difficult. At least he has very expressive eyebrows. I also use the corners of his mouth to give him more range of expressiveness since he has no lips! Also the lines for his "individual" teeth... I can take it or leave it. Sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't!

I only give Papyrus lower eyelids because if you give him upper eyelids/lidded sockets he looks like Underswap Paps LMAO,,

Sans on the other hand has "lips" but doesn't use them hrkfhdk,, I always make sure to give him the little holes at the corners of his mouth as well.

Also that's all about their heads/faces so here's a note about how I do bodies which is. Shapes. These two are so Shaped.

Seriously though the best thing to do is just to try emulate other people's artstyles or pick out parts of them that you like and incorporate them into your works. Like how someone draws Sans' eyes? Try it and apply it!!

People also tend to draw the skeletons with slightly different facial proportions, so experiment with that and see what you like as well! I've gotten pretty good at eyeballing it and drawing them directly (with the exception of Papyrus around 40% of the time, wherein I have to redraw his face sixteen times before it looks good).

[depressedbagpipe]

Golden (King Caspian x fem!reader)

Chapter I - Voyages at Dusk, Treaders by Dawn

Words: 3404 Warnings: some angst and misogyny i guess (?) not too much plot for now, this is just the set up ;) A/N: alright, here it goes. i actually had a breakdown and deleted half the fic before posting so idk how to feel about this. i really hope you enjoy this fic, and I'm sorry for taking so long :( ALSO i haven’t proofread this 😇 Taglist: @sskhair, @sassyandclassyx, @thefictionalgemini, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @just-levyy, @noortsshift,

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Dawn. Warm and alerting, bathing the clear sky in orange and red and pink and all sorts of sweltering colors I could imagine. The sea below the cliff was calm and shone with such intensity that it hurt to look at. Yet the scenery was beautiful. The wind hugged me and the sun’s rays welcomed me like an old friend. The top of the cliff was showered in green, the grass moving with the breeze, alive and inviting. Summer was finally here, and it cast large and nostalgic shadows over the ruins of Cair Paravel. Nature had taken over the stones once again, covering the past in colorful present. The altar where the thrones of the Kings and Queen of Old used to be remained intact, as if magic itself wanted to bathe the pedestal in power. Power that came and left, but also power that remained. 

Laughter reached my ears. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Giggles and chuckles grew stronger until a pair of short arms wrapped themselves around my legs.

“Mumma, come play with us!” a little boy’s voice demanded, and the happiness in those words finally snapped me back to reality.

With a grin, I turned around, bending down, and picking the kid in my arms, earning a loud howl from him as I spun us. Before either of us could get dizzy, I put him back down, lovingly moving away one of the dark strands of hair that fell over his dark eyes. He looked a bit too much like his father, to no one’s surprise.

Speaking of, he now stood next to me.

“Having fun without me?” Caspian asked in a teasing voice, throwing an arm over my shoulders, using his hand to stroke the exposed skin of my –his– shirt.

I looked up to him. The wrinkles by his eyes were just a tad more prominent, but the same lively spirit adorned his irises. He looked somewhat taller, with his young naivité turned into experienced serenity. He carried himself like the king he was, and yet his lips still turned upwards by the right corner first, kind and amused, as they did when I first met him. His tanned skin glowed in the late afternoon sun, and despite having been married for years, he still managed to make my heart soar.

“Never, Dada!” the kid giggled, still grabbing my legs. 

Caspian laughed as he threw him over his shoulder. “Unfortunately, young man, we should get going back to the castle. It’ll be dark soon.”

The boy complained. “But I wanna stay here! I wanna listen to the stories Mumma tells!”

His annoyance didn’t last long, for Caspian quickly used his advantage to shake the boy in the air, earning loud chuckles in return.

I wanted to follow them, I really did, but my feet seemed stuck to the ground. I saw Caspian walk away, yet I couldn’t move. Something was anchoring me to the top of the cliff, and the only thing I could do was stare as the love of my life seemed to disappear before my eyes.

Again, I know I should’ve been scared, as the world around me seemed to crumble once more. I waved my arms around, my hands flexing trying to grab the air with trembling fingers, anything to keep me afloat. Another breeze engulfed me, equally as warm as the sun that was rapidly setting over the horizon. Out of instinct, I closed my eyes, allowing whatever that was to take me to wherever I had to go. Right before everything ended, a familiar voice resounded on the inside of my skull, bringing back that same serenity I had always felt at the top of that cliff.

Soon, my dear.

I woke up with a start. I immediately frowned as I stared at the ceiling, tracing the lines of the wood at the top of the high-posted bed, analyzing the details in the engraving as I usually did when I couldn’t fall asleep. That had not been the first time I dreamed about Caspian, and what could possibly be our son, but it had been the first time Aslan had made himself known. It had been three years since we last saw him, right after Caspian’s coronation and the Pevensies’ farewell, and despite knowing he was always around, hearing him for the first time after that long only intrigued me. Beautiful, amazing, scary, and anxious things happened during the first three years of Caspian and I’s ruling over Narnia, yet Aslan had never shown up before. I wondered what his message meant too. 

I pondered for a few minutes, still lying on the comfortable bed. The quietness of the room, which was starting to fill with light, made me realize I was alone. I raised my head slightly, looking around the room hoping to find Caspian hunched over some papers in a small desk we kept by the balcony, but he was nowhere to be found. 

My frown got deeper, and I finally sat down and took a look at the state of the room. Our suite at the castle was huge, bigger than any room I had ever owned. The high ceilings and big windows provided warmth and security. Back at Cair Paravel, I had insisted on a rather modest room, but that was no longer fit for me, or us. I was surprised that Caspian wanted to stay in his childhood castle; he always spoke about his home growing up, and how dark and moody it always was, but after a leap of faith and several peace treaties later, the sun seemed to be always shining over the old Telmar. Because the sun always shone over Narnia.

Yet my favorite part of the suite was the balcony; overlooking the kingdom with the sea at the horizon, with the ships docked at the harbor and the peaceful waves that blended with the sky. I know it wasn’t Cair Paravel, and it would never be, but different didn’t mean worse. Narnia prospered under Caspian’s rule, and I, the newly appointed queen, had had the chance to see the land flourish and rise from its ashes.

I was now outside, staring at the view, looking at the sun slowly climbing its way up, as well as the citizens living right under us starting their days, happy and undisturbed. My heart clenched a little, thinking about how much Lucy would enjoy the view, but I shook my head. I couldn’t think about them now. I couldn’t know if I’d ever see them again, at least in Narnia. As much as I loved remembering the past, I had to focus on my present to succeed in my future. 

And my present was now talking rather loudly outside the big wooden door to our suite. 

“But, your Majesty…”

“Nonsense. She’s my wife first, I’ll take care of this.”

“Let us help, your Majesty!”

I scrunched my eyebrows at the voices and flinched when the door opened a bit too loudly.

“My love?” Caspian called out.

“In here!”

His footsteps were rushed and heavy as he suddenly appeared before me on the balcony. 

“What are you doing up? You heard the doctor, you should rest!” he took me in his arms and gently guided me back to the bed, sitting me down on the mattress and taking my face in his hands, inspecting every detail.

I laughed. “Cas, I’m alright. In fact, I’ve been feeling great for the past few days,” I calmly took my hands in his and put them down. His thumbs automatically rubbed the back of my hands, which didn’t fail to give me goosebumps.

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea…” but I cut him off before he could finish.

“Don’t.”

“Please, my love, I just want you to be alright.”

“I’ll be alright once I have something to do, Cas. You seriously cannot expect me to lay around all day when there’s a world full of adventures out there!”

“Your Majesties?” Edith, one of the maids, interrupted us. “The bath is ready.”

“Thank you, Edith. You may go now,” Caspian looked up but didn’t move from his spot.

Edith bowed to us and left with a troubled expression, and I immediately turned to him again.

“What did you do?”

Caspian tried to look innocent but failed miserably. “Nothing! I woke up early and headed down to the kitchens to fetch you something to eat when you woke up! Then the maids found me and insisted on doing the work but I wouldn’t let them.”

I tried to fight off the smile. “Why did you do that?”

“Because I wanted to do something nice for you. I’ve been worried sick these days and just… wanted to be at your side as much as I can before I leave.”

That alerted me. “What do you mean ‘before I leave’?”

I took my hands away, bringing them to my waist. Caspian was looking at me with a guilty gaze from his place on the ground before me. He spoke slowly, almost testing the waters.

“I don’t think you should come, my love.”

“And why is that?” I raised an eyebrow at him, a bit too defiantly. It was too early in the morning for this.

“I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“So you’re keeping me locked away?”

“That’s not…” he tried to reason, but I wouldn’t let him.

I stood up from the bed, careful not to accidentally hurt him as I walked towards the small en suite, feeling the warm water from the free-standing bath, anything to prevent me from lashing out at him. 

“I don’t wanna hear it, Caspian. I’m coming with you. Now, I appreciate the breakfast but if you’re not gonna join me, I think it’s best if you leave me alone now.”

I usually hated being stern with him, but I was tired of the conversation. I wasn’t about to begin yet another fight about the same topic, knowing it would end in disaster. After a few seconds, Caspian spoke.

“I’ll be at the war room, then.”

He didn’t say anything else and left. I sighed, already feeling bad at our near-discussion, and let myself sink into the water. My eyes closed as I tried not to let the anger consume me. 

It hadn’t been the first time Caspian had suggested I don’t participate in the mission. Ever since I had randomly fainted during a training session he had been treating me like a child. And I understood his preoccupation, because I too worried about him every single second of my existence, but it had been almost two weeks, and I had been feeling fine ever since I woke up after the episode. Caspian had even called every single doctor, physician, and healer in the entirety of Narnia, and the verdict was all the same: I was fine. The day had been hot, and I had been tired, and there hadn’t been anything more to it. Yet now, after months of preparing our sailing around the Lone Islands, Caspian was willing to let me stay behind. And I was not going to let him. Narnia needed its queen.

Walking around the halls of the old Telmarine castle was always one of my favorite activities, and while I would normally stop and appreciate the many pieces of art that decorated the walls, I was a woman on a mission. 

Most of my armor was left at our suite, knowing I wouldn’t be needing it for what was about to happen, but for good measure my dual swords were at my back. Despite bowing and nodding at every person I saw in the halls, the sense of urgency in my steps was enough for them to leave a significant space between them and me as I approached the big doors to the war room. With a final breath, I opened them wide. 

Caspian’s face was priceless. He probably wasn’t expecting me so soon, and I definitely wasn’t expecting him to have a whole meeting without me. All of our counselors and fellow top warriors stood at the round table, where a large map of the entire Narnian territory was displayed for everybody to see. Little figures were being moved by Reepicheep, our mighty and beloved mouse, although he too stopped when I came in.

“Your Majesty,” he respectfully bowed at me, and it was only after he did that the rest of the room followed. 

Ouch. That stung.

“I see you’ve already started without me,” I noted, closing the heavy doors behind me and occupying my place at the other end of the table, facing Caspian directly. “Did I miss anything?”

Thankfully, Reepicheep answered. “Not at all, my Queen. We’re just revisiting the details of the voyage. I don’t think we should postpone it any more, my lords.”

I nodded. “Good. When do we leave, then?”

“Wait…” Caspian tried again.

“I believe the Dawn Treader is ready, so what’s stopping us?”

Lord Drinian, the captain of the first Narnian ship, spoke. “Well, His Majesty thought it better to wait until your health improved, my Queen.”

I glared at Caspian. “My health has been perfectly fine for the past week, Lord Drinian, thank you for your concern. Now I believe, as captain of the Narnian army, I have a say in this mission.”

“Of course, my Queen. And I can assure you, no decision will be made without your approval,” Reepicheep bowed his little head again, bless his heart. Yet the fact that a talking mouse seemed to care more about my word than my own husband did was something I wasn't enjoying at all.

“Then why wasn’t I informed about this meeting?”

Every head turned to Caspian after I fired the question. My blood was already boiling by that point. I didn’t want to place the blame on him, but, after all, he hadn’t even mentioned a meeting in the first place. 

Taking a breath to calm down, I continued. “Again, I appreciate the concern, but from now on, even if I’m on my deathbed, I should, no, I have to be informed about anything that involves my kingdom. I’m equally as useful out there as inside the castle.”

My eyes were glued on Caspian, who hadn’t moved his gaze off me. He could feel my anger, I was sure of that, and it was taking everything in me to not lash out completely in a room full of people. I didn’t want to give them another reason to think lowly of me as it was.

“Very well,” Caspian said at last, not without taking a big gulp at first. “Let’s begin, then.”

“I can’t believe you did that,” I closed the door to our suite with a loud bang.

Caspian flinched before me.

“I told you, I’m sorry!” he threw his hands up. “I don’t know how many times I’ve said that!”

“It’s not about what you said, Caspian, it’s about what you did! What you keep on doing, as a matter of fact!”

He lowered his voice, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Do you understand how hard it is for me?” I yelled. I knew I was letting the anger on him, but I couldn’t seem to stop now. “How hard it is to wake up every day and try twice as much to be taken seriously?”

“What do you mean?”

I sighed. “I’m not a queen, Caspian. I’m a joke.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is! I told you how life was back in the days with the Pevensies! So many people in court wouldn’t hesitate to question my worth every time I took the wrong step. It took years to show everyone I was as capable as any other man. It didn’t even matter I was knighted by Aslan himself! And now?” I walked to the balcony, suddenly in desperate need of air. Despite the high ceilings of the room, I was suffocating. “Now, I know that everything I do is being scrutinized. I can’t afford to spend a day in bed because now I have an entire kingdom to look after. I can’t miss a meeting, I can’t miss a training session; I really can’t give anybody the chance to believe that I’m not worthy of being a queen.”

A single tear fell from my eyes, but Caspian brushed it away with delicate fingers. He put his hands on my shoulders, making me face him.

I didn’t want to look at him after that, but he raised my head with a finger, pinning his dark eyes on mine.

“You, are worthy of every beautiful thing in the world, my love. You have nothing to prove to anyone. I know what you’ve done and what you’re capable of, and I love you with every beat of my heart. And most importantly, you know what you’ve done and what you’re capable of. So what if you miss a few meetings? Or a mission? You are my queen, you are the queen of Narnia. Nothing’s gonna change that. And I wouldn’t have anyone else by my side, not even given the choice.”

More tears kept flowing from my eyes.

“Then why am I always this insecure?” I spoke, almost in a whisper. 

Caspian smiled softly. “Because you’re human. And you have emotions, and this is no easy job, and you’re right. I don’t know what life looks like for you, and I’m sorry for keeping you away from the chaos downstairs. I thought I was doing the right thing. Now I know that I can’t keep you locked away, no matter how afraid I am of something happening to you.”

“Is that why you did it?” I asked, putting my hands over his.

I intertwined our fingers together, a habit I quickly picked up after being married to him.

He nodded. “Do you know how I felt when I saw you lying there, pale and rigid?” He moved a strand of hair behind my ears, and his gaze turned slightly darker.

I shook my head. I remembered the feeling, the gnawing knowledge that my legs were giving out, and praying I wouldn’t fall too hard on my head.

“My whole world stopped. You weren’t moving. And nobody knew why. It was a scene I had already seen once at the How and I had made a promise to myself that you wouldn’t ever be in that situation again… And there you were, on the bed, five doctors surrounding you and not one of them could say what was wrong. And I don’t care that I didn’t move for a whole day, left my duties to someone else, and just sat by your side waiting for you to wake up.”

I was frozen in place. I didn’t even know what to feel anymore. All my anger suddenly dissipated, leaving longing, confusion, and guilt behind. I had been a bit too focused on my own discomfort that I hadn’t even thought about what Caspian had felt when it all happened. Even though I had been the one to drop dead in the middle of the courtyard, he had never left my side, going as far as making me breakfast despite not knowing a single thing about cooking. 

“I…” I began, but he cut me off again. He somehow always managed to read my mind.

“And hey, I know what you’re thinking. It’s not your fault, okay?” Caspian said. “I don’t want you to blame yourself. I should’ve asked you first about what you wanted. And there is no way that I’m leaving without you now. I need my right hand, and I need my wife. Luckily for me, you’re both.”

I smiled. A genuine smile for the first time in hours. “Wherever you go, I go.”

“Together,” Caspian affirmed.

I brought his face to mine and kissed him, properly. The last few days we had shared quick and almost timid kisses, usually on Caspian’s behalf, probably not to hurt me. And every single doubt, fear, and hesitation was thrown out the window when his arms embraced me fully, keeping me impossibly close to him. His beard tickled my face, and my fingers got lost in his mane, a little tamer and lighter than it had been at first. His fingers trailed the light wool patterns of the shirt I wore, and I swore at that moment that no matter what came at us, I was always going to fight for him, and for us. 

We pulled back at the same time, breathless and smiling.

“We leave at dawn, then.”

Next chapter

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[mewozie]

Hi Mel and friends. Since you brought up my post and video twice in your shitty excuse of a response, I'm here to explain why you infact dont know anything, and that youre only acting big and bad now cuz you realized you cant get out of this anymore. All of this is YOUR FAULT. YOURE the one that made all of this public in the first place, but now that people are criticizing you and calling you out you have the nerve to get mad???

I heard your voice and attitude change when you started talking abt me, Mari, and Luvus videos abt you. You fr only feel confident in what you say when youre shitting on others, but you arent even confident in defending yourself from grooming allegations. Cuz yk you cant defend it. You didnt even bring up the fact that you abused Voided and Clover, but instead wanna shit talk Voided for "shipping ocs". You focused on all our smaller points instead of the big shit youre supposed to be talking abt. Your video was a poor excuse of saving face that I have ever seen. And deleting comments on top of that is fucking nasty.

Anyway, no Mel, your sona is not just a goat and you fucking know it. Stop acting dense and all high and mighty when YOU KNOW what youre doing. Just own up to it and we'll all stfu. Your sona is not just a goat, you are using a CULTURE that you CANT USE because you arent part of it. Youre being disrespectful by drawing that creature from Native American culture, and you have been called out for this before, and you said you would never do it again

Proof of that above. But no!!! You went back on your word and drew it yet again for your SONA. Youre not 12 anymore so now you should know better. Its so obvious you did it to look "big and cool and scawy". People are telling you that this is wrong yet youre continuing it anyway and idk why. Its easier to just stop than to ignore people. Anyway, getting back on track. The skull is not a goat skull, it is a "W" skull

"W" skulls are longer, with big eye sockets, and fangs. Goat skulls have big jaws, smaller eye sockets, and a bigger hole for the nose, as well as the horns are either curled downward, or stick straight up

Proof that you drew a "W" skull, not a goat. The blue is to highlight shapes. Also did the reference you used cuz thats a "W" skull you used, not a goat like you oh so confidently said

More proof. The shapes are similar, as well as the spikes. And again the skulls are the same. "B... but Nisa... you just took one that looked similar to it!!!" Ok. What about this then

I found a picture that looked the exact same as the Aeron one, as well as posed similarly to your sona. I again, highlighted the skulls. The only difference for the bodies is that the "W" is slender on the bottom and wider at the top, while your sona is the opposite, however, the proportions and skulls are the same (edit: I have been made aware that she actually used the picture for inspo, still doesnt make it right, but yea)

Highlighted the skull here since you drew it as a mask, again, not a goat skull. And the proportions are still the same. The fact that you even had the nerve to add it into the video on your lil still is weird as fuck

Thats all I wanted to say abt your awful video since it seems like youre butthurt abt the fact that people are criticizing your art. Youre super childish, and instead of acting superior in your lil rant towards your ex and ex friends you shouldve focused on the fact you groomed Khai and sexually abused Voided and Clover

Grow up

[animestsstuff2]

DynamightX is typing…

Katsuki Bakugou X FemReader

Part Two!

Masterlist here!

Content warning: cursing, fighting, fluff

Abbreviations will be used such as instead of You i will use U during the messaging parts!

also I am so SORRY this took so long! I fucking deleted the final draft and honestly it was just before my trip so finally finished!

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Your palms were raw, jaw was aching and brows were drawn tightly together as you watched Mina desperately slide across the ground. Her body bruised and cut from the raging, blonde maniac behind her. Your own heart was beating as you watched the grinning jerk swing his palm forward, it fizzled and a large explosion erupted from it sending Mina flying forward on her front way past the boundary line.

You quickly rushed to your friend as you helped her up on shaking legs. Her chin bleeding and breaths laboured from the fall. Uraraka and Jirou quickly took Mina from you and you spun round to find Bakugou glowering at Mina. Mineta and Kaminari were of course sucking up to Bakugou who just ignored them. His eyes moving to meet yours as you marched over. His eye twitched and palm fizzled once more, muscles taut and sweaty. He wasn't going to back down from an obvious challenge.

"You bully! That was so unnecessary, did you even hear the instructions or are you just-just a dumb brute" You exclaimed as you found yourself directly in-front of the psycho you are forced to call a classmate.

"you gotta problem extra? take it up behind the line" Bakugou nodded to the white line just behind him. Your skin prickled as your lips pulled together in a tight grin. You moved to step by him with every intention of pummelling him to the ground.

Bakugou turned to follow cracking his neck and knuckles. His eyes narrowed in on your back. He's been wanting to teach you a lesson. You had bugged him ever since the entrance exam. You weren't even that good at using your quirk yet you ended up in the same class as him. A no good extra who was just in his way.

"we are finished here today. I won't allow a barbaric fight. Pros must keep a level head" Aizawa's voice cut through the tension causing you both to pause and look over your shoulders.

"Take Mina to Recovery Girl. Bakugou Y/N I will give both of you detention if you take another step" Your shoulders slumped at his words and you sighed. "everyone clean up for lunch"

Kaminari and Mineta immediately began moaning at how they were going to miss such a cool fight. A red glare from Aizawa quickly shut them up as you all headed to the changing rooms and changed for lunch.

...

You could literally feel the holes being burned into your skull from the boy down the table from you. Bakugou had not taken his eyes off you since training. He tried to call you out after the changing rooms but you brushed by the barking idiot, choosing to be the bigger person--which was proving quite difficult at this moment.

DynamightX has sent you a message!...

Your phone pinged and you were quick to pick it up. A tiny grin on your face. Your attention completely focused now on your phone that you didn't even notice that your skull wasn't burning anymore.

DynamightX: Oi! where ya been today, why haven't u messaged.

XAmethysta_: Aw did u miss me?

You had completely forgot about your online friend. The mysterious boy who you had been texting almost non-stop for about three weeks. You forgot this morning that you had told him you'd class and would text him later.

DynamightX: shut up. u said you'd text me. I don't like when people don't hold up their end

XAmethysta_: shut ups just say that u missed me lol

Bakugou was grinning ever so subtly at your message. His brow quirking up at your teasing. He would normally blitz someone for talking to him like this--admit he missed someone? ha! he barely likes saying hi to people but you...He missed you, just a bit.

DynamightX: Shut it loser, what u doing anyways

XAmethysta_: haha I missed u too and I'm just eating my lunch

DynamightX: u better be eating something more nutritious than noodles

XAmethysta_: leave my diet of noodles alone! just cuz your a health freak mr my body is a temple

DynamightX is typing...

The bell rang and you stuffed your phone into your pocket, quickly gathering your tray of food and dumping in into the bin. You headed to your next class falling slightly behind your friends. You were a bit tired as the hallway slowly emptied other students were obviously more keen and energetic than you were. You didn't notice the trailing blonde, not until he was basically on top of you. Your shoes squeaked as they scuffed the ground, trying to keep you up as Bakugou looked up from his phone and stumbled back.

You spun round ready to see who it was before you chewed their head but the minute you eyes locked with those narrowed red ones your mouth moved before you even thought to pause. Your shoulders squared and finger pointed.

"watch were you're going! I know you can't understand instructions but surely you were taught how to walk and keep out of other peoples spaces!" You snapped, nose scrunched and brows tightly wound.

Bakugous teeth gritted and his own mouth opened to bark back at you. It was always you. You were always the issue, always annoying him, getting in his way--just your presence alone! sent him over the edge some days. He couldn't stand you and he didn't know why--no scratch that he did know why. You were a dumb, annoying, slow extra who was in his way, in his way to becoming number one

"watch where I'm going?! you were in my way. why were ya even walking so slow?! damn extra" Bakugou spat and your lip curled at his response.

“What the hell is your problem? Like seriously” Bakugou’s muscles tensed beneath his wrinkled shirt as you stabbed your finger into his chest. Your nose flared and brows pinched as you glared daggers up at him.

“My problem is you—you and your shitty quirk that you can’t even use properly!” He snapped. His sweaty palm coming to grab your wrist and fire the finger stabbed into his chest away.

“My shitty quirk? Okay—ha! You’re on Bakugou after school today in the gym gamma” You stepped back still hot and fired up as you turned on your heel.

“If you don’t show i’ll take that as your forfeit and that me and my shitty quirk are superior”

Bakugou huffed a hot breath as he watched you walk away. His head sore and skin damp with hot sweat. His narrowed red eyes honed in on your retreating form as he envisioned the many ways he would make you eat dirt.

…

You weren’t superior…

You scrambled up from the ground that almost cracked under your feet from the monstrous blast behind you. Your training uniform torn at the knees from how many times you’d fallen, hands skidded and bruised from bearing the weight of your body to keep yourself from crumbling as you skidded across the training ground.

Bakugou was right on time after school and wasted no time the moment you stepped into the training ground. He was fast, cunning and determined to make you regret. He didn’t waste any energy toying about—no, every move he made was planned. He knew how he was going to make you eat dirt.

You cried out as a hot blast sent you flying forward onto your stomach. An almost renactment of how he sent Mina flying earlier. Your chin hit the ground and sent your teeth almost through your tongue as blood filled your mouth. You again stumbled back up, head pounding, heart racing and body aching.

You spun to face the raving lunatic who stood a few feet away from you and was virtually untouched except for the small cut across his cheek; the only mark you managed to land. He took a step forward and you instinctively shuffled back. Your fingers coming to join your finger tips together as you forced your quirk to work once more. You’d already overused it, pushed yourself beyond your limit in order to last this long.

Your knees wobbled as you pushed your heels into the ground in response to Bakugou taking another step. His palm crackling as that psychotic grin flashed upon his face. He won, of course he was going to win. He didn’t need to do this but he wanted to. You fingertips fizzled with purple wisps but nothing happened and your heart dropped to your stomach. Your expression was one of horror at the sight of your quirk completely giving out on you.

“Shitty fucking quirk for a shitty fucking extra” Bakugous voice made the hair on your neck raise as he continued his approach. Your breaths grew quicker and you fled. Your fight was done, you couldn’t win and you couldn’t face a full on blast from Bakugou.

Your knees collapsed as you crossed the boundary line. Your eyes wet with fresh tears as you slouched forward. The adrenaline leaving your body as you felt the full force of the battle both the physical and emotional drain. You could hear his steps draw near and feel his eyes on you. You kept your head down in shame, too embarrassed to look him in his eyes.

Bakugou gave you a once over and rolled his eyes. You were pathetic and didn’t deserve his respect. Your sniffles made his stomach turn as he walked over to his bag and grabbed it glancing once more at you before leaving you to wallow in your shame. Did you really think you had a chance? You had no plan and you panicked the minute he got serious. He wasn’t even trying in that battle with you and yet you crumbled so easily.

You wiped your eyes with your tattered sleeve as you finally stumbled up and grabbed your own belongings. The walk back to the dorm was quiet and painful, every step you took lit a fire in your sore muscles. You looked into the window of the dorms seeing everyone downstairs with each other. You gently set your bag down and pulled your hoodie out. It took a moment to pull on given how it hurt your ribcage to lift your elbows higher than your chest. You chewed on your lip as you pushed the door open and made a beeline for the stairs.

“Y/N! You’re only back now where ya’ been?” Mina’s voice cut through everyone else’s and you froze too scared to turn around.

“U-Um I had to print something out in the Library” You lied and pushed the door to the stairs open and quickly stepped in.

…

You lay on your bed skin damp from the hot shower you spent almost an hour sitting in. The towel wrapped round you providing little comfort to the stinging cuts and purpling skin. Your eyes stinging too with fresh tears that just wouldn’t stop. Your sniffles being the only other sound in your qui-

Buzz!

Your phone lit up on your bedside table as it buzzed multiple times. Your hand reached out weakly to grab it and pull it towards you slowly turning over on your side you read over the notifications from the same person.

DynamightX is typing!…

DynamightX has sent you a message!

DynamightX has sent you a message!

DynamightX is typing!…

DynamightX has sent you a message!

You groaned and just let your phone flop back onto your pillow as you shut your eyes. You didn’t wanna talk to anyone right now. You wanted to be left alone—forever preferably.

Your phone buzzed again and you grabbed it with a sigh, ready to power it off completely and go to sleep when your eyes widened at the image displayed across your screen.

DynamightX is calling!…

Answer Decline

Your breath caught in your throat and your thumb stilled almost painfully at the bright green answer button on your screen. Your heart skipped as you watched it ring, buzzing in your hand until it stopped and you were met with your phones background. You unlocked your phone and hit onto his notifications bringing you onto your chat log. Your eyes reading the multiple back to back messages he had sent you.

1:35pm

DynamightX: my body is a temple of course im gonna take care of it??

2:30pm

DynamightX: what u doing rn I need to ask you somethin

5:00pm

DynamightX: hey loser did ya break ur phone or somethin?

8:00pm

DynamightX: ok seriously where r u?

DynamightX: i know I like to sleep early but theres no way ur asleep before me

DynamightX: i’m gonna keep txting till u reply whats wrong??

DynamightX: ok ur seriously pissing me off tf r u blowing me off for?

Miss call from DynamightX!

DynamightX: sorry i shouldn’t have called u can u just send me somethin so ik ur okay?

XAmethysta_: im okay.

You switched your phone back off and sat it on your dresser. A groan slipping past your lips as you slowly sat up and slipped off your bed, eyes glancing over your device that almost instantaneously began buzzing the moment you sent that message. You shuffled over to your dresser and slipped on your comfiest pajamas. Your towel discarded on the floor behind you, far too sore to bend down and pick it up.

You shuffled back to your bed pulling the blanket up and climbing in. Your knees and back were probably the worst. Your stomach grumbled as you weakly reached for your Tv remote and switched it on immediately putting your favourite show on to try and distract yourself. You couldn’t go downstairs and make some food for two reasons 1) you were in a stupid amount of pain and couldn’t move too well and 2) if anyone seen you they’d ask questions and probably try and take you to recovery girl who would report your injuries to Aizawa.

Your phone buzzed again and you sighed as you reached over for it. Can he not take a hint?. You swiped onto the chat and read over his three new messages.

DynamightX: finally took ya long enough to reply

DynamightX: why did it take u so long tho?

DynamightX: did i do somethin?

You sighed shoulders sagging forward as you slowly typed out a reply. You felt a bit bad as you chewed on your lip. It wasn’t his fault you got beaten so badly you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.

XAmethysta_: no u didn’t I had a bad day and just didn’t want to talk to any1

DynamightX: can I ask what happened?

You chewed your lip thumbs twirling indecisively—should you tell him? What would he think?.

XAmethysta_: I got into a fight n got pretty beat up

Bakugou’s brows furrowed as he read your message. His fingers quickly working a reply. You got beat up? Why—who would beat you up. He didn’t know you but the thought of someone giving you trouble bothered him. You were nice, if he liked you everyone must do.

DynamightX: why? Who beat u up?

XAmethysta_: boy I go to school with just over an issue

Bakugous head grew sore from the tension as he shuffled up a bit in his bed. A boy beat you up but why? And how badly. He knew you were in a school like his to become a pro hero he knew you could handle yourself. You would always text him about training or when you won a training exercise—hell he never went an hour anymore without getting a message from you.

DynamightX: r u okay? Did u go get healed after

XAmethysta_: no no one knows it happened except me n him

Bakugou didn’t even make the connection. The fight with you long out of his mind. He didn’t want to waste anymore thoughts on you instead he was worried about you; the girl he met online.

DynamightX: did u get hurt badly?

Your brows raised a bit at his messages. The boy who was honestly quite cruel and even after you befriended him still was rude to you and still berated people in the chat room yous had met in. You couldn’t help the small smile that etched onto your face at the concern he was showing you. It was a but silly and something you could never admit to your friends in real life but you might’ve grown a tiny crush on your online friend

Who could literally be a forty year old man! Mina’s voice rang clear in your head

XAmethysta_: i think I fractured a rib to be honest but i’ve done that before! So no need to worry. The fight was kinda my fault.

DynamightX: you loser don’t go startin fights if ur just gonna get hurt

XAmethysta_: well i obviously didn’t plan to get hurt

XAmethysta_: super hungry tho i think i’m gonna die💀

Bakugou snorted at your use of the emoji. You used them more than he did and it was something that always got him. His shoulders slacked a bit; you seemed in a better mood which was good. He was still pissed some boy beat you up enough to possibly fracture your rib.

DynamightX: ur so dramatic bet your rib isn’t even fractured

XAmethysta_: hey! I’m injured here don’t make fun of me. I’m starving

DynamightX: go get some food then??

XAmethysta_: can’t cut my face badly too don’t want anyone seeing me walking about all injured n ask questions

DynamightX: can’t b that bad

You chewed your lip once more as you clicked the camera icon in the corner and held it up to your face. Your heart was beating slightly faster, skin warm as you pulled your collar up a bit snapping a photo of the red and purple bruise on your jaw which matched the split lip Bakugou had given you earlier.

XAmethysta_ has sent a photo!

Bakugous eyes widened at the notification on his screen. His finger hovering over the attachment on your message. You had sent a photo—a photo that was possibly of your face. His already sweaty hands grew even damper as his heart skipped—skipped? No, no it didn’t skip. Bakugou’s heart didn’t skip. He didn’t care that much. He didn’t know you other than the messages you shared. His thumb hovered some more before he gave in and hit the attachment.

His relaxed face scrunched up at the sight of your bruised face. His eyes searched every corner of the photo taking it all in. He zoomed in, zoomed out and moved the photo on around. The photo showed just your jaw, lips and the tip of your nose.

She’s got pretty lips

He clicked off the image and began typing.

DynamightX: u really got ur shit kicked in

XAmethysta_: really? How’d u come to that conclusion

DynamightX: drop the sarcasm, r u gonna go make food?

XAmethysta_: no i’ll just waste away

DynamightX: order some food then u can’t not eat

XAmethysta_: aw u care

Bakugou rolled his eyes at your comment. He did care—just a bit but he was more thinking of the logical side. You wanted go be a pro hero so you had to eat especially if you were injured to regain your strength. His furrowed brows relaxed a bit at your next message stating you’d order some takeout if it meant he’d stop getting on like your dad.

DynamightX: long as ur ok and not moping cuz u got beat get some food and some rest loser

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"Just think about it."

"It's Jungkook!"

"Yeah, it's Jungkook. So think about it."

"Hmm."

It's around when your foot is halfway across the threshold that Yoongi speaks again — just as somber as he'd begun the conversation. If, of course, one's ex-boyfriend turned best friend hurtling a bunch of mistruths and delusions at a completely oblivious and confused party of the other could be construed as a "conversation".

"Oh and ______________?"

You turn around, feeling some form of clammy fear sink its grimy talons around your gut the longer this stifled, awkward bout of silence drags on.

"Yeah?"

"Just...be kind. No matter what you do."

And because for some unknown reason a sudden knot appears at the base of your throat, you can't speak — without rhyme or reason it seems nigh impossible to utter a single word so you nod. Nod and leave Yoongi to sit in his studio alone and with that disconcerting glimmer in his eye. 

Jungkook liking you — one has to laugh! 

“Old man has to be checked for dementia,” you grouse to yourself, the only thing hearing your discontent being the darkness of the emptied hallway. 

The thought! The absolute gall! 

Jungkook liking you…

It’s — it's ridiculous!

But because of one nosey little fucker, the idea has been planted in your head now and like an invasive species of flora, it refuses to leave your gardens alone. 

You try to imagine, you give it an honest, good effort but even now, after all these years what you see before your eyes when thinking of Jungkook are those big, wet eyes. It doesn’t matter how many tattoos and piercings he adorns himself with, how many bikes he drives through the night in the name of the thrill, none of it matters — to you he’s just a gangly kid, always turning his face away so you don’t see the nearly constant state of panic reflected in his features. 

What Yoongi has been smoking you have no idea, frankly you certainly don’t want to try it if it causes this sort of brain damage. 

Jungkook yearning for you. 

Yearning. Just hearing that word bounce back in your skull makes you scoff. Yearning was for torrid love affairs and sentimental romance books; no one in real life yearned. Who could possibly have the time?

Grab your jacket —> go home —> forget this ever happened —> maybe share a demure chuckle or two with Yoongi five years laters, because obviously he’d be embarrassed about being this wrong about something but the plan is fucked. 

It’s fucked because big, brown eyes are staring right back at you, as you round the corner into the wardrobe and more importantly they’re holding your jacket. Well, his hands, not the eyes. Eyes couldn’t hold things. 

“Welcome back,” Jungkook outstretches the jacket towards you, his voice rumbling low in the chest. It’s usually a pleasant hum but because of Yoongi you cannot help but wonder whether it’s a pleased hum as well. “Why didn’t you tell me you're stopping by?”

Had it been just yesterday you would have punched his arm, rolled your eyes and annoyed the ever loving shit out of him, saying he’s not your boyfriend — you don’t owe him to know when and where you’re coming and going but it’s today and suddenly merely touching him feels excruciatingly awkward. 

“Must have slipped my mind,” you mutter, struggling to put the jacket on. A faint wrinkle of discontent worms its way in the space between his eyebrows. Frustration rises and he outstretches himself to help you — out of instinct, out of annoyance? — you're not quite sure, before it never crossed your mind to ponder about it. However, now that you do your legs take an automated step back and Jungkook's hands after a second of lingering contemplatively into the air, half reached out towards you drop back to his thighs — unassuming and still.

"Something wrong?" he asks, inclining his head to the side and why....

...why is it sort of cute?

Cute in a very Jungkook way but not in a usual Jungkook way because usually he was like a little brother you never wanted and...

"__________________?"

...and you're spiralling.

"Yeah?" you blink down on him and the frown on his face deepens.

"You're a bit," jerkily, he waves his fingers around. "Out of it."

"You're like a brother to me, right?"

You didn't mean for it to come out as a question but it is now and it's terrifying. It's terrifying because Yoongi was right. Jungkook's not laughing or scoffing or even acting annoyed or offended by this familiarity. Rather there's this ashen film covering his face and the longer his gaze flits anxiously from one spot to another — anywhere but your own persona — the more you understand.

He'd thrust his heart into your awkward hands and now you're simply horrified to even hold it with more pressure — what if it breaks, what if you hurt it in anyway? It feels more like an injured bird than a heart — any wrong move and you would do something that would weigh down on you for the rest of the remaining days.

It's your turn to call out his name and echoing the same confused, absent-minded state you're in, he hums at the mention of his name, eyes hazy and teeth gnawing on his lip.

"I mean I always thought we're...friends, you know?"

"You're still—"

"I'm not little anymore."

For a second he gains a new sort of resolution - the hazy veil in his eyes is traded for something more steel like and his spine straightens just for a second befoer he collapses into himself, muttering with no small amount of bitterness:

"I'm not a kid, ___________, and you're not that much older than me."

"I know it's just," there is an ill-willing sense of a migraine coming on - you could feel it into the tepid albeit painful tension sitting at the base of your neck. "I guess it's just hard to shake off first impressions, Koo."

He gives an ugly sort of snort — a bit bitter, a bit self-depreciating — and you swear there is a "don't I know it" under his breath, grumbled in a tone that implies it's something of an inside joke with himself.

You wonder what it means.

"I'll walk you home," he suddenly utters, jumping up from the seat. Was he always such a beefcake? Your stare lingers just a touch too long and now that the proverbial scales had been ripped off your eyes you fully grasp how he preens underneath this crumb of attention.

It brings back the awkward feel in your hands — like holding something too small and too precious while walking across a tightrope.

"I didn't ask—"

"Tough shit," he throws over his shoulder, already walking away, pretending to be all cool.

"When did you get so commanding?" you grouse, rushing to keep up with him. It's a bit easier to breathe for now, here in the desolate hallway of HYBE's lower wardrobess, things have for now returned to normal and you revel in that fact though in the back of your mind you know things are soon to change. Conversations will be had and secrets will be spiilled, be it for better or worse. You know it and Jungkook knows it but for now you both pretend it's the same it used to be and bicker to your heart's delight.

"Spank me then."

"Fucking perv."

"Who do you think I learned it from?"

"From Namjoon's truly godless porn sites."

"I'm a good boy, I would never."

"Wipe that sly grin off your face and maybe I'll believe you."

send in a picture of the boys and I’ll write a scenario

[jav-animations]

✨💜Re-Introduction💜✨

Hello, tumblr, hello again. I know, i deleted my other account out of a mental breakdown. i know. but this is my... new account!

Y'all already know ... more than i would expect about me lol

•I'm a 18 years old peep, i love to draw and roleplay! I'm into a LOT of fandoms and have lots of husbandos.

•I have discovered my identity already. and i am Genderfluid, Panromantic and Bisexual.

•Yes. I like tickles, cuddling, snuggling, etc. but that does not mean that i have a fetish on it. it's SFW. and it's not my whole personality trait.

•I'm awkward and a weirdo, i know. i may be really annoying sometimes too, so... i'm sorry...

•English is not my main language, i actually speak Spanish. But I'm on my way on learning English. So if any Spanish Speaking follower talks to me, I can guarantee that I'll understand them!

•I'm one of the creators of the Tickle Galaxy project. a cartoon i've been wanting to develop since i was 13

•Purple. Lots of it. i love purple 💜

•Please don't like spam my content, i really hate when someone does it. It's annoying, please Don't do it. Now I'll put here, the fandoms I'm mostly in, or I've been! (If you request me a tickle art or a normal art, take in mind that I've been only into these fandoms-)

✨ Fandom List! ✨

• FNAF

• Undertale

• Papa Louie

• Villainous

• Looney Tunes

• Jelly Jamm

• Kirby

• Splatoon

• Cuphead

• Happy Tree Friends

• Steven Universe

• My Little Pony

• Sonic The Hedgehog

• Eddsworld

• 31 Minutos

• Rayman

• Wow Wow Wubbzy!

• Spooky Month

• Sr. Pelo (in general all his work)

• Mystery Skulls Animated

• Popee The Performer

• Bounce Tales

• The Animaniacs

• Vocaloid

• Wii Deleted You

• Friday Night Funkin'

• The Pink Panther

• Countryballs L.A.

• Apphumans/Webhumans

• Animal Crossing

• /v/-rage (I've not in the fandom but i love the animations! But that doesn't mean i support the things that the comics say or stuff in 4Chan, ok?)

• Mandela Catalogue

• Parappa The Rapper

• Scratchin' Melodii

• Spongebob Squarepants

• The Amazing Digital Circus

• The Fifth Fangs and the Blue Rose (Self Fandom)

• Pizza Tower (Current Hiperfixation)

Hope you like my art and ... Little proyects!

Also, my commisions price chart and do's and dont's :3

https://www.paypal.me/JavieraMasias

[thana-topsy]

Ok I gotta come out and say it. I envy you. Like, to a painful extent. The amount of people you get interested in your characters, how you're incredibly skilled in both visual art AND writing, how readers your fics have. I absolutely adore your work, but seeing it fills me with so much envy it's honestly ridiculous.

Did you deal with similar feelings towards other creators when you started writing fic by any chance? If so, how did you deal with those feelings? I feel genuinely stuck feeling worthless about my fics. I'm not as verbose with my language despite over 10 years of writing under my belt and it seems as though my plots don't interest people as much either. So I feel like there's just nothing of worth about any of my work.

I know that this is a lot to dump on you, but I felt like I would burst keeping this all in. Much love to you and I hope you have a wonderful New Year!

Hey there my friend, I've been sitting with this all day trying to decide how I want to answer you. I genuinely appreciate your honesty, because I know this is a familiar feeling for a lot of people, myself included.

I remember when I first rejoined Tumblr in early 2019, desperately trying to find anyone to talk to about TES, I would look at all these blogs gettings asks about their OCs like they were little celebrities and feel envy and longing. Now, when these feelings start to bubble up, I force myself to take a break from sharing my work, be it art or writing, if only to remind myself why I'm creating it and who I'm creating it for: myself. I know it sounds cheesy, and I probably sound like a broken record, but genuinely I just do this because it's bursting out of my skull. But I won't lie and say the engagement and the support doesn't have a big impact on my motivation. I love sharing with people and getting an enthusiastic response.

I think something people might not realize, or maybe they just forget, is that I used to write a lot of smut. Like...a lot of smut. (I still do). Hahaha and it doesn't get a lot of comments or engagement, but it does draw a lot of eyes. Once my smut stories started taking on heavier plotlines, a comment I'd get a lot was "came for the porn, stayed for the plot." And I wasn't writing smut because I thought it would get me an audience, I was just horny LMAO. But it encouraged me to branch out and experiment with the types of stories I was telling.

Anyways, art is another big part of it, yes. But that also didn't get a lot of engagement in the beginning, and my skills were rusty as hell. I was getting maybe 15 notes on here, 30 likes on instagram. But that didn't really matter to me, I was just insane with inspiration. I'd reach out to people and ask to do art trades, got ghosted a lot, made some good friends, (some people who are still my good friends to this day!). But it took a lot of risks, and I made a lot of accidental enemies and learned a lot of hard lessons. But having visuals to go with the stories I'm writing is like advertisement in its own way. I'm just lucky enough to hyperfixate on this shit like it's my lifeblood. I've always obsessively drawn my favorite characters, ever since I was a wee bab. Long before social media was a factor or the words "content creator" even existed.

And I think that's what it all comes back to. Above all else, do what you do with unbridled joy. If someone else finds joy alongside you, all the better! Even if it's just one person. Take risks, make friends, make enemies, draw that blorbo unapologetically and with wild abandon. Love what you create, even when it's bad. Even when it makes you cringe years later, don't delete it. Even when people try to find every reason to hate what you do and who you are. Don't stop.

Every act of creation is bringing something into the world that didn't exist before you made it. And that alone gives it worth.

Happy New Year!

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Hello there!

I’m feeling chaotic neutral rn bc I just watched a lame gory movie, so could I possibly get some gory slut w Vincent Sinclair?

feel free to ignore this and/or just delete this if ya don’t feel like it, I’m just wondering what kind of messed up things u can think of based off of my messed up ideas.

oh, and w a Fem or GN reader too please!

Don’t feel rushed bc trust me I take a long time to do requests too, so take your time and don’t feel pressured!

have a good day!

Red is the color of Love (and Blood): Vincent x gn!afab!reader

A/N: you have a great night too, thanks for requesting! I loved writing this, I’m not used to writing blood and gore so this was new for me! Hope you like it!

Warnings: Blood, Dead Body, reader also kills, PinV, fingering, sex in blood, knives, screwdrivers, heavy descriptions of killing people, blood being used in a sexual way.

Vincent told you you weren’t allowed to help. But you wanted to. You told him you’d be okay, you even tried to get Bo and Lester to back you up on it. Bo stayed out of it which meant that Lester did too. Which meant you couldn’t help.

Except, who the hell were you to listen?

You sit on the ticket counter in the House of Wax waiting patiently for one or more people from the small group Lester spotted to come in. Vincent would be up not long after which is why you don’t mind there being a few people in the group.

Chatter is heard outside about 20 minutes into you just sitting in the A/C filled museum. Three girls and a man come in all talking loudly.

“They’re so gross. I mean seriously you can’t spend one minute without each other?” One of the women huffs. She has short blonde hair and brown eyes.

“Oh you’re just jealous Jake won’t look at you.”

She gasps and hits the man. “I’m not, I just know I could treat him better than that stupid whore Jess ever could!”

The room goes quiet as the second woman jabs both of them and points at you. You smile.

“Sorry, we didn’t think anyone worked here. How much to look around?” She asks, moving her black hair behind her ear.

“Oh the museum is a nonprofit. You can go ahead and look around. I’m just here to volunteer, ya know make sure no one touches anything they aren’t supposed to.” You explain, she nods and the trio start to look around. The blonde continues to bitch and moan about Jake and Jess. You hop off the counter and go behind it looking for the screw driver you stuck back there, humming to ‘Dancing Queen’ softly.

Vincent’s foot steps are heard coming from the basement stairs. You smirk and pocket the screw driver, watching from behind the counter as he heads towards the group of friends.

Shockingly your boyfriend didn’t see you, you shrug and lean against the wall waiting.

There’s talking. Then silence. Then multiple screams.

The bitchy blonde woman runs out of the kitchen and comes up to you scared. “Please, help! Help me. Fuck they just stabbed my friend. This man he just- fuck you have to help come on!” Tears spill from her eyes. Your adrenaline hikes up, pretending to care you nod your head quickly and she takes your hand.

You pull the screw driver out and yank her back causing her to fall to the floor. Standing over top of her you stomp into her skull causing blood to flow from her face. Some of it splashed onto your boot. You kick her nose up causing the bridge to go into her skull.

You smirk and notice the other girl in your peripheral trying to sneak away from you. Stepping over the other girl’s now dead body you run up to the black haired girl and grab the collar of her shirt. You take your screwdriver and stab it into her throat, wiggling it around. She gurgles and spits out blood onto your face. You wipe it away, causing it to smear.

You take the screw driver out and she attempts to push you off of her. You manage to push her fully into the waxy floor and stab her over and over again with the screwdriver.

You stop when she stops gurgling. Her body fully going limp. You pull the tool from her neck and get up.

Vincent watches you from the kitchen archway. You smile proudly. “I told you I could do it!”

Your adrenaline runs high and Vincent makes his way over to you. You realize how scary he looks in his mask when he’s coming towards you like that. You flinch as he grabs your face looking at it for any scratches.

“Baby I’m fine. Please.” You laugh, he glares and you quiet down frowning slightly. Vincent takes one hand and pulls his mask off. You look at his face and he leans in kissing you aggressively, his lips slowly starting to taste like iron because of the blood on your face. You groan into the kiss as he feels down your body. His lips kiss down your jaw and to your neck biting and sucking on it.

“Fuck baby. You like it huh? You like that I wanna kill people too?” You moan, he nods and starts to push you two towards the now blood covered floor.

Vincent pulls up your tank top and grabs your chest. He sucks on one of your nipples and smears the other in blood.

You roll your hips into him and pant. Taking some blood, you smear it on his face then pull him up from your breast to kiss him.

Vincent’s hands grab your pants and underwear. Yanking them down, the material stretches and makes tearing noises. Neither of you care.

You grab his bulge making his breath hitch, he almost loses stability and falls on top of you. A small grunt leaves your boyfriends lips and you unzip his jeans, pulling his cock out.

Vincent’s bloody hand jerks himself a few times and you watch as blood starts to cover his length. “Fuck.. please fuck me with all the blood on it. Shit baby, just- Ah!”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he thrusts into you without warning. His dick stretches your hole out so much it hurts. Something about you really likes it though.

He grabs your hips and starts to rut into you, letting out small puffs of air every time his cock stretches you out.

You let out loud squeals enjoying being covered in blood and the feeling of Vincent holding onto you so tightly. The two of you kiss, opening your mouths and your tongues intertwining. Your hair begins to soak in blood and your fingers run it through Vincent. His pace now slowing down for even a second. You feel as the knot in your stomach tightens, it keeps tightening and doesn’t stop.

One of his hands comes down and starts to circle your clit, making even more lewd wet noises. You roll your hips into him desperate for more. He gives it to you.

“Fuck Vince. Please oh I love you. I love you baby. Please.” You whine, your kiss causing drool to come from both your mouth and his. His hips slap into you making your back arch. “I’m gonna cum. Oh god. Fuck.”

His hips move faster and your hangs open unable to form words. Your eyes roll back and your orgasm ripples through your body. Your vision goes blurry as your legs shake you let out squeals, Vincent doesn’t let up. He fucks you through your orgasm, he finishes not long after you, bucking his hips over and over again. He falls onto you and a small ‘oof’ escapes your lips.

He takes a non bloody part of his sleeve and wipes your face before kissing you gently. You hum and play with his sticky hair.

“Can we go shower?” Your voice is hoarse, he looks up at you nodding quickly. His strong arms pick you up and carry you back to the house.

The bodies can wait until later.

[syoddeye]

Hi Sy, please delete this if it is too personal or awkward lol Genuinely, I don't know how to write this. You are one of the oldest writers I follow and I have followed you for months. I am a big fan! I am contacting you because I have seen you post about being in fandom for over a decade (?). This is probably trivial but what do you do when people in fandom do not like you? Or your content doesn't get notes? I am having a hard time making friends. I send asks and comments but nobody engages with me or my content. Please delete if you don't want to answer I am sorry lol

hi friend, sorry this took a minute to answer but i saw it right as i was crumbling to dust. "you're one of the oldest writers i follow"? OUCH. just joking. i forget that for many of y’all, being in your 30s and up = ancient. sincerely my feelings are not hurt i am delighted to be out of my 20s ANYWAY

what do i do when people in fandom do not like me?

honestly, unless someone directly tells me otherwise, i assume we're cool. it's the same offline. and nobody has ever reached out to inform me—usually they just block me, which is fair, fine, and better for everyone in the long run. when you’ve participated in fandom (and life? 💀) for so long, you learn to follow what makes you happy and let go of the rest. including people.

what do i do if my content writing and art and fan contributions don't get notes?

while i write for myself and my bubble of friends, i won't lie and say i don't enjoy seeing my stuff go far. i am a human being. i am not immune to the numbers! but if you're new to a fandom and struggling to build community, it can take awhile to see "results". that doesn't negate the value of your contributions. there is this post i reblogged the other day i think is relevant:

it's not an exact match BUT i want to emphasize the "3 random lesbians" line. keep creating. you will find your three lesbians*. then you'll get introduced to their three lesbians, and so on and so forth. (i quit tumblr years ago, started posting to ao3 in 2023, made friends there, followed them here, and wa-bam. gradually found community.)

*they may not be lesbians

communicating on the internet has been difficult since day one. if you only knew how many conversations i’ve killed by shoving my foot in my mouth and out the back of my skull. sometimes folks are busy. or don’t know what to say beyond thank you. or they genuinely don’t want to respond. try not to dwell on it. easier said than done, i know, but in my experience, it’s hardly ever personal.

i think it’s also worth reflecting on your participation on a regular basis. take a temp check: am i having fun writing/drawing? am i creating what i want to create? does this make me feel bad and if so, how? does this fandom stress me out and if so, how? your answers will help you make decisions on how you move forward, whether that’s changing up your style, your following list, your block list, filtered content, etc.

fandom is a marathon. the course is different for every single person. just remember you can take breaks, watch other runners, quit, and rejoin at anytime.

(if any of my fellow Ancient Beings and/or anyone wants to add their wisdom to this, please do)

[aaaaaaaaaaaa-hey-its-jude-or-bee]

okok ik I should probably start that violinist!farmer x elliot but HEAR ME OUT ON PUNK METAL!FARMER----

Imagine like farmer being like this really scary looking guy, coming to the valley with those spike bracelets on and trad goth makeup/corpse paint, looking like a full on murderer, skull t-shirt, those ripped thigh-high pants and chains from My Little Halo and everything;;.....

..only to be interested in geeky/nerdy hobbies, like collecting Hello Kitty/My Melody plushies, paint, and is somehow really good with the ASS trio (Abigail, Sebastian, Sam) + young adults/kids in general

.......and also punk metal!farmer is like the same age as Harvey LMAO, just like 2 ~ 3 years younger...

Farmer's got like, long dark brown hair too, it's amazing how he doesn't break a sweat doing farm work; you'd think he's cold blooded

Farmer's so engaging with the general community of the valley too, despite his usual gothic appearance slightly scaring Jaz and Vincent, he's a kind fellow who helps around here and there.

He'd probably be one of the first to test a game Sebastian coded, help orchestrate a song with Sam (farmer played cello in highschool?), or do/give manicures to Abigail while chatting about ghosts,,

He doesn't leave out Maru either; albeit he doesn't talk to her much, and Jaz and Vincent just need to get use to his corpse paint- but he doesn't dare talk with the kids unless they're the ones to strike conversation.

(because he's tried once, and Jaz ran away to Penny LMAO) (embarrassment 101)

Alex's cool with him too; he plays gridball with farmer sometimes,, (if you can count farmer losing most of the time after round 3 of gridball because he's too tired)

Especially when farmer develops a crush on Harvey/Elliot too, like he's not that bad at hiding it, but he spends a lot of free time with the trio so obviously they notice LMAO

“You want... THE FAMILY MEDICINE DOCTOR??????”

“You tell him and I'm moving out-”

poly!harvey x elliot x punk metal!farmer too omg

obsessed with the extrovert x introverts poly trope tho

what if I was devious and added morris /j /j /j

Ok I have to go do chores now my parents are gonna kill me if I don't LMAO

- 🫚anon

I don't know if this is a request but I am gonna just wjsjsjs and then I'll like add stuff onto this later on to make this some sort of thing maybe depends,,,,, would go insane with metal punk farmer like absolutely, would go insane,

I deleted two entire paragraphs because I did not like how I written my ideas, so, imagine when you first arrive yeah? You need to befriend the older people first, and then the parents of stardew valley, doing things for them, running errands, so they'll talk about you to everyone else and become friends with you, they'll say you're nice and all that, and not as scary as you seem, so, you soon become friends, even though it takes a long time, with the others in the small town, and you have to slowly befriend the children, which takes a longer time, since they are kids and kids have the power of imagination, which, can lead to scary thoughts and images on whatever, so you have to be careful and ask their parents how you could possibly seem not scary, and so their kids wouldn't have to seem so scared around you, and act like they're walking on eggshells in their homes when you visit or when you're walking around town doing your own thing, since you just want them to be comfortable around you and not worry about you, since you're not scary and you're just wearing makeup you know??

Like that would be nice, I would also enjoy having a mod where you just need to befriend the older people before you could try and befriend the bachelors and bachelorettes, or even try and romance them, you need to get close with their family and friends before you could do such things, not sure how I'm gonna romance Harvey but you know what that's fine.

[2af-afterdark]

Ok. I wrote a 2hole thing in here before with each of the angels specifically and my thoughts but it got deleted so I'll just ask for a request

DomGod!Mc spanking Gabriel?

NooOOoOooooOo. I would have loved to read that. Curse you Tumblr! Let the Anons speak!

But... Gabriel spanking... there are so many ways to go with that. A lot of the God!MC au was made before we really had a good idea of what the characters were like, so sometimes I adjust things to fit more with what I see in game. I like my version of Gabriel though, so I'm gonna made the two together here and see how it works when he's completely and utterly selfish about getting MC's attention but also acknowledges that MC is their own person.

Heaven is boring. The entire place was made to revolve around God, so little was added that would distract from being able to revere them. MC is the new God and they can see why the old one left. It's stifling to be the center of Heaven. It's oppressive to be loved by angels that revolve their entire existence around them. They aren't even sure if "love" is the right word. It's more like the angels of Heaven use MC to feel better about themselves and their place in the universe.

And Gabriel? Gabriel is the worst of them all in some ways. Okay, they all suck, but Gabriel is a special kind of suck. Gabriel is the only one that calls them but name, but there is a subtly mocking tone when he says it. Not mocking them, per se, but mocking the idea that they think they can still be only MC. At the same time, he sounds euphoric when he says their name, because he's the only one that uses it in all of Heaven. It's something of theirs that's only his and he will abuse the privilege.

Their name is sickeningly sweet as it drips like honey from his lips. It echoes in their head, beating against their skull and driving them mad. He says it so calmly, like a lover whispering in the night. He uses it so casually and with such reverence...

It makes MC feel sick.

They've asked many, many times for him to stop. They've told him that he's not allowed to use the same name as their friends. He isn't allowed to address them like that. They aren't friends!

But he keeps doing it...

Do you know the phrase "spare the rod, spoil the child"? MC is starring to understand what it means. If MC is supposed to be God now, doesn't that mean that punishing disobedience is their job? Perhaps Gabriel can be the first one they test their new duties on.

He's almost too eager to lay across their lap when they tell him to. If MC didn't know better, they would think he was smiling.

When they bring their hand down against his backside, he barely makes a sound. They do it again to the same response. They scowl as they pull down his pants and expose his bare buttom. Then they smile as he finally yelps when they hit him.

They do it again and again and again until they lose track of how many times it's been and Gabriel's ass is cherry red. The entire time, he hasn't said anything, but the sound of his cries are ingrained in MC's memory. Between each one, it sounded almost like he was praying. Not the kind for forgiveness, but the kind given in thanks.

MC feels vile afterward. Not because it was wrong, but because they enjoyed doing it. They are sick to their stomach that they allowed Gabriel to get enough of a rise out of them to do that. And they are disgusted that they want to hear him cry more. Maybe spank him until he can't sit or walk properly...

Gabriel, for his part, does not seem upset. If anything, he appears to be amused as he calls MC's name yet again just to see the shivk in their eyes turn to anger once more.

[tw-inkl-e-tit-s]

✩-Too Late-✩

A/N: Sorry, this is so short lol also I was trying to make it sadder.

Pairing: Miguel Cazarez Mora x fem!reader

Warnings: Cussing, and Angst

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Miguel lay on his bed, bored out of his mind. Not knowing what else to do he decided to listen to his fans and start a live since they have been on his ass about the lack of content lately. He walked to his bathroom to brush his hair and put it in a low ponytail, He then put on a hat. Before he set his phone up he decided to post something on his story about going live. He scrolled through Instagram for a little before he found his way onto tiktok, He was looking at your account, Admiring your beauty. "How can she be that gorgeous." He thought.

A notification popped up on his phone screen immediately grabbing his attention, "masonthamesofficial has posted on their story!" He clicked the notification and watched the video. "Hey y/n/n!" Mason yelled as he ran up to you, "What Mason?" You asked not noticing the camera in his hand. "I have a present for you," He giggled, You cocked a brow. "What is it?" Before you could blink you were being soaked by water guns from both sides. Madeleine and Brooke could be heard laughing as well as Mason who was stepping back to film the scene- also trying not to get wet- "Fuck you, Mason-" Miguel busted out laughing as the video ended, swiping up on the story and sending laughing emoji's (let's be honest he speaks emoji) He then sent the video to his sister Alondra who he knew would get a kick out of- since you and she are besties -Mason had replied with skull emoji's and said that Miguel should come up to visit.

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"Do I have six toes?" He laughed and shook his head, "No I do not have six toes." He continued to look threw all the questions his fans sent him, Most of them being about him and y/n. Miguel didn't know how to work shit on live so it was a mess, "Oh, Mason joined!" He smiled. He accidentally clicked on a question, "What? oh," He began to read the comment out loud "Miguel and y/n-" he stopped and smiled at the question, he deleted it and moved on. "y/n is beside me," Mason wrote, Miguel's face flushed red as he tried to hide his smile "what is my favorite drink? Dr. Pepper." he scrolled down a few more before getting a notification saying mason wanted to join the live. He felt nervous as y/n was with Mason, "Maybe she went home." he thought as he clicked on the accept button, Mason popped up on the screen standing on a counter with sunglasses on and a hairbrush in his hand.

"Uhh, you good bro?" Miguel asked laughing, Mason just stood there and everybody was sending laughing and skull emoji's in the comments. All of a sudden 'My milkshake' starts playing and Mason starts singing and dancing on the counter. Miguel was in tears at this point just laughing, "what the fuck is wrong with my friend" He thought. "Mason where is my hairbrush!!" Miguel froze as he heard your voice on the other side of the screen. Mason stopped and looked at you, You stood there looking breathtaking as always. "Gimme my shit back bro!" you yelled as you tried to grab the brush, "No!" Mason laughed as he held the brush above his head. "Fine, I'll be back, but I won't be unarmed." you ran off into Brooke's room out of breath. "Jeuse you good?" she asked, you shook your head no. "Mason took my hairbrush and I need it back." she got up and ran to the kitchen where she saw Mason singing into y/n's hairbrush in front of the phone.

She grabbed the Nerf gun and shot him, y/n grabbed her hairbrush that fell to the ground. "Ugh y/n what do you even need it for, you're hair is fine." He groaned as he got up, "I'm going on a date, I need to do my hair." Everybody's face dropped. Including Miguels, He felt sick and sad, angry at himself for not asking you out sooner. He quickly ended the live and threw his phone on his bed. The smile on her face when she said it, He should be making her smile like that, Not somebody else. Mason knew how much Miguel liked y/n and he was trying to get them together. He looked at his phone and saw that the live ended, He looked down and sighed. "I'm happy for you y/n/n" You smiled and walked away. He just knew Miguel was blaming himself for this right now. But Miguel knew he was too late.

#list: @istgpleaseshutup @bonezisdeded @weehelers @brokenphonewires @deadghosy @shreksmilk

[fallingblueroses]

This is my third attempt at posting this. I keep deleting it before I post.

This is a first draft of the scene from my VoicePlay fic on Ao3 where Geoff rescues Cesar. Geoff's original kill count by the end of the fic was going to stand at 9, but as the story went on I felt it was more "in character" for him to not have a trail of bodies behind him.

Also, in the first drafts Ir'sia was posing as a government-employed vampire hunter and employed humans to do her dirty work for her. They managed to get Kathy, William, Layne, and Eli before Geoff knew something was wrong. He's understandably furious as he goes to intercept Cesar.

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Cesar tried to keep himself calm as the car went on, but that was hard to do with the gun pressing into his right side. The guy on his left was fidgeting constantly and kept looking out the windows, which added to his own nervousness.

And the driver's too, apparently. "Will you calm down?"

The nervous guy frowned. "I keep thinking we're being watched."

"You're paranoid," the guy with the gun said. "No one even knows the kid's missing yet. And he ain't gonna give us any trouble." The gun dug into Cesar's ribs. "Are you?"

"No," Cesar growled.

"Good boy." He looked over at his nervous friend. "Now calm your ass."

The driver sighed. "I'm gonna cut through the back streets. Get out of this traffic." The car made a right turn, and began to go down an alley. A few streets later they were cut off when a white van pulled to a stop in front of them. The driver slammed on his brakes and laid on the horn--

Geoff popped out of the van, landed on the car's hood and punched through the windshield. The glass was still cracking when Geoff grabbed the driver and bashed his head against the steering wheel before turning his attention to the shotgun seat. The gun in Cesar's ribs turned toward Geoff, and Cesar punched the gunman in the face with his bound hands as the nervous man bailed out.

The sound of breaking bone came to Cesar's ears as the man riding shotgun slumped over. A second later the door behind the gunman was literally ripped from its hinges and Geoff pulled the man out of his seat with enough force to break the seatbelt. Cesar heard the man's skull crack as Geoff bashed his head against the pavement, and when he looked out of the car blood was already starting to run over the ground. Geoff looked up at Cesar. "You okay?"

"Sure." He looked at Geoff's bloodstained hands as he reached in the car and examined the cuffs on Cesar's wrists. "What's going on?"

"Someone wants my attention." Geoff grabbed the chain with both hands and pulled, and Cesar jumped when the metal snapped. "Get in the van and drive. I'll catch up."

"Where are you going?"

"After the last guy."

Cesar shook his head. "He's long gone."

Geoff smiled. "I have his scent. Now get going."

"Wha--" Cesar blinked as he realized Geoff was already gone. He barely caught a glimpse of his friend as he rounded the corner in a blur.

He got in the still-running van and began to drive as Geoff had told him. After a few blocks he had to pull into a parking lot to gather his nerves. He rested his head against the steering wheel and took several long, deep breaths.

I don't know what's going on, but God, I hope I wake up soon.

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Layne looked up from where he was sitting as he heard a phone ring. The elderly man pulled a phone from his pocket and answered it. "Yes?"

The man on the other end screamed so loudly that Layne could hear him clearly. "You son of a bitch!" The other captors turned to look toward the elder as the screaming continued. "You lied to us! You said those charms would protect us!"

Brownbeard took the phone from the elderly man and put it on speaker. "Todd. Is that you? What happened?"

"Castellucci happened! He killed them! He killed them!" The man--Todd--gasped for breath. "He impaled Jon on the steering wheel! He snapped Vic's neck!"

Layne couldn't help but smile, and when he looked at Eli the smaller man was grinning as well. Looks like this round went to the good guys.

Then it hit him.

Geoff had just killed two people.

Their captors looked uneasy--except for Blondie, Layne noticed. She looked...pleased.

"What about James?"

"He was fighting with the kid. I got the hell out of there."

"Coward," Blondie said in a low voice.

"Come back to the warehouse," the elderly man ordered.

"Oh fuck no. You can keep your money. I'm not going anywhere near--" The voice cut off for a few seconds.

"Todd?" The captor asked.

"No," Todd gasped in utter terror. There was a clatter as if the phone had hit the ground, and Todd's voice receded. "No. Please, no. We weren't going to hurt the kid!"

Geoff's voice was a low, angry rumble. "Where are they."

"Wha--what?"

"Where are they?! My wife! My child! My friends! Where are they! Who has them! Tell me now!"

Todd's voice became high, hysterical. "Please! I don't want to die!" He screamed, but it became muffled as if a hand had been clamped over Todd's mouth.

Geoff's tone was blood-chilling when he spoke next. "You had your chance to confess. Now, I'll find out for myself." Then quiet.

The man with the phone frowned. "What's happening?"

"He's likely drinking," Blondie said, that pleased smirk still on her face. She took the phone. "He'll find out everything he wants to know from the blood."

The other captors' uneasiness increased, and Layne's stomach began to feel queasy. Drinking. He could imagine it easily.

Brownbeard finally looked at the others. "That's it. I'm out."

The elderly man frowned. "You can't quit now."

"I'm not giving my life to save yours. You said those crosses would protect us--"

"And I told you," Blondie said, "that those crosses wouldn't help. Castellucci's older than Christianity. Those symbols mean nothing to him." She looked at Brownbeard. "If you want to save your life, you'll see this through. Now he knows everything Todd knew. He knows where we are. And he's going to come for what's his and you've already heard he's willing to kill for it. Your only hope of survival is to help me capture him."

Layne wondered at her tone. There was a seriousness about it, but also a satisfaction. As if she'd planned for all this and everything was going exactly as she wanted.

But Eli had caught something else. "Hold it. You're seriously standing there and telling us that Geoff is more than two thousand years old?"

Blondie looked over. "Of course not. He's over seven thousand years old.

"Oh sure," Eli said sarcastically. "Of course. After all, there's nothing a guy who's lived for seven thousand years wants to do more than settle down, start a family, join an acapella group, post videos to social media. Makes perfect sense!"

"Those things feed his vampiric need for love and adoration."

"Those sound like very human needs to me," Layne said.

Blondie opened her mouth, but then Geoff's voice came over the phone. "I assume you're still listening."

"Of course we are, Av'osk," Blondie said.

Silence. When Geoff spoke next, his voice was like icicles being stabbed into Layne's stomach. "Ir'sia."

"Yes, Av'osk, it's me. It's been a long time."

"If you have harmed so much as a hair on their heads--"

"Calm yourself, Av'osk. Your humans are safe. And they will not be harmed as long as you come and surrender yourself to me."

"I'm coming," he growled. "And this time, I swear on whatever soul I have that I'll make sure you're dead!"

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here we go...

DCAS episode 3 thoughts

spoilers!!!

(no duh.)

first of all, somebody spoiled in chat that lake would be the vote, so i’m pissed off enough as it is

patrons... when i catch you patrons...

seriously fuck all of the leakers & patrons that spoil stuff. i hate you guys. hope your pillow is hot on both sides

anyways!!! genuine opinion time

tom, my baby, my love, the light of my life, you did a good job voting for lake. this might be controversial but i think that, out of everyone, she is definitely someone to get out early. maybe there will be some sort of comeback challenge that she’ll win, because i don’t feel like her story is fully over yet, but for now, i’m satisfied she was the one to go.

connor and riya make me more uncomfortable by the day, but thank you to riya for putting an end to their situationship. not looking forward to connor doing pathetic puppy eyes and sighing broken-heartedly throughout the challenges though. and just between you and me, i truly hope one of them is the next vote.

also why did she say "i’m not your daughter" when they’re supposed to be interpreted as a couple/situationship thing... isn’t that a weird writing choice... or is it just me skull emoji fire emoji

on the note of another weird couple, yul is showing his true colors. i told you it was only a matter of time before he showed his true colors... grett, baby, you deserve so much better. i hope when this ship inevitably crashes that grett kicks him in the nuts at one point. she deserves to crush his balls. as a treat :3

love to see a potential alec-fiore-miriam alliance, and miriam back on her gaslighting shit. i have the feeling she might make the merge, but ellie will have her revenge against her and get her out by exposing her somehow. but for this to work, we would need someone dumb enough to vote for her, and i really wonder who- nvm jake is still in the game!! (and tom could probably be manipulated ORRR he could change his priorities and realize that jake and miriam ain’t shit

DEREK AND TREVOR ARE SOOO FUNNY derek’s voice actor is the best of the bunch and i am dead serious. he is sooo funny his deliveries are always so good (compared to many of the others that i would be burnt at the stake for giving the names of lol) derek forgetting THEY are the interns made me laugh so hard i love them

ashley please stop fueling jake’s dumbass fantasies he’s bad and fucking stupid enough as he is

jake can you just accept some people can be friends or are you going to be arophobic this entire series /hj. only a joke because of the arophobia but has this man never heard of platonic male relationships? not to be mean but [CENSORED] [CENSORED EVEN MORE] [CENSORED AS IF IN THE COMMUNIST ERA] [MY LAWYER ADVISED ME TO DELETE THIS ENTIRE SEQUENCE]

fuck jake

fuck riya

fuck connor

fuck jake

fuck yul

fuck jake

fuck yul

oh and how could i forget?

FUCK JAKE

sorry i know he didn’t do much this episode i just hate his ass

tess was really smart with her vote tbh... love that for her. she gets it

aiden and tom alliance PLEASE I CAN FEEL IT BLOOMING I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP SO MUCH ARGHHH

fuck jake

fiore deserves better, she hasn’t even done anything this season, why will nobody give her a damn break lol? ashley and jake when i catch you...

hunter fuck you. you know what you did

ally-hunter-fiore alliance getting out jake WHEN WHEN WHENNNNNN!!!!!!!! not a want but a NEED!!!

fuck yul

fuck jake

FUCK JAKE!!!

also fuck riya and connor and their stupid ass drama

and fuck yul

but how could i forget? fuck jake

that’s all :3

(fuck jake btw)

placing my bets for the next episode...

ally-hunter-fiore alliance blooms but hunter is visibly hesitant about it. thank god he doesn’t have to vote, or he’d have probably already betrayed the alliance...

tom-aiden bonding, tom reluctantly accepts ellie as an ally, and gabby tries to get the two closer to each other, at least to work together if not to be friends

yellow team loses. riya goes home (more of a hope than anything though, realistically i think hunter and/or ally have good chances of leaving...)

alec-miriam-fiore alliance also blooms. throw connor in there too, but only as an ally of alec’s. alec is the one to convince connor to vote for riya.

jake explodes and fucking dies

yul explodes and fucking dies

riya explodes and fucking dies