#was really hoping the first anon hate i got would be something actually upsetting

[lurker-extraordinaire-657645]

anglophones don't deserve rights

???????im sorry????????

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

congrats on 2222!! soulmate au with frankie would be so cute. I love frankie sm he’s just the cutest 😍

Hi lovely! Thank you for this prompt. I was a bit apprehensive because I've read one (1) soulmate AU in my entire life and wasn't sure if I could do it justice. But obviously, Frankie takes this by the ears and I just had the best time writing it. This is also a college AU because apparently I love AUs set with Pedro boys in college 🤷🏻‍♀️

This drabble is actually an AU of an upcoming fic I have in the works, called Summer House (with a lot less angst and pain). I hope you like it sweet anon!

Frankie Morales x soulmates AU

Fuck Yeah 2222 Sleepover micro drabble request | 1346 words (sorry) | warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, college AU, inexperienced reader, drinking games, friends to soulmates

Sometimes, you wonder what colour Frankie’s eyes are.

It’s not something you wonder about often, not when everyone has grey eyes - but not really. One day, when you kiss your soulmate for the first time, you will see their eye colour, and they will see yours.

So you definitely don’t have any business wondering anything of the kind about Frankie at all, seeing that you two do not get along. Never have, probably never will, despite having been in the same close knit group since you were kids. Benny has long played the second to your principal in your duels with Frankie, while Santi is his, with Will keeping the peace whenever you get into a particularly thorny disagreement.

But that’s the funny thing about friendship. Despite your bickering, you got his back, and you know he has yours.

You’ve heard about it once or twice through the grapevine in high school, but finding one’s soulmate seems to be a dime a dozen in college, with happy news dropping left, right and centre throughout the academic year.

While you’re not in a hurry to find your fated other half, you start thinking that you should at least get started with the kissing part. You’re way behind your friends and peers on that front, somehow missing out on the formative experience despite being a regular fixture at house parties at high school, then sorority parties in your freshman year in college.

You really should blame the boys. No one wants to risk messing with a girl who has three hulking seniors and one equally hulking sophomore at her beck and call, not when there are far easier options around.

But you know it’s not just that, and you’ll only admit it when you're drunkenly tucking yourself into bed, alone yet again after another party. It feels like you’re the only person your age who’s still (stupidly) holding onto the hope that your first kiss can be something, not just a sloppy makeout session with too much tongue and too little meaning.

And so you find yourself, still never been kissed, when summer rolls around at the end of your first year at college. Your gang of five is about to shrink to just you and Benny, with the rest of the boys enlisting after they graduate, and the impending farewell upsets you more than you care to show.

The five of you spend the first week together at the Millers’ summer house after school lets out, as has been tradition since you were kids - with your parents when you were younger, but it’s been just kids for the last few years.

Well, just the kids plus one, since Frankie always brings a girlfriend. Unfailingly, it's someone beautiful with perfect hair who has a wandering eye for the other boys, and hates your guts for being the only girl in the group.

On the last night, the guys invite a select crowd over for one final hurrah before they go home and get ready to ship out to basic training the following week. Music is booming, cheap beer is flowing, and you’re all in the garden, the sticky Floridian heat clinging to you like a second skin.

Ironically, it’s Frankie’s girlfriend who wants to play spin the bottle. He sits opposite you, his Standard Oil cap pulled over his eyes but failing to hide his annoyance at being forced to participate. You roll your eyes at him across the circle, and he gives you a middle finger back.

Will, the self-appointed gamesmaster, spins the bottle set on a pizza box atop the lawn.

It spins, and spins, and spins - until it doesn’t.

You look on in sheer horror when the bottle stutters to a stop squarely before you, the other end pointing at Frankie, who turns green with nausea.

‘FUCK NO!’

You attempt to run, only to be tackled to the ground by Santi, who practically hauls you by the waist back to the circle as you kick and scream.

Frankie, on the other hand, has to be restrained by both Miller brothers.

‘I have a girlfriend!’ he shouts, digging the heels of his beat-up sneakers into the grass.

She doesn’t seem to mind though, clapping gleefully along with everyone else, chanting, ‘Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!’

Shoved toe to toe in the middle of the circle under watchful eyes, you exchange vicious glares. Frankie’s broad shoulders are hunched over defensively, arms crossed. It’s strange, you’ve known him forever, but this is probably physically the closest you’ve ever been to each other without being locked in a fist fight.

Warmth bounces off his tightly wound up frame as he towers over you, and by some folly, you feel an inexplicable pull.

You fight the staggering want to bury your nose in that grey tshirt (the one he wears Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and restocks at Old Navy when it wears too thin), to swipe that hat off his head to brush the curls from his face, to look into his eyes - and see what colour they are.

In the end, Frankie breaks first - you’re not sure if it’s the jeering and goading from the crowd or your stubborn standoff that makes him snap. Grabbing you by the elbow, he hauls you firmly into his chest before you can react.

You should be embarrassed, mortified that this is how you’re going to end up losing your first kiss. And yet, losing doesn't seem like the right word.

There’s a deep-seated calmness inside you, knowing that it’s going to be Frankie. The boy you’ve known since you were three, the teenager who used to make you cry with stupid juvenile pranks, and the man now who wouldn’t hesitate to throw a punch if anyone even looks at you the wrong way.

As soon as the tip of his proud nose brushes yours, your eyes slide shut of their own accord - and he kisses you.

God, his lips are so soft. Your breath catches in your throat, and your knees wobble so dangerously that your fingers twist into the front of his tshirt, holding on for dear life.

Can he tell that you don’t know how to kiss, at all? Does he think you’re terrible? The fact that this feels so fucking perfect despite having no idea what you’re doing sets you on edge, a magnifying glass trained on your inexperience in a way that makes you stiffen with nerves and awkwardness. 

He must be appalled at how bad you are, especially after the litany of gorgeous, more experienced girls he’s been with over the years. You can’t believe you’re subjecting him to this, how would he ever look you in the eye afterwards -

But then, something shifts when his hands find your waist, palms easily spanning the small of your back as he pulls back for air, but only just, still so close that you can feel the tickle of his beard on your chin. There’s an unmistakable hitch in his breath, a tremour as he exhales, which in turns makes you tremble and switches off the unwelcome commentary in your head.

It’s as if he wants you.

Before you can think too hard, Frankie leans in and kisses you again, harder this time, the tip of his tongue tracing the seam of your mouth, and heat chases down your spine like a meteor. He sucks on your bottom lip when it falls open in a gasp, dipping between your lips with a clever swipe of his tongue against yours that makes you shudder and whimper, which he swallows with a possessive growl.

Your lungs are burning when he draws back, his nose still touching yours.

Then he calls your name.

You blink as your eyes open -

Frankie’s staring at you, lips parted, his gaze reverential. Like he’s never seen you before. Reaching up, he takes your face in his hands, calloused palms on your cheeks, thumbs swiping away the tears that won’t stop. You break into a watery grin, which he mirrors, a warm chuckle rumbling in his chest, holding you close as everything falls into place -

Frankie’s eyes are brown.

Note: In case it's not clear, in this fic, everyone’s eyes appear grey. You can only see your soulmate's eye colour after you kiss them for the first time.

[rashomonss]

A HUMANS WRATH

Part XIV

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a/n: Sorry for taking so long to update (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ) I hope y’all enjoy the chapter though! Also can you believe it, we’re finally getting to the end of this story! I’m kinda sad but excited to finish it haha

you didn’t actually expect to like them did you?

“Who are you?” Was your first thought, however, is that really a question you should be asking to someone who looks just like you?

“I’m MC….who are you?” The person replied in a slightly defensive tone. You could tell they were weary of you right off the bat.

Who wouldn’t be if they saw what you both were currently experiencing.

“I’m MC too.” You replied. The frown they gave you didn’t go unnoticed.

“That can’t be possible. Who are you really?” They asked, taking a step forward.

“It is possible… because we are the same person.”

“What are you talking about?” They asked again.

Had your Barbatos not explained the whole time situation to them? You thought with an annoyed sigh.

“I’m you and you’re me, we’re from different universes. That book you dropped by the doorway…Barbatos gave it to you did he not?” You asked, showing them the matching book in your hand.

“He did. Why do you ask?” They questioned picking up the book.

“This was the cause of what happened between us. Have you not realized the demon brothers you’ve been hanging around with were awfully clingy and needy” you asked. Their answer was something you had been waiting to hear due to the reputation they had in their original universe.

“That does make sense…but why are you bringing this up?”

“Because our souls switched. We had both been reading this book at the same time one night and the next morning it switched our souls. Mine went to your universe and yours went to mine.”

The confused look that plagued their face was one that brought surprise to yours.

“Had Barbatos not informed you?”

“I haven’t spoken to him much. I’m not fond of the butler to be honest. But I’ve been getting better” they said with a sigh.

“You’ve been getting better?”

“Yeah, with interacting with demons”

“Did you have trouble talking to them or something?”

Your question provoked an offended look on their face and they quickly responded. “I hated demons so I didn’t talk to them much is all. However the brothers…well I suppose your brothers helped me”

“They helped you? In what way?” A part of you hoped they wouldn’t say what you thought it was.

“I had a talk with them after getting into it with Belphie. But he apologized for everything that happened in the attic, all of them also made it a point to include me and not overstep boundaries” they explained, the frown on their face disappearing ever so slightly as they continued to speak.

Your demons apologized.

Belphegor apologized?

Your Belphegor apologized to a human he didn’t even kill from another universe.

You looked at them blankly and asked “What did he apologize for?”

“For killing us.”

“You stole my apology.”

“What?”

A second later you harshly shoved them into the wall. The loud thud sound rang through the room as you approached them.

“You have no right to receive my apology when your demons apologize on a daily basis.”

“They never meant it. It was always some half hearted apology and they hoped I would eventually forgive them if they said sorry enough”

“An apology is an apology. You should be grateful you got one.”

“I am. Why are you so upset?”

“Because that was supposed to be me. Unlike your demons, mine have never brought up the incident. They never considered my feelings or much less cared.”

“Are you saying they never brought up the whole ordeal once?”

“Yes they just swept the whole thing under the rug”

“Why didn’t you say anything? Why did you let them walk all over you like that? You’re not some doormat” They replied standing up to talk face to face with you.

You gave them an offended look but refused to say anything because deep down you knew a part of it was true. The other MC sighed and looked at you apologetically.

“You need to set boundaries.”

“And you need to go back to your own world” you snapped.

They sighed and averted their gaze from you. “I don’t think I’m ready to see them yet”

“Diavolo is getting out of control there. You need to go back.” You replied bluntly.

“What if I don’t want to?” They asked, raising an eyebrow. A part of them wondered how far they could pester you till you began to get provoked, however they decided against it in the end.

The dissatisfied expression that crossed your face didn’t go unnoticed by them, however they didn’t falter.

“I don’t feel like dealing with Diavolo’s whole exchange program. He keeps pushing the topic so much it’s unsettling. Ever since the incident I had with the brothers he was the first one who suggested we make up. However when I denied him he didn’t quit” They sighed.

“You think I want to deal with it? He dislocated my arm and tried to trap me at the castle” you replied with a more aggressive tone than before.

They raised an eyebrow and looked at you slightly concerned. “He did that?” They asked, even if they hated Diavolo’s presence he never once laid a hand on them, so for him to do that to another version of them was quite a shock.

“Yeah he did. That’s not the point however. The point is you need to go back and fix whatever happened between you and your demons so I can go home to mine”

They shuffled around skeptically and looked at you with a sigh. “I don’t know if I can face them. What if I end up hurting them again or they set me off with their obsessive behavior? Not that I minded it in the beginning but you get the idea. I just don’t know how to feel around them.”

You gave them a large sigh in response. Even now you were giving advice to someone when you got none in return. “Just take it slow. And do the same thing you’ve been doing with my demons. I’m sure they like you enough to understand you require boundaries” you spoke, smiling half heartedly trying not to show how upset you were in the process.

“You think so? I guess it never hurts to try” they replied after sometime in thought, to their response you only gave a small nod.

You walked over to them and held out their version of the cursed book, nodding for them to take it. For a while they stared at the book, then looked back and forth between theirs and yours.

Annoyed, you held the book out further until they finally took it and gave you yours. They gave you a small smile and a nod.

“Well thank you for the advice, but if I want to get better I should start as soon as I can.” They spoke softly. “Thank you for helping me, even if you weren’t directly there, I appreciate it”

“You’re welcome, but I didn’t do much” you spoke curtly, frankly you were still upset at them so you had no intention of being friendly, even if they tried to be. Where was this hateful human Barbatos and the others spoke so much about?

Clearly after getting what you wanted for so long they were nowhere to be found, it’s funny no?

“Oh but I do have one piece of advice for you.”

Curious you raised an eyebrow.

“It’s okay to let your wrath linger. If you don’t and continue down the same path you’ll be the only one hurt in the end”

“You’re a good person…try not to let others take advantage of you okay? Stand up for yourself. It’s okay to put yourself first”

Your eyes shot open and you watched them disappear out of the same door they came through without another word. With an annoyed grunt you plopped yourself down on the attic bed and looked up at the ceiling.

Throughout this whole ordeal you’ve learned a lot about yourself, however not in the way you wanted at all.

You never realized how much of a pushover you were in the beginning, or how much of a people pleaser you’d become for them. Honestly you blamed a small amount of your demise on you not listening to Lucifer, however that wasn’t the case anymore. You still shouldn't have been killed whether or not you listened to him.

Demons will be demons though, is what you continued to tell yourself. How true was this statement though? And why were you using it to justify their actions?

They’re demons, they can’t be trusted.

It looks like Barbatos wasn’t wrong when he claimed that if you switched with them for too long your morals could be affected. Because now you were questioning everything you’ve ever grown to know and love.

Was it all true in the end?

Clicking your tongue you sat up and ripped the sheets of the bed, after the sheets the pillows and even mattress flew off the bed.

Continuing with your episode you ripped the curtains above the bed to shreds and demolished the whole room.

After you finished you stood in the center of your destruction with the book in hand breathing heavily.

Looking at the door you came from you hastily walked towards it; you’ve endured their antics for long enough, maybe this time it was truly time to put yourself first.

Pitch black engulfed you as you stepped through the door, and a few moments later you woke up to a blurry figure smiling at you gently. After taking some time to focus you recognized that it was the prince's butler.

Barbatos gave you a warm smile and went in for a hug to welcome you back. He was warm and his touch felt soothing like always. However you weren’t in the mood for it.

No later than the second he hugged you you pushed him away with a sigh and his eyes widened slightly as he looked at you.

“Is everything alright MC?” He asked with a weary voice.

“I’m fine. Just tired is all”

“Well I’ve taken the liberty of preparing a room for you to stay in at the castle, you can also join Lord Diavolo for dinner if yo-“

“No thanks. I don’t really want to see anyone right now. I just need some sleep” you replied, looking away. Honestly you probably weren’t just upset, you also were emotionally and physically drained from the whole situation.

His brows furrowed for a second then he gave you a warm smile and nodded. Like always he efficiently led you to the room so you could get some rest. After he wished you a peaceful sleep he closed the door and sighed annoyed as he stared back at the door separating you both.

He was sure he sent the other MC home, so why did they appear to be acting just as distant.

Unless that was his MC. However they’ve never been so curt with him. Not even upon meeting him for the first time, so just what exactly happened?

His eyes widened and he walked back to his room with such a displeased expression all of the other servants made sure to steer clear of his path.

The agreement was to have MC return the way they arrived, not with this new distance personally.

It appears that some people just can’t follow simple directions given to them.

Next Part

[biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer]

Gregariousness (Geo x Sociable and Loud! MC/Reader)

For @ch1mmichurry! Hope you enjoy Anon! :] - Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer Gregariousness: the quality of enjoying the company of other people.

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Geo…well…to say he resents noise would be an understatement.

He prefers solitude, silence, serenity. You, on the other hand, are the opposite of all 3.

You’ve always been the life of the party, the one willing to perform stupid stunts or sing karaoke because…as you quote: “Why not.”

You remind him way too much of Deryl, which he also doesn’t appreciate, but hey, you’re friends with his friends, so he’s got to deal with you.

Only starts warming up once he realises you’re not an obnoxious little shit.

When you befriend the others, and start trying to talk to him (his attempts at intimidation only put a small dent into your confidence, unfortunately); he’ll tell you to shut up.

Plot twist, you don’t.

In fact, you make it a goal to try and talk to him.

“Geode! How’re you doin’?”

“Piss off.” 

Until the day he actually gets angry at you (mostly for existing).

Then you get crushed into smithereens a smidge upset and stop trying to get him to warm up (dw you’ve got Deryl and Crowe for emotional support).

But he got so used to it he honestly misses it (to his disdain).

So he starts anonymously sending you gifts, and learns to play the songs you like (in secret, obviously)

Will claim he ‘happened upon them’ if he ends up playing near you at some point (idek maybe their school have a theatre or smth???)

Anyway, eventually decides he’s fond of you (Geo thinking he’s fond of you actually means he *really* likes you btw)

Will approach you every now and then (he’s gotta worm his way in first, like you did to him), to the stage where he’ll just ‘coincidentally’ be in the same spots as you.

To him, you’re like a beam of bright light that sears away at the walls he’s built up over several years, and part of him yearns for said walls to fall. (Sadly that part of him is teensy small and it’ll take a long time for him to fully open up)

Doesn’t actively attempt to murder you if you call him Geode after a while, as long as Deryl doesn’t find out. Then he totally would.

If you’re more physically affectionate, he’ll rarely let you give him headpats. He’ll pretend he fucking hates them, but by this point you know him too well.

Doesn’t exactly understand why you need to socialise so often, but he won’t stop you…he simply wants to know:

Who you’re with.

Where you are.

What you’re doing.

Are there people he resents there.

Are you going to drink.

And that’s him being lenient.

Seems to be the most nonchalant mf ever, but trust me, if he ends up liking you, he’ll end up stalking observing you, ensuring you’re safe and making sure to swoop in as soon as he decides you’ve talked to enough people that day.

Essentially, he won’t be fond of the need for interaction (isn’t he more than enough?) but he’ll last. He likes his alone time, after all.

You both agree to try and improve (you talk quieter around him, he tries to be a tad warmer), and, if this mutually beneficial relationship situationship works out, well. He’ll appreciate it.

The fact you - despite still being a walking, talking megaphone - still actively make an effort is good for him; he has patience, he can wait as long as both sides show commitment to the cause.

Will ask you out at the end of school, so if he you died of happiness, no nosy shitbiscuits will try and pull something. (I think he is the type to believe in the Evil Eye, at least somewhat)

Because albeit your nature, people adore you…or hate you, but you don’t care.

So yes, Geode does lov- appreciate you. And will continue to do so. For the rest of his life. What can he do? He’s in love with very fond of you!

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/N: Gonna work on a set of headcanons/short story oneshots for a...pretty angsty idea I had. (I love angst so much it's a tad concering actually)...but no matter! Send requests my way, I'm more than happy to oblige with requests. :]]

[redstarwriting]

hobie brown dating a mall goth hcs

hobie brown x mall goth!reader

request?: yes

request: “Hiiii!!! I am absolutely IN LOVE with ur the clash series and I can’t wait to see how it progresses!!! Could u do some pda/general affection hcs for the spider verse characters? I would love to see Miles and Hobie hcs but it’s rlly up to whatever characters u would wanna write for. Endless thanks!!”

requested by: anon

warnings:  language, mentions of stealing

a/n: this request made me cackle. mall goths are so iconic lol thank you for the request! i hope you enjoy.

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- OH MY GOD LMAO

- side note i wanted to be a mall goth so bad when i was like 13 lmao

- just launder outside of a hot topic with all my black hot topic merch on

- they shoulda paid mall goths for advertising man lemme just say

- but let’s get into it

- when he first met you

- admittedly he thought you were a poser

- but when he got to know you

- he understood that you were part of a subculture within a subculture

- you weren’t a poser

- you were exactly what you said you were

- and he respected it

- and he respected you

- okay so he wouldn’t hate all of your music

- most of it?

- yes 

- he did not enjoy listening to quite a bit

- but omg every time he wasn’t immediately put off by a song

- you add it to your LISTEN AROUND HOBIE playlist

- his only rule when it comes to listening to your music is NO M*RILYN M*NSON

- and if you don’t know what that means

- good, you don’t need to

- wish i didn’t

- but he will always

- and i mean always

- sit and listen to whatever you wanna show him

- he’ll never outwardly say a song sucks to you

- only that it isn’t his style of music

- of course, sometimes you ask him to explain further

- just so you know what songs to play and not play for him

- “Why don’t you like it?”

   “Just not my style, love.”

   “You always say that. What about this song don’t you like? I won’t be upset, I just am curious.”

   “Fine, with this specific song i ‘ate the lyrics. Too… emo? I guess? Not in the mood to be sad about m’sef.”

- he just loves seeing you vibing to your songs

- so he isn’t really gonna shit on you for liking any of it

- that’s what they want him to do

- he isn’t gonna >:(

- in fact

- he can, will, and has gone to shows with you

- it’s not his music and he can acknowledge that

- but again

- you like it

- and he loves watching you be happy

- something he actually does very heavily fuck with about your mall goth ways

- is your clothes

- he could do without the various band merch

- mainly because he doesn’t like the bands all that much

- but the rest of it?

- he actually likes

- he enjoys that you do have some splashes of color in your style every now and again

- and that there are loud patterns clashing with each other sometimes

- he can also really appreciate all the spikes and studs and chains on your clothes, too

- he also likes that he knows exactly what to get you as gifts

- does he buy the shit you talk about?

- absolutely not

- steal it?

- now you’re onto something

- he’s gotten you like 7 Jack Skellington plushies

- all different

- and each time you love them

- and sometimes

- sometimes

- he will even go hang out at the mall with you

- but it’s not often

- he’s usually too preoccupied with the Spider-Man gig

- or his shows

- but sometimes he likes to surprise you

- and show up when you’re with your friends

- but yeah

- he overall doesn’t like the music, necessarily

- but he also doesn’t give a fuck about labels

- you can call yourself whatever you want

- he likes you as a person

- and that’s all that matters to him

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[alatismeni-theitsa]

Hi there, first off I'm really sorry for deleting the comment! While I wish I could keep it up the private messages were too much. Sadly I don't think I can report whoever it was. Reddit has this weird thing where if you pay for it, you can privately send some messages without any username or something to be shown. So yeah some random person got really upset at the idea of PJO being in Greece and decided to pay money towards Reddit to let me know.

As for the xenophobic things that were said about Greeks. I have to rely off the top of my head since I deleted them pretty quick. It was a bunch of "nobody cares about you Greeks, the country's a shithole that has to rely on tourists, you can't even claim to own the mythology because you were a bunch of colonizers who took other POC myths and made them your own" stuff.

Barely nothing about why they hated the idea of having the series in Greece. I think it was just some xenophobic ass who pretends to be progressive. But man I did not expect the subreddit to hate the idea of a Greece setting so much. By the time I deleted the comment it was at -20 downvotes.

-🌟Anon

I planned on replying sooner but chronic illness is a bitch. I am outraged that people feel comfortable being such assholes for fucking nothing, and they have completely false arguments on top of that.

I am sorry that it was such an unpleasant experience, and I hope you are feeling better now. Those malakes should go fuck themselves, plain and clear. They are such stupid and incompetent bullies that they'll fart your dick and balls (Greek expression for "they don't have the guts to do shit to you"). They are cowards and their "progressiveness" is no more than a shitty excuse to make everything about them and bully people in the name of "justice". They probably got their friends to downvote the comment and did a small smear campaign. Cause I find it hard to believe that a whole subreddit actually hates Greece.

I am all for recognizing when Greeks have done and do something bad/wrong but the statement "you can't even claim to own the mythology because you were a bunch of colonizers who took other POC myths and made them your own" is just factually wrong in so many levels. Even the smidge of truth in that statement is so twisted that I cannot give them right. So, they're spreading misinformation on top of everything.

You are in charge of your actions and feelings, so if you feel the comment is best deleted, then that's okay. My humble suggestion - in general - is to not give these fuckers an inch. I had my fair share of them here, for years. When they realize their cyberbullying doesn't work anymore because people don't get intimidated, they just whine to their equally fanatic friends. The only power they have is whining online, and when people back down, they get encouraged and do the same thing to more people.

Unless you feel your safety is threatened, or you feel too unwell to engage (all valid!), then ignore them and just leave your opinions online where people will inevitably see them. Do it once, do it twice, and you'll see that nothing more than unpleasant messages (which you will just delete and block) will happen. Your comment was civil and completely harmless. You are on the right here.

Even if I agreed with their opinion, their approach of behaving like violent crybabies is simply inexcusable. Tolerance has its limits. Their behavior should not be tolerated, because it leads to the opposite of tolerance. (It's a famous paradox) The only thing that stops them from joining a nazi party is their life circumstances.

P.S. A friend of mine wants to comment on the subreddit with your (or a similar) message. Would you send me the link of the post with the Hot Takes so they can do that? (She's feeling a lil' silly - and no, it's not me :p)

[end-of-update-blog]

Thank you for your encouraging messages, anon. In Apex, where I currently draw a lot of fan art, there are ships that haven't become completely canon, but are clearly favored by the game developers, and when they sometimes come into view unexpectedly, it makes me feel very upset. I hope there are people who like the fanon art I draw.

And from here on, I'll once again be writing about my recent daily grievances on this blog, which I thought had stopped updating. If you don't want to read them, please ignore the following paragraphs (I'm feeling very lonely in my new place, where I've abandoned my old handle name, so please forgive me for wanting to vent my frustrations in such a visible place)

My sister, who was the direct cause of me abandoning my old handle, seems to have developed some kind of facial abnormality, and has turned down the job she was offered and is staying at home all this time. And, as hard as it may be to believe, she spends her time lazing around, dubbing the fish she keeps in a very harsh, high-pitched falsetto, and singing alone. Even when I ask my family if they can do something about my sister, they just brush it off by saying, "She has a disease that's causing her face to look strange." From my perspective, I can't understand why my sister, who doesn't work, devours sweets and juices that aren't included in the meals provided, and lives a life that reverses her day and night cycle, can't work. From my perspective, as someone who goes to work every day in the hot sun and works hard, my sister just seems to be relying on the family's savings. It really makes me sick to think that some of the money I've earned is being used to support my sister's lifestyle...

Although my work at the office is worthwhile, I often receive requests to do work that is outsourced, and my salary is not commensurate with my salary. My colleagues jokingly tell me that I should receive outsourcing fees, but if I actually asked for that amount, I would probably be fired.

Even though I draw pictures as an outlet for my frustrations at work, I don't have the skills to do so, and so my work doesn't get as many views as it used to (although maybe it just feels that way because I hate my sister so much). The work is hard, my hobbies aren't rewarding, and when I get home, the source of my stress is there. I have no way to release my stress!

Furthermore, my sister previously hid the fact that she was overweight online, which meant that she was unable to meet people even when they arranged to meet up offline, and as a result, people she had made plans to meet in the future got angry and cut ties with her, and now it seems she is repeating the same thing. It breaks my heart to think that more people will be hurt because of my sister.

I think the only way for me to escape this situation is to leave my parents' home and force myself to change my environment. First, I'm planning a reckless plan, but Nintendo has been recruiting for career graphic designers since December last year, so I'm going to apply there, even if it seems like a long shot. I'm also thinking of applying to other companies. I'm no longer at an age where I can be considered young, and I have no intention of getting married in the future, so I need to become independent in order to make a living with my skills. In that sense, I'm relying too much on my family, so I'm telling myself that I need to work harder.

And I think I need to get better at drawing. Of course I need a main job as a source of income, but if I can get some work from my drawing to a certain extent, nothing would make me happier. A long time ago, when I was drawing pictures of Wander Over Yonder, I had no intention of becoming famous, I was just expressing what I wanted to express. I want to get back to that feeling and work hard on art production...

[ninoisntluka]

Nyamu is the only one in Ave Mujica who doesn't know anyone from Mygo and there is so much potential there i hope they do something with that

Like she meets one of her fans who is in a band, and when she looks them up they're actually really popular and an up and comer so obviously she wants to hitch her band to their wagon and use them for clout, so she tells Anon that they should totally collab, and Anon thinks this is a dream come true because she gets to hang our with one of her favorite influencers, this is exactly the reason she started a band

And so Nyamu brings this up to Saki, and she is like whatever since she doesn't know exactly who Mygo is since they've changed their name like 3 times since she last saw them but Saki's desperate to make this band work so she gives the green light since she's not gonna turn down the oppurtunity. Urimi and Mutsuri know who Mygo is, but don't speak up since up since Mutsuri thinks Saki knows what she's doing and maybe has a reason for this, and Urimi doesn't really know the full history, but she does know something went down between Mutsuri and someone from Mygo which really hurt Mutsuri, but it really isn't her place to say anything so she just lets it go.

Anyways the two bands agree but don't know each other yet so they meet up and Anon and Tomori are super excited to see Uika there, Anon because she's a famous idol and this is everything Anon has ever wanted, and Tomori because Uika helped Tomori sing again during their first break up and she never really got the chance to thank her before. Then they see Umiri and don't think much of it since she's in a lot of bands and it's nice to see a familiar face. And then Mutsuri and Saki show up and it gets super awkward for everyone.

Saki's upset because of reasons and she really did not want to see Mygo again, especially not when Ave Mujica isn't established yet. Uika doesn't exactly know what's going on but she's friends with Saki so she has a guess. Tomori's sad because if Saki is in a band again that means the break up last time really was because of her and so that insecurity comes bursting back in. Soyo's mad because she's not over what happened last time with Saki and Mutsuri but also doesn't want to talk about it because she's not over it so she lashes out at Anon. Taki's mad because Tomori is sad and blames Anon because of course she does. Anon does feel bad because this was kind of her fault since she's the one who organized it, but seriously how was she supposed to know this would happen and everyone should stop blaming her. And Nyamu doesn't know what's going on at all even though she was the root cause of all this and also Raana hates her for being a poser

[hom3landr]

For the lovely anon who sent me an ask that got promptly deleted on accident. They requested more angst and Homelander hurting the reader’s feelings during an argument. Hope you enjoy!

He hates this feeling, like he is a little boy again. Shame prickles at the corners of his eyes at the look of deep, aching, hurt on your face. It would have been better if you had fought back. He could have justified his words. Instead you look like a kicked puppy and he doesn’t know why it bothers him so much. This is what he wanted, wasn’t it? He had to teach you a lesson.

He can smell the salt of the tears that you refuse to let fall and his stomach turns over. He wanted you to be sorry. He didn’t want you to mope and look so damn…disappointed in him.

“John…why would you say that?” You ask weakly and it’s the last thing he could have expected. He knows the answer. He had wanted to hurt you and work his way under your skin. He wanted you to feel the way he felt when he saw you giggling with that new intern. He’d felt impotent and powerless because of course that fuck was working directly under Edgar and therefore out of reach of his wrath. He had to sit there and watch him lay a hand on your shoulder and now he was supposed to feel guilty for putting you in your place? It was unacceptable. Still, he finds it hard to reply around the lump in his throat.

He hates you right now. He hates you for making him feel weak. Your gaze burns through him like acid. Other people, he revels in their pain because they are beneath him. They are only pathetic underlings who think they can control him despite reeking of fear when he’s in their presence. He never had their esteem to begin with beyond empty platitudes.

You are different. Everything about you is so honest and grounded that it makes him feel grounded. He feels like a man instead of a lonely god forced to entertain the masses who should be worshiping him. He thought the feeling would grate on him but it’s the opposite. He feels free. It’s like that first big gulp of oxygen when he descends from the thinning air far above the city. You saw him, truly saw him, and you never feared him once.

He realizes now that maybe there are worse things, disappointment, apathy, the love fading right in front of him. His instinct is to hurt you more for making him feel these things but he can’t.

“I didn’t actually mean it.” He responds, something embarrassingly close to an apology. It works somewhat, you sigh and break your gaze. Without your laser sharp focus, he feels steadier. He needs to gain the upper hand. “You really need to stop letting any old intern put their hands all over you. It makes you look like a slut.”

When you meet his gaze again, you’re just annoyed. He’s relieved, he can handle this.

“Is that what this is about? If something makes you uncomfortable then you can just tell me before you lash out. I can’t read minds.” You reply, exasperated. You take a moment to rub the dampness from your eyes before taking his hand in yours. “For the record, they were showing me pictures of their kids. I can promise the conversation leaned more towards diapers than anything salacious.”

“I know. I heard.” He confesses and you physically fight to not roll your eyes.

“You have nothing to worry about. I’ll just let them know to give me a little personal space in the future. Does that sound ok?” You ask with a weary smile. You’re being polite for his benefit because your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes. You’re still upset with him and he doesn’t like it. So, despite the fact that he very much is not ok with it, he nods. He’ll just find a way to get rid of the creep later. You don’t have to know.

“Thank you.” You reply and your eyes are slightly brighter than they were previously.

[lampochkaart]

I know this is unrelated to Danganronpa, I apologize in advance. I only ask this with respect and hopes to understand. As an aroace person such as yourself, do you find romance (particularly with shipping) to be appealing as long as it isn't in your own personal life? I'm sorry my hetero ass is struggling to understand, I just want to be a better ally.

Hi, anon! You don't have to apologize, I don't mind talking about something other than Danganronpa X)

I'm rambling here for quite a while, maybe a got a little carried away, because the subject of ramance is quite complex

Every aromantic and/or asexual person is different. Everyone has different experiences so there's no universal rule. I'd suggest, if you want to be supportive to your aromantic friends, you should ask them how do they personaly feel about romance and shipping. Are they comfortable with this topic in general? Are they fine with it as long as it doesn't involve them, or would they rather avoid romace completety whenever they can? Everyone feels differently about that, so it's better to ask people's opinion on that topic rather than trying to find one universal rule.

If you're not asking that because of some specific people that you know, but because you want to support aro people in general, I think a good idea might be to look at some aromantic themed blogs, or read some of people's personal experiences for a better understanding of the topic.

I think it's posible explain aromaticism with an analogy. Let's say, romance is some kind of food, like an apple for example. A lot of people like apples and eat them often. However, there are people who dont. Some people can't stand the sight of apples. Some people can eat apples sometimes even though they don't like them very much. Some people don't want to eat apples themselves, but are completely fine with other people eating them. And so on, and so on.

Romantic attraction (and romance as a concept) is as different for everyone as food preferences. Some people just don't like some things. Everyone is different.

As for my personal experiences... I don't necessary hate the idea of a partner, but I think I'm very picky so I would be hard for me to find ideal option. I'm not opposed to the idea of having a partner, but I don't feel the need to have one. The moment when I realised that I'm actually aromantic was when I realised that people are not just being overdramatic when they complain about not wanting to be single. A lot of people genuinely feel upset when they don't have a partner/partners. It's not just a joke that people make. For a lot of people romantic relationships are very important. Never in my life I felt like I need to be in a romantic relationship and I never really questioned this. It took some time for realisation that not everyone feels like that to actually sink in.

When it comes to shipping, well. I like romance, but I don't really like plain romance. I like when characters have something else in their relationship aside from romance. They could be friends, enemies, rivals, collegues, allies, etc. Anything really. I just want something else going on with them aside from being romantic partners. I think it might even be better to put it this way. I like when romace is secondary to the primary character dynamic. Like, they're best friends first or they're rivals first, before they're romantic partners. It's some primary dynamic to which romance is added, instead of it being the other way around and this dynamic being just the flavor to romance. When the relationship borders between platonic and romantic, but perhaps gravitates more toward the romantic. I hope this makes sense.

I am not saying this is the only right way for interesting relationships, but it's just the way I prefer it.

So, in short, I do find romance appealing, but with some requirements.

Thank you for your question! You were very respectful an polite. Hope I explainded it alright. If you have more questions or don't exactly understand something here feel free to ask. Have a great day!💜💫

[twigg96]

Do you have any headcanons about the members of dethklok finding out their s/o is autistic or has some form of neurodivergence? Who would be the most understanding in that scenario

Hello Anon!! I actually have already done a HC covering Autism here!! However I would love nothing more than to write some more HCs for different forms of Neurodivergence if that is ok?

I will be covering: ADHD, Dyslexia, Tourette Syndrome, OCD, and DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder). I truly hope I do this HC justice.

Tourette Syndrome

Nathan - When he first met his partner, he was positive that they were pretty much the coolest person on the whole planet. Yeah they had a few tics. And yeah sometimes those tics caused his S/O to make unwanted movements and sounds. But he thought that it was really bad ass and they were the strongest person on the whole planet. Anxiety was a bitch. He knew so himself. He couldn’t hardly imagine what it would be like if his anxiety caused his nerves to explode with energy and make his body do things he couldn’t control. But his partner handled it so well… and he was so proud of them. So when he saw people trying to start shit with his partner for something they struggled to control, he started shit right back. He’s a protector at heart after all.

Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID)

Pickles - he wasn’t immediately trusted by his partner’s entire system and that showed. When they first met he actually met one of his future S/O’s alters who gave him the impression that they kind of really hated him. A few months later when they met again at a less stressful time in his future partner’s life he got to meet the their host personality. They instantly hit it off and dispite the way they acted as if it were the very first time they had ever met the man Pickles knew they were truly something special. Into their friendship he slowly learned about his partner’s alters and their personalities. Some that were fond of him, some that were indifferent as long as their host was happy, and some that saw him as a threat. He was supportive of his partner and all of their personalities, even the ones that didn’t like him that much. He was always very polite and patient with them as he knew they were all part of this beautiful system he agreed to love and cherish.

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)

Murderface- when William first met his future partner he thought they were just really into being clean. It never bothered him. Hell most people were cleaner than him so who was he to judge. But what really caught his attention were the other little things that seemed to stop them in their tracks in their daily lives. Like the amount of times they had to lock the door after walking into the house. That same number followed them to the number of times they had to start the stove for dinner… and the dishwasher. It was just minor things. So Murderface never minded much. It never harmed anyone else or his partner to do things a special way in order to make them comfortable so why be upset? He understands that OCD can and could for his partner become something that could take over their life. He was always aware later on after they officially explained their OCD to him to watch for any sign that his partner was in need of outside intervention or assistance. But with the help they already had and the skills they used he knew they were going to be ok as long as they trusted him and their supporters. He trusted his partner to make those difficult decisions for themselves.

Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD)

Skwisgaar- when Skwisgaar first met his future partner he was a little taken aback to be honest. They were incredible. Absolutely stunning. And so so knowledgeable about so many cool things. They switched subjects and lost track of things from time to time sure. But who didn’t when they got excited and passionate about their favorite topics right? He noticed his partner moved around a lot and fidgeted some. But so did he. So that never once bothered him. If anything it soothed him to know that he wasn’t the only one walking around the living room on movie night making light commentary on the way the actors dressed and acted out of character in that one scene. The two became fast besties and even faster lovers.

Dyslexia

Toki - when he first met his partner knew he’d met his forever match. They were funny, kind, brilliant, and overall perfect. They had some issues reading but so did he! Hell most of the time they were correcting his English so he never cared if the words were spelled right. There were so many other things to do than read and write anyway! Like take walks in the rain. Go to the zoo with a guide. Paint wild and crazy things that pop into their minds. And go to the wacky building stuffed animal stores to see if they could find rare stuffed animals and make wild combinations.

[not-your-teddy-bear]

hi again can i request first date hcs with sooyoung from snsd? if you can! hope you’re doing well btw, also i love your writing already 😭

hi anon :) i’m doing well! i hope this is what you wanted, and thank you for the compliment it’s much appreciated <3

first date with sooyoung; headcanon

no warnings, requests open

✧.* sooyoung isn’t really known for being vulnerable; she usually jokes her way out of deep conversations and awkward situations.

✧.* so it’s no surprise she always either avoided you or made fun of you before she got the courage to ask you out.

✧.* in her defence, she only meant it as light teasing, banter between friends.

✧.* her execution, though, was not… great.

✧.* for a long time you thought she hated you.

✧.* every time you came over to the dorms to hang out with yoona, your best friend from school, she would never really speak to you.

✧.* unless, of course, she was making a joke with you at the butt of it.

✧.* yoona could not count how many times you came to her upset because you had no idea what you’d done wrong and why does she hate you? did you do something? should you apologise—

✧.* and on the other side, yoona had to sit through sooyoung not-so-subtly asking about you.

✧.* what do you do for work? how close are you and yoona? what are your friends like? where did she go to school— oh wait you guys went to the same school. but what about—

✧.* yoona just got so fed up with your obliviousness and sooyoung’s unconventional love language that she forced you two to figure it out.

✧.* you went to speak at the same time.

✧.* “i’m sorry if i upset you—“

✧.* “i really like you—“

✧.* and then silence.

✧.* you could barely process the sentence that just came out of her mouth before you heard her ask, “do you want to go on a date?”

✧.* sooyoung wasn’t usually this bold but she was tired of months of admiring from a distance. she wanted to get to know you better. she wanted more than friendship.

✧.* you, on the other hand, were still stunned silent.

✧.* your lack of response almost discouraged sooyoung, before you just said, “yes.”

✧.* it was a quiet yes; incredibly hard to hear if it weren’t for the silence engulfing her room.

✧.* but you both just sat there with smiles.

✧.* the actual date itself would probably be going out to dinner.

✧.* but not to a fancy restaurant or anything; sooyoung didn’t want any pressure.

✧.* instead, she took you to her favourite korean bbq place.

✧.* your jacket reeked of barbecue when you got home. or, i guess, her jacket.

✧.* she gently placed it on your shoulders when she saw you start to shiver as she walked you home.

✧.* she didn’t say a word, refusing to look at you even after you turned to her, but you could see the blush rising to her cheeks.

✧.* you planned on giving it back at the end of the night, but you were so wrapped up in goodbyes, you’d forgotten.

✧.* all she said was, “you can return it on our next date.”

✧.* and she left you standing in your apartment hall way, red as a tomato.

✧.* she was also red in the face as she pretty much bolted out of there, but hers cheeks were hurting from smiling so wide.

✧.* you brought the jacket to your second date, but she insisted you keep it. you looked better in it than she did, anyway.

✧.* to this day, it’s still your favourite.

[mister13eyond]

Any tips on how to silence the "don't tell people you feel sorry/you wish them to get better/you understand them because if you do you're the most tactless inconsiderate monster to walk on earth and you should feel bad for yourself" voices in my head?

Because me growing up on tumblr meant that teenage me had internalized all the poor counseling tips HARD and every time somebody opens up to current me I enter a stupor because wow, what do I say to them? Surely they'll hate me if I say I'm sorry

And like, from personal experience, how many times have I flipped out at people who told me they're sorry or everything will be alright when I opened up to them? That's right, zero. And how many times have I re-read my awkward tumblr lingo ridden attempts at counseling and thought to myself "damn this is the most awkward thing I've ever said. I should have told them something like "I feel you, everything will be alright". It would have been a lot better I think."? Wayyyy too many

BOY OH BOY DO I FEEL THIS PAIN ANON, im shaking both your hands because this one is HARD and i still haven't fully managed to turn that part of my brain off weeps

in my case i think it comes from being the person that apologized for everything, and then got scolded for apologizing, so i turned around and tried to stop saying "i'm sorry" reflexively and Way Overcorrected

but yeah i'm right there with you- when i open up to friends and they tell me "i'm sorry" or "it's gonna be ok" i never think twice about it, i know they care and are listening to me and want to console me. but when i do it? oh no, not allowed

HOWEVER i have been trying to do things a bit differently to work around that bad reflex so maybe it will help you too!

personally, i think part of my approach has been going "what do I actually want and/or need when i am opening up to someone?" and part of it has been going "what do i MEAN when i say 'i'm sorry' to a friend opening up to me?"

for the first part, usually what i really NEED is just like, for someone to genuinely listen, for me to feel heard, and for someone to say they understand! like, i don't frequently come to my friends expecting Solutions or Counseling- they're not my therapist and i'd never ask them to be, I don't need them to give me sagely advice or solve everything because, well. we're all a bunch of mentally ill queers struggling through life and trying their best and i don't think they'll be able to magically solve all my problems because most of them have the same problems i do! i really just want someone to listen, to go "yeah that IS unfair" or "you're right, that IS really hard" and then tell me they care about me and they hope it will get better soon.

for the second part it really ties into the first- a lot of the time when i would apologize after a friend vented to me it didn't really mean "i am personally responsible for this problem and i am apologizing for it", it meant "that sucks and i wish it wasn't happening to you". so i've kinda just... started saying the latter? like i mentioned above, i really just want to know my friends understand and care about me when i'm struggling, so i've tried to do the same when i can by just like.... validating what someone is saying. "yeah you're right that WAS an unfair way for your manager to treat you" or "god it's fucking hard when mental illness acts up like that and you're understandably struggling under it!" or "i wish all this wasn't happening to you and i hope you catch a break soon because you deserve it." i can't, like, counsel someone because i'm not a trained professional and i don't want to mess things up worse, but i CAN say "you're right, that sucks, i love you and i get why it's making you feel [stressed/upset/angry/etc]" and "i care about you a lot and i hope things get better soon"

it's hard!!! changing a reflex like that super ingrained in you is hard. i kinda started using workarounds like this so that i could... trick my brain? "well, you didn't actually use THE WORDS "i'm sorry" so it doesn't count" (even though i just rephrased the sentence to say what i mean when i say sorry without actually using sorry)

i wish you the best of luck!!! wanting to be good to people and give them what they need when they open up to you or rely on you IS genuinely hard but i also so badly want to be good to the people i love too, so i think it's worth it. here's to hoping we both get it figured out ;o;

[alexinity]

Hi there,

I’m sorry you’ve gotten so many anons that are downright hateful. You can disagree with someone without telling them to kill themself, and I wish these anons would actually try to engage with you in a meaningful way rather than just threatening you. That’s why I’m writing this ask. I was hoping to explain some of the nuances of dark content in a way that isn’t pure defensiveness. It’s okay if this doesn’t change your mind, I just wanted to try and actually explain helpfully.

Firstly, I understand why you’re upset about the post. Incest is extremely taboo and morally reprehensible in reality. (And I agree with you it’s not my cup of tea in fiction either.) However, on sites like tumblr and ao3 it’s very much up to the reader to avoid things they don’t want to see. Yes, tag filtering exists and many of us use it, but some things still slip through the cracks. Even if this post wasn’t filtered for you, it was still marked as mature by tumblr and the top of the post itself contains all the relevant warnings. If you didn’t want to see the content, all you had to do was block and scroll away.

Second, in fiction communities, it is absolutely inappropriate to pathologize people’s fantasies and tell them that their content should not exist. Studies have shown time and time again that fantasies do not correlate with real life intentions to commit taboo or illegal acts such as incest. In fact, modern psychiatry believes that engaging with fanfic (and other safe sane consensual ways of engaging with dark fantasies) is a helpful outlet for people. Adults are capable of separating fiction from reality. To pretend otherwise is to buy into purity culture rhetoric.

On the topic of purity culture, policing fandom content in any way is absolutely a Trojan horse for purity culture. Just look at what happened to ff.net. First it will be dark content, then it will be any nsfw content is unacceptable, then it will be queer content, and so on and so forth. The thing about claiming the moral high ground is that morals are subjective and the goalposts will always be moved. You may think I’m exaggerating by saying that objecting to fictional incest and other dark content leads to the exclusion of marginalized folks, censorship, and the destruction of fanfic communities but it absolutely does and it has already happened.

Anyway, thanks for reading this far (if you have) and again I’m not sending this out of malice so I really hope it doesn’t come across as a personal attack. But at the end of the day, (as much as I understand having a visceral reaction to dark content) this one is kind of on you. Tumblr has dark content, this is common knowledge. A post gave appropriate warnings. And you purposely engaged with a post you knew you wouldn’t like. Being into dark fantasies with fictional characters is not an offense worthy of a callout post. Next time please just block and scroll. Other people should be able to create the content they like without being shamed and harassed. Not everything has to be for you.

hi,

i understand your point, thank you for being respectful, i got tired of people just jumping on me, thinking they will do something by calling me names and telling me to off myself.

Thats one of the reasons i wont be saying anything about content like that anymore, the other is that no matter what me and other people said as a response we got insults and not being taken seriously.

Of course i dont think only my opinion is right, i respect other peoples opinions but i also expect a normal response. Instead i was called thin-skinned and told to suck it up. Immature response in my opinion.

i will also add that not all people separate fiction from reality and a lot of them are adults.

i dont wanna deal with all of that anymore its pointless

Again thank you for being respectful and kind, some of the asks i received were pretty mean lol

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hi there! It's been a while since I've come here and I love your writing! Can you do something for Jack Blaylock and his girlfriend. Maybe they had a fight and she stayed away from him for a few days. Until they crossed paths at a local bar again and he got jealous of other men around her. So he patches things up with her and shows her who she belongs to! Some steamy ending if you're okay with that😄 thank you💚💚

Thank you so much anon 😁 of course I can do a Jack blaylock story for you 😃I hope you enjoy 💚

"I don't see what your problem is!" "My problem is that you don't listen to me! I'm telling you that Lindsay is trying it on with you and you won't take it seriously!" "She's not trying it on with me Y/N, I love you, not her!" "But you don't see that she is trying to break us up! She told me herself that she wants to f#ck you! I know you don't like her in that way but why in the world would you still be alright to talk to her and ignore what I'm telling you?!" "Babe just chill! Your really going way over board with this issue, you need to trust me" "I do trust you Jack, I just don't trust her!" "Oh for f#ck sake! Please just drop it! Just shut up about it!" He instantly regretted saying that in the heat of the moment, and he could see how upset you were when he said that to you. "Y/N I'm sorry I-" "Just save it Jack! I don't want to be near you right now, and I certainly don't want to hear your voice either" You stand up and try to leave the flat, but he grabs your wrist trying to stop you from leaving. But that doesn't work, you just snap your hand away from his, he looks so guilty about everything.

"I said I don't want to be near you Jack! I need some time by myself right now, just leave me alone" You storm out of the flat and head downstairs to your car, leaving Jack, hiding his face in his hands.

You didnt live with Jack, you had your own flat you stayed at so you drove straight there and tried to get some sleep. But he texted you to see if you were ok, but you just ignored it, you told him you wanted some space and you meant it. You ended up having a big cry and eating some icecream while watching your favourite show. Eventually falling asleep in your bed with the TV on, cuddling up to your squishmallow. The next day when you woke up, you felt a little groggy, so the first thing you did was have a shower, brushed your teeth and headed back to you room to get dressed. You sat on your bed and checked your phone, and it appears that he only left one more message after you gave up on your phone last night. It simply said "I'm sorry, please remember I love you, take all the time you need. Love Jack" So he finaly understood that you needed time, and you did actually feel a bit more comfortable for the day ahead. You worked the next 2 days, without talking to Jack, but you told him you needed space and this time on your own was helping you feel less stressed. You loved Jack to death, but at the time you hated that he didn't take what you were trying to warn him about seriously.

You knew how vindictive Lindsey was, and you were just trying to tell him the truth about her. But you weren't focusing on that now, you were trying to focus on your work. It had been 3 days now, and it was late Friday afternoon when you were sat at your office chair twiddling your thumbs. You had calmed down front the situation and now you were desperately missing Jack, missing how you felt when you were around him, the feel of his hug, the feel of his kiss, and that's when you decide to call him. It didn't even get to the second ring before he picked up. "Babe?" "Jack, listen I'm...I'm sorry" "Y/N I'm the one who should be saying sorry, I didn't listen to you and you were right about Lindsey. I was so worried you didn't want to be with me anymore" "Of course I still want to be with you Jack, I just needed some time to calm down" "I totally understand babe, and you'll be happy to know that Lindsey won't be a problem anymore" "What? Why?" "I won't lie to you, Lindsay DID try it on with me" "SHE WHAT!?" "Babe listen its alright, I told her to f#ck off. I was so angry at her and I told my boss about what happened, he demoted her and made her go on a works course about how to behave with other colleagues. Y/N I promise you that she isn't going to be a problem anymore, and I'm so so sorry that I didn't take the warnings you gave me seriously"

"Jack it's...its ok" "No, no it's not ok babe. How can I make it up to you?" "Jack you've already told me your sorry and you have seen Lindsey for who she is" "But I want to show you that I'm sorry instead of just saying it, I truly mean it, but I want to show you. Do you still need space?" "Honestly, not anymore. I really miss you Jack" "I miss you too Y/N, look, why don't we meet up in that bar across the street from your office after work? We can hang out, have a drink and I can shower you with all the love and affection I've not been able to give you. Please babe, I really miss you" "I miss you too Jack, ok. I'll meet you there after work, I finish at 6" "I finish at 6.45, but it will only take me 5 minutes to get to you" "That's ok, me and Cali are going to grab something to eat in the bar when we finish, and her boyfriend is picking her up at 6.30" "That's great babe, I'll see you later. I love you so much" "I love you too Jack, see you soon" And just like that, the phone call ended and you felt like your heart got a little lift. He apologized and he understood how you felt. And as a bonus, he told Lindsay to stay away, that made you smile knowing she couldn't try to manipulate him anymore. After your work finished, you and Cali headed over to the bar and had something to eat off the menu, it was normal pub grub but it was still tasty.

Jack had texted you that he got himself something to eat at work too so you didn't have to worry, and that he would be with you as soon as he could. When Cali got picked up by her boyfriend, you were on your own having a drink in the bar. You didn't mind because Jack was going to be there any moment, and the thought of holding him and kissing him made your stomach fill with a warm sparkling feeling. You were nearly finished with your drink and you were about to ask the barmaid for a drink for you and Jack, when a random guy started talking to you. "Hey there" "Hi" "What's your name?" "My name is I have a boyfriend" "Oh, oh I see, my bad. I just couldn't help myself when I saw a gorgeous woman sat all by herself" "Well I am by myself for a moment, but my boyfriend will be hear any minute" "Then maybe I can keep you company until he arrives?" "No thank you" "Are you sure?" "Yes I'm sure, so if you could please leave me to it, that would be lovely" You were trying to be pleasant, but he really isn't taking the hint. "Look, I just think that a young woman like you shouldn't be by herself" "I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, I am an adult. So please go away" "I think if i stay, you could-" Suddenly out of nowhere, this guys head is grabbed from the back and his face is pressed against the table, being held there so he can't move, he's pinned to the table. "What did you think your doing with my girl?!" "Hey man! I wasn't trying anything I swear!" "Is that right? Babe? You want to tell me what this d#ckhead was doing?"

"He offered to keep me company despite me telling him I had a boyfriend. I asked him to leave but he wouldn't" "Its sounds to me like my beautiful girlfriend told you she wanted you to leave. And yet, you DIDN'T!" He shouts as he presses him even harder on the table, making his face hurt. "Alright alright I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" "You'd better be! Now f#ck off!" He shouts as he pulls his head back up and pushes him into the floor, this man is so scared that he runs away as soon as be scrambles to his feet. "Are you ok babe?" He doesn't have a chance to hear anything you say when you jump into his arms, just needing to be physical close to him. It had been 3 days but it felt so much longer, and after that heroic display, you just wanted to feel his arms around you. His arms squeezed you back in just as much need as you gave him, he really missed you too and need to feel you. You pull away slightly just for a moment, but that was just so you could kiss him like he was about to disappear, like his kiss was oxygen to you, holding his face in your hand and showing him just how much you missed him. His tounge teased you, desperately wanting entry go your mouth, and you gladly gave it to him, his tounge danced against yours and it was like lightening was sparking between you.

"F#ck I've missed you Y/N" "I've really missed you too, god there had been so many times I've wanted to kiss you"

"Well if you need more, why don't we ditch this place and head back to your flat? I can show you how truly sorry I am" "Your place is closer, and I cant wait any longer" "Whatever you want baby, come on let's go!" He looked giddy as he took you by the hand and guided you out of the bar, leading you to his car. It was literally only a 5 minute drive, thank god because the sexual tention was getting too much for you. As soon as you got out of the car, it was as if Jack had super human speed, as he grabbed you and pressed you agsinst the car door and kissed you with an animalistic sexually desire, he just couldn't help himself, and you didn't care because it was so f#cking hot. "Let's get that sexy ass of yours upstairs, I need to f#ck you so bad" "Let's go then Jack, stop talking about it and do it!" You both run upstairs and burst into his flat, where he slams the door behind him and pulls you into another animalistic kiss again. Your hands get tangled into his hair as he presses you agsinst the wall, running his hands up your shirt and cupping your breasts, his hands were so large that he could hold each one so perfectly. You pull at the top of his shirt, pulling it over his arms and throwing it to the ground. He does the same with your shirt, wrapping his arm around your back and unhooking your bra with one swift move. Once that falls to the floor too, he picks you up and holds your legs around him as he carried you to the bedroom, where he throws you onto the bed like you weighed nothing.

He jumped onto the bed and positioned his hips inbetween your thighs, kissing you again. His hands move up your legs and he pulls your trousers away, as your hands unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. "God I've missed your body so f#cking much Y/N, when I saw that guy trying it on with you, it made my blood boil. Your my girl, and I want the world to know it" "Then f#ck me Jack" He hands grabbed your chin as his mouth crashed against yours once again, he kissed and sucked what felt like all the oxygen out of your body, it left you dizzy from the whole moment. He pulled away, but not before you sucked and bit at his lower lip, it made him growl, it was so damn sexy. He sits up and grabs your hips, spinning your whole body around so you were now on your front instead of lying on your back. His hands still on your hips, he pulls them up to meet his eager and throbbing cock, before he pounds right into you. "Huh! Oh God!" You say breathlessly, his hand reaches down and wraps up your hair into a loose ponytail, holding it in his hand. He bends over you and whispers in your ear, feeling his breath on your neck and ear. "God your so f#cking wet for me, and yet your still so tight around my cock. Tell me you want me" "I want you, I need you Jack, please!" And just like that, he kneels back up and fucks you mercilessly while still holding your hair in his hand. Over and over again he is fucking you relentlessly, so much that its making tears come out of your eyes.

You are barely able to let out your moans of pleasure as he continuously slams into you over and over again, making you feel orgasm after orgasm, it's so sensitive and intense that your physically shaking, crying and screaming out loud. He was really showing you who was incharge, showing you that you were his. "You like that baby? Aww you poor thing, you can barley speak can you?" "Jack I-f#ck I can't take anymore-I'm so sensitive-I cant-" "Shhhh baby, I think you can take one more, just one more. You take it just like this!" He stops fucking you quickly and relentlessly, instead he gives you very hard, deep thrusts in single motions. Slamming himself inside you and making you wince as yet another orgasm builds in your body. But he brings it up a notch, he presses you down so your completely flat on the bed, but he lies on top of you, still fucking you. His hand reaches up and wraps around your throat, holding you as he feels you clench around his cock, and he nibbles on your ear as he listens to your cries. "That's it baby, take it like a good girl....oh fuck that's it, thats it-huh! Fuck!" Just as you scream with his hand holding your throat, his grip slightly tightens as he reaches his own sweet release, shaking against you as your body feels the same, uncontrollably shivering as the sexual frustration is finaly lifted.

He relaxes as he lies on top of you, kissing your neck so sweetly. "Oh fuck I've really missed you baby, I've missed hearing those beautiful noises you make" "I've missed you too Jack...I can't get over how incredible that was....I....I am feeling...." "Aww babe, you look so tired. Hear, let me help you" He climbs off you and helps to sit you up on the bed, then he plumps up the pillows and lies you down with him as he is the bigger spoon for you, you could feel his heartbeat against your back, it was so soothing. One of his arms is wrapped around your waist, and the other is comfortably under your shoulder and neck, holding you close to him, making you feel so safe. "I love when you hold me like this Jack....I feel so....I'm sorry I feel really tired" "That's ok babe, you've had a long day, and I wasn't exactly slow with you"

"I absolutely loved it Jack....being physical with you always feels...amazing" "Shhhh, I know Y/N, I feel the same way. Just close your eyes for me now, you deserve a restful night sleep, and I will be right hear to hold you. And by the way, I promise I won't ever doubt you when you tell me something important like what happened with Lindsay. You were right, she was a....babe?" He didn't realise until he looked down onto your face, that he sees you sleeping sweetly in his arms, but he didn't mind, infact he loved it. He brushed some hair out of your face and kissed your cheek, trying to be gentle and not wanting to wake you up. He reached over his shoulder and turned out the light on the bedside table, and snuggled back down with you, eventually falling asleep with you too.

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coming to your askbox to be totally normal about it but you're the only one with a similar opinion

why do tiny bad tattoos have Oliver in such a chokehold lol the artist for his latest is here posting healed pics after three weeks and the tattoos already look scratchy, these are going to be amorphous blobs within the year. I love the man but I hate how trendy these tattoos are

Hi anon, thanks for stopping by!

Obviously I don't know him, but I feel like Oliver (and many others) like this style for a few reasons:

As you said, it's trendy! The internet's facilitation of the increase in knowledge of and popularity of tattoos/artists/styles over the last ~15 years is really quite something, ain't it! Even as I was graduating from high school, when I spent a LOT of time consuming tattoo-related content online (but before instagram was a thing LOL), it was really common for someone who wanted to get a tattoo to just, walk into the closest tattoo studio near them and explain to the guy behind the counter what they want and hope for the best lol.

Now people can look at and share hundreds or even thousands of pictures of tattoos online via social media. And just like with makeup, clothes, etc., certain styles of tattoos have always been popular for its time amongst the tattooed crowd: Americana style with military personnel starting in the 30s, the movement away from pre-drawn designs to cater instead towards drawing customized tattoos for a client in the 70s and 80s, the increase in pop culture subject matter like Looney Toons and Disney cartoons in the 90s, and of course that thick black "tribal" style EVERYONE had in the late 90s/early 00s are just what immediately come to my mind. “Fine line/micro” tattoos have just been the hot new thing so far in this newfangled age of social media.

I'm gonna take a kind of educated guess and say this style originates from artists showing off online their ability to create such small images in the tattoo medium, because as the occupation has evolved over time so too has the tattoo equipment and techniques involved. Now it’s possible for artists to hone in and tout their skills on social media in tattooing with tiny individual needles to create these dainty smol fine line tattoos in a more democratized system of engagement and feedback.

Smaller sized tattoos can be more discreet, which a lot of people like for a lot of reasons! I think a big reason why a lot of people in Hollywood get small tattoos is to be able to hide them for work. Fandom jokes about how the make up department must hate covering them all but its actually not too big of a deal when they’re all small like his are. Much easier to cover up and blend in a dozen tattoos the size of a postage stamp than say, Ryan Guzman’s entire forearm lol

Looking back at some other posts detailing all of the tattoos that Oliver has (I’m sure you know what post I’m talking ab but I don’t necessarily want to link to their blog bc they obviously love Oli’s tattoos and I’m not trying to swerve into their lane lol), it seems like he potentially did not have the best experience with the first couple of tattoos he got. He apparently thinks his forearm tattoo is too big (I’d argue it’s too small to be properly legible but lol) and dislikes it because of that, and I can see how that could also effect what size he thinks his tattoos should be.

((AND LISTEN!!!! To anyone who might be reading this rn and getting upset with me, I am NOT saying small tattoos can’t look good!! But rule of thumb: the smaller the tattoo, the simpler the design needs to be for legibility and longevity’s sake!))

I’ve already made a post explaining some of my issues with this (comparatively) new style so I won’t repeat myself here, but I will piggy back off a point you made: “posting healed pics after three weeks” because those tattoos may be healed but they are not settled into the skin. I would encourage anyone wanting to get this style of tattoo to really, really, really look  (you may find it difficult to find healed photos from some of these artists. huh! weird!!!) for healed photos from an artist you are considering getting work from. I’m talking at least a full year (which even still is nothing relatively speaking but it IS a newer style so) because I see SOOOO MANY fine line tattoos that did not have enough ink deposited into the skin during application and they just fall out so so quickly as a result.

Also LOLing over this apprentice already working on skin when they apparently can’t control their machine correctly enough to draw straight even-thickness lines ALL WHILE CHARGING CLIENTS $400+?? please be serious the mediocrity here is truly astounding